Main Entry: 2meander
Function: intransitive verb
Inflected Form(s): -dered; me·an·der·ing /-d(&-)ri[ng]/
1 : to follow a winding or intricate course
2 : to wander aimlessly or casually without urgent destination : RAMBLE
synonym see WANDER
I filed a complaint online with the Better Business Bureau against East Side Enterprises, LLC for the damages done to my vehicle in their carwash on 1075 North Main Street in Providence.
Let me tell you, it feels good to stand up for yourself.
LEONARD COHEN LYRICS
Waiting For The Miracle
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
My car was seriously damaged in the car wash. I am driving a rental car and hoping that the gas station will be held liable for the damage.
wtf?!!!
I think Hey You by Madonna sounds a little like the John Lennon song, Woman.
But that's just me.
Woman
John Lennon
(For the other half of the sky)
Woman I can hardly express
My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness
After all I'm forever in your debt
And woman I will try to express
My inner feelings and thankfulness
For showing me the meaning of success
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Woman I know you understand
The little child inside of the man
Please remember my life is in your hands
And woman hold me close to your heart
However distant don't keep us apart
After all it is written in the stars
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Well
Woman please let me explain
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain
So let me tell you again and again and again
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Watching Lost you get the feeling that all people, events and objects are interconnected in a finite universe.
There is no such thing as infinity. And everything has meaning. Every little thing that you overlook the first time will come back until it's significance is realized.
Meaning. There is meaning in what is seemingly random. Or the random can sometimes appear to have meaning. And perhaps this goes on forever, which is infinity.
I think infinity exists in time, but not space. As in, this could go on forever, but the physical objects are persistant. Somehow.
So when the man with the patch was found with his friend, apparently she asked him to kill her. And when the man with the patch was pushed into the pylon fence, he mysteriously said, "thank you," before he presumably died. Then he somehow returned from the dead claiming the fence was not set to 'deadly.' Two people were buried alive. Locke recovered from a broken spine. And now Locke is dead. And who the hell is Jacob?
What do you think?
Jesse (Apropos of Something) prefers Heroes to 24. Find out why.
Anger and feelings of disapproval build up and then are released through different methods. We can exemplify this situation by using the image of an "anger" balloon. Each time something happens that we do not like, air is forced into the balloon and it starts to expand. Eventually, air has to be let out of the balloon. How anger is expressed is different for different people. Some people let anger build up until their balloon pops, and when this happens there may be an explosive outburst of anger over a minor annoyance. After this display of anger, there is usually a period of control until the balloon blows up again. Other people release air from the balloon every time it starts to fill. These are the individuals who appropriately express their feelings at the time they occur. Some other individuals release air through passive-aggressive maneuvers, displacement, or physical complaints.
Techniques to Avoid the Buildup
I realize my blog is mostly fluff. Mostly just a waste of time. These words are not my actual thoughts or feelings, but some pasted lyrics or a news article that I snatched off of some other site. Here I go again.
Why???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
I forgot myself and lost my cool. You know I never expected much. But I've come to expect too much. And I lost it. All. Crap. Fuck. Shit. Those are my words. Don't quote me on that.
Release. Relax. Let go. You are a raving lunatic. Let go. Let go. Whatever it is let go.
Tanita Tikaram lyrics » I Don't Wanna Lose At Love
You don't want to do too much staring at the evening sun
Maybe you cannot stand up but you have become one
I just want to see her smile maybe she will never hurt
And all that I have yearned to touch, well, I have made worse
Is she all you need? ah, you fools first agreed
I don't want to spoil your game every day is bound to change
Making every move seem wise in her dark eyes
No, I don't want to be the clown making like I've seen too much
When everything from here is down I am the head-rush
Is she all you need? would you steal from me?
Is she all you see?
And the sky, the sky, the sky is shining the sky, the sky is mine
Now I don't want to lose at love maybe you would take the chance
Struggling in anothers world I'm just losing at once
Is she all you need? (she all you need?)
She's been too far, too far from me
And she's all, all, all, that you see
Yea, the sky, the sky is mine
Yea, the sky, the sky is mine
I don't want to lose at love I don't want to lose at love
Now, the sky, the sky was mine yeah the sky was mine the sky, the sky was mine the sky was mine
I don't want to lose at love I don't want to lose at love
I don't want to lose at love I don't want to lose at love
SUZANNE VEGA LYRICS
"Honeymoon Suite"
The ceiling had a painting on it
In our room in France
So we were living underneath
Some angels in a dance
My husband was not feeling well
And so we went to bed
He woke up complaining
Of an aching in his head
He said a hundred people
Had come through our room that night
That one by one the old and young
Asked if he was all right
One by one the old and young
Lined up to touch his hand
He spent the night explaining
They had come to the wrong man
The concierge was less than helpful
When we asked her the next day
With coffee and a magazine
We went to the desk to pay
"What happened in that room?" he asked
"A death or something strange?"
