i wonder if heaven gotta ghetto for thug niggaz?
RIP Jam Master Jay

i cant read chinese, but i like what i see...

popo

La mosca. Bizz Bizz. You wanna some suga? I gots whatcha need.

Sexton Mountain Mariposa Lily. ::Gape::

Ralph Nader finally got his point across.

Eminem Impersonator Causes Panic

Man dresses up as Eminem with a chainsaw for a costume party and goes to the wrong address.
Panic ensues.
Only in the U.K.

Clinton laughs it up with Mondale during the Wellstone memorial service.
See, guys, they have no sense of respect...

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David...that's not what to do when impressing the ladies.

A Relaxing Day in the Pool in Tokyo

What could we have learned?

wait... how is that again?...

pro choice?

the original TROJAN MAN - birth control indeed!

Another tragic scene from the Ted Kennedy Driving School.

BURIAL BOX BEARS INSCRIPTION OF "JAMES... BROTHER OF JESUS"

Below the inscription is a smaller inscription that reads, "Mom always liked Him best".

In Columbia, this is how they flip you the bird.

A green haired white boy Hsieh searches for the right tonic

What the heck Hsieh? You don't make any sense now. Or do you?

Nostral-Dumbass: "I didnt see that one coming..."
JT: "I did."

eleanor roos: "MY DOG!!!"
TJ: "I dont discriminate."

Hitler: "eh? that felt good!"
TJ: "yes, I know."

JJ: "Harriet Tubman, you touch my ass?"
HT: "Why reverend jessie jackson, i know my freedom train is bound for glory, but no sir, it wasnt me."
JJ: "Okay cause just a second ago... OH! motha fookin... there it was again!"
HT: "what?"
JJ: "It was you!!"
HT: "It wasnt...."
TJ: "NO! IT WAS ME!!"
JJ and HT: "Thomas Jefferson?!"
TJ: "Yes, and incase you were wondering, IM YO DADDA! George wash aint got jack on me. Im the REAL father of this nation."

"I am the very model of a modern Major-General..."

But this I admit
Tastes so good,
hard to believe an end to it
Smell touch feel.


Hmm. I wonder...

This is Juan Rulfo, the "supermexicano" who wrote Pedro Paramo. How does one who looks this distinguished write such a Dali-esque novel? I believe only Mr. Paramo can tell us himself...

MS - Senor Rulfo, how and why did you write Pedro Paramo?

JR - You think I wrote it? Hah, I scoff at you. (scoff scoff scoff scoff) It was not I, but the leprechaun in my closet who wrote this bewildering story.

MS - But Senor Ruflo, you are accredited with writing this amazing work. Why would you put your name on something that is not yours?

JR - Dinero, amigo, Dinero. What more is there to life but money? Surely, a bright nino such as yourself would know such a common principle.

MS - ...

JR - Heath chocolate and lots of sauerkraut.

MS - What?!?! Is that the true secret to your success? Was your leprechaun escapade just an extension of your vast humor reserve?

JR - Shut up you. You make me sad.

MS - I'm sorry, senor. What is the problem?

JR - I said SHUT UP YOU.

MS - Hmm. (hums Contaminame)

JR - (perks up his ears and sways to the rhythm)

MS - Contaminame...Mezclate conmigo!!

JR - I SAID SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!!!

MS - Um. Erm. Okay.

JR - Thank you. (pics up War and Peace and begins reading the first page, albeit upside down)

MS - Um...Excuse me, Senor Rulfo?

JR - WHAT IS IT YOU KNAVE, YOU BUMBLING FOOL! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M READING?

MS - But senior, you are reading the book upside down.

JR - No dip sherlock. This helps me feel the work from a new perspective. War and Peace is a world turning masterpiece. It was meant to be read upside down.

MS - That's it, this guys full of it. (gets up to leave)

JR - I'm afraid your mistaken, young sod. You see, my magic realism extends beyond the literary realm. In fact, I am a practicing mystic. SHIM SHIM SHALA BIM!

