rants and ramblings of utter randomness

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

...And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?


This depressing moment is brought to you by William Butler Yeats and BP.

Oil threatens French-speaking Cajuns, native Choctaw


...aaaand once again the conquerors trample on native cultures. And wreck the future for my grandbabies.



Oh, and also: You can watch a live feed of the Deepwater Horizon faucet here. Gee, thanks BP.