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"Life expands or shrinks in proportion to one's courage."    ~Anain Nin

{ Sunday, 31 August, 2003 }

"The Happy Wanderer"

And so, I'm off... possibly to Graveyard Fields, maybe to Mills River. We'll see. I'm all fired up and eager to catch up on 'mountain time.' What am I packing? Water, wine, coffee, nuts, and peace of mind. After a fitful sleep of errant dreams, I feel light and breezy, and not particularly drawn to dragging out my time in 'civilization.' It's only an overnight in the Earth's cradle, but these experiences always last me much, much longer.

Here's a polka we sang today at church... appropriate enough:

The Happy Wanderer

Chorus:
Val-der-ri, val-der-ra
Val-der-ri, val-der-ra ra ra ra ra ra
Val-der-ri, val-der-ra
(sing the last line of the verse)
I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track
And as I go, I love to sing
My knapsack on my back

I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me
Come join my happy song

I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back at me
And blackbirds call so loud and clear
From every greenwood tree

Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die
And may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God's clear blue sky

jaybird found this for you @ 13:00 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



New species uncovered in Venezuela

New species uncovered in Venezuela Among the new discoveries, revealed by US-based Conservation International, was an armoured catfish whose spiky head earned him the nickname "punk" and a piranha that eats fruit as well as flesh.

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Voting and impropriety? Quelle surprise!

Voting and impropriety? Quelle surprise! The head of a company vying to sell voting machines in Ohio told Republicans in a recent fund-raising letter that he is "committed to helping Ohio deliver its electoral votes to the president next year."
committed to helping Ohio deliver its electoral votes to the president next year

jaybird found this for you @ 07:18 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



{ Saturday, 30 August, 2003 }

Baghdad Burning is Riverbend's 'girlblog'

Baghdad Burning is Riverbend's 'girlblog' from Iraq. Increible firsthand reportage.

jaybird found this for you @ 22:02 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



Feast of history found No

Feast of history found No one tidied up afterwards, which was fortunate, because the remains of the ancient Gallic feasts were still in Le Puy de Corent, in the central Auvergne region, when the site was searched by archaeologists led by Matthieu Poux.

jaybird found this for you @ 13:28 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



A mythical bird no longer

A mythical bird no longer After 60 years the Chinese crested tern -- nicknamed the "mythical bird" for its elusiveness -- is a myth no more.

jaybird found this for you @ 11:30 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



Ancient stone circle discovered An

Ancient stone circle discovered An ancient stone circle, buried for thousands of years, has been uncovered by archaeologists at a site in the Outer Hebrides. Experts say the discovery is second in importance only to Stonehenge.

jaybird found this for you @ 10:47 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



"Crossroads of Destiny"

Thy love lives at the edge of a wing,
Pushed into the night in migration toward a warmer sun
At the greening edge of land reverted to the magical;
Manifest in the nape of a neck, the arc of a smile.
You say that everywhere is your home,
And you live at the edge of eyesight,
Yet under the stars you litter the trails in stardust
That you may be pursued.
You know foxtrails and bluejay branches
You hop and skip the maps of trickery
And only appear at your most elusive/
I have touched you,
I say with a breath of confession.
Yet you, elusive one, record not my yearning;
And move along and breathe yet another landscape into being.
We are at the apex of inevitability;
Humanity has conquered the higher mountains,
What remains are the valleys defied of expectation and want...
From primordial churning all began and shall return...
Grasp, therefore, this letter as you would a rope
Pull your bootstrings together,
And venture fearless into the crossroads of destiny.

jaybird found this for you @ 02:37 in Posting Under the Influence | | permalink



{ Friday, 29 August, 2003 }

Tom Feelings, an African-American illustrator,

Tom Feelings, an African-American illustrator, author, and historian, has passed. "I had used the functional form of a narrative without words, it is open to all people, especially those who have difficulty visualizing what Black people describe as racism from the past and its lingering presence in the present."

I met him last month during a discussion on Haiti and slavery. Simply a wonderful human being who has brought much light to a dark subject.

Crossposted to MeFi

jaybird found this for you @ 18:12 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



Robert Anton Wilson For Governor

Robert Anton Wilson For Governor First order of business on assuming office: Fire 33% of the legislature [names selected at random] and replace them with full-grown adult
ostritches, whose mysterious and awesome dignity will elevate the suidean barbarity long established there.

jaybird found this for you @ 15:42 in High Weirdness | | permalink



Sage herb 'can boost memory'

Sage herb 'can boost memory' Centuries-old theories that the herb sage can improve memory appear to be borne out by modern research.

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Oh dear, here we go

Oh dear, here we go again: Photo shows elderly Elvis Professor David Perrett and Dr Bernard Tiddeman used ageing software to reproduce the natural effects of ageing, taking into account changes in skin texture, hairline and hair colour.

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{ Thursday, 28 August, 2003 }

Mike May regains his sight

Mike May regains his sight after 43 years of blindness I suddenly realised that I could look out of the window, so I did.

jaybird found this for you @ 16:37 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



THe Universal Giggle: Appreciation of

THe Universal Giggle: Appreciation of humor doesn't change with age

jaybird found this for you @ 16:21 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



Toward the 'synthetic human:' Machine

Toward the 'synthetic human:' Machine Thinks, Therefore It Is

jaybird found this for you @ 16:20 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



Justify my craving: Dark chocolate

Justify my craving: Dark chocolate may be good for you

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{ Wednesday, 27 August, 2003 }

Ooooh, this will be big:

Ooooh, this will be big: US Republican Party outsources fund raising to India via MeFi

jaybird found this for you @ 21:24 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



"The Visitors"

We took the kids to the baseball game today. McCormick Field was packed with endless variation of bobbing heads for the uniquely American spectacle of baseball ritual. The mascot was adored and jostled by a sea of cotton-candy sticky fingers, home runs were hit, and everyone went away happy.

One moment sticks out for me though; bottom of the 5th, there's a huge black butterfly with an iridescent blue fringe that lazily bounced and cruised the wind. I watched it for a timeless five minutes, as it skimmed across unnoticing fans glued to the tally of runs hits and errors. It would come to a slow glide, and nearly alight on a baseball hat, then surge upwards, and weave curiously around.

Then the magic moment... it flies into the press box, and everyone- the announcer, the stats people, maybe even the press, stopped to watch as it ambled through, then out, and over the stadium to infinity. The sound of thousands of children and the ubiquitous din of a stadium were for that fleeting flight lost to me, as the upturned gaze of the pundits and aficionados tried to asses this new player... what might she bring to the team? I couldn't help but wonder if this was a scout for some celestial Big League, sizing things up and reporting back to HQ.

Who is ready to cocoon? To metamorphose? Who wants to fly?

While the Asheville Tourists gave the Hickory Crawdads a run for their money, I would have to say that the butterfly scored a grand slam for the Visitors. It was her odd flight of familiarity, the out-of-placeness of her oversized wings and slow careless saunter through the hallowed pastime that stole my bases and ran straight to home.

My client asks me "What are you starin' at, Mr. Jay?"

"Oh, you know, all the fans."

Not long after, I watched an insect approaching from the outfield, to become a huge grasshopper, to land on my shorts, hang out for a minute, and dash off to land on a little girl's head. Those visitors sure are a wild team.

jaybird found this for you @ 21:12 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



Arnold gets smutty I'm only

Arnold gets smutty I'm only going to give a tame snippet here: I was living in Munich at the time, hanging out with night people--entertainers, hookers, and bar owners--and I had a girlfriend who was a stripper.

