The answers too many of life’s decisions are not really found in the head which we all know is driven by the ego but on the level of subtle feelings. Sadly most of the time these feelings are so subtle you can’t even feel them (internally hear them) over the roar of every day life. That is when the taking of a few minutes out, can save you days, months and even lifetimes of problems.

How many times have you set your heart on something or even someone, only to time and time again come up against resistance on your quest. I have come to know that if something becomes too hard to achieve it really wasn’t meant to happen. In the past I would simply climb over these obstacles and not notice the warning signs. Then without fail when ever I finally obtained the desired thing? That’s when my problems really began, I would be totally unaware that all this time I had been swimming against the flow of life. I just couldn’t understand why every time I got something I thought I wanted, more Problems would unfold than I ever had before, conflicts, stress, debt and ultimately at some point loss and heart ache.

Then I would kid myself by saying that I’d really learnt my lesson on that, and go straight off in search of some other unobtainable item to make my world complete. My personal life was just a non relenting struggle that seemed to drain my life energy away

Then finally one day I woke up to the fact that life really didn’t have to be so hard, this constant grasping for things was pointless and making for a very bumpy ride. I had to just go with the flow and stop listening to the demanding and ultimately clueless ego.

Now one thing I think is important to point out, is that going with the flow does not mean your just doing what others want and being pulled along by the great tide of common thinking. Your life flow may at times join with others but ultimately it is separate and special to you. You must pay attention to your feelings and not always assume the majority has any more clue than you. For example have you ever had that feeling that you are totally alone in a large group or crowd, well I believe that is your true feelings letting you know that these people are not for you and it’s time to move on.

Life is rather uncomplicated we are born, we live and we die. Everything else that attempts to slow stop or divert that process is ultimately futile, so rather than spending the whole time grasping and missing everything, why not just layback, take pleasure in the view and see where the flow of life takes you. I’m living proof that my life flow has become far more interesting than anything my ego ever had to offer.

Isn't it great to be who you are? Or if you don't know who you are - isn't it great to be on a self-discovery voyage, everyday?

For success is constancy to a defined purpose.

For a ship reaches its harbor by keeping to its pre-determined coordinates, even as it embraces the dangers.

Purpose.. it is to provide comfort as I fulfill my different roles in life.

Constant.. it's hard to keep up to that with my short-lived passion and desire.

Procrastinate.. it's just like masturbation where nobody else is gonna clean up your mess except for yourself.

I'm a lazy bum, who's writing this so that whenever I feel the urge to laze around, I'm gonna look back at what I've written at this moment, and am gonna see the bumming I've wasted, hope that's gonna make me feel guilty somewhat.

Success is what I need to achieve.
Comfort is what I hope to provide.
Faith is what you have in me.
Gratitude is what I have in you.

For the words of encouragement, no matter how lightly it weighs.. I am grateful and I thank you.

Another long late night conversation with my friend who I am not allowed to date because I have ruled out dating Christians. I want a man just like him but who can accept my avante guard beliefs as wonderful and who would be willing to stand by me first and god second. Again he said he is not sure he really is one,  a Christian, but thats enough for me to stay away. I choose to believe that we all do know who we are at our core, and sometimes it takes searching. It is scary telling people who I am but it does seem grown-up. My spiritual path leads me in ways I wish for others also, to be kind, to love deeply and to be as honest as I can be.

Some might find these ramblings "anti-Christian" but Jesus is still alive to me, he walks with me, but he is the loving Jesus of my construct, he has not a judgmental bone in that light filled body and walks with the knowledge that we are all children of god. And, there are others. They too can guide me through loving human kind. The great mothers who stand up for their values of not speaking unkindly of anyone, they are my role models too.

My struggle is that I have a decisive mind that wants to put things into black or white, this person deserves and that person doesn't, and still my heart doesn't want to make that decision. It feels cruel to exclude support based on a person's choices, but accountability is important. That has been one of my lessons this past few months. I am accountable for my life and can ask for people to walk with me who walk a similar road. Not that my road is the only road because I really wouldn't recommend the life I have lived, but to walk with people who understand why I hang on to Jesus as a loving presence and not a damming one.

