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

{ Tuesday, 30 September, 2003 }

The Powerpuff Girls, of all

The Powerpuff Girls, of all blessed things, as symbolic representations of the Abrahamic religions.

jaybird found this for you @ 21:57 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



Chaos theory explains all: There's

Chaos theory explains all: There's chaos on the buses: Model reveals why shuttles come all at once or not at all.

jaybird found this for you @ 17:58 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



Shoeshine man donates $89,000 in

Shoeshine man donates $89,000 in tips to hospital Lexie goes to an office building about three blocks from the hospital and hands over his weekly donation — shoeshine tips, gifts from customers and contributions — to the hospital’s Free Care Fund.

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Orangutans Could Go Extinct in

Orangutans Could Go Extinct in 20 Years Habitat destruction by illegal loggers could mean the extinction of orangutans within 10 to 20 years, a Harvard researcher studying the apes said Monday.

jaybird found this for you @ 06:51 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



Nothing is for sale on

Nothing is for sale on eBay: eBay item 2953932717 (Ends Sep-30-03 19:42:42 PDT) - nothing

via comments on yesterday's MeFi thread

jaybird found this for you @ 06:42 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



{ Monday, 29 September, 2003 }

This post is about nothing.

This post is about nothing. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada.

Crossposted to MeFi

jaybird found this for you @ 23:20 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



Oy gevalt, today was stressful.

Oy gevalt, today was stressful. So, in order to straighten out my head and releive this tension headache, I'm going to go and laugh with friends. Which is a good thing, considering that yet another study has proven laughter to be healthy, indeed, prophylactic (insert pun here___________).

Experiments Prove: Laughter is Best Anti-Allergen

jaybird found this for you @ 17:21 in Health, Medicine & Bio-Happiness | | permalink



A Gaetice depressus, right,

A Gaetice depressus, right, and its exuviae seem smiling in this undated handout photo from Toba Aquarium in Toba, Mie prefecture, western Japan. An 8-year-old boy picked the Gaetice depressus with about 1.5 cm shell on Aug. 30, 2003 when he went digging for clams at a beach in the prefecture and brought it to the aquarium. Employees at the aquarium doubted first that it was drawn by permanent marker but kept it. Even after the Gaetice depressus exuviated on Sept. 21, 2003, it still has the pattern like smiling clearly and it was proved that the pattern is by nature.

jaybird found this for you @ 06:45 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



Gorilla Escapes From Boston Zoo,

Gorilla Escapes From Boston Zoo, is off to found new civilization.

jaybird found this for you @ 06:41 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



"Tomorrow"

Wine, thicker than blood and much more fun to drink, has loosened my fingers and all the neural connections that make them move. While typing I cannot wax loquacious per se, I'm not talking here, this is the expression of fingertips.

It's one of the chillier nights of the new autumn. The heater is on, and the night seems much darker than the summer sky. I've made insignificant preparations for the coming cold, tinkering halfwittedly in hopes that the winter will skip out this year. Growing up, everyone said how fast time goes as you age. No shit. Did the summer happen at all? Wasn't winter only yesterday? What have I done other than progress biologically to this point in time?

I'm becoming increasingly aware of the years ahead. The giddiness of entering my thirties a just under a year ago has transformed into a sort of resignation and anxiety about that thing that doesn't exist, the future. I'm back to wondering if there is a monster in the closet, and hiding under the covers just in case. I suppose it's that whole "what have I done with my life?" theme that's flapping wildly in the gales of my mind, which has yet to learn effectively how to be quiet.

Achievements, I can blessedly list many. Love, I cannot count the stars, how can I enumerate my love? A partner is a different story. I've been single now since '99, with a few aberrations, and that aspect of my life remains unfulfilled open. I've been blindly shooting arrows in the night, and I could've brought down Cupid in my folly. I've forgotten how to play the game, and so amble about shyly hoping that a miracle might just happen. I remain optimistic, as is my general disposition, yet with each day my longing tugs at my patience. I search crowds for promising faces.

I need an enthusiastic kick in the pants. I need to regain my optimism for the next decade, which by most measures has been an early wild success. The monster in my closet might simply be a moth flitting about looking for light. I need only open the door and peek in, and let whatever is stewing there come out and chase it's kismet down... whether it's a bright future or a gnashing of teeth, or something inbetween. I appreciate this moment of honesty, and am buoyed by the fact that my trepidation is quite common, if even worse among those of my generation, even pathological.

Every day we awaken to new rules and a rearranged playing field, and we spend half our time getting our bearings and the next half plotting the course ahead, and precious moments inbetween actually plowing through coordinates into tomorrow. I know my bout of weariness is as natural as pinecones, oatmeal and morning fog... if anything it's a point from which to pivot into a pointed and clear resolution to age gracefully, come what may.

That said, it's time to drag these [not quite] old bones to bed. I wonder what tomorrow will be like. I haven't even the slightest clue, and as profoundly unnerving as that may be, it conversely can be utterly invigorating.

jaybird found this for you @ 01:15 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



Would you like to meet

Would you like to meet Gaye Males?
via blort

jaybird found this for you @ 00:11 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



{ Sunday, 28 September, 2003 }

"September's Weird Searches"

In keeping with bird on the moon tradition, here's the latest from the referrer files on how in the hell you (?) wound up here:

  • playground for bird [cute]
  • promise of a coming day quiz [Will the sun rise tomorrow? Yes, No, Maybe]
  • cutting hair according to the moon [I'm not sure the moon has said much about that being that it doesn't appear to have any hair, look for coiffure tips elsewhere, dearie]
  • rainy day masturbation photos [I like rain, I like photography, I like, ummm, that, but have yet to put the three together]
  • jaybird nude [CRIKEY!!!]
  • quantum space monkeys [A guess at future evolution?]
  • lime mike may eyes [Googlewhack?]
  • bele chere nude [Bele Chere is our local arts festival/street party/mayhem weekend in July, though as I recall clothing was required, not optional. We ain't N'awlins, yet.]
  • joshua or sociab or muzo or overshot or exponentiations [Whatever, you got me.]
  • incubus 4am demon [ROOSTER!]
  • dogging and norge [catting and sverige!]
  • the frist man on the moon [No, the "Frist Man,' i.e. Senate Majority leader Bill Frist of Tennessee, hasn't made it yet, but I wish the heck he would and stay up there a while.]
  • how to kung fu [like this! %$*&1]
  • soulmate cardinals birds [Tweet sweet!]
  • old guts and glory [Can't smell all that good.]
  • humming bird cybernetics [This is your ornithology on drugs.]

