"John Milton: Let me give you a little inside information
about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He
gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then
what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private,
cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of
all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste,
don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the
next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, flippin' ass off.
He's a tight-ass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord. Worship
that? Never."
Mind her
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Y, ¿Si Fuera Ella?
Ella se desliza y me atropella
y, aunque a veces no me importe,
sé que el día que la pierda volveré a sufrir
por ella, que aparece y que se esconde,
que se marcha y que se queda,
que es pregunta y es respuesta
que es mi oscuridad, estrella.
Ella me peina el alma y me la enreda
va conmigo pero no sé dónde va
mi rival, mi compañera, que está tan dentro de mi vida
y, a la vez, está tan fuera, sé que volveré a perderme
y la encontraré de nuevo
pero con otro rostro y otro nombre diferente y otro cuerpo
pero sigue siendo ella, que otra vez me lleva,
nunca me responde si, al girar la rueda...
Ella se hace fría y se hace eterna
un suspiro en la tormenta, a la que tantas veces le cambió la voz
gente que va y que viene y siempre es ella
que me miente y me lo niega, que me olvida y me recuerda
pero, si mi boca se equivoca
pero, si mi boca se equivoca
y al llamarla nombro a otra
a veces siente compasión por este loco, ciego y loco corazón
Sea lo que quiera Dios que sea
mi delito es la torpeza de ignorar que hay quien no tiene corazón
y va quemando, va quemándome y me quema
y, ¿ si fuera ella?
Ella me peina el alma y me la enreda
va conmigo... digo yo
mi rival, mi compañera, esa es ella
pero me cuesta cuando otro adiós se ve tan cerca
y la perderé de nuevo, y otra vez preguntaré
mientras se va y no habrá respuesta
y, si esa que se aleja...
la que estoy perdiendo...
y, ¿si esa era?, y, ¿si fuera ella?
... a veces siente compasión por este loco, ciego y loco corazón
¿era? ¿quién me dice si era ella?
y, si la vida es una rueda y va girando y nadie sabe cuándo tiene que saltar
y la miro... y, ¿si fuera ella? y, ¿si fuera ella?
y, ¿si fuera ella?
Ella se desliza y me atropella
y, aunque a veces no me importe,
sé que el día que la pierda volveré a sufrir
por ella, que aparece y que se esconde,
que se marcha y que se queda,
que es pregunta y es respuesta
que es mi oscuridad, estrella.
Ella me peina el alma y me la enreda
va conmigo pero no sé dónde va
mi rival, mi compañera, que está tan dentro de mi vida
y, a la vez, está tan fuera, sé que volveré a perderme
y la encontraré de nuevo
pero con otro rostro y otro nombre diferente y otro cuerpo
pero sigue siendo ella, que otra vez me lleva,
nunca me responde si, al girar la rueda...
Ella se hace fría y se hace eterna
un suspiro en la tormenta, a la que tantas veces le cambió la voz
gente que va y que viene y siempre es ella
que me miente y me lo niega, que me olvida y me recuerda
pero, si mi boca se equivoca
pero, si mi boca se equivoca
y al llamarla nombro a otra
a veces siente compasión por este loco, ciego y loco corazón
Sea lo que quiera Dios que sea
mi delito es la torpeza de ignorar que hay quien no tiene corazón
y va quemando, va quemándome y me quema
y, ¿ si fuera ella?
Ella me peina el alma y me la enreda
va conmigo... digo yo
mi rival, mi compañera, esa es ella
pero me cuesta cuando otro adiós se ve tan cerca
y la perderé de nuevo, y otra vez preguntaré
mientras se va y no habrá respuesta
y, si esa que se aleja...
la que estoy perdiendo...
y, ¿si esa era?, y, ¿si fuera ella?
... a veces siente compasión por este loco, ciego y loco corazón
¿era? ¿quién me dice si era ella?
y, si la vida es una rueda y va girando y nadie sabe cuándo tiene que saltar
y la miro... y, ¿si fuera ella? y, ¿si fuera ella?
y, ¿si fuera ella?
Mind No God
----
NPR : There is No God:
"I believe that there is no God. I'm beyond Atheism. Atheism is not believing in God. Not believing in God is easy -- you can't prove a negative, so there's no work to do.
You can't prove that there isn't an elephant inside the trunk of my car. You sure? How about now? Maybe he was just hiding before. Check again. Did I mention that my personal heartfelt definition of the word 'elephant' includes mystery, order, goodness, love and a spare tire?
So, anyone with a love for truth outside of herself has to start with no belief in God and then look for evidence of God. She needs to search for some objective evidence of a supernatural power. All the people I write e-mails to often are still stuck at this searching stage. The Atheism part is easy. But, this 'This I Believe' thing seems to demand something more personal, some leap of faith that helps one see life's big picture, some rules to live by.
