Autobiography in five short chapters

I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.

II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place
but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V
I walk down another street.

Manu Chao – Me Gustas Tu

Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu.
Me gusta viajar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu.
Me gusta soñar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer ,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mI corazón
Me gusta la moto, me gustas tu.
Me gusta correr, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tu.
Me gusta volver, me gustas tu.
Me gusta marihuana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta colombiana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la montaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la noche, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer ,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mI corazón
Me gusta la cena, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la vecina, me gustas tu.
Me gusta su cocina, me gustas tu.
Me gusta camelar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el regaee, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer ,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mI corazón
Me gusta la canela, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el fuego, me gustas tu.
Me gusta menear, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la Coruña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta Malasaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la castaña, me gustas tu.
Me gusta Guatemala, me gustas tu.
Que voy a hacer ,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mI corazón

Steve Jobs

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

Gil Scott Heron – The Revolution

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Luke Slater – Stars and Heroes

This can´t be happening right here
We haven´t been here long enough to think
I hear a knocking at the door
We´ve been here once before
Now I´ve seen the other side
You know you shouldn´t be afraid of me
You may think you´ve been denied
I can´t take back everythink I did to you

The guardian´s been put away
I hear a whisper
You like to play in a different way
Do you remember
That you showed me things I have never seen
And places I have never been
Would you show me once again
Could you show me

I´ve got a sign from your heart
beating like a train going underground
Now we´ve been here from the start
It´s time to leave this town
You see they just don´t understand
I dreamt of stars and heroes
And buried deep within the sand
I want to feel everything you gave to me

The guardian´s been put away
I hear a whisper
You like to play in a different way
Do you remember
That you showed me things I have never seen
And places I have never been
Would you show me once again
Could you show me

Noam Chomsky on Freedom

We have enormous freedom. That’s not a gift that was given to us, it’s a legacy that was left to us by centuries of struggle. By centuries of people that most of whose names are completely forgotten, the ones who created the freedom and the rights we now have, and that will be taken away unless you constantly defend them.

Hello world!

Welcome,

I created this blog to share my ideas and inspiration with the world: Who could pass up such a wonderful medium to organize, share, mull over and generally build on ideas, concepts, movements and whatever.

I hope my findings and insights may help in any way possible. One of the things that make the Internet so great is the collaboration that it can foster. This is certainly a fantastic time to be alive: we are seeing innovation and technology grow in such dynamic and earth–changing ways in an increasingly compounding and quickening process. While not all of this technological innovation and change is necessarily healthy for the planet, we are awakening from our unwillingness to match the consequences of our actions to the fact that we only have one home and we each share it… we are rediscovering just how intertwined and co–dependent life is on our terrestrial–home and the internet is helping spread the word, change policies, solicit input from the public, elect real leaders and countless other things which within a generation will likely become the defacto way of doing things.

We are on the bandwagon, but this bandwagon can be steered by the voice of the many as opposed to the voice of the few, however we are seeing a movement to have the web made into a more tier-like structure. Can we really let something with so much potential be stricken of its promise? Once you open the door to giving priority to the highest bidder, the playing field is tipped and the common individual is left without a voice. Culture is created from the bottom up, and not spoon fed top down from the media, or at least should be. The Internet is enabling desktop publishing to a whole new scale, and it is moving far beyond family pictures, band reviews and how-to guides… We’re knitting a giant mosaic that can aid in fixing the worlds problems. Call me an idealist/dreamer but I have a lot of hope for humanity, and just because it’s always been a hard, dog-eat-dog violent struggle throughout our history, it ain’t got to be like that!

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