an isosceles love triangleIf two angles of one triangle are similar to two angles of another triangle, then the triangles are similar.an isosceles love triangle11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Recalling the memory of His geometry makes me sick with longing. That's the real reason I don't call Him every night, don't spend hours stuttering out words onto paper in some tremulous imitation of a love letter. The space I have behind conversation and human interaction is where He really lives, ready for me any time I need to remember. I don't even have to close my eyes before His own stare back at mine, revealing the storm clouds and stars that hover around His midnight-black pupils. The angles of His eyebrows, the slope of His nose, the arches of His eyelashes, the degrees of His gait, the radius of His smile when He sees me, the surface area of His strong embrace; sometimes the formulas back me into a corner where I try to understand, try to meticulously calculate every possible equation. I never solve for the answer before I snap out of my stupor, realizing His abs
~Artpolitics handbooks~Artpolitics handbooks12 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Interesting links :
- http://www.petersingerlinks.com/ : info about Peter Singer, animal rights activist and Professor of Bioethics at the University Center for Human Values, Princeton University
- http://www.churchofeuthanasia.org : Church of Euthanasia, a group of people against human supremacy
- http://www.calvin.edu/academic/cas/gpa/ww2era.htm#Posters : Nazi propaganda archive : all about National Socialism from orriginal German sources, translated in English
- http://www.propagandacritic.com/ : Basic info on propaganda. Noone is imune to all propaganda.
- http://www.lp.org/ : American Libertarian Party
- http://www.nazi.org/party/theory/ : Libertarian National Socialist Green Party
- http://www.nsm88.com/index2.html : American Nazi Party
- http://www.nsec-88.org/: National Socialist Education Center
- http://www.parecon.org/ : The Participatory Economics Project
- http://www.marxists.org/ : All about Marxism
- http://www.infoshop.org/ : All about Anarchism
BerlinBerlin10 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Both of the men in the silver-colored Passat are of German heritage, though the passenger's family left for America centuries ago on an endless search for work. The driver's family has lived in Germany, if not in Berlin itself, for eight generations—his parents had to trace their lineage that far back when swastikas crawled like spiders up the walls of the Reichstag. But that was a long time ago. It is history now, history that interests both men and can be discussed without any of the enmity that once existed between their two nations of birth.
The car pulls out from its place on the cobblestone road that gives this East-Berlin suburb part of its endearing charm. Lovely two-story houses fly past, clinging to their bright summer gardens. Each house has its own history. The driver, Peter, would later tell many stories about his home, how the old Jewish couple fled from it to safety during Hitler's fortunately brief reign and how tapping wires can still be found inside, courtesy o
New JobFirst day on the jobNew Job10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"So," he said, leering at me over the table, messy sandwich in hand, "how long have you been eating yogurt?" My yogurt laden spoon paused in mid air, and in the moment it took me to think, (how long had I been eating yogurt? When was my first time?) I watched oily, shredded lettuce tumble from his sandwich onto the table. The question seemed loaded.
"Oh, probably only the last couple of years; you know, like, seriously." I said this airily, as his tone of voice had implied that this yogurt-eating habit of mine was a potential hot spot in our relationship. He said nothing, but continued to peer intensely across the table. His eyes might even have been narrowing. I felt, justly, exposed. I turned the yogurt cup nervously in my hands, and my averting eyes settled upon the nutrition facts. I suddenly began to read them off, and espouse the healthful qualities of yogurt, not for its defense, but for my own. He leaned back in his chair with revulsion as I finally dealt w
Murder By Silicon4th September 2042, 1:44 PMMurder By Silicon14 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The bar is small and rather empty, out of place amid the swirling holographs of the Green Line. I glance again at the entranceway, searching for whatever had caught my attention -- whatever had made me crane my neck outward instead of sitting as still as I have for the past couple of days -- but the unidentifiable something is gone.
