If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

And then goes on to make the video below with a hellishly long 3 minute intro. People wont stay around to listen to Ogden Nash’s Great Poem read by Jarvis Cocker. They’ll skip it. You Avatar isnt that cool Dude. Ah well… perhaps they can watch the graphic above as well…?

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I’m not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don’t know me,
but I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.
‘Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice.
And when justive is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom. Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

Requiem For The Americas:

Touch For The Volcano Site

Brothers of sun ascend
Be amongst us
Be there, not afraid…
Sisters of moon ascend
Be there, not afraid…

As all my life ascended
There the angels sang inside of me
The more you realize the more you gain
As though there’s something living said
There beyond the garden of the windows
Rest upon the life
Lay it on the line

There lies the souls within the lost world
Where memory is forgotten
On the magic Horse of Fire
And all the world’s are locked in memory
Caught within our apathy
You get the picture not the story
Honor your past
Honor your life
Honor the history of the ancients
As every thought creates a backlash
The senseless death
The waste

Should it be a mantra
Should it be a book
You give a little knowledge
Realizing the glory of the wise
And the ancient lives…

Should it be a mantra
Should it be a book
You give a little knowledge
Realizing the glory of the wise
And the ancient lives…

Should it be a mantra
Should it be a book
You give a little knowledge
Realizing the glory of the wise
And the ancient lives…

Sisters of moon ascend
Be amongst us,
Be there not afraid

Brothers of sun ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there not afraid

Brothers of sky ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there, not afraid

Mothers of the earth ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there not afraid.

Sisters of moon ascend
Be amongst us,
Be there not afraid

Brothers of sun ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there not afraid

Brothers of sky ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there, not afraid

Mothers of the earth ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there not afraid.

LEAD VOCAL/LYRICS: Jon Anderson.

“Magic, chance, providence, whatever word you choose, it’s a powerful force in everyone’s life. I didn’t realize how much until I was down a trail that has occupied me and a great many others for the past couple of years.

I composed the songs on Requiem as a tribute to the spirit and vision of the Native American. … My wish with Requiem is to reflect the inspiration from all I’ve absorbed remaining attentive and true to the spirit of these native tales.” – Jonathon Elias, NYC, August ‘89

Hiawatha not all but :

By the shore of gitche gumee
By the shining big-sea-water
At the doorway of the wigwam
In the early summer morning

Hiawatha stood and waited
All the air was full of freshness
All the earth was bright and joyous
And before him through the sunshine

Westward toward the neighbouring forest
Passed in golden swams the ahmo
Passed the bees the honey-makers
Burning singing in the sunshine

Bright above him shone the heavens
Level spread the lake before him;
From it’s bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling flashing in the sunshine

On it’s margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water
Every tree-top had it’s shadow
Motionless beneath the water

From the bow of hiawatha
Gone was every trace of sorrow
As the fog from off the water
As the mist of the meadow
With a smile of joy and gladness
With a look of exultation
As of one who in a vision
Sees what is to be but is not

Stood and waited hiawatha
Toward the sun his hands were lifted
Both the palms spread out towards it
And between the parted fingers

Feel the sunshine on his features
Flecked with light his naked shoulders
As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
Through the rifted leaves and branches

O’er the water floating flying
Something in the hazy distance
Something in the mist of morning
Loomed and lifted from the water
Now seemed floating now seemed flying
Coming nearer nearer nearer
Was it shingebis the diver?
Or the pelican the shada?

Or the heron the shuh-shuh-gah?
Or the white goose waw-be-wawa
With the water dripping flashing
From it’s glossy neck and feathers?

It was neither goose or diver
Neither pelican nor heron
O’er the water floating flying
Through the shining mist of morning

But a birch canoe with paddles
Rising sinking in the sunshine
Dripping flashing in the sunshine
And within it came a people
Can it be the sun descending
O’er the level plain of water
Or the red swan floatin flying
Wounded by the magic arrow

Staining all the waves with crimson
With the crimson of it’s lifeblood
Filling all the air with splendour
Filling all the air with plumage

Yes it is the sun descending
Sinking down into the water
All the sky is stained with purple
All the water flushed with crimson!

No it is the red swan floating
Diving down beneath the water
To the sky it’s wings are lifted
With it’s blood the waves are reddened!

Over it the star of evening
Melts and trembles through the purple
Hangs suspended in the twilight
Walks in silence through the heavens!

And This :

An extract from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

During the interval there was a cool draught in Hélène’s box as the door opened and in walked Anatole, stopping and trying not to brush against anyone.

‘Allow me to introduce my brother,’ said Hélène, her eyes shifting uneasily from Natasha to Anatole. Natasha turned her pretty little head towards the handsome adjutant and smiled at him over her bare shoulder. Anatole, who was just as handsome close to as he had been from a distance, sat down beside her and said this was a delight he had long been waiting for, ever since the Naryshkins’ ball, where he had had the unforgettable pleasure of seeing her. Kuragin was much more astute and straightforward with women than he ever was in male company. He talked with an easy directness, and Natasha was agreeably surprised to discover that this man, the butt of so much gossip, had nothing formidable about him – quite the reverse, his face wore the most innocent, cheery and open-hearted of smiles.

