Saturday, December 15, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Progress - Definition of:
prog·ress (pr
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grs)n.
4. A ceremonial journey made by a sovereign through his or her realm.
grs, -rs, prgrs)n.
1. Movement, as toward a goal; advance.
2. Development or growth: students who show progress.
3. Steady improvement. as of a society or civilization: a believer in human progress. 4. A ceremonial journey made by a sovereign through his or her realm.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
The Krampus Song - Saturday Happy Song
Cause it's the season and cause I love Mr. Krampus, here's The Krampus Song! Happy Saturday everyone!
(I have to credit Ezra Pound Cake for turning me on to this one)
(I have to credit Ezra Pound Cake for turning me on to this one)
Friday, December 7, 2012
Out on the street, they call it murder...
Facebook. The amazing frustrations of Facebook. I only keep the stupid thing to keep in touch with certain people that I otherwise wouldn't and too see all the family photos others post. My family is really, REALLY bad at staying in touch, and while this has left me hurt many times over, it's nothing I can control and so I just stalk their facebook pages to see what they are up to. It's sad, I know, but this is what has happened to humanity.
The latest upset facebook has brought me is the blunt realization that not only is it the only way I communicate with a whole section of people in my life, but, what sort of content that section (well, all of my facebook friends in this case) approve of and pay attention to. Case in point: today is my mother's birthday, she would have been 65, she is dead and has been dead for 8 years. Lots of likes on my happy birthday message to my mama, lots of likes and comments on the photos. Yesterday however, I begged my facebook community to watch and share the below video, of 2 men that are suspected of stabbing to death my friend and fellow artist/photographer Ila Packman.Not one like, share, comment, nada. Nothing.
Fascinating. People and the things they pay attention to are fascinating.
Anyhow, this isn't facebook rant post, although it kinda turned out to be and that was very, liberating since I don't actually speak this freely on facebook cause people get all butt hurt...Please watch and share the below video. Please say something if you know anything. Please? There's a reward....
The latest upset facebook has brought me is the blunt realization that not only is it the only way I communicate with a whole section of people in my life, but, what sort of content that section (well, all of my facebook friends in this case) approve of and pay attention to. Case in point: today is my mother's birthday, she would have been 65, she is dead and has been dead for 8 years. Lots of likes on my happy birthday message to my mama, lots of likes and comments on the photos. Yesterday however, I begged my facebook community to watch and share the below video, of 2 men that are suspected of stabbing to death my friend and fellow artist/photographer Ila Packman.Not one like, share, comment, nada. Nothing.
Fascinating. People and the things they pay attention to are fascinating.
Anyhow, this isn't facebook rant post, although it kinda turned out to be and that was very, liberating since I don't actually speak this freely on facebook cause people get all butt hurt...Please watch and share the below video. Please say something if you know anything. Please? There's a reward....
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