MS - (turns into a pile of gleaming viscera, an apparent allusion to Chronicle of a Death Foretold)

JR - I laugh at you. Psht.

MS - Crazy old fool. That book came after your time.

JR - Shut up you. You know nothing. You are simply a worhless IB student...

How does one make a movie about Pedro Paramo? It seems too...random. But a structure exists, yes? Oh yea. It can be done then. Can it?

This is Pedro Paramo? Somehow I don't think so... It seems to...normal...peasant farmer...North Vietnamese...no...no way...NO....no way two classes crossover...NO!!!!...floof...

Ah, there it is. Looks old and worn down. Should I still knock? I don't know. I just don't know.

Das Yacht Club

Where's the backdoor to this place...?

CHARLIES ANGELS
wtf?!?! couldnt they have found some better lookin hookas? especially that dude barrymore with the sunglasses on the far left. wtf is that?!

the answer is no

removed due to misunderstanding

and they picked the black guy!?
actually, come to think of it... i would have too...

place your bets!!

Sometimes, You Gotta do whatcha gotta do...



Good ol' California. That's the place where I'm at, and don't let any of them hooligans tell you otherwise.

California or Bust?

"Hey Christina, ow u doin? No, no. Just sittin' here, dreaming of the endless skies of the California valleys. You remember? Cause I d...want to. Yes. Take me there, Christina. As three we will be. As one we are none. Together. Forever. Live. Fly. I am you."

-Matthew Szabo

Philosophy from the mischevous and always dubious mind

"When the end is near, the beginning is much, much further away." - Bill Gates

The American Situation, According to Michael

Y'all have fun with this one.

Quiet Szabes. I'm not the one ratting on our friend Hsieh b/c of his race, am I?
And honestly, I expected that out of Michael, not you.

i always thought it was for Kevin

Apparently, one of the K's in KKK stands for Korea



A South Korean model presents a creation by Japanese designer Kouji Toyoda in Seoul October 21, 2002.

"Simply, I am a white woman trapped in the body of a black man who's trying to be a white man."

Hmm. Hsieh, perhaps your brother needs some counseling due to his Michael Jackson obsession. Who knows, maybe he's really an asian woman in a asian man's body trying to be a crazed albino pop singer who is actually a white woman trapped in the body of a black man who's trying to be a white man. Thus, you need to prevent your brother from achieving his goal of becoming a white man. White man, get your hands off her. GET AWAY FROM HER!!

At the Saudi Arabian Department of Motor Vehicles, Devi appeals their decision to mutilate her genitals for running a red light.

Sterilization can be advocated in the most subtle ways. Let's do like the Saudi's do and enforce harsher punishments for traffic regulations. That guy that keeps using the space in front of my house as a parking space is gonna get what's coming to him, that's for sure.

First in a series of several:



Feel free to comment. More to come.

"Matt, there's got to be an easier way to catch the ferry!"

I don't care. California is on that boat.

"Look at that Arab-looking guy over there. I better get security... Agghhh, oh crap, I'm too full of chicken and ribs to move my fat ass off this folding chair. Oh well..."

Hey! Chicken and ribs are American tradition. Without them, we wouldn't be the largest country in the world. What? Russia is larger? No. They have skinny people, with no food, and thus no real power.

"Really, Dick, I had no idea about your heart problems."

"Well, Mrs. Harding, you're pregnant."

Well, I'll be. Hsieh, did you do this? Shame on you.

"What? Am I hiding any what? I can't hear you with these big earmuffs on. What?"

"Ho, ho, ho, what would you like for Christmas?... Why are the children crying?"

Hum. Maybe Mr. Adkinson could give us his point of view on this peculiar turn of events.

From the Sometimes Life Imitates Art file:



Turns out this was an actual drink. No word on whether it was discontinued after the bombing in Bali.

Here's an item of interest.



Anti-war protesters show their support for suicide bombers.
Funny, they didn't look Palestinian...