Kuragin asked what she thought of the opera, and told her that at the last performance Semyonova had fallen down on stage.

‘Oh, by the way, Countess,’ he said, suddenly treating her like a close friend of long standing, ‘we’re getting up a fancy-dress ball. You must come – it’s going to be great fun. They’re all getting together at the Arkharovs’. Please come. You will, won’t you?’ As he spoke he never took his smiling eyes off Natasha, her face, her neck, her exposed arms. Natasha knew for certain he was besotted with her. She liked this, yet she could feel the temperature rising and she was beginning to feel somehow cornered and constrained in his presence. When she wasn’t looking at him she could sense him gazing at her shoulders, and she found herself trying to catch his eye to make him look at her face. But when she looked into his eyes she was shocked to realize that the usual barrier of modesty that existed between her and other men was no longer there between the two of them. It had taken five minutes for her to feel terribly close to this man, and she scarcely knew what was happening to her. Whenever she turned away she bristled at the thought that he might seize her from behind by her bare arm and start kissing her on the neck. They were going on about nothing in particular, yet she felt closer to him than she had ever been to any other man. Natasha kept glancing round at Hélène and her father for help – what did it all mean? – but Hélène was deep in conversation with a general and didn’t respond to her glance, and her father’s eyes conveyed nothing but their usual message, ‘Enjoying yourself? Jolly good. I’m so pleased.’

There was an awkward silence, during which Anatole, the personification of cool determination, never took his voracious eyes off her, and Natasha broke it by asking whether he liked living in Moscow. She coloured up the moment the question was out of her mouth. She couldn’t help feeling there was something improper about even talking to him. Anatole smiled an encouraging smile.

‘Oh, I didn’t like it much at first. Well, what is it that makes a town nice to live in? It’s the pretty women, isn’t it? Well, now I do like it, very much indeed,’ he said, with a meaningful stare. ‘You will come to the fancy-dress ball, Countess? Please come,’ he said. Putting his hand out to touch her bouquet he lowered his voice and added in French, ‘You’ll be the prettiest woman there. Do come, dear Countess, and give me this flower as your pledge.’

Natasha didn’t understand a word of this – any more than he did – but she felt that behind his incomprehensible words there was some dishonourable intention. Not knowing how to respond, she turned away as if she hadn’t heard him. But the moment she turned away she could feel him right behind her, very close.

‘Now what? Is he embarrassed? Is he angry? Should I put things right?’ she wondered. She couldn’t help turning round. She looked him straight in the eyes. One glance at him, standing so close, with all that self-assurance and the warmth of his sweet smile, and she was lost. She stared into his eyes, and her smile was the mirror-image of his. And again she sensed with horror there was no barrier between the two of them.

The curtain rose again. Anatole strolled out of the box, a picture of composure and contentment. Natasha went back to her father’s box, completely taken by the new world she found herself in. All that was happening before her eyes now seemed absolutely normal. By contrast, all previous thoughts of her fiancé, Princess Marya, her life in the country, never even crossed her mind. It was as if it all belonged to the distant past.

Ive worked in Mental Hospitals, I spent six months on a Psychiatic Hospital’s Acute Admissions Ward. I have Stories. An army Northern Ireland Sniper who wanted to be a tree surgeon and his girlfriend who used to write Baudelaire in perfect french…backwards, the moaning lady who spent 6 weeks rocking backwards and forwards saying No No No No , I tried everything including singing hymns, ECT knocked it out of her. Poor Margaret thinking everyone was against her, her friends were against her, of course the fact that she was forcibly admitted by her husband and Doctor….I used to rub cream into her cracked feet.. It worked….”Madness” hhmmm… Pink Floyd Dark Side of The Moon ” Ive been mad for fucking years, over the edge for yonks.. I know I am mad, Ive always been mad…” Ive worked in long stay places “One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest is real” Chemical Straight Jackets! …. He had been released from a mental hospital three months before, told to be a good boy and take his medicine. He didnt he took crack instead..He stomped on a guys face til the guy died of facial injuries. His brief asked for a three year hospital order. a probation officer I know delt with the case, he made a few calls, the guy got 16 years. … Kate knows … Heres a story:

Copied From : http://katebush.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=dreaming&thread=1712&page=5 THE WHOLE STORY: This house is full of m-m-madness...

“The quiet, aloof couple’s son, called Jackie, won a scholarship to a grammar school, and then went on to medical school, from which he graduated in 1943. He married Hannah Daly, three years his senior, a County Waterford Irish farmer’s daughter turned Epsom nurse, became a GP in Bexley, and bought East Wickham Farm.”
~ Waiting for Kate Bush, Mendelssohn (2004, p.38)

“Kate’s father was an exceptionally determined student who won a scholarship to Grays grammar school and went on to medical school. He graduated in 1943 and married Hannah Daly, a staff nurse at Long Grove Hospital in Epsom…”
~ Kate Bush, Vermorel (1983, p.52)

Long Grove Hospital was in the news recently, when historians working at the Surrey History Centre in Woking discovered two volumes of records in the ruins of Long Grove.

