A New Weapon?On Saturday, March 13, a flight was grounded on the tarmac of JFK due to severe storms and strong winds. David Martin, CEO of the social networking site Kontain.com, happened to use a iPhone app to update his own Kontain account with images and videos of what was happening on the flight.http://www.cnn.com/2010/TRAVEL/03/17/virgin.america.flight/index.html?hpt=C1Due to the way the situation was handle by the airline, Virgin America, all passangers were offered a $100 Virgin America voucher. Martin actually ended up speaking to the CEO of Virgin America, David Cush, and the reimbursement was then changed to include a full refund for those inconvenienced by the extreme delays as well as the $100 voucher.What really interests me here is what Martin said about social media (though, he may be biased since he is the CEO of a social networking site...or he may have more insight...who's to say).He said, "You can't just write in a complaint or call customer service anymore...social media, it'
They Don't Mean A ThingI dreamt of you last nightI don't remember it allI just vaguely recallwalking into a roomafter youAnd already you were fucking some girlWhy did you bring me here?Why did you invite me back?I don't hold much with dreamsRandoms sparks firing in my brainThank god I don'tOr else they might mean somethingI'm not looking for meaningI'm not asking a questionexpecting an answerI'm only wishing my mind would crashThat these images would throw themselves outlike so many photographsSo an unpleasent scene that never happeneddidn't ruin my morning again
Burn and Fade AwayI throw rocks and I cast stonesAnd I am and will always be aloneI dare, I dared, it's doneYou know I'm not the only one.Let me fade and disappearLet me be forgotGive me the freedom of memoryOf sweet, cloudy eyedrunning colours,and lights that stretch into the distance.Sweet dissapation, dispersion and disintegrationI want to break into a million peicesI want to show you the meaning of resistanceBlessed ignorance.This house of mourningis full of knowingIs full of all the seedsyou've been sowingAnd I burn and I destroy cropsAnd I don't apologize for your lossI don't care except too muchBut I can't bear to accept your clutch
Si Vis Amari AmaI don't know how to tell you thisso I guess I won'tI am sick to death with itThis confession...not mine to revealBut to your conscience I appealBe a good girl, for once in your lifeDon't give into weaknessSee the love instead of the strifeMy throat aches to say what it isIt is not my burden or my guilt to carryRegardless, I feel it heavyupon my shouldersMy feet sink deeper into the mudMy eyes dull with the thoughtI judge, I am guilty of thatFor all my morals and rantsFor all my beliefs and idealsI judge and will not stopI am not your juryand yet I've made the callLately, I've been thinkingI've made my decision andYour reputation is sinkingWho will hang you when the day comes?I already know the answerYou don't see it butyour hand is on the lever
ToleranceThe word tolerance has a beautiful message that great thinkers have written about and lived their life in accordance with such as Gandhi and Voltaire. The idea of respecting others and their beliefs while being secure that they will do the same with regard to ourselves and our beliefs is the very basis of The Golden Rule, an ethical idea that one has the right to be treated fairly and has the responsibility to ensure justice for others. And yet, the word tolerance has developed a connotation beyond this message that is much more negative in tone and practice. Does the connotation, in turn, effect our adherence to the denotation of tolerance?As defined, tolerance is the ability to recognize and respect the beliefs and practices of others. This comes into effect in all facets of life. Law makers must decide what is legal and what is illegal. What can we, as a society, tolerate? Do we permit murder? Do we bear with mayhem? At what point do we draw the line and declare what is tolerable a
The OtherThe taller oneThe fatter oneThe one who laughs the loudestThe round oneThe shy oneThe one who stands the proudestAccept that you are twoKnow that comparison is naturalYou'll be known as The GirlsThat's the favourite catch allYour name is calledand I can't help it, I turn my headI know they don't mean meBut you insteadSince I was firstLet me experience it all for youAllow me the joy of heart breakSo that I may turn to you and say"I know what it feels likeWhen the one you love betrays".Let me cry the tears for youand tear at the emptinessLet me prove that love is trueEven when the lover isn'tKnow that I am always constantThere is no way to deceiveIf you want to move past thisLet me be the one to grieveI will pave a path for youWider then requiredI will cry the tears for twoWhen all your world'son fire