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Name: Mark
Location: San Diego, California, United States
Gender: Male
Interests: Rainy Days, videogames when time allows, reading a good book, and being around good people
Expertise: Learning from others through observation
Occupation: East Mesa Program Secretary
Industry: Education/Research
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AIM:  HisaysMark
Member Since:
5/27/2004
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| Hey all,
I am going to be closing to stop posting on this since I have moved on over to wordpress. Imma keep this open though so I can reflect on the good ol' days of when I use to write on this xanga.
But if you are interested in following my rants and opinions...i have moved on to:
http://chimeraobscurant.wordpress.com
-Mark
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| The Velvet Teen's track Chimera Obscurant sounds right again for me.
so come on, child, you’ve slept enough
and i know you’re tired but i’m waking you up
there is much to be done, and we’re right on the cusp
of this shit getting real, i’m mean really, really fucked
every sheep for the shearing waiting around non-plussed
trading branding irons for brand-name cuts
we were born in labor, baptized in dust
given life anew as a living trust
with every hair numbered and cross-referenced
for each soul they claim to save, they have added interest
with a price on your head, what you think matters not
every credit card statement, every lie you’ve bought
rates our exchanged faith for the next fiat
on the blotter paper, the blood don’t clot
it just bleeds you dry and then leaves you to rot
in a dead end job till at last you drop
into this old noose, with the rope drawn taut
left with your hands bound so they’ll never be caught
you may sabotage our education
to a calculated chaos born of confusion
a controlled market through the inflation
truly euthanasia to waste on the young
but, we’ve caught you now, and we’re cutting your funds
we outnumber you over a million to one
it’s a sharp weapon, but the point’s left blunt
there’s no skill to the game, no challenge to the hunt
with each target deaf, blind, and reticent
got your ducks in line for the same false front
cos when free will costs even ten percent
false tongues speak lies over catholic hunts
from the cathepsin to the cathexis
i’ll bear the stigmatic focus of the anti-catechist
with each catalytic pill slowly slitting my wrists
so when i raise my hand, see my bloody fist
may have killed brain cells, but i’ve kept my wits
and i'd rather go sooner to have known and said this
i’ve peaked at the end, where the answer sits
all the rest is just problems and more questions
hear the classes getting loud and the teacher getting pissed
in the end this pattern goes 666
soon my name’s showing up on every government list
free speech shouldn’t cost, let alone be a risk
so when i die young, it’ll prove me right
cos it won’t be pills, swear it won’t be the knife
no matter how hard it gets, i’m in this for life
and i’m never giving up till we make things right
god gave me this voice, so i can’t stay quiet
they can’t kill this love, i’ll come back to fight
to return each star and remove each stripe
from each prism cell, we’ll refract the light
to reveal each move, catch the thieves in the night
make them share what’s left and return our rights
though it may still shine from a hormone diet
this knowledgeable fruit’s grown overripe
and robbed his breath, birth absorbed he
when the planets line up, every eye shall see
that this invite-only disparity party
has brought enough despair to the already broken-hearted
in the wake of greed, in the name of flow-charting
leaving broken-homes where once were gardens
see it’s our pale horse that we’re riding in on
bringing pestilence as a plague of love
with hell at our heels and heaven catching on
it’s the hanged man, it’s the crux fiction
it’s the pentagram, it’s the pentagon
it’s david’s star, it’s the pyramid song
what was once upright
now is upside down
and isaiah, it’s a revelation
2368, 2701
means a way out
and if i can, you know i’m bringing everyone
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| "there is no such this as a neutral educational process. Education either functions as an instruemtn that is used to facilitate the integration of the younger generation into the logic of the present system and bring about conformity to it, or it becomes the "the practice of freedom", the means by which men and women deal cirically and creatively with reality and discover how to participate in the transformation of their world."
-Richard Shaull | | |
| After reading @ 40 and doing our presentation on the readings for our AAS 865 seminar I have finally found an answer to the constant question: What are you going to do with that major? Constantly asked when I was an undergrad; and currntly as I pursue my MA. Back when I was an undergrad @ UCSB I would always correlate it to my double in History to make sense of it to those who do not know what Asian American Studies is. However, after tonight I know how to break it down in the easiest way: We seek out the problems in our lives brought about via the hegemonic structures that we are oppressed by and seek out the means to combat it and promote change. Asian Americanist fight for social justice with the love that comes out of our hearts for our fellow man. Through our studies and training we obtain a critical lens that allows us to look at life from all angles, but keeps our minds and hearts open to learn new things that we do not know; always learning and adapting; never comfortable and content for too long because there is always change that needs to be made. Ok...im done...im goin to bed...gotta long day of writing to tackle! | | |
| Dude, the lyrics to this song is so dope; the beat is just as dope. I think the best part of the song is that everyone has felt the ghosts in their lives come back to haunt them every now and again. When the room is quiet
and the daylight´s almost gone
It seems there´s something I should know
Well I ought to leave,
the rain it never stops
with no particular place to go
Just when I think I´m winning
when I´ve broken every door
the ghosts of my life, they´re wilder - than before
Just when i thought i could not be stopped
when my chance came to be king
the ghosts of my life, they´re wilder - than the wind
But I´m feeling nervous
now I find myself alone
the simple life´s no longer there
Once I was so sure
now the doubt inside my mind
comes and goes but leads nowhere
Just when I think I´m winning
when I´ve broken every door
the ghosts of my life, they´re wilder - than before
Just when i thought i could not be stopped
when my chance came to be king
the ghosts of my life, they´re wilder - than the wind
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