    There is a sharp rise in requests, as has been strangely typical, of anatomical pictures of the pop wench who recently had a sensational smooch with Madonna, and likewise of some Indian actress who likes having the same name twice.

    God bless the internet.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:35 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Meteorite strikes Indian village, sparking

    Meteorite strikes Indian village, sparking fires and such, while in New Dehli, there's an animal blessing for peace (Note: next weekend is a tradtional Christian animal blessing time, honoring the feast of St. Francis).

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:04 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    They're going nuts: Weary troops

    They're going nuts: Weary troops just want to go home A little Iraqi girl -- no more than eight years old -- squatted beside the road with tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks. Twenty feet away, three American soldiers had their rifles aimed at her as she was forced to relieve herself in full view of a long line of parked cars. From inside their vehicles, the Iraqi onlookers screamed their rage at the U.S. troops. Whenever one of the Iraqis ventured to step out of his vehicle, an American officer bellowed, "Get back in the car, a--hole!" and the .50-calibre machinegun mounted on the U.S. Hummer would swing menacingly toward the protester.

    via MeFi

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



    "Deep Gravity"

    This poem happened as a result of a very strange magnetism between a very striking presence in town today and I. He was absolutely beautiful, even a bit awkward (like some angel who'd just fallen to earth and was getting his bearings), and we just kept looking at eachother, trying to meet, but somewhat unable to. The brief time we were near eachother seemed quite long, if time even mattered.


    I expected nothing, and there you were.
    From across the room, deep gravity,
    Magnetism gone haywire.
    I fell into you, though there was much between us.
    I heard your voice, a gust bending the grasses,
    Your eyes kicked up the crisp ruddy leaves into a whirl
    Evoking the molecules that make you and I related, somehow.
    I hopped over planets to catch up with you,
    A meteor skimming over mere distance
    To streak into your view, just to see your face again.
    Deny even the hint of love, it's inevitability, it's ubiquity, it's enchanting power
    To draw together two like souls from across a crowd,
    And you deny the rising sun.
    Will I know your name?
    Will our silhouettes ever merge, our shadows cross over any chosen ground?
    Will I myself uncurse my disillusionment?
    Like pigeons in the park, answers swarm, flutter, peck and flee.
    You, a passing glance and I'm upside-down with life.
    I will be righted, at least, my gait is quickened as love begins to color autumn,
    And I'm drawn ever closer to the story that made you,
    Stumbling over words, getting the gist of falling back to earth.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:48 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Bottoms up! Whisky of Mass

    Bottoms up! Whisky of Mass Destruction - how the US spied on a tiny island distillery If the slightest possibility exists that Bruichladdich distillery on Islay is a threat to world peace, we need to know.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:11 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Saturday, 27 September, 2003 }

    "Heartburn"

    Briefly, as the street walks my feet under an Indian Summer moonless sky,
    A sensation of heartburn... I have to stop, and let breath catch me.
    The street musicians with their banjos and tambourines
    Strum a tune sweeter than wine, overhead a Milky Way spine,
    I toss a buck into the hat, and the car radio gives me Coltrane.
    Heartburn, tonight, a comedy of fire and ventricle.
    Heartburn, that I am consumed by ardor is nothing when there is love around.
    Heartburn, no full sink nor empty bank need be fuel.
    There is no loneliness, there are bright stars
    Eventually they will come to you, fall in your lap
    Like some drunken dream in need of safe harbor.
    There is no pain, only sudden acute awareness that you are an organism,
    Watching the play of streetlight through autumn's fading leaves,
    Wondering listlessly what to do next with your night.
    There is no worry,
    For what will happen certainly will, there are no epic forces you can battle
    To forestall the next minute of life, even the heat in your chest,
    A bonfire of excess wishes and misgivings.
    My very love smolders into ash, blows away
    Through wasted, wanton words never intended to be heard
    And those too nervous to bear pronunciation.
    I can't answer 'why' right now, my heart is scouring for kindling
    Smoky prayers ascending, dissolving, becoming the wind.
    Here... this I will say definitively;
    My heartburn went west when I recalled this, the dream of a kid;
    He was fighting, he told me, and his sight was poor.
    When from the sky, an angel gave him soar, cleared his eyes,
    And with his own face reflected back, melted conflict in a smile.
    Is that not every wish?
    To be absconded from our waywardness
    And see ourselves in the rescuer?
    ~
    From a still outpost now
    The coals have burnt out, cinders rainsoaked.
    In my second of vexation, a fluttering above me,
    A familiar face, and the return of coolness.
    I have forsook a chance to mingle with fire
    To be nestled here, in quiet, to think.
    The sunset was surely painted,
    The object of my desires surely sculpted
    My heart, surely the victim of it's own imagination.
    I will not claim to make sense, nor to be accurate;
    We are mutable, prone to unseen whims,
    And my words here are merely a spilt bucket in a river.
    These arteries, so long as they hold up,
    Shall record blessings beyond the scope of rational language,
    And the burning that transforms, and beckons to passion.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:22 in | | permalink



    What do the Great Wall

    What do the Great Wall of China, the Paraguay Railway System and Historic Lower Manhattan have in common? They're all on the World Monuments Watch list of 100 Most Endangered sites.

    Crossposted to MeFi

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:16 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    Anti-war protests span globe Protests

    Anti-war protests span globe Protests around the world on Saturday called for an end to the US-led occupation of Iraq and Israel's claims on Palestinian territories.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:44 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Load of corn in

    Load of corn in Somalia

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:16 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    L'shana tova, happy Rosh Hashanah!

