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shortest story challenge
i love short stories
Hemmingway was once supposed to have written a short story in just six words. it goes:
"For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never Worn..."
the challenge: come up with your own six word stories and post it here!
here are my favorites from wired.com...
Computer, did we bring batteries? Computer? -eileen gunn
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time- Alan Moore
Longed for him. Got him. Shit.- Margaret Atwood
Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth.- Vernor Vinge
It cost too much, staying human.- Bruce Sterling
It’s behind you! Hurry before it- Rockne S. O’Bannon
I’m your future, child. Don’t cry.- Stephen Baxter
We went solar; sun went nova.- Ken MacLeod
TIME MACHINE REACHES FUTURE!!! … nobody there …- Harry Harrison
Epitaph: He shouldn't have fed it.- Brian Herbert
Hemmingway was once supposed to have written a short story in just six words. it goes:
"For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never Worn..."
the challenge: come up with your own six word stories and post it here!
here are my favorites from wired.com...
Computer, did we bring batteries? Computer? -eileen gunn
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time- Alan Moore
Longed for him. Got him. Shit.- Margaret Atwood
Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth.- Vernor Vinge
It cost too much, staying human.- Bruce Sterling
It’s behind you! Hurry before it- Rockne S. O’Bannon
I’m your future, child. Don’t cry.- Stephen Baxter
We went solar; sun went nova.- Ken MacLeod
TIME MACHINE REACHES FUTURE!!! … nobody there …- Harry Harrison
Epitaph: He shouldn't have fed it.- Brian Herbert
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Prop8
please read and think about it.
"Finally tonight as promised, a Special Comment on the passage, last week, of Proposition Eight in California, which rescinded the right of same-sex couples to marry, and tilted the balance on this issue, from coast to coast.Some parameters, as preface.
This isn't about yelling, and this isn't about politics, and this isn't really just about Prop-8. And I don't have a personal investment in this: I'm not gay, I had to strain to think of one member of even my very extended family who is, I have no personal stories of close friends or colleagues fighting the prejudice that still pervades their lives.And yet to me this vote is horrible. Horrible. Because this isn't about yelling, and this isn't about politics. This is about the... human heart, and if that sounds corny, so be it.
If you voted for this Proposition or support those who did or the sentiment they expressed, I have some questions, because, truly, I do not... understand.
Why does this matter to you? What is it to you?
In a time of impermanence and fly-by-night relationships, these people over here want the same chance at permanence and happiness that is your option.
They don't want to deny you yours.
They don't want to take anything away from you.
They want what you want -- a chance to be a little less alone in the world.
Only now you are saying to them -- no. You can't have it on these terms. Maybe something similar. If they behave. If they don't cause too much trouble. You'll even give them all the same legal rights -- even as you're taking away the legal right, which they already had. A world around them, still anchored in love and marriage, and you are saying, no, you can't marry. What if somebody passed a law that said you couldn't marry?
I keep hearing this term "re-defining" marriage.If this country hadn't re-defined marriage, black people still couldn't marry white people. Sixteen states had laws on the books which made that illegal... in 1967. 1967.The parents of the President-Elect of the United States couldn't have married in nearly one third of the states of the country their son grew up to lead. But it's worse than that. If this country had not "re-defined" marriage, some black people still couldn't marry...black people. It is one of the most overlooked and cruelest parts of our sad story of slavery. Marriages were not legally recognized, if the people were slaves. Since slaves were property, they could not legally be husband and wife, or mother and child. Their marriage vows were different: not "Until Death, Do You Part," but "Until Death or Distance, Do You Part." Marriages among slaves were not legally recognized.You know, just like marriages today in California are not legally recognized, if the people are... gay.And uncountable in our history are the number of men and women, forced by society into marrying the opposite sex, in sham marriages, or marriages of convenience, or just marriages of not knowing -- centuries of men and women who have lived their lives in shame and unhappiness, and who have, through a lie to themselves or others, broken countless other lives, of spouses and children... All because we said a man couldn't marry another man, or a woman couldn't marry another woman.
