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The Rules for Being Human

1. You will receive a body.
You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period
of this time around.
2. You will learn lessons.
You are enrolled in a full time informal school called Life. each
day, you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like
the lessons, or think them irrelevant and stupid.
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons.
Growth is a process of trial and error. Experimentation.
The“failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the
the experiment that ultimately “works”.
4. A lesson is repeated until learned.
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have
learned it. when you have learned it, you can then go on to the
next lesson.
5. Learning lessons does not end.
There is no part of life that does not contain it’s lessons. If you are
alive, there are lessons to be learned.
6. “There “is no better than “here”.
When your “there’ has become a “here”, you will recieve another
“there” that will again look better than “here”.
7. Others are merely mirrors of you.
You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it
it reflects something that you love or hate about yourself.
8. What you make of your life is up to you.
you have all the tools and resources that you need.
What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
9. Your answers lie inside you.
All you have to do is look, listen, and trust.
10. You will forget all this.
11. You can remember it whenever you want.

The Thermodynamics of Hell


The following is an actual exam question given on a
University of Washington chemistry mid term.

The answer by one student
was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the
Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of
enjoying it
as well.

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or
endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their
beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats up
when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the
following:

"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in
time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving in to Hell and
the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul
gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how
many souls are entering Hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in
the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of
their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these
religions and you do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that
most souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the
number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order
for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls
enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase
until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the
increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop
until Hell freezes over. So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell
before I sleep with you.", and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded
in having that event take place, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am
sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze."

**The student received the only "A" given

11/4//04

OK! UNLADYLIKE...I realize that this is not especially appropriate for me to use this forum as my personal pundit Blog, but just for today I'm going to go off on a little rant, as I've worked really hard for change in this countries political landscape, doing a somewhat merciless weekly political satire cable access show, and things like the 900 coffin march past the RNC. That was me & friends behind that statement. Hey, it's a free country, isn't it. RIGHT? Today I woke up and looked at the digital clock.. it said 9:11. How ironic I thought, me who watched live from my rooftop the 2nd plane slam into the World Trade Center about 1 mile away. It scared the bejesus out of me like the rest of the world, possibly even more than most, as I was there at Ground Zero 2 days after the horrorshow doing what I could to help. 3 years later, and many, many more dead in a sensless war authored, signed and delivered by a madman and his even darker walrus, we elect said same monster (Cheney) and his hand puppet Bush, and become even more polarized around the globe, except where an arsehole loves an asshole, if you know what I mean there, I'm sure that you do, and will invariably see for sure our civil liberties stripmined as Bush and his pumped up army of jingoistic right wing bible thumpers appoint Scallea versions 2, 3, & 4, and raise their own collective corporate swastika overshadowing the majority of the public domain, blotting out you're sun. This election has weakened my faith in America. Big time. Mad you say? You bet. Ashamed to have to call myself an American. Possibly. We as a country did just what Osama wanted, to isolate us even more so throughout the globe, a result of a miscalculated national sense of invincability, our own headlong abandon as global pit bull snarling down the bloodline and it's link to the "righteous" cesspool that is organized religion, giving himself even more self proclaimed authority to recruit more zealots to his bidding. Mark my words, he is going to go down in history as a pivotal figure not unlike Hitler. Increased death & war are now what we face as a nation, and most probably, the national centers of openmindedness will take the hit again for gun loving, homophobic, racist,non secular revisionist assholes, of which it seems we harbor far in a way the greater half, more than our share, apparently. Historically it happens over & over. As example, in WWII, Berlin, arguably at the time the European equivilant of NYC took the biggest hit in the endrun, where Weimar German society AKA Berlin hid the MOST jews, maintained an OPENESS to homosexuality, drag, art , cabaret, music, literature, science and philosophy. Bombed into rubble. All resulting from ONE agressive Bavarian's puritanical will to power. Smells like mean spirit. It's always those scared bordertown reactionaries that kick incessintly at the collective groin of culture... I get scared still sometimes living in NYC, I am within the inner ring of a nuclear blast. but it's the only society here that is wonderfully global. I wish like the Quebecoise tried, and continue to promote, that this city could seceed from the US, and become the one world country that it can be said welcomes all, and is all that and a bag of chips. Maybe as the Taco Bell blipvert suggests: HEAD FOR THE BORDER! Yes,I AM a bit stressed, as I have worked very hard for several years now for a more equitable society. I lived in Europe once upon a time, in a beautiful place where it was OK to wear a skirt without much notice (Scotland) and everytime that America made a stupid call, the collective eyes of Europe would roll, and I would get blamed for the trouble brought on by bad leadership and poor decisions just by being American, and would have to defend the difference between politics & populace. If I could return there, and maintain a reasonable living, I would go in a heartbeat. Incredible that we have the biggest federal deficit in history, record unemployment, a faltering economy that sees us being outgunned economically by more realistic workers globally, big business like Haliburtan & Enron laughing & thumbing their noses at YOU, Outright lies being spoonfed to a nation co-opted into war with no recourse except to see their hard earned dollars being blown up instead of helping the people of this country, and the laundry list goes on & on... I guess that education just ain't selling this year..........it's all such a fucking windup!
I hope that one day this population will wake up and smell the coffee, and that it won't take 1, 2, 3, or more disasterous examples to bring forth the collective unconcious to a state desiring peace and friendship with all peoples. We really have alot to learn, and a long, long way to go. This lesson is going to be repeated until we do. Our gift of privilage is taken too lightly, so it seems... unbelievable, really.
As for this site, I'm glad that it's here, and that it remains a haven for meeting likeminded individuals. United we stand, divided we fall. To that end, I would say to those who deliberately dish bad marks to fellow sisters either from jealousy, low self esteem, or whatever petty & vindictively trite reason, possibly you can't seem to lift yourself out of the generality of mindless bog standard and frivilous writer's block, go take a course. get some respect, some help, or whatever. I hear this complaint plenty from alot of girls, and I felt that as long as I'm ranting about the former, I might just as well air those panties as well while I'm at it for those who won't say it in this venue. I am very glad for meeting some extreemly smart, genuine & wonderful people here, and I hope that continues. We can and should be supportive of each other, soon they will be coming for you're internet too. Anyway, I'll stop here, and leave this up for a day or two, after that, it's business as usual. Anyone with any thoughts are very welcome to email me. As for now though, my darlings, peace be the journey. Bri