So, I'm saying, 'This I believe: I believe there is no God.' Having taken that step, it informs every moment of my life. I'm not greedy. I have love, blue skies, rainbows and Hallmark cards, and that has to be enough. It has to be enough, but it's everything in the world and everything in the world is plenty for me. It seems just rude to beg the invisible for more. Just the love of my family that raised me and the family I'm raising now is enough that I don't need heaven. I won the huge genetic lottery and I get joy every day.
Believing there's no God means I can't really be forgiven except by kindness and faulty memories. That's good; it makes me want to be more thoughtful. I have to try to treat people right the first time around.
Believing there's no God stops me from being solipsistic. I can read ideas from all different people from all different cultures.
Without God, we can agree on reality, and I can keep learning where I'm wrong. We can all keep adjusting, so we can really communicate. I don't travel in circles where people say, 'I have faith, I believe this in my heart and nothing you can say or do can shake my faith.' That's just a long-winded religious way to say, 'shut up,' or another two words that the FCC likes less.
But all obscenity is less insulting than, 'How I was brought up and my imaginary friend means more to me than anything you can ever say or do.' So, believing there is no God lets me be proven wrong and that's always fun. It means I'm learning something.
Believing there is no God means the suffering I've seen in my family, and indeed all the suffering in the world, isn't caused by an omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent force that isn't bothered to help or is just testing us, but rather something we all may be able to help others with in the future. No God means the possibility of less suffering in the future.
Believing there is no God gives me more room for belief in family, people, love, truth, beauty, sex, Jell-o and all the other things I can prove and that make this life the best life I will ever have."
"I believe that there is no God. I'm beyond Atheism. Atheism is not believing in God. Not believing in God is easy -- you can't prove a negative, so there's no work to do.
You can't prove that there isn't an elephant inside the trunk of my car. You sure? How about now? Maybe he was just hiding before. Check again. Did I mention that my personal heartfelt definition of the word 'elephant' includes mystery, order, goodness, love and a spare tire?
So, anyone with a love for truth outside of herself has to start with no belief in God and then look for evidence of God. She needs to search for some objective evidence of a supernatural power. All the people I write e-mails to often are still stuck at this searching stage. The Atheism part is easy. But, this 'This I Believe' thing seems to demand something more personal, some leap of faith that helps one see life's big picture, some rules to live by.
So, I'm saying, 'This I believe: I believe there is no God.' Having taken that step, it informs every moment of my life. I'm not greedy. I have love, blue skies, rainbows and Hallmark cards, and that has to be enough. It has to be enough, but it's everything in the world and everything in the world is plenty for me. It seems just rude to beg the invisible for more. Just the love of my family that raised me and the family I'm raising now is enough that I don't need heaven. I won the huge genetic lottery and I get joy every day.
Believing there's no God means I can't really be forgiven except by kindness and faulty memories. That's good; it makes me want to be more thoughtful. I have to try to treat people right the first time around.
Believing there's no God stops me from being solipsistic. I can read ideas from all different people from all different cultures.
Without God, we can agree on reality, and I can keep learning where I'm wrong. We can all keep adjusting, so we can really communicate. I don't travel in circles where people say, 'I have faith, I believe this in my heart and nothing you can say or do can shake my faith.' That's just a long-winded religious way to say, 'shut up,' or another two words that the FCC likes less.
But all obscenity is less insulting than, 'How I was brought up and my imaginary friend means more to me than anything you can ever say or do.' So, believing there is no God lets me be proven wrong and that's always fun. It means I'm learning something.
Believing there is no God means the suffering I've seen in my family, and indeed all the suffering in the world, isn't caused by an omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent force that isn't bothered to help or is just testing us, but rather something we all may be able to help others with in the future. No God means the possibility of less suffering in the future.
Believing there is no God gives me more room for belief in family, people, love, truth, beauty, sex, Jell-o and all the other things I can prove and that make this life the best life I will ever have."
Mind the Instructions
----
Read it carefully
VideoCAM Eye Driver Install 1.0 for Mac OS X
Jan. 12, 2005
This README file contains important information you should know about VideoCAM Eye Driver Install for Mac OS X. Please carefully read it before you install this software.
System Requirements:
1. Mac OS X version 10.1 or later(10.3 compatible).
2. PowerPC Macintosh G3/G4/G5.
3. Minimum 128MB RAM.
Installation Instructions:
None.
Known Issues and Bugs:
None.
VideoCAM Eye Driver Install 1.0 for Mac OS X
Jan. 12, 2005
This README file contains important information you should know about VideoCAM Eye Driver Install for Mac OS X. Please carefully read it before you install this software.