The sanctity of marriage. How many marriages like that have there been and how on earth do they increase the "sanctity" of marriage rather than render the term, meaningless?
What is this, to you?
Nobody is asking you to embrace their expression of love. But don't you, as human beings, have to embrace... that love? The world is barren enough.It is stacked against love, and against hope, and against those very few and precious emotions that enable us to go forward.
Your marriage only stands a 50-50 chance of lasting, no matter how much you feel and how hard you work.And here are people overjoyed at the prospect of just that chance, and that work, just for the hope of having that feeling. With so much hate in the world, with so much meaningless division, and people pitted against people for no good reason, this is what your religion tells you to do? With your experience of life and this world and all its sadnesses, this is what your conscience tells you to do?With your knowledge that life, with endless vigor, seems to tilt the playing field on which we all live, in favor of unhappiness and hate... this is what your heart tells you to do? You want to sanctify marriage? You want to honor your God and the universal love you believe he represents? Then Spread happiness -- this tiny, symbolic, semantical grain of happiness -- share it with all those who seek it. Quote me anything from your religious leader or book of choice telling you to stand against this. And then tell me how you can believe both that statement and another statement, another one which reads only "do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
---You are asked now, by your country, and perhaps by your creator, to stand on one side or another. You are asked now to stand, not on a question of politics, not on a question of religion, not on a question of gay or straight. You are asked now to stand, on a question of...love. All you need do is stand, and let the tiny ember of love meet its own fate. You don't have to help it, you don't have it applaud it, you don't have to fight for it. Just don't put it out. Just don't extinguish it. Because while it may at first look like that love is between two people you don't know and you don't understand and maybe you don't even want to know...It is, in fact, the ember of your love, for your fellow **person...Just because this is the only world we have. And the other guy counts, too.
This is the second time in ten days I find myself concluding by turning to, of all things, the closing plea for mercy by Clarence Darrow in a murder trial.But what he said, fits what is really at the heart of this:"I was reading last night of the aspiration of the old Persian poet, Omar-Khayyam," he told the judge."It appealed to me as the highest that I can vision. I wish it was in my heart, and I wish it was in the hearts of all:"So I be written in the Book of Love;"I do not care about that Book above."Erase my name, or write it as you will,"So I be written in the Book of Love."---Good night, and good luck." - Keith Olbermann
"Finally tonight as promised, a Special Comment on the passage, last week, of Proposition Eight in California, which rescinded the right of same-sex couples to marry, and tilted the balance on this issue, from coast to coast.Some parameters, as preface.
This isn't about yelling, and this isn't about politics, and this isn't really just about Prop-8. And I don't have a personal investment in this: I'm not gay, I had to strain to think of one member of even my very extended family who is, I have no personal stories of close friends or colleagues fighting the prejudice that still pervades their lives.And yet to me this vote is horrible. Horrible. Because this isn't about yelling, and this isn't about politics. This is about the... human heart, and if that sounds corny, so be it.
If you voted for this Proposition or support those who did or the sentiment they expressed, I have some questions, because, truly, I do not... understand.
Why does this matter to you? What is it to you?
In a time of impermanence and fly-by-night relationships, these people over here want the same chance at permanence and happiness that is your option.
They don't want to deny you yours.
They don't want to take anything away from you.
They want what you want -- a chance to be a little less alone in the world.
Only now you are saying to them -- no. You can't have it on these terms. Maybe something similar. If they behave. If they don't cause too much trouble. You'll even give them all the same legal rights -- even as you're taking away the legal right, which they already had. A world around them, still anchored in love and marriage, and you are saying, no, you can't marry. What if somebody passed a law that said you couldn't marry?