Anything to say about moral highgrounds, Arn? Not to say I disapprove, but I do disapprove of politicos that drone on about ethics and morality when their own slate is at least a bit smudgy. Lord knows mine is. But gee heck, Arn, sexual free-for-alls with bodybuilders?

(No, I've never even considered it).

jaybird found this for you @ 19:23 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



Resident Bush's forays into grey

Resident Bush's forays into grey and dark legal areas: Not Up to Code? Embellishing the Flag, Then the Web Site "It's inappropriate. It's a government Web site. It's the use of government property for political work, which is illegal. They have to be careful."

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Hubble Captures Mars Close-Up

Hubble Captures Mars Close-Up The Hubble Space Telescope's newest picture of Mars shows summer on the Red Planet just as it makes its closest pass by Earth in 60,000 years.

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In a Long Presidential Race,

In a Long Presidential Race, Dean Sprints The staggering, seemingly spontaneous crowds turning up to meet him — about 10,000 in Seattle on Sunday and a similar number in Bryant Park in Manhattan last night — are unheard of in the days of the race when most candidates concentrate on the early-voting states of Iowa and New Hampshire...

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"Playground"

We begin small
Of course, that is known;
We are specks of cellular flotsam
Moving upon a flow of peptides.
We grow into a largesse that empowers bounding leaps
Over imaginary dangers bourne from the will to survive
The torrent of fears, all grown up, that consume our little time.
We leap into a playground of obstacles and hopeful respite;
Dashing between obligation and necessity
To land in a hopscotch square chalked from acuteness and dexterity.
We will grow, to embrace not only the monsters we hide from
But the finality that looms large and hungry over imagination.
The playground swings will grow rusty
The jungle-jim will sink into the mud of past-tense fun
The baseball diamond will revert to wildness once again.
Yet there will be one sweet day where you and I will walk those hallowed grounds
To remember our lost play, to exalt it,
To haul up from the trodden earth of memory
An unabashed smile of foolish beliefs and holy compacts
Made within the confines of fences and rules
Beliefs so big that all other human conventions were for that moment outwitted.
Tonight, I'd like to think we're pacing those fields of lost innocence again,
Holding our future close and sacred like a treasure map
To which only trusted eyes are privy.
Raise up the child's echoing dominion,
For it is brief,
That voice might well say yes to the whole Universe,
Might well validate it in a giggle or in clubhouse yore.
Raise up the sacrament of being found,
That blessed shadow that falls on long days...
Know then, that from the simple backdrop of time passed,
Eternity continues,
And the playground is ruled by the persistence of love.

jaybird found this for you @ 00:14 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



{ Tuesday, 26 August, 2003 }

The End of Evolution? Given

The End of Evolution? Given all the possibilities for human evolutionary change, it is hard to know which path our distant descendants will be constrained to tread.

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Roadmap to Peace

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A Bird on the Moon exclusive: details beginning to emerge.

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Burning Man rises again... I

Burning Man rises again... I swear I'll be there next year.

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Oh, you pretty thing: Skywatchers

Oh, you pretty thing: Skywatchers wait for Mars encounter Mars and Earth are about to pass closer together than at any time in almost 60,000 years.

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Defining Dean ...any rivals for

Defining Dean ...any rivals for the Democratic nomination hoping that he would soon implode -- through inexperience, or overconfidence or the weight of his supposed liberalism -- wouldn't have found much encouragement.

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{ Monday, 25 August, 2003 }

What day is it? Depends

What day is it? Depends who you ask... how we measure the passage of time varies in wonderfully elaborate ways worldwide, past and present. Some folks want to create a uniform calendar, and you may recall Swatch's quixotic attempt at "Internet Time." Colorful heuristics aside, there's always timelessness as an option.

Crossposted to MeFi

jaybird found this for you @ 19:19 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



Overheard in the London tubes,

Overheard in the London tubes, via MeFi

This eternal truth is above the logic of force, the concept of environment, or the terminology of society. Go figure.

She was at the party when an ant fell out of her nose. No-one knows where it came from.

I am composed of thousands of tiny pixels.

Everything Morrissey predicted in the 80s is coming true.

That girl in the leather coat has an Adam's apple.

jaybird found this for you @ 16:56 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



Questionable Weirdom: this month's odd

Questionable Weirdom: this month's odd searches from the referrer logs:

  • moon bare ass
  • fatiguing or hoots or scrambled or mess or doomsday
  • plastic profile shapes
  • mystery of brittney s boobs
  • the states and empires of the moon
  • barbarity or costume or rainy or absurdity or entertaining
  • wf owl and in and the and moon and wall and pocket
  • wants to paint his room black
  • gunner or watchings or repression or missing or moon
  • exotic people nekkid
  • picture man pissing on the moon
  • romances or hissed or differentiations or forgettable or shillong
  • globular or pats or thoughtlessness or pilgrim or khartoum
  • sports car funny midis

    and my personal favorite,

  • exotic people nekkid

    But curiously, one of my top referring sites, at 107 visits, is the International Atomic Energy Agency. Odd.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:40 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    For Sale: How King Shaped

    For Sale: How King Shaped the Dream Occupying 20,000 square feet — nearly one a floor — of the auction house, the sprawling exhibition opens to the public tomorrow and runs through Sept. 8. Sotheby's is offering the collection for private sale — not at auction — on behalf of the King estate.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:55 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Sunday, 24 August, 2003 }

    'Peace' orchestra makes Arab debut

    'Peace' orchestra makes Arab debut An orchestra made up of young Israeli and Arab musicians is to play its first concert in an Arab country shortly.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:56 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    New Moby Dick? Boat crasher

    New Moby Dick? Boat crasher a rare white whale The 14-meter-long cetacean, known as Migaloo, is thought to be the only known albino humpback whale.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:47 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



    Neuroscience Art Gallery Images from

    Neuroscience Art Gallery Images from the edge of 'sanity.'

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:22 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Hola, Huya: New planetoid named

    Hola, Huya: New planetoid named after rain god Remember Quaoar?

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:46 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    From the ‘Song of the Open Road’ By Walt Whitman

    I

    FROM this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
    Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
    Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
    Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
    Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

    I inhale great draughts of space,
    The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

    I am larger, better than I thought,
    I did not know I held so much goodness.

    All seems beautiful to me;
    I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I would do the same to you,

    I will recruit for myself and you as I go;
    I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;
    I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;
    Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
    Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.

    II

    Here is the efflux of the Soul;
    The efflux of the Soul comes from within, through embower’d gates, ever provoking questions;
    These yearnings, why are they? These thoughts in the darkness, why are they?
    Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sunlight expands my blood?
    Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
    Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
    (I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees, and always drop fruit as I pass;)
    What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
    What with some driver, as I ride on the seat by his side?
    What with some fisherman, drawing his seine by the shore, as I walk by, and pause?
    What gives me to be free to a woman’s or man’s good-will?
    What gives them to be free to mine?

    The efflux of the Soul is happiness—here is happiness;
    I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times;
    Now it flows unto us—we are rightly charged.

    Here rises the fluid and attaching character;
    The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of man and woman;
    (The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually out of itself.)

    Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the love of young and old;
    From it falls distill’d the charm that mocks beauty and attainments;
    Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.

    Allons! whoever you are, come travel with me!
    Travelling with me, you find what never tires.

