Spotted that someone wrote what i think. That makes it enormously easy for me, cause then i don't have to write it. He actually wrote it much better than i ever could have done. So, please don't miss this. It is about finding out what you love to do:
http://www.paulgraham.com/love.html

If i don't write it's because i'm busy washing dishes.

Now that she is with me
it all seems possible
it all seems feasible
even washing dishes is actually fun.

Dr. Jaymirror will be back on Earth as late as possible. Don't wait for me awake.

"Many subsidies are largely hidden from taxpayers. This is especially true of the fossil fuel industry, whose subsidies include such things as a depletion allowance for oil pumping in the United States. Even more dramatic are the routine U.S. military expenditures to protect access to Middle Eastern oil, which were calculated by analysts at the Rand Corporation before the most recent Iraq war to fall between $30 billion and $60 billion a year, while the oil imported from the region was worth only $20 billion.

A 2001 study by Redefining Progress shows U.S. taxpayers subsidizing automobile use at $257 billion a year, or roughly $2,000 per taxpayer. In addition to subsidizing carbon emissions, this also means that taxpayers who do not own automobiles, including those too poor to afford them, are subsidizing those who do."

Source: Subsidizing climate change by the The Earth Policy Institute

"Individuals have international duties which transcend the national obligations of obedience... therefore [individuals] have the duty to violate domestic laws to prevent crimes against peace and humanity from occurring."
- Nürnberg International Military Tribunal

For the new year i wish peace and love, personal realization and spiritual growth for everybody.

Home. What to do when "home" tears you apart? Like having two lovers, you have to make a choice, and that's not a moral duty but a mere necessity. When you are here you are not there, and you would like to be in both places always. Two is still quite unique. It's not a feeling of loss yet. Two is not a lot, which is quite something. A lot would be rather like nothing. But two is still something, something special. Losing one is losing pretty much.
Letting lose is not an option, not really: one way you hurt somebody, the other way you hurt yourself. So you hold on to both.
Know that feeling?
Driving your car at thousands miles of distance and carrying home inside of you. You feel that you are carrying so much more than yourself. And you are doing it all alone. A bit tiring at times, but also powerful, it fills you with pride on the other hand. You are carrying this feeling, this thought, and are aware that it comes from so far away. And the Earth, isn't it just a tiny little spheric surface lost somewhere in the universe? And this big distance is just microscopic in reality.
The world disappears, your car is floating in the big empty space, floating somewhere in a galaxy and you in it, carrying all your feelings and thoughts. Just millions of atoms moving somewhere due to some weird circumstances of history and physics. Or maybe just one single element of energy running around like a crazy. You are yourself but you are actually also all the rest. You are floating in yourself, talking to yourself, loving or hating yourself. This ugly old junky aside a nameless street in the milky way is also yourself. Maybe you could spare a smile for yourself? Or maybe you don't think you deserve it?
A smile for yourself far, so far away from home and yet so close to it.

If you are an artist striving to do good. Maybe fighting to earn your bread or maybe selling good. Maybe pure, maybe sold to the enemy. Maybe just a professional or maybe just an amateur. Maybe thinking you are doing not good enough. Maybe whishing to be seen and understood better. Maybe just happy with what you do. Maybe just sad about it. Maybe you feel that you cannot do anything else, or maybe you have to force yourself to keep going on. You do not imagine how much i'm thankful that you exist and that you do what you do, whatever it is. Maybe you don't know if what you do is art. Maybe you think that anything is art. Maybe you have never thought about it for a moment. Maybe you just cannot stop thinking about it. Maybe i should be thankful only to those artists that i have actually seen, or heard, or "felt" through their work. But no, i'm thankful to all artists with no exception. Just the idea of art, just keeping it alive, just it. It's not enough, but it is a lot. So thanks.

"An ideology is a collection of ideas" [Wikipedia]
What's wrong about having an ideology, then? It seems that we only notice ideologies when they become dangerous, when they start doing damage, and we do not notice them while they are being used "properly". But what is properly? When can a collection of ideas become dangerous? Is it when people start acting on it? Or is it when after having started acting on it, they keep acting and forget the ideas part? People do not only act on basis of their ideas. They very often act on basis of habit. So maybe it is when ideas create habits that they get most dangerous. Because then you are not able to see the thought behind your acts any more. So you cannot be critical about it. Then your ideas become a "collection", something fixed and determined. Dead. You loose the possibility of changing your set of ideas, you loose the freedom of changing your course of action. You are just like an animal, trained and "used" by the ideology to do things that you do not actually "want" to do. You have placed your free will somewhere outside of you, and do not feel responsible for it, for there is no other possible way you could think or act. There is no possibility of improvement or change. You are mentally impotent.

Maybe in my life i have done something useful. I got an answer today to a number of letters i had written to ask for fair handling of a murder case in a country far, far away, and for protection of human rights of minorities. The answer came from an official authority, and it was not just a formal one, but one that gave me the impression my letters had been welcomed. Who knows, this might really help. If it does, it will be the best thing i've ever done. The feeling i got from reading the letter was the closest to happiness i've ever got. Why? Because i felt that there was someone, far, far away, concerned with the same problem as me. Someone to whom my concern, here far, far away from them, might have given a little more strength, a little more hope. You should try this feeling yourself once: it's better than any drugs.
Trying is easy, just follow the "ai" link...