This blog had absolutely nothing to do with ponies. The Heck Is This? Are you guys still alive? I have been studying pretty hard for the last week and the other people involved with the blog has lost interest. I will try to make some time for it soon. The Bridge to Her Heart.

Winner of the 2010 BBC Samuel Johnson prize. What if the nightmare imagined by George Orwell in 1984 were real? What if you had to live in a country where radio dials were fixed to a single government station? Where the surroundings were entirely black-and-white except for the red lettering of the propaganda signs? Where you were required to keep a large portrait of the president on your living room wall and bow to it on national holidays? Where sexuality was repressed except for purposes of reproduction? .

Friday, November 18, 2011. Sunday, November 13, 2011. And a lot of hours too. Thanks to our roomie and his friends both me and Christina are now working at Salt on the Beach. Tuesday, October 18, 2011. Monday, October 3, 2011.

As we seemingly sleepwalk into an ever growing surveillance society, the retort I have got nothing to hide is a phrase we too often hear.

Monday, February 20, 2012. Daily Crossword Puzzle Draft Resumption. You realize your conversations adlib. Drug tracks, anything that lined you. Forward, threw you one-on-one. Oh rearing dogs and peacocks down. Beyond the scent of maleness. Behind the bars the unloved maned. And all of them amusable. What is the truth, the clandestine. Destinies beyond the grave? Too cha.