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Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Linkee-poo wastes its Sunday

"(The old feminists) would tell me that while things were better, they weren’t perfect. And they would remind me that any freedoms gained could be snatched away at any point… I suppose I knew this was a possibility, but it seemed so unlikely that I never gave it more than a cursory thought. Of course women would continue to enjoy the freedoms that they had. Of course men would listen to women about issues that affected women. Of course dignity and civility would be the primary mode of conversations." So, how did that work out? (Grokked from the Slactivist)

The water wars are here. At least in West Texas. Note they're discussing the Ogallala Aquifer and just how much damage we've done to that very slow filling subterranean water source. Also note that the original Keystone Oil Pipeline proposed route would have put part of the pipeline running through that same aquifer (only much farther north). (Grokked from Paolo Bacigalupi)

Right to work laws explained. (Grokked from the Slactivist)

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