Amnesty time again, yay. ^__^
Please, guys, again.. you don't even *have* to edit these things, just punch in your name and click and send..please. It *does* make a difference.

Democratic Republic of the Congo...which is where Samweli, the kid Daf and Laur and I have sponsered for, what, a couple of years now?, lives...
At least 3.5 million people have died over the last four and a half years as a result of the war in the DRC and there are recent reports of large scale massacres in the province of Ituri ... another 500,000 [people..inc. Samweli, we know] have been displaced as a result of the war in the Democratic Republic of the Congo during the last four and one half years ... At the risk of sounding like a cliched..I dunno, something.... Please, help Samweli be given a chance to live his life in peace...

China has ridiculous restrictions on internet usage... 33 people have been imprisoned - and two of them have died as a result of police torture.

Also 'net-related, is a man in Tunisia imprisoned for comments on a website... Amnesty's calling for his immediate release cos he's hunger-striking cos of his unreasonable imprisonment and the terrible conditions therein.

Children seeking asylum in the US that arrive without parents are put into detention, tho they've commited no crime...

Eep! and another Congo issue.....

Many, many more actions here on Amnesty's website...

 
Cemetary Gates
The Smiths

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetary gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetary gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
with loves, and hates
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they lived
and then they died
which seems so unfair
and I want to cry
You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done
salutation to the dawn"
and you claim these words as your own
but I'm well-read, have heard them said
a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
if you must write prose/poems
the words you use should be your own
don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
there's always someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs
when you fall
who'll trip you up and laugh
when you fall
You say: "ere long done do does did"
words which could only be your own
you then produce the text
from whence was ripped
(some dizzy whore, 1804)
A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're happy
and I meet you at the cemetary gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're wanted
and I meet you at the cemetary gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
but you lose
because Wilde is on mine.


It's a nice energetic upbeat-sounding little song in itself, and I just *like* it. I dunno, the lyrics seem rather me and I'm not sure why. Cemetaries are mad fun to hang around and walk through...and those are def. the sort of thoughts that tend to run thru my head while there... I don't always like sunny days. And Megs is all Yeats! <3! and I've definitely read more Wilde than Yeats. *g* (not that I have anything against him, megs-dear.. what I've read I like, but I've read more Wilde overall, offhand. *g*) Ok so that all sounds lame, just, the song strikes a nice chord and it's fun to mow lawns to. Yay for The Smiths. ^_^

 
Sorry for the lack of updates.. being sick 5ux0rz. a lot. bleh.

Night-before-last, I was being all randomly angsty about nothing, really, but I talked it through with Megs and Laur and then with Himeros, and he and I went out ot the field again and all was well. (*gheee* ok way *MORE* than well.....but yeah. ^____^)

Real-life angst sucks.

FFR is MAD addicting.

And I watched the first part of a Harry Potter movie tonight without much protest. I *must* be ill...... >_<;;