    L'shana tova, happy Rosh Hashanah!

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:11 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    CIA seeks probe of White

    CIA seeks probe of White House The CIA has asked the Justice Department to investigate allegations that the White House broke federal laws by revealing the identity of one of its undercover employees in retaliation against the woman’s husband, a former ambassador who publicly criticized President Bush’s since-discredited claim that Iraq had sought weapons-grade uranium from Africa...

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:26 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Friday, 26 September, 2003 }

    Gimme some sugar: Embraced

    Gimme some sugar: Embraced by India's hugging saint India's most famous woman guru, Mata Amritanandamayi, whose name means "mother of absolute bliss", is renowned for many things.
    But by far the best known fact about her is that she hugs people as a blessing and therapy.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:29 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    34.6 Million U.S. People in

    34.6 Million U.S. People in Poverty in 2002 More than 1.7 million people in the United States slid into poverty in 2002 and incomes slipped for the second year in a row, the U.S. government said on Friday in a report sure to provide new ammunition for Democrats trying to unseat President Bush.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:24 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    He was Simply Irresistable: Rock

    He was Simply Irresistable: Rock Singer Robert Palmer Dies at Age 54

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:05 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Screaming across the intergalactic tabloids,

    Screaming across the intergalactic tabloids, it's :Milky Way Galaxy Cannibalizes Sagittarius Our Milky Way galaxy is gobbling up its galactic neighbor, Sagittarius, and on Wednesday, scientists offered documentary proof of this continuing cosmic cannibalism.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:51 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Amazonian find stuns researchers Deep

    Amazonian find stuns researchers Deep in the Amazon forest of Brazil, archaeologists have found a network of 1,000-year-old towns and villages that refutes two long-held notions: that the pre-Columbian tropical rain forest was a pristine environment that had not been altered by humans, and that the rain forest could not support a complex, sophisticated society.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:48 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    { Thursday, 25 September, 2003 }

    Victory! Nigerian Islamic court clears

    Victory! Nigerian Islamic court clears Amina Lawal of adultery in stoning case

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:16 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    "Congratulations, Joshua+Robin"

    jrwed_web.jpg

    Just over a year ago, my long-time best friend married his beautiful bride, Robin. This week, they celebrate one year of marriage, with eternity to go. Their love is contagious, their sweet swooning is enough to make the moon do cartwheels and entice roses to sing Billie Holiday songs ("I've got a crush on you"). It was my honor and pleasure to be best man a year ago, and that joy continues always. If you ever had doubts about marriage, spend a minute with Joshua and Robin. They'll straighten you out. They are not only exemplars of a dynamic relationship in action... they're a living embodiment of all tales of romantic love that span millenia.

    So, tonight I raise my glass to two dear beloveds. You restore belief in love when you walk with that giddy step of yours down any street. Your togetherness moves mountains, in fact makes them tango. Your flowing love is wider than the Mississippi, the Yangtze, the Nile or the French Broad combined, and it brings me much happiness to be included in your tide and to marvel at your depth.

    Cheers!

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:42 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Meet the FLY GUY

    Meet the FLY GUY

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:47 in Cosmic Randomness Grab Bag | | permalink



    New look for ball lightning

    New look for ball lightning Ball lightning - a slow-moving ball of light that is occasionally seen at ground level during thunderstorms - has puzzled scientists for centuries. There have also been reports of ball lightning in aircraft, but the origins of this phenomenon have remained a mystery.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:52 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



    Need more hits? Try adding

    Need more hits? Try adding some of these 'spook words' to your meta tags if you'd like more traffic from your friends at the NSA.

    first link via Reality Carnival, posted to MeFi

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:51 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 24 September, 2003 }

    'Extinct' mammal found in Cuba

    'Extinct' mammal found in Cuba Unfortunately, it was aiding the prisoners at Camp Terror and will be turned into a muff.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:18 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



    Anyone talk to John Titor

    Anyone talk to John Titor lately? Traveling in Time Becomes Possible Black holes can take people to new dimensions

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:52 in Conjecture & Speculation | | permalink



    Two meetings tonight, one over

    Two meetings tonight, one over beer. One, a writers workshop, another, bitching developing strategies to improve interpersonal communication at work.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:50 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Yup, Huxley and Heinlein write

    Yup, Huxley and Heinlein write pr0n: Parents seek to ban books “This is pornographic literature and we do not feel it has a place in any school funded by taxpayer dollars.”

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:50 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    Dean Invokes Boston Tea Party,

    Dean Invokes Boston Tea Party, Rips 'King' George Democratic presidential hopeful Howard Dean invoked Boston's revolutionary legacy on Tuesday as he urged Americans to dump their latter-day "king" -- George W. Bush -- whom he accused of threatening democracy and caring only for the very rich.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:47 in Howard Dean for President 2004 | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 23 September, 2003 }

    "The Merging of Worlds"

    merging_web.jpg

    Today, the merging of worlds. Apart from the equatorial regions, most of the planet shares twelve hours of daylight, twelve hours of darkness. In this hemisphere, we’ve seen the quickening of the dark, and now, there is no turning back. Tonight, we journey into a season of resetting, shedding, and a last burst of color before a cloak of frost settles in a crystalline hush.

    Twelve hours of each, yet this particular patch of planet is arcing me toward longer views of space and starlight, of hot tea and strong exhales in the morning just for the tiny clouds. There will be more and more of what I see out my window; it may as well be void if it weren’t for the crickets reminding me that there is an outside, outside. Tucked into memory are vast seas of green and a powerful sun pulling out your sweat, welcoming now is body-heat, more blankets, and leaves heaped in piles for the playing.