System Requirements:
1. Mac OS X version 10.1 or later(10.3 compatible).
2. PowerPC Macintosh G3/G4/G5.
3. Minimum 128MB RAM.
Installation Instructions:
None.
Known Issues and Bugs:
None.
Mind the Entertainment for Women
----
THE CAKE PHILOSOPHY
"Women
like to initiate sex
We get turned on every day of the week
We are visual
We fantasize
We know how to get ourselves off
We like sex
We know how are bodies work
Sex isn%u2019t over until we orgasm"
Ainda acho que meu destino é ganhar a vida com esse tipo de entretenimento....
Mind the Week
----Post comemorativo das 734 visitas em 7 dias
Jay, faz as contas agora e me fala se vc entrou 50 vezes por dia.... :)
Mind the oredr
----
LEIA COM ATENÇÃO... OU MELHOR, COM "AETÇNÃO"!
Já percbeeram que não ipomrta em qaul odrem as lertas de uma plarava etãso? Na vdaerde, a úncia csioa iprotmatne é que a piremria e útmlia lrteas etejasm no lgaur crteo. O rseto pdoe ser uma toatl bçguana que vcoê pdoe anida ler sem pobrlmea. Itso é poqrue nós não lmeos cdaa lrtea isladoa, mas a plravaa cmoo um tdoo. Incríevl!
Já percbeeram que não ipomrta em qaul odrem as lertas de uma plarava etãso? Na vdaerde, a úncia csioa iprotmatne é que a piremria e útmlia lrteas etejasm no lgaur crteo. O rseto pdoe ser uma toatl bçguana que vcoê pdoe anida ler sem pobrlmea. Itso é poqrue nós não lmeos cdaa lrtea isladoa, mas a plravaa cmoo um tdoo. Incríevl!
Mind the Flick of the Week
----
"O Clã das Adagas Voadoras"
Quando vi o trailler desse filme, achei tosco.
Quando vi o título em português, piorou.
Passados alguns dias, uns amigos do Dudu, cineastas, falaram super bem do filme, que o diretor era bom, que isso, que aquilo..
Fiquei com isso na cabeça, mas nunca tinha pensado em pegar o filme na locadora.
Hoje resolvi alugar o DVD.
O filme é estéticamente lindo, a fotografia é maravilhosa, os efeitos são uma mistura de "Matrix" e "O Tigre e o Dragão".
Não é só um filme de artes marciais, é um romance com direito a triângulo amoroso platônico. Não é aquela trama fenomenal, mas é um bom divertimento.
Vale muito pelas imagens e coreografias.
Tb passou nos cinemas o outro filme do diretor chinês Zhang Yimou, "Herói", que os mesmos amigos cineastas lá de cima do post disseram ser bom também.
Quando vi o trailler desse filme, achei tosco.
Quando vi o título em português, piorou.
Passados alguns dias, uns amigos do Dudu, cineastas, falaram super bem do filme, que o diretor era bom, que isso, que aquilo..
Fiquei com isso na cabeça, mas nunca tinha pensado em pegar o filme na locadora.
Hoje resolvi alugar o DVD.
O filme é estéticamente lindo, a fotografia é maravilhosa, os efeitos são uma mistura de "Matrix" e "O Tigre e o Dragão".
Não é só um filme de artes marciais, é um romance com direito a triângulo amoroso platônico. Não é aquela trama fenomenal, mas é um bom divertimento.
Vale muito pelas imagens e coreografias.
Tb passou nos cinemas o outro filme do diretor chinês Zhang Yimou, "Herói", que os mesmos amigos cineastas lá de cima do post disseram ser bom também.
Mind the Glory
----
Alguns textos do meu querido Luli Radfahrer:
"Para se escrever um texto longo completamente desprovido de sentido, capriche no título. Palavras fortes como glória, polêmica, impacto; palavras universais como saudade, amor, morte; palavras da moda como criatividade, inovação, resiliência ou mesmo motes publicitários como novo, inédito, divertido ou exuberante são formas interessantes de se chamar a atenção do leitor que, se não tiver tempo nem paciência para ler o que vem a seguir, tende a valorizar o que não leu pelo rótulo. É a velha história da capa do livro ou os dentes do cavalo — todo mundo olha sim, nem que seja só para dizer que não reparou."
"Para se escrever um texto longo completamente desprovido de sentido, capriche no título. Palavras fortes como glória, polêmica, impacto; palavras universais como saudade, amor, morte; palavras da moda como criatividade, inovação, resiliência ou mesmo motes publicitários como novo, inédito, divertido ou exuberante são formas interessantes de se chamar a atenção do leitor que, se não tiver tempo nem paciência para ler o que vem a seguir, tende a valorizar o que não leu pelo rótulo. É a velha história da capa do livro ou os dentes do cavalo — todo mundo olha sim, nem que seja só para dizer que não reparou."
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