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• Joy Division
  by Ange

  Control – a great film about the late Ian Curtis, lead singer of English post punk band Joy Division & his last several years leading u…

  Control – a great film about the late Ian Curtis, lead singer of English post punk band Joy Division & his last several years leading up to his suicide in 1980. The black & white cinematography is absolutely divine. If you’re a fan of Joy Division make sure you see it. Best movie I’ve seen all year.

• This Is Ground Control To...
  by JenniferB

  Update – Tomorrow is MONDAY… ;-) Note: This is not a sw…

  Update – Tomorrow is MONDAY… ;-) Note: This is not a swan song! It’s just a temp break to try and get some Art and writing created again… I’m going away for a while to find a place with zero impact, pressure, force or gravity, kind of like: THIS and THIS I need to centre myself again so I can stop running away from myself, projecting myself at people who don’t deserve it, and write something a bit softer again like: THIS I’m sick of politics and I’m too ignorant and dumb-assed to argue or debate religion, all it does is get me fired up and defensive… And I don’t want to read about kiddie porn, any more, it just brings back bad memories… I want to float out in Space somewhere and create my Art and shit again… So until later… Take care and peace. Oh… And if I’ve said anything at all to fuck you off… I’m kind of sorry / and I’m kind of not… you have a Choice… Converse or Disperse. ;-) xox

• MURDER
  by JaneAParis

  I love you Claire and Mitchell. This is an e-mail I sent to my friend Shanina. I will talk to you on Sunday Claire, if you are there. Lov…

  I love you Claire and Mitchell. This is an e-mail I sent to my friend Shanina. I will talk to you on Sunday Claire, if you are there. Love Mommy. / / No Shanina, I am not okay. This is an e-mail I just sent to my daughter. I have been begging for medical care ever since I have been back in America. (Five years now). They have denied me over and over. For the last year especially I have felt the sickness in my body enter into places where it can become terminal and deadly. My right side internal organs and my head. I have been made to sit here and suffer while they do nothing. I have begged for medical care over and over. / / I wrote this to my daughter / I am sick Claire. Your daddy and all these other people are murdering me. They base my health care on my relationships instead of my right as a human being to medical care. They are making me die. I think they have waited to long already. They have left an infection in my body and it is killing me. They have let it enter my internal organs and my head. They knowingly disrespect, torture me and deny me medical care. I can barely urinate, and bacteria is crawling in me and through my body. It is eating at my scalp and insides. They think it is funny. They torture me every day. When I eat, when I go to the bathroom, when I shower, and everthing I do. They insult and abuse me. Every day they emotionally abuse me and insult me. I want to talk to you everyday. I have been saying that for a long time, but you don’t understand. We are losing our bond. And Mitchell too. How about just before you go to bed. It does not have to be long. Only ten minutes. I will make a date with you right now. It is called shared talk on the internet. Go in and log into it. I will meet you on Sunday at eight, okay? I love you very much, Always and Forever, Mommy. / / If you want to talk to me too, Shanina, I can talk to you on this site. It is called shared talk. It is a language exchange site. We would have to make a date and time to do it. I am very sick and weak right now. I sleep alot. That is because the infection is in my right side and my head. Basically they are murdering me Shanina. If you deny someone medical care, and leave them ill, and intentionally let an infection spread through their body, – the outcome will be death. / / Thank you for caring – There are so many people here who hate me abuse me when I have done nothing to them. Just politics, that is their reason to murder me. / / Your friend, Smiles from Jane. :)

• Occasionally in life
  by Jim Caldwell

  I have run into situations I wish could be different and have had problems giving up trying to control outcomes. Acceptance of life on…

  I have run into situations I wish could be different and have had problems giving up trying to control outcomes. Acceptance of life on it’s terms is difficult when I wish for different results. The wisdom of this planet dictates take it as it comes,make plans, don’t plan results, and let go and let God, has been a problem in my past. I am going to try and exercise the fact that God probably has better plans for me than I have for myself. Today, I want to practice letting go of my will, being my will has often caused me trouble. I can be selfish as hell, thinking I am looking out for Jim, when it should be obvious to me, from past experience, God does a better job of that. I have loosened my grip on the present, perhaps it’s time I lessen it on the future as well. Love to all as I am becoming more well. June 4th 2008 My oldest daughter, Michele, has a birthday today. I will not say how many of these she has seen.

• Who's in Control? by Jean Liedloff
  by Samantha Van Stralendorff

  Who’s in Control? / The Unhappy Consequences of Being Child-Centered —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—...