    I remember taking the most splendid leaves I could find into grade school. “Look at this one, it has all the colors!” Fallen spectrums of organic shades, laminated and hung, to dry and crack eventually under fluorescent light and forgotten astonishment. I remember taking worms in for show and tell, only to recoil as other children halved and quartered them… nothing but broken lives to show, and nothing left to tell. How quickly is a child’s wonder dashed, picked and discarded by our hunger for analysis and comparison? Maybe as fast as leaves fall. But as with falling, so comes future nurturing; the tumbling of chlorophyll-drained leaves will serve to nurture the soil, and some future spring will be the better for it. Wonder returns, as does the bright greens from trees gushing oxygen and vigilant, graceful raison d’etre.

    Trees withdraw their nutrients to the center as the cold lingers increasingly. Do we? Does our worldview shrink as our territory succumbs to increasing chill of an Earth gone into hibernation? Not that autumn makes me a mad recluse who howls at the moon, but my processes and connections become more vital as the sun becomes more rare. The light transforms from an outer to an inner source, there is no time to be scatterbrained as survival becomes more apparent. It’s instinctual- the laissez-faire trance of summer cannot last forever, we need to pull it together for the harvest, and the battening down of our shelters. The golden transition of long golden light and paint daubed mountains does not last long; we are overtaken all too fast by the resetting stillness of the winter.

    That said, it will be eighty degrees tomorrow, but even then the air will have a countdown to it, a crispness that warns that it’s fleeting, a passing burst of solar rays that are already weakened by the planet’s tilt. Seasons are refreshing because they remind us of planetary existence, or at least should. Seasons made gods out of snowflakes and monsoons. Seasons grant us distinctions, and reasons to savor. The blueberries I picked on Sunday are little spheres of the last hurrah, and I won’t taste the same thing in quite the same way until next September, gods willing. The bushes were dropping berries by the bucketful, leaves gone to red. I hold a cupful of little traditions in my hand and eat. At some unknown point in the coming months, as I kick snow from my shoes, I will remember this taste in passing, and wish for September again.

    What will you do as the sun visits more southerly climes, ripening fruit and orchestrating rituals so far removed we cannot adequately conjure their likeness? What will you crave from right now, this particular angle and inclination of our outpost in the vastness? Consider a bug trapped in million-year amber… we are in that golden fix right now, what matters, what will you yearn for beyond this slight boundary?

    In a few minutes, I will vacuum the carpet, feed the cats, take off my socks, and burn sweetgrass and frankincense, filling the house in a fragrant haze. The smoke may not cleanse and purify per se, but it’s my little annual ritual to connect me to the passing of season into season, world into world. I need to anchor this moment with a deed, as the sun passes the baton to the moon on our relay through time and age. I seek to be transformed by the coolness of the dark-gazing glass of my window, by the calls of Canada Geese flying overhead in formation, earmarking the night with an incantation of crisscrossing journeys. My leaves are shedding, albeit slowly at first. My fruit is ripe. My streams are retaining the chill of star-streaked nights. I hold the moon longer, minute by minute, in my sky. I can’t help but to laugh.

    Yet, autumn here in the Carolina mountains is cosmically inconsequential. Distant galaxies are colliding in their billion year dervish dances. News suns are cooling in nebula nests. Black holes gobble matter, and to dare one would land you scattered over infinity or in the Nth dimension with Alice and her tea party. Creation is vast, passionate, senseless. We are trapped in amber, and while we can react to temperature changes we are shielded from immensity. We can conceive it, but only to the surface of our own stone.

    On our blue stone, we tilt and get cold. Meanwhile, there may be hot salsa happening somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy. Can we consider that just as we consider the last bite of harvest fruit? That fruit is made of eternity, atoms blown out from the first fiery kiss of God. The leaf is writ of molecules that danced on the tip of Goddess tongues. If there is infinity trapped within a falling leaf, then surely there is infinity trapped within us, within all we hold dear, despise, and stumble blindly over. Form contains the infinite, and if we forget the form, boom. Now the air doesn’t seem so chilly.

    Today, right now, a merging of worlds. Your form, my form, the form out the window, the dark echo that is the Universe, all spectacular shapes in the eternally inventive froth. In a few weeks, it’ll be pumpkin season, then hot cider season, and so on. These forms are our good fortune, distinctions that define our experience. The wool and flannel we gather around our bodies are little rituals to honor life on a spinning planet. The cuddling and snuggling, the bonfires, the collecting of leaves from piles beneath sky-high trees mark our acceptance of earthly time and age, our harvest of goodness to sustain through adversity. We adapt, we regain wonder, we are transformed. We savor. We laugh as we chink our wine glasses, and wish each other warmth.

    In the darkening, we are invited to make our own sun.

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    TGIF for the White House

    TGIF for the White House when it has bad news Fridays are ideal for "throwing the news into a black hole."

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    Dean, Driven by the Grass

    Dean, Driven by the Grass Roots Howard Dean is using the Internet in an entirely guerrilla marketing approach. By this process, he's developed a massive grass-roots list. It's active and participatory, and people feel engaged

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    Australia 'world's gayest country'

    Australia 'world's gayest country' The company said Australians enjoyed a busy love life, having sex on average 125 times per year.

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    Sectret of Nimh II, Electric

    Sectret of Nimh II, Electric Bugaloo: Strange rats invade Kyrgyz region An Uzbek specialist bred the species by crossing an ordinary rat with a muskrat

    via MeFi

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    { Monday, 22 September, 2003 }

    Yet another astonishing [yawn] revelation

    Yet another astonishing [yawn] revelation [snore] from the Bush cabal [like their ethics were ever in question?]... Bush covers up climate research

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    Singing in Their Sleep: Dreaming

    Singing in Their Sleep: Dreaming Birds Review Their Songs Zebra finches in a University of Chicago lab are providing strong evidence that sleep plays an important role in learning. Researchers have shown that while young birds sleep at night, they may be reviewing the songs they've learned from their parents during the day.

    Meanwhile, lab rats dream of mazes.