I keep hearing this term "re-defining" marriage.If this country hadn't re-defined marriage, black people still couldn't marry white people. Sixteen states had laws on the books which made that illegal... in 1967. 1967.The parents of the President-Elect of the United States couldn't have married in nearly one third of the states of the country their son grew up to lead. But it's worse than that. If this country had not "re-defined" marriage, some black people still couldn't marry...black people. It is one of the most overlooked and cruelest parts of our sad story of slavery. Marriages were not legally recognized, if the people were slaves. Since slaves were property, they could not legally be husband and wife, or mother and child. Their marriage vows were different: not "Until Death, Do You Part," but "Until Death or Distance, Do You Part." Marriages among slaves were not legally recognized.You know, just like marriages today in California are not legally recognized, if the people are... gay.And uncountable in our history are the number of men and women, forced by society into marrying the opposite sex, in sham marriages, or marriages of convenience, or just marriages of not knowing -- centuries of men and women who have lived their lives in shame and unhappiness, and who have, through a lie to themselves or others, broken countless other lives, of spouses and children... All because we said a man couldn't marry another man, or a woman couldn't marry another woman.
The sanctity of marriage. How many marriages like that have there been and how on earth do they increase the "sanctity" of marriage rather than render the term, meaningless?
What is this, to you?
Nobody is asking you to embrace their expression of love. But don't you, as human beings, have to embrace... that love? The world is barren enough.It is stacked against love, and against hope, and against those very few and precious emotions that enable us to go forward.
Your marriage only stands a 50-50 chance of lasting, no matter how much you feel and how hard you work.And here are people overjoyed at the prospect of just that chance, and that work, just for the hope of having that feeling. With so much hate in the world, with so much meaningless division, and people pitted against people for no good reason, this is what your religion tells you to do? With your experience of life and this world and all its sadnesses, this is what your conscience tells you to do?With your knowledge that life, with endless vigor, seems to tilt the playing field on which we all live, in favor of unhappiness and hate... this is what your heart tells you to do? You want to sanctify marriage? You want to honor your God and the universal love you believe he represents? Then Spread happiness -- this tiny, symbolic, semantical grain of happiness -- share it with all those who seek it. Quote me anything from your religious leader or book of choice telling you to stand against this. And then tell me how you can believe both that statement and another statement, another one which reads only "do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
---You are asked now, by your country, and perhaps by your creator, to stand on one side or another. You are asked now to stand, not on a question of politics, not on a question of religion, not on a question of gay or straight. You are asked now to stand, on a question of...love. All you need do is stand, and let the tiny ember of love meet its own fate. You don't have to help it, you don't have it applaud it, you don't have to fight for it. Just don't put it out. Just don't extinguish it. Because while it may at first look like that love is between two people you don't know and you don't understand and maybe you don't even want to know...It is, in fact, the ember of your love, for your fellow **person...Just because this is the only world we have. And the other guy counts, too.
This is the second time in ten days I find myself concluding by turning to, of all things, the closing plea for mercy by Clarence Darrow in a murder trial.But what he said, fits what is really at the heart of this:"I was reading last night of the aspiration of the old Persian poet, Omar-Khayyam," he told the judge."It appealed to me as the highest that I can vision. I wish it was in my heart, and I wish it was in the hearts of all:"So I be written in the Book of Love;"I do not care about that Book above."Erase my name, or write it as you will,"So I be written in the Book of Love."---Good night, and good luck." - Keith Olbermann
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
NO, NO, NO, NO NO!
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Proposition 8 is a California State ballot proposition that would amend the state Constitution to restrict the definition of marriage to a union between a man and a woman. It would overturn a recent California Supreme Court decision that had recognized same-sex marriage in California as a fundamental right. The official ballot title language for Proposition 8 is "Eliminates Right of Same-Sex Couples to Marry." The entirety of the text to be added to the constitution is: "Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California."