    The earth never tires;
    The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first—Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first;
    Be not discouraged—keep on—there are divine things, well envelop’d;
    I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

    Allons! we must not stop here!
    However sweet these laid-up stores—however convenient this dwelling, we cannot remain here;
    However shelter’d this port, and however calm these waters, we must not anchor here;
    However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us, we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

    III

    All parts away for the progress of souls;
    All religion, all solid things, arts, governments—all that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of souls along the grand roads of the universe.
    Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and sustenance.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:07 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    { Saturday, 23 August, 2003 }

    Taboo The aim of this

    Taboo The aim of this activity is to tell you something about your moral intuitions.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:56 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    The Surrealist Compliment Generator

    The Surrealist Compliment Generator

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:44 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    Deans' WSJ Op-Ed When companies

    Deans' WSJ Op-Ed When companies cut back on health-care benefits and guaranteed pensions, workers are hit hard. Studies by scholars, including Karen Kornbluh of the New America Foundation, show that families compensate by running harder, and that stress can become unbearable. There are elderly parents to care for, children to educate, and the need to save for a secure retirement. Married couples now work 10 weeks longer each year than they did in 1968, and live with an accumulation of debt that threatens financial disaster.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:42 in Howard Dean for President 2004 | | permalink



    "Not Cranky"

    This is a retort of my previous crankiness. My headache was gone within an hour, I didn't have to work 'til 6, barely 'had' to smile and the socialites were nice, and the soymilk and oj are fully thawed. I'm rarely cranky and whiny, but I suppose I had to get it all out of my way.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:16 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    "Cranky"

    Waaah. I've got a headache and I work all day today. Waaah. My soy milk and orange juice was frozen solid this morning. Waaaah. I don't want to deal with socialities. Waaah. This is the one job where I have to smile and be perky all day. Waaah. There's that damn rooster again. Waaah! I hate whining. Waaah? ? ?

    Oh freedom, you elusive waif. Wait a minute.... I'm off at 6. That's only 9 hours from now. Jaybird, you sillyhead. Get in the shower.

    Howzat for voyeurism, folks? No flowery essay, but gritty late for work reality. Feels good to vent, but I promise this won't be a regualr feature. No, I'm not crossing my fingers, either.

    Slight grin.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:44 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Friday, 22 August, 2003 }

    Birdonthemoon.com Build No. 2.0

    Damn, this has been annoying but it works... less load time for dialups, slightly more efficient interface. We'll see. Time for a beer. Comments, anyone? Look alright? Do tell!

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    Agayuliyararput: Our Way of Making

    Agayuliyararput: Our Way of Making Prayer
    Masks and more from an Alaskan tribe.

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    Wow, those conservatives sure are

    Wow, those conservatives sure are compassionate! Guantanamo may free children "three children - aged between 13 and 15 -" Sick and wrong.

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    "One Step, One Breath"

    We could gaze upward and see a swath of starlight
    Or a complex map of gases, rays, and vastness constellate;
    I could look into your eye and dive into your whirlpool of colors
    Or I could perceive an organ moving imperceptibly to interpret light.
    Where there is a back of a hand, there is a palm,
    Sometimes shadowed by a celestial caress.
    Our curious mass of humanity, our teeming cultures
    And brazen individualism wandering under the cloak of stellar passage
    Walks one step in the simple
    One step in the convoluted,
    One breath of the infinite,
    One breath of the one.
    In our heady pillowtalk we quantify miracles
    And qualify the so-called ordinary, it is our way.
    Just as the weaver rides the thread, in-out, in-out,
    So do our minds converse alternately with the singular and the multitudes.
    Discernment is a teeter-totter, a see-saw bouncing between
    Focused vision and deluge,
    And in our sweet dreams we find the pivot point,
    The ferment of dualities, the reconciliation of the parallel perceptions
    That underlie the commonest of structure, and confound it.
    In that crazy swirl,
    We could gaze upward and see everything, or nothing,
    And laugh along our merry way,
    An eye for the swooning no matter how it works,
    A hand to hold made out of whatever it is, and bless it with a kiss.
    Simplicity and complication, set free,
    Bounding away like the will to play
    On bright dewey grass that it springy under the feet...

    ***

    Could it be that our own desire to perceive is a veil?
    Acting on a hunch, on a dare,
    Here are we,
    Pulling back the mere fabric
    To reveal ourselves without explanation, or reason.

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    { Thursday, 21 August, 2003 }

    The Hopi prophecy of Pahana

    The Hopi prophecy of Pahana "My people await Pahana, the lost White Brother, [from the stars] as do all our brothers in the land. He will not be like the white men we know now, who are cruel and greedy. we were told of their coming long ago. But still we await Pahana."

    More here...

    "We feel that the world is good. We are grateful to be alive. We are conscious that all men are brothers. We sense that we are related to other living creatures. When you go out of the house in the morning and see the rising sun, pause a moment to think about it. The sun brings warmth to the things that grow in the fields. If there’s a cloud in the sky, look at it and remember that it brings rain to a dry land. When you take water from a spring, be aware that it is a gift of nature."

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:35 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    My So-Called Universe - Our

    My So-Called Universe - Our cozy world is probably much bigger and stranger than we know.

    Quantum theory says that nature is discrete, so the visible universe we inhabit is characterized by a finite amount of information; if space is infinite, this informational pattern is bound to repeat at vast enough distances. A back-of-the-envelope calculation shows that there should be an exact copy of you around 10 to the 10 to the 28th light-years away.

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    Thai man dies while laughing

    Thai man dies while laughing in sleep via MeFi

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    Kevin Kling's Circus Tale was

    Kevin Kling's Circus Tale was on NPR tonight and was pure delight. Real Audio format

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:31 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    STUPID: Taco Bell launches it's

    STUPID: Taco Bell launches it's Recall Poll. Buy a taco, exercise democracy? Please.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:04 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    The most 'average' place in

    The most 'average' place in England: Just an average day in Average Town

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:52 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 20 August, 2003 }

    MoveOn.org called in to help

    MoveOn.org called in to help exiled Texas democratic senators fighting right-wing redistricting effort.

    I am writing to you from a hotel room in Albuquerque, New Mexico, where I and 10 of my colleagues in the Texas Senate have been forced to reside for the past 20 days. If we return to our homes, families, friends, and constituents, the Governor of Texas will have us arrested. I know, it sounds more like a banana republic than the dignified democracy on which we have long prided ourselves. We are effectively exiled from the state due to our unalterable opposition to a Republican effort -- pushed by Tom Delay and Karl Rove, and led by Texas Governor Rick Perry -- that would rewrite the map of Texas Congressional districts in order to elect at least 5 more Republicans to Congress.

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    Mural Arts Program: Mural Gallery

    Mural Arts Program: Mural Gallery

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    Mongolia's cult of the great

    Mongolia's cult of the great Khan Bursting on stage in the middle of the national stadium is the unmistakable figure of Genghis Khan, the Mongol warrior who built a vast 13th Century empire.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:21 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    "Prosecute acts of terror" by

    "Prosecute acts of terror" by stopping the illegal guvmint of George the Pretender and Ashcroft the Fowl from putting up partisan political websites like Preserving Life & Liberty

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:38 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Giant gerbils infest China An

    Giant gerbils infest China An explosion of gerbils...

