I must have dreamed a thousand dreams Been haunted by a million screams But I can hear the marching feet They're moving into the street Now, did you read the news today? They say the danger has gone away But I can see the fire's still alight They're burning into the night There's too many men, too many people Making too many problems And there's not much love to go around Can't you see this is a land of confusion? This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in Oh, superman, where are you now? When everything's gone wrong somehow? The men of steel, these men of power Are losing control by the hour This is the time, this is the place So we look for the future But there's not much love to go around Tell me why this is a land of confusion This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in I remember long ago When the sun was shining And all the stars were bright all through the night In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight So long ago I won't be coming home tonight My generation will put it right We're not just making promises That we know we'll never keep There's too many men, too many people Making too many problems And there's not much love to go round Can't you see this is a land of confusion? Now, this is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth fighting for This is the world we live in And these are the names we're given Stand up and let's start showing Just where our lives are going to ( moins )

(feat. Tegan Quinn) No, it's not what we meant to say. We don’t really love each other. What happens when the summer’s over? How long before distance becomes a chore? I'm approaching with great, great trepidation. I hope you’ll understand. Before you speak think about what you're trying to say. Who else is there to blame for miscommunication? You're getting caught up in the excitement. You making promises you can’t keep. You need to leave all your options open. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control of the situation. Anxiety, Anxiety you give me no mercy. Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep. We took some pills to calm us down. Then we needed help to come back up. Just trying to stay in control of the situation. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control of the situation. They fall apart so easily. Too much momentum. This room feels like it's going to explode. Too many angles. Too many factors to cover. Waiting for signal. You're searching for network. You have to fight to stay in control. You have to fight to stay in control. No, you don’t have to fight to stay in control of the situation. ( moins )

Now I wake up around 4 or 5. Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time. Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends, make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00. Oh we're definitely going to call it in early tonight. Well, I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind. Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning, standing in a bar, with a drink in hand. How low can you go before you can't turn around? Now seriously, this is my last and final time. Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life. No, you won't catch me down here again, waiting to score sweaty money palmed into my hand. What the fuck are you cutting this with anyway? Because I have got some really, really big plans. And today's the day I'm putting them into action. But before you know it, here I am again. It's fucking 6:00 in the morning. Rolled up dollar bill in my hand. How low can you go before you can't turn around? And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind. Sick of doing the same things night after night. Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion, self-destructive narcissism. I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of. I don't know who I can trust. Thought there was us, now there is no one. ( moins )

57 percent of the population in India has no electric light, and many would be unable to afford regular electricity even if it were available. But Harish Hande is working to improve the situation. He set up a company called Selco in Bangalore, which now supplies some 80 000 people with solar power. He's helped improve life for many in Karnataka and Kerala, making it possible for children to study for school by lamplight and allowing small independent businesses to keep working even after nightfall. His project has been very successful - and it's environmentally-friendly, too. Report by Dagmar Zindel. From : http://www.dw-world.de/dw/0,,266,00.html ( moins )

Dear mother, This is just survival. Cannot promise your children everything, But you would lie so they can sleep tonight. Defeat tasted nothing like you said. Still 22 days left till the end of the world. My legacy was making you a man For a justice I could not change. This is one voice not to forget; "Fight every fight like you can win; An iron fisted champion, An iron willed fuck up." Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas? Why death is easier than living? You can be almost anything When you're on your fucking knees. Not today, Not my son, Not my family, Not while walking is still honest, And you haven't given up on me. Dear shithead, This isn't happening; The sky is really falling, The paint's all made of lead, There's asbestos in the walls, Hell's coming to rip off the doors To your priveleged heaven. Do you want to love and feel it? You can look but you can't taste it. You can reach but you'll never have it. We are untouchable; Untouchable is something to be. Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas? Why death is easier than living? You can be almost anything When you're on your fucking knees. Not today, Not my son, Not my family, Not while walking is still honest, And you haven't given up on me, And you haven't given up on me, And you haven't forgotten me... ( moins )

"What you are about to see is both shocking and upsetting." And so it was. Channel 4's torturers were a squad of former US army guards and interrogators, and definitely not to be messed with. These men seemed to know what they were doing. They had all the moves, the taunts, the carefully targeted sadism. They knew about short shackling, about stress positions, about subjecting detainees to white noise and uncomfortably hot and cold extremes (known, euphemistically, as "environmental manipulation"), and about what is termed "scenery up, scenery down"—making detainees move cells to disorient them and stop them making friends with their adjacent cellmates. They forced volunteers to urinate in their boiler suits. And they knew well what physical effects to expect from all this. The temperature in the cells was kept at 6°C. One volunteer, a 49 year old, who at the start of the programme had said that he approved of what was happening at Guantanamo, soon had to be withdrawn as he was suffering from hypothermia. Could such methods ever be justified in a world post September 11, Snow asked. The programme did not answer this directly, but let the volunteers—who were visibly distressed, even though they knew it was all an experiment—give their own verdicts. Two pulled out before the end, including an Oxford student of dual American and British citizenship who had originally said that the ends could justify the Guantanamo means but who, after his "Guantanamo" ordeal (which at one stage made him vomit in his cage), felt that such methods were unacceptable. His fellow detainees were equally critical of "torture lite," including one other who had previously thought there was a case for it. ( moins )

Converging technology, transhumanism, and our future in the making. The cutting edge group known as transhumanists see a beautiful future brought about by artificial intelligence, life extension, and cybernetics. What one must realize before getting carried away with such utopian dreams is that transhumanism was born out of the elitist pseudo-science eugenics. This documentary provides vital information on the history of eugenics and its new cutting edge transformation. ( moins )

Converging technology, transhumanism, and our future in the making. The cutting edge group known as transhumanists see a beautiful future brought about by artificial intelligence, life extension, and cybernetics. What one must realize before getting carried away with such utopian dreams is that transhumanism was born out of the elitist pseudo-science eugenics. This documentary provides vital information on the history of eugenics and its new cutting edge transformation. ( moins )

Converging technology, transhumanism, and our future in the making. The cutting edge group known as transhumanists see a beautiful future brought about by artificial intelligence, life extension, and cybernetics. What one must realize before getting carried away with such utopian dreams is that transhumanism was born out of the elitist pseudo-science eugenics. This documentary provides vital information on the history of eugenics and its new cutting edge transformation. ( moins )

Thanks to the initiative of Daniel Germain, Montreal hosted its first Millennium Promise Conference in November 2006. The conference then became Montreal's Millennium Summit; a forum for decision-making and the exchange of ideas. The Millennium Summit mission is to initiate profound changes that take on the great challenges of the coming century, as defined by the United Nations in September 2000: human development, sustainable development, health and solidarity. More info on: http://www.sommetmillenaire.ca/ ( moins )