You will ALL do this, or else!!

on Thursday, August 7th, everyone must light a candle and leave it by their window, to remind this planet that there's such an issue, as the issue of Tibet, that has remained unsolved throughout the 20th century and must be resolved immediately.
Otherwise, we have no right to be called a lawful community

The World's Greatest Light Protest for Tibet grows even greater

All out light for Tibet in the 24 hours preceding the Olympic Games.

Sad Smoky Mountains & Skyscrapers join Candle for Tibet campaign. Will ignite red smoke on hundreds of mountain tops, and on several skyscrapers and landmarks in major cities.

Candle for Tibet asks people to put the candle in their windows, desks, or anywhere else where other people will see it and hopefully do the same. Many will participate in candle vigils throughout the world.

CFT is calling on All Light artists in the world to create light shows for freedom.

CFT calls the people of the world to take part by lighting candles, flash lights, lighters, car headlights and any other light source.

CFT calls for all those who plan to attend the opening ceremony in Beijing to light a candle, flash light, a lighter or even a cell phone during the ceremony.

Tel Aviv, July 21 2008

Candle for Tibet, the world's biggest campaign for freedom in Tibet, was joined by Sad Smoky Mountains & Skyscrapers to create an even greater light protest for freedom in Tibet.

The Light Protest for freedom.

On Thursday August 7th at 9:00 p.m. local time at least 100,000,000 people, from every corner of earth, will light candles in hundreds of planned candle-lit vigils, with their friends or at their homes. They will call for freedom in Tibet. (All details can be founds at CFT's press room)

SSM&S will send on the day following CFT 's candle action hundreds of mountain climbers and volunteers to ignite red smoke flares on Skyscrapers roofs in NY, Paris, Berlin, Amsterdam and other major cities around the world, and on over 100 mountain tops in 3 continents. The smoke ignition will coincide with the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games in Beijing.

"We are now ready to instruct hundreds of red smoke flares in cities all over the world" says artist Alberto Peruffo, the project's creator. "We will flare up the skies red from buildings, monuments and palaces"

SSM&S has already proven record. On May 11th hundreds of mountaineers climbed to the summits of over 100 mountains in Europe, Asia, North and South America, where they flared up the sky red calling for a free Tibet (Link to images at the bottom)

"This is very exciting development" says David Califa, CFT's creator and organizer, "SSM&S values fit ours like a glove, our whole campaign is built on unity, solidarity and sharing. It's a fantastic artistic action for freedom. We are calling on every light artist in the world to join us. We are also calling on all freedom lovers in the world to drive with their cars' headlights on, in the 24 hours preceding the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games on August 8th."

CFT is endorsed and supported by the International Tibet Support Network (ITSN), the global coalition of Tibet-related non-governmental organizations, almost all other major International Tibet support group, and several local support groups.

"We are calling on all human rights organizations to join this beautiful manifestation of solidarity for freedom. In the next few days we will also call on hundreds of performing artists, athletes and celebrities to light a candle for Tibet" says Califa "We don't expect that many will turn us down".



Candle for Tibet main web site:
http://www.candle4tibet.org

CFT Social Network:
http://candle4tibet.ning.com/

CFT Press Room:
http://www.erichopr.com/releases/c4t.htm

Contact:
David Califa
+972 544 730 090
Email: info@candle4tibet.org

Sad Smoky Mountains web site:
http://www.sadsmokymountains.net/

SSM&S YouTube page:
http://it.youtube.com/user/sadsmokymountains
Images from the May 11th Ignition:
http://www.antersass.it/sadsmokymountains/first_ignition_photos.htm


Contact:
Alberto Peruffo
Email: alberto.peruffo@antersass.it
Tel: +39 444 695140






Very partial list of targeted mountains for August 8 2008 (Urban locations will be revealed to the media before the Light Protest starts)

All heights in meters

MATTERHORN 4478 m (Alps, Switzerland)
MONTE ROSA 4634 m (Alps, Italy)
MONTE BIANCO 4810 m (Alps, France)
DOLOMITI 3300 m (Alps, Italy)

VOLCANO SAJAMA 6530 (Andes, Bolivia)
ALPAMAYO 5947 m (Andes, Peru)
HUASCARUN SUR 6768 m (Andes, Perù)
CHOPICALQUI 6354 m (Andes, Perù)
NORTH TABLE MOUNTAIN (Colorado, USA)

STOK KANGRI 6137 (Himalaya, India)

12 years on

I waited for you in your room at the hospital. The walls were white, whiter than I had ever seen the walls in a greek hospital. Your bed was made and there was a bright light coming in from your window. I was nervous, I didn’t know what I was going to say to you. What you were going to say to me.