  Who’s in Control? / The Unhappy Consequences of Being Child-Centered —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / It appears that many parents of toddlers, in their anxiety / to be neither negligent nor disrespectful, have gone / overboard in what may seem to be the other direction. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- by Jean Liedloff / First appeared in Mothering magazine, Winter 1994 It took some time before the significance of what I was looking at sank into my “civilized” mind. I had spent more than two years living in the jungles of South America with Stone Age Indians. Little boys traveled with us when we enlisted their fathers as guides and crew, and we often stayed for days or weeks in the villages of the Yequana Indians where the children played all day unsupervised by adults or adolescents. It only struck me after the fourth of my five expeditions that I had never seen a conflict either between two children or between a child and an adult. Not only did the children not hit one another, they did not even argue. They obeyed their elders instantly and cheerfully, and often carried babies around with them while playing or helping with the work. Where were the “terrible twos”? Where were the tantrums, the struggle to “get their own way,” the selfishness, the destructiveness and carelessness of their own safety that we call normal? Where was the nagging, the discipline, the “boundaries” needed to curb their contrariness? Where, indeed, was the adversarial relationship we take for granted between parent and child? Where was the blaming, the punishing, or for that matter, where was any sign of permissiveness? The Yequana Way / There is a Yequana expression equivalent to “Boys will be boys”; it has a positive connotation, however, and refers to the boys’ high spirits as they run about and whoop and swim in the river or play Yequana badminton (a noncompetitive game in which all players keep the cornhusk shuttlecock in the air as long as possible by batting it with open hands). I heard many shouts and much laughter when the boys played outdoors, yet the moment they were inside the huts, they lowered their voices to maintain the reigning quiet. They never interrupted an adult conversation. In fact, they rarely spoke at all in the company of adults, confining themselves to listening and performing little services such as passing around food or drink. Far from being disciplined or suppressed into compliant behavior, these little angels are relaxed and cheerful. And they grow up to be happy, confident, cooperative adults! How do they do it? What do the Yequana know about human nature that we do not? What can we do to attain non-adversarial relationships with our children in toddlerhood, or later if they have got off to a bad start? The “Civilized” Experience / In my private practice, people consult me to overcome the deleterious effects of beliefs about themselves formed in childhood.1 Many of these people are parents keen not to subject their offspring to the kind of alienation they suffered at the hands of their own usually well-meaning parents. They would like to know how they can rear their children happily and painlessly. Most of these parents have taken my advice and, following the Yequana example, kept their babies in physical contact all day and night until they began to crawl.2 Some, however, are surprised and dismayed to find their tots becoming “demanding” or angry — often toward their most caretaking parent. No amount of dedication or self-sacrifice improves the babies’ disposition. Increased efforts to placate them do nothing but augment frustration in both parent and child. Why, then, do the Yequana not have the same experience? The crucial difference is that the Yequana are not child-centered. They may occasionally nuzzle their babies affectionately, play peek-a-boo, or sing to them, yet the great majority of the caretaker’s time is spent paying attention to something else…not the baby! Children taking care of babies also regard baby care as a non-activity and, although they carry them everywhere, rarely give them direct attention. Thus, Yequana babies find themselves in the midst of activities they will later join as they proceed through the stages of creeping, crawling, walking, and talking. The panoramic view of their future life’s experiences, behavior, pace, and language provides a rich basis for their developing participation. Being played with, talked to, or admired all day deprives the babe of this in-arms spectator phase that would feel right to him. Unable to say what he needs, he will act out his discontentment. He is trying to get his caretaker’s attention, yet — and here is the cause of the understandable confusion — his purpose is to get the caretaker to change his unsatisfactory experience, to go about her own business with confidence and without seeming to ask his permission. Once the situation is corrected, the attention-getting behavior we mistake for a permanent impulse can subside. The same principle applies in the stages following the in-arms phase. One devoted mother on the East Coast, when beginning sessions with me on the telephone, was near the end of her tether. She was at war with her beloved three-year-old son, who was often barging into her, sometimes hitting her, and shouting, “Shut up!” among other distressing expressions of anger and disrespect. She had tried reasoning with him, asking him what he wanted her to do, bribing him, and speaking sweetly as long as she could before losing her patience and shouting at him. Afterward, she would be consumed with guilt and try to “make it up to him” with apologies, explanations, hugs, or special treats to prove her love — whereupon her precious little boy would respond by issuing new ill-tempered demands. Sometimes she would stop trying to please him and go tight-lipped about her own activities, despite his howls and protestations. If she finally managed to hold out long enough for him to give up trying to control her and calm down, he might gaze up at her out of his