I’m posting to a dead site in the night time.  It makes me want to cry.

Nobody has written on this site since 2005.   Once Six Mile Village was a popular site with hundreds of hits per day.  People would write poetry and stories.  Rodney would complain about any and every thing he came across (but allowed the content to be posted on the site as an administrator).  Steph would show up bi-annually.  People I respect wrote opinions.  The site was doing great without me.

Now it’s really dead.  This old content sits here and occasionally attracts a hit from random search engines.

I thought that once we got the site up again some people would come back.  But somehow the glue is gone.  Maybe it’s the format.  Because this is a blogging website.  Maybe.  Yet it’s just as easy to write here, and you don’t have to wait for approval.  It’s up.  Maybe it’s me.  Maybe the old site was Rodney’s and when it died and he didn’t come back nobody else did either.  And I’m not exactly provocative when I write.  I’m too main-stream.

So now it’s a site that has about 2 writers, 6 readers, and 5 or 6 search engine hits per day.

So much for village.

And so I go off and mourn melodramatically to a site that feels as empty as an old warehouse.  And the only people who will read this are the hopelessly addicted websurfer, and the person who unwittingly signed up for this site’s RSS feed and haven’t got anything from it in months.


And if you do read this, and you do get to the end, and you feel like writing something that would fit on this page, or the new one, please write.  I’ll be happy to add you as an author on this page.  I don’t care who you are.  I almost don’t even care what you write.

Anyway, this is my late night rant against abandoned electronic real estate.



Original article posted by squishous:

I have a favorite uncle that completely disagrees with me on about everything. I am fairly conservative and more than a little religious; and he is a pro-drug homosexual that finds his religion after a successful ‘shroom gathering jaunt to Mountain Meadows. But, this has not stopped us from forming a real bond of love and friendship. He and I had a conversation where we discussed the differences in our generations, particularly the differences in our respective youth cultures. He is a throw-back from the seventies. He began college – oddly enough – at BYU. He stayed there all of an entire semester and then followed – oddly enough – a girl to San Francisco where he gave up his church, most of his parents’ ideas, the trombone, and women.

When he was in college he recalls it actually being about learning instead of memorizing facts and formulae that may stay with us, but probably won’t.

Our education system was once a proud example for the world to follow. Students were taught to question and discover answers on our own. This allowed the student to really grasp an idea and apply it to themselves. Then – in the seventies – youth culture really began to stretch the boundaries of propriety, and they did it in a search for understanding. I guess this scared the crap out of someone because now instead of giving us real intelligence our educational system has morphed into a machine that rewards obedience over knowledge and understanding. Have noticed that the best students are not usually the most intelligent? How many of us have prepared for next semester by asking students who have already taken the course? I guarantee that the most common response to these inquiries have been about how to please a teacher, and very little o do with the content of the class. I know it has been said before, but I have to add my voice to the growing din. If we do not change the focus of our educational system we will continue to slide down the chute of intelligence until we will stand alone at the bottom wondering what went wrong and not having the true intelligence to discover a way back up.

PS. I know it has been a while, so again to all I say hello.

Orginal comments:

Nickname: Asmodeus
Re: How many cheerleaders CAN we fit into a phone booth?
Yeah we are going down hill fast, most of the pseudo intellectuals in here are proof of what is going to happen to our world, every body has something to say but does anybody ever do anything sbout it?

Most people just stand there and say how horrable something is but they never try to change it, they just have an opinion about it.

Nickname: Cornelius
Re: How many cheerleaders CAN we fit into a phone booth?
And people wonder why I never finished school and decided to join the Army instead. They asked me if I had any plans to do anything with my life. To that I said, “You’re darn right I do. In fact, I already have. What have you done with yours?” I count the years I spent in college to be the most rewarding and experience-filled time of my life. This has very little to do with going to school, however. I learned who I was, what I wanted to become, and what I wanted from life over the last five years. These experiences made me who I am and at the end of it all, I have a 0.9 GPA and thirty-some credits to my name. If I have failed to use my time well, you decide.

Nickname: Cornelius
Re: How many cheerleaders CAN we fit into a phone booth?
P.S. What up, Squishious?