I do not miss the struggle today, of trying to fit into a hole that was not made for my flowy-watery essence and for this I am grateful.

Lots to do and it's getting late in the day. Thank you D for loving me and I do love you back. What is the difference between loving and caring?

Second, I would like to share a song with you called "Ready for Love" by a wonderful artist named India Arie.

I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
I'd quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity

I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking
Maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
I'll say the same thing

I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I won't complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here

If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respect's the spirit world
And thinks with his heart

I am ready for love
If you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can

I am ready for love
Here with an offering of
My voice
My Eyes
My soul
My mind

Tell me what is enough
To prove I am ready for love

I am ready

You know that moment when a song comes on and you just know that song is speaking to you. It is like your soul and the lyrics have become entangled and then it just absorbs you. The music, the lyrics, the melody it all just becomes a part of you. Well this song did it to me today because it expresses my soul like no other.

Am I ready for love? Are you ready for love? Are we ready for the consequences of loving another person with our hearts, souls, and bodies? Are we ready for the responsibility of being depended on? Are we ready for the pain that eventually comes with giving our hearts away?

I cannot answer for you but for me I am not really sure if I am ready for love. I know that I want love, I know I want to love a good man, I want to be loved by a good man, and I want to see what happens with that love. I look out at the world around me and I ask myself where is he? Is he happy? Is he searching for love too? Has he found love? Has he been hurt by love? What is his life like? Is he struggling, suffering, or scared? Or is he happy, free, and at peace? Will I be able to heal him or him heal me? Will he have scars from his past? What will he look like? Will his voice be like a summer breeze...soft and soothing. Or will he be like a raging storm...deep and complex.

The answer is always the same I don't know. I don't know anything about him and it like there is this hole inside of me getting bigger and bigger until it consumes me. I want to meet him, I want to laugh with him, love him, and I just want to be around him. I want to know that when I wake up he'll be there, when I go to sleep he'll be there. I want to find my love, I want to find that man that God created for me to love and be loved by.

I want to find my dream, my happiness, and my future with him. That is why this song really affected me today because it is like my heart was in each verse and my soul the melody. I just want to find that person, that relationship, that wonderful feeling of loving someone and the happiness that comes with loving someone.

Being able to share my life with someone, my dreams, my fears, my hopes, my family. Everything and anything with that person. Someone who sees me in a light that no one else does. Someone who would stand by me and for me in the midst of any storm. I know most of us all want that, but in my heart it is like this all consuming dream.

No matter how much I write, it is like I cannot truly express this entity inside of me. I feel like I am ready for love, but then again is anyone ever truly READY FOR LOVE? Maybe God doesn't think I am ready, maybe I missed my love...I don't know but I do know that it is tiring waking up alone, it is tiring no being able to share my heart with someone who'd understand it, it is tiring waiting and waiting for that person to appear in my life. I am very tired of feeling miserable and sad because no one is there to catch me if and when I fall.

I know that I am young and that I have a whole life ahead of me, but who truly knows that? If I died tomorrow, I would die not knowing what it feels like to kiss someone, love someone, be held by someone. I wouldn't know the happiness and sadness that comes from opening your heart to someone else. If I died tomorrow I would die without ever knowing what it means to love someone else completely.

I get scared of never finding my love, never meeting my love, never experiencing that love. I get scared I will grow older and still be having these same fears. I get scared that my life was never meant to collide with his. I get scared that I will be like my mother. My mother gave her whole heart to one man, and that one man destroyed it to a point that can never heal.

I don't want to end up like my parents. It seems like these days there are so many children like me from homes that are broken. Some like me blamed themselves...but I hope they like me realized we are never the cause of our parents mistakes. It took me years to realize that my father is the only one to take on the blame for his actions.

I cannot lie and say that my parents story hasn't affected my own life story. I don't trust people easily, I have insecurities I shouldn't have, and I guard myself from this world. I am a ripple of my father's misdeeds and my mother's sadness. I have seen what love can do, and it is a powerful being. Some use it for good and other's use it for bad like my father.

