Quote Challenge – Day3: Tribute to Adi Da


Wonderful piece by the inspirational Marisse Lee of http://www.harping by a pixie com.WordPress.com

Save the best for last! Oh, of course, you know I would do just that. Why not, coconut? We want to really taste in our mouth all the pleasure we could get from that one last bite and so, we always save the best part of anything for last. That makes me wonder if it was Eve or Adam who took the last bite. Damn ancestors! Now, we are all suffering from their “original sin”. I mean, you know, they could have, at least, have had the goddamn maturity and common sense to consider the consequences of their action before taking that bite. Hey, there were oranges and pears and papaya in that paradise too…why do they have to mess with the apples?!?

Ooopppsssss…no, Adam and Eve are not my topic. Pardon, I am an old pixie and having trouble with the onset of dementia.

What I meant to…

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Strangers, Lies and Green Dogs


  Sometimes, the one who has the clearest view of what is happening inside a place is the outsider living within. The outsider is not quite sure of what they're seeing through that invisible, intangible glass sphere that surrounds them. It is a membrane that allows them to see, hear, taste and otherwise experience everything... Continue Reading →

The Platypus Syndrome. Multiculturalism, Identity and European Politics


Now more than ever…

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I have a problem understanding certain things.

I can’t understand why you have to constantly fight to maintain your culture.

I can’t understand why people constantly advocate for freedom of speech and then fail to see that which constitutes other people’s right of opinion with regards to their sense of identity, their sense of  belonging, if it doesn’t follow from their worldview. It feels like a form of bullying. Pushing and pulling and picking fights, prodding your patience, testing your  flexibility until you snap and then pointing out your perceived lacks: of coherence, of effort, of strength, of validity, of logic.

I recently had a discussion about the Eurovision Song Contest. Apparently, Spain will be taking a song with a chorus in English and  I asked why it was necessary or advantageous to do so. An enthusiastic follower pointed out to me that English was the best language for pop…

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A Natural Order


Anarchism explained. Call me crazy… I think it makes sense.

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Among the conversations I’ve had with and the articles I’ve read by anarchists, there appears to be a general consensus that opposition to hierarchy is a requirement of a stateless society. This has always struck me as at best naive utopianism and at worst consigning modern society to the maintenance of the state and its artificial hierarchies and order. Now I’ve previously written about hierarchy and its role in anarchy, so I’m not focusing so much on its role as I am on its moral foundation and its necessity within a society.

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Sweating the Small Stuff


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I would like to pay homage to the Heroes of Daily Life, the Organisers, the Checklist Managers, the Taxi Drivers, the Late Night Cooks, the Early Morning Encouragers, The Caregivers. Without you and your effort and dedication to causes that are not your own, and the loss of personal time you suffer, the world would not advance.
I wonder how some people become experts on anything in this life. How do they find the time? As far as I know, to excel at something you must invest time and effort, probably years. Meanwhile, if you are an average human with no huge bank account, you need to do things like cook, clean, shop, run errands. If you are busy achieving your goals, you will have to have what is known as a ‘support system’.
That means, in ordinary language, that someone will have to do for…

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When You Walk in my Shoes…


I wouldn’t change a line. Unfortunately this is still true.

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When You Walk in My Shoes

Lately there have been a lot of posts on social media criticising people who take their elderly relatives to a nursing home. It is widely believed (at least here in Spain) that it is because of the selfishness and lack of appreciation towards the older generation. While it may sometimes be the case, it is not for the most part true.

I know many people, including myself, who care for their elderly but there comes a time when they need more care and support than you could give them at home, whether it’s yours or theirs. In certain situations, it can be toxic for both the person and the family and cause friction and all sorts of difficulties. Another thing is the cost of it, both financial and emotional or psychological. No one who hasn’t been through it, it seems, grasps the feelings of…

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Rest in Mystery Evita


Absolutely fascinating person.

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What if you were a small town peasant, born out of marriage, at a time when being an illegitimate offspring was the same as having been born to a prostitute with ties to the devil?  What if you jumped on a train and moved to the big city and became an actress, at a time when being an actress meant that you were – pure and simple – a prostitute… but, you don’t care about that anymore, because you come from a town where you were doomed to be a prostitute WITH ties to the Devil, anyway? What if you made it in the big city and met this charismatic-socialist-well spoken-handsome man with the destiny of a world leader?  Well… I bet in those circumstances, by that time, you would have the balls to slip a piece of paper with your phone number and  insinuate your availability for a tete-a-tete…

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Are You Eccentric?


Eccentricity is high in Green Dogs…

Laura Grace Weldon

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I met Betty years ago when I moved to a place teeming with all sorts of progressive people. Still, Betty stood out. She was a large lady dressed in layers of brightly colored clothes who walked with the help of a carved walking stick. Because her eyesight was so poor she often asked for help reading street signs. I was the lucky person she asked one day.

We hit it off immediately, riffing on words and laughing wryly about politics. But when I made a banal comment (probably about the weather or something equally trite) Betty wanted none of it. She asked why I bothered to say it. While I was busy thinking about her question she moved on to far more fascinating topics. Her honestly was more overt than the huge pendant dangling around her neck. I admired her for it. I was newly married…

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