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KONY 2012

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I wish to be a subject, not an object; to be moved by reasons, by conscious purposes, which are my own, not by causes which affect me, as it were, from outside.


Isaiah Berlin, Two Concepts of Liberty

"The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them." 


Mark Twain

Amsterdam for the weekend

Hopefully I'll come back as cool as this guy.

A very wet New Year's Day

Happy New Year folks. I spent my last hours of 2011 and first hours of 2012 at an awesome night at The Book Club in London, with lots of great soul, funk and disco to start, and a phenomenal reggae set from the Specials legend Jerry Dammers to finish. What an awesome way to start the year, long may it continue.

I thought this song was appropriate for today, in a very rainy London, and Gwen McCrae is one of the many soul divas DJ Format played last night. Happy days.

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.


Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - Am ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.


In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.


If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


Wilfred Owen

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.

Plato.

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A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him. 

George Orwell

Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.


Albert Einstein.