I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, September 3, 2012

Linkee-poo is sticking with the union

Random Michelle K reminds us a little of what today is all about.

Here's a little more about the day from Print.

The Hugo Award winners and the Campbell Award winner. (You rock, Jim)

"One of the surprising revelations is that our sense of what looks real is greatly influenced by the emotional processes of our memories, which reorder reality into a composite fiction." Or, as I've often said, reality is perception. I remember the nephews talking about a war movie showing combat and they were talking about how "real" it was. My reply was, "how would you know?" (Grokked from Jay Lake)

Make the call. Sigh. Didn't we laugh these initiatives out of existence? Apparently not. While in theory I appreciate this PSA, and if you see something out of the ordinary, yeah a call to the police isn't a bad idea. If people had called to report some underaged drinking, we could have saved everybody about $2000 worth of vandalism one weekend. And people did notice the kids drinking. The problem is, what/who is suspicious and what/who isn't, and this video doesn't help a whole lot. (Grokked from Matt Staggs)

"What is striking, in watching Walker work, is how heartbreakingly little money can represent the difference between someone making it and not, between staying on the tightrope or falling down and through what’s left of the safety net. We are talking the kind of money more fortunate people might spend on a cable bill or a restaurant meal." An article on what you won't see this week in Charlotte, the poor. With many stories that show the lie of people just wanting a hand out. Nobody does that. This is outside the scope of the article but you want to know why many poor people sell drugs? Because it's a job, and one that pays them much better than the few legitimate jobs that may be out there. "(I)t is comforting to believe… the line separating (the poor) from you is Hulk-strong and neon bright, that their situation reflects some failing… that you, righteous soul, do not suffer. Comforting. But then, self-delusion often is." (Grokked from Morgan J Locke)

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