Recycle This Blog

And so I find myself posting another one of those posts that found itself posted on this blog some time a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible.

Another Ode To Blogging

Hey Bloggers, and I have actually posted these following passages on this blog before some time in time a while ago. And every so often I think of of these passages in my blogaholicness. And as I read them again these days, months and seemingly years later, they still seem all the more clear:

50 Signs You're A Blogaholic

Are you addicted to blogging? You know you blog too much if:

1. You have to turn back on your way to the airport because you forgot to “tell” your blog that you’re going away.
2. You sneak off during a date to check your hit stats.
3. You update Twitter about your life more than you actually live it.
4.You think LSD is something to do with RSS or XML.
5. Your family don’t call anymore, they just check your blog.
6. You have daydreams about links from Boing Boing.
7. You pray to Steve Pavlina.
8. You eat blogging. You sleep blogging. You drink coffee.
9. You think Nike should make a shirt that says “just blog it”.
10. You would buy it if they did.
11.You’re considering naming your first-born child Scoble.
12.You start conversations with the phrase “top 10 ways to…” because you think it will get you on the front page of Digg.
13.You’re listening to the travel news and get excited by the phrase “heavy traffic”.
14.You moblog your own wedding.
15.You keep a blog ideas notepad by your bed. And you go to bed early just so you can write in it.
16.You check your Adsense revenue more than your bank account.
17.You’ve got more “blog friends” than “real life” friends.
18.You turn down invitations to go out because you haven’t yet written your post for the day.
19.You introduce yourself at parties as a “new media journalist”.
20.Your breakfast of choice is toast, cornflakes and Google reader.
21.You care more about what Technorati says about your authority than what your children do.
22.You’ve got “Custom CSS for Dummies” on your Christmas list.
23.You think the 3 Rs are Reading, Writing and RSS.
24.You can’t remember what you did last week without consulting your blog.
25.Your blogroll is longer that your cell’s phonebook.
26.You think “I wonder how this’ll look on Flickr?” when posing for photos.
27.When asked to feed the dog, you think “RSS or Atom?”
28.The only time your friends hear your voice is on your podcast.
29.You include ownership of your blog in your will.
30.You know what a blog carnival is.
31.You’ve participated in one.
32.You wonder if they do vacations at the Googleplex.
33.Under the hobbies section of an online dating profile you just put “Googling myself”.
34.Your licence plate matches your domain name.
35.Your lifetime goal is achieving a Page Rank of 10.
36.People in the street recognise you from your MyBlogLog photo.
37.You have a scorn for Xanga users normal people reserve for rapists and serial killers.
38.You refuse to wear black hats because you think it will affect your SEO.
39.You got that last one.
40.You have more than three friends with numbers in their names.
41.You’ve ever used the term “blawg” in conversation.
42.Blogger.com is banned on your office network.
43.You try to offer links as a form of payment in restaurants.
44.You start getting withdrawal symptoms when you go a day without posting.
45.You met your girlfriend/boyfriend through a blog.
46.You get more “approve this comment” e-mail messages than spam.
47.People worry about you when you do not post for a day.
48.The name Kubrick means more to you than the director of A Clockwork Orange.
49.You make the wrong post to the wrong blog on the wrong day.
50.You finish reading this and go to make a post with your own additions
 

Stop Stop And Frisk

And on this day in North America finds itslef as Occupy Wall Street Day 550. And Occupy Wall Street and those global revolutions of a movement Occupy Together are still moving fast, well, sort of. And that google page rank update is still sending me in search of a fifth full time job when that get rich internet quick thing does not get rich internet quick. And so I find myself blaghing about a Stop Stop and Frisk event that finds itself in that city of New York on this day. And it is an event that has something to do with a We Want Justice For Kimani Gray Facebook event invite that also has something to do with an article titled Nine terrifying facts about America's biggest police force, that says something about that the NYPD has expanded into a massive global anti - terror operation with military capabilities. And it is also an article that has something to do with an Occupy the NRA Google+ page that also has something to do with guns, gun violence and a police state that could also have something to do with an Occupy Racism Facebook Page. And the text of that facebook event invite reads something like "Rally outside 1 police plaza with elected officials from Brooklyn to support police reform and stop the policy of Stop and Frisk." And what, if anything, does this have to do with a No Police State.