I look at my mother sometimes and my heart breaks for her. She never got to experience the beauty of love. She has only seen the pain, and it has scarred her for life. I have prayed to God with all my soul to bring someone into her life that will love and cherish her the way my father never did.

My siblings and I have been denied so much love because of him. I don't know what a father's love is like or the love that parents have for one another. I don't know what it is like to have family vacations or any of those bonding experiences.

It hurts at times like know when I think about all that I have missed out, and then it hurts more when I think about all the other souls out there who feel the same way. The things we all experience from our parents are wounds that for some may never heal.

I get scared of giving my heart to someone because there is that chance that I could end up with a man like my father and end up like my mother. I get scared because there is so much cruelty in this world. It is like people have forgotten what is means to love one another. I mean to truly love someone for who they are. People take love  and marriage as a joke these days.

Leaving behind a stream of broken homes like the one I came from. For some it makes us stronger, but in a lot of ways it makes us weaker. I have learned a lot about the power and strength of women from my mother. She is my Superwoman, she has sacrificed her soul for us and I have been inspired by that strength to become a woman of greatness. Someone who is successful in all aspects of m life. At the same time I have no clue about the goodness of love, I only glimpse the flaws.

Even so I still believe that love is the most immeasurably beautiful thing about being alive. I've never been is love...I have never been anywhere close to being in love with another human being, but I hope and pray that God has not forgotten about me and one day I won't have to ache like this. One day I will wake up and see my dream sleeping next to me. One day, one moment, one choice, will lead me towards him and him to me.

I used to think I should have been born in a different time and a different world because it is like in this time and in this world people have forgotten that love is the most powerful and wonderful element in this world. It is the love I have for my mother that makes me strive to show her the beauty of life and make her proud that her children have made it because of her hard work. It is the love I have for my family that keeps me grounded even when I am pulled in different directions. It is the love they have for me that makes me feel less alone in this world. It is the love that I have for all of you that keeps me writing and praying that my story, my life, my words can help someone, heal someone, give someone hope. If I can touch someone's life for the better then I have achieved greatness. It is the love I have for this world that encourages me to rise above all the sadness and do things that can change it towards a better direction. It is the love I have for my God that keeps me from losing faith or hope in myself, my world, my life. Love is everything if only people would stop manipulating it into this ugliness that makes us hurt each other, hate each other, kill each other....love was mean to heal and never be used to create scars.

We are all scarred some more than others. My scars stay with me and sometimes they hold me back from living. They are reminders of the past, and they have taught me that we all feel pain, we all get hurt, but that doesn't mean we have to curl into a ball and give up. My parents are my parents. I am not them, and m story doesn't have to end the same.

I don't know what I need to do to be ready for love, or if there is anything that i can do, but I know that when I find my love I won't take him for granted. If my parents separation taught me anything it is that love is something to be cherished when you have it, and you have to deal with the consequences of losing it. I pray that my story will have a happy ending. I don't mean like a fairytale but I pray that I will have found a love to grow old with, and when I leave this world one day I will have those precious memories to take to heaven.

I have never been in a relationship...I have never even been on a date. I'm different from a lot of women my age. I am not looking for a fling, or anything superficial. I am looking for a man I can call my best friend and unconditional love. The kind of man I can introduce to my mom and build a life with. I pray to God that I get to have that precious love. I pray that my sister finds that love, that my brother meets that love. I pray for all of you may love be good and kind to you.

If that person that God created for me is out there I would like to say to him that I will wait till the day our paths intersect and our lives are forever changed. I will wait till my heart recognizes your soul and I find myself next to you. I pray your life is going wonderfully, that your healthy, happy, and heading towards your dreams. I pray that you are close to God and that your heading towards me. I pray for you without knowing you but in my heart I know that God will bring us together. I know we will each have our own pasts but I know that the future will belong to both of us to make.

Thank you all for hearing my heart and listening to its words.

I usually caught the last shuttle in the morning, at 9 a.m. Mornings and I don’t get along -- never have, never will. And more often than not, there was a woman on that shuttle who I used to refer to as Nervous Nelly.