AvailFianchetto: Brit stated that the guy in A hero of our time was too arrogant to be believable and that nobody is that bad. Mrs. Vann responded, "Yes there is, his name is Alex Jung and he has Adkins first period"

actually ZAEBO, i think scientologist sponge bob is in nebraska

A Step Past Blockage? I Think So. You be the Judge.

PoJo345: 1% warning? tsk tsk.
dMarTini585: who's this?
PoJo345: a friend of the beer, John Adams.
dMarTini585: oh wait...this is MATT ZAEBO!
dMarTini585: how did you get my sn?
PoJo345: Yessum.
PoJo345: Um, I don't rightly know, actually.
dMarTini585: haha....ok
dMarTini585: yeah, i dont know who put a warning on me but it used to be 3 %
PoJo345: Ahh. They warned you anonymously?
dMarTini585: i guess...i was dumb and didnt look for a name, i just clicked it off.
dMarTini585: i've never been warned before so i'm a little naive
PoJo345: Ah. Haha. Take it from an experienced veteran, warning someone else and getting warned yourself becomes such a daily occurrence that it doesn't even register.
PoJo345: Ah well. I must take my leave. My comfortable bed calls me.
PoJo345: Have a good night, and see you later.
dMarTini585: bye

Any questions?

I don't know what the hell this is. Looks fun though.
Anyone wanna go with me to Clearwater to make a donation?

OH my. Look at this shiz.

http://www.google.com/search?q=Olssen+Twins+&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&start=10&sa=N

What's his maiden name?

that's me in the middle

Bungsaih: Bungsaih: hey
Bungsaih: did you do the DBQ?
Krayer: In what class? I'm sorry. Who are you?
Bungsaih: o
Bungsaih: so sorry
Bungsaih: brian hsieh
Bungsaih: i imed the wrong window
Bungsaih: haha
Bungsaih: so sorry
Krayer: Oh, hi.
Bungsaih: hey
Krayer: That's okay.
Krayer: Well, good luck with your homework.
Bungsaih: ah
Bungsaih: thanx
Krayer: Sorry if I was a bit blunt.
Bungsaih: no
Bungsaih: it was my bad
Krayer: Well, I figured most Internet perverts don't start with "have you done the DBQ," so I didn't click you away.
Bungsaih: haha

perhaps, perhaps, my good sirrah. But let me ask you this: When was the last time you let your hair go messy, refrained from taking a bath, and hopscotched about a large religious vesicle? Eh? What do you say now, my good sirrah?

moan you say?

Man, today sucked. I felt like poo and I was annoyed by virtually everyone and everything, and coupled with tht was an annoying self -pity that just made everything worse. I havn't really had a chance to vent, so if anyone feels like calling me so I can bitch, gripe and moan to them over the phone, my number is 512-2701. Fuk.

Sleep by a little brother

Sleeping is what I do at night
When I am tired, sore and just a little tired of all the fights
that happen during the day
I wish it would stop oh God I pray

Sleep gets all that bad stuff blocked out
All the Crimes,the talk, the horrible things
There are so many deaths a day I can't even count
People's lives are just like strings

Sleep gets you refreshed and ready for the day
So you can handle all the troubles in life
There were over 2 million deaths just in the month of May.

I'll take the test

Saddam Hussein was sitting in his office wondering whom to invade next when
his telephone rang.

"Hallo, Mr. Hussein!" a heavily accented voice said.

"This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Sligo Ireland. I am ringing to
inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"

"Well, Paddy," Saddam replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is
your army?"

"Right now," said Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is myself, my
cousin Sean, my next door neighbor Seamus, and the entire dart team from the
pub. That makes eight!"

Saddam paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have one million men in my
army waiting to move on my command."

"Begorra!"! said Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back!"

Sure enough, the next day, Paddy called again.

"Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some infantry
equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be, Paddy?" Saddam asked.

"Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor."

Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 16,000 tanks and
14,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I've increased my army to 1-1/2
million since we last spoke."

