Spring Cleaning - Time to Declutter!
In our modern world, everything is disposable. But for some of us, there's something wrong with just throwing out a perfectly good (insert item) when its only been gently used, or someone else might be able to benefit from it. And with modern technology, there seems to be no end of online groups willing to help you out. Here's a few places you can let go of your stuff... Please note this is the Canadian edition.
1. Used.ca - normally you accesss the site by city so http://www.usedregina.com (similar to craigslist).
2. Kijijii.ca - search for your city. https://www.kijiji.ca/ (similar to craigslist and used - online for sale ads)
3. Craigslist.ca - the old standby of text "for sale" advertisements. Like a free online newspaper of ads only.
3. VarageSale.com - had to have a facebook account to sign up. Hugely popular in my city. Has a mobile app that makes posting items easy! Pictures are a must.
4. LetGo.com - another great app for selling your used clothes etc. Similar to the next one.
5. Carousel.com - apparently just like LetGo. Couldn't find any use of it in my city, but Toronto clearly has users. https://ca.carousell.com/
6. Bunz.com - a trading site. Again some communities have more users than others.
7. Freecycle.org - when I used this a number of years ago in Calgary it was an active vibrant community of people giving away lots of things (especially kids clothes). It's not active in my current community
8. Facebook groups. In my friend's city, half an hour from here, VarageSale isn't very happening but there are several super active Facebook groups doing the same thing. In my city, the app of choice is definitely VarageSale for used anything sales.
Not so locally focused:
9. Instagram - use the tag #shopmycloset However, I find this doesn't result in a great searching ability for local sales. It might generate long distance buyers, but I believe the looseness of this uncontrolled marketplace makes it very hit or miss, and insecure as compared to something like ebay.
10. Ebay.ca - the online classic buy/sell marketplace. This opens you to shipping and other issues of course, but its a fully supported market.
11. Etsy.com - if you're selling craft items. Again its an international marketplace, and you will probably have to ship to buyers as you won't be focused on the local market.
12. Online consignment stores - a whole bunch with specialties like children's clothes or women's high end fashion brand names, most notable are trendtrunk.com and minitrade.ca
So no Canadian's can't sell on Amazon or use Swap.com, but there are a lot of other great options for emptying your closet this sprint.
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Monday, December 7, 2015
The Christmas Star
Today I saw the morning star. Actually my friend pointed it out and said its a Christmas Star. Right there just a little lower left than the moon, and super nova bright. I wondered if it was Venus. But could Venus be in that spot? I checked, sure enough today the Moon eclipses Venus. So indeed it was the morning star bright and early. A sign we were both sure. Maybe for us to have hope and faith. In Christ, and in Christmas. It is the season although it seems off with no snow. And more so because I know we've both been feeling a lot of despair and frustration and grief. Similar but different. We are all connected. Under the same stars. Even if we don't know the name of the star or why it is shining so bright or even that its about to disappear, behind the moon. The moon does not have its own light at all. It just reflects the light of the sun. Perhaps we are all just moons, reflecting the light of the Son (the Son of God) because we don't really have enough light of our own to shine in this overwhelming darkness. Or perhaps some people are stars, with their own sources of light, twinkling in and out slowly, steadily or unevenly. It's hard to say. Actually I don't think we're heavenly bodies at all. Just people. People are people. Imperfect in every way. But with that great capacity of Godhood inside of us. A spark that makes us strive for more. We seek light, warmth and truth. We want love. We want to feel special. We want to know. We want to do. We want to become. And I believe we can. But not through our own power - we are too imperfect. Through Grace from God. Through the atonement. There is the answer to the peace we seek. In knowing that a little baby boy came to earth - the same as all of us. And he died like we all will. But he rose and conquered death. Something none of us can do on our own. But he did. And because he did, we can rise above and become something more. Everything can be transformed.
https://www.lds.org/media-library/video/2014-00-1420-because-of-him?category=topics/easter&lang=eng
https://www.lds.org/media-library/video/2014-00-1420-because-of-him?category=topics/easter&lang=eng
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
First they came...
"In Germany, they came first for the Communists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;
And then they came for the trade unionists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;
And then they came for the Jews, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;
And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up."
"First they came…" is a poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.