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    Dreaming is said to play

    Dreaming is said to play a vital role in the lives of the Senoi tribe of Malaysia. While this story has it's detractors, Senoi-style lucid dreaming is one technique practiced by those looking to discover just what's going on inside their heads

    Yep, it's on MeFi too

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    Ursula the Cat vs. Louis Wain

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    Here's the scoop on Wain's cats...

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    Powerful stuff: E.T. and God

    Powerful stuff: E.T. and God Could earthly religions survive the discovery of life elsewhere in the universe?

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    West's failure on Aids 'obscene'

    West's failure on Aids 'obscene' The United Nations special envoy on HIV/Aids has denounced as a "grotesque obscenity" the lack of cheap anti-Aids drugs in Africa.

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    { Sunday, 21 September, 2003 }

    "A-Tumble, Equal Knocks"

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    A flicker of wing on the mountain path
    Overhead, around and through me,
    My hands full of berries.
    The birds and I are entranced in the same chore,
    We dart in and out of thicket and bush
    Our eyes catch sight of the gentle slopes
    We revel in distance, in this sweet glance
    Our range as far as our daring.
    We are enshrouded by cloud,
    Grey with the prophecy of frost...
    A slight stir...
    Leaf by leaf (belief)
    falling one by one
    To join the soil of this mountain, to become it,
    Yesterday melting into tomorrow's pilgrim paths.
    We walk on the back of ancestry's successions
    Stooped in concentration,
    We share the same angle as the ridgetops.
    Our own spine tingles with desire for begininglessness, endlessness;
    I may as well be feathered and beaked
    And the birds may as well spin idle fancies
    As they turn and turn in quest for the real.
    Who needs distinctions?
    These berries nourish, and I shall lay down and give fearlessly, in gratitude.
    These are the seeds of springtime hopes
    Realized now at the precipice of a summer passing.
    Some whither and feed the mice.
    Some shall rise after next year's ice thaws the tabula rasa
    From which fresh wishes shall emerge
    Like supplicants from a shrine.
    In this numbing hush,
    Words, conjecture, philosophy and identity are useless;
    The horizon does not quiver with guilt or expectation
    The sky does not exalt itself
    The pebbles do not beg to be heard.
    There is only a sackful of berries and stained fingertips
    There is only the twitter and chirp of flight.
    Autumn is tumbling, knocking on each cell to be let in.
    I acquiesce, speechless.
    If you were here your lips would part silently,
    And you'd breathe this twilight truth to the bottom of your soul,
    The kiss of muses given by a season.
    Until dark, I wind through bramble thoughtlessly...
    At the cliff there is a whole bushel waiting
    Of what is yet to be discovered, if ever,
    And until the stars form the outline of you,
    I shall be here,
    Harvesting the edge.

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    Roo to the rescue The

    Roo to the rescue The kangaroo kept banging on the door of the family's house in Tanjil South, then led it to the man lying unconscious about 150 metres away.

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    Russians lost in mushroom heaven

    Russians lost in mushroom heaven A bumper mushroom crop in Russia this year has pleased everyone except officials of the Emergencies Ministry in St Petersburg.

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    The Real Sufism Islamic mysticism

    The Real Sufism Islamic mysticism may be gaining a hip following in the West but that’s a bowdlerized version. To see it today in Iraq, where it’s freely practiced again, is more ambiguous

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    { Saturday, 20 September, 2003 }

    (jaybird attempts to waterski)

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    (jaybird attempts to waterski)

    280 hp speedboat, 20 points. jaybird, 0 (plus two incredibly achy arms).

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    "Busy with Ephemera"

    A full day ahead. There's a party at a friend's lakehouse, and two different gigs after that (I'm house managing for my favorite theater in town). I slept in for the first time in forever, the cats wouldn't let me up.

    I can't believe how well I feel after the fast... my diet since then has been meat and junk free (I did nibble a cookie yesterday). My energy level is incredible, and dynamic. I'm not schlepping through the day.

    Anyway, I really should get ready. Meanwhile, check out these local artists; I met an artist affiliated with a local arts alliance last night, and she's quite fun and wonderful. I tried to find her work to post, but alas. I just might get involved with the organization, it sounds creatively delicious... and it might give me the chutzpah to get some of my work out there.

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    "I think about the cosmic

    "I think about the cosmic snowball theory. A few million years from now the sun will burn out and lose its gravitational pull. The earth will turn into a giant snowball and be hurled through space. When that happens it won't matter if I get this guy out."

    Bill 'Spaceman' Lee, zany major league pitcher with galactic consciousness, at one time pondered a run for president. From this MeFi thread.

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    { Friday, 19 September, 2003 }

    In a British Parliamentary by-election

    In a British Parliamentary by-election yesterday, there was a surprise upset. It had little to do with the candidacy, however, of Alan Howling Lord Hope (59 crucial votes), current leader of the Monster Raving Loony Party. The Party was founded by the very late Lord Sutch, whose current political activity is unknown. Besides the current California circus, we yanks haven't had a good "hampaign" since this man (we're overdue).

    Crossposted to MeFi

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    An innocent fifth grader's picture

    An innocent fifth grader's picture is worth a thousand-word critical analysis. We will play a career-spanning selection of Radiohead songs; the kids, equipped with Sharpies and blank sheets of paper, will simply draw whatever the music suggests to them. We don't even give them the name of the band. They don't know anything about Radiohead, the mountain of criticism, the mythology. Their thoughts and interpretations are pure, unsullied, literally unique.

    via MeFi

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    In honor of National Talk

    In honor of National Talk Like a Pirate Day, I present this link, ye scurvies: fidius.org: What's My Pirate Name? Dirty Tom Flint You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

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    How to immigrate to Canada

    How to immigrate to Canada Which more of we yanks are being forced to consider... I wouldn't mind, it's beautiful and generally friendier up yonder. I'm quite interested in BC.

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    Verisign scandal attracting worldwide attention:

    Verisign scandal attracting worldwide attention: Site finding system under fire ...the move has won protests from many other net firms who say Verisign is hijacking their customers and is inadvertently helping spammers spread their unwanted wares.

