See a Secret...Share a Secret

PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail-in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard.

The Telephone

Make sure your sound card is on--then reach out and touch something. Do it.

Sun Tzu's Art of War

So what's the big deal? A complete, essential, no-comments-by thousands of people, version of the work in PDF format to take anywhere @ 448kb. Just click and save or come back when in need of a dose of startegy. Say thank you hamid.

Pimping the Pimps of Gore--you are not what you own

"Please support the artists and bands you read about on this site in any way possible. Buy a shirt or a CD. See a show. Kiss a bassist if you must."

Excellent Blog dedicated to music--Pay dylon a visit:

http://dmg541.blogspot.com/

Is the murderblog a genre now?

Murderblog from Idaho

Blogging the Fifth Nail is the journal of an accused murderer, Joseph Edward Duncan III.
I wish I could be more honest about my feelings, but those demons made sure I'd never be able to do that. I might not know if it matters, but just in case, I am working on an encrypted journal that is hundreds of times more frank than this blog could ever be (that's why I keep it encrypted). I figure in 30 years or more we will have the technology to easily crack the encryption (currently very un-crackable, PGP) and then the world will know who I really was, and what I really did, and what I really thought.
A post modern version of Capote's "In Cold Blood" narrated in the first person--chilling reflection of our times. HT

Phenomenal Woman--Maya Angelou

"Phenomenal Woman"

Pretty woman wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to fit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies.
I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my step, The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

I walk into a room Just as cool as you please,
And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. They swarm around me, A hive of honey bees.
I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me.
They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can't see.
I say, It's the arch of my back The sun in my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style.
I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, I ought to make you proud I say,
It's the click of my heals, The bend of my hair, The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.