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:33 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    Cultural history of the night

    Cultural history of the night Festive and frightening: In history, nocturnal urban darkness was the norm

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:51 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 19 August, 2003 }

    "God in the Neighborhood"

    revival.jpg

    God is in the neighborhood this week. One of them at least, or one of God's many guises. The little Baptist church across my driveway is having an outdoor revival, and around 7pm every night, I can hear a chorus of "Praise God!" intermingling with the sounds of breezy leaves, crickets, and the occasional burst of Tejano music from the apartments across the way. Oddly, the rooster was quiet this evening.

    It's entirely outside, and still it seems voyeuristic to watch. While the same breeze blows between us, it may as well be a nation apart. I thought of going over and 'blending in,' which would be quite an effort. I'm just curious how people do what they do and believe what they believe. Our spiritualities are what you might call in the south 'a far piece aways' from eachother, yet there's something to watching the faces of the devoted while in rapture... of Baptists, Muslims, Hindus, of lovemakers, hayrakers and Siddhus. When people are in the 'God zone,' no matter how they get there, there's a certain universal glow that no artist has yet succeeded in capturing, though many come valiantly close.

    The thin asphalt lane that separates us is a ribbon that thins to nothingness the higher we go. Our conception of God can be expressed in the same language but with vastly different implications. It's feasible to imagine that if I were to reveal to the Preacher a few bones from my ossuary/closet, that I'd be set on a theological rollercoaster that debarks in a rather hypothetically warm place indeed. Yet if I let myself I could analyze their take on The Whole Deal and file it away under "misguided notions of guilt and power," I'd be doing the same thing and the whole lot of us would be simmering in the rank juices of our mutual ignorances.

    So, it's easier for me to watch and listen, leaving the rights and wrongs out of it as faces turn skyward in rapt attention, hands flailing in the knowledge of one of God's infinitely various guises. Birds sing slow summertime songs as the sunset trickles red and gold through the leaves of these knowledgeable apple and plum trees. I'll mow the grass and be thankful for my own weird little story of the Universe and the dream of Whatever It Is This All Means, listening for the hymns of praise uplifted by cardinal and lightening bug, Amen.

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    On Getting Along by Howard Zinn

    via Email

    You ask how I manage to stay involved and remain seemingly happy and adjusted to this awful world where the efforts of caring people pale in comparison to those who have power?

    It's easy. First, don't let "those who have power" intimidate you. No matter how much power they have they cannot prevent you from living your life, speaking your mind, thinking independently, having relationships with people as you like. (Read Emma Goldman's autobiography LIVING MY LIFE. Harassed, even imprisoned by authority, she insisted on living her life, speaking out, however she felt like.

    Second, find people to be with who have your values, your commitments, but who also have a sense of humor. That combination is a necessity!

    Third (notice how precise is my advice that I can confidently number it, the way scientists number things), understand that the major media will not tell you of all the acts of resistance taking place every day in the society, the strikes, the protests, the individual acts of courage in the face of authority. Look around (and you will certainly find it) for the evidence of these unreported acts. And for the little you find, extrapolate from that and assume there must be a thousand times as much as what you've found.

    Fourth. Note that throughout history people have felt powerless before authority, but that at certain times these powerless people, by organizing, acting, risking, persisting, have created enough power to change the world around them, even if a little. That is the history of the labor movement, of the women's movement, of the anti-Vietnam war movement, the disabled persons movement, the gay and lesbian movement, the movement of black people in the South.

    Fifth: Remember, that those who have power, and who seem invulnerable are in fact quite vulnerable, that their power depends on the obedience of others, and when those others begin withholding that obedience, begin defying authority, that power at the top turns out to be very fragile. Generals become powerless when their soldiers refuse to fight, industriaists become powerless when their workers leave the jobs or occupy the factories.

    Sixth: When we forget the fragility of that power in top we become astounded when it crumbles in the face of rebellion. We have had many such surprises in our time, both in the United States and in other countries.

    Seventh: Don't look for a moment of total triumph. See it as an ongoing struggle, with victories and defeats, but in the long run the consciousness of people growing. So you need patience, persistence, and need to understand that even when you don't "win," there is fun and fulfillment in the fact that you have been involved, with other good people, in something worthwhile.

    Okay, seven pieces of profound advice should be enough.

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    Dean Soars To Top

    Dean Soars To Top Of New Hampshire Poll

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    Republicans have changed...

    Republicans have changed...

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    "Joslin et al vs. Devil Rooster, Part the Third"

    LATE BREAKING DEVELOPMENT:

    The neighbors of Jay Joslin, the blogger besieged by the crowing of a rooster from hell, have replied to his last communique. Near his mailbox, was his last letter returned, these words were written on the outside:
    "You can talk to me if you want. I do not want no more letters. But I will try to do something. It is not mine p.s. "
    Mr. Joslin has stated that this disownership of the pesky fowl clears the way for him to repatriate the rooster to a more rural setting or let Animal Control "nab the demon." This morning was the first in some time that the rooster did not wake him up at four or five in the morning. Today is was a cat fight. We will continue to report as developments emerge on this ongoing struggle.

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    Moon colony 'within 20 years'

    Moon colony 'within 20 years' "To actually live on another world would be quite a test of technology as well as human physiology. We don't know what the long-term effects of living in a low gravity environment would be."

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    Reporters Fault U.S. Troops in

    Reporters Fault U.S. Troops in Iraq Death Fellow journalists accused U.S. troops of negligence in the shooting death of a Reuters cameraman, saying it was clear the victim was a newsman when soldiers on two tanks opened fire. Press advocacy groups called for an investigation.

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    { Monday, 18 August, 2003 }

    Arrests don't deter naked

    Arrests don't deter naked walker crossing Britain His 847-mile trek has been hampered by eight arrests, an examination at a psychiatric hospital and several nights in jail. This week, he's starting over after Scottish police shipped him back to his starting point in Cornwall for a court appearance.

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    Kamikaze: Sequoia Crushes SUV In

    Kamikaze: Sequoia Crushes SUV In National Park

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:05 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    US notches world's highest incarceration

    US notches world's highest incarceration rate More than 5.6 million Americans are in prison or have served time there, according to a new report by the Justice Department released Sunday. That's 1 in 37 adults living in the United States, the highest incarceration level in the world.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:03 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Neil Armstrong - The Truth

    Neil Armstrong - The Truth What he really said on the Moon.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:02 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    This is totally amazing: Zombie

    This is totally amazing: Zombie Infection Simulation

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:38 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    'How to be Gay' course

    'How to be Gay' course draws fire at Michigan I totally support academic freedom and this class should be taught on the grounds of free speech; but, this is the same thing I was talking about yesterday... being gay, as I understand it, is not something you do but something you are. I am left handed, and did not require any classes to learn how to be more left handed, I just am. Same thing with 'gayness.' IMHO.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:48 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    { Sunday, 17 August, 2003 }

    I made this comment on

    I made this comment on a possibly trolling MeFi thread (entitled trollingly "Liberace called to say") about "Captain Euro" and his apparently gay 'looking' counterparts. "Gayest. Pro-EU propaganda. Ever," was the link description. The cartoons are drawn in a typical comic book fashion with a certain curviness, I found nothing about them that screams "GAY!" So, I wondered what is it that makes people think something 'looks' gay. Not many people know I'm gay when they first meet me, whereas a straight friend of mine is *always* being told that he is gay. With TV shows like "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" are we corralling ourselves into an image rather than an orientation? Often, it's not the straight world pouring gay people into this mold, it's we ourselves...
    OK, back to the point. As far as Cap'n Euro and his efficient cosmopolitan friends, to me he looks no more queer than the Flash, Superman or Batman's cave buddy Robin. Or am I an old fussbudget who's missing something?

