No single thing abides; but all things flow.
Fragment to fragment clings-the things thus grow
Until we know and name them. By degrees
They melt, and are no more the things we know.
Lucretius
No single thing abides; but all things flow.
Fragment to fragment clings-the things thus grow
Until we know and name them. By degrees
They melt, and are no more the things we know.
Lucretius
It’s that time once again: Rising Tide 6
The Rising Tide Conference is an annual gathering for all who wish to learn more and do more to assist New Orleans' recovery. Leveraging the power of bloggers and new media, the conference is a launch pad for organization and action. Our day-long program of speakers and presentations is tailored to inform, entertain, enrage and inspire.
Are we really up to six? Things have gotten pretty dusty around here…long story
The first blow of the Hostilidays has been unleashed (pretty lame one, borrowing someone elses work). Liprap counters with a truly vile display…just like racid budder.
Of course, in Bushido it is the weaker warrior who strikes the first blow, and what could puts one in the mind of Christmas more than dead Ninjas.

"I do think that the quality which makes a man want to write and be read is essentially a desire for self-exposure and is masochistic. Like one of those guys who has a compulsion to take his thing out and show it on the street." - James Jones