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I’ve lived in 10 different towns within 4 different states over the past 12 years and never has my interest in local politics and community piqued beyond a yawn until I moved to Greensboro, NC.

I swear there’s something in the water.

(via Ed, original video by Tom Lassiter)

Israeli girls write messages in Hebrew on shells ready to be fired toward Hezbollah targets in southern Lebanon.

The smile on her face makes her look like she’s writing a holiday card. Wow.

It’s strange how you’ll pause to investigate something as innocuous as a mention of your own name used elsewhere. I’m glad I did, otherwise I would’ve never come across the story of Sean Farrell (and in many ways, the story of all of us).

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Sean’s casual commentary on everything from smoking pot to living with speed freaks was delivered in simple sincerity throughout the soon-to-be famous 15-minute film. This First Child of the notorious decade may have shaken the audience with his simple sentence — “Sure, I smoke pot” — but it was his barefoot impishness which would encapsulate the hope that lay in front of the nation: a promise of infinite possibility.

Thirty years, three generations, and a lifetime later, Arlyck has returned to San Francisco in search of who the adult Sean might have become. And what he finds, to his surprise, tells him as much about his own east-coast migration as it does about the Californian life he left behind-that the choices we’re handed and the choices we make are, very often, quite odd bedfellows.

Anyone know where I can get a copy of Ralph Arlyck’s 1969 student film, Sean?

There’s hardly any self-criticism from either the Israeli or UAE reporters, but watch for the third clip from CNN. The analysis is pretty direct and damning of one side in particular.

(shot on W. Market Street in Greensboro, North Carolina)

And *that’s* my beef with organized religion.

Call me crazy, but I like to trip, fall, learn from the experience and re-approach society with lessons in tow. To me, that’s what life is all about. If I were reared with any of the organized play-books for life… man, I don’t know. I trust the aggregate of reads much more than any singular text.

It’s move in day.

Man, check out the colors in the room the former owners left me for an office:

Can you picture getting any work done in that hot mess? I wanted to get them to paint it, but the market is so hot for property in downtown Greensboro I had to suck up the cost or risk losing the property. No biggie. Thanks to master painter Jay Ovittore, all the painting is finished (and looks great).

I’m about to go get the U-Haul. If you need to get in touch with me over the next few days, try my cell phone, as cable (and Vonage) won’t be up until Monday afternoon.