"Saints preserve us!" said Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you."

Sure enough, Paddy rang again the next day. "Mr. Hussein, the war is still
on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We've modified Harrigan's
ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the
Shamrock Pub have joined us as well!"

Saddam was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you,
Paddy, that I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military
complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And
since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO MILLION!"

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" said Paddy, "I'll have to ring you back."

Sure enough, Paddy called again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr.
Hussein! I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well," said Paddy, "we've all had a long chat over a bunch of pints, and
decided there's no way we can feed two million prisoners."

God Bless the Irish

anyone want to take an IQ test and be part of my math experiment? :D If so let me know and I'll either give you the site or the written format. Thanks

WRONG WRONG

right...

http://www.emode.com/tests/uiq/

Anyone have any info about going to comfort Q tonight at 7?

Star gazing mega flash
You hit me like a cosmic blast
You've given me a technicolor world
Putting me in overdrive
Speed of light I'm so alive
Could you be my supernova girl

Zoom zoom zoom
Make my heart go. boom boom
My supernova girl

Visions of your pretty face
Send me into hyperspace
Caught up in a planetary whirl
Breathing in you give me air
I'm living off your solar flare
Could you be my supernova girl

One two three four five six seven eight
Interplanetary
Mega stellar
Hydro static
There's no gravity between us
Our love is automatic

sack of potatoes

"Today, Clam Bayou is one of the last naturally functioning estuaries"
um... even though it was man-made?!

Memories of Clam Bayou...

Seventy-five years ago, Al Capone ran rum through the coves and crannies of Clam Bayou on the west central coast of Florida. Today, Clam Bayou is one of the last naturally functioning estuaries on Boca Ciega Bay, a part of Tampa Bay. It is home to some of the few remaining otters, eagles and manatees in the bay, as well as terrapins in its creeks. Recreational anglers "in the know" try to navigate its shallows looking for the hefty-sized snook, redfish, and speckled trout that they prize.

Amazingly, Clam Bayou sits between the communities of St. Petersburg and Gulfport in the most densely populated county in the state. Its existence is continually threatened by suburban sprawl, encroaching development and polluted storm-water runoff. Yet, its value can be measured by more than beauty. Recreational fishing is one of the mainstays of local tourism, and, along with commercial fishing, they pump millions of dollars into the region's economy. Without natural enclaves like Clam Bayou, Tampa Bay as a whole loses its ability to nurture and sustain inshore and offshore fisheries.

The large, undeveloped parcels of Clam Bayou should be bought and preserved as a sanctuary. Additionally, an appropriate management plan must be developed to preserve the Bayou's function as a refuge, prevent further degradation caused by untreated storm water, and educate area residents on the intrinsic value of Clam Bayou.

The beautiful Hsieh family, several years ago. As you can see, a lot has changed, including the gender of the two children.

Mom and Dad relax while the two kiddies map out their raid. What comfort.

Mmph. Dreamy comes to mind, does it not?

Vermont. Look at that red sky. Red sky. Remember that Hsieh? Good times, good times.

The world is swaying, my friends.

Good idea. Yes. I think so.

here is a good idea
http://www.cnn.com/2002/TECH/internet/10/17/aol.discs/index.html

Wadkaieal.

First in mind
Last in reality;
'Twas a bind
Not a specialty.

The time came to pass
I was ready to play.
The M acted like a jackass
I was not ready to stay.

They moved forward like things often do
Battles and ships, beams of light
Time opened its doors long after two
In spite of the blight of the gentle sight.

Oh, how the light played upon it
Like two spotlights fighting over a stage;
They rose, fell, and became lit,
Enclosing me within its cage.

You called me - yes you did!-
But awareness you did lack
As did I for the bid
Thought it a simple snack.

But no, my time had passed
And to my avail, again it came
But no, my aim was harassed
And to my lack, I lossed game.

The strike of an adder
Nothing less than mortal
Destroying my ladder,
My only escape portal.