Holy Dayze Again

 

And so the next holiday coming up here in North America must be Easter again. And I know that that holiday of Easter is coming up again soon without even looking at that Gregorian calendar on the wall because all of those store displays of aisles of Easter candy, colors and decoration says so. And there seems to be candy, decorations and colors associated with each holiday on the calendar according to those store end of the aisle displays. And so I find myself posting another one of those blog posts that found itself posted on this blog some time a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible. And though this post doesn't really have anything to do with Easter, it does have something to do with the church, sort of. Happy Holy Days.

This Holy Week thing is making me wonder, are churches the most segregated places on planet earth? I just realized that every time I want to go to church I have to find a church mass, communion and religious worship service for my "Demonination" my nationality. For what reason can't all churches welcome everyone regardless of your race, color or creed. The one place where one goes to find God and be free is not free, it's segregated by nationality and denominations. It's either all Christian, all Protestant, all Jewish, all Episcopalian, all Catholic, all Muslim, all Buddhist or all something else.
This Tower of Babel confusion of the languages, cultures and nations thing has got me confused.
And what if I want to go to church with someone who is not my nationality? We'd have to look around really hard to find a church that would accept both of our nationalities. I do believe there are some free, liberal, multicultural and diverse churches who welcome everyone such as Interfaith, Unitarian and Universalist churches who approach faith, religion and spirituality in a non traditional, creedless and non dogmatic way and have no creedal requirements imposed on their members. Times Square Church in Manhattan is an example of this. But for the most part, churches have always remained segregated.
I am losing faith in the churches for this reason, they seem Saint Hypocritical and Saint Elitist in their God loves you for who you are speeches. Where can I go to find God and not be judged by the color of my skin? Should I just become an Atheist? Happy Easter.
 

Life And Death Yet Again

 

The only thing constant is change. Some stories do not end as you expect and everything happens for a reason.  And it is the grim reaper that people seem to be born to die and some are cursed at birth and one can only play with the cards they are dealt with. You take a deep breath and you jump and you hope that there is water at the bottom of the pool when you land.  And there is someone who will not always be there. And the memory of you is forgotten. It is the saddest story ever told.  And a bunch of other sayings and philosophies on this blogging day. And so this day seems as if it wants to post that poem below that has found itself on this blog sometime a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible.

I am no Queen
I sit a widow and shall see sorrow
I kannot walk any further
my journey may end here
there are no words to take away the pain
to replace a person who is gone
my eyes are dim and heavy with grief
I kannot close them
I do not wish to see the darkness they hold
this thing which I have greatly feared
has come upon me with trembling
kausing all my bones to shake
I am scared with dreams and terrified
with visions of what will my funeral be like
when I die today at this very moment
will there be a funeral
who will come and who will pay
will they eulogize me and what will they say
leave me to sit and decay
make me your centerpiece in a chair dressed up dead
preserve me with spices, mummify me
let the birds of the air pluck me
the beast of the field tear me
till I be consumed by maggots and
dust and fly away when I die
there hath been no greater love than
that which hath been
it is the sound of Rachael mourning for
the children that never were
no one to comfort her
no where to wail lament save the ocean
why died they not from the womb
why died they not the breast prevent them from suck
why died they not the knees prevent them
why died they not give up the ghost that
no light shine upon this day
cursed be the man that saith the child is born this day
it is the wake of a funeral procession about to begin
it was a sunny day that day across the street from the graveyard
and we all laid down in our coffins to die

Have a great life, death and poetry day.