Bri Whitney is an optimist and writer of accidental truths, fiction, blatent lies, amusing insites, IM ping pong, possible futures, close encounters, dangerous liaisons, political hurling, truth, justice, thoughtful commentary, provocative prose on the human condition, studied insult, and uniquely remains a resonant derelict of dialect!
Sometimes she looks like what you will find on her 9 UR pages.
She is too fat, ugly, unrepentant, puckish, and has tried to live a life full of curiosity, exploration & wonder, and is probably doing something right now that you wouldn’t…lol
She is very generous, and has a big heart with love & respect for all her sisters. She likes to give hope & help in anyway she can. What she likes best is to laugh & make real friends!
She makes her home in New York City though can be found here in what is most probably the greatest concentration of sarcasm in the known universe!...;D

Thank you all for stopping in, I hope that it was worth a few minutes of you’re time, and hope to see ya again! ~ B ! ~

There is an unspoken
something that hides
deep within, something
that we cannot wholly explain
something that perhaps
defies even our words
at least as we know & speak them.
A certain undefineable
something we may never understand,
fully be able to touch,
to hold
to posess.
But it surely is there.
Somewhere.
We need not search longingly for it.
Everything will be alright.
It is in the cracks in the pavement
that pass unnoticed
beneath our feet
along this journey.
It is there
in the watermarks
that stain the walls
of unsung songs
and quiet hearts.
It is what the birds
overheard singing
softly to themselves
down still backgardens
and hidden city lanes
as the sun
strips the sky of clouds
and a child plays
happily with her old toys
It is, WE ARE,
and a word is merely
a word at the end of it all,
where my kiss
rides the wind
to rest on you're lips
everything will be alright tomorrow...

