'So shines a good deed in a weary world'

- Willy Wonka
'Dividing domains differently' is the slogan of Tokelau, a small island in the Pacific Ocean with some 1500 inhabitants. They have somehow managed to preserve their own culture over the centuries, and still divide all their goods amongst all their people, so that everyone remains equal.
On acquiring their own .tk domain extension they continued this philosophy, and are now giving away .tk domains to anyone who ever had a heart. Go to dot.tk on my links menu and give praise to the goddess of diversity. Faka Fetai.

second class citizens

So the Welsh labour party has decided once again that the people of 'Wales' are not fit to run their own affairs. We may soon be allowed to 'amend' laws past by Westminster, and if Labour wins the next election there will be 'consultation' on lawmaking powers. All of course, unlike Scotland, which has its own Parliament with lawmaking and tax-raising powers. And quite right too.
What possible explanation can there be? Are we somehow an inferior race, with consequently less rights? And have you ever heard of 'politicians' refusing more powers?
Could it be that Welsh New Labour careerists are extremely happy with their inflated wagepackets and don't really want to take on the extra work and responsibilities that real powers might bring?

lucky timeslots

New hobby time; logging into eBay and looking at the negative feedback received by sellers. Stories of plain misunderstandings, deceit and foolish evilness.
On second thoughts, time is spent more wisely viewing websites of creative geniuses who defy the reality syndrome. Take Michael Nesmith, for instance. Not only son of the inventor of liquid paper, Michael fell into the job of teenage heartthrob in sixties 'pre-fab four' the Monkees. That would be lucky right? But then to invent MTV, and write one of the finest novels of the 20th century, all without falling victim to the mediocre arrogance of fame abuse? Some beings, it must be admitted, have a talent for genius.

Christian bigots

There, I've said it. God help me.
Now, I've got nothing against Christians; in fact some of my best friends are Christians. I didn't object when my partner suggested she take the children to Sunday School. I believe that Jesus was an enlightened being who achieved Christ-consciousness in his lifetime, and that we should all strive to do the same. Gnostic Christianity, I think it's fair to say. Banned by the early church, you know.
But when a local Christian church posts a full-color leaflet through one's letterbox telling of a visit to a Buddhist temple, and of how these people were wasting their time, well you know how it is. There's only one true religion, apparently, all the others being a nonsense. A harmless delusion, you may think, until you start to count the bodies.
So I add the buddhanet link to this site (look right) in the spirit of freedom, giving and enlightenment. Also this link to Church Folks for a Better America, who can show the bigots in their country that religion need not be the cause of any wars. Amen.

all things are full of gods

So said Thales, one of the seven wise men of ancient Greece. Seven eh? Imagine that. Messrs Blair and Bush need not apply, I fear.
Lovely quote though.

cool blue droplets

Here's a cool blue droplets wallpaper downloaded from my favourite royalty-free stock photo site sxc.hu. Oh yes, and uploaded using the wonderful bloggerbot.

the shiny girl

Shiny Girl smiles, and the world turns. Shiny Girl laughs, and the stars explode. Shiny Girl walks into the ring, and a thousand hearts skip a beat.
The Shiny Girl shines tonight.
The Infester enters a stark spotlight, to begin the entertainment. He half-menaces a grimace, before the implication of approaching disaster; earthquake-style venom bites. He talks up a good fright, alright.
The Shiny Girl arches her back, and the Wheel turns a mean screw. One rool of an Indigo drum, and The Shiny Girl rides the Wheel of Hate, like a Chinese firework rides the night sky on Transformation Saturday. For The Shiny Girl shines tonight.
Fifteen minutes making love on the Wheel of Hate, and even these anthrax whispers of envy are silenced. Because everything is true.
She jumps, lands, her hair breathes, and the audience applaud, as a thousand guns are removed from their heads.
For the price of admission deserves at least one Wonder, my friend.
And yes, we love you still.