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Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;

By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

And what should we do with him?
Burn him!

The Angaza Project

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Baby Boomer Generation texting


Thank goodness for modern technology. On second thought, scratch that. Replace with the thought " Thank goodness older people are learning how to use modern technology to keep their children in the loop about their health".

If you aren't a person who has an aging baby boomer parent, consider yourself lucky. but if you are ( like I am), I am glad that I get picture text messages from my Mum letting me know that all went went at the Doctor's, with a little note updating me on the procedure and her current condition.

It might sound lame, but knowing they can do this gives me comfort that they can still communicate quickly with us. ( emergency or non-emergency, like bring a salad for Sunday dinner...)

Which is a big relief and one less worry to have.

Thanks for the picture text Mum.


Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Black Swan

Do you know what a ballerina puts their body through to perform at a high level?

Can you imagine the pain, the focus, the pressure?

Are you comfortable with your own sexuality? One wonders what that even means.....identity, exploration, love....orgasms.....

A life pursuit of perfection can lead to a split in consciousness. If you don't know what that means, look in the mirror to see the dichotomy of your own self. Accept what you see, don't be afraid. Embrace what you are, or at least what your mind hopes for your body to be.

You reach your climax, your goal you set for yourself in life, only to find that upon reaching your expectation your soul dies, is the pursuit worth the effort?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Winter sunsets

A friend reaches out to me today
just to see how I am.
The thoughtfulness warms me
and I realize, again, the power of kindness.

At the market, I smile at the Salvation Army volunteer
as my coins drop in the familiar red bucket.
We exchange pleasantries.

An old man drops some items outside,
and a women stops to help him gather what was lost.
He is so grateful.

The winter sunsets here are magical,
as is the wonder of this time of year.