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</description><title>Not interesting.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @paulbetts)</generator><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/</link><item><title>All My Friends</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Though when we&amp;#8217;re running out of the drugs,&lt;br/&gt;
and the conversation&amp;#8217;s winding away;&lt;br/&gt;
I wouldn&amp;#8217;t trade one stupid decision,&lt;br/&gt;
for another five years of life&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/20339777742</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/20339777742</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 00:16:04 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"San Francisco is this great drug and you sit on top of Bernal Heights and watch boats named..."</title><description>“San Francisco is this great drug and you sit on top of Bernal Heights and watch boats named ‘Opportunity’ and ‘Raw Ambition’ and ‘Your Worst Self’ sail by so far off you can’t read the red paint on their hulls, and throw your head back and open your mouth in the shape of a cloud.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Stephen Elliott&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/19859730171</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/19859730171</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2012 16:06:31 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>real bad news</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;ve got love and anger&lt;br/&gt;
they come as a pair&lt;br/&gt;
you can take your chances&lt;br/&gt;
but buyer beware&lt;br/&gt;
and I won&amp;#8217;t&lt;br/&gt;
make you feel bad&lt;br/&gt;
when I show you&lt;br/&gt;
this big ball of sad isn&amp;#8217;t&lt;br/&gt;
worth even filling with air&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/19376957077</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/19376957077</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 19:00:27 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Monogamy is not a cure for jealousy</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Even if you choose a lifestyle of sexual exclusivity, your partner will
probably love someone else.  They will probably find other people sexually
and/or romantically attractive, they will have fantasies about those people,
and ultimately they will probably want more than you are able to give.  If
you decide to structure your relationship such that neither of you will
pursue anything beyond friendship with others, so be it, but this will not
eliminate the existence and problem of jealousy.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It will just avoid the problem by treating the symptom rather than the
underlying cause.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The love you have for someone is because of who they are, and should not be
dependent upon who else loves them or who else they love.  So, for someone to
say that they could not be polyamorous because they are too jealous, what they
seem to be saying is that they do not want to deal with the reality of human
needs, desires, or the possibility that they may not be able to satisfy every
need a person has.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Jealousy is not a reason not to be polyamorous; it is a reason to consider not
being in a relationship with anyone.  Jealousy does not go away just because
you are not sharing, it just isn’t challenged when we are not sharing.  It’s
sort of like teaching children how to share toys; if you just keep them all
separate and let them play with their toys separately, the problem never
arises.  But when you put children together, they fight over toys.  Separating
them does not alleviate the problem, it only avoids it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Similarly, separating everyone out with monogamous pairings does not make
jealousy go away, it just tries to create a dynamic where it ideally is never
relevant.  It is an unrealistic expectation and is rarely possible.  So why
try?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Only because it avoids the problem most of the time.  From a practical point
of view, it is easier to not deal with hard problems.  But this is short-term
thinking, and does not lead to us growing up to emotional adulthood.  Jealousy
is one of the many aspects to human behavior which we need to address as a
species, and too often it is shelved in the name of practicality.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We can do better than that.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://polyskeptic.com/2012/03/04/jealousy-and-polyamory/"&gt;Jealousy and Polyamory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/18772631760</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/18772631760</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 19:28:33 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Banksy on Advertising</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/18487536011</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/18487536011</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 00:10:00 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"i dream in skin scented sentences
of a stronger faster fiercer you
and to each noun, verb and..."</title><description>“i dream in skin scented sentences&lt;br/&gt;
of a stronger faster fiercer you&lt;br/&gt;
and to each noun, verb and predicate&lt;br/&gt;
i dedicate a vivid hue&lt;br/&gt;
but you ain’t done too well&lt;br/&gt;
getting past your permanent pastel&lt;br/&gt;
have you now?&lt;br/&gt;
yes, the desert seemed so promising&lt;br/&gt;
and then it paled somehow”</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/17809796738</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/17809796738</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 22:02:00 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I still have my work</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Some people just aren&amp;#8217;t destined to be happy. Their lives are dedicated to a higher purpose.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I need to learn to accept this.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/16356336849</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/16356336849</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 10:10:00 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>i&amp;#8217;ve decided why i&amp;#8217;m unhappy.

