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I like the tune of this song. I listened to it when I was younger. 

Ruby Tuesday (video)

This trailer, I believe, is about the prisons in Iraq run by the American Forces and horrible things that go on there and the policy which allows it to happen. 

"Taxi to the Darkside" - trailer

We had trouble with our car this morning which was an unsual experience. It wouldn’t start. My mom and I were on a ride at the time. Luckily for us we were in a town.

It thundered not long ago. I like it when the weather changes. The lighting become different. Farther away heavy clouds gather and it gets dark there but right where we were it was light and the whole atmosphere of the sky changes. It started to rain and thunder with lighting.

If I had more patience, I would spend more time outside. When I was really younger I spent more time outdoors. I think it helps to feel healthier. When you rest on your arm forexample the arm does not go dead as quickly as the blood vessels are stronger or the blood circulation is better.

Spending a whole day outside would make me feel different I think. 

 

As part of my English class highschool, we had a book on poetry, these two poems stuck with me. 

 

Dylan Thomas

 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (in audio - possibly Dylan Thomas himself reading) 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (in video)  

 

Wilfred Owen 

 

 Dulce et Decorum Est

 

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shot. All went lame, all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

 

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling,

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-

Dim though the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

 

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flug him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori. 

 

Dulce et Decorum Est (in video)

I found this funny today as I read. (…I suppose it is as much funny as it isn’t funny in a way also.) 

From Disgrace Abounding, Ch. 1, (by Douglas Reed):

"So you know just what I am against. What I am, what I am for: these are more difficult to state. I only knew one other man in my case, and he was the hero of an enthralling human drama that I found in a volume of German statistics, which are far stranger than truth. In the section devoted to the number of German strikes and lock-outs in a certain year (yes, that was before Hitler) I found, in a column headed ‘Number of strikers’, the numeral ‘1′, and in the next column, headed ‘Working days lost’, the figure ‘187′, and in the column headed ‘Result’, the words ‘No agreement’.

I scarcely dared believe my eyes when I found ‘1′. Men had sought for centuries the secret of making gold, the Saragossa Sea, the stone of wisdom, the sunken city, and a cure for baldness, and had failed. I had found something rarer than them all - The One Man Strike. Somewhere in Germany a working man had struck, and struck for more than half a year. Spurning all inducements, braving all threats, picketing the works to keep himselffrom blacklegging, daily growing thinner and colder and hungrier, he had struck and struck and struck, and at the year’s end he was still striking and ‘No agreement’ had been reached.

A stupendous, a Homeric, an immortal conflict! To my last day I shall regret that Hitler then came to power, abolished strikes, and prevented me from reading the next instalment of that enthralling tale in the next volume of statistics. But I looked back through earlier volumes, for previous years, and, believe it or not, ‘1′ was always there. ‘1′ had struck, for longer or shorter periods, for several years. He was unconquerable. Every year he was there, striking, striking, striking.

A kindred spirit. The One Man Striker, the incorrigible salesresister, the professional rebel, the champion of a lost cause."  

 

This song I looked for online because I hadn’t read it in a while which lead me to the video clip of the next video. An other title of it is "What if a God is a DJ?". What if reality was that maluable as in the clip? Maybe in a round about way it is… I choose the clip with the guy doing sign language in it because I thought it added an interesting extra touch. I’m familiar with a different version of the song.

A song by Faithless

Faithless-God Is A DJ video, 

and

God is a DJ ! video by somebody

both youtube videos