Nervous Nelly would arrive at the corner where the shuttle picked us up at about two minutes to 9, nervously pacing, stamping her foot, checking her watch, checking her BlackBerry and repeating all of those steps several times until the shuttle arrived.

Then once the shuttle was en route to the PATH station, she’d be even worse. Every time the bus slowed down, an exasperated sigh would follow. More watch-checking, more BlackBerry-checking, more foot-stamping, and God help us all if someone was double-parked and the bus had to honk because it couldn’t get through.

When we finally arrived at the PATH station after the harrowing five-minute journey, she’d fly out of the bus, sprint down the stairs and practically dive head-first into the train.

Well, I hadn’t seen Nervous Nelly since I moved downtown about two-and-a-half years ago, but I got on the PATH after work Wednesday and there she was, in all of her splendor, stamping her foot and checking her watch several times between each stop. Predictably, when the doors opened in Hoboken, she took off so quickly that you’d think the first person up the stairs got a free five-carat diamond.

Glad to see you’re still among the living, Nervous Nelly. One suggestion: You might want to cut down on the caffeine a little bit. Just a little bit.

So, with working, events, and living, I find myself in moments of solitude, set apart for God and thinking.  Thinking "do I even want to get that camera?  I'm no sure I care...", wondering, and praying some.

I will probably get this camera, (praise the Lord!,) I will likely endeavor doing interviews, making films with the members of Minosa Films, my friends and family, and even some commercial work.

But in every new step up in the tower of life, I must recall my duties and check my burdens - have I accomplished all that people have required of me to this moment?  Am I free to move on?  And I must decide and make action upon that conclusion.

I do not want to abandon the talents that have dogged my life so divenely my whole life, but I am eager and curious to move forward in this direction of film making.

Thank you for listening and God bless!

Can't wait till the future, wondering about it all,

-b

Morrow has a very nice park complete with a performance stage and picnic tables.

Bike Path Map Courtesy of Clark, Green, Warren & Clermont Convention and Visitors Bureaus.

Loveland is the land of bicycle love. Today, the place was a buzz with bikers coming and going.

This is the place to start, finish or just take a break. Loveland, Ohio has the best bike path integration.

We've all kept rather distant, after high school there were all different paths taken. I went to school in Worcester; my friend who I was originally went moved out to school in the west; my friend whose house we were at went right into working; and due to a rigorous school schedule one other there had just now graduated high school. But for awhile we just spent some time blowing the dust off the remains of our years spent together. It was nice for the whole time, and then we decided to move to my other friend's, which is maybe four houses away. I should mention we all live within, maybe ten houses.

When we go there, we just sat back down and kept there until maybe 11:30 at night, catching up on our summers. I think, I'm the only one not working, and I'm the only one who will be going to school in the east—sweet. I'm a little disappointed with myself for not venturing out west, like they are, but I'm better off in the east.

Overall, it was enjoyable, and I'm glad to see that we can all just come back together and mend the tangled, broken strands of our relationships. We've all kept very different, and continually change, but it's nice to see all of us following out own courses, and finding what we all are looking for. I don't feel that any one of us is waiting for the world to happen; we're all trying in what we do, and not just sitting and waiting for everything to unfold. We are all trying our own things and going in entirely opposite directions, but somehow it works—let's continue life, and see where this "growing up" leads. Hitherto, I don't think I've ever been so ready to move on with life and find what I'm looking for. They've all shown me what we're all looking for, and I think the contrast has helped me to narrow down the possibilities of what it is that I want. It's safe to say we've all shown one another something different, and could all learn from one another, at least a value or two.

Michael

1.
$ echo $PATH

or

2.
$ set | grep PATH

To set the $PATH  environment variable in Linux (add a new directory to the current path while retaining the other directories):

$ export PATH=$PATH:<new_directory>

Below is a sample screen display:

$ echo $PATH
/usr/kerberos/bin:/usr/local/bin:/bin:/usr/bin:/usr/X11R6/bin:/home/user/bin

$ export PATH=$PATH:/home/user/temp
$ echo $PATH
/usr/kerberos/bin:/usr/local/bin:/bin:/usr/bin:/usr/X11R6/bin:/home/user/bin:/home/user/temp

Walking is holy to me. I worship my own footsteps on solid ground. With each step I think ahead, but I also think back to stay on course.

