Julian Assange Random Quote Generator I made this with quotes from speeches and interviews by Julian Assange who is a representative of Wikileaks. It’s a simple and interesting way to see the ideas of Wikileaks and also many of the deep insights that leaked documents (and the subsequent reactions to them) have provided.
This is an ongoing project and will be updated regularly.
Some advice that’s becoming exponentially more relevant each day due to the pace of advances in technology:
Do Not Covet Your Ideas
Give away everything you know, and more will come back to you.
…The problem with hoarding is you end up living off your reserves. Eventually you’ll become stale.
If you give away everything you have, you are left with nothing. This forces you to look, to be aware, to replenish.
Somehow the more you give the more comes back to you
Ideas are open knowledge. Don’t claim ownership. They’re not your ideas anyway, they’re someone else’s. They are out there floating by on the ether.
You just have to put yourself in a frame of mind to pick them up.
From: It’s Not How Good You Are, It’s How Good You Want To Be by Paul Arden.
‘We’ve all seen how the passage of time, a phalanx of lawyers, and friendly courts (all the way up to the Supremes) allowed Exxon to escape paying financial penalties commensurate to the damage that the Exxon Valdez spill caused. By getting BP to agree to the $20 billion escrow fund (which, the president has emphasized, is not a “cap”), the White House has proactively set up a mechanism to ensure BP pays up, at exactly the moment when BP has no wriggle room to escape responsibility for what it has wrought.’
From: BP Surrenders To Obama
Restless relentlessly…
From Voltaic (Limited Edition) (2CD/2DVD) Box Set
Lyrics:
I am leaving this harbour
Giving urban a farewell
Its habitants seem to keen on God
I cannot stomach their rights and wrongs
I have lost my origin
And I don’t want to find it again
Whether sailing into nature’s laws
And be held by ocean’s paws
Wanderlust! relentlessly craving
Wanderlust! peel off the layers
Until we get to the core
Did I imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this I wished for?
Or will I want more?
Lust for comfort
Suffocates the soul
Relentless restlessness
Liberates me (sets me free)
I feel at home
Whenever the unknown surrounds me
I receive its embrace
Aboard my floating house
Wanderlust! relentlessly craving
Wanderlust! peel off the layers
Until we get to the core
Did I imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this I wished for?
Or will I want more?
Wanderlust! from island to island
Wanderlust! united in movement
Wonderful! I’m joined with you
Wanderlust!
Can you spot a pattern?
(relentlessly restless)
I noticed a small village in the distance, but before I reached it, rain began to fall and darkness closed in. I put up at a solitary farmer’s house for the night, and started again early next morning.
As I was plodding though the grass, I noticed a horse grazing by the roadside and a farmer cutting grass with a sickle. I asked him to do me the favor of lending me his horse. The farmer hesitated for a while, but finally with a touch of sympathy in his face, he said to me, ‘There are hundreds of cross-roads in the grass-moor. A stranger like you can easily go astray. This horse knows the way. You can send him back when he won’t go any further.’
So I mounted the horse and started off, when two small children came running after me. One of them was a girl named kasane, which means manifold. I thought her name was somewhat strange but exceptionally beautiful.
-Matsuo Basho
From: The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches
The truth, of course, is that writers are always working. When you ask a writer a direct question, and he smiles and nods and then says “Well!” and turns and walks away without saying goodbye, he is actually working.
-J. Robert Lennon
From: The Truth About Writers
Days and months are travellers of eternity. So are the years that pass by. Those who steer a boat across the sea, or drive a horse over the earth till they succumb to the weight of years, spend every minute of their lives travelling. There are a great number of ancients, too, who died on the road. I myself have been tempted a long time by the cloud-moving wind — filled with a strong desire to wander.
-Matsuo Basho
Very cool, I really want one though I would probably end up removing that nylon backing from the sheath.
The Prodigy is based off of the relatively popular LMF II Infantry and is pretty much just a smaller version of it.
Got some interesting features. The Russian aesthetic definitely comes through in this piece of equipment.
LE DORMEUR DU VAL
C’est un trou de verdure où chante un rivière
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D’argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,
Luit: c’est un petit val qui mousse les rayons.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,
Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est étendu dans l’herbe sous la nue,
Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.
Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme
Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme:
Nature, berce-le chaudement: il a froid.
Les parfums ne font pas frissoner sa narine;
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine,
Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.
—Arthur Rimbaud
THE SLEEPER IN THE VALE
It’s a hollow of verdure where the river sings
clinging crazily to the greenery of rags
of silver; where the sun of the proud mountain
reflects: it’s a small vale that burbles the rays.
A young soldier, mouth open, head nude,
his nape bathing in the cool blue cress,
sleeps; he lies in flowering under the cloud,
pale in his green bed where the light pours.
Feet in gladiolas, he sleeps. Smiling
as a sick child would smile, he takes a nap:
Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold.
Sweet smells don’t tickle his nostril;
he dozes in the sun, hand over his chest,
peacefully. Two red holes on his right side.