meltingly beautiful eyes and say, “I love you, Mommy!” and she, almost abject in her gratitude for this momentary reprieve from the leaden guilt in her bosom, would soon be eating out of his dimpled, jam-stained little hand again. He would become bossy, then angry and rude, and the whole heartbreaking scenario would be replayed, whereupon my client’s despair would deepen. I hear many similar stories from clients in the United States, Canada, Germany, and England, so I believe it is fair to say that this trouble is prevalent among the most well-educated, well-meaning parents in Western societies. They are struggling with children who seem to want to keep their adults under their control and obedient to their every whim. To make matters worse, many people believe that this phenomenon bears witness to the widely held notion that our species, alone among all creatures, is by nature antisocial and requires years of opposition (“discipline,” “socializing”) to become viable, or “good.” As the Yequana, the Balinese, and numerous other peoples outside our cultural orbit reveal, however, such a notion is utterly erroneous. Members of one society respond to the conditioning of their culture like the members of any other. The Way to Harmony / What, then, is causing this unhappiness? What have we misunderstood about our human nature? And what can we do to approach the harmony the Yequana enjoy with their children? It appears that many parents of toddlers, in their anxiety to be neither negligent nor disrespectful, have gone overboard in what may seem to be the other direction. Like the thankless martyrs of the in-arms stage, they have become centered upon their children instead of being occupied by adult activities that the children can watch, follow, imitate, and assist in as is their natural tendency. In other words, because a toddler wants to learn what his people do, he expects to be able to center his attention on an adult who is centered on her own business. An adult who stops whatever she is doing and tries to ascertain what her child wants her to do is short-circuiting this expectation. Just as significantly, she appears to the tot not to know how to behave, to be lacking in confidence and, even more alarmingly, looking for guidance from him, a two or three year old who is relying on her to be calm, competent, and sure of herself. A toddler’s fairly predictable reaction to parental uncertainty is to push his parents even further off-balance, testing for a place where they will stand firm and thus allay his anxiety about who is in charge. He may continue to draw pictures on the wall after his mother has pleaded with him to desist, in an apologetic voice that lets him know she does not believe he will obey. When she then takes away his markers, all the while showing fear of his wrath, he — as surely as he is a social creature — meets her expectations and flies into a screaming rage. If misreading his anger, she tries even harder to ascertain what he wants, pleads, explains, and appears ever more desperate to placate him, the child will be impelled to make more outrageous, more unacceptable demands. This he must continue to do until at last she does take over leadership and he can feel that order is restored. He may still not have a calm, confident, reliable authority figure to learn from, as his mother is now moving from the point of losing her temper to the point at which guilt and doubts about her competence are again rearing their wobbly heads. Nevertheless, he will have the meager reassurance of seeing that when the chips were down, she did relieve him of command and of his panicky feeling that he should somehow know what she should do. Put simply, when a child is impelled to try to control the behavior of an adult, it is not because the child wants to succeed, but because the child needs to be certain that the adult knows what he or she is doing. Furthermore, the child cannot resist such testing until the adult stands firm and the child can have that certainty. No child would dream of trying to take over the initiative from an adult unless that child receives a clear message that such action is expected — not wanted, but expected! Moreover, once the child feels he has attained control, he becomes confused and frightened and must go to any extreme to compel the adult to take the leadership back where it belongs. When this is understood, the parents’ fear of imposing upon their child is allayed, and they see that there is no call for adversariality. By maintaining control, they are fulfilling their beloved child’s needs, rather than acting in opposition to them. It took my East Coast client a week or two to see the first results of this new understanding. After that, generations of misunderstanding and the force of old habits rendered the family’s transition to non-adversarial ways somewhat uneven. Today, she and her husband, as well as many of my other clients similarly afflicted, are happily convinced by their own experience that children, far from being contrary, are by nature profoundly social. Expecting them to be so is what allows them to be so. As the parents’ expectation of sociality in the child is perceived by the child, she or he meets that expectation; likewise, the parents’ experience of sociality in the child reinforces their expectation of it. That is how it works. In a gracious letter to me, the husband of my East Coast client wrote, of his wife, their son, and himself: “[We] have grown and learned and loved together in a miraculous way. Our relationships continue to evolve in a totally positive and loving direction.” —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Notes / 1. Jean Liedloff, Normal Neurotics Like Us, Mothering, no. 61 (Fall 1991): 32-27. / 2. Jean Liedloff, The Importance of the In-Arms Phase, Mothering, no. 50 (Winter 1989): 16-19. Copyright ©1991 by Jean Liedloff —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- . read some more . Copyright ©1998 by The Liedloff Society for the Continuum Concept, All Rights Reserved. www.continuum-concept.org

