So I’ve been trying to upload this video for like three days now, and it has finally succeeded. It basically is just documentation of the past year I’ve spent with my beautiful Ashley and our little adventures. I’ll be perfectly honest and say you will probably not love this as much as I do, because it’s full of some of my favorite people and memories. We took most of these pictures in HD but to upload it, Vimeo decided to compress it all so it looks kinda funky. Hope you enjoy it.
During the early seventeenth century the port city of Sale on the Moroccan coast became a haven for pirates from all over the world, eventually evolving into a free, proto-anarchist state that attracted, among others, poor, outcast Europeans who came in droves to begin new lives of piracy preying upon the trade ships of their former home countries.
Among these European Renegadoes was the Dread Captain Bellamy; his hunting ground was the Straits of Gibraltar, where all ships with legitimate commerce changed course at the mention of his name, often to no avail. One Captain of a captured merchant vessel was treated to this speech by Bellamy after declining an invitation to join the pirates:
I am sorry they won’t let you have your sloop again, for I scorn to do anyone a mischief, when it is not to my advantage; damn the sloop, we must sink her, and she might be of use to you. Though you are a sneaking puppy, and so are all those who submit to be governed by laws which rich men have made for their own security; for the cowardly whelps have not the courage otherwise to defend what they get by knavery; but damn ye altogether: damn them for a pack of crafty rascals, and you, who serve them, for a parcel of hen-hearted numbskulls. They vilify us, the scoundrels do, when there is only this difference, they rob the poor under the cover of law, forsooth, and we plunder the rich under protection of our own courage. Had you not better make then one of us, than sneak after these villains for employment?
When the captain replied that his conscience would not let him break the laws of God and man, the pirate Bellamy continued:
You are a devilish conscience rascal, I am a free prince, and I have as much authority to make war on the whole world as he who has a hundred sail of ships at sea and an army of 100,000 men in the field, and this my conscience tells me; but there is no arguing with such sniveling puppies, who allow superiors to kick them about deck at pleasure.
Excerpt from Days of War, Nights of Love
“They may have made a fraction of the money made by America’s desperately poor today, but they did not feel poverty in the same way, for their lives were not spent drifting through a sea of strangers.”
http://restoringmayberry.blogspot.ca/2012/05/homewreckers.html
“Perhaps the most popular, however, was willow — sallies or silver-sticks here in Ireland, osiers in Britain, vikker in Old Norse, the last of which became our word “wicker.” They are highly pliable when young or wet, lightweight and tough when dried, and grow so quickly that a new crop of branches up to three metres long can be harvested each year. As one of the earliest trees to grow back after an old tree falls and leaves a gap of sunlight in the forest, or after a forest fire razes an area, they are perhaps the tree closest to a weed in behaviour.”
“Their roots spread rapidly under the surface of the soil, making them an ideal crop to halt erosion. Their fast growth makes an excellent windbreak, the basis of most hedgerows, and makes them particularly useful in our era for sequestering carbon and combating climate change. In addition, the bark of the white willow (Salix alba) can be boiled to form acetecylic acid, or aspirin.”
-Low-tech Magazine: http://www.lowtechmagazine.com/2012/02/basketry-the-art-of-producing-sustainable-consumer-goods.html
i’m tearing myself apart
quietly, no one can see
i’m eating off my own flesh
cannibalistic
these thoughts just stay circling
these doubts just keep creeping
these pains just keep lingering
these fears keep awakening
three days of depression
and i’m here,
silently gnawing
myself into bits and pieces, listless
agonized
….
stupid pisces.
hundreds of our words begin to lose their meaning
people with a faint flame exploit it into fire
flicker vapidly to catch the eyes of
the unintentional, the incredulous pain
the worth of the gravity loosens, slips up
you gravitate, soar off the floor
away from me
pounding my hands to deaf ears
pounding my flesh pointlessly
you don’t care
you’re spiralling upward, the cieling of stars
opens up while you’re asked to be born
reborn
away from me, away from these misunderstandings
you’ll grasp at the vapid empty straws
slippery, wet, yours but not yet
there’s something that you have to see
before you can leave from this dream
before you can be rid of me, baby
the emptiness grows, the field’s lightly sewn
we’re shadows, we prance in this sand
our fingerprints faded, your lips, so deflated
compared to the fullness I know, I knew
now I watch as you fly to the moon, my moon
with my nightmare, the waking too soon
we’re doomed
That’s about right. Sing it, Liger!
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wednesday bunny jumping to excess glasses BUNNYY!@@!!!!!!!!!
Yeahhhh, shove it, Disney.
So…about my childhood, Disney? Um………..would you mind paying these people what they deserve for making it a little more special to me? Yeah, if I had known anything about this, all my little friends would have too, and we would all think you’re mean.
amandaataraxia 