Pretty interesting interview. This is the kick up the ass I needed. Safe to say I won’t be using Dropbox any more, and will be having a close look into encryption applications. There might seem like there’s little power in our own hands these days thanks to huge corporations and conspirators in goverment, but I agree with what Edward Snowden says, and respect him for what he did. I think it’s important that we don’t lie down and accept privacy infringement, that we don’t succumb to feeling the need to explain why we deserve our rights, but that we believe in them, hold them dear, keep them and never give them up, because when our humanity dies, we may as well be dead. If you decide not to uphold the basic principals of human rights you may as well become a prostitute, a slave, a prisoner, its the same thing, by doing nothing you’re automatically giving them up to who ever decides to exploit you. If you’re not prepared to take care of a thing you were born with you may as well cut off your arm and toss it aside. I get so angry at the apathy and defeatist attitude of most of the current world, people have never been so vocal yet they do nothing to act on their beliefs. It’s the most dangerous and volatile thing you can possibly do to yourself. Protect your privacy people, or we are all doomed.
And just learned how to install child themes into the sites I manage on wordpress meaning I can hack into theme code and start manipulating the sites to look how I want them to look.
It’s just dawned on me that this is a major foot in the door to being able to actually learn code and how to use it to eventually start designing stuff from scratch. I couldn’t contain my excitement so I had to write a blog post about it.
Anybody else excited by the concept of manipulating code in child themes talk to me, I could really use some coding buddies who have also taught themselves.
“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, and she stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute i could. I gave her a lot of gifts and i lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she could love that much. And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.” ~ Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie
I made this blog about 3 years ago as a creative outlet to help process my thoughts (while still remaining vaguely social in some way) while I was housebound with anxiety and depression. Luckily I made it out alive, but to this day this list below is the best advice I ever gave myself, whenever I feel shitty again, I always refer back to it.
It’s comforting to know that although this blog will never be popular or make any money, or even have a real point or direction to it, one way or another, it helps me get on with my life.
I hope that’s how tumblr works for other people too.
That it makes a fiery ring Oh but I know love as a fading thing Just as fickle as a feather in a stream See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me It put its face up to my face so I could see Yeah then I saw love disfigure me Into something I am not recognising
See, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in” I will not open myself up this way again Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand I will not lay like this for days now upon end You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands You see, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in” I will not open myself up this way again
You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light My feet are gold. My heart is white And we race out on the desert plains all night See, honey, I am not some broken thing I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee No my heart is gold. My feet are light And I am racing out on the desert plains all night
So some say love is a burning thing That it makes a fiery ring Oh but I know love as a caging thing Just a killer come to call from some awful dream O and all you folks, you come to see You just stand there in the glass looking at me But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free
how much love can a boy contain in here? how many contradictions can a girl possess up there? these questions are too ambiguous, try to narrow down your search. somethings i know, it’s hard. it’s easy to forget where you came from if there’s no question of your return, such selfishnesses trivialise any tenderness as the coffee commands the torture of my bowels, pronouncing every word with a rigid insensitivity, plus i struggle with the nightshade in my blood. I really shouldn’t say it, but i just love what the water does.