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Jeff Rowland
Gateway to your heart

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Adam's Complaint

Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.

The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.

The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.

You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads

And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it's not deep enough
to drink the moon from.

Denise Levertov

Another undeserved rant against SU.While I'm not 100% thrilled with the switch either, this outburst here is full of confusing and untrue information and unproven assumptions.,quoting out of context opinions of other stumblers from a year ago not related to the current switch or this-

"Comment by Mihaela Lica on 29 October 2009:

Well, the good news is that someone at SU heard this: the option to switch back to the old interface is just a link away, two clicks..."

-Heard what?SU heard your pointless rant now and obliged and added a button to switch back to V3 just now?FYI that ability to switch back was available right away in the very beginning of V4,a month ago(to the existing members at least).I think SEO's and spammers are also afraid that they will not be able to mass share and exchange stumbles after the switch.Afraid that with the elimination of "friends" category you will not be able to trap unsuspecting stumblers into friending you and then keep sending them your lousy pages?
You say SU treats stumblers as commodity.Hello!YOU, SEO's and spammers have been treating us here, average stumblers as commodity for a very long time and so aggresively that one wants to puke sometimes.Apparently you have no selfrespect and shame anymore accusing someone of exactly the things that you people(SEO's and spammers) been doing for a very long time here with virtually no consequences.Summing up this"well researched" article,in my opinion
spammers and SEO's have no right to demand here,to have the right to demand one has to contribute to the community,spammers and SEO's dont contribute they leech off SU, off mostly unsuspecting stumblers.They are slowly destroying this place and then they have a gall to demand.
Once again,you dont like it here,leave,I'm tired of being YOUR commodity.

The stranger

Ilona Wellmann

Thank you Deanie1824

Jacek Kaczmarski-Nasza Klasa(Our class)


(Translation mine-not very poetic:))


What has happened to our class,
Asks Adam in Tel Aviv
It's hard to cope with these times
It's hard to live honestly at all
What has happened to our class?
Wojtek in Sweden,in a porno club,
Writes-they pay me well here
For something, that I like anyway.

Kasia and Piotrek are in Canada,
Because there they have better prospects,
Staszek manages in the States,
Pawel got accustomed to Paris,
Gosia with Przemek barely get by,
In May there will be third brat,
In vain they keep complaining to authorities,
They would like to the West as well,

But Magda is in Madrid
And getting married to a Spaniard,
Maciek lost his life in December,
When they were making rounds through flats,
Janusz,who was envied,
for always being on top of every wave,
Is a surgeon,heals people,
But his brother hanged himself.

Marek is locked up for refusing
To shoot at Michal,
And I write their stories,
Because this is the entire class now.
There is also Filip,physicist in Moscow-
Today he collects all kinds of awards,
Travels,whenever he wants to Poland,
Was received by Prime Minister.

I have found my entire class-
In exile,inthe country,in graves,
But something has changed,
Everybody scrapes a living for themselves-
I have found my entire class,
Grown up and mature,
I scraped through our youth
But it didnt hurt too much...

No longer boys , but men,
Now women-no longer girls,
Youth's scars will heal fast,
It's nobody's fault;
Everybody is responsible
Everybody has goals in life.
All are relatively normal
But this is though so little.


I dont know -what's in my dreams,
Which star shines over me,
When among those-familiar-faces,
I always keep looking for faces of children,
Why I keep peeking over the shoulder
Despite nobody calling-buddy!
Hoping someone wil tag and play with me,
Or at least hide and seek.

We grow our own stems,our own leaves,
We grow for each of us,
And of course roots
In exile,in the country,in a grave
Downwards,sideways,up, towards the sun...
To execution,to the right,to the left...
Who remembers though that in the end,
This is one and the same tree...
One and the same tree ...