i have a clear picture of the person that i want to be,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;ve decided why i&amp;#8217;m unhappy.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i have a clear picture of the person that i want to be, and i am i am unhappy
when i am not progressing toward that picture. i am especially unhappy when
there are reasons where i think i will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; be that picture.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to have lots of people i can always hang out with. i hate feeling
alone.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i want to be good looking instead of ugly and fat.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i don&amp;#8217;t want 2011 to be the last year ever, that somebody new sees me
naked. i don&amp;#8217;t give a single shit what society says about it, that&amp;#8217;s fucked
up to the core.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i want to travel all over, have awesome hobbies, and have things to talk
about other than computer crap.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i want to go out at 11pm, stay out all night, then have awesome stories of
the crazy shit we did while drunk/high/sober/whatever. i don&amp;#8217;t want my life
to be an endless progression of &amp;#8216;yeah, we watched a movie and stayed
inside.&amp;#8217;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;everyone thinks that i&amp;#8217;m just another straight person, and i hate that.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;from now on, i&amp;#8217;m going to do what makes me happy. if that means that she
can&amp;#8217;t live with me or ends up hating me, then she should leave me even though
I&amp;#8217;ll hate it, so that she can find someone else that will make &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; happy.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;the only person i&amp;#8217;m going to be is the one i want to be. full stop.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that she can fit into my life and that we can be happy together,
but at the end of the day, i get another 20-30 years and then i&amp;#8217;m fucking
&lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt;. no do-overs.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;after that, i sit in a chair in an old folks home remembering my life - is it
going to be a life of regret, or is it going to be a complete life well lived?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;m not going to live a compromise. life is either &lt;strong&gt;a daring adventure&lt;/strong&gt;, or
&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/15823175439</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/15823175439</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 03:55:39 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"you’re flawed if you aren’t free"</title><description>“you’re flawed if you aren’t free”</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/15701803262</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/15701803262</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 18:18:34 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You&amp;#8217;ve made it pretty...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I like your twisted point of view, Mike&lt;br/&gt;
I like your questioning eyebrows&lt;br/&gt;
You&amp;#8217;ve made it pretty clear what you like&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s only fair to tell you now&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;that I leave early in the morning&lt;br/&gt;
and I won&amp;#8217;t be back till next year&lt;br/&gt;
I see that kiss-me pucker forming&lt;br/&gt;
but maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock&amp;#8217;n&amp;#8217;roll band&lt;br/&gt;
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand&lt;br/&gt;
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker&amp;#8217;s hand&lt;br/&gt;
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand&lt;br/&gt;
Before you kiss me you should know&lt;br/&gt;
Papa was a rodeo&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The light reflecting off the mirror ball&lt;br/&gt;
looks like a thousand swirling eyes&lt;br/&gt;
They make me think I shouldn&amp;#8217;t be here at all&lt;br/&gt;
You know, every minute someone dies&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What are we doing in this dive bar&lt;br/&gt;
How can you live in a place like this&lt;br/&gt;
Why don&amp;#8217;t you just get into my car&lt;br/&gt;
and I&amp;#8217;ll take you away I&amp;#8217;ll take that kiss now, but&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock&amp;#8217;n&amp;#8217;roll band&lt;br/&gt;
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand&lt;br/&gt;
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker&amp;#8217;s hand&lt;br/&gt;
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand&lt;br/&gt;
Before you kiss me you should know&lt;br/&gt;
Papa was a rodeo&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And now it&amp;#8217;s 55 years later&lt;br/&gt;
We&amp;#8217;ve had the romance of the century&lt;br/&gt;
After all these years wrestling gators&lt;br/&gt;
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock&amp;#8217;n&amp;#8217;roll band&lt;br/&gt;
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand&lt;br/&gt;
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker&amp;#8217;s hand&lt;br/&gt;
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand&lt;br/&gt;
Before you kiss me you should know&lt;br/&gt;
Papa was a rodeo&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Before you kiss me you should know - Papa was a rodeo&lt;br/&gt;