As the weeks of the Victoria Library Lockout continue, I realise that this is so. I used to say to Ed and Holman - leaders in our CUPE local, that "I am not a union girl." I am not an activist. However it turns out that I am a union girl, because the situation has made me so.
I've learned a lot about myself since the library board tossed me and my fellow workers on the street. I know I was the top candidate for some hot dot com in Vancouver. Why they didn't pick me in the end I'm not sure - but all I can say to the recruiter was that I was relieved - because I'm not sure I'd have had the guts to turn down the 17,000 dollars more a year they would have been paying me compared to my library job. However I would have been miserable if I had taken the money. I would not have liked their forced over time.
And even the job I'm supposed to be starting next Monday for 7,000 more than my current library salary does not excite me. I will likely be calling them in the morning and try to back out of the job gracefully as one can when there is no nice way to change your mind.
I've learned that I don't want to leave my library job. Not for more money. Not for some developer job here or there or even at some web 2.0 dot com. No I still love my library job and the work that I do. I still find the work exciting. I still love my co-workers and the people I serve. I still love books and reading and education and helping others. I think thats partly why my dad was a librarian and I have inherited some of his same social righteousness. Yes I can surely make more money elsewhere. I've even had offers. I'm just not ready to leave my work unfinished at the library.
Though the GVPL Board and the GVLRA close the doors and throw me out on the street - then I stand outside with my picket sign, shoulder to shoulder with my fellow library workers and we know in our hearts and minds that we are the "assets of the library." The library board has failed us - miserably. They've failed the citizens of the Capitol Region. They've failed to protect the assets of the library. They've failed to serve the citizens. Any smart company knows that their true assets are their workers and not buildings, books or even cash flow. Highly skilled, trained and devouted workers are worth more than their weight in gold. I'm sure they are also worth a few more dollars in salary.
It's not about needing money - although I do. My strike pay isn't enough to pay my rent. It's about 400 dollars short. It's also every penny short of my utility bills, food bills, gas for my car, medicine for me and my family. Not a penny for that after I pay 3/4 of my rent - because thats all the money we have. I am the bread winner but my family supports me in holding out and going back to the job I love. I hope the citizens will feel its worth their extra few tax dollars - less than 20 dollars a person a year more - to give each of us our needed raises.
Libraries don't live on love alone. Neither do library workers.
What frustrates me most is knowing that if I take another job for 7000 more a year, that the library will replace me with a male worker and most likely pay him 10,000 more a year if he had the same amount of experience and skills as myself.
This is what pay equity means to me. Why am I under paid? Because I am female. Because I love libraries.
So the library board has come for my union and now I stand with them.
I hope you will stand with us too. Librarians have stood beside the teachers and other unions in a show of solidarity for social rights.
Visit Overduepromise.ca to find out how you can help.
FYI: Local 410 is the only library union to have ever been locked out in Canada.
And then they came for the trade unionists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;
And then they came for the Jews, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;
And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up."
"First they came…" is a poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.
As the weeks of the Victoria Library Lockout continue, I realise that this is so. I used to say to Ed and Holman - leaders in our CUPE local, that "I am not a union girl." I am not an activist. However it turns out that I am a union girl, because the situation has made me so.
I've learned a lot about myself since the library board tossed me and my fellow workers on the street. I know I was the top candidate for some hot dot com in Vancouver. Why they didn't pick me in the end I'm not sure - but all I can say to the recruiter was that I was relieved - because I'm not sure I'd have had the guts to turn down the 17,000 dollars more a year they would have been paying me compared to my library job. However I would have been miserable if I had taken the money. I would not have liked their forced over time.
And even the job I'm supposed to be starting next Monday for 7,000 more than my current library salary does not excite me. I will likely be calling them in the morning and try to back out of the job gracefully as one can when there is no nice way to change your mind.
I've learned that I don't want to leave my library job. Not for more money. Not for some developer job here or there or even at some web 2.0 dot com. No I still love my library job and the work that I do. I still find the work exciting. I still love my co-workers and the people I serve. I still love books and reading and education and helping others. I think thats partly why my dad was a librarian and I have inherited some of his same social righteousness. Yes I can surely make more money elsewhere. I've even had offers. I'm just not ready to leave my work unfinished at the library.