At least 43 female typhoid carriers were locked up for life in a mental hospital, the BBC has learned. The women were held at Long Grove asylum in Epsom, Surrey, in the period between 1907 and its closure in 1992. Nursing staff told a BBC investigation that some of the women may have been sane when they were admitted but went mad because of their incarceration. Most of the records from the hospital were destroyed after it shut down. But historians working at the Surrey History Centre in Woking discovered two volumes of records in the ruins of Long Grove. Former nurses have told the BBC how the asylum was run like a prison. Jeanie Kennett, a ward manager who worked at Long Grove for 40 years, said it was a “basic existence” for the patients. “They’re somebody’s loved ones, they’re somebody’s mother, or sister, everybody had forgotten about them – they were just locked away,” she said. “Life was pretty tough; they were seen as objects, it was prison-like – everything was lock and key.”
BBC News, Monday, 28 July 2008

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/uk/7528045.stm

LONG GROVE HOSPITAL

Previous names:
Long Grove Asylum (1907 – 1918)
Long Grove Mental Hospital (1918 – 1937)

Her record company knew better than to push Kate Bush.
KB: “I’m left alone to work on albums. If there was any outside pressure I’d completely go under and probably have to be put away in an institution somewhere.”
Tracks, “Love, Trust and Hitler”, November 1989

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i89_tr.html

Long Grove Hospital used to be a mental hospital in Epsom, Surrey in the United Kingdom. c1890 London County Council bought all the land belonging to the Manor of Horton in Epsom, Surrey, to develop a complex of asylums which was to become the largest in Europe. Long Grove Hospital was built 1903 to 1907 and opened in June 1907. It was the tenth London County Asylum and fourth in the Epsom Cluster.

KB: “Well, one of the first records I ever bought was called They’re Coming To Take Me Away, Hah Hah by Napoleon the 14th. I thought that was great!”
MTV, Unedited, November 1985

http://gaffa.org/reaching/iv85_m1.html

The Epsom hospitals were at the forefront of advances in psychiatric medicine. Between the wars they were associated with London research departments and introduced new treatments such as electro-convulsive therapy, insulin treatment, and induced malaria therapy. When the Epsom hospitals were founded, they were intended to be cut off from the surrounding community. The first changes in this policy came after the War, and the use of chlorpromazine and related drugs in the 1950s led to further changes.

Recruitment of staff was a constant problem at first. The untrained male attendants and female nurses received between £18 and £39 per annum and free board and lodging. Men had to ask permission to marry and only single women were employed. Often several members of a family worked at the hospitals and their social life was often based there.

The Long Grove asylum was the third to follow the Bexley Asylum Plan for accommodation for 2,000 patients. The improved financial situation of the council allowed the use of red brick and marginally more embellishment as opposed to yellow stock brick at Horton and Bexley sites. Later additions included a nurses home (c.1910) almost identical to those added at Bexley and Horton but situated north of the laundry.

Interviewer: “But, you know, in one or two of the American reviews of The Dreaming, your music has been described as “schizophrenic”… And it seems to me that, in a manner of speaking, your music represents a virtual compendium of psychopathology; I mean to say, it is alternatively hysterical, melancholic, psychotic, paranoid, obsessional, and so on…”
Musician (unedited), Peter Swales, Fall 1985

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i85_swa.html

Peter Swales, for those who are interested, is a friend of the Bush family, and he is the author of several papers on aspects of psycho-analysis (Gaffa).

If Hannah Daly was a staff nurse at Long Grove Hospital in Epsom, then it seems likely that Kate’s mother was a psychiatric nurse.

At one time, just before leaving school, she had an ambition to become either a psychiatrist or a social worker. Both careers made sense to her as an alternative to her first love: “I guess it’s the thinking bit,” she told me, “trying to communicate with people and help them out, the emotional aspect. It’s so sad to see good, nice people emotionally upset when they could be so happy. The reason I chose those sort of things is that they are, in a way, the things I do with music. When I write songs I really like to explore the mental area, the emotional values. Although in a way you can say that being a psychiatrist is more purposeful than writing music, in many ways it isn’t, because a lot of people take a great deal of comfort from music. I know I do. It’s very much a therapeutic thing, not only for me. If [people] let it into their ears, that is all I can ask for. And if they think about it afterwards or during it, that is even more fantastic. There are so many writers and so many messages, to be chosen out of all of them is something very special. The messages are things that maybe could help people, like observing the situation where an emotional game is being played, and maybe making people think about it again.”
It was March 1978 when Kate Bush said those things.
“Stand By Your Mantra”, Classic Rock magazine, December 2005

http://gaffa.org/reaching/iv05_classicrock.html

After speaking to Kris Needs for over 90 minutes, KaTe said “It’s like two psychiatrists talking” (ZigZag, 1980) – a somewhat strange comparison to make! Kate’s father, Dr Bush, became a GP in Bexley. So maybe he was also a psychiatrist. And if both KaTe’s parents were involved in psychiatric services, no wonder KaTe had an ambition to become a psychiatrist or to write songs like Babooshka, The Infant Kiss, Get Out Of My House, Mother Stands For Comfort, etc.