What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rd.io/x/QVpRoTcvepM"&gt;Papa Was a Rodeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/15338838291</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/15338838291</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 00:31:00 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>This is what it looks like in December here,</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw7h4aqFUc1qz4tnxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what it looks like in December here,&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/14221316128</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/14221316128</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 10:09:46 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>It’s been that kind of night.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HMZwTIKkCXE?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s been that kind of night.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/13580086526</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/13580086526</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 21:35:52 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>A Thanksgiving Message from Carl Siciliano</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The holiday season frightens me. It is the time of year our homeless kids are most likely to attempt suicide. Kids who have been cast out of their homes suffer badly during a season that celebrates and idealizes family togetherness.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I met with a group of kids at our drop-in center in Chelsea. They were all out in the cold at night, waiting for beds to open up in our shelters. One boy, who is 16 years old, told me how everything went bad for him when he was eleven. His father demanded to know if he was gay and when the boy was honest, his father refused to speak to him for three years. His mother tells him that he is a mistake and that she wishes she never had him. He has been running away repeatedly since then. There is nothing to celebrate at his home. I had a hard time sleeping last night, wondering what he had suffered.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What a sick, toxic force homophobia is in our society, destroying homes, making parents turn on their own children. Tens of thousands of teens in our country have been forced out of their homes. An LGBT teen is eight times more likely to suffer homelessness than a straight teen. The religious and political leaders who promote homophobia are causing terrible human suffering. They lie when they say they are promoting family values.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8212; &lt;a href="http://slog.thestranger.com/slog/archives/2011/11/24/a-thanksgiving-message-from-carl-siciliano"&gt;via The Stranger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/13293734186</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/13293734186</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 01:35:00 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Waiting for the Man, but instead of heroin, he has a metro bus /...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6s16w1rn1qz4tnxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting for the Man, but instead of heroin, he has a metro bus / on Instagram &lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/VqSqK/"&gt;http://instagr.am/p/VqSqK/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/13271449087</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/13271449087</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 14:34:18 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Me: I can finally download Star Wars, I'm gonna be a Jedi&#13;</title><description>Me: I can finally download Star Wars, I'm gonna be a Jedi&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: You can be my Padme&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
U: But doesn't that mean you turn to the Dark Side and I die in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: Yeah, but until then it's romantic!</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/13243119450</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/13243119450</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 22:11:20 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Stammtisch / on Instagram http://instagr.am/p/SlnRS/</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu3i68UZ2i1qz4tnxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stammtisch / on Instagram &lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/SlnRS/"&gt;http://instagr.am/p/SlnRS/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/12288629560</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/12288629560</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 10:34:56 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>A Very nice wedding, if I do say so myself / on Instagram...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt4nb4115d1qz4tnxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Very nice wedding, if I do say so myself / on Instagram &lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/QRMCV/"&gt;http://instagr.am/p/QRMCV/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/11494972673</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/11494972673</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 14:49:51 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls66yaFjMr1qz4tnxo1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/10721346491</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/10721346491</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 00:18:09 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"remember what they said,
there’s no shortcut to a dream -
it’s all blood and sweat
and..."</title><description>“remember what they said,&lt;br/&gt;
there’s no shortcut to a dream -&lt;br/&gt;
it’s all blood and sweat&lt;br/&gt;
and life is what&lt;br/&gt;
you manage in between”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;October&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/10545465500</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/10545465500</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 20:11:43 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own. Nobody. You built a factory out there—good..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own. Nobody. You built a factory out there—good for you! But I want to be clear.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police forces and fire forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn’t have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory, and hire someone to protect against this, because of the work the rest of us did.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now look, you built a factory and it turned into something terrific, or a great idea—God bless. Keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Warren&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/10497367722</link><guid>http://tumblelog.paulbetts.org/post/10497367722</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 16:21:15 -0700</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

