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The Singing Revolution
Tag: Arts
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Gaude – Joy In Song
Team Gaude (Ending) Team Children’s Chorus (Opening) -
He/she/it/they…
- Delete the pronoun reference altogether. E.g. “Every trustee (i.e. Pete) should exercise his “fiduciary duty/responsibility” as soon instructions are delivered to him by a lawyer.” Just strike out “to him” in this case.
- Change the pronoun to an article. E.g.: “An author (i.e. DB) may borrow/steal any of my blog entries in preparing his novel.” Replace “his” with ”a.”
- Pluralized, so that “he” becomes “they.” E.g.: “A student should avoid the dangers of guru worshiping that might lead to spiritual harm of his path.” Rewrite as follows: “Students should avoid the dangers of guru worshiping that might lead to their spiritual harm.”
- Use the relative pronoun “who,” especially when the generic “he” follows an “if.” E.g.: “If a student cannot use “common sense”, he cannot be expected to overcome the traps created on this hellish planet.” Rewrite as follows: “A student who cannot use “common sense” cannot be expected to overcome the traps created on this hellish planet.”
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Creative Manifestos
How many times have you looked at a quote and thought, “Okay, now’s my time to write something memorable”? There were many times when I should have thought of that memorable quote in the first place.
Where do you find inspirational words? Usually I find those inspirational words online, such as the lyrics to “Bless “The Beast” And The Children”.
Better yet, what’s your favorite quote that you’ve written yourself? I wrote my own epitaph. Or better yet here is a new quote by moi called “The Nephilim“:
Let not your bodies/hearts be spoiled/troubled by the poisons/traps of this world.
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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/01/24/creative-manifestos/
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Phoning it In
“ET! Phone home!”
Nowadays it’s texting that works better than phone. You see texting can be saved as documentation. Whereas, you’d need photographic memory to record everything you’ve ever heard.
First, I want to thank me, myself and I for the con-tro-ver-si-al decision to blog via a smartphone, even though I don’t have nothing to do with people. Irregardless, none of my readers haven’t a clue as to what I am talking about. I’ve been hanged by the proverbial noose of greed for over twelve slong years and left hung, high and dry, and all alone. One look at my blog and it looks like the ramblings of an insane, loose-lipped, good for nothing, but well meaning person addicted to coffee. LOL. All I could do is 🙂 at your attempts to find meaning behind my messages. Nevertheless, don’t worry your little noggin’s over my state of mind. However, please do read on! And don’t forget to comment (nicely please). But then again, I really don’t care one way or the other.
It is neither me nor her that wants your attention. Nay! She loves to slowly mess with your minds and leave you to wonder if there are any regrets or mistakes made by this author. “Why do you bother her with corrections”? asked her doppelgänger. “Can’t you tell that church goers’ lives are more messed up than hers?” Perhaps contacting the author would help clarify what is really going, that is if she bothers reading and replying to her “e-mails“. Alas, you are not the ruler of her thoughts or the controller of her grammar and spelling. Who do you think you are? To whom should you address your concerns?
[This has been a horrible grammatical exercise by me and I certainly know you agree that you’re God and your destiny lies in their hands because it’s not who they’re but rather if its presence is there at all.)
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When you go to a movie theater…
When you go to an movie theater, do you prefer it to be empty so can sit anywhere you like? I like it empty because I cannot stand the noise and smell from rude people.
Or do you prefer a packed house like on opening night? I guess a packed house can be enjoyable, too. But I really don’t like crowds or their cooties.
When you can sit anywhere, where do you sit and why? I want to sit somewhere in the middle. Actually the location doesn’t matter as long as I’m not sitting to a pervert and not way in the front where I end up craning my neck just to view the BIG screen.
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Would you rather read minds or live forever?
I would rather read minds forever. Then if perchance I happen to come across person/s that might know how to “live forever”, I could borrow/steal the thoughts and share the knowledge base thereafter.
Living forever can be dull after many eons. That’s why you will see many people (like moi) who are simply bored — bored with blogging for instance and the need for other pursuits, such as those who are addicted to drugs, alcohol, gaming, sex, gambling, smoking, eating, etc. —- would one day/night find that being mortal with the ability to read minds and mess with other minds could be loads of fun.
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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/11/26/would-you-rather-read-minds-or-live-forever/
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20111114-Random Thoughts
Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
11/14/2011 9:50am: Spoke for 3:22 minutes with Rochelle about graffiti in and around MY neighborhood.
11/13/2011 10:44am: I was thinking about a petri dish called earth and how human/alien hybrids were giving two types of fluids. One was given water. One was given blood. (Hint: The former gives. The latter takes.)
11/13/2011 10:44am: I reevaluated what I told the fat bastard over the cellphone many slong years ago. I told him and his pals that they are/were “demon seeds”. I heard his voice retract into the distance as if I he got seriously hurt (etherically) by my dark side. This thought resurfaced because Maw inquired of me that they should have paid my monthly interest in good faith. To date, I’ve not seen ONE hard-earned penny, which could have already been spent by them.