She smiled at him politely
And returned to him his change
Well, what I'd like to know
And this will be a mystery,
Is with all the people in that room
Why none appeared to me?
When we sleep so close together that
Our hair becomes entwined
I must have missed that moment
In the gateway to his mind
So what happens now?
(Another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now?
(Take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to?
(You'll get by, you always have before)
Where am I going to?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me, and they do
Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation here and now.
Some things never change.
I just have to tell myself, so what who cares it doesn't matter. Because eventually I'll believe it. And then I can stop feeling bad. Who cares? ha
:(
Time's Person of the Year: You
Wednesday, Dec. 13, 2006 By LEV GROSSMAN
The "Great Man" theory of history is usually attributed to the Scottish philosopher Thomas Carlyle, who wrote that "the history of the world is but the biography of great men." He believed that it is the few, the powerful and the famous who shape our collective destiny as a species. That theory took a serious beating this year.
To be sure, there are individuals we could blame for the many painful and disturbing things that happened in 2006. The conflict in Iraq only got bloodier and more entrenched. A vicious skirmish erupted between Israel and Lebanon. A war dragged on in Sudan. A tin-pot dictator in North Korea got the Bomb, and the President of Iran wants to go nuclear too. Meanwhile nobody fixed global warming, and Sony didn't make enough PlayStation3s.
But look at 2006 through a different lens and you'll see another story, one that isn't about conflict or great men. It's a story about community and collaboration on a scale never seen before. It's about the cosmic compendium of knowledge Wikipedia and the million-channel people's network YouTube and the online metropolis MySpace. It's about the many wresting power from the few and helping one another for nothing and how that will not only change the world, but also change the way the world changes.
The tool that makes this possible is the World Wide Web. Not the Web that Tim Berners-Lee hacked together (15 years ago, according to Wikipedia) as a way for scientists to share research. It's not even the overhyped dotcom Web of the late 1990s. The new Web is a very different thing. It's a tool for bringing together the small contributions of millions of people and making them matter. Silicon Valley consultants call it Web 2.0, as if it were a new version of some old software. But it's really a revolution.
And we are so ready for it. We're ready to balance our diet of predigested news with raw feeds from Baghdad and Boston and Beijing. You can learn more about how Americans live just by looking at the backgrounds of YouTube videos—those rumpled bedrooms and toy-strewn basement rec rooms—than you could from 1,000 hours of network television.
And we didn't just watch, we also worked. Like crazy. We made Facebook profiles and Second Life avatars and reviewed books at Amazon and recorded podcasts. We blogged about our candidates losing and wrote songs about getting dumped. We camcordered bombing runs and built open-source software.
America loves its solitary geniuses—its Einsteins, its Edisons, its Jobses—but those lonely dreamers may have to learn to play with others. Car companies are running open design contests. Reuters is carrying blog postings alongside its regular news feed. Microsoft is working overtime to fend off user-created Linux. We're looking at an explosion of productivity and innovation, and it's just getting started, as millions of minds that would otherwise have drowned in obscurity get backhauled into the global intellectual economy.
Who are these people? Seriously, who actually sits down after a long day at work and says, I'm not going to watch Lost tonight. I'm going to turn on my computer and make a movie starring my pet iguana? I'm going to mash up 50 Cent's vocals with Queen's instrumentals? I'm going to blog about my state of mind or the state of the nation or the steak-frites at the new bistro down the street? Who has that time and that energy and that passion?
The answer is, you do. And for seizing the reins of the global media, for founding and framing the new digital democracy, for working for nothing and beating the pros at their own game, TIME's Person of the Year for 2006 is you.
Sure, it's a mistake to romanticize all this any more than is strictly necessary. Web 2.0 harnesses the stupidity of crowds as well as its wisdom. Some of the comments on YouTube make you weep for the future of humanity just for the spelling alone, never mind the obscenity and the naked hatred.
But that's what makes all this interesting. Web 2.0 is a massive social experiment, and like any experiment worth trying, it could fail. There's no road map for how an organism that's not a bacterium lives and works together on this planet in numbers in excess of 6 billion. But 2006 gave us some ideas. This is an opportunity to build a new kind of international understanding, not politician to politician, great man to great man, but citizen to citizen, person to person. It's a chance for people to look at a computer screen and really, genuinely wonder who's out there looking back at them. Go on. Tell us you're not just a little bit curious.
I'm a little embarrassed but I also found it laugh out loud funny that I sent an informal email this morning that said my colander was "wide open" for today. haha! I meant to say calendar!