Q: Would you make a good therapist?
KB: “I really don’t know. When I was little, I really wanted to be a psychiatrist. That’s what I always said at school. I had this idea of helping people, I suppose, but I found the idea of people’s inner psychology fascinating, particularly in my teens. Mind you, it’s probably just as well I didn’t become one. I would have driven all these people to madness. I’m better off just fiddling around in studios… Having said that, I think some of my lyrics were just, well, mad, really. And why not! … ”
Q: You wouldn’t make a good Lady Macbeth?
KB: “Lady Macbeth? (Laughs) No. To tell you the truth, I’m not that intrigued by acting. If someone offered me something really interesting, especially someone I admired, I’d do it because I’d be crazy not to. But I’m no actress. I don’t have the talent or the temperament.”

Free Da Avatars!

Q, “Booze, Fags, Blokes And Me”, December 1993

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i93_q.html

LONG GROVE MENTAL HOSPITAL: Famous Patients

Famous patients include Josef Hassid (a Polish violin prodigy), Ronnie Kray (one of the Kray twins) and George Pelham (a man who survived the sinking of two ships, including the RMS Titanic).

KB: “I’d rather hang on to madness than normality…”
Record Mirror, “The Shock of the New” (1981)

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i81_rm.html

Josef Hassid was a Polish violinist. He was noted for his intense vibrato and temperament, causing Fritz Kreisler to say “A Heifetz violinist comes around every 100 years, a Hassid every 200.” Furthermore pianist Gerard Moore called him “possibly the most incandescent prodigy after perhaps Yehudi Menuhin.” He received an honorary diploma in the 1935 Henryk Wieniawski Violin Competition in Warsaw and traveled to London in 1938 with his father, since his mother had died when Hassid was young. However, the start of World War II prevented their return to Poland. He performed in London, where he suffered from a memory lapse while playing the Tchaikovsky Concerto in Queen’s Hall. He was first placed in a psychiatric hospital in 1941 after suffering from a nervous breakdown at the age of 18. He was admitted again in 1943 and was diagnosed with acute schizophrenia. He was lobotomised in late 1950 and died at the age of 26. Josef Hassid was one of several prodigies whose brilliant careers were short lived. Bruno Monsaingeon’s The Art of Violin commemorates Hassid.

Kate Bush has just done the Daily Express. Now it’s me…But no way does she just press her nose and gush out the conveyor-belt niceties. We talk for over 90 minutes, touching all manner of subjects in an enthusiastic flow. Quite deep at times–”It’s like two psychiatrists talking,” she said after…
ZigZag, “Fire in the Bush” 1980(?)

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i80_zz.html

Ronnie Kray was diagnosed as insane in 1958. He was placed in a straitjacket and sent to Long Grove mental hospital. Ronnie didn’t stay for long as he and his brother hatched an elaborate escape plan. Reggie visited his brother and wore identical clothes (they were identical twins too) and when a member of staff went to fetch some tea they simply swapped places and Ronnie walked out as ‘Reggie’ and remained on the run for 5 months.

“I think you’re all completely mad, and thank you very much.”
~ Kate Bush to her fans.

George Pelham survived the sinking of RMS Titanic, but suffered a breakdown. On 22nd January, 1935 he was admitted to Horton Psychiatric Hospital, Epsom, Surrey. On 28th August, 1939 he was transferred from Horton Hospital probably because of the outbreak of World War Two, when Horton Hospital became a general hospital serving the armed forces. He was admitted on that day to Long Grove Psychiatric Hospital, Epsom, Surrey and died there 42 days later at 1 am on the 9th October, 1939.

see more:
Long Grove Hospital Pictures

http://www.countyasylums.com/mentalasylums/longgrove01.htm

http://www.epsomandewellhistoryexplorer.org.uk/HospitalCluster.html

http://www.derelictplaces.co.uk/main/showthread.php?t=2950

Desert Island Discs: Kirsty Young’s castaway this week is the stand-up comedian Jo Brand. Her first career was as a psychiatric nurse – and for several years she would spend the day working in a psychiatric unit before appearing at a comedy club in the evening. Both careers demand an ability to be calm in extreme situations and to display a confidence that is often not felt.

Jo Brand’s Favorite Piece of Music: Oh England, My Lionheart by Kate Bush

Desert Island Discs: 18 March 2007

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/desertislanddiscs_20070318.shtml

If you are using an iPad you will be unable to view any of the media or know what time it is

Sorry to interrupt but this is cool:

Five Years of

DIGG

in 5 minutes

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Hello World

Flat Fact 1974:

• int main()
  {
  printf(“hello, world”);
  return 0;
  }

If you start a Wordpress Blog your first and default post is *Hello World.”

