Well, at the risk of annoying people I got a cool pic of Jayne Mansfield playing violin and some interesting info from Trifecta [that TED thing looks interesting].
In exchange I got called "ugly" for daring to presume that most Latin Americans [be they immigrants or otherwise] are smart enough to think for themselves, and not be taken in by a power structures cheap parlor tricks.
non-zero-sum? perhaps.
Such is life. Hi-Ho.
Perhaps the lesson I should take away from all of this is:
In order to win something, is it worth it to forfeit your humanity?
I think not Sir, I think not.
The old writer couldn't write anymore because he had reached the end of words,
the end of what can be done with words.
And then?
"British we are, British we stay."
How long can one hang on in Gibraltar, with the tapestries where mustached riders with scimitars hunt tigers,
the ivory balls one inside the other, bare seams showing,
the long tearoom with mirrors on both sides and the tired fuchsia and rubber plants,
the shops selling English marmalade and Fortnum & Mason's tea.
Clinging to their Rock like the rock apes, clinging always to less and less.
In Tangier the Parade Bar is closed. Shadows are falling on the mountain.


"Hurry up please. It's time."