my purse died (:(!)

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"I know we've only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days. And the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day, and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it."

On December 13, 2005, the State of California will execute Stanley "Tookie" Williams in the name of the People of California. PJA rarely focuses on individual cases; rather, we direct our energy towards abolishing the broken capital punishment system. But this case cries out for our attention. We must act now to urge Governor Schwarzenegger to grant clemency.

At age seventeen, Williams helped found the Crips street gang. He was convicted of four murders and sentenced to death in 1981. While in prison, Williams renounced his gang affiliation, apologized for perpetrating what he called "black on black genocide," and turned his life around. During his twenty-four years on death row, he initiated a program to help at-risk children avoid gangs, crime, drugs and violence. He wrote nine award-winning books aimed at keeping kids away from gangs and started the Internet Project for Street Peace, which encourages gangs to stop fighting each other. He also created a "Protocol for Peace," a model agreement to end gang feuds. Last year, the Crips and the Bloods in Newark, NJ signed it, ushering in a truce that has remained in effect ever since (recently, the Deputy Mayor of Newark wrote Governor Schwarzenegger urging him to support clemency, citing the dramatic drop in gang-related violence in his city). To read Williams' protocol for peace, go to http://www.tookie.com/protocol/index.html.

Now fifty-one, Williams has been nominated for the Nobel Prizes for Peace and for Literature numerous times because of the significant impact his work has had on youth around the world. He has changed and saved lives, and is a living example of the power and potential of
t'shuvah, the notion that all of us are capable of turning away from wrongdoing and toward doing good.

He maintains innocence of the crimes he was accused of, and faced racist discrimination throughout his trial. One issue highlighted the fact that the prosecutor in Tookie's original case removed three African-American jurors from the jury. During Stan's trial, this prosecutor made racially-coded remarks during his closing argument, comparing Stan during the trial to a Bengal tiger in the zoo and stating that a black community - South Central Los Angeles - was equivalent to the natural "habitat" of a Bengal Tiger.

But not for long.

Unless the Governor grants clemency, Stanley "Tookie" Williams will die in less than two months. Here's what you can do now to save his life:

http://www.savetookie.org/events.html - find events going on today in your area, for it is Save Tookie day
Call Gov Schwarzenegger (916) 445 - 2821
Sign the petition


seriously though.
Sign the petition

i love drowning my emotions in vodka for going on 8 hours. almost as much as i love beautiful quotes. shirley and steve playing matchmaker between tim and i is quite amusing and sweet.

"Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding."

"It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash, and impatient must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those that are comfortable with each other can sit withouy speaking. This is the great paradox."

"I loved you in ways you never saw. And maybe you do not believe this. But I know this is true, feel my heart. Because you broke my heart the hardest, and maybe I broke yours the same way."

"It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves
The trouble is that you're in love with someone else
It should be me. Oh, it should be me"

There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you can almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to the fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolescence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.




Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves

quotes.

We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another path.
The Passion - Jeanette Winterson


Well, I don't know if it was the wine or my own silliness or the warm air or the lemon tree or whatever...But it gradually seemed to me that I'd made myself believe something that wasn't true. I'd made myself believe I was fine and happy and fulfilled on my own without the love of anyone else. Being in love was like being in China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend my whole life without going to China, but it wouldn't matter because there was all the rest of the world to visit.
The Amber Spyglass - Philip Pullman



When we open ourselves
you yourself to me and myself to you,
when we submerge
you into me and i into you
when we vanish into me and i into you
then i am me and you are you
The Reader - Bernhard Schlink


Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me.

Invisible Monsters - Chuck Palahniuk


You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception. Think of deep outer space, the incredible cold, and quiet where your wife and kid wait. Silence, not heaven, would be reward enough.
Lullaby - Chuck Palahniuk

I think now that being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligations but being able to love. To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free. We are a lukewarm people and our longing for freedom is our longing for love. If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war. Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in wonderment and felt my cheeks, my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was, I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer. Like most people I enjoyed the hot evenings and the smell of food and the birds that spike the sky, but I was not a mystic nor a man of God and I did not feel the extasy I had read about. I longed for feeling though I could not have told you that. Words like passion and extasy, we learn them but they stay flat on the page. Sometimes we try and turn them over, find out what's on the other side, and everyone has a story to tell of a woman or a brothel or an opium night of war. We fear it. We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much.

And still we long to feel.
The Passion - Jeanette Winterson

"Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post more than once, if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say."

my new journal.