Flat Fact:

• A blog (a contraction of the term “web log”) is a type of website, usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse-chronological order. “Blog” can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.
• Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, Web pages, and other media related to its topic. The ability of readers to leave comments in an interactive format is an important part of many blogs. Most blogs are primarily textual, although some focus on art (Art blog), photographs (photoblog), videos (Video blogging), music (MP3 blog), and audio (podcasting). Microblogging is another type of blogging, featuring very short posts.
• As of December 2007, blog search engine Technorati was tracking more than 112,000,000 blogs
• Welcome to Wikipedia,the free encyclopedia that anyone can edit. 3,181,818 articles in English

This is a blog.

Hello World.

I discovered The Internet in 1982 when I was a Student, studying for my B.Sc. in Psychology. For us it was called JANET in those days.

Janet Damita Jo Jackson (born May 16, 1966) is an American recording artist and actress. Born in Gary, Indiana, and raised in Encino, Los Angeles, she is the youngest child of the Jackson family of musicians. She first performed on stage with her family beginning at the age of seven, and later started her career as an actress with the variety television series The Jacksons in 1976. She went on to appear in other television shows throughout the 1970s and early 1980s, including Good Times and Fame.

oops

I mean of cours Ja.net, The UKs Education and Research Network. I can’t remember exactly what I was researching. I do know it cost £15 and I got the results in about 8 days but…..I was awed. I had information so detailed, so “spot on”. I had Information on the exact topic I was researching. For example one item was published in South America 6 months previously, translated from the Spanish. It mirrored the research I was doing.

Wow

I love this video.

Hello World

Flat Fact:

• In February 2007, the Netcraft Web Server Survey found 108,810,358 distinct websites.
• An estimate: There are 29.7 billion pages on the World Wide Web as of February 2007.

From : Host (dot) Now Host Your Site (dot) com

H E L L O W O R L D!

Last night I was on my way to my club for a swim [Bridge House (dot) com - Guess who registered THAT domain name, Guess who held it for two years in case "The Internet" didn't catch on...Guess who gave it to them for free....ooops]. I met an old friend. Patrick. We share a Castle.

He is an activist / poet. He told me about John McCarthy “Outside The Box” and Mad Pride. He gets into trouble. He is currently working with Amnesty International. He gave me this poem:

• With the mind trapped
• In the burning ashes of my past
• Slowly choking
• On the smoldering ash that is my mind
• Erupting like the Volcano
• Spewing and solidifying
• The fire of my burning past
• There is no present
• There is no future
• Because my past is my present
• And my present is my past
• As I fight to extinguish those memories
• And I try to heal the scars of the torments
• That are burnt deep in my mind
• Like the scars burnt deep
• By the intensity of the fire in the Volcano
• Slowly I am learning to control the daily eruptions
• Of the burning thoughts of my past
• With time the scars are healing
• As I am learning to come to terms
• With the fire that was lit in my mind
• by the deeds of the so called Christian Brothers
• In my childhood past

I am 60, Patrick is 62. We live in Tullamore, Co Offaly. its the capital of Offaly. Flann O’Brien was asked if he knew where Hell was, he replied “Tullamore”. We are called BIFFOs = Big Ignorant Fuckers From Offaly. I told Patrick I would look after The Internet for him. Patrick Touhey (dot) com is alive, well and his blog is Blog (dot) Patrick Touhey (dot) com . He hasn’t posted anything yet so it just says:

Hello World

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P.S. Outside The Box was the title of my second prezi presentation. Its a bit mad but I like it.

NB: use the navigation buttons at the bottom right before you
start. When you have finished in full screen press ESC to exit -If you
want to download a copy of the Resources prezi onto your
computer
THEN CLICK HERE
Nothing is installed on your computer. It is a zipped, complete
package, including player.

Here is a video I made of Powerpoint 2010. Its silent as I sorta mucked up the sound (oops) so play this and watch it.

And Here is my first prezi

NB: use the navigation buttons at the bottom right before you
start.

When you have finished in full screen press ESC to exit

If you wish to contact me you can email me : helloworld@ Its Bigger On The Inside [dot] com

Rumors of his death abound on the internet. OMG I pray they are not true!

I’m Depressed So This Post Will Be About Depression. Sorry

* Major Depressive Disorder is the leading cause of disability in the U.S. for ages 15-44.3
* Major depressive disorder affects approximately 14.8 million American adults, or about 6.7 percent of the U.S. population age 18 and older in a given year.1
* While major depressive disorder can develop at any age, the median age at onset is 32.5
* Major depressive disorder is more prevalent in women than in men.6

It was said on the Radio that yesterday was the most depressing day of the year. Here is one more story.