Original article posted by Gunny:

For the last few weeks I’ve been watching this show, “Prison Break,” on Fox. It is definitely the coolest new show on TV I have seen lately. As the story goes, an engineer, Michael Schofield, robs a bank to get into the prison where his brother is wrongfully incarcerated and is about to be executed. Michael finds him inside and tells his brother his plan to break out and leave the country. He has the prison’s blueprints, and any other information he will need, tattooed all over his body. The show is a total rush. Every commercial is a cliff-hanger, and in every episode somebody new finds out about their escape plan, making the escape less likely and more dangerous.

Last week I arranged my homework other occupations, so that I can have time for the hour long show. At the appointed hour, eight o’clock on Monday night, I turn on Mr. Philo T. Farnsworth’s incredible machine (The TV), for what could be the awe-inspiring finale of this epic hero-saga. To my horror, and near maddening dismay, Major League Baseball has competed for, and won, the prime time Monday night venue. I braved the irresponsible abuse of the Fox Network, hoping that it was a mistake. I waited for this week, Monday night at eight o’clock, only to once again be mocked by the sight of tight-polyester clad men standing around on a pile of dirt.

I tell you, I almost pitched my remote through the screen. I mean really…who, in the name of Bigfoot’s testicles, actually watches this pseudo-athletic farce? And what programming genius *thinly veiled sarcasm* down at Fox actually thought it could trump “Prison Break.” Perhaps baseball was, at one time, as American as apple pie (Which reminds me, why are things termed “American” often the very worst example of a product? I.e. American cheese, McDonalds, MLB, etc. Don’t say it’s a reflection of our society or I’ll kick sand in your eyes.); however, the days of baseball’s height are far gone. Whatever respect the game once commanded has melted away like the shining frosts on spring rooftops. Whatever loyal fans were left from the money grubbing strikes are being turned off by the steroid abuse of the players. Putting the conduct of the players aside, the game is a snoozefest. I really don’t think the game would change much if you replaced the players with cardboard cutouts or even two inch army men. When you get down to it, baseball has the same amount of action as fishing in a swimming pool, but without the serenity; instead, baseball has the whiny voices of commentators, droning on, trying to put the unbelievably dull game into the even duller context of the season. The result is the most irritating collage of visual and auditory messages that any sane person could imagine.

Baseball has made people suffer enough, and the time has come to let baseball die. Let Americans remember baseball by hitting rocks with a stick in their backyard instead of trying to picture Babe Ruth’s face on the greedy, depraved hedonists in the MLB. The players themselves know that their strutted, fretted hour on the stage is coming to an end; Jose Conseco wrote “Juiced,” naming names in McCarthy fashion of those players who take steroids. He’s getting his money from the book sales and jumping ship. Let the captain go down with that ship – taking the ridiculous plastic hat-helmets, the worthless trading cards, and tightest pants that ever graced a husky man’s thighs – down in a wonderful whirlpool to the nethermost reaches of the Mariana Trench, never again poking its steroid-augmented, chaw spitting, stupid cap-wearing head around my “Prison Break” hour again.

For more ammunition against MLB, see George Carlin’s “Baseball and Football.”

Mst. Gny

Original article posted by medusajoy:

I tend to rant a lot I suppose…at least at anyone who’ll listen…If I were a mathematician…ha ha…I could calculate the statistical probability of the increasing number of rants versus the decreasing number of listeners…and therefore time of death…or some such. I have one friend who perpetually interrupts my rants, which would normally anooy me, however, since those are the moments in which she drops little pearls of wisdom ( that and she still lets me rant) I allow it. So when she asked me why it was that I always draw the shortest sticks…I was speachless which of course made her laugh, but that’s a different rant. I wondered, family-short stick, relationships -shorter stick, health-short stcik. And of course smaller details, like my lemon of a car, barely functioning computer and so forth. Of course this only lead to me ranting about drawing the short stick…and as to the why of it…bad karma or something.

Original article posted by AlanaGrey:

“A system of government marked by…suppression of the opposition through terror and censorship, and typically a policy of belligerent nationalism and racism.”

So there’s a definition for you. It looks remarkably like what is happening as Bush tells us that the American way is the only and that we must protect it by systematically stamping on things like freedom of speech and religion. Did I miss something? Or are those things still part of the American way? Did we get rid of the 1st Amendment when I wasn’t looking?