    UPDATE: The originator of the thread meant no harm and wasn't baiting. Hw was hoping to be harmlessly funny. Well intentioned. I think.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:07 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Crikey! Britain is running low

    Crikey! Britain is running low on beer Brewing giant Carlsberg-Tetley was forced to ship in emergency supplies of lager from abroad because of this summer's heatwave, it emerged today.

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    "Love is Being, Love is Waiting"

    Somewhere, lights on the dancefloor
    Seem to encircle two would be lovers
    And their eyes are drawn closer in swoon.
    Somewhere, a bus and baggage split the night
    There's a note on a coffee table, miles uncounted behind
    While someone sleeps well for the first time in years.
    Somewhere, only days remain until a story is finished
    One that spanned decades and the wringing and kissing of hands
    There's eyes that search the sky for meaning.
    Our human compulsion to and from love
    Has raised and leveled civilizations
    Just as it has neighborhood romances...
    Our condition blesses and vexes
    In the together-breathing of summer meadow bliss
    To the dark ink that writes the final missives.
    The fabled love of poets, saints and sinners is a phoenix,
    Rising from and crashing back to source,
    Sometimes soaring long across heaven,
    To collapse into a spray of ash...
    Time will give even this to the most endeared.
    In this maze of flame I am not lost
    I am a fledgling, learning th stretch of my fiery wings
    From a distance watching the drama of flight.
    I am not on the dancefloor tonight
    I am not fleeing some broken promise
    I am not enduring the last days of love
    Though I seek fellowship with those that are
    In the most sultry and the most banal of bumps on the map.
    I long a for commonplace kiss
    And a wink amidst the commotion,
    Yet I've not completed my phoenix-dance,
    I am not fully dissolved in char or ardor,
    But somewhere there is a rising
    A telling of tales
    A wind of whispers
    And something new takes to the sky...
    It might be just outside my window
    Or it might be just inside,
    Springing from the nest of dreams.

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    { Saturday, 16 August, 2003 }

    Two potlucks in one night!

    Two potlucks in one night! I'm staggering (not for the beverages) my visits to one and a half hours apiece.

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    Underwater, an account of the

    Underwater, an account of the Three Gorges Dam on the Yangtse.

    Watching the river rise is like tracking the progress of the clock’s short hand: it’s all but imperceptible. There is no visible current, no sound of rushing water—but at the end of every hour another half foot has been gained. The movement seems to come from within, and to some degree it is mysterious to every living thing on the shrinking banks.

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    A Bioethicist's Take on Genesis

    A Bioethicist's Take on Genesis The snake is, he writes, ''an embodiment of the separated and beguiling world of autonomous human reason,'' a voice of ''rationalist mischief.''

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:38 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    "Joslin et al vs. Devil Rooster, Part Deux"

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    Dear Neighbors,

    It’s been about two weeks since I last wrote concerning the rooster. So far, the rooster continues traveling and waking me up between 4:30 and 5:30 in the morning. I'm a very light sleeper and the crowing makes getting back to sleep almost impossible (I rented this place for the peace and quiet). This morning it started at 5:15 and went at it for over two hours. I cherish my sleep and because of this bird I’m only getting 4 to 5 hours per night.

    Since no one (including Sander’s Court residents) is claiming responsibility for this animal, it must be assumed that it is a stray. Therefore, the best option is to involve Animal Control and report a nuisance or have it taken to a farm animal sanctuary (there’s one off of Brevard Rd.). I’m ready to consider either option as a remedy to this problem.

    Believe me, I like roosters and all birds. But this is a quality of life issue. If you really don’t own this bird, than surely these two options are the best route and the least harm done to anyone. I would greatly appreciate your help.

    Respectfully,

    Your Neighbor Who Chased the Heathen Incubus Around the Perimeter of his House in Pajamas at Six O'Clock A. M. for Half an Hour with a Stick Trying to Make it Shut the F*** Up or Hop the Fence Back to Your Lovely Ranch Style Home Where You Call the Demon "Your Lil' [sic] Pookins" or Some Such Drivel and Feed it all Kinds of Yummy Treats; But Lemme Tell Ya if it Comes Back and Wakes Me Up Again I'll Invite You Over For Dinner... I've Got a Wicked Barbecue Sauce.

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    { Friday, 15 August, 2003 }

    Off to this place to

    Off to this place to meet coworkers from this company to enjoy this activity.

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    Microbe breaks temperature record The

    Microbe breaks temperature record The single-celled microbe grows at higher temperatures than any other known lifeform, according to scientists...

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    How can I keep my

    How can I keep my soul in me, so that
    it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
    it high enough, past you, to other things?
    I would like to shelter it, among remote
    lost objects, in some dark and silent place
    that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
    Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
    takes us together like a violin's bow,
    which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
    Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
    And what musician holds us in his hand?
    Oh sweetest song.

    ~Maria Rainer Rilke

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:43 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    Baghdad Blogger lays it down:

    Baghdad Blogger lays it down:

    As you go into Baghdad from the west there is graffiti on the walls that says "Welcome to the Republic of Darkness and Unemployment".
    Baghdad had no electricity for a whole day. Call me the master of all whiners but do you have any idea what it feels like to sleep in 50C? I guess with the current heat wave you have a taste.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:29 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Who needs a constitution? Defiant

    Who needs a constitution? Defiant chief justice vows to keep Ten Commandments monument The Alabama chief justice locked in a fierce battle with a federal court vowed Thursday that he would not remove a monument of the Ten Commandments from the state's judicial building's rotunda.

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    { Thursday, 14 August, 2003 }

    What's up, Doc??? Cloning Yields

    What's up, Doc??? Cloning Yields Human-Rabbit Hybrid Embryo

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    Thank you for taking my

    Thank you for taking my call! is a website mentioned by a caller on ABC news tonight (during the Mighty Mohawk Power Grid Drama) that links... to prank calls?

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:24 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    MeFi's breaking coverage of the

    MeFi's breaking coverage of the New York power outage

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    { Wednesday, 13 August, 2003 }

    All about the Cathars. All

    All about the Cathars. All about the Avars. All about the Magyars.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:55 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    "Library Post!"

    Post quick, jaybird! Library closes at 8!

  • Dowd on presidential bloggers
  • Apocalypse in a nutshell
  • Franken rebutts Fox
  • Dog passes breathalyzer
  • Taylor will be tried for warcrimes... finally a foreign policy statement I can approve of!
  • The evil worm... and it's minions
  • Left-Wing's 20 'worst' people of the 20th century

    Meanwhile, please keep fingers crossed for speedy resolution to my comp probs... my techie is, as usual, stumped.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:01 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 12 August, 2003 }

    Arnold's stupid movies kept off

    Arnold's stupid movies kept off air during recall race,
    Nader takes a pie in the face,
    Internet cafe is closing,
    Counterfolk give chase.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:59 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    "Finding Future's Wings"

    I am here. My computer is elsewhere, under anaesthesia and in pain.