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    { Thursday, 18 September, 2003 }

    Mass wedding in Bombay

    Mass wedding in Bombay More than 500 couples from the Dawoodi Bohra Muslim community have taken part in a mass wedding in Bombay (Mumbai).

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    Giant star caught swallowing three

    Giant star caught swallowing three planets

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    Watch the hurricane hit my

    Watch the hurricane hit my old summer home ofRehoboth Beach Delaware...

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    Awww, cute: Roaming rodent gets

    Awww, cute: Roaming rodent gets first-class return to Utah An adventurous adult male chipmunk is being flown from Marin to Utah in a private plane today to rejoin rodents he left behind after he took a road trip to Terra Linda.

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    { Wednesday, 17 September, 2003 }

    "Food"

    The cats hover around their bowls like turkey vultures on an updraft. I approach, their green eyes meet mine, look as cute as possible, and butter me up for a restocking of the feline 24 hour buffet. Ta-da, it's done. Go out and chase some leaves, or maybe that rooster.

    Yesterday, I came off a 55 hour fast, feeling weary but renewed. To eat that first meal in over two days, I sat out in the sun, felt deep gratitude for it, and spoonful by spoonful, broke my hunger. In that moment, I felt awash in good fortune; I can eat when I want to, I can eat what I want to, and I can eat when I need to. Only 15% of we humans can say that right now, and only so many of us here in 'civilization' have that privilege, or right.

    This country has the most vast and efficient agricultural operation the world has ever seen. While the methodology, organizations and rationales behind our industriousness are frequently dubious and extremely wasteful, nonetheless we cannot argue with our abundance... GM megamade crappola or not.

    Yet the children I work with aren't always fed at home. When they are fed, it's reconstituted organic matter with heavy doses of chemicals and sugar, which surely affects their growing brains and bodies. The poorest of the poor in this country do starve, and are given occasional access to government supplied food pantries containing wholesale nutritionally dubious products; this is a government that spends millions if not billions to pay farmers not to grow in order to fulfill complicated import/export quotas. Meanwhile, the middle class on up spends a great deal of their money on filling their stomachs with pleasant tasting, more refined reconstituted organic matter. I should know, I've both starved and stuffed.

    My mother was on and off foodstamps and welfare while I was growing up, despite having three master's degrees. Dinner sometimes was literally sliced of the hunk of government cheese in the fridge. Going to my father's for the weekend, however, the silver would be out, a roast in the oven, and drinking buddies a plenty with round, proud bellies. And how we would gorge... At times in my life when I have a little extra in my wallet, I could easily swindle myself away from my idealism and blow a wad on a fancy dinner. Then repeat the experience when times were lean on plastic. Not to knock a good round of eatin' at the Chinese buffet or a pizza sloppy with extra sauce [my favorite], but the practice becomes indulgent, a form of entertainment, after a while. We surround ourselves with rituals of status, none moreso than with food. Elbows off the table, hand in your lap, don't chick the china, don't slurp the soup. How easy t is to forget the sacredness and blessing of food, when you can get in the car and drive in any direction and be fed anonymous things in homogenized settings with standard tastes.

    Robert Graves, author of The Defense of Human Nature, wrote “The decline of the true taste for food is the beginning of the decline in national culture as a whole. When people have lost their authentic personal taste, they lose their personality, and become the instruments of other people’s will.” Clearly, in my life, I've subverted my will and power to the tune of untold thousands of dollars because of the illusion of satisfaction from uncounted 'dining experiences.' I'm only now beginning to discover what my body truly want to digest, what it truly needs to survive, rather than the deep psychological imprints that create cravings and 'needs' out of unwhole, chemical-laden, mass-produced food. After the second day of fasting, when I'd ridden out the bucking bronco of hunger, I realized I'd lost the taste for crap. What I longed for was fruit, spinach, nuts... rather than french fries (not to say I won't have french fries ever again, perish the thought. Rather, crap has lost it's rank as a psychological priority). Thankfully, though hunger, my balance was restored, and I'm on a path toward treating this body not as a separate entity that I've got to feed, like the cats, but rather as me/myself, which will operate optimally only with care, and awareness.

    The act of eating, of taking into oneself for the furtherance of one's survival, should be viewed as a sacrament; even if you're taking in a suicide-hot buffalo wing. It's the one thing that ensures our probable continuation, save that any meteors don't spit the sky and our noggin in a blaze of fire. It's the one thing that has raised and destroyed civilizations... the battle for resources, that we may survive. Food is the epicenter of human struggle, though it need not be as such. There will never be a Utopia, but there can be a world without famine, simply by eliminating wasteful practices here in the so-called 'developed' world, and by exporting not only our technology but our compassion.

    Right now, a slice of orange never tasted so good. It tastes of sunshine... I genuinely appreciate this commonplace fruit, the seeds I spit, and the juice running down my cheek, leaving a sticky sweet trail. This reconnects me to life at it's most organic... things grow, we eat them, we grow, we die, things will grow from us. What an amazing thing, to be alive, eating an Orange, being nurtured while in turn knowing that one day the atoms in me will continue to nurture, perhaps for infinity. This is luck right here, and as one of the 15% as I eat I imagine, no pray, that the hungry will likewise be sustained through some act of fantastic destiny... beginning with mere awareness, more hope, here, now, and everywhere fine food is served.

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    Up, up and away... the

    Up, up and away... the mysterious Indian rope trick.

    Prepared for MeFi

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    Get your paws off me

    Get your paws off me you damn dirty... Uh... Monkeys show sense of justice Researchers taught brown capuchin monkeys to swap tokens for food. Usually they were happy to exchange this "money" for cucumber. But if they saw another monkey getting a grape - a more-liked food - they took offence. Some refused to work, others took the food and refused to eat it.

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    Fun with fusion: Freshman's nuclear

    Fun with fusion: Freshman's nuclear fusion reactor has USU physics faculty in awe The reactor sat on a table with an attached vacuum pump wheezing away. A television monitor showed what was inside: a glowing ball of gas surrounded by a metal helix. The ball is, literally, a small sun, where an electric field forces deuteron ions (a form of hydrogen) to gather, bang together and occasionally fuse, spitting out a neutron each time fusion occurs.