A nurse dressed in white showed you in the room and, as quietly as she had come, left. You were dressed in a white hospital gown and glowing. Your thick black hair was shining and you looked happy.

I came to you and you came to me. You took both my hands and squeezed them against your heart. My mouth was dry.

“How are you?”, I asked.

“I am very well”, you answered and smiled. Your eyes were looking deep in mine, as if to make sure I’d remember that look for ever.

“Are you happy, then?” I asked. “I am not in pain, and yes, I am happy I think”, you answered.

“So, what’s going to happen now?” I asked.

“Nothing different”, you said. “This doesn’t change anything”.

I tried to be sad, but couldn’t. There was a huge amount of peace and tranquility coming from you, from the light, and it flooded my insides. I could feel it floating in my stomach, in my lungs, in my head. I looked at you and squeezed your hands with my hands, that were still against your heart. “You will not forget me. Ever”, I said. You laughed. “Really, I couldn’t. You either, though”.

I wouldn’t want to. How could I ever?

“You don’t look sick at all”, I said. “How can you die?”

“I am not sick anymore”, you said. “This is only for us. To say goodbye”

We stood in silence, devouring each other’s presence for a while.

“I have to go”, you said.

“I will always love you” I said.

“I know. I will always love you too”, you said.

We hugged and I can still feel that hug to this day. It was the last time we touched.

You opened the door and left. That was the last time I saw you. My brother. My angel. My friend.

The wrong one for the Creative Challenge #10

Genie held her head with her hands, shaking. The elaborate bun that was her hair on the top of her head was missing a lock of hair or two, that were now stranded around her neck, hugging her face as if to protect her. Her eyes were red and swollen, and it was obvious she hadn't had any sleep at all. It was 5:30am and the sun had started to wake up in this already hot summer morning.
Genie sniffed a tear back into her eyes and looked up. Mimi was there, trying to calm her down. “I promise you, he will not go unpunished”, she was saying to her friend, who couldn't believe luck had struck her such a painful blow. “How could he do this to me, Mimi?”, Genie said and once again tears started to fill her yellow-green-blue-with-orange-streaks eyes. “It's horrible, I know, but we'll fix it”, her faithful friend was trying to calm her down.
Suddenly, the door sprung open and Genie 's father dashed in. “I will kill him!”, he exclaimed, the anger making a vein in his forehead drum like Dave Grohl's set. He got on his knees and hugged his little girl. At the sight of her father, new waves of misery and disbelief drowned Genie . Mimi didn't know how do deal with this family tragedy. She slowly and quietly backed out of the room, leaving the family to deal with the pain.
She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. The gold-and-crystal glass shimmered in her hand like a Snitch. She thought of the time she was tricked into watching that abominable movie and shivered. She made the sign of the cross and reminded herself that this was a house blessed by His Holiness the Archbishop. She drank her water and took out her phone to call Will.
Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... but... can he possibly be sleeping? Ring... Ring....
*Click* “-cough cough- Hell...o?”, Will answered.
“I don't believe it! Are you sleeping?”, she whispered-hissed at him. “Huh? Mimi?”, Will was trying hard to wake up. “Yes, Mimi, you animal! How can you be sleeping when you've caused such a commotion?”, Mimi couldn't believe her ears. “What are you talking about?”, Will was now trying hard to understand.
Mimi had no choice but to lay out the situation for him. Genie crying, her father ready to kill him, her mother lying in bed sedated, her brother already out to find him. “Er... why??”, Will managed to utter once Mimi was done explaining. Mimi shook her head. “Will”, she said. “Do you remember last night?”. Will remembered last night. He remembered dinner, very clearly. He remembered the gift he gave Genie , to commemorate their anniversary and honor their upcoming wedding. He remembered driving her home. He remembered his surprise for her, that underlined how much he would always be by her side and tend to her needs. He remembered every single thing he said and still couldn't understand what could have caused such a reaction.
Mimi tsk-ed. Three times. That couldn't be good.
“Will”, she started. “I have known Genie for ten years. The only time I have seen her so upset was that time when she dove in the pool and the water was not the right temperature and the day the jeweler called her to tell her that you hadn't picked the ring she had specifically demanded for your proposal. I remember those times like a nightmare, Will. The pain she felt has been etched in my mind. And this is how serious this is”. Will held his breath. “But... but...”, he whimpered. “I did nothing”.
Mimi checked in the hallway to see if anyone was listening. The last thing she needed at that point was for the family to think she was fraternizing with the enemy. Noone was coming and she could here Genie 's mournful cries and her father's threats and curses from her bedroom. She went back in the kitchen and sat at the table.
“Will... what did you say about the pigeons?”.
That was easy. Will was very proud of his idea, and he had taken care of the whole thing himself. His courage built up and he said, with renewed strength: “Oh, wasn't that good? I cancelled the pigeons and told the priest too”, he said, happy that, finally, his good side would show again. “It is my way of showing Genie how I'll always support her choices...”. Seeing as Mimi didn't sound as convinced as he would have hoped by now, that renewed strength started to drip slowly from his PJ bottoms and form little puddles on the floor. “...You know... because she joined PETA... And chose to become a vegetarian... And professes her love for animals...”. Her silence was deafening. “... Because pigeons are caged... Mimi?”. Now his courage had started to slowly leak out of the room, to be as far away from him as possible.
Mimi sniggered. “Oh Will...” she started. “And the food...”. “But she is a vegetarian now! I thought she would appreciate a vegetarian dish!”, Will got defensive.
Mimi sighed at the realization that she would have to explain. “Will... She joined PETA because it is hip to care about animals. If she loved them, she would have at least one in the 5000 square feet of a house she owns. Having pigeons do a flying show at her wedding had been a dream of hers since she was a little girl. Them writing 'Genie we love you' with ribbons hanging from their feet was a plan she thought of when she was 7. These pigeons have been especially trained in Bulgaria. They are deprived of food and water so they are focused on what they have to do! They sniff a cloth with her perfume every dawn and are given special spelling classes by Transylvanian monks”. Will gasped for air, but Mimi just kept going. “And she became a vegetarian because Gwyneth Paltrow is a vegetarian. But having a vegetarian dish at the wedding only shows your guests that you couldn't afford a real dish. Do you know what this will do to her image? KILL IT! She was eating meatballs and bacon here while telling me about it. You destroyed her wedding, Will. I don't think she wants to marry you now”, she finished him off.
Suddenly there was a cracking sound coming from outside and Mimi jumped out of her chair. “I have to go” she said quickly and hung up.
Will stood at the other side of the line staring at his dead cell phone and wondering what he had done. What Mimi had said suddenly now made sense. Did he not know who he was marrying? Did he not know his wife-to-be? How had he gotten himself in that mess? What was he to do? He thought of the cottage in the country he loved so much, that now seemed to have stretched out a pair of diabolical bat wings and started to fly off towards a more understanding fellow. His eyes watered. The cook had warned him that this would be the final change to the menu, otherwise he would quit the wedding and they would need to find someone else to accommodate his fiancé's ridiculous demands. The pigeon trainer had spat something at him in Bulgarian or Transylvanian and he was sure the word “legs” had come up, though he hoped he was talking about the birds. How could he call them back? And the internal pool... was suddenly drained in his head... In its place... a bathtub and a sick laughter he had no idea where it was coming from.
He put his head in his hands and cried. How could he have been so wrong?? So wrong!!