    Yesterday, the most amazing thing happened. Granted, the world is a continuum of most amazing things happening, randomly and sequentially, but that is a story too large to tell and is best experienced without attempts to explain It. This particular most amazing thing, a moment's microcosm of the eternal macrocosm, a distillation of magic from the eternal Magic Trick, blew me out of the allegorical water. It was at water's edge it happened.

    My work is with 'at-risk youth.' The youth I work certainly has his issues, but he might be at-risk of Buddhahood as well. I shadow him in school, which has been one interesting trip that has jostled memories long festering and undigested. After school, we go to the library, the pool, and yesterday, we went to a creek to 'hop on rocks,' the ultimate processing activity.

    We skipped along the creek, catching fleet shimmers of minnow and shadows of darting crawfish, pulled along by butterflies and a breeze so fresh and golden it might have blown in from Nirvana. Imagine the echo of a ten year old giggle with the gurgle of an old stream, carving the grantie boulders that cradle it's meander... voices old and new bouncing off the other, rippling outward and onward. Imagine the smile my face makes when at once it relives a ten-year old's mutable and numinous mindscape, where the borders between worlds are porous and everywhere. Hopping on rocks just for the sake of it, straddling islands because we can.

    We came to his destination; a large boulder with an old noble tree fallen over it. We looked into the pools for signs of life; of course, life stared us back in the face... amoebas, polychaete, algae, snail trails. Then, as I looked away, following a bluejay's swooping blur...

    "Mr. Jay, Mr. Jay, come and look at this, quick!!!"

    And I was a little at loss to explain it. Coiled at the bottom of a shallow pool, a black and yellow dead something. At first, I thought it might have been some larval stage of damselfly, but it was too big. Using a stick, we found that this was a drowned caterpillar. "Quick, we've got to get it out!" I explained that it was dead, and part of the natural cycle for the dead insect to become food for other organsims... the dead form the delicate matrix of the living. "Get it out anyway, I want to see it!"

    Using my hand, I scooped the caterpillar up with my hand and set it's drenched and stiff body on the rocks. The boy gazed into the creature with wide eyes. "There's gonna be one less butterfly in the world." "Yes, that's true, but nature must have intended it." "But Mr. Jay, sometimes we need to help nature, right?." "Right, but in this case, there's nothing we can do."

    Right?

    Using a thin twig, he touched it tentatively. What had appeared to be a lifeless body twitched. "It's alive Mr. Jay! It's alive!" I was awestruck. "Now, there's gonna be one more butterfly in the world!" I'll be damned. He was right. The caterpillar was now fully revived, and soggily made it's way along the rock. A miracle? The thing looked utterly devoid of life, I felt it was hopeless. Within a minute I was proven utterly wrong, and the revived life crawled on it's way to become a butterfly as I stood in slack-jawed wonder and the boy, affirmed and strengthened by his call to save it, hopped along and over the clear current.

    The most amazing thing... intervening in nature's process, the drowning caterpillar, the amazed boy, the revival, the spreading of future wings. I had to turn my head so he wouldn't see my tears. Could this simple gesture be the 'sign' I've been looking for, a validation, a miracle, a serendipitous splash of holy water and wet sneakers? Could be. Something so simple, something so sweet, illumination as sparkling as sun bouncing across creekwater, as a ten year old boy and a thrity year old man meet at the still place in the flow, supported by the same stones, finding future's wings.

    Life may be concealed in the most hopeless of shapes, but may be rekindled by the most hopeful of eyes.

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    { Monday, 11 August, 2003 }

    Impact forces following the unexpected

    Impact forces following the unexpected removal of a chair while sitting.
    via MeFi

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    Kansas Is Flatter Than a

    Kansas Is Flatter Than a Pancake This obvious question “how flat is a pancake” spurned our analytical interest, and we set out to find the ‘flatness’ of both a pancake and one particular state: Kansas.

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    Might be posting for a

    Might be posting for a while from the library and such.... computer really needs to go in. Windows explorer is crashing every time I go through the file system, making back-up impossible.

    Meanwhile, with no action taken of the rooster by the neighbors, I might have to take more extreme measures, such as forced repatriation to deeper country, or worse (muah-ha-ha-ha). Don't want to hurt it but I can't take this any more.

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    My namesake is a junior

    My namesake is a junior cowboy in Oklahoma. His namesake is a blogging weirdo in North Carolina.

    "Our family Raises Cattle at Snow Oklahoma
    My dad can run Bull Dozers and Motor Graders
    We help him build fence and clear Land
    My Grandpa and Grandmother live close to ICE Oklahoma
    Ice isn't on the map but is 4 miles south of Snow Oklahoma"

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    { Sunday, 10 August, 2003 }

    "No Accidental Meetings"

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    There are no accidental meetings;
    No face that rounded the corner and found the sun
    Did so by mistake-
    We grasp loose ends and pull them toward us, within us,
    And our own star-clutching hands are tugged into other worlds daily
    Which we are made to know in sudden sentient bursts of happening...
    Dream-like, fluid.
    Or our heads wander with clouds and as we change shape
    And we know not into what we are passing.
    Eye to I, sight to site,
    We meet, eclipsing time and space...

    Oh sweet golden sun kissing my face!

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    Anti-War Reservist Fights Court-Martial A

    Anti-War Reservist Fights Court-Martial A Marine reservist facing a court-martial says he's being unfairly prosecuted for criticizing the military at anti-war rallies and for publicizing his application for conscientious objector status.

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    Seeking answers to big 'mystery

    Seeking answers to big 'mystery ape'

    Scientists speculate that the hitherto unknown primate may have designed Windows XP.

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    WMD, con't... Napalm update: A

    WMD, con't... Napalm update: A 1980 UN convention banned the use against civilian targets of napalm, a terrifying mixture of jet fuel and polystyrene that sticks to skin as it burns. The US, which did not sign the treaty, is one of the few countries that makes use of the weapon. It was employed notoriously against both civilian and military targets in the Vietnam war.

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    { Saturday, 09 August, 2003 }

    Cannibals! Hubble spies big galaxy

    Cannibals! Hubble spies big galaxy gobbling little one

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    The 'Ole Family Ranch'

    The 'Ole Family Ranch' in Crawford is a Set Completed the Same Day the Election Was Stolen Alas, the Crawford ranch is a symbol of the utter corporate phoniness of this administration. The whole scenario reminds me of those type of sophisticated con artists (like the ones who recently convinced several investors they could turn sand into gold! ) who blow into town, rent an upscale office space just long enough to give them enough credibility to hoodwink investors.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:13 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Tokyo Temple Ceremony Honors Pinball

    Tokyo Temple Ceremony Honors Pinball Machines In Friday's solemn ceremony, Buddhist monks in purple robes chanted sutras in front of a candle-lit, brocade-draped altar adorned with a golden replica of a pachinko machine.

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    { Friday, 08 August, 2003 }

    DeanSpace is an open development

    DeanSpace is an open development community providing powerful web-tools, quality support, and expert advice to Howard Dean's grassroots supporters. Our goal is to better interlink existing web activism, bring new citizen participants into the political process, and assist individuals to network and organize for taking action in Howard Dean's presidential grassroots campaign.

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    Surprised? Bush Misuses Science, Report

    Surprised? Bush Misuses Science, Report Says ...has repeatedly mischaracterized scientific facts to bolster its political agenda in areas ranging from abstinence education and condom use to missile defense...