Some Famous People With Depression Links

• Amy Tan
  Chinese American writer Amy Tan has said that her mother witnessed Tan’s grandmother committing suicide. She believes that she, her mother and grandmother all have suffered from depression.
• Anne Rice
  American writer Rice has suffered from depression due to long-term illness and the loss of her husband.
• Ashley Judd
  Ashley Judd, actress and daughter/half-sister of the singing duo The Judds, revealed in 2006 that she had suffered from depression and an eating disorder.
• Billy Corgan
  American musician from the band The Smashing Pumpkins, reported to have suffered from deep depression while working hard on the band’s albums.
• Billy Joel
  A profile of the musician Billy Joel and his struggles with depression.
• Boris Yeltsin
  An article about the Russian president Boris Yeltsin, his depression, and his rumored alcohol problems.
• Brian Wilson
  Beach Boy Brian Wilson suffered a breakdown in the 1970’s due to mental illness and drug abuse.
• Brooke Shields
  A profile of actress Brooke Shields and her experiences with postpartum depression.
• Buzz Aldrin
  In recent years, astronaut Buzz Aldrin has spoken frankly about his past depression and alcohol abuse.
• David Bohm
  American physicist who experienced bouts of depression thoughout his life.
• Delta Burke
  In 2008, Delta Burke, best known for her role on the TV series Designing Women, spoke candidly about her depression and hospitalization during an interview with The Insider.
• Diana, Princess of Wales
  A profile of Diana, Princess of Wales and her struggles with depression and eating disorders.
• Dick Cavett
  American talk show host Dick Cavett has spoken openly about his depression, which began when he was in college. He was sued in 1997 by a producer for breach of contract when failing to show up for a nationally syndicated radio program. Cavett’s lawyer confirmed to the Associated Press at the time that Cavett left due to a manic-depressive episode.
• Drew Carey
  In an interview with Access Hollywood’s Nancy O’Dell, comedian and host of The Price Is Right Drew Carey revealed a darker side of himself. “I was depressed for a long time,” said Carey. So depressed that at the age of 18 and again in his 20’s he attempted to take his own life by overdosing on pills.
• Emma Thompson
  Nanny McPhee star Emma Thompson has revealed that in the past she suffered from depression, brought on by her attempts to conceive via in vitro fertilization.
• Harrison Ford
  A profile of the actor Harrison Ford and his struggles with depression.
• Heath Ledger
  Prior to his 2008 overdose, Aussie actor Heath Ledger, star of the gay romance movie Brokeback Mountain, suffered from depression, insomnia and addiction.
• Hugh Laurie
  Hugh Laurie, the multi-talented British actor who portrays the tortured genius Dr. Greg House on Fox’s hit medical drama House, admitted in a 2007 interview that he was suffering from depression.
• J. K. Rowling
  In an interview with Adeel Amini for a student magazine at Edinburgh University, Harry Potter author J. K. Rowling revealed that she had once been suicidally depressed.
• Jeffrey Sebelia
  Project Runway winner Jeffrey Sebelia once battled depression and came close to committing suicide.
• Jim Carrey
  A profile of the comedian Jim Carrey and his struggles with depression.
• John Denver
  When Denver’s career fell into a slump in the ’80s, he found himself alone without a wife, and began developing a serious problem with depression and alcohol.
• Kurt Cobain
  Best known as the lead singer and guitarist for the grunge band Nirvana, Kurt Cobain died of a gunshot wound at the age of 27. The official cause of death is listed as suicide.
• Marie Osmond
  Marie Osmond was one of the first celebrities to speak out about the reality of postpartum depression.
• Mark Roget
  Mark Roget, the creator of Roget’s Thesaurus, found at an early age that making lists of words helped him to cope with his depression.
• Mike Wallace
  Newscaster Mike Wallace showed us that even men, who often believe they must be strong and not show vulnerability, can become depressed.
• Olivia Newton-John
  Speaking with the Australian Women’s Weekly magazine, singer Olivia Newton-John revealed that she had struggled with depression following the disappearance of her long-time partner Patrick McDermott.
• Owen Wilson
  In August of 2007, Owen Wilson, who starred in such movies as Wedding Crashers and Starsky & Hutch was reported as having attempted suicide. He has thus far not publicly spoken about this event or having depression, however.
• Pete Wentz
  In an interview with Q magazine, Fall Out Boy bassist and songwriter Pete Wentz revealed that he has bipolar disorder.
• Richard Jeni
  Comedian Richard Jeni, best known for appearances on the Tonight Show and his HBO comedy specials, died on March 10, 2007 from what appeared to be suicide.
• Rodney Dangerfield
  Although diagnosed later in life with clinical depression, Dangerfield believed that it began early in his life due to a father who abandoned him and a mother whose cruel remarks made him feel worthless.
• Rosie O’Donnell
  During her tenure on The View, Rosie O’Donnell discussed her depression following the Columbine High School shooting and how she currently uses inversion therapy to help control her depression.
• Sheryl Crow
  A profile of musician Sheryl Crow and her experiences with depression.
• Tennessee Williams
  American playwright who was reported to have a fear of becoming insane like his sister and went into a decade-long depression after the death of his lover.
• Terry Bradshaw
  A profile of the football great Terry Bradshaw and his struggles with depression.
• Thomas F. Eagleton
  In 1972, when depression was much more stigmatized than it is now, Sen. Eagleton, who at the time was the running mate of presidential candidate George McGovern, held a press conference to reveal that he had been treated for depression and had received ECT (electroconvulsive therapy). He eventually left the ticket.
• Trent Reznor
  American musician from the band Nine Inch Nails who says he suffered from depression in the late 90’s. In a 1999 interview for Rolling Stone magazine, he said that “It just took me time to sit down and change my head and my life around. I had to slap myself in the face: ‘If you want to kill yourself, do it, save everybody the fucking hassle. Or get your shit together.’”
• Vincent Van Gogh
  An article about the artist Vincent Van Gogh and his depression.
• Winston Churchill
  An essay about the depression of Winston Churchill.
• Philip (Finlay-) Bryan. Struggled with Depression most of hia Adult Life. Currently preparing a blog post at 3D.OnlyAvatars.org after hearing about the alleged death of one of his heroes, A Mr J.Depp.