The scar of sin.
The scent of the air.
The mark of death.
The beauty of the snare.

Has time been wasted
On this "has been" again?
Yet no one has tasted
What time offered when it began.

The road still lies in front
And my life grows
My path will continue on
And only time knows.

Background: Written at 12:30 AM on May 10, 2002. Research the life of the
author to understand the context in which the poem is written.

What is this poem about? If you really want to know, take a close look.
Examine the language, especially the similes and metaphors. What do they
mean? How do they mean?

Watch Out Now

Grntbuggly: spanish hw?
PoJo345: matt isnt here sorry he'll be back at 9:00
PoJo345: this is his brother
Grntbuggly: ah, grazie
Grntbuggly: little turduckin
Grntbuggly: how passes the night?
PoJo345: who's this fagot
Grntbuggly: you had best look out for the Man
Grntbuggly: because he's coming
PoJo345: lol
PoJo345: ok i will
Grntbuggly: watch out now
Grntbuggly: yesw
PoJo345: im watching
Grntbuggly: now I must leace you, little auk
Grntbuggly: fare thee well
Grntbuggly: do not forget the advice
PoJo345: roger that over and out
Grntbuggly: for I shall be watching

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I thought so. don't reuse the first can of aerosal, or you will get a ghastly blimp on your left butt cheek.

ok.. I thought you didn't like it when we turned it counterclockwise. Nope. The windmill method is preferred by most women, in fact, a recent study shows that 99.32% of women dig the twist and spin of that rattata.

Ok. when?

during the later hours of the evening, when the man in the moon is out taking gemini stroll, and old mrs quimby is squirming in her squishy squid-patched bed. adams can let you know about that. that's right. john adams, the 2nd president of the US of A.

Bungsaih: he wants me to wear a wife beater
Bungsaih: and black pants
Yeah, ok mike. Don't get too far out of the physical realm, k?
Bungsaih: bruce lee sheet
Bungsaih: im not sure im gonna run aroud half naked though...

Party at Kirk's or Adams's tomorrow night? I need the help.

the ninth sniper killing. Linda Franklin, a 47-year-old FBI analyst, was gunned down in front of her husband last night in a Home Depot parking lot.

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matt is a man with a hand !!! Wheres my mom ? do you live in pineapple land ! Stop_Matt@Stop_it.com !!!!

No one can save you from yourself.

Knowledge

Tonight I impressed our waitress with my vast knowledge of MacGuyver trivia. And by that, I mean: our waitress stopped at our table and inexplicably asked, "Do you all know the name of the actor who played MacGuyver?" And out of my mouth, immediately before I could even think: "Richard Dean Anderson." My friends stared at me with a mixture of amazement and horror. I tried to explain that perhaps it got stuck in my brain by way of the Simpsons, but I don't think anyone bought that. Myself included.

First the Bryan Adams moment, now this. Someone, save me from myself.

Know

While driving in my car yesterday, that Bryan Adams song from the Kevin Costner Robin Hood movie came on, and I didn't change the station or put my tape in.

I'm not sure what this means, but it can't be good.

K

I honestly have no idea how someone who smells as good as I do is still single.

The spam subject line in my inbox said it all: MIKE WALSH YOU'VE GOT OPTIONS.

Mr. whkl373kl73dylXX, you are so right.

Anyone set for the NEW DEAL?

"confuta.. eh. psh...looorreeeeehhh.... uh.. maledictis, benedic... dic... tis....confu... fu.. err?...futatis..."

Man With Swords Arrested at Boston Airport; Panicked Passengers Ran Out of His Way
The Associated Press , via TampBay online | Published: Oct 22, 2001


Posted on 10/22/2001 7:26 AM Pacific by jerod


BOSTON (AP) - A man who walked through Logan International Airport with three samurai swords was arrested on disorderly conduct charges after nervous passengers scrambled to get out of his way.

Raymond Morrison, 23, of Dracut, did not attempt to breach security and apparently had no plans to fly anywhere, said Phil Orlandella, a spokesman for the Massachusetts Port Authority, which runs the airport.

