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 triangle10 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
Working Without a NetWorking Without a Net12 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
~Artpolitics handbooks~Artpolitics handbooks11 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
April FoolsApril Fools12 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
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 110 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
Tips On Self-PublishingTips On Self-Publishing10 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,
Religion Compared to ComputersChristianity is LinuxReligion Compared to Computers12 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
"ocean hunger""ocean hunger"11 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
New JobFirst day on the jobNew Job9 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 Silicon13 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
"dreamcake""dreamcake"11 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
SlippedNow.Slipped10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry. And be quiet."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Look, it won't take more than a minute."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Oh, shut up. I don't need your help."
"You may not need my help, but you clearly need professional help."
"What? Professionals do this kind of thing?"
"…Are you always this stupid? I'm just wondering for future reference."
"Oh, don't be that way."
There was a time when I was eight years old. It wasn't a terribly eventful time. Basically, my mother took me to the mall and we window-shopped. Then we left. That was it. That was the time.
It was the results of that time that were rather stupendous.
Apparently, as I would learn later in life, we'd walked past a security camera or two on our way out. The tape would show a little girl holding tightly onto thin air as she walked energetically through the mall while talking her own ear off. Someone noticed thi
Understanding God IUnderstanding God I9 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
How to write an exciting blogHow to write an exciting blog10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How to write an exciting blog in 15 easy steps!
1: First you need a very cool username! Your real name doesn't do. Something with "sex" "666" "devil" "tears" "angel" or a lot of XxXxX in it should do.
2: Live an exciting life and write about that. If you don't have a great life, make up stuff you COULD have done during the day.
3: Update at least once per day. You don't get those all important pageviews if people don't come back every day.
4: Provoke your readers. Politics is a great way to do that. If you live in the US; write about why you support Bin Laden. If you live anywhere else; write about why you support Bush. If that fails you can pretend to have homophobia, hate _all_ animals, be a racist or become a nazi.
5: Tell about your sex life. If you don't have one, make one up. The more sex partners, the better.
6: Take and post a lot of pictures, often. Clothes are no good, try to aviod those. If you don't own a camera you should steal other peoples pictures. You should at least g
George W. Bush DictionaryGeorge W. Bush Dictionary11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Dictionary layout: The words and phrases in George W. Bush English are defined in American English explanations.
Operation Iraqi Liberation - The acronym.
Operation Enduring Freedom - Operation Enduring OUR Freedom. Not Yours. Ours. Bitch.
France - Next place to bomb. And I'll rename it "Freedomland."
John Ashcroft - Big Brother.
England - Home of cheerleader captain Tony Blair.
Osama bin Laden - Who?
Donald Rumsfeld - Mr. Wargasm.
Coalition of the Willing - All the little countries who know we'd bomb the fuck out of them if they tried anything against us.
Weapon of Mass Destruction - Any weapon with enough power to decimate a large population or area....that isn't mine.
Election - A basic democratic process in which the people of a country choose their leader. Optional. (THANK YOU JEB)
French, the - Cheese-eating surrender monkeys.
Abu Ghraib - The #1 S&M club in Iraq.
USA Patriot Act - USA We Own You Bitches Act.
Shock And Awe Campaign - A bunch of planes fly over Baghdad and d
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Read This And Remember.You live life the way you want.Read This And Remember.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In life it doesn't matter what people say or do, only what you take from it.
It only matters what you think, it's your life to live
The most important person in your life is you. Remember this.
You will always be there for yourself
Take care of yourself.
Take care of the people that love you, try for you, and hope for you.
To have a friend you must be a friend.
Learn to love and you will love life.
Open your mind, understand
Forgive, never forget
It's life's lessons and pains that teach us
Not everything happens for a certain, predestined reason
It happens so you can learn from it, take from it, and use it for your benefit,
Always keep trying.
Never give up
Never give in
You are a strong person
You will persevere
With love and hope,
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
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Over the course of the last 23 months as a deviant, I've seen some things that most others never get the chance to, and I've seen the highs and lows of the community. I've seen the transfer from version to version with the each new August; I've seen what it's like to be a deviant; I've seen what it's like to wear the staff hat as well; I've even seen being banned. But, I ask you this: Why am I still here? What makes me keep coming back here, and supporting this place so strongly? What it is I'm yet to find properly and define, but I know for sure, it's slowly dwindling away, fading into the distant memories of better times when deviantART was simply the best website around without the slightest shadow of a doubt. No'urdays, community seems to be taking a backseat to the corporate ventures the site seems to be undertaking at an exponentially quick rate. With every passing day, a new move towards turning dA into exactly what it is not: a corporation.
When it was founded in 2000, t
Avatar But BetterOnce upon a time, there was a planet far, far way called Pandora. It was rich in unobtainium and the Na'vi were selfishly hoarding it all to themselves like wicked blue dragons and not sharing it with the rest of the universe.Avatar But Better5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Please sir," said a tall, strapping gentleman by the name of Miles Quaritch. "May we have some of your unobtanium? Our planet is in dire need and only this can save it."
"Hohoho!" laughed Neytiri and Jake. "You humans are inferior to our blue race. you cannot even play basketball at our level. How dare you think you can even deserve the unobtanium."
"But, Jake," said the Colonel, manly tears rolling down his man face, "I thought we had something special."
"No," said Jake. "I am a Na'vi now. I can run and jump like a ten foot tall blue child and play basketball better than any human. I can fly on dinosaurs. I can screw with blue neko smurf girls whenever I please and they will make me their king. Join me, Colonel, and I will make your face the greatest on Pandora
Holier Than Who?I have met, in my opinion, way too many people who refuse to accept new ideas into their life and belief system. Too many people, also, who think critically about any part of their life outside of the material few things that through which they can achieve social acceptance, be it money, status, fame, etc.Holier Than Who?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I know too many religious people who tell me that I don't know what I am talking about. A few, even, who tell me I am a blasphemer for not accepting their Lord, Jesus the Christ, as my Lord. I don't even personally believe the bro ever existed. Can they not respect my standpoint in these issues? I have never gone to anyone of a different faith and told them, in person, that they are damned for believing what they do. Yet, I have people who look down on me for believing that the cosmos and everything in it are one, and in that, our overall being is the true creator and creation.
They believe in miracles and a man who died for our sins, and a man in the clouds, so to speak, who sees ev
Serial Velcro FrotteurSomething has been bothering me for quite a while now and I'm afraid I can no longer keep it to myself.Serial Velcro Frotteur10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The goddamn TV Weather Forecast.
Why the hell do people still pay any attention to it? Can they not see that it's absolute bullshit? Predicting the weather is a total crapshoot at best. I don't care how state-of-the-art the Weather Bureau thinks their methods are, what it really comes down to is the following two possible outcomes:
Either stuff is going to fall out of the sky, or it isn't.
And you know what? Those bastards down at the Weather Bureau can't even tell you for sure which of those it's going to be. They've pretty much got a fifty/fifty chance of getting their prediction right and they don't even have the balls to make a firm statement one way or the other. It's always "possible showers" or "a chance of rain". What the fuck? I could have told you that. There's always a chance of rain, for fuck's sake - it's either going to rain or