Though the GVPL Board and the GVLRA close the doors and throw me out on the street - then I stand outside with my picket sign, shoulder to shoulder with my fellow library workers and we know in our hearts and minds that we are the "assets of the library." The library board has failed us - miserably. They've failed the citizens of the Capitol Region. They've failed to protect the assets of the library. They've failed to serve the citizens. Any smart company knows that their true assets are their workers and not buildings, books or even cash flow. Highly skilled, trained and devouted workers are worth more than their weight in gold. I'm sure they are also worth a few more dollars in salary.
It's not about needing money - although I do. My strike pay isn't enough to pay my rent. It's about 400 dollars short. It's also every penny short of my utility bills, food bills, gas for my car, medicine for me and my family. Not a penny for that after I pay 3/4 of my rent - because thats all the money we have. I am the bread winner but my family supports me in holding out and going back to the job I love. I hope the citizens will feel its worth their extra few tax dollars - less than 20 dollars a person a year more - to give each of us our needed raises.
Libraries don't live on love alone. Neither do library workers.
What frustrates me most is knowing that if I take another job for 7000 more a year, that the library will replace me with a male worker and most likely pay him 10,000 more a year if he had the same amount of experience and skills as myself.
This is what pay equity means to me. Why am I under paid? Because I am female. Because I love libraries.
So the library board has come for my union and now I stand with them.
I hope you will stand with us too. Librarians have stood beside the teachers and other unions in a show of solidarity for social rights.
Visit Overduepromise.ca to find out how you can help.
FYI: Local 410 is the only library union to have ever been locked out in Canada.
Have you written anything lately?
Well it turns out I haven't blogged lately, but I have been thinking about it for a bit because I was asked that question in a job interview. All I had to say for myself is that I didn't feel like putting myself out there.
Reminds me of a song I didn't write:
[DB:] "Have you written anything lately?"
[AS:] "Yeah, I guess."
[DB:] "Will you play it for me?"
[AS:] "You don't wanna hear it, it's not good."
[DB:] "No, I'm sure it is."
[AS:] "It's just that I wrote half of it when I was with
Linda and the other half
after we broke up so it's a little uneven, you know."
[DB:] "I don't mind, I'd like to hear it."
[AS:] "yeah alright."
[DB:] "Yeah...!"
(If you didn't recognize the quotes, they are from The Wedding Singer, one of my favourite movies).
Reminds me of a song I didn't write:
[DB:] "Have you written anything lately?"
[AS:] "Yeah, I guess."
[DB:] "Will you play it for me?"
[AS:] "You don't wanna hear it, it's not good."
[DB:] "No, I'm sure it is."
[AS:] "It's just that I wrote half of it when I was with
Linda and the other half
after we broke up so it's a little uneven, you know."
[DB:] "I don't mind, I'd like to hear it."
[AS:] "yeah alright."
[DB:] "Yeah...!"
(If you didn't recognize the quotes, they are from The Wedding Singer, one of my favourite movies).
Friday, June 29, 2007
Joining the Resistance
So I'm cruising down the street on my ultra cool speed bike, using the full power of all seven of its gears, and with the wind blowing through my safety helmeted hair, I'm feeling cool. Very cool. In the style of fight-the-resistance-like-Tatsuya-Ishida type of cool. He worries about being too-gangsta. And I feel for him. I worry I'm too cool sometimes. Too street. Too one with those who keep it real. I mean I can't help it if I think deep thoughts while I'm running up that hill. Running in circles in my mind. Running to stand still. I ponder the wonders of winter and I think of fire and rain. I contemplate loving those who would crucify me and how life is just a bunch of choices. Choices I make every day. Choices that are small and meaningless or sometimes very meaningful. Like picking up a stick, you automatically pick up the far end of the stick when you pick up the close end. You can make a choice but you can't choose the consequences of your choice. You can choose to love someone who doesn't love you back. You can choose to hate someone who hurt you. You can choose to forgive them and wish them the best. You can choose to speak to them, or you can choose to live the rest of forever not in communication with them. You can get up and be happy or you can spend all day in bed dreaming about a better world. You can remember things or you can try to forget them. You can't however make anyone do anything they don't want to. You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. You could try to lead a donkey somewhere but everyone knows its just a stubburn mule and you really can't lead a dumb ass anywhere it doesn't want to go. You can wait for the mule to move. You could wait a long time. You could wait forever. It's your choice. You can realise that all good things must come to an end. You can walk on. You can choose to leave and you can choose to not look back. You can leave someone standing there with their jaw on the ground. You can't choose if that person will be hurt, angry, sad, or miss you. Those are choices the other person must make for themselves. You can choose your own destiny. You can be the captain of your own soul. You can walk the road less travelled. You can fight the dying of the light. You can choose to never surrender. You can decide to not go quietly. You can decide you're not ready to make nice. You can scream to the four winds your frustration. You can do it all but you can never go back in time and unbreak broken. You can pick up the biggest pieces and try to glue it back together but chances are that broken will never be the same again. And one day you'll realise it's just so much easier to try and replace the broken antique irreplaceable piggy bank with something new and different, because the truth is neither can you repair the broken nor can you replace it with something of equal value because the new piggy bank doesn't have the history of the old one and never will, but one day far in the future the new piggy bank will be valued for its history too. You can't always get what you want, but you might get what you need. Then again, you might not. You'll likely get something. And something is likely better then nothing. And maybe we all just need someone to keep us from being lonely. And that's why cats are a girls best friend. Right after diamonds of course. Big fat shiny expensive gigantic diamonds. Lots of them. Also pearls. I'm kinda partial to emeralds and rubies too. Oh and turquoise stones. I love turquoise. And opals. I'm a total sucker for opals. More opals please.