So, it came as a complete surprise to me when I startled a Demon, who was obviously scrounging around for its own sustenance on the forest floor. I took one step too close and It took off, scurrying over ivy and moss. I whipped my head around, looking for where it hurried to, and out of the corner of my eye I saw its small, dark body clinging to the bark of a tree not very far from me.

It dared not move.

It was waiting for me. To follow or to leave?

Suddenly, it shined its evil red eye my way.

I didn't blink. I was mesmerized by this Demon's close proximity to me, as well as its resolve to freeze all movement. I couldn't stop staring. This was to be my final undoing. The Demon's glare started to consume my corporeal, earthly shell.

It was too late for me to do anything else. As I stood in silence, a fog of whiteness slowly surrounded me, enveloped me and overtook me. The Demon smiled as it watched me dissipate. In its eyes, I had fulfilled its greatest desire. 

Bilder: T.R. aka Wortman

Some UNIX administrators find it handy to add «.» in the PATH (and some even put it at the beginning of the PATH). Why is this bad? On UNIX, everything is made so that you don't have to do it. Anything not doing so can be considered buggy, and can be fixed easily.

Imagine someone has access to write a file in a otherwise harmless directory, like /tmp for example. Image now that that someone wants to do harm. He saves his file (a shell script for example) as ls and makes it executable. Now, you cd to /tmp and type ls. What happens?

Such a script could look like this:

#!/bin/bash

rm -f ~/*

Now what?

Imagine now what could be done if this is done as root and read carefully this also: Why using root on UNIX is bad ?.

If you insist on adding «.» to the PATH [1], please do so at the end of the PATH, this is yet far safer.

I started my first week of work and to be honest it just took a huge load of my shoulders. It has been extremely stressful wondering what I was going to do this summer and how I was going to be paying for things. Yet, it all worked out and this job just kind of sat in my lap.

Many of my friendship has changed dramaticly or just sank down the toliet. Not really for sure why but they just have. Over this last year though I have meet some great people through school and we have become really close. Yesterday myself and two other girls went out to look at some houses to rent and the first one we found we fell in love with! We hear back from the land lord tomorrow about whether or not we get it and I am so excited for it to come into place. Location worked out, price, everything. It was like the Lord took the car in its own direction. My roommates may not understand how God works in amazing ways but I do and it was great for me to see that.

Tomorrow I start my second week at work and it makes me want to work that much more harder knowing that I may have a place to call home for a while with two amazing friends. Although I often get frustrated and I never see the picture I am blessed by the picture the Lord is always painting for me.

I had the colors, I had the brushes, and I had the canvas.

What I did not have was the inspiration to say what I wanted to say the way in the way I wanted to say it.

I think we should ALL Love People With A Difference, and I most of us feel the same way. So why don’t we?

Then it hit me: Love is not given or received as easily as wine on a serving tray. What happens is, we go on a journey with someone, and somewhere along the way, love happens.

No journey is a straight line. No journey is a single path. No journey is without corners and backtracks. But each particular journey that we take is what makes it ours.

So I painted many paths that, when finished, looked like a maze.

By going through the maze, you can go with me on MY particular journey to see how I have come to Love People With A Difference.

What you do is you start at the top most “Pipe” on the left side of the painting. You trace your finger along it and you get the word “Love.” Trace your finger along the next line and you get more of the same message.

Trace your finger along the final line and you will find the initials of some of the people I have come to love along my journey.

It is my hope that by sharing my journey, you will discover your own particular path to loving someone with a difference, whoever that person may be.

And I hope that you have picked up on the dual meaning of the painting’s title: It is not only WHO we love, but HOW we love. We can love someone who has a difference, but we can also love them in ways more special than we ever have before.

Interested in having this painting for yourself? It’s available online, in the form of an art card. Click HERE for details or stop by my website at http://www.artworkbytdt.com.

Love to all!