One of my heroes, An Irish Comedian who:

He suffered from severe bipolar disorder for most of his life, having at least ten major mental breakdowns, several lasting over a year. He spoke candidly about his condition and its effect on his life:

“I have got so low that I have asked to be hospitalised and for deep narcosis (sleep). I cannot stand being awake. The pain is too much… Something has happened to me, this vital spark has stopped burning – I go to a dinner table now and I don’t say a word, just sit there like a dodo. Normally I am the centre of attention, keep the conversation going – so that is depressing in itself. It’s like another person taking over, very strange. The most important thing I say is ‘good evening’ and then I go quiet.”

Spike Miiligan. I grew up listening to the Goon Show, rolling on the floor laughing my arse off with my brother. The man was a genius. Look:::

Terence Alan Patrick Seán Milligan KBE (16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002), known as Spike Milligan, was an Irish[1] comedian, writer, musician, poet and playwright. Milligan was the co-creator and the principal writer of The Goon Show, in which he also performed.

Milligan wrote several books, including Puckoon and his six part autobiographical account of his time serving during the Second World War, beginning with Adolf Hitler: My part in his downfall. He is also noted as a popular writer of comical verse, much of his poetry was written for children, Silly Verse for Kids was published in 1959. After the success of the ground-breaking British radio programme, The Goon Show, Milligan translated this success to television with Q5; a surreal sketch show which is credited as a major influence on the members of Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

I’m depressed now. I wonder what time it is?

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So, I feel a bit SAD. Must be the time of the year too. Think I’ll stop here, I feel tired. Go back to bed after a plate of chips:::

Symptoms of SAD may consist of: difficulty waking up in the morning, tendency to oversleep as well as to overeat, and especially a craving for carbohydrates, which leads to weight gain. Other symptoms include a lack of energy, difficulty concentrating on completing tasks, and withdrawal from friends, family, and social activities. All of this leads to the depression, pessimism, and lack of pleasure which characterize a person suffering from this disorder.

Poor Human Beings. Thank God Robots don’t get depressed …or do they?

Having suffered from depression during much of his life (although less so with the onset of old age), Cohen has written much (especially in his early work) about depression and suicide. The wife of the protagonist of Beautiful Losers commits a gory suicide; “Seems So Long Ago, Nancy” is about a suicide; suicide is mentioned in the darkly comic “One of Us Cannot Be Wrong”; “Dress Rehearsal Rag” is about a last-minute decision not to kill oneself; a general atmosphere of depression pervades such songs as “Please Don’t Pass Me By” and “Tonight Will Be Fine”. As in the aforementioned “Hallelujah”, music itself is the subject of many songs, including “Tower of Song”, “A Singer Must Die”, and “Jazz Police”.

Social justice often shows up as a theme in his work, where he seems, especially in later albums, to expound a leftist politics, albeit with culturally conservative elements. In “Democracy”, lamenting, “the wars against disorder/ … the sirens night and day/ … the fires of the homeless/ … the ashes of the gay”, he concludes that the United States is actually not a democracy. He has made the observation (in “Tower of Song”) that, “the rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor/ And there’s a mighty judgment coming”. In the title track of The Future he recasts this prophecy on a pacifist note: “I’ve seen the nations rise and fall/ …/ But love’s the only engine of survival”. In “Anthem”, he promises that “the killers in high places [who] say their prayers out loud/ … [are] gonna hear from me”.

Several Cohen songs speak of abortion, always either as something distasteful or even atrocious. In “The Future”, he sings sarcastically “Destroy another fetus now/ We don’t like children anyhow”. In “Stories of the Street” Cohen speaks of “The age of lust is giving birth/ And both the parents ask/ The nurse to tell them fairy tales/ from both sides of the glass”.