11/12/2011 2056pm: I browsed online via my cellphone and had to look up the round-by-round and/or results (via a mmafighting site) to the Pacquio and Marquez fight, which has been and will always be “business as usual” in the sporting and entertainment industry. The result is/was controversial. Of course, both will get money for working hard.
11/12/2011 20:19pm: Here are the lyrics as sung by Roni Milsap (1975) — “I’m having a dream about night things in the middle of the afternoons.”
11/12/2011 19:58pm: Here are the country lyrics as sung by Don Williams (1977) — “Some hearts will never mend. Some memories will never end. Some tears never will cry. My love for you will never die.”
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20111112-More Spooks
14:44pm: Saw white guy riding a mini-powered scooter eastbound on MY drive. He wore a dark blue jacket with white strips on both sleeves, light blue heans and a dark blue baseball cap.
09:06am: Saw two Asian Indian couples walking northbound. The husband was many steps in front of his reptilian wife. (She would look up at the workers. Her eye sockets were VERY deep and wide-set into her head. The coloration of her eyes were “dusty” looking.) He was wearing a turquoise-colored turban and sported the normal, thick beard of salt and pepper color. She wore a light olive-colored hoodie. They both wore light brown colored clothes.
8:25pm: Saw white guy riding bicycle going westbound on MY long stretch of road. He wore black outfit.
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Smarty pants…
Well, Kenny boy really knows how to handle his blog, err, educational website. He uses those “high-sounding” words, too. That must mean he is smart, an egg head who knows his human rights and chemistry, too. I’m just wondering/humoring myself if he knows how to make “a 100 percent solution for love”.
Anyway, my old random thoughts was a comparison between a mathematician, who may have the sexual appetite of a Alabama snake long ago and my math teach in a university. A few days ago, I told a story to Maw and Paw over a meal how everyone dropped out of his class, except one thin, white boy, who got “A’s” on the tests. That was a LOWER DIVISION class at night and for a nursing degree which seemed like the ticket for my success in life. Night classes were usually more difficult to pass because it was late at night and one and one-half hour-long — too long and too late in the day for sleepy minds to stay awake and sharp.
So the story went one about how the math teacher was NOT very well-kept in appearance. His long camp shirt would come out of his falling slacks. His shoes were brown, by the way. His hair was wiry and the color of salt and pepper. His eyebrows were thick and growing wildly — a sign of a genius mind. His eyeglasses were thick and round like an owl. He has a tendency to lean over the chalkboard while lecturing, slobbering over his words and pushing up his eyeglasses with his right index finger.
He went too fast for most of us. The textbook was also too difficult to understand. Only a genius would resonate with another geniuses. This would leave most of us dummies appreciating other dummies, with or without good hearts. Plus, we know how to laugh at ourselves for not being that smart and at those who think too highly of themselves, their knowledge and experiences.
Somehow, I am connecting that creative souls (the colorful kinds you’d see performing in circuses and carnivals and creating in other ways through music, dance, art, literature etc. are also geniuses, sensitive to their art forms and interpretation thereof and highly defensive against criticism, even border-line suicidal if nothing seems right to the beholder of their natural expressions.
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20111101-Random Thoughts
As per my late notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/01/2011 at 08:57am, my mind had wandered again during this morning’s mass, which was celebrated by the Monseigneur.
A few days ago, I saw in my mind’s creative eye that while the Capitol Building resembles a Mosque, I see a female organ. That’s right! That’s the raised piece that is supposed to makes a female orgasm! And lo and behold, the Washington Monument represent the male phallic organ. The whole schematic of Washington D.C. is really a symbolic representation of the “fertility/reproduction” in “action”!
My other thought was that of the big dark eyes of these alleged “gray” extraterrestrials and how they are allegedly very ancient since the beginning of time. I see how the eyes of the “human” could have once been all dark as one big pupil/iris. But because of the intense sunlight, the “corners” of the eyes were burned off and became white.
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Do you think Shakespeare existed?
Do you think Shakespeare existed?
Nope. Credit usually goes to someone else and/or corroborated with others. Historical claims can and have been altered to control information. Religious organizations do a great job in fooling the masses, a BIG cover-up alluding to extraterrestrial interference/intervention. Likewise, great works such as Shakespeare and pals do nothing but entertain fools with more mystery than practical or necessary.
Do you think Shakespeare existed? Or are there just to many plays and sonnets credited to him to be the work of one person?
The new film Anonymous questions his prolific existence.
If you think these claims against history are a waste of time, why do you think they are periodically raised by so many people?
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Such sweet sorrows…
I was Previewing a Premium Theme – Linen and came across the “About Us” section, which read:
“A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.”
The passage is from MAY 10. in “The Sorrows of Young Werther” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. His writing is exquisite to my mind’s ears, simple, too and better than my own basic writing skills and my dimming hope for a fruitful novel in the upcoming NaNoWriMo next month.