http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-june-16-2010/an-energy-independent-future


This clip from the Daily Show struck me; it's about the past and future of the US moving away from oil dependency and toward alternative energies, the subject that started me on my Ph.D.  Plus, it's the Daily Show, which makes it 8 minutes worth of epic awesomeness.

and then I crashed into you
and I went up in flames
you will consume me, but I can't walk away

Don't ask me to change; would you still love me the same if I was anything but that which I am?

Lilu makes her first movie debut (thanks for the tip Nick)!  That explains where she's been going at night..

Actually, the whole reason we got a Russian Blue to begin with was the original Cats & Dogs: "the Russian" was the best part of the movie.  Now a little girl Russian Blue is one of the main characters.  Yeahhh... might have to see it just for that.

Never have I wanted so strongly to be whole again, to deserve and appreciate what's in front of me, than I do right now.

At one time, conversation could be considered a rich and complex form of communication, perhaps celebrated as an art; a medium through which the wise and clever could impress one another, in a time when books and songs were of epic length and grandeur which is now unimagineable.  Since then the art has slowly died, replaced instead with a need for that which is fast and simple and at pace with today's busy world.  A form of art now out of place, unneeded, forgotten.

This post mourns the loss of things precious and beautiful... lost not through a glorious, dramatic death, honored and cherished and missed; instead, things lost as they faded away, forgotten, lost simply because they no longer have a place in this world.

Hardened, strengthened, humbled by the crashing waves and swirling torrents beating down, tugging relentlessly, dragging me under, crushing the breath from my lungs and life from my body, I grasp desperately as I'm pulled under the current.  I search for something to hold onto, something to steady me in the tide; my hands close upon something.. but as I grip, I feel it crumble in my fingers, and once again I'm surrounded, pressed on all sides again by the cold darkness.

For Leron.

Here's to rediscovering paths lost and dreams forgotten.  Hard to believe a year passed us by already.. it hasn't been easy for any of us.  Just know you're never, ever alone.

What a feeling. The winning shot in the last few seconds of the final quarter. Years of learning, months of practice, honed skills and a rush of adrenaline, all culminating in a few seconds of anticipation, the deep breath, then the realization that it's over. The feeling of accomplishment, of having brought your own unique abilities to a group as talented and dedicated as you. Knowing that it was all riding on you at the last moment. Knowing that you didn't let them down. Knowing that you were a part of something special, something great, something few people get the privilege of experiencing.

Why was I not surprised as I watched, and realized that I had felt the same thing.