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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Disqus - Latest Comments for eblonk</title><link>http://disqus.com/by/eblonk/</link><description></description><atom:link href="http://disqus.com/eblonk/comments.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 12 Aug 2013 04:49:06 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: SB66 Ep. 127 First Contact</title><link>http://www.simplysyndicated.com/sb66_127/#comment-997128877</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I only know Childhood's End through a song. I need to read it at some point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allow me to indulge, I love to plug Van Der Graaf Generator, UK's best kept music secret. Singer Peter Hammill is also the writer of my favourite song about stage actors, After The Show.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRLoMN0IKXk" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRLoMN0IKXk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watc...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Childlike Faith in Childhood's End&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Existence is a stage on which we pass,&lt;br&gt;a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart;&lt;br&gt;it's hopeless, I know, but onward I must go&lt;br&gt;and try to make a start&lt;br&gt;at seeing something more &lt;br&gt;than day to day survival, chased by final death.&lt;br&gt;if I believed this the sum of the life to which we've come,&lt;br&gt;I wouldn't waste my breath.&lt;br&gt;Somehow, there must be more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a time when more was felt than known&lt;br&gt;but now, entrenched inside my sett,&lt;br&gt;in light more mundane, thought rattles round my brain:&lt;br&gt;we live, we die...and yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the beginning there was order and destiny&lt;br&gt;but now that path has reached the border &lt;br&gt;and on our knees is no way to face the future, whatever it be.&lt;br&gt;Though the forces which hold us in place&lt;br&gt;last through eons in unruffled grace&lt;br&gt;we, too, wear the face of creation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically&lt;br&gt;the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history.&lt;br&gt;It seems as though time must betray us yet we're alive&lt;br&gt;and though I see no God to save us, still we survive&lt;br&gt;through the centuries of progress&lt;br&gt;which don't get us very far.&lt;br&gt;All illusion! All is bogus...&lt;br&gt;we don't yet know what we are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man,&lt;br&gt;with lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we're grains of sand&lt;br&gt;and though, in time, the sea may claim us for its own&lt;br&gt;we are the rocks which root the future - on us it grows!&lt;br&gt;We might not be there to share it&lt;br&gt;if eternity's a jest but I think that I can bear it&lt;br&gt;if the next life is the best.&lt;br&gt;Even if there is a heaven when we die,&lt;br&gt;endless bliss would be as meaningless as the lie&lt;br&gt;that always comes as answer to the question&lt;br&gt;"Why do we see through the eyes of creation?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adrift without a course,&lt;br&gt;it's very lonely here,&lt;br&gt;our only conjecture&lt;br&gt;what lies behind the dark.&lt;br&gt;Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline,&lt;br&gt;think of a lifetime which means more than my own one,&lt;br&gt;dreams of a grander thing than we are.&lt;br&gt;Time and Space hang heavy on my shoulders...&lt;br&gt;when all life is over who can say&lt;br&gt;no mutated force shall remain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though the towers of the city are denied to we men of clay&lt;br&gt;still we know we shall scale the heights some day.&lt;br&gt;Frightened in the silence, frightened, but thinking very hard,&lt;br&gt;let us make computations of the stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run:&lt;br&gt;faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes...&lt;br&gt;colour blisters, image splinters gravitate&lt;br&gt;towards the centre, in final splendour disintegrate.&lt;br&gt;The universe now beckons&lt;br&gt;and Man, too, must take His place;&lt;br&gt;just a few last fleeting seconds&lt;br&gt;to wander in the waste,&lt;br&gt;and the children who were ourselves move on,&lt;br&gt;reincarnation stills its now perfected song,&lt;br&gt;and at last we are free of the bonds of creation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies and slavers too,&lt;br&gt;all the throng who have danced a merry tune...&lt;br&gt;human we can all be, but Humanity we must rise above,&lt;br&gt;in the name of all faith and hope and love.&lt;br&gt;There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too,&lt;br&gt;there's a time when we all will stand alone and nude,&lt;br&gt;naked to the galaxies...naked, but clothed in the overview:&lt;br&gt;as we reach Childhood's End we must start anew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And though dark is the highway,&lt;br&gt;and the peak's distance breaks my heart,&lt;br&gt;for I never shall see it, still I play my part,&lt;br&gt;believing that what waits for us&lt;br&gt;is the cosmos compared to the dust of the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the death of mere Humans Life shall start!"&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">eblonk</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 12 Aug 2013 04:49:06 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Webb For Graham Against DADT</title><link>http://politics.blogs.foxnews.com/2010/12/18/webb-graham-against-dadt#comment-114863300</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I see a lot of people from the Terry M. Helvey School of Upright Citizenship. Terry, empowered by the kind of people that rail against gays in the army, turned Allen Schindler into a near unrecognisable corpse. Why did he think he could? Decent people hate gays, so he could. Of course, anti-gay people washed their hands of it properly, secretly hoping another of their ilk would go beserk. Enter Calvin Glover, who happily obliged by killing Barry Winchell.&lt;br&gt;Of couse, of course, it was the fault of Allen and Barry. Terry and Calvin are nice, decent, gay-hating people that only did what they were encouraged to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, Allen made the 2-Q-T-2-B-S-T-R-8 joke, which justifies a gruesome summary excecution. *in a Bush accent* 'he probably wasn't a christian like good ole Terry was'&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">eblonk</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 15:02:22 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Google Maps Lawsuit: Woman Follows Directions, Gets Run Over</title><link>http://mashable.com/2010/05/30/google-maps-lawsuit/#comment-53216785</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Companies and technology? The damage from person-to-person advice is nothing to be sneezed at either. People tend to trust information they get from other people if it's directly and personally (hence all kinds of non-sense products and services get sold). The thing is, people don't always double-check or use their common sense. Not too mention overestimating their own common sense or ability to judge.&lt;br&gt;Back to companies and technology: people actually have a distrust against these things, also without checking. Uncritical distrust is as foolish as uncritical trust.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">eblonk</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 04:30:04 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Our online lives slowly leak away</title><link>http://scobleizer.com/2009/09/18/our-online-lives-slowly-leak-away/#comment-17106761</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Don't worry about it. It happens.&lt;br&gt;There's lots of stuff from my (pre-computer age) youth that's gone, like hardcopy photos. That's how it is. Focus on the important things you need now. Older stuff will hop along, much of it anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">eblonk</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:52:00 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Using Twitter as a Sales Tool - Episode 16</title><link>http://beyondsnakeoil.com/2008/11/using-twitter-as-a-sales-tool-episode-16/#comment-3494647</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The 140char limit has a good side in that it forces to be clear and concise.&lt;br&gt;As for selling there, besides if someone requests it, I have some qualms about (cold) selling on a network of friends. LinkedIn, no problem selling myself professionally there, facebook and twitter, got some doubts.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">eblonk</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 17:12:07 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>