Over and out.
-Em.
Notorious rebel without a cause. Lost without a clue. These are my thoughts not yours. Don't be confused. Do not adjust your mind, it's just reality that is distorted.
Over and out.
-Em.
Notorious rebel without a cause. Lost without a clue. These are my thoughts not yours. Don't be confused. Do not adjust your mind, it's just reality that is distorted.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Taking it to the limit
I was in the midst of deep thoughts again. Sorta my usual thing to do while biking home. And I was thinking about limits. Everyone has limits. Some people like to live on the edge. Some people like to play it safe. As I pondered the notion I realised that for me, there are some areas of my life that I have to play it safe, and in other things I'm eager to push the limits to the horizon. Let me explain.
I love fast rides. I always have. This is why growing up, I was the girl that buys the all day midway pass and races from ride to ride every year at the exhibition (the Ex is what we called it growing up, for my American friends you can insert State Fair here). Anyhow I loved going on rides. I remember sometimes I would feel a bit scared to try a new ride, but having daredevil friends I'd always get suckered into getting on the latest and greatest crazy ride from hell. And honestly I don't think I've really been on a ride that was worse then it looked. Usually I'd get off the ride and be back in line again for more. And with all the spinning, whirling, twisting and turning motions, both forwards or backwards - or my favourite the centrifugal force, I can honestly say I've never yet gotten sick from a ride. I've got a rock solid stomach!
When I got a little bit older I discovered boys and cars. Will Smith said it best in his song, "She said, 'Drive fast speed turns me on...' ". I do love speed and fast cars. I like to ride in fast cars, and the rare time I've been allowed to drive one I've loved it too. I also just like to watch fast cars. Thus I find watching car racing fun. I've been to the Vancouver Indy a few times and I'm planning to make it out to Edmonton this July for this years Indy. I love the sound of the cars screaming by me at ridiculus speeds. I guess I get this cheap thrill out of it all that I don't quite understand.
On the other hand I can tell you about a couple thrills I can pass on. I have no desire to try parachuting. I've never jumped from a perfectly good plane and I don't think I ever will. I can't figure out why I'd want to waste the money on it - its just not my thing. I've never wanted to bungee jump. In fact the bungee jump type stuff they do at the fairs usually scares me. I think its too dangerous and not worth the risk. I've heard of too many accidents. Frankly jumping from an airplane might be safer of the two. If I had to bungee jump I'd do it over water off a bridge. None of this cement paving to break my fall - thank you!
So when it comes to rides, generally I don't think they can ever go too fast, go in too many circles, go too high, or any such thing. I say bring it!
I do have a lot of other limits. I have spiritual and emotional limits. I live by some pretty strict limits that my church encourages, however in reality I follow them because I self impose them. Do you honestly think my priest follows me around checking up on me daily? No. I could break any tenants of my faith if I so chose, but I choose to limit myself to obedience. It's a touch choice. On some topics tougher then others. Sometimes I fail to be consistent in my choices. Then I spend a lot of time beating myself up until I find a way to repent and make peace with myself and my God. I've learned I've got some tough limits to live by on my spiritual and emotional side.