• Right! Which ones of you are the Flash Freaks?
  by jemimalovesbigted

  Need some serious help! (Helen if you are reading this I am a bit stuck, but never fear it will be resolved) Too difficult and wordy…

  Need some serious help! (Helen if you are reading this I am a bit stuck, but never fear it will be resolved) Too difficult and wordy to write here, but if there is an actionscript genius out amongst our web group, please, please, please can you drop me a bubblemail and tell me you can help me. Thanks in advance to anyone who may take the challenge.

• Typhoon Boom
  by Matt Sillence

  As written in the local Paper / Shropshire star / One of Britain’s …

  As written in the local Paper / Shropshire star / One of Britain’s newest fighter planes malfunctioned over Shropshire – forcing the pilot to drop 30,000ft and causing a sonic boom which shook the county. The Typhoon Eurofighter performed an emergency descent above Shrewsbury shortly after 4pm yesterday, breaking the sound barrier. Check out our Eurofighter Typhoon photo gallery above Police were inundated with calls after the huge bang which was heard up to four miles from the town. Residents feared an explosion or an earthquake. But a spokesman for RAF Shawbury said the boom occurred when the Typhoon performed its emergency descent. An investigation into the incident has begun. The spokesman said: “At approximately 4.06pm a Typhoon aircraft with two persons on board, being flown from RAF Coningsby on a training sortie in the vicinity of Shrewsbury, suffered a system failure whilst flying at 40,000ft. “The aircraft captain made a radio call to Air Traffic Control, and in order to ensure the safety of the aircraft and its occupants, and in accordance with standard procedures, then performed an emergency descent to 10,000ft. “In the course of this manoeuvre the aircraft inadvertently exceeded the speed of sound, causing a sonic boom. “Neither of the aircraft occupants were harmed during the incident. The cause of the system failure will be investigated. “We regret any anxiety this incident may have caused to the local population.” The aircraft returned to RAF Coningsby and landed at 4.45pm. Shrewsbury Police Station, Radio Shropshire in Mount Pleasant, and county council headquarters Shirehall in Abbey Foregate were among the buildings struck by the boom. A spokesman from Shrewsbury police station in Monkmoor said dozens of people heard the bang. “We had people ringing from the town centre and one lady from Hanwood. It shook the police station,” he said. Witness of Shrewsbury, said the bang shook his home so hard the loft hatch fell down. He said: “I was on the phone at the time and a friend in Gains Park was on the other end, about three miles away, and he was shocked at the same time as I was so I knew it was not something just near me. “It was a single sudden bang, as if something had exploded, the whole house shook.” Witness said: “I heard the bang – I was at a meeting at the Shrewsbury Football Club ground with a number of councillors from across Shropshire and officers.” Witness said he and his neighbours gathered in the street after they heard two booms. “One of my neighbours was out the back of his house doing something with his bin and he felt the pressure of both booms like a wave hitting him so it was probably over the top of us.” Witness in Shrewsbury, also described the noise as “almost like an explosion”. Shropshire Ambulance Service said it had no calls. Shropshire Fire Service said the St Michael’s Street station had been shaken by the bang but it had received no calls from the public. ShropshireStar.com visitors also reported their reactions to the incident after the story broke yesterday. ‘Nick’ said: “If it was a Eurofighter i think it was amazing. Shook the office windows made a really big bang. / Would like to thank the pilot for brightening up my Monday. Awsome.” Witness said: “We heard a couple of these almighty bangs and thought there had been an explosion in the Copthorne area of Shrewsbury. It shook our house and neighbours houses surrounding us. Man living opposite us felt the waves hit him as he was outside at the time.” Witness said: “I heard this bang at Hanwood. I once heard aircraft go through sound barrier sounded very similar bang.” Witness said: “I was working outside of Hanwood and as I commented to my workmate about the TWO jets that were flying over. There was a DOUBLE bang overhead obviously they were hitting the sound barrier and the TWO bangs were sonic boom.” Witness said: “Sat at home around 4pm and heard the very loud bang. I live in Lime Street, Belle Vue. Lots of the neighbours were outside checking their roofs and the sky to see what it was. I thought my chimney had collapsed or the workman two doors down had hit a gas main!” “Gemma” said: “I heard it too, Also friends who were in Sundorne, Oteley Road, Springfield, Ellesmere Road and the town centre also heard it.” “TAR” said: “The majority of people heard a very loud bang in the Guildhall at Frankwell (sounded like a very heavy object falling over on the floor above) and it was also very loud in Copthorne, the internal doors shook and we thought our boiler had blown up (but thankfully not).

