Sparse Random Thoughts

So, living in the Northern Kentucky area we don’t get to many earthquakes and they’re usually just something you mention along with talking about the weather. Well, we got to feel a decent sized one this morning, actually enough to wake me and my wife up. A little later this morning I felt another, but my son didn’t. So, I begin to think I imagined it and thus seek to find out if I did or not. Which lead me to a site where I not only confirmed my experience, but also had opportunity to share it.

Did you feel it?

Instead of trying to write a tidbit about each of these links I figured I’d just send you straight there and let you take a gander yourself.

Space Is Full of Crap
Even Gigantic Celestial Bodies Prefer Firefox to IE
Europe Says Net Banning Is a Violation of “Civil Liberties and Human Rights”
FCC Prepping Nationwide Text Message Alert System

Often there are situations which we will wonder if we were how we would behave and often being removed from the actual situation we believe that we would behave in the best possible sense. We want to think that there are good people and evil people. We hope that we will always be that good person. We know that we are only hypothesizing about how we would behave and we’ll actually not know unless we are actually in the situation, but also recognize that we’d rather not be tested.

Here is a short interesting article on Phillip Zimbardo and his research into understanding how good people turn evil.

the comfort of conception
the warm inviting embrace
darkness surrounds me
it cares for me
it protects me

yet from it i am forced
and thrust into light
light that blurs and burns
light that separates me from my surroundings
light that has no care for me

oh to return
to be embraced again
a darkness awaits
but the light has taught me to be separate
will the darkness still care for me

I speak the death of another thought, as it falls from my mouth.
Expressing ideas that have passed before they’re heard.
When can I be free?
No more feeling like I have something to express, but having nothing at all to say.
Nothing says nothing like nothing, but then what have I said.
Yet, I say everything with out saying anything.
Some say, “out of the mouths of babes”, but I feel all I speak is gibberish.
I’ve spoke my thoughts and can never, never speak those same thoughts again.
Truths uttered once and twisted later.
I can’t think of another word that you haven’t already heard.
My truth has been stated.