Is it just me, or is there something seriously wrong when a 16 year old girl is deported because she is devout in her faith (Islam) and wrote a class paper about how different religions view suicide bombings?

There are plenty of law breakers who NEED to be deported. Why is this administration singling out 16 year old girls who are grateful for their opportunities in the U.S. and their 10 year old sisters who are, in fact, United States citizens?

Orginal comments:

Nickname: ravenpaine
Re: The Joys of Fascism
Preach it sister.

Nickname: Cornelius
Re: The Joys of Fascism
From what you have said, this sounds like a terrible injustice. This isn’t the first time that something like this has happened, and it won’t be the last. Be grateful that this is the EXCEPTION here, and not the norm. I notice that all too frequently in the news, people talk about the bad things that happen. No one seems to notice the schools built, the smiling faces, and the democratic freedoms enjoyed by the people liberated by this administration. On the whole, the good outweighs the bad.

Original article posted by gandhi2:

Yesterday morning, my supervisor said he needed to talk to me, and to logout of my computer. I was nervous, because I usually don’t need to talk to him in private. The last time that happened, I was told I got a payraise from $6 tp $7 an hour. An hour later of twiddling thumbs, my boss came in and said they’d just be a minute. Another hour later, I was hungry and went to heat up my chili/baked potato. I was told to put it back, the bosses were taking me to lunch. My first reaction was that it couldn’t be all bad. Nobody gets fired right AFTER they are taken to lunch.

The lunch was going ok. Chitchat. Good sandwiches. How is work? How is your family? How is school? We have a proposition for you.

Background first, they said. The company had hired a new CFO. We are going in a new direction. We want to make use of your excellent communication and salesmanship. So we are offering you a job as a scout. Find leads, we pay comission, make the sale, we pay higher comission.

Naturally, this sounded interesting. I would have more time at home. This would be fabulous for my school schedule. I would have more time to do things, because I could set or unset my OWN crazy work schedule. I told them I was interested, and how long do I have to think about it.

Remember that new CFO? Yeah, him. Well the first thing he said was cut overhead. Obviously, the position in which I’ve been complaining about feeling expendable was the first to go. You have no job as of now. We hope you choose to stay with us, and feel that you’ll take to sales like a fish to water.

So. Hurrah. I was in control of things before. At least I knew that I’d get a paycheck every two weeks, no matter how meager it was. This felt, to those of you who know, just like being in a fight with a DC Weaver whose almost dead, and having two more DC Weavers coming up behind you for a potential gang rape, and possibly no net gain, but great rewards if you could fight such fuckulence.

I agreed to take the job. Its not like I can’t back out at any minute. They’ve made it quite easy to do that. And it will be good come school time. Financial aid is sufficient to sustain me and mine. Still, the situation merits a rant. Until next time, dear readers, keep on working. The world has dictated that man is destined to hate whatever it is he needs to do to survive.

Original article posted by -soma-:

Well, I don’t have a problem with hating (I’m really quite good at it). What I mean is, I have a problem and it is that I hate things.

Like weddings.

There’s nothing like a tacky, flashy, superficial cliche to make you want to see two gay guys get married. Finally… something original. Actually, I prefer the private ceremony where I’m alone with my fiance, the judge, and a few witnesses. Oh, and I’m over thirty. No more of this getting married at nineteen.

Just like so many other girls I grew up envisioning my future wedding. And just like all LDS girls I was assigned the sacred calling of marriage and motherhood. I recall Sunday mornings semi-circled around the lace-draped table, musing over wedding dresses and brassy temple doors. Funny, I don’t recall much scripture study. But of course not. Young girls aren’t interested in gospel doctrine nearly as much as they are in where they’re going to get married, how many layers their cake will have, and “oooh…should my bridesmaids wear lavender or periwinkle?” And I can’t say that I blame them. In an attempt to assuage the hard feelings some women have about not holding the priesthood, women are taught that motherhood is the most sacred calling. So why wasn’t Christ a woman? But I digress. Now I have two silly sisters. One is 26, married with two children and thinks it is just swell how my nineteen-year-old sister might marry her boyfriend of two months by next spring. Swell.