• Ex's grrrr
  by Lois Romer

  Why do ex’s think they know everything and after 5 years dont realise that having to attend childrens functions and school interviews etc…

  Why do ex’s think they know everything and after 5 years dont realise that having to attend childrens functions and school interviews etc can end in an argument. I have put up for the last 5 years attending these things with the kids father there also and it jsut ends in me wihsing i was sitting in another room and being thoroughly embarrased by his attitude towards others. He acts liek he is so much better than everyone else, i dont end up enjoying the evening at all. He tried to tell me i should get phsych help tonight, all because he mentioned booking in to see the teachers for the interviews and i said i had already booked. You only get a few minutes with each teacher and last time I came away known the wiser as to watch I should be doing to help my child. The girls live with me majority of the time so i am the one here in the evenings to help with homework. Well that was my gripe and I hope im not the only one that has this problem.

• Hmm... just wondering...
  by Crockpot

  Let me preface this by saying I love Red Bubble so far – it’s my favorite POD site! We have shops set up on 4 other sites, and RB, in …

  Let me preface this by saying I love Red Bubble so far – it’s my favorite POD site! We have shops set up on 4 other sites, and RB, in my humble opinion, is the best. That being said, I’m frustrated with some stuff. The biggest problems are the watermarking issues (which I know are being worked on) and the fact that I can’t do anything about the positioning of our images on products. For instance, I’m concerned about the way some images might print on cards. If you look at the Mr. Frog’s Fireside Holiday card preview it looks like the text will probably get cut off at the bottom. BUT if you then zoom in on it, it looks fine! Does anyone know whether or not this is a problem? Does RB have any control over how this will print? Do they have a good quality control program in place to insure the image is not cut off? I’m only expressing concern because I know at Zazzle, they claim to have stellar quality control over the products; yet many people I know have ordered product and been very disappointed with the quality. (And don’t even get me started on their return policy…!) I have some other little nit-picky issues with Red Bubble, but I’m just trying to be patient and have faith that the kinks will be worked out. If anyone has any advice or experiences they’d like to share, I’d love to hear from you all! :)

• POV on the Virtual Net, etc.
  by Crowmanic

  ”... it is very easy to terrorise people into behaving properly. If you make an example, the more ludicrous the better. Take a guy who st…

  ”... it is very easy to terrorise people into behaving properly. If you make an example, the more ludicrous the better. Take a guy who steals a 99 cent document from Bell Telephone (this actually happened). Well you smash the shit out of him and take away all of his computer equipment and put him in jail. You make a big thing out of it to let everyone know that this happened and a guy who stole 99 cents worth of data is being persecuted to the max. Everyone then goes “Oops, I had better not do that. ... “There is also an optimistic take on the net which says that the people who are involved or value highly the potential for free exchange of information and ideas will somehow organise resistance within and outside the net. However, I don’t see much sign of this happening as you might expect. Resistance inside the Net is virtual resistance, a show of resistance, not the substance. People talk about free speech but it’s all intellectual, abstract and virtual. ... “The medium itself encourages a disengagement from bodily reality. In some sense every medium has done that. By very definition a medium is a bridge that allows a connection. A bridge also serves a function of separating. ... ~ Hakim Bey

• Remote control planes and fringe eating puppies.
  by Michelle Dry

  Well this won’t be a long one, but as with all the others it will make you wonder about my life… Oh yes. So yesterday my brother had…