The bench softens. I lean back and close my eyes and it molds itself against me, glows with synthetic warmth, massages until the tensions have worn themselves out of my neck and shoulders, and drains my credit account of $27.50; not that it matters. A few teenagers glance in my direction, eyes and minds half-focused on their VR sims; I ignore them and they fade into the crowd.
People trickle past.
The ceiling digiplane is moving: patterns play formlessly about the narrow enclosure, spinning in leisurely circles beneath the apex of the domed roof - and, I realize with a start, there is a dar
Working Without a NetWorking Without a Net13 years ago in Humor More Like This
I did what any of us would have done when learning that my Internet service had been shut down. I cried.
Actually, that's not completely true. The first thing I did was frantically dial up the campus tech people, who told me the problem would be resolved in an hour. Anyone who has ever dealt with Electronic Device Repairpersons should already know that "an hour" in their language translates into "sometime between an hour and the rapture."
So I waited an hour. Then I cried.
How could I possibly function without instant access to news, entertainment, and all that other stuff that's just sort of there? What could I do in place of checking my e-mail every 20 minutes and playing Slingo? This was a major problem.
But after a moment of despair, I dried my tears with the hanky of determination. I would not let this defeat me! I had lived happily before without the Internet and I could live the same way now! I only had to remember how.
I first tried reading an ancient text recording from when p
Religion Compared to ComputersChristianity is LinuxReligion Compared to Computers13 years ago in Humor More Like This
Many different variations. Some distros have little if nothing in common, and there are three main distros in circulation at the moment. Derived from Unix. A fast way of getting things done, but prone to rogue distros. Some take pain and effort to install via a text-based installation, others require no effort to get up and running.
Judaism is Unix
Often advocates of Unix can be seen with large beards. They can be hard to understand, and may sometimes appear eccentric, but they get the job done. Hard to master, which is why Unix gurus are few and far between in the modern world. Users of Unix have dwindled in number since Linux was introduced.
Islam is OSX
Seems fundamentally different from the other two but is quite similar. Shares some elements from Unix and Linux. Source code is strictly proprietary, i.e. it\'s not open source. Users of OSX argue you have to experience it for yourself
April FoolsApril Fools13 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I've been waiting all day.
All day, I've been sitting in front of my TV waiting for the constant war updates to switch to a special report. They will go live to the White House where the President will be sitting at his desk with the same concerned expression he always issues himself.
"My fellow Americans," he will begin, "As you well know, we are currently in the midst of great toil and hardship. It cannot be denied that there have been significant casualties and obstacles facing the course of Operation Iraqi Freedom. But as we forge on, I feel it is necessary to tell you, as well as the entire world…"
"APRIL FOOLS!" Saddam Hussein will scream, jumping in front of the camera. Bush, laughing uproariously, will stand and put his arm around the Iraqi leader.
"Man, we got 'em but good, didn't we!" Bush will say to Saddam between guffaws.
"We sure did, bro!" he will reply, nearly in tears. "At first I didn't think all these months were gonna be worth it, but every single person in the worl
Grim PenanceGrim Penance12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was raining, pouring like a Biblical event on the sinners. Rain hit my face, slid off the edges of my hat in waves. It felt Biblical, certainly. I wanted to turn my eyes upward and let the water beat twin holes into my brain. I imagined I'd feel it happen with a child's look of wonder pointed at the clouds. A stupid, silly grin too.
The day I met Jack Silver, and by association Conrad Reynolds, was memorable not for the God-wrath behind thunderclaps, but for the way it smelled. Old. Musty. Missing that rebirth in air composition I associated with storms. So I blame the smell for the geriatric way I crossed the street and approached the door of Jack Silver on a miserable Wednesday morning. Jack had the sort of ass backwards name that had inspired Chandler to invent noir. It deserved mocking and admiration in equal doses.
He also lived in a shit-hole of an apartment, but at least it was out of th
Understanding God IUnderstanding God I10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You're such a typical woman, Lily," I said. She blew some green menthol smoke at me. It curled into my nostrils lazily and I squinted a bit.
"And what do you think you are?" The smug tone. Pursed lips.