Here's where I could talk about my failures to properly identify risks in my personal relationships. I know I've made some choices with the inner goal of playing it safe. This past year I've learned that even trying to mitigate certain risks in my life as best as I could, has still left me in a situation I never wanted to be in. And now, I'm asking myself what are my limits? What can I live with. Its too late to play it safe. Its too late to take some risks. So what is the reward that I really want? What am I willing to do to get that reward?
Life is tough and I guess I'm still re-evalutating. I wish I didn't have to but that's just how it goes. Life throws you curve balls. Life takes your safety zone and tosses it out the window. We survive our personal 9-11's but we are never quite the same. And our personal definitions of safety and risks and limits become challenged and redefined.
**These are my deep thoughts not yours. Don't be confused. I am.**
On a happy note heres a few cute comics I just found....
Centrifugal Force http://xkcd.com/c123.html
Blogofractal http://xkcd.com/c124.html
The Fast and the Furious http://xkcd.com/c127.html
DPAIN over DT http://xkcd.com/c128.html
I love fast rides. I always have. This is why growing up, I was the girl that buys the all day midway pass and races from ride to ride every year at the exhibition (the Ex is what we called it growing up, for my American friends you can insert State Fair here). Anyhow I loved going on rides. I remember sometimes I would feel a bit scared to try a new ride, but having daredevil friends I'd always get suckered into getting on the latest and greatest crazy ride from hell. And honestly I don't think I've really been on a ride that was worse then it looked. Usually I'd get off the ride and be back in line again for more. And with all the spinning, whirling, twisting and turning motions, both forwards or backwards - or my favourite the centrifugal force, I can honestly say I've never yet gotten sick from a ride. I've got a rock solid stomach!
When I got a little bit older I discovered boys and cars. Will Smith said it best in his song, "She said, 'Drive fast speed turns me on...' ". I do love speed and fast cars. I like to ride in fast cars, and the rare time I've been allowed to drive one I've loved it too. I also just like to watch fast cars. Thus I find watching car racing fun. I've been to the Vancouver Indy a few times and I'm planning to make it out to Edmonton this July for this years Indy. I love the sound of the cars screaming by me at ridiculus speeds. I guess I get this cheap thrill out of it all that I don't quite understand.
On the other hand I can tell you about a couple thrills I can pass on. I have no desire to try parachuting. I've never jumped from a perfectly good plane and I don't think I ever will. I can't figure out why I'd want to waste the money on it - its just not my thing. I've never wanted to bungee jump. In fact the bungee jump type stuff they do at the fairs usually scares me. I think its too dangerous and not worth the risk. I've heard of too many accidents. Frankly jumping from an airplane might be safer of the two. If I had to bungee jump I'd do it over water off a bridge. None of this cement paving to break my fall - thank you!
So when it comes to rides, generally I don't think they can ever go too fast, go in too many circles, go too high, or any such thing. I say bring it!
I do have a lot of other limits. I have spiritual and emotional limits. I live by some pretty strict limits that my church encourages, however in reality I follow them because I self impose them. Do you honestly think my priest follows me around checking up on me daily? No. I could break any tenants of my faith if I so chose, but I choose to limit myself to obedience. It's a touch choice. On some topics tougher then others. Sometimes I fail to be consistent in my choices. Then I spend a lot of time beating myself up until I find a way to repent and make peace with myself and my God. I've learned I've got some tough limits to live by on my spiritual and emotional side.
Here's where I could talk about my failures to properly identify risks in my personal relationships. I know I've made some choices with the inner goal of playing it safe. This past year I've learned that even trying to mitigate certain risks in my life as best as I could, has still left me in a situation I never wanted to be in. And now, I'm asking myself what are my limits? What can I live with. Its too late to play it safe. Its too late to take some risks. So what is the reward that I really want? What am I willing to do to get that reward?
Life is tough and I guess I'm still re-evalutating. I wish I didn't have to but that's just how it goes. Life throws you curve balls. Life takes your safety zone and tosses it out the window. We survive our personal 9-11's but we are never quite the same. And our personal definitions of safety and risks and limits become challenged and redefined.
**These are my deep thoughts not yours. Don't be confused. I am.**
On a happy note heres a few cute comics I just found....
