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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.

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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

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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 dis