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    "Crazy"

    Amazing, huh? Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is tahtthe frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouth it bnieg a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, butthe wrod as a wlohe.

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    The UK gets it, we

    The UK gets it, we don't: Terror laws are 'needless totalitarianism'

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    A happy 116th not to

    A happy 116th not to be snoozed at Mrs Hongo, who is bedridden, entertained her guests by singing a traditional folk song from her home town on the islands of Amamioshima, part of a group of islands south of Japan's main islands.

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    { Tuesday, 16 September, 2003 }

    Gamelan, the traditional percussive orchestras

    Gamelan, the traditional percussive orchestras of Java and Bali, has many contemporary ensembles in America. Why don't you take a seat and play along?


    P.S. No thread on Gamelan would be complete without reference to the Ramayana Monkey Chant and the story behind it!

    Crossposted to MeFi

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    "The Slow Fast, Day 3"

    I went without solid food (just juice and water) for just over 55 hours. I chose to reenter, albeit sparingly, due to a sense that I wanted to go longer for purposes other than what my body had mandated, i.e. it was becoming a battle between the needs of my body versus a dogged willpower. I felt that 55 hours of eating nothing was a valiant effort that taught me a great deal, that I had achieved the peak effect of the cleansing, and finally that on the teeter-totter between benefit and harm, the balance was being tipped.

    I will continue to eat soft, high fiber foods only for the planned duration, and definately feel the need to be meat-free, at least for now. Juices, nuts, fruit, yogurt, beans, cottage cheese and greens are going to be the extent of my diet during the cleansing process. Physically, there's a huge difference... I feel equilibrium, I feel clear, and a general 'glow.'

    So, primary mission accomplished, and I'm pleased I maintained my overall discipline. Yet, I'll be glad to regain a stable level of energy, rather than these bizarre fluctuations, and all the weakness. This could easily become a regular, no headlines kind of practice... knowing that it can actually be done.


    now it's on to the fun phase of detoxing... the prune juice.

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    Town changes name to Viagra,

    Town changes name to Viagra, OK.

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    Simian coup in Kenya: Monkeys

    Simian coup in Kenya: Monkeys move into president's house

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    "THe Slow Fast, Update"

    Wow. No weariness... in fact a sort of hyper-acute level of attention and lots of energy. No ill side effects, and no food now for something like 42 hours. This is amazing. I wish I could spend the day outdoors but sitting in a 5th grade classroom for 6 1/2 hours will have to do. If there are no meetings today, I'll be going to Craggy Pinnacle [my favorite mountaintop] to pick blueberries for Thursday's reintroduction of solid food.

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    From a website made by

    From a website made by a well respected environmentalist and biker, killed over the weekend by a drunk driver... Analysis and Notes on Walden -- Henry Thoreau's Text with Adjacent Thoreauvian Commentary

    From a thread on MeFi

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    { Monday, 15 September, 2003 }

    "The Slow Fast, Day 2"

    I began the day thinking I wouldn't make it; now, after nearly 36 hours of not eating, I'm feeling just below great. I had a massive headache throughout the day, and after a shot of cranberry juice, the only divergence thus far from the plan, it quickly receded into an awareness of pressure. At times, I totally forget how long it's been, and everything appears as normal as is possible. Other times, I feel like a field mouse running through a kaleidoscope made of plasma, whatever that is. But, in general, I remain optimistic to at least see myself through Wednesday on liquids, but not strictly water as originally planned.

    Many have asked me why I'm doing this, and as time progresses I have less of an answer for them. I've gotten in the swing of it, especially how to distract the pangs of hunger, so now it's a "Why?" vs. "Why not?" justification. I'm doing it because I can, and from what I understand I'm giving my body a chance to reset from all the toxicity common in everyday Americana. Not to say that I'm craving the f*** out of Buffalo Wings right now.

    I'm making sure that I'm not setting myself up for failure by placing strict expectations on myself. Trying to go with the flow, ignore the occasional thought of chocolate or sautéed mushrooms or bleu cheese. Getting this far has been a major feat, and I've easily passed my previous record of 28 hours.

    Anyway, just got back from the most tempting environment of all, the Irish bar in town. Every Monday there's trivia and the menu+beer are over the top. I got by with water and a little juice, and luckily scored a few points for the team, despite the occasional saunter through mental discombobulation.

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    Viva Ayahuasceros! Hallucinogenic tea likely

    Viva Ayahuasceros! Hallucinogenic tea likely to gain religious exemption A federal appeals court has ruled that a New Mexico church’s use of a hallucinogenic tea was likely to be protected under freedom of religion laws.

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    Herbal remedy secret uncovered British

    Herbal remedy secret uncovered British scientists believe they may have discovered how the popular herbal remedy arnica works.

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    Cryptids Cryptids Cryptids Cryptids Cryptids

    Cryptids Cryptids Cryptids Cryptids Cryptids Cryptids Cryptids FUNGI FUNGI !

    Crossposted to MeFi

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    Deceit, Manipulation and Intimidation... the

    Deceit, Manipulation and Intimidation... the foundation for upheaval!

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    For once, a temporary victory

    For once, a temporary victory against the radical 'right:' Court Delays California Recall Vote

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    "The Slow Fast, Update"

    About 18 hours since last meal. I'm doing remarkably well, but with traces of a headache coming on, likely from caffeine withdrawl. Slight disorientation and weariness, which I'm going to try to break now with a morning run. I has bizarre but unrecountable dreams, mostly seeming to involve food. Work may prove more of a challenge, especially lunchtime, but I'll be content with my water.

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    Madonna's new book tells

    Madonna's new book tells children: don't be envious Madonna, 45, climbed on to a swing, with her children, and read for five minutes, then said anyone who wanted to learn the ending must shell out £12.99. The English Roses is the first of five morality tales by Madonna to be released before the end of 2004. All are based loosely on the teachings of the Kabbalah, which she follows.