Centrifugal Force http://xkcd.com/c123.html
Blogofractal http://xkcd.com/c124.html
The Fast and the Furious http://xkcd.com/c127.html
DPAIN over DT http://xkcd.com/c128.html
Thursday, June 7, 2007
I Believe
I believe that every pain we experience is both individually unique (no one has suffered our exact circumstances but us) and yet common amongst our large world. Thus lyrics from particular songs will strike us, because we basically all feel the same inside. We are not alone in our suffering. We are not alone. Someone said, that If I feel pain and I hurt, then You are hurting too. Maybe it's true. In our world of political correctness, fear of showing our emotions and other ridiculus immaturities, we just don't get too many chances to ask the You about if that thing which caused me great hurt did also hurt them. I can assume it did. I can also assume you dealt with it fairly successfully because it looks like you are living your life just fine. But we all know about the pitfalls of the ass-u-me. We also know that sometimes its better to just leave things alone. It's not necessary to talk about everything. It's not necessarily healthy. So we don't. And we fill the gap between you and I with silence and time, and then we hope that the gulf between us can one day be filled with something else. But I think I've learned that the gap is always there and it can not be filled. It just becomes irrelavant to daily living. Perhaps it becomes unimportant. Like the starving children in Africa somethings don't go away. We just don't have to look at them or think about them if we don't want to. We don't have to deal with them. And we praise and admire the people who can make the personal sacrifices to better the lives of those poor starving kids in Africa. Those are the ones we praise. Secretly I think we admire the people who do find the courage to deal with the catastrophes in their own lives. These silent heroes are not well known but when we meet someone that has that inner integrity, it does put us to shame.
Tears for Fears - I Believe
I believe that when the hurting and the pain has gone
We will be strong, oh yes we will be strong
And I believe that if Im crying while I write these words
Is it absurb ? or am I being real
I believe that if you knew just what these tears were for
They would just pour like every drop of rain
Thats why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe
I believe that if you thought for a moment, took your time
You would not resign yourself to your fate
And I believe that if its written in the stars, thats fine
I cant deny that Im a virgo too
I believe that if your bristling while you hear this song
I could be wrong or have I hit a nerve ?
Thats why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe
I believe that maybe somewhere in the darkness
In the nighttime, in the storm
In the casino
Casino spanish eyes
I believe, no I cant believe that every time you hear a new born scream
You just cant see the shaping of a life
The shaping of a life
Lauryn Hill - I Used To Love Him
As I look at what Ive done
The type of life that Ive lived
How many things I pray the father will forgive
One situation involved a young man
He was the ocean and I was the sand
He stole my heart like a thief in the night
Dulled my senses blurred my sight
I used to love him but now I dont
I used to love him but now I dont
I chose a road of passion and pain
Sacrificed too much and waited in vain
Gave up my power ceased being queen
Addicted to love like the drug of a fiend
Torn and confused wasted and used
Reached the crossroad which path would I choose
Stuck and frustrated I waited, debated
For something to happen that just wasnt fated
Thought what I wanted was something I needed
When momma said no I just should have heeded
Misled I bled till the poison was gone
And out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn
I used to love him but now I dont
I used to love him but now I dont
Father you saved me and showed me that life
Was much more than being some foolish mans wife
Showed me that love was respect and devotion
Greater than planets deeper than oceans
My soul was weary but now its replenished
Content because that part of my life is finished
I see him sometimes and the look in his eye
Is one of a man whos lost treasures untold
But my heart is gold I took back my soul
And totally let my creator control
The life which was his to begin with
I used to love him but now I dont
(repeat to end)
Tears for Fears - I Believe
I believe that when the hurting and the pain has gone
We will be strong, oh yes we will be strong
And I believe that if Im crying while I write these words
Is it absurb ? or am I being real
I believe that if you knew just what these tears were for
They would just pour like every drop of rain
Thats why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe
I believe that if you thought for a moment, took your time
You would not resign yourself to your fate
And I believe that if its written in the stars, thats fine
I cant deny that Im a virgo too
I believe that if your bristling while you hear this song
I could be wrong or have I hit a nerve ?