"I'm the creator of the goddamned universe," I replied. "I deserve a break now and then, don't I?"
She took the car keys from her pocket and sauntered over to the garage, flicking her cigarette away.
"Whatever. I have to pick up the kids." She opened the door and started up the car. I stood in the doorway and watched her get in.
"Bye," I mouthed to her. She looked at me for a moment, smiled her vicious little smile, her hands on the steering wheel. She backed the car out and drove away. Our arguments were always terse, but intense. Thankfully they always ended on good notes. Lilith. Our anniversary was in a few weeks.
It was one of those weekends that never seemed to end. Just long stretches of watching summer reruns on the television, then grilling various animals and eating them in th
Tips On Self-PublishingTips On Self-Publishing11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Tips On Self-Publishing
I recently decided to self-publish a compilation of my work. It is something that I've wanted to do for a long time, but have always put off for several reasons; the imagined cost, basic lethargy in editing the damn thing, and laziness when it came to mail-outs to publishers. If this sounds like you so far, you might be able to benefit from a few things I learned along the way. Below I will discuss almost everything you will need to know before jumping into a self-publishing project, some pitfalls to avoid, and approximately what to expect to come out of your pocket. (I'm talking about money, pervert.)
Once I decided I was definitely going forward with this project, my first step was to find publishing houses/printers that offered the services that I wanted. There are many resources for this, but I found the below link most helpful in finding presses that would actually not only turn around a quote quickly,
'dreamcake''dreamcake'12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's seated in the front row, passing a blue stress ball back and forth between his hands. It shrinks and expands, shrinks and expands. He didn't win anything, but I can assume he's intellectual. He has the hair for it, all in his eyes and choppy. He's concentrating on the ball's pattern, and I want to know what stresses him out. I think about stealing one of his hands. Leaving the ball on his chair and rushing him out of the building without speaking one word.
Before I realize it they plant me on stage, nudging me towards the microphone. The echo of my voice sounds painfully young. I feel completely isolated, with my toes lined up at the tape and my mouth reading separately from my brain. The words of my so-called "art" sail into the air and fall at all the parents' feet. Their hands are folded like Origami, and their ears are shut off except for when it is their own child's moment of glory.
No one in the room is hearing what I actually mean, even those that are listening. They
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?7 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
'ocean hunger''ocean hunger'12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The inky mass opened its many mouths; they gaped and retreated. The water always looked like a trained dolphin pulling itself through its daily routine, wanting only to be fed.
Camille wanted to sacrifice herself every day, that desire never left her. Beside that wide oceanic arm, she was less than a microbe, a speck. The water owned her. She was its possession. She owed it to the river, to feed it. And often the fall looked more inviting than a chocolate cake or a feather bed.
But she wouldn't jump, because then what would Harold do? He was not self-sufficient. His existence depended on her.
The river just kept shimmying along, through the track it had worn deep. No seagulls circled the water here. It was a no man's land of beaches that stunk like an collection of fish markets. Down below were stretches of salt and pepper sand with rubbish buried beneath like ostrich eggs. Some houses and buildings that replaced trees were fastened on the vast hills on either side of the river, attach
The Art of Motorcycle Analogy Some say that writing's like riding a bike. They say you can go years without doing it, but that it never really leaves you. You'll always remember how. To me, it's more like riding a motorcycle without a helmet. It takes balls to climb up on your muse like that. No protection. Nothing to keep you from becoming a smear on the asphalt except the handlebars in front of you and your own skill at driving. Still, those who do it insist that nothing beats the feel of the wind in your hair.The Art of Motorcycle Analogy9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I'm not so sure. Sometimes I question if I even have the stomach for it anymore. Sometimes you can't question it though. You can't wonder; you just have to know.