a comment to ned

my best years were filled with

Radiohead...

and

Joy Division

and

New Order

and

Live...

and

James

and

Nirvana

and

Alice in Chains

and

Rage Against the Machine

and

Guns 'n' Roses

(btw, the GnR cover or "Knockin on Heaven's Door is the reason I always give covers a chance; it was the best cover I had heard in centuries - then along came Man Who Sold The World/thank you Nirvana)

Soul Asylum and Pearl Jam had their spot up there, only I couldn't do it! No, really.. couldn't...

And so much more! so so much more!
Oh I miss those years!

ingrid betancourt

I can't believe I didn't comment about this!

She's finally free!

I remember the day she was abducted, more than 6 years ago... We were at work and we were shocked, scared, blown away. Her campaign had been promising, and she... she was so strong, proud, beautiful!

I was watching her return yesterday, how she got together with her children again, children whose best years she missed, being held captive in the jungle, children that grew up waiting for her to return, and fearing for her life every day!

OK, so I was a fan :o) But now she's back, she's free and I'm ecstatic

I'm here

I'm here, I haven't left Multiply, I haven't lost my Internet connection, noone stole my laptop (that I know of, at least, since I'm posting this on my bf's laptop!), noone's cut my arms off, so that I can't type

The answer to why I haven't been blogging (and won't be till Tuesday at least!) is that I have an exam on Monday (7pm - local time), and I'm studying. It's the third time I'll be failing it, so I know what's expected of me: a lot of studying, a lot of anxiety and then a lot of tissues.

Anyways

I'm out

Logarithms are calling out my name.

SHUT THE HELL UP, I'M COMING!

F******* numbers and all