Thats why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe
I believe that maybe somewhere in the darkness
In the nighttime, in the storm
In the casino
Casino spanish eyes
I believe, no I cant believe that every time you hear a new born scream
You just cant see the shaping of a life
The shaping of a life
Lauryn Hill - I Used To Love Him
As I look at what Ive done
The type of life that Ive lived
How many things I pray the father will forgive
One situation involved a young man
He was the ocean and I was the sand
He stole my heart like a thief in the night
Dulled my senses blurred my sight
I used to love him but now I dont
I used to love him but now I dont
I chose a road of passion and pain
Sacrificed too much and waited in vain
Gave up my power ceased being queen
Addicted to love like the drug of a fiend
Torn and confused wasted and used
Reached the crossroad which path would I choose
Stuck and frustrated I waited, debated
For something to happen that just wasnt fated
Thought what I wanted was something I needed
When momma said no I just should have heeded
Misled I bled till the poison was gone
And out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn
I used to love him but now I dont
I used to love him but now I dont
Father you saved me and showed me that life
Was much more than being some foolish mans wife
Showed me that love was respect and devotion
Greater than planets deeper than oceans
My soul was weary but now its replenished
Content because that part of my life is finished
I see him sometimes and the look in his eye
Is one of a man whos lost treasures untold
But my heart is gold I took back my soul
And totally let my creator control
The life which was his to begin with
I used to love him but now I dont
(repeat to end)
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
My Great Ideas
The last few days my brain has been inundated with great ideas.
The kind that one day someone else will take advantage of and make millions.
In the meantime - I thought of them first!
First of all our library needs a new position. This job will be official porn site tester. That's right, somebody must go and visit all those naughty sites we are supposed to be blocking to make sure they are in fact legitimate and really hard corn porn. The qualified applicant must be willing to surf the web all day looking at inappropriate material and be willing to rank them as true porn or not. Even at minimal wage I don't believe we would have any trouble filling this position.
Secondly I believe that with all this social networking, that someone needs to get smart and make a networking site to link you to your enemies. It is a bit of a rough sell I know, and definitely puts one at liable for slander, but hey didn't f***ed company do that? Which brings me to my sales tag line.... "A lot like f***edcompany.com - except this time it's personal!"
Friend categories, would be things like enemy categories. Face it, if you know them and don't want to be their friend there just isnt a way to categorize it on all the regular social networking sites. This website would let you proclaim to the world, "Yeah I know this person and don't want to be associated with them because..."
- We went out and then I got smart. Do the math.
- We used to be friends before that incident I'll never forget.
- We used to work together. Never again!
- We weren't friends at school.
- We have nothing in common except our dislike for each other.
- We've never even met, thank goodness!
- We are eternal enemies.
Anyhow after someone steals my anti-friend 2.0 website I'll be wishing I had the copyright.
The kind that one day someone else will take advantage of and make millions.
In the meantime - I thought of them first!
First of all our library needs a new position. This job will be official porn site tester. That's right, somebody must go and visit all those naughty sites we are supposed to be blocking to make sure they are in fact legitimate and really hard corn porn. The qualified applicant must be willing to surf the web all day looking at inappropriate material and be willing to rank them as true porn or not. Even at minimal wage I don't believe we would have any trouble filling this position.
Secondly I believe that with all this social networking, that someone needs to get smart and make a networking site to link you to your enemies. It is a bit of a rough sell I know, and definitely puts one at liable for slander, but hey didn't f***ed company do that? Which brings me to my sales tag line.... "A lot like f***edcompany.com - except this time it's personal!"
Friend categories, would be things like enemy categories. Face it, if you know them and don't want to be their friend there just isnt a way to categorize it on all the regular social networking sites. This website would let you proclaim to the world, "Yeah I know this person and don't want to be associated with them because..."
- We went out and then I got smart. Do the math.
- We used to be friends before that incident I'll never forget.
- We used to work together. Never again!
- We weren't friends at school.
- We have nothing in common except our dislike for each other.
- We've never even met, thank goodness!
- We are eternal enemies.
Anyhow after someone steals my anti-friend 2.0 website I'll be wishing I had the copyright.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Bookmarklets
I found this great site today about bookmarklets. This fellow offers great instructions to do it yourself, so if you've ever wanted to write your own, I suggest you view his tips.
http://www.sam-i-am.com/work/bookmarklets/index.html
And of course, don't forget to see what everyone else has already done.
http://www.bookmarklets.com/
http://www.sam-i-am.com/work/bookmarklets/index.html
And of course, don't forget to see what everyone else has already done.
http://www.bookmarklets.com/
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