  Well this won’t be a long one, but as with all the others it will make you wonder about my life… Oh yes. So yesterday my brother had a rather excited look on his face when he received a rather large box in the mail. I was not there to witness the initial look, but he was kind enough to hold the expression until I arrived at his house. His girlfriend also arrived at a similar time. So there he is opening his box to reveal…. A remote control plane, an indestructable one at that… So of course and indestructable plane has to be flown. So the three of us trapsed towards a nearby park. Julie was prepared enough to iron her stewards uniform and all conversation had to sound as though we were in a plane. I don’t quite know how I didn’t get any glamourous part, instead I became the flight tower. ‘Flight 122, if you could prepare to take off…. The run way is now clear and ready for you.’ Pilot Ro, ‘I am prepared and ready for take off.’ / Julie, ‘the passengers are all seated and ready to take off. Although there is a couple in the toilet who are taking rather too long. It’s okay they are out now…They look a little bit flustered…’ / ‘Hello passengers, we are now about commence our inaugral flight around Merick Park. Please follow the safety procedures by your chief stewardess Julie. / Stewardess: ‘Ladies and gentlemen before we commence this flight I will demonstrate all the safety facilities on board this aeroplane.’ / Flight Tower ‘Can we hurry up, I’m getting cold!’ So you can imagine the scene, other than that a rather excited dalmation puppy came bounding over to us. I half expected it to take the indestructable plane and chew it. Instead it kindly wiped it’s muddy paws all over the flight tower and stewardess and then proceeded to jump up and eat my hair. It isn’t often that a red head can be found with a dalmation puppy dangling from her fringe, but somehow I managed it. In fact I am quite proud of the amazing feat. I wondered whether it could become a circus act. Michelle Dry and the amazing fringe chewing puppy! Kids would love it. But there is only so much fringe a puppy can chew and as much as I have considered becoming a wig factory because my hair grows so fast, I did not think I would be capable of two shows of fringe a day. Anyway the puppy got distracted by a dogs mess bin. Actually my brother and I wondered whether it had bee so well trained that it sought out dogs mess bins and used them as toilets to save the owner chasing after it with a blue plastic bag. Obviously the next advancement would be for the puppy to use a toilet brush and clean the edge… Anyway enough about the advance of puppy pooping techniques. Although I wondered if the little guy may consider carrying a book and a toilet roll. I deviated, sorry. Anyway the owner of the puppy asked my brother whether he was a pilot. My brother said yes meaning that he was the pilot of the small plane he was carrying. He then introduced me as the flight tower and his girlfriend as the stewardess. Obviously the puppy owner didn’t quite get it, he meant was my brother a real pilot. It turns out his brother is a pilot. So to the hill and lift off. So we lauched the plane and after a few technical difficulties we soon learned that no matter what you did with the controls you could not control the damned thing. We first realised this when it spun round 360 degrees and flew at us all. We scattered in all direction and the stewardess dived for the ground narrowly missing an in air collision. Never mind. We thought we would try again. My brother then informed us of an incident with his last plane that went of control that almost hit a person, who unknowingly bent over to pick up something he had dropped and narrowly missed a remote control plane colliding with the back of his head. What’s more the guy was completely oblivious to the incident. Anyway all three of us took a turn. It soon became apparent that we were all crap. That was until some guys walked along the valley with their dog. Suddenly we all became experts. That was until ‘the incident.’ We were laughing about how my brother almost hit that guy with his last plane. I said how annoyed I would have been… So my brother takes the controls and shows us how well he can fly. He was doing okay, that is until the plane comes straight for us. When I say us I mean me. So what do you do? You run, you get low and you scream hysterically. The plane continues to pursue you directly above your head. The men with the dog stopped. The dog barked. I ran and ran and ran bent over. The bloody plane was right by my ear. If I had been any closer or any higher I would have ended up having my head shaved. I tell you I ran for atleast five minute finally I dived onto the wet ground while the plane veered off and crashed. My brother and Julie ran over. ‘Are you okay?’ / Well I was apart from having the equivalent to a giant bee pursuing me. / The guys with the dog came over. Apparently it looked amazing. They thought it was part of a film and that I was a stunt woman. / My brother looked apologetic but could not help laughing to himself. I tell you what do you do? It was an accident, but I wonder whether there was a subconscious desire to get back at me for all the years I was ‘the big sister.’ Anyway moral of the story: do not allow your brother to fly radio contolled planes at your head. If it is really necessary invest in an indestructable plane proof helmet!

• Quality control + my first sales!
  by mattman

  OK! / Two lovely people just bought 2 of my designs. That makes me proud so I’m stoked. I do want to point out that I have not receive…

  OK! / Two lovely people just bought 2 of my designs. That makes me proud so I’m stoked. I do want to point out that I have not received the one I bought yet so I hope the quality is as good as everything I have bought from Red Bubble so far, I followed the artwork upload guidelines so there is no reason it shouldn’t be. The way I’m going to work this is to keep the price of my work as low as possible until I’ve checked the quality by buying it myself. Then once I know the designs reproduce I’ll put a mark up on them and if I do make any money I’ll put it into my charity fund. So I guess if you buy in the first few weeks of me posting you’ll get the best price! / Thanks again to whomever you are, I’m a happy Tee designer thanks to you.