But when Morrison walked up to three terminals Sunday wearing a cowboy hat, with the swords protruding from the waistband of his jeans, passengers became frightened.

"He caused a ruckus. People were panicking and running away," said state police Sgt. Edward Principe.

Morrison was scheduled to be arraigned Monday in district court.

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LOL, Hsieh you are a mastermind. Keep writing the good shiz, and I'll continue to give you a reason to come to school, if you know what I mean. (owww)

What is that?

this morning's pileup

...the rain...in spain..splays blainly on the...phssssst...

the sniper dude.
my guess is he is early to mid 30s. mid length brown combover hair. no glasses. jeans and a windbreaker. a little chubby. caucasian.

i use to think the magic realism was a mastered art, only obtained by the most goodest good good special check mark of authors. after reading the selected hispanic works, i have come to realize that magic realism and the whole latino writing fawk is a bunch of crock!!! maybe if Ib didnt praise it so much, but it aint nottin unique bout that sheeAt!
1) Butcher hawk patron
2) couple of resentful bastards running around
3) Cotholicism gone whack
4) revolutionaries
and BOOM!! there you have it. your very own hispanic novella. icing on the cake, or should i say, sour cream for you burrito patron, is some fruity descriptions of just dull crap: the blood ran from his hand like the sh!t from a pregnant bull in a tree in the desert... (szabo would be good at this). just put together some random/paradoxical/contradictory/VULGAR statements together, and BOOM!! you gots some authentic latino vivid imagery. for further plot/thematic development, make sure to go crazy on descriptions of the minutest of things such as how the rain water trickled from the heavens, onto the [give about 20-30 colors] roof. with characters just feel free to be lazy, in fact, the lazier the better. each cahracter needs only 1 characteristic (yes, the roof of the house needs more attention than the character). try to make the men seem unrealistically belligerant and irrational, while the women are calm, collected and naive (but make sure to credit their naivity to their pure and wholesomeness, and not that they're complete ignorant lazy bastards). magic realism my fawker.
"What [IB] never 'divined' was that [it] was going to die as soon as the [students] 'divined' what a bungle[of sh!t] [it] was."(55)

"I want BACK... to Fermat's"

Perhaps she will still fail him... better watch out now!

about a week ago, jamison was telling us about our guided coursework that was due today. "I DO NOT ACCEPT ANY LATE EXPERIMENTS. IF YOU ARE NOT IN MY CLASS AND YOU DO NOT TURN IT IN WHEN THE BELL RINGS, IT IS AN AUTOMATIC ZERO. I WILL FAIL YOU FOR THE SIX WEEKS!". that of course got the entire class's attention.. well.. almost. 5th period today everyone... EVERYONE is present EXCEPT!!! mike. 5 minutes into class... no mike. the class goes out for a walk, and comes back 20 minutes later.... no mike. its now 12:40... no mike. bell rings, everyone leaves... no mike. ONLY ONE THAT DID NOT TURN IN THE WORK... mike. so im sitting in 6th and in comes... mike. big grin on his face obviously portraying the devastation just experienced. "so mike, did you turn it in?", i ask. "yeah, just now", he replies. not only has 5th period ended, but its now halfway into 6th. "so what did she say?"... "oh, she just said 'i understand, i wont count it late', and i didnt even have to give her my excuse!" BASTARRRRD. LUCKY BASTARRRD. "i wont count it late"??? first off, there IS NO late work, so how could she count it late? its automatic ZERO. she should have at least said "mike, im not going to butt rape you and fail you out of IB". its good that mike didnt get screwed over, and most people that knew him were pretty concerned not seeing him return. i invisioned him and pandora in some fiery ditch. its just strange how much jamison has changed. if this was last year... mike, youd be packin your IB bags...

