Where The Birds Always Sing

The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
But the world is neither fair nor unfair
So one survives
The others die
And you always want a reason why

But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone

It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing
No unseen sign or untold truth in anything...
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world where the sun always shines
And the birds always sing
Always sing...

The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
No the world is neither fair nor unfair
So some survive
And others die
And you always want a reason why

But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone

It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things
No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
And it never is
You always want so much more than this...

An endless sense of soul and an eternity of love
A sweet mother down below and a just father above
For living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world
Where the birds always sing
Another world
Where the sun always shines
Another world
Where nothing ever dies...

(The Cure)

Where The Birds Always Sing

The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
But the world is neither fair nor unfair
So one survives
The others die
And you always want a reason why

But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone

It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing
No unseen sign or untold truth in anything...
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world where the sun always shines
And the birds always sing
Always sing...

The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
No the world is neither fair nor unfair
So some survive
And others die
And you always want a reason why

But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone

It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things
No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
And it never is
You always want so much more than this...

An endless sense of soul and an eternity of love
A sweet mother down below and a just father above
For living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world
Where the birds always sing
Another world
Where the sun always shines
Another world
Where nothing ever dies...

(The Cure)

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You've probably all heard about this by now:

"The President of the Oglala Sioux Tribe on the Pine Ridge Reservation, Cecilia Fire Thunder, was incensed. A former nurse and healthcare giver she was very angry that a state body made up mostly of white males, would make such a stupid law against women. [...] 'I will personally establish a Planned Parenthood clinic on my own land which is within the boundaries of the Pine Ridge Reservation where the State of South Dakota has absolutely no jurisdiction.' "

So see this post if you would like information on how to donate to the cause.

(no subject)

You've probably all heard about this by now:

"The President of the Oglala Sioux Tribe on the Pine Ridge Reservation, Cecilia Fire Thunder, was incensed. A former nurse and healthcare giver she was very angry that a state body made up mostly of white males, would make such a stupid law against women. [...] 'I will personally establish a Planned Parenthood clinic on my own land which is within the boundaries of the Pine Ridge Reservation where the State of South Dakota has absolutely no jurisdiction.' "

So see this post if you would like information on how to donate to the cause.

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If I seem to be trying to turn a conversation around into "look! look! me! me!", it's probably just that I am trying to say "I think I have had a similar experience" and thus, by extension, "I hope you will respect me and/or take me seriously". In other words, it's not specifically that I want attention (although that's good), but that I want you to say "yes, I accept you as similar to myself", and in more extreme cases, to follow this with "and therefore worthy of basic courtesy", which I don't otherwise feel worthy of.

(no subject)

If I seem to be trying to turn a conversation around into "look! look! me! me!", it's probably just that I am trying to say "I think I have had a similar experience" and thus, by extension, "I hope you will respect me and/or take me seriously". In other words, it's not specifically that I want attention (although that's good), but that I want you to say "yes, I accept you as similar to myself", and in more extreme cases, to follow this with "and therefore worthy of basic courtesy", which I don't otherwise feel worthy of.

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P.S. ACTION PASTA STATION is apparently NOTHING, since I went to the cafeteria between 11:30 and 1:00 today (Wednesday) and found nothing pasta-related aside from the pre-cooked pasta in the salad bar. Not even the cleanup remnants of something that might have been ACTION PASTA. I'm so disappointed. I might even have to make my own pesto. Damn you, De Anza! Forcing me to grind my own pine nuts and basil!

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P.S. ACTION PASTA STATION is apparently NOTHING, since I went to the cafeteria between 11:30 and 1:00 today (Wednesday) and found nothing pasta-related aside from the pre-cooked pasta in the salad bar. Not even the cleanup remnants of something that might have been ACTION PASTA. I'm so disappointed. I might even have to make my own pesto. Damn you, De Anza! Forcing me to grind my own pine nuts and basil!