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    6-year-old holding George W. Bush

    6-year-old holding George W. Bush Elite Force Aviator Doll hostage Boy’s home is surrounded by Secret Service and Homeland Security-coordinated SWAT forces

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    Injured Dog Amazes By Taking

    Injured Dog Amazes By Taking Self To Vet Scooby... somehow walked miles to a local animal clinic and was waiting on the doorstep when employees arrived for work. After proving just how smart he is, he is petitioning to change his name to something less stupid.

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    Smelly Mystery Blob Takes Over

    Smelly Mystery Blob Takes Over N.J. Town It might be outgoing EPA Chief and former NJ governor Christie Todd Whitman, an offical was reported as saying.

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    { Thursday, 07 August, 2003 }

    Ashcroft does Orwell: U.S. Backs

    Ashcroft does Orwell: U.S. Backs Florida's New Counterterrorism Database It would let authorities, for instance, instantly find the name and address of every brown-haired owner of a red Ford pickup truck in a 20-mile radius of a suspicious event.

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    Espresso Tax? Have they lost

    Espresso Tax? Have they lost their minds?

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    { Wednesday, 06 August, 2003 }

    California 'recall election' officially

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    California 'recall election' officially a joke: Arnold (Total Recall) Schwarzenegger, Gallagher the Watermelon Smasher, Larry Flynt, porn star Mary Carey, Gary Coleman, and My Big Toe (left foot) step in to run for Governor. Enjoy your state.

    Is anyone planning on selling popcorn on Election Day? I'll ontinue updating the list as further likely govs emerge.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:35 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Robot insect walks on water

    Robot insect walks on water The team, based at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in the US, were testing out a theory about how one family of foraging insects performs the same trick.

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    Dean on King

    Dean on King

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    Is it really starting today?

    Is it really starting today? My client begins school this morning, and today will be the first day I've entered a public school in over ten years. Gulp.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:30 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 05 August, 2003 }

    Scare Tactics - Why

    Scare Tactics - Why are Liberian soldiers wearing fright wigs? Indeed, some of the more fully accessorized soldiers in Charles Taylor's militia even tote dainty purses and don feather boas.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:42 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Flynt: National Prayer Day for

    Flynt: National Prayer Day for Fox News Channel blowhard Bill O'Reilly's death. Check out graphic at bottom.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:40 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Power from blood could lead

    Power from blood could lead to 'human batteries' Three words in this story really tweaked my ear: sugar-fed robots.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:32 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Jaybird Makes Up His Mind for 2004

    I've made my decision... it's time to support Howard Dean for [legitimate] President. I've signed up to support him, and just in case you haven't, here's how...

    Why? Not only has he proven his ability to mobilize and thus generate interest in lieu of apathy, he doesn't dilly-dally, trying to appease every last lobbyist, and the Governor stands by his principles. I find it amazing for me to say myself, being someone who would rather subvert the dominant political paradigm and such who tends toward the Kucinich / Moseley-Braun left, but look at the storm that a Vermonter has kicked up. This kind of momentum, with continued exposure, has a thunderous chance to unseat our current neo-fascist overlords. So could Kerry or Lierberman, but what would they replace it with? Another centrist, wimpy, band of poll-ocrats. Dean is exciting, and it takes a lot for me to support someone from that party (in lieu of a Green) but in this case, we must and will without reservation. Go Dean!

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:05 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    The last time Mars was

    The last time Mars was this close to Earth was 60,000 years ago The last time the two planets were so close our ancestors were living in caves and struggling to survive the extreme conditions of the Ice Age. Who knows what will have happened by the time they are as near again -- 284 years into the future?

    jaybird found this for you @ 00:26 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Monday, 04 August, 2003 }

    "Whims of Very Lucky Numbers"

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    Sometimes the expected becomes entangled in scribbled lines of the miraculous,
    So to whoever has written the chapter that was today, I rise to applaud you.
    Who, that took from a dense fog and a delirious somnambulistic stumble
    A haggard coarse character that made his first day's breath a groan
    And placed him in the middle of a dizzying storm of lashing winds
    That superseded stormdrains, preparations and rooftops,
    Leaving him suddenly clasped at last in rainbow hands
    In outstretched and heavenly gaping sky-wonder
    As sirens and torn plans littered the streets
    Curious faces peeking, from ajar doors
    Crawl out to "Emerge and see"
    What has been made of
    Invisible processes...
    To that creator
    I thank you.
    To that creator
    Whom today took
    From battered houses
    Children whose eyes understand
    The meaninglessness of the descriptive zeal
    That has carved roaring highways from mountains and
    Landlessness from from forgotten native hard-won wisdoms
    Children whose smiles could stop bullets and overturn whole armies,
    Those to whom magic is less of a trick and more of a dance inbetween sun rays.
    To that author from whom these scenes flow in fantastic ink that colors in
    Hours outside the lines and forms clouds in shapes that only laugh
    You've made from a simple Earth spin a story that could last
    A forever that no calculation would dare dream to chart.
    A character awoke unsure if he could indeed make
    A real difference in a child's down-on-luck life
    And same that character recedes knowing.
    A thundering storm eventually subsided
    Colors given back to the cooling wind
    And unseen rolls the clouds that
    Were uncounted noble actors
    Across this thin blue curve
    We can call a day in the
    Life of living within
    Amazing stories
    And whims of
    very lucky
    numbers,
    such as
    one.

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    There's a story to all this, but I'll have to tell you later.

    PS: Happy Birthday, Amigo, whereever you are.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:05 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    US anti-war activists hit by

    US anti-war activists hit by secret airport ban After more than a year of complaints by some US anti-war activists that they were being unfairly targeted by airport security, Washington has admitted the existence of a list, possibly hundreds or even thousands of names long, of people it deems worthy of special scrutiny at airports.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:12 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Dowd: Butch, Butch Bush! Last

    Dowd: Butch, Butch Bush! Last time I checked, we had separation of church and state, so I don't know why the president is talking about sin, or why he is implying that gays who want to make a permanent commitment in a world full of divorce and loneliness are sinners. And a gay political reporter goes on to say "Everything else about him just shouts `Butch, butch, butch!' But to throw Bush a metrosexual bone, whenever you see him walking off Air Force One with that little furball Barney under his arm, that canine puff of air that most drag queens wouldn't be caught dead with, it's like he's halfway to a Chanel rabbit fur handbag."

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:53 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Eureka! It's the structure of

    Eureka! It's the structure of creation. This is the quantum oscillator: a wave generator that gives the universe wings on which to fly.

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    Another step ahead: Episcopalians approve

    Another step ahead: Episcopalians approve gay bishop

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    Mrs. Tony Blair a

    Mrs. Tony Blair a Techno Diva @ Ibiza An impromptu sing-song by Cherie Blair to Chinese students has become a surprise dance hit among British clubbers in Ibiza and Cyprus.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:38 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    { Sunday, 03 August, 2003 }

    "The Universe Tree"

    My little home is marked on all sides lush stands of old trees. Pine, oak, apple, cherry; even our names for these upward yearning beauties are gentle... the words roll off the tongue like a twilight breeze that stirs the branches. I am thankful for them, and the cicadas they presently harbor, for both give the day and night a kind of rhythm, of rustling and murmuring. Their presence comforts, the offery density and continuous summertime happenings; wrens chastising inquisitive cats, mourning doves in courtship, a lone mockingbird in jazzy solo.