As I swing my leg over, I start to wonder in spite of myself. Is she even going to turn over for me? My fingers play over the i
The Eyes Of The Night Teaser 1I used to fear the night. The way all children do. You know the stories… monsters hiding under your bed, sandmen, wraiths, and all sorts of other evil things from hell whose only purpose was to stop a child's heart. For children are innocent and defenseless… .The Eyes Of The Night Teaser 111 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I used to draw the curtains closed. Not that it could stop monsters of course. But I thought if they could not see me they would forget me. But they never did… whenever I switched the light off, darkness embraced me; I heard those voices, whispers in the blackness. Everywhere… there were words in it, lots of words, but incomprehensible to me. Devilish. My eyes would open, but they continued to tease me. Always mocking me with laughter from spots I didn't look at. Finally I would turn on the lights and run to mama… crying…
My parents used to say there are no monsters. Mom said I should grow up and stop dreaming about nightmare creatures. Dad was a little more gentle. He said I was living in a dream world and that he understood. Bu
DICTIONARY: Community ProjectDICTIONARY: Community Project12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
DEVIANTART DICTIONARY '04
abandonedpyro ( a-ban-oned-py-ro) deviant. 1. A raft without a paddle. 2. A Pessimist at heart. 3. One that is too loud, over opinionated and emotional. 4. Warning Contents are highly flammable.
Agonhotep (ah-gun-hoe-tepp) idol 1. A deviant surfacing in the late 2003 best known for his witty poetry and emoticons. 2. Wielder of the Almighty Pink Tie. 3. A total babe magnet, although the shyest thing you'll ever encounter. v. 1. To hug or glomp something relentlessly. n. 1. A sound, usually a high pitched screech resembling "Eee!"
akanah (uk-ann-hah) something improper, possibly a noun
1. One who freely mingles wisdom with absurdity. 2. Rarely serious; pertaining to sarcasm. 3. Of the colour blue. 4. Having a poor sense of self preservation. 5. A grown-up lady who cusses and has done it with boys.
Synonyms: honest, obstinate, impertinent, crass, delusional, childish, but above all- entertaining
Americunts, I Am Your KingI fucking hate Americuntry. We started off well, it seems. This country began with the vision for freedom; oh, sure, that was a biased form of freedom, but since then, we've expanded on those freedoms. We can have guns; we can't have guns; no one can take our religion from us. We are here to be free, and to enjoy it. So, I ask only this: why are people using their freedom so poorly?Americunts, I Am Your King7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
We exist to fit into others standards. We slave away for a mediocre existence, of mediocre quality, with less-than-mediocre work, and complain about it all our lives. We try to be something we're not, just for attention and superficial delusions of love. The men act like sex addicts, but condemn it the moment they walk into church on Sundays. No, women, you're not fucking special; you dress in flashy clothing, coat yourselves in more make-up than clothing, and always complain us men are 'perverts'. We claim our laws are unbiased and logic, but then use them to fight for the Ten
Argenta TrigintaChristian threats so betray their idol, the fact they're ubiquitous entertains me. So often I witness such christian love from each OneTrueChristian as:Argenta Triginta7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Burn in hell
I will kill you
God hates you
I hope you have a horrible life
I hope your family/friend/pet/other dies/is hurt/is mangled/other
You should have never been born
I hate you
Hate me? What do you know about me? That I think differently? That I think? That I want people to question certainty? That I find religion dangerous? That I find religion delusional? I don't even intend deconversion, that's a personal choice. Rationalism is a vital choice, I demand rationality. If someone deconverts, more power to them; I'll be the first to congratulate, though it is not my primary goal, a secure life is. Things people think I, and those like me, am, which I, we, are not:
Nihilist (I'm not, I promise)
Communist (in practice)
Nazi (which, to me, is odd)
Lonely (no more than anyo
Zionism: A Threat to JudaismZionism: A Threat to Judaism9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
ZIONISM: THE GREATEST THREAT TO THE JEWISH PEOPLE
By: Spencer Pennington
Ever since 1914, the world as a whole has seen a dramatic change in the political, social, religious, and even economic landscapes. It began with a single gunshot from a member of the Serbian nationalist group "The Black Hand," which resulted in the death of Austro-Hungarian Archduke Franz Ferdinand, and as we all know, this single assassination reshaped Human history with the initiation of World War I.