• Just Like Him
  by Adrena87

  Winter’s hand graced delicately-arched brows / of golden hue with his frosted touch / Her eyes solemn with loss / As memories flooded her mi…

  Winter’s hand graced delicately-arched brows / of golden hue with his frosted touch / Her eyes solemn with loss / As memories flooded her mind like large / black flies dancing on a loose-hinged / screen door on a fire-red July afternoon / Fighting herself… / She lay perplexed staring at the ceiling / above her in the darkness / She had let go… / In her heart she had made the final decision / to release herself from his stagnant control / But now… in the dark hours… he returned / To taunt her with bittersweet images / Images merely existing in her mind / Damn him for invading her now / Damn him for haunting her mind / That would be just like him… / To be there when she no longer desired him / That would be just like him

• I HATE AFFECT REGULATION!!
  by IdKid

  Today I finally realised why it is I hate the term ‘affect regulation’ so much. Not only because in language terms it represent professio…

  Today I finally realised why it is I hate the term ‘affect regulation’ so much. Not only because in language terms it represent professional jargon and can exclude people, but also because it seeks to encapsulate and oversimplify the experience of emotion. / I think everyone knows that our emotions are what make us human and the compexity of these emotions is what adds colour to our lives. I feel that our goal should not be to regulate these intense and real experiences, but rather to understand them. No catch-all phrase or title can explain why it is that we sometimes do the things we do. Why we get tied up in knots and why we create such vivid and amazing things to help us make sense of our worlds. The term also implies that the emotions and the experience of them is somehow secondary to the need to regaulate their impact on our physical self and our behaviour. I think this ties into that age old battlle between personal instinct and social control. What is human nature and can it be trusted. Does it exist? Stop me if I’m getting too deep into a simple and well accepted concept. I’d love to get your thoughts on this. It’s something that’s been on miy mind for some time now. / Let’s get philosophical…..philosphical….I wanna get philosophical! Now I just need to find my tights, legwarmers, singlet and headband….oh and my gender ambiguity.

• Stuck
  by ktspinstu

  So there is this naging feeling, deep down inside me, that is eating away at me. Everywhere I go, everything I write, everything I read, ...

  So there is this naging feeling, deep down inside me, that is eating away at me. Everywhere I go, everything I write, everything I read, he’s there hiding behind the words and pictures. Sometimes he’s not even hiding, he’s right there be it in my mind or for real. / My writing is plauged by us and him. My friend’s stuff even hints at him! You see billboards about abuse on the highway every day. Everything my new boyfriend does reminds me of him. And I see him when I drive into town. / HE IS EVERYWHERE! / I feel fine in the daylight surounded by friends. But when I’m alone, especialy in the dark, I feel lost and helpless, like he’s there watching my every move. When I’m with my boyfriend it gets worse. Buddy’s hands aren’t his own when I close my eyes. His lips do not belong to him in the dark. And I fall silently back into the trap of torment. / Will I ever really be able to leave him?

• sold one of my shirts
  by mindlessconsumer

  Im so stoked i sold one of my shirts! I would like to thank the buyer of my “Take Control” shirt and i hope that they like it. than…

  Im so stoked i sold one of my shirts! I would like to thank the buyer of my “Take Control” shirt and i hope that they like it. thankyou for your support.

• The Duke lost control
  by TheDukeProject

  The Duke snapped today. The Duke lost control. The Duke was hungry, so The Duke thought he would stop in at a fast food store. The Duke p…

  The Duke snapped today. The Duke lost control. The Duke was hungry, so The Duke thought he would stop in at a fast food store. The Duke put his foot out the door and stepped in a pile of rubbish. The Duke had dirtied this Brando shoes. The Duke thought, this is not cool. The Duke look up and saw the bin was only 3m away from this pile of rubbish. The Duke thought this could of been avoided if the pig humper who did this had only walked 3 or 4 more paces. The Duke was not pleased. In fact The Duke was pissed. The Duke heard laughter and found that they were directing it at The Duke. The Duke thought, that is not cool. The Duke reached into the glove box of his borrowed Mercedes. The Duke was surprised at what he found. The Duke found a 12” Dildo. The Duke smiled and thought this will do. The Duke launched out of his seat and started to give this Gang-Starr a thrashing of a lifetime. The Duke found himself yelling, “ THIS IS NOT COOL, THIS IS NOT COOL. The Gang-Starr had started to cry. The Duke regained composer. The Duke straighten his suit. The Duke left the store. The Duke was no longer hungry. The Duke thought that this experience, was not cool. The Duke says, put your rubbish in the bin.

