rude awakenings

mmkay, so theres this whole new fuel revolution going on right? electricity powered, biofuel, natural gas.it sounds like a good idea at first, but do we really have our priorities straight? lets think... electricity . thats good, just plug your car in, no waste! wrong. where does electricity come from? coal. coal is one of the dirtiest emissions around. so nix on that idea. biofuel - thats good! a renuable resource! yes, but why would we use things we could be feeding to the starving nations to power our cars? plus there would be more money in selling your food to the car industry than to the supermarkets. so...either a shortage of food or higher prices to match the fuel prices. nix. so now natural gas . sure its cheaper and cleaner than normal gas, but before natural gas can be used as a fuel, it must undergo extensive processing to remove almost all materials other than methane. this includes ethanol, elemental sulfur, hydrocarbons and nitrogen. and nitrogen is quite bad for the...

dont label me. i dont subscribe to your stereotyping. not even the positives; pacifist, vegetarian, animal rights activist. sometimes i even have troubles with hippy. call me unique and i will be happy. i think thats why i disapprove of drugs. they place an inevitable stereotype over everyone who do them. people dont realise that we're not all the same. we do them for different reasons, to acheive certain results, ect. to be honest i disagree with all drugs, even marijuana sometimes. people who do them to erase their pain, to run and hide because they either can't or dont want to face it, annoy me.drugs, i think, are for the strong minded. for those who wont be drawn in by their tempting release. but here is where i contradict myself. i find using drugs to escape or change the way of seeing things is dumb, yet that is the whole point of drugs, and here i am. i also think they sould be done only when the time is right, yet i am indulgent

I've had a rough week. My problem is that I care too much. I'm so sensitive that even problems that arent mine bother me. I should have never let it get this far, that's for sure. But I am an indulgent fool. Every new unfourtunate event unfolding and leaving me pained even more. It has made me question even the most foundational feelings, the basis of human kind. In what parallel universe am I living in that a son's parents turn their back on him, void of compassion or understanding? "Tough Love, a kick to get him on track" is what my councellor said. I find it to be only slightly extreme, taking your son to court, but that may just be me.

beauty is looking and feeling irresistable. Things like these really piss me off. who's to say what beauty is? beauty is as versatile and different as people themselves. multinational corporations seem to believe they can put a price tag on beauty. bbut only the superficial skin deep variety. they have no idea how to commercialize the deeper meaning of the word. I mean how can you make money by telling people they're beautiful the way they are? you cant.

i look at recently posted albums on facebook and i see all the aquaintances i've seen in the halls, in my classes. the ones i hear talking all the time, the loud ones who always have friends no matter where they are but nowhere in their constant gossiping do i hear word about where or when these pictures were taken. a curious feeling when i see them all together, a network of "cool?" kids. and they think they're so cool. underaged drinking in your basement while your parents are out of town , taking pictues of your wasted faces, posting them on facebook because apparently being illegal means being popular. yes i know i shouldn't be talking about illegal, but i dont post pictures of me and my friends where everyone can see them. i at least have a little shred of dignity left.

have walked through many lives,some of them my own,and I am not who I was,though some principle of beingabides, from which I strugglenot to stray.When I look behind,as I am compelled to lookbefore I can gather strengthto proceed on my journey,I see the milestones dwindlingtoward the horizonand the slow fires trailingfrom the abandoned camp-sites,over which scavenger angelswheel on heavy wings.Oh, I have made myself a tribeout of my true affections,and my tribe is scattered!How shall the heart be reconciledto its feast of losses?In a rising windthe manic dust of my friends,those who fell along the way,bitterly stings my face.Yet I turn, I turn,exulting somewhat,with my will intact to gowherever I need to go,and every stone on the roadprecious to me.In my darkest night,when the moon was coveredand I roamed through wreckage,a nimbus-clouded voicedirected me:"Live in the layers,not on the litter."Though I lack the artto decipher it,no doubt the next chapterin my book of transform...

Do you remember it was earth hour and we were supposed to turn out our lights for an hour? I turned out all lights from 8-9 and i dont believe calgary tried that hard. I walked down my street and maybe one other house wasn't lit up-every one else's houses were blazing with light. I find it so sad that we're so attached to the comforts of electricity that we cant even turn out the lights for an hour. It would have been so great if more people had taken the effort, but we're an indulgent ignorant race, and that's whats gotten us into this mess and thats what's made it hard to fix. I was talking to Brent (my bf) and he wasn't even aware it was earth day and that he was supposed to turn out the lights. I hope that this was an issue of not enough publicity for the event and not an issue of not enough effort by the citizens of Calgary. I know its hard to change our consuming habbits, but its only for an hour and I'm disapointed because this could have had an ...