Thomas D. Taylor

Co-Creator

MIDNIGHT IN CHICAGO

Coach asked us whether we had the desire to improve myself. I had this sudden hesitant feeling to raise my hand. I had this conflict that played continuously in my mind: I really do do desire to improve, I think I did try hard but did I actually try hard enough? Did I not keep to my resolution to run at least 5times a week to build up stamina, just because I was so far behind in studies? Perhaps I didn't manage my time well, perhaps my stamina is all that only, perhaps I should just try much much harder, perhaps my 'trying harder' is not trying the hardest cause I haven't experienced it yet.
I keep feeling as if I let down many people, i've disappointed many people. Perhaps I just need to know i'm doing the right thing & i'm on the right path.

http://www.speaklight.com/

When you are walking down the street, weather you are heading to work, grocery store, movie theater, or whatever place you at the moment please, you barely notice what is going on in the world around you. All the views, facts and situations fuse in one mixture of blatant uninteresting reality passing by with desperate call for attention. The call however, no matter how loud or pleading it is, is because of your long-time practice of blasphemous ignorance absolutely inaudible to your ears. And the long-year effort to close yourself in the little narrow box of your thoughts and problems surprisingly resulted in some success.

Now, when I am walking down the street and I watch people passing me while I am passing them with their blank eyes pondering about something obviously extremely important, just wrapped up in themselves completely surroundings-persistent beings I start to feel a little lonely. As if no one saw what I see anymore. And no one else heard the desperate call of the world for attention. I keep thinking what can be so essential inside one's personality, that has to ban mind's access to the outside, the ability to be an observer. They think that they already grew enough, that there is nothing that can surprise them, or teach them a new lesson. But that just proves how little there is inside them.

Everyone is walking by to reach their pointless destinations and absolutely no one sees the truth anymore. No one sees that they are not moving forward. No one sees that by rushing through the path they don't move anywhere and with lack of any net-displacement they are just spinning at one spot. Most of them are stuck at one place. And I wonder how can they be satisfied with life. How can they just go on hoping for better tomorrow knowing that the next day will not bring anything new. How can they just nourish their temporary satisfaction and not see what lays beyond.

And even though I realize how probably extremely hard it is for people to watch and actually see and to listen and actually hear what is important, I don't think it is right that people almost totally forgot about how vary, picturesque and full the world can be. It sometimes seems like people are afraid to open their eyes and look beyond their bleak dull day and the world around. There is a reason maybe. Maybe if you see too much and get too much information, if you think too much, if you are on a quest to reveal something beyond your current understanding, you can encounter thoughts and facts that you may not be so comfortable with. Your path may require you to enlarge your narrow box and try to be open for what seems reasonable, try to be open for the beauty of the world. It may require some sort of change inside. That is probably what people are afraid of. Or maybe they are just so preoccupied with their effortless shallow accomplishments that they forgot the essentials.

The only ones who truly understand the beauty of the world and the ones who are the most open to a change are children. And at the same time those are the only ones whose opinions and views are trying to be modified by the rest of society, who are adults for the most part. And that is why children's curiosity and energy they give out to find out more about just about everything is dying off exponentially with the number of adults trying to convince them about rightness of their shallow worlds. That is why kids with growth of time are constantly growing also solid walls around their narrowing boxes and in front of their eyes they are building up veils out of troubles and problems that they are told are very important to keep in mind.

The society converts all the children just to other incomplete clone-like beings, who cannot think for themselves anymore, because all their instincts and opinions were replaced by customs and opinions of society. What makes converting children right? Maybe people should give children more freedom and listen to them from time to time. They are the only ones who notice things that are essential in seeing the beauty of the world. Unfortunately society discourages any type of real growth with it's overly sensitive rules and customs. But until the people will not be willing to widen their boxes and look out of them the world will not be heading toward a better tomorrow...

Give children freedom, they are the only ones who can see...

This simple snippet ports this useful function on your raw HTML attributes, point to alias or to the system path.

if(($nodepath = drupal_lookup_path('alias',"node/".$realnode->nid))===FALSE)
$nodepath =  base_path() . "node/".$realnode->nid;

Where $nodepath can be used on href

Cfr. drupal_lookup_path