• Oh, the adherents.
  by saiminyaku

  DISCLAIMER: _This text was written solely in the intent of explaining a personal outlook. The person being myself and in no way was thi…

  DISCLAIMER: This text was written solely in the intent of explaining a personal outlook. The person being myself and in no way was this an effort to offend or induce questioning of one’s faith. Simply written as a venting writing exercise. I have a lot of religious friends and again, I’d like to make it known that this wasn’t written for the purpose to offend. Readers take caution if you’re prone to getting offended by blunt terms. If there is one thing I cannot rationalize with is individuals pressing their faiths upon others. It’s not their fault though, there is no sin in “spreading the word of God.” It’s provoked, which is also something that bothers me about the whole ordeal. I’m not religious by any means of the term. However, I do not frown upon those that find faith in something. I simply just have spent years of my teen years studying theology so I really have no bias to any of the many religions I’ve read up on. It’s the only way to truly absorb each and every variant of faith for it’s impact on a adolescent heart. I much long ago completely irradicated the subject from the way I live my life. I’ve read so far into a few scriptures of biblical proportions and I really can’t understand why in the world half of what these people believe into being something more powerful than national loyalty. Under some impressions I’ve got from reading these, I feel nothing but fear of god. Theophobacy. Apparently, we weren’t meant to be as knowledgeable as we are and that the sins of such roles called, “Adam & Eve” we were preordained “the race of the sinned.” This however, would then further the argumentative religious debate we were created in God’s image. which would lead more beliefs under the idea that Jesus was not a vessel but the true son of god. What i am saying is, this kind of argument over something paper manifested with only loaded history books to say be true is ridiculous. A history book is different with every nation and even solely in some states due government (state/federal) conditioning. If there was a God, anyone who would have looked into the bible deeply, would fear God more than love. I’d think they’d worship out of fear and not of rejoice for the Lord. All I’ve seen in my time here in the name of a deity are wars. Various religions fighting for their god against the people of another god for centuries. Where to kill people of your same god is a sin, however, when fighting in the name of your god in a ‘crusade’ will deem you the ability to kill and die without sin. Even suicide in some region’s faith are tolerable if for the greater word of their god. Would I really want anything to do with something that portrays the defintion of the word, ‘scapegoat’ oh so accurately? I honestly really don’t know. You look at the world today and you find yourself looking for something to believe in. So much deception across the lands we consider to be home; whether far off fantasies or the actual everyday occurrence. With being in times worthy of the history books simply because it could never be easily forgotten, it’s hard to stand on your own two feet without someone to catch you there if you fall. This of course, is a mental battle which some take the route of finding faith in what can’t let them down; religion. The guidelines are all there in the books we have now. No revisions have ever been made to this day and from so many centuries before. Who decided that the bible should end and not forever be continued? It’s things like this that also that make me look the way I do at traditionalism. People are so afraid of change. The same way people are afraid of the uncertain. Who really knows what life is like after death? Near-death experiences are bias due the huge popular culture impact religion has made since it’s dawning. Anything you see during that time of ‘uncertainty’ such as an angelic expression or whatever, can all easily excused as hallucinations or something slightly short of dreaming. Things of chemical evidence and research to support that statement exist. The truth really never could be known in the eyes of the seer. The only reason I’ve written this rant is simply so people know that when I say I’m not religious, It means I’ve spent three years looking at most published faith offers and turned my back to it the moment it gave birth to more questions than it ever answered. The questions are of no use unless you listened to what a priest or majority of had interpreted certain passages of the bible to really mean. There is no way to find the true answer to any of those questions manifested by the faults and broadness of the very book. I simply just rather not be put into the position of being pressed on with another’s faith. If I seek salvation or not, it’s none of your concern nor is it gonna be by the influence of anyone but my own will. So don’t bother saying anything to me about it because if it’s in faith’s best interest, it could easily be considered a biast effort. That’s all I’ll see it for. That, and overly righteous self-justification. I’ll make my own choice, if I ever feels there’s one to make.

• Give it time...
  by Rachel Hofton

  ... guess things will mend themselves… 6 months gone what a year it’s been… more and more things in my world come tumbling down… la…

  ... guess things will mend themselves… 6 months gone what a year it’s been… more and more things in my world come tumbling down… latest and maybe greatest i caused a fire from losing control… now i don’t have my pillow i can’t sleep… my DSLR has carked it right when i was into project 365… what’s next is all i can think of… outbursts making me a danger to myself and those around… i need something to give me reason to believe again… nearly a month been working… still my pay isn’t in… now we have no manager… the joys just go on… ... get beyond in need of something… no camera begins to kill me… so i burrow money and get a new camera… each time i have a play it gets better… it’s just a point and shoot but has so many feautures including fully manuel and i believe even raw… makes project 365 doable i don’t know what else though