Various images of the same Ukrainian protestor during the early stages of the riots and clashes with the government before Russia intervened. (GRH)
I rode my BMX for the first time in probably a year the other day. My legs could still handle it, surprisingly enough. Felt good to be weaving ‘round people on the path, and racing down roads ahead of the traffic again, wind rushing in my ears, blood thumping in my veins, legs burning.
Raptor & Strike Eagle
A U.S. Air Force F-22 Raptor aircraft (left) and an F-15 Strike Eagle from the 325th Fighter Wing participate in air-to-air maneuvers over eastern Florida on Sept. 22, 2008. DoD photo by Master Sgt. Scott Reed, U.S. Air Force.
As much as I don’t like Raptors for being insanely expensive, there’s no doubt they’re aesthetically brilliant…
“You’re obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That’s the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world.”
I like it when someone has already articulated a thought that has lurked, nebulous, in the back of my mind for who knows how long.
Imagine a paintball war on this island!