“Diamonds in the Mine” is often quoted as being a song about abortion with the lyric: “The only man of energy/ Yes the revolution’s pride/ He trained a hundred women/ Just to kill an unborn child”, always being used to substantiate this. However, extensive research suggests this song is actually about the demise of the hedonism of the 1960s. The “man of energy” referred to is Charles Manson and the “unborn child” is Sharon Tate’s unborn baby when the Manson “Family” committed the atrocities in 1969.

In “The Land of Plenty”, he characterizes the United States (if not the opulent West in general) of benightedness: “May the lights in The Land of Plenty/ Shine on the truth some day”.

“Recurring themes in Cohen’s work include love and sex, religion, psychological depression, and music itself. He has also engaged with certain political themes, though sometimes ambiguously so. “Suzanne” mixes a wistful type of love song with a religious meditation, themes that are also mixed in “Joan of Arc”. “Famous Blue Raincoat” is from the point of view of a man whose marriage has been broken (in exactly what degree is ambiguous in the song) by his wife’s infidelity with his close friend, and is written in the form of a letter to that friend, to whom he writes, “I guess that I miss you/ I guess I forgive you … Know your enemy is sleeping/ And his woman is free”, while “Everybody Knows” deals in part with social inequality (“…the poor stay poor/ And the rich get rich”), and the harsh reality of AIDS: “… the naked man and woman/ Are just a shining artifact of the past”.

Ho Hum…..

Breakfast of Champions

Full title: Breakfast of Champions, Or Goodbye Blue Monday! [Yep It's Monday Today]

I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind. [Silently]

* And so on.
o recurring phrase

* Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind.
o page 19

* I can have oodles of charm when I want to.[Me Too]
o page 20

* I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not.
So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things.
What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.
And all music is.[Everybody Knows]

* Ideas or the lack of them can cause disease.[YEP]

* Let us devote to unselfishness the frenzy we once gave gold and underpants.

Roses are red
And ready for plucking
You’re sixteen
And ready for high school.

* Teachers of children in the United States of America wrote this date on blackboards again and again, and asked the children to memorize it with pride and joy: 1492. The teachers told the children that this was when their continent was discovered by human beings. Actually, millions of human beings were already living full and imaginative lives on the continent in 1492. That was simply the year in which sea pirates began to cheat and rob and kill them.[You Just Gotta Love Human Beings Doncha]

* Like most science-fiction writers, Trout knew almost nothing about science.

What is the purpose of life?

* Roses are red
And ready for plucking
You’re sixteen
And ready for high school.

* To be
the eyes
and ears
and conscience
of the Creator of the Universe,
you fool.
o Kilgore Trout’s unwritten reply to the question “What is the purpose of life?”

* Trout trudged onward, a stranger in a strange land. His pilgrimage was rewarded with new wisdom, which would never have been his had he remained in his basement in Cohoes. He learned the answer to a question many human beings were asking themselves so frantically: “What’s blocking the traffic on the westbound barrel of the Midland City stretch of the Interstate?”

Symbols can be so beautiful, sometimes. [Ωβ⟶∞ΩΔ]

* I was on par with the Creator of the Universe there in the dark in the cocktail lounge. I shrunk the Universe to a ball exactly one light-year in diameter. I had it explode. I had it disperse itself again.
Ask me a question, any question. How old is the Universe? It is one half-second old, but the half-second has lasted one quintillion years so far. Who created it? Nobody created it. It has always been here.
What is time? It is a serpent which eats its tail, like this:
This is the snake which uncoiled itself long enough to offer Eve the apple, which looked like this:
What was the apple which Eve and Adam ate? It was the Creator of the Universe.
And so on.
Symbols can be so beautiful, sometimes.

* He was a graduate of West Point, a military academy which turned young men into homicidal maniacs for use in war.[homocidalmaniacs]

Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.

* Why are so many Americans treated by their government as though their lives were as disposable as paper facial tissue? Because that was the way authors customarily treated bit-part players in their made-up tales.

* It was Trout’s fantasy that somebody would be outraged by the footprints. This would give him the opportunity to reply grandly, “What is it that offends you so? I am simply using man’s first printing press. You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,’I am here, I am here, I am here.’

* Listen:
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn’t let her. “Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?” she asked me.
“The big show is inside my head,” I said

* We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.
o Kilgore Trout’s epitaph
o Unsourced paraphrase or variant: We are human only to the extent that our ideas remain humane.

* Hey — guess what: You’re the only creature with free will. How does that make you feel?

* Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.

* There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead. It is hard to adapt to chaos, but it can be done. I am living proof of that: It can be done.

* Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father’s voice: “Make me young, make me young, make me young!”
o Last line [Ω]

Better Finish. I know this is a repetion I know Iknow Iknow but I need Cheering up ok?

OK?

OK??

O F******G K???

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Final Tweet: ” Johnny Depp died in a car crash taking Pope to a date with Kim Kardasian hit the Queens Bently Tiger Woods Golf Clubs found in trunk”

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