The peaceful nature of the household has in turn made me a tranquil person, searching for ways to solve problems with others by negotiation, subverting permanent negative residue.

oyez.

might be just me, but isnt madonna the ugliest hooka you've ever seen? to be as some kind of a sex godess/icon, id think shed have a little less space between her teeth... and thats just the beginning...

Here you go, Matt:
Mao
Oh Mao
Mao Zedong took over communist China after WWII they'd had enough of focking Stalin.
For a long long time Stalin and Mao had had adversity because on most things they did not agree.
So when Syngman Rhree, in Korea, was kicked out, China was on top of its game: they would just get better and better and better...
(Some uniteligible garble along the line of, "wwaayyh wah ayaahhh wahh")
Stalin was afraid of capitalist encirclement on the part of good ol' US of A.
Maoooo Zedonnngggg
Maoo Zedongg

"Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup.""Mao Zedong did not like the swine in his soup."

Tremendous weight off...ease...yess...now on to spanish...

Hum. Math port is tearing at me. MS word is not working...what do do? I'm dead.

Oleaginously sputtering her life away...like the bird forced to traipse...if you please, bring me my mirror or aprehension...

Mariposa Thoughts...
Daedal Offerings...
I wish that you knew that
I wish that you wished that
I knew that you wished that
I knew...
Looking back though the looking glass,
Now I know you knew...

Boom boom, ain't it great to be crazy?

Dance with me tonight...boom boom boom, back you are now, pushing on the dollar, more time.

boom boom, shoot you like a barbar...back you are now

pushing on the bottles

more time

(what technique)

boom boom mighty fine in dollars

The movement has begun: I saw them in the closet ayer--my superiorities. BUt only now can I fully comprehend the magnitude of the magenta magnolias. Ten cuidado! Oyez...smelling the Mariposa Lily...the sweet scent, extinct forever...highways...chillin'...lala...drowning...waves...currents...dead poeple walkin' all over...if you please, I would appreciate a replacement for my hominy.
Gross smelling, that. Ekch. Thhhhsssspppptttt...please remove all sharp objects from the coats of your dolls of porcelain of China of the earth. Which, consequently is not, in all actuality, as round as we seem to think. All that water. The middle is expanding again after ten thousand years and could be a major factor in the warming of the Red Lobster cheesy-peasey fluffy biscuts of love. Just like the ones mommy used to manufacture from oil and lard. MMmmmm...yummy...supermercados tenian pan en el futuro, pero ahora no lo tienen. Perhaps it is due to the 94-degree weather of the weather? Whether or not is is the weather, I would suggest a complete refiguration and recomputatin of the strategems by which the nature of our assignment was conjugated into various verb forms of the pluscuamperfecto.
Ayah.........

Man, this isn't worth it. I could be sleeping now. But no, ooh no...i have to do this pipe.

the top caption reads "Rebuild the Towers - Bigger and Better Than Before". some 'asset management company' genious posted the ad in NYC.
Design 2, which cannot be seen (flip side of the poster), displayed the alternative design, having the two towers with huge red targets painted on them. The flashy red was followed by their catchy logo, caption reading "The bigger they are, the harder they fall"...
i find the pic quite interesting, especially with the man in the FDNY shirt looking on. at first, the idea of rebuilding the towers, a direct act of defiance towards the terrorists, seems like a great idea. then you see the shirt, and realize all the sheet that happened and 'went down', and say to yourself "fawking morons".

There humanity goes again, playing god. When will it end?

car wash is... this saturday?

http://www.cnn.com/2002/TECH/space/10/02/radio.telescope/index.html

POV, its all about point of view. reminds me of a story of this chinese couple i know. about 3 years ago, they crashed head on into a SUV. Due to its height, it completely crushed the car's engine and crushed the passenger side. the chinese guy, severely injured, managed to get out of the car, yet his wife in the passenger seat was pinned by her legs. he tried pulling her out to no avail, since the space had become so crammed. 'Ah Hah!', he thought, he had an idea. since they were moving, they had a lot of items in the back. and so, he starts to empty out the back, thinking he would be able to scoot the seat back, and free his wife. of course, just as he begins to do so, paramedics begin to arrive, and what do they see? they think he is trying to salvage his belongings in the back seat from the wreckage, all the while leaving his wife pinned down.