The story has been told a million times over: War broke out across Europe as the Triple Alliance of Russia, France, and Britain rushed in to aid Serbia and Austria-Hungary was backed by Germany and the Ottoman Empire, effectively becoming the coalition known as the Central Powers. While the Germans joined out of a sense of camaraderie for their Austro-Hungarian allies, the Ottomans had joined due to the money that was to be made by supplying Germany and Austria-Hungary with oil for the war, assured of their allie
Tripoli: what IS going on?Tripoli: what IS going on?4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It's no longer a surprise that a media war is being waged against Gaddafi and Libya. In March, all news were breaking and highly contradictive towards each other. A month passed until Libyans finally learned to disprove the lies, but while the news themselves grew relatively neutral, a new wave of misinformation was being prepared.
It arose in global media approximately on 15th of August, when a Saudi Arabia newspaper Asharq Alawsat told that Gaddafi is allegedly ill and ready to leave the country. Saudis, mortal enemies of Muammar Gaddafi, were, of course, such a reliable source, that all other papers followed.
In the same time news channels were choking with new victories of the insurgency. It looked like it took rebels a couple of hours to occupy a city, making poor Moussa Ibrahim steam from his ears, proving to journalists that it is virtually impossible. All this show was a careful preparation for the main course the taking of Tripoli. But in spite of mercenaries parachuted
Prussia x reader: Nuh uh! Part 2Prussia x reader: Nuh uh! Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been approximately fifteen minutes since the French and Spanish members of the Bad Touch Trio had clashed with the Prussian - or, more correctly, the Prussian had clashed with them. Speaking of said Albino, Gilbert had been and was continuing to pull you roughly by the hand, not pausing once to even take a breather. Where? Good bloody question.
You had been out of breath exactly ten of those fifteen minutes, and by now you were finding it genuinely hard to keep yourself upright. Fast walking/running for long periods of time? Not exactly your thing.
Sighing faintly in frustration, you had just about had enough. Therefore, tightening your grip around his larger hand, you jerked him to a stop, halting the both of you.
As you panted heavily, slowly recovering, you tried to turn him to face you, but for some reason, he wouldn't budge. As a result, you stood there awkwardly for about a minute to regain your breath, before you - slowly and hesitantly - walked in front of him, raising y
Islam: A Religion of PeaceIslam: A Religion of Peace12 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I felt that an editorial would be most suited for this topic. Let me begin by saying that the way Osama Bin Laden has stereotyped Islam is appalling. I have studied Islam for three years and I know it is a religion of peace and I am fascinated by it.
The prophet Muhammad of Arabia was himself protected by a Christian king of Abysinnia (Ethiopia) during his travels and often aided by Jews. Muhammad was a very understanding and forgiving man and was granted the name Al-Anin, "The trusted one". Muhammad knew Christians, Jews, and Pagans alike. He, in fact, spoke of Christians and Jews as people of the book, believers in the one true god. The Qur'an is very straight-forward in saying that Christians and Jews are believers, but that many went astray. What also may (and probably did) effect the writing of the Qur'an were the constant attempts to snuff out the faith and the attempted murders of Muhammad himself. When Muhammad's army entered Mecca in 630 A.D, he did not go after the Pa
HildebrandsliedOld German:Hildebrandslied3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Ik gıhorta dat ſeggen
dat ſih urhettun ænon muotın •
hıltıbrant entı hadubrant untar herıun tuem •
ſunu fatarungo • ıro ſaro rıhtun •
garutun ſe ıro gudhamun • gurtun ſih • ıro • ſuert ana •
helıdoſ ubar rınga do ſie to dero hıltu rıtun •
hıltıbrant gımahalta herıbranteſ ſunu • her uuaſ heroro man
feraheſ frotoro • her fragen gıſtuont
fohem uuortum • ƿer ſin fater ƿarı
fıreo ın folche … •
eddo ƿelıhheſ cnuoſleſ du ſiſ •
ıbu du mı enan ſageſ ık mı de odre uuet