So, my hatred for weddings is starting to contaminate my feelings on marriage. I actually think marriage is great and I don’t want to have kids until I am married. In twenty years. I guess I just wish that everyone wasn’t in such a hurry. I think I know why many LDS people are so hasty, and it has nothing to do with how the church encourages early marriage. My question is, which is worse… getting married early so you can have sex, or having sex before you get married? Yes, you must choose between two evils, that is, unless you are willing to remain unmarried and chaste until you’ve known the guy for at least a few years and have been living outside your parent’s house for at least a few years. “Oh, but I love him so much and I feel that it is God’s will that I get married right out of high school because God has nothing better to do than command me to get married right out of high school.”

Someday I hope to be a mother and when I am I will stay home and take care of my children. However, I am in no hurry to jump into a decade-long commitment. While we’re on that note, I’m not ready to jump into any eternity-long commitments either. But maybe that is just me.

Orginal comments:

Nickname: Dyistar
Re: Soma’s Reflections on Weddings
I agree fully. I always hated the marriage lessons because of the fact that a good 90% consisted of gown, cake, reception, and repeating over and over the qualities you wanted in a mate. After the first few of these lessons I learned to always have a blank sheet of paper and a pencil tucked into my scriptures for doodling purposes. And no, I will not let you borrow my pen and paper so you can show everyone exactly what your dress will look like. Twits.

Getting married right out of high school has got to be one of the stupidest things ever. You’ve barely begun to realize who you are and what you can become. I see no reason to tie yourself down with another person who is going through the same thing. A person needs time alone to figure out just what they are doing with their life and which direction they are going. As the saying goes “Two half people do not make a whole. They just make two unbalanced people stuck in really close quarters.”

Nickname: squishous
Re: Soma’s Reflections on Weddings
Amen! I think the worst thing to come out of these teenage marriage fantasies is how trivial marriage has become. It might be obsessed with for years, but when the actual time comes – that’s it! There is no thinking beyond the wedding day, no understanding that eternity is a really long time.

In my hometown I had friends that would drive down to Vegas, get married, have sex, and then get their marriage annuled to aleviate any feelings of guilt they might experience! They just didn’t get it. How easy it has become to just quit our marriages. To threaten divorce because of menial arguments over the frozen peas in the freezer. If you believe in God, then you just shouldn’t mess around with His sacred ordinences. I love being married, and I am – and always will be – forever grateful that I waited past the point of surety.

Nickname: SmokyWolf
Re: Soma’s Reflections on Weddings
Wow, and to think I used to be jealous because the young women always seemed to come out of class with some sort of food. I’m glad I just got the “don’t get girls pregnant” speech.
You’re right about this whole get married quick thing. Too many straight-laced Mormons believe in hormonal revelation. They won’t admit it, but sex is always an issue in an LDS marriage. Unfortunately many equate the stirrings of their passions with spiritual guidance.
The Mormon culture needs to learn how to talk about sex. Until that happens, this situation is going to perpetuate itself. I looked at an English paper the other day where the writer was so afraid to talk about sex that she spent three pages talking around it. When is “Happy Valley” going to grow up?

Nickname: AlanaGrey
Re: Soma’s Reflections on Weddings
So did everyone who commented on this (a year ago) grow up in Utah or something? Because I’m LDS, and talking about marriage wasn’t like that for me. I never thought about my wedding in advance, nor did many of my friends. We were content to prepare ourselves spiritually, emotionally, educationally, and mentally for life. And encouraged to do nothing more. Because doing these things allows you to prepare for marriage, which is the single most important thing one can do. There’s nothing wrong with marriage, and nothing wrong with aspiring to do it at the right place and in the right time. And what is right is different for each person.

I married at 23 (I’m 26 going on 27 now), after a whirlwind courtship. I wasn’t thinking of marriage, but when my husband showed up on the scene, I recognized him for who he is.

Let’s not label everything that goes on in “the bubble” as LDS culture. It’s insulting to the rest of us Mormons who love the gospel but can’t stand the trappings that Utahns seem to heap upon it.

Nickname: ravenpaine
Re: Soma’s Reflections on Weddings
I’m sorry, maybe it’s just the phrasing, but do you actually mean to say that getting married is the single most important thing a person can do? Because if that is your statement I have some exceptionally serious misgivings about your viewpoint on life.

If you meant something else, then please, help me out here.

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