"yeah..."

weed. seed. tweed. need. fleed. greed. breed. deed. keyed. lied......you lied.

ooh, my little prion...sweet caresses...

Sometimes

Yeah. I found it alright. Do you know what was inside? Ha, you will never
guess. NO, not in a million tries, a million years, or a million lives.
What was it? Ha. Do you really want to know? If you cut it down, then
you'll never know. Cut wha...ok. I see where this is headed. Trying to
find what is inside. Psychology will not get you inside, my friend. I know
all about your Freudian logic, and I certainly know all the tricks of your
subtle dissemination. So, move bus, get out the way, get out the way, get
out the way. You're not moving. You still what to know what is inside?
Well, I won't tell you. I mean, you could learn of glittering landscapes,
pine-fresh forests, blue-green oceans with millions of tiny fish eating lots
and lots of sea plankton that resembles small buckets of cream cheese that I
consume on a regular basis, and, first and foremost, the King of the
Wrinkles, in all his folding glory. So buckle up, sit back, and feel the
need for speed. What? That motif again. No, this is different. Ok. Hold
on tight, cause here we go - Where are we going? - Shut up you. You never
let me handle the tram - You are bad, worse than him, and certainly stuffier
than Pechorin - Alright, shut your mouth, and get out the way, bus, get out
the way - Hey, what is inside that frickin' box?. - Well, to tell you the
truth, it is full of leprechaun gold, methinks. Follow the rainbow, grasp
the railing with your left hand, and with your right plough through the
misty realm of Tome (#32) of the Frankish region. You don't get it either?
Well, just go. Go and be free, and don't let Mr. Kenney see. What, is that
you my father? Papa, please, I need more of your rupies. Ok, head down to
the Five and Dime and ask Mr. Schwartz if he would be so kind as to repay
the secret debt he owes me, accumulated during the Dark Ages when Jakob the
first was lord of this land. He will give it to you, but then you must
reply "Too Menne", and he will take back half of it and stuff it into his
shirt pocket. Thank him, and then you may do as you please. Thanks,
father. You're welcome son. I ran to the store and did what I was told,
but I was unexpectedly Pierced by Son Ba, Uer of all Europia. I thanked
him, and continued on my long journey.

Dreaming of Szabo

Dreaming of Hsieh.

Hsieh Link finally connected.

Watch out Hsieh. SHE is coming for you.

I've decided that when I meet someone new, I'm going to start saying, "You seem nice. Are you?"

- Sarah B. from Que Sera Sera

When I was in the second grade, I got chicken pox. I was down and out for two weeks, but actually sick for only one. I was no longer contagious, but I was terrified to go back to school with any pox remnants on my face, because there was an especially nasty little boy in my class named Scott who was mean to me on a regular basis, and I sure as hell didn't want to give him any easy ammo.

My mother, however, being a shrewd and astute woman, quickly saw through my "I'm still sick" ruse, probably because I spent most of the second week running around the backyard. She sat me down on the couch and gently asked me why I didn't want to go back to school. After my teary explanation, her loving expression hardened into her fierce mother hen face and she lowered her voice and looked me in the eye and said, "If that kid gives you any trouble, you just say, I had chicken pox, what's your excuse?"


The sheer brilliance of this retort made my mouth fall open and dried my tears immediately, and so I put on my shoes and asked her to take me back to school. I arrived at lunch time, and armed with my mother's brilliant comeback, tried my damnedest to get close to Scott in line. I wasn't really sure how it would go down; I didn't really say anything, attempting merely to taunt him with my spots, but for some reason, he didn't pay any attention to me. When we got back into the classroom after recess, Scott asked to go to the nurse, and was out for the next week and a half with (wait for it...) chicken pox.

- Sarah B. from Que Sera Sera