© Bri Whitney 2005

Over the top
In velvet liquid
action
of figures
aqualine
alien smooth in flight
overground
smile of mine tonight
growing thick
growing ripe
danger! Danger!
Luscious silk in chaos
Rhythm collision
Not living in time
It’s broken away
Hey! Hey!
I’m burned to the ground
Burned to the ground
So much finer
Moving through the garden
I come in piles
I’m coming in piles
Of spilled skull sex ink
Savage chrysalis
Voodoo queen
You are fed
You are fed
Healing from my open fist
You’re rhythm is like a narcotic
You shock
The leather priest
I am just seduction in the mood for you…
Rhythm collision
As the name implies
Is a structure comprised
of bodies
bent
the cirque unfolds
open now
I will have you
To use you’re hunger
close pressed
against my own
compulsive, indiscreet
administration of random hold
on the accidental, incidental
it’s potential for chance operation
is much greater
for the coiled ones involved
although the simpliest plans
present very few problems
the reletive discharge
can undergo extremely convoluted developments
under the innocent gaze
of anonymous plans
The flight is the same
pain & pleasure
The combination of ideals
Which are joined
gives the structure
great versatility
consumption,
can be forged
into it’s respective shape
as long as there is a common
intersection, line or seam
along which the travelers
align closely, carefully exit
and meet.
The form potential
Of the Rhythm Collision
Gives us great latitude
For making diversities
Instinctual, more primal
As they hover above
Float below
The cervix
But as the bodies heat up
Still in a relatively flexible state
Achievement is made
In the valley of dolls…
Over the top
out on a rail
boneshaker
she starts fires all night long
in check
out
in
out
check out
rotate… release me
please
rotate…release me
up on a ledge
we’re over the edge…
while under my grin
hairs prick
the mind devises
reason for certain
unknown treasure
unheard before
I shudder thin lines
Inside you’re eyes
and smile
for
The Maha still
lying still flush
burning & bright
lying still
nocturnal & ligthe
naked on shafts
that hurl up
smoking legs
behind the lines
in bloodrose beds
rip
cool, spread
woman & man
ever singing milk
of quintessence
beauty on edge
we now engage
our safe kept art
each portrays the other’s
penetration
connection
bright livid thrust of sunlight
speeding stare
of feral slithers
spurring then
boots & spurs of Pan
Breath of Panic
Father of Skin
Whose dancing, soul heated
Children
laughing children
cleaving red
this call turns the world
over & over
over & over
Rhythm Collision
Over & over
Rhyrhm Collision
I am just seduction
In the mood for you
I Am just SEdUctIOn
In thE MOoD fOr YoU
I aM JUST seDuction
IN tHE mooD For YOU
I AM JUST SEDUCTION
IN THE MOOD FOR YOU

© Bri Whitney 2005

As day breaks, night heals
impassioned lips
head all fire
to each
crossing.... the line
we swim up
flexible penetration
of the new mind
wider than Blue
deeper than sky
I am for YOU
alone relax
and then I strobe
tonight
we entwine
out of control
in love
I chase you
in the arbor
obsessive desire
we share
imagination, controversy
bourne aloft on wings
conjoined in lure
and are widespread
the hunger.....smoke rises
essence of fever
in wicked pleasure
we are
well charged
not living in time
I soon come for you
Creation Rebel
a fix spiked blue hot
in potion of
cool growlings
you seduce me
from the dawn
of my first home
and I am become translux
we are One
skanking moon
full of star
new bold tantric
incarnations of YONI
anthems of the sun are sung
in OUR house
I hunt with you lioness
on a single track
in an ancient tongue
of our own design
we lead and recede
bait and switch
then
I am your only
and now you are Mine
rough and whimper
so much grace
displacing Earth
in the garden
we touch....fingers clasp
behind the lace curtain
and arch
again ...... and again
We have become
One
outstretched journey
into the deep
held close
as each moment
landslides
into the next
caress
we dance Les Tours
the ceiling blown open
and mark to each
territory
inside the pipes of Beau Jeloued (Pan)
breathe .....
feel the embrace of secret treaties
two goats skitter and frisk away
twenty three by three
and five
the human touch
woven in kismet
head in
beyond head
this is the beginning
of fortune
found treasures
of strange luck
it's obvious
and stream flows
I am Will smiling
to Your own
and lift you up
beyond logic
beyond conclusion
we are to be a legend
whispered in the wind
come together
brilliant festival of the Sheppard's bells
the way it flys
extacy
elixurial delight
next to you
plunge between and flail still air
giving head
eccentrically laid
secret first magic
all across the universe
You are last
You are first
we are an explosion
communion of tribes
swept away
beyond the infinite beat
into tomorrow's tomorrow
and we kiss........................

© Bri Whitney 2005

As the lights of the city begin to soften
I stand outstretched across the water's edge
and hear you breathing a whisper
a secret to share around my tongue,
my lips wanting to part
the distance between us, but for one tender kiss
this night would I long to hold it still forever
To know of your mystery, your slender form to
encircle
and i find you without seeing
everything within all possibility
and you unfold to widen our congress
our company flows
This night, consentious
you surround me
as you always have, with your presence
at it's fullest power, you are the one,
I feel this essence of felicity
I feel we are moving shadows into light
I see your passion move beneath me
I am your heart dancing above
our instinct on the rise
to fill these hidden desires
You surround me and I make you come
find me again and again
this night of tantra
aum ah hum
the shadows softly shifting
I am with you inside
of these moments...
tonight
in the garden we plant
a rose
to bloom
across the water's edge....

© Bri Whitney 2005