The Calm Before the Storm

The LGM-118A Peacekeeper MIRVed land-based ICBM. Conventional nuclear missles carry one warhead. The Peacekeepr carries ten, each capable of hitting ten different targets. Each warhead is armed with a 300-kiloton W87 warhead. It was designed to be a counter measure against missile-defense systems and was, in particular, a counter-measure agaisnt hardened Russian missile silos housing the ten-warhead SS-18 MIRVed land-based ICBM.
In the above time-lapsed picture, a Peacekeeper missile is being tested at the Kwajalein Atoll. Each line you see against the sky represents one nuclear warhead. And each warhead has the explosive power of 25 Hiroshimas. In total, that's 250 Hiroshimas. That's 35,000,000 deaths, if one tends to conversatively estimate. That's almost the entire population of Poland.
One missile.
And yet, this picture made my heart skip a beat. Luminous white lines, penetrating the clouds, lighting up the pre-dawn sky. It's almost angelic.
3000 kilotons of horrific beauty.

My Personal Statement for Lynn University

I rarely boast about my own writing but this is brilliant. It's a personal statement I wrote for Lynn University in the states. I think I got in. But then again, with writing like this, who the hell could refuse? Lol. Forgive me but, hey, I'm allowed to be egostical once in while.

Someone I know once complained that her dreams lacked strength and that her passions were futile. I consider myself to be a fairly contemplative person, rather idealistic at times, and such a statement caused me to question the very nature of my own dreams and the quintessence of my passions. Though the incident may seem inconsequential, it provoked me to reevaluate my life so far and who I ultimately wish to be. And though the question seems to be yet another of Life’s mysteries we are simply meant not to make sense of, I felt a deep loss when it occurred to me that my dreams and passions may be too weak and futile to be realized.

Since I entered high school, I have dreamt of becoming a doctor. I nurtured my dream into my senior year, and along with my compassion for the underprivileged of India, decided to dedicate my life to the many that lack basic health care. My passion for writing, at one point of time, conflicted with this dream but I realized the fact that writing can be treated, with equal interest and dedication, as a hobby alongside an occupation. In India, the dream of becoming a doctor is immensely clichéd. Indian parents wish for their child to become either a doctor or an engineer merely because of the financial stability and social standing that is attained in doing so. My liberal (yet inherently Christian) upbringing allowed me the freedom of realizing my own dreams and my parents did not impose their desires on me. I am justified, thus, in considering my intention of becoming a doctor as a product of genuine passion and aspiration. Yet, all this hung by a single thread of faith as I considered the frightening possibility: were my dreams essentially hollow? Was I revolving my whole life around castles in the sky? Was there anything else except mere fancy that comprised the passion that saturated my dreams? All my life I had believed in the potency of my dreams and, for the first time, I found myself questioning their very constitution.

The profundity and beauty of truth lies in the fact that it is experienced in one’s moment of extreme vulnerability. Through all the noise that deafened my mind in my moment of doubt, it was the small, pure whisper of truth that seemed the most certain. I just had to recognize it. I realized that my dreams did lack strength and that my passions were futile. But what did my dreams need to be stronger then? What made my passions futile? It was in my moment of truth that I realized that the only things my dreams had to be stronger than were my doubts; the only thing that can limit the power of my passions is myself. When I become my future, the future becomes mine.

Some Insane Grafitti

These are two of my favourites. There's much more here.

The Happy Face Crater, The Moon

The biggest smilie in the known universe.

something i saw on songmeanings.net... random yet, okay, ya, jus random... lol... here it goes:

by georgy on 08-05-2002 @ 03:27:47 PM

this song was written in 1987, when thom was on holiday in berlin. It shows how big cities can make you feel sad, and inadiquette. Berlin was half destroyed in the war and has lots of modern plastics in it too.

by Shezzie on 08-05-2002 @ 03:31:27 PM Wow I never new that. Georgy must be a really big Radiohead fan to know stuff like that. All hail Georgy. If you know any more interesting facts like that email me them.

by georgy on 08-06-2002 @ 02:24:25 PM Too Shezzie: Interesting factamundos?!! Here we go: .Phil Selway (The bassist) records all his bits for the songs separately because he gets bad gas. . Tom Yhorke was once on blockbusters, teamed up with? none other than mister bonkers himself, Paul Martin! (It was never shown due to a dispute.) . Radiohead used to be called: "Up A Friday" I've loads more. Jubbo ,Jubbo, mibba, Babes!!!!

by deathbear on 08-06-2002 @ 06:44:45 PM

i seriously hope that was a joke georgy lol phil selway is the drummer of course uh i have a feelin the 2nd one probably didnt happen and radiohead was called ON a Friday because they practice on fridays

p.s. geogry hasn't commented on the song since...

...pledge...

...i pledge that henceforth i shall devote more of my time to writing... no more procastination... starting tomorrow...