The campaigns for and against Proposition 8 raised $35.8 million and $37.6 million, respectively, becoming the highest-funded campaign on any state ballot that day and surpassing every campaign in the country in spending except the presidential contest. The proponents argued for exclusively heterosexual marriage while claiming that failure to change the constitution would require changes to school curriculum and threaten church tax benefits. The opponents argued that eliminating the rights of any Californian and mandating that one group of people be treated differently from everyone else was unfair and wrong.
Malate Ink
"Ganito, gawa tayo nang Family Crest... May Letter A na malaki for Atadero tapos yung dalawang aso natin si labradog at blackie na naka sampa sa A instead na leon! tapos yung ang ipa tattoo natin sa noo mo...".
Pinag uusapan namin kung anong style ng tattoo ang maganda. My sister likes oriental tattoos. Kois and geishas, kanji...my dad likes the traditinal ones hearts and skulls and roses...my mom likes the invisible ones best of all. "tattoo tattoo..pang mga preso! ang cheap cheap! ang panget tignan! hindi disente!..." she starts "eh bakit si uncle million nagpa tattoo ng kilay hindi nyo naman sinasabihan ng cheap..." yes you read that right. My UNCLE with naturally sparse eyebrows, now sports a half inch thick, solid black, flattened catterpillars as eyebrows. i cant wait to see how he'd look when he turns 80..
but people don't just get tattoos in the name of vanity. Once upon a time, tribes used tattoos and piercings and other forms of body art in rituals... welcoming a child to adulthood, marriage, blessing a man with the mark of a warrior, honoring priests and priestesses with their own special mark....marks they will wear for a lifetime.
I guess what makes tattoos so controversial is not the pain but its permanence and there lies its power. Some people who get tattooed have gone through difficult times. a troubled past, death of a loved one, a caged existance... some get tattoos to celebrate eternal love, proclaim eternal adoration for rock bands, or make visible the ties that bind them to their mommas
in our lives of constant change, maybe we all need something to serve as a perpetual reminder of the loving child, the good partner, the victorious warrior,and even the gods within.
Pinag uusapan namin kung anong style ng tattoo ang maganda. My sister likes oriental tattoos. Kois and geishas, kanji...my dad likes the traditinal ones hearts and skulls and roses...my mom likes the invisible ones best of all. "tattoo tattoo..pang mga preso! ang cheap cheap! ang panget tignan! hindi disente!..." she starts "eh bakit si uncle million nagpa tattoo ng kilay hindi nyo naman sinasabihan ng cheap..." yes you read that right. My UNCLE with naturally sparse eyebrows, now sports a half inch thick, solid black, flattened catterpillars as eyebrows. i cant wait to see how he'd look when he turns 80..
but people don't just get tattoos in the name of vanity. Once upon a time, tribes used tattoos and piercings and other forms of body art in rituals... welcoming a child to adulthood, marriage, blessing a man with the mark of a warrior, honoring priests and priestesses with their own special mark....marks they will wear for a lifetime.
I guess what makes tattoos so controversial is not the pain but its permanence and there lies its power. Some people who get tattooed have gone through difficult times. a troubled past, death of a loved one, a caged existance... some get tattoos to celebrate eternal love, proclaim eternal adoration for rock bands, or make visible the ties that bind them to their mommas
in our lives of constant change, maybe we all need something to serve as a perpetual reminder of the loving child, the good partner, the victorious warrior,and even the gods within.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Mga Kwento ni lola Basyang- Ang Garapon
repost from patch.
a good reminder for all of us ;)
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "Yes."The professor then produced two beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "'Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things --- your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions --- and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. "The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else --- the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. "Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first --- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked. The beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers with a friend."
a good reminder for all of us ;)
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "Yes."The professor then produced two beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "'Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things --- your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions --- and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. "The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else --- the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. "Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first --- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked. The beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers with a friend."
Feel na feel ko na ang christmas spirit...
sana pwede sya ikahon, lagyan nang ribbon at ilagay sa ilalim nang Christmas Tree...
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