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    { Sunday, 14 September, 2003 }

    I've been a long time

    I've been a long time fan of this system, and I'm glad it's being more vigorously researched: The cheap way to the stars - by escalator

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    "The Slow Fast, Day 1"

    My last meal was scrambled eggs, cottage cheese, pineapple and soy sausage. Well, not the last-last meal, I certainly will eat again. But, as of noon today, I've begun a two week fast, split into three phases...

  • Sunday through Wednesday 17th: Just water.
  • Thursday through Sunday 21st: Juice, yogurt, nuts and tea.
  • Monday through Saturday 27th: Fruit, greens, grains.
  • Sunday 28th: RE-entry!

    The plan is ambitious, if stupid, but I will try my very best to keep to it. After this post, I'm going to freeze whatever I can salvage from the 'fridge. I've been mentally preparing my mind and body for this rigorous fortnight since last week, and I know that I'll probably experience a number of unusual feelings, ailments and at first, weakness. I'm ready.

    Why am I doing this? Damn good question. A little voice, or rather a synapse gone mad, informed me last Sunday that I'll be fasting for two weeks, to great effect. Okay, I thought, why not? The detox and rebalancing will be beneficial, but the variety at least will make things interesting, and put a creative fire under my well-fed [though shapely] keester.

    Of course, my ability to eat the way I do is fortunate beyond measure in our world of economic disparity. Going to a third world country jars you into awareness of the blessings and curses of 'first' world abundance. I enter this with a sense of kinship and solidarity, yet also with trepidation over how out of whack my body is with natural cycles.

    If for some reason my attempt doesn't succeed or my hypoglycemia gets the best of me, I won't drag my tail between my legs either. Even though I accept this fast as a sort of short-term sacred covenant, it is by no means bound by firebrand oaths to win flawlessly. It's something to do, with a positive outcome regardless.

    To my friends supporting me, thanks. In the meantime, please have a nice sloppy slice for pizza for the brothers and sisters who can't!

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:43 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Western 'benefits' causing major health

    Western 'benefits' causing major health problems in rest of world.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:12 in Health, Medicine & Bio-Happiness | | permalink



    FightAIDS@Home FightAIDS@Home is the first

    FightAIDS@Home FightAIDS@Home is the first biomedical distributed computing project ever launched. It is run by the Olson Laboratory at The Scripps Research Institute, and uses your computer to assist fundamental research to discover new drugs, using our growing knowledge of the structural biology of AIDS.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:29 in Health, Medicine & Bio-Happiness | | permalink



    The height of litigious stupidity:

    The height of litigious stupidity: One Apple sues another over name

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:15 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    "Poem from the Barroom"

    Thou, the breadth and dearth of the rainbow
    You cover all I see, all light filtered through you,
    An untouchable, shimmering illusion
    Where fingers flail as they attempt to touch.
    Passing through, we're all conducting color,
    Dancing honorifics to the surging of passion,
    Writhing on the dancefloor, lead by drunken, wild hearts
    Yearning for touch, breath, secret words
    Spoken under shadows.
    Shine bright in this brief allowance
    Lure wanderers and madmen to your end
    Where we will invoke the possible,
    Tender hands, made of whole galaxies,
    Desiring tender clasping
    Within the crazy, inordinate whims of now.
    Illusion, phantasm, manifested fantasy,
    For this brief prayer
    Come to life.

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    { Saturday, 13 September, 2003 }

    Mobiles 'make you senile' Mobile

    Mobiles 'make you senile' Mobile phones and the new wireless technology could cause a "whole generation" of today's teenagers to go senile in the prime of their lives, new research suggests

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:39 in Health, Medicine & Bio-Happiness | | permalink



    The glitz, glam and glitter:

    The glitz, glam and glitter: the history and art of " drag."

    Crossposted to MeFi, Ms. Thing

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:21 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Disturbing elevation of the War

    Disturbing elevation of the War on TerrorAnother Shocking Photo from the Front by Joel Sax

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:33 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    A Queer Notion of History

    A Queer Notion of History ...revealed the existence of a large and extraordinarily visible gay community in New York in the early years of the 20th century. Well-advertised drag balls, featuring cross-dressers of both sexes, drew huge crowds; and any urban sophisticate, however straight, would have visited a "pansy nightclub."

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:47 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Ozone hole is bigger

    Ozone hole is bigger than it has ever been The Antarctic ozone hole is bigger than it has ever been at this time of year, threatening populated regions of south America and New Zealand with harmful levels of ultraviolet radiation.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:22 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Friday, 12 September, 2003 }

    "All's Fair"

    fairbee_web.jpg

    You and I, momentarily sawdust in the third ring;
    Kicked up by clowns, bounced on by the
    Sleek smile from the celestial trapeze,
    The springboard of lions dashing through hoops of fire.
    Here we are,
    In the shadow of the barker, the freak,
    The rhinestone glitter of camel goddesses
    In the dank that is shed from play...
    Here we are,
    Witness to a million spinning attractions
    To giddy laughter and dizzy screams
    Soaking up the melting ice cream
    And lost, folded tickets
    To countless roller-coasters and fun houses.
    In a few days,
    The midway will pack up for the milky way
    And ours will be the stars, the rain,
    The dew of returning to the organic
    From our short orbit of fantasy.
    Organ grinder gives way to mockingbird,
    Daredevils surrender to butterflies,
    The human cannonball knocks down the sun for setting.
    For this gaudy minute filled with tilt-a-whirl dreams,
    We heed the carney, we come and see the show;
    As the clamor recedes, we become it.
    You and I, specks of contrast in this great froth of being,
    Will be awed as the magic man splits the night in half,
    Eternity seeping all through the dazed crowd,
    Beholden to spectacle.
    His lovely assistant hoists the moon with a bejeweled pinkie finger,
    And the crickets make music as stars fall through your hair.
    Dawn after dawn, we pay our way in, within, infinite.
    No big top can contain the festival that