    I watched in wonder today as rainwater beaded on the leaf of a red bud tree. The leaf held it as the sun made a jewel of it, bright enough to star my eyes. Then it slipped away, on to nourish soil and roots. Leaves really do something for me; touching them, feeling them as I pass by, shaking hands of a consciousness I cannot grasp. Once recent evening, as a mild encounter with wine loosened the stones of my synapses, I bent down to kiss a leaf. I don't remember the exact tree, but I do remember the response. It was my breath on the intake, a reminding that this leaf is a fountain of oxygen. Breathe deeply, and for a brief but ever replenishable second your lungs become the repository of untold verdant giving.

    As for a particular tree that has grown roots in memory, it would have to be that maple in the schoolyard in sixth grade. I remember a distinct awareness that this being, sheltering the back of the socially awkward and befuddled me, was alive. Downright alive, coursing with an intelligence that questioned not and did as it did. Each branch that tickled that child-giggled sky was an adaptation, each bird that alighted there some far off sage. That tree stood for, in sixth grade cosmology, that this place, nestled under it's canopy, was safe. Whole worlds can pivot off of such graces. I sat at that tree everyday... many times it was refuge from bullies, but more often it was an unraveler of imagination. It gave me dreams, drifting peace where all the hubbub and turmoil of middle school melted into other worlds as I held onto the trunk of something sure. It's ecosystem, rooted there in that worn sneaker-trod earth, taught gently and without admonishment. Sometimes, it was my only friend. In a way that it's taken me a long time to consider, it was my own personal Yggdrasil, the Universe tree. From there, in those shaded recess reflections, seeds grew that made me who I am today.

    Perhaps I'll never know quite how that tree worked it's magic. Perhaps I have more to learn. Just think of the teaching impact trees have: Buddha and his Bodhi tree, Newton and his gravitationally impaired apple, Washington and his fabled cherry, and those are just the history book names. We are a world teeming with vast ripe minds, and there's enough shade to cover them all and enough upward yearning to pry them from their worries. No wonder the Kabbalists place such value on the Tree of Life.

    Not far from my first home in New Castle, Delaware, there is a tulip tree that surpasses generations of our industry and technology in age. At it's base is a semi-circular bench that was placed there an eternity ago. The builder of that bench had the right idea; sit here, lean back, maybe even close your eyes and release your cares in a sigh... the tree will take your exhalation and from it make a future's inhale. Like the strong embrace of a friend, it will hold you up, as your wonderstruck eyes attempt to fathom the sky that the branches so easily uphold.

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    This post was inspired by a discussion over at EcoTone Wiki. Go and see.

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    How's about some full strength

    How's about some full strength irony: Sunscreen blamed for cancer

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    Very misleading article... Teen arrested

    Very misleading article... Teen arrested at Logan for alleged bomb threat in his bag Here's the note: ''[Expletive] you. Stay the [expletive] out of my bag you [expletive] sucker. Have you found a [expletive] bomb yet? No, just clothes. Am I right? Yea, so [expletive] you.'' Here, the kid explains: ''I can explain this. I wrote a note in my bag asking if there was a bomb in it and telling them to stay out.'' Read the article and you'd think he was making an actual threat. Just like the title of the new Alterman book, "What liberal media?"

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:48 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Phenomenal: "They were like two

    Phenomenal: "They were like two brown jellyfish in the sky, they looked like they were swimming and I had not taken any drugs."

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    Pung is a word I

    Pung is a word I came up with while trolling through the realm of the fantastic with my ol' companero Jason to explain a unique form of synchronicity. How exactly something is "punged" is too delicate to relate here, but meanwhile, as life becomes ever crammed with random stimuli and inventiveness, coincidence is bound to be rising. Just yesterday, while fretting over sound effects for a play we're doing about Elvis, I left the house and was followed by a car with Elvis tags. Stopping at the gas station, guess what was playing inside? This odd arrangement of data... what does it mean? Is it utterly meaningless, or is synchronicity a language of space-time that humans are just becoming slightly aware of?

    Thus sang the Police:

    "It's so deep, it's so wide
    You're inside
    Synchronicity."

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:54 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    { Saturday, 02 August, 2003 }

    "The French Broad"

    Oh, what a lazy Saturday. For the first time since the last time, I've no work to do at all and likewise none tomorrow. With the cats I sprawled on the porch in the blazing sun, made an intricate breakfast, and simply gazed out the window watching the breeze bend the branches and a wandering hummingbird momentarily became the center of the Universe.

    Once the sun is further down the horizon, I'll head off to the river and take a trail or two. The French Broad is rather muddy from all the rain, a northward flowing band of bronze. It's one of the few northward flowing rivers in the world, right up there with the Nile. Our pyramids are the worn domes of ancient green mountains, still heaving in passionate embrace with forces deep below your rock-hopping feet, but to a tune even slower than molasses in January, even slower than the spin of galaxies overhead. Our rafts that ply upstream are thrill seeking craft that dart inbetween churning rapids and vexing currents. Our temples are former mills that crumble brick by brick into the moist Earth like the economies that once necessitated them. The Priests and Priestesses are all wandering, out of work, as spires topple and the crows perch atop esoteric ruins. We flood sometimes and the tobacco crop, our papyri, whithers into dust. On bumper years, that crop may mature to record success, and the few remaining farming families scroll out another generation. The rhododendron is our lotus.

    If it weren't for the French Broad, these mountains would have no backbone... she's the spiritual spine of the landscape from which rise the muscles of rock that drive us onward and upward. I used to live in Flatland, and the only bumps on the horizon were ones that we made. Here, the mountains remind us, by obscuring that line between heaven and earth, of who made what. This, a container and clarifier of ambition. Maybe that's why mountainfolk are so spiritual... there seems, in certain valleys, only up. To the natives, the Cherokee, the whole place was a living cradle, with as much wisdom below, and without, and within as above. They may have been largely supplanted by our hierarchies and the domineering commerce of ideology, but the radiance of the river and the larger, quieter flowing she crosses still speak that wisdom. As gravel trucks roll by you can hear it still as the air converses with pine and oak and red bud. You can feel it as your fingers dangle in the trickle of cold, clear streams. You can see it as a blue iridescent butterfly alights on the river bank to sip nectars older than a million of her generations.

    That said, it's time to go. If I'm lucky, I'll beat the thunderstorms. On the other hand, I might get lucky and be drenched. That's one way to know a river... to for a moment remember the water that meanders within, to be flotsam upon it, and be fed by the sky.

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    I've finally gotten around to

    I've finally gotten around to setting archive and category templates. Someday I'll even work on the silly comments thing.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:56 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    "Two Words"

    Work party. Inexplicable indulgence. Hilarious consequences.

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    { Friday, 01 August, 2003 }

    Oh holy piss, there's a

    Oh holy piss, there's a website rating the Top Ten Urinals. The internet is now full. No more conent is needed. You can go home now.

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    The Resident-in-Chief continues sidestepping on

    The Resident-in-Chief continues sidestepping on Iraq with increasingly incoherant jingoism.... yawn.

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    2. You will be called upon to use your mind and your vision in ways I cannot possibly glimpse. Never turn down an offer to shine that light so uniquely yours to help others in their darkness, and you’ll find that when it’s your turn to be in the night that there’ll be someone along the way who happens to have a little glow to share .

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    5. You’ll find that some of your choices could’ve been better, or at times were downright stupid. That’s okay... I have a closet full of reckless decisions, but without making them I wouldn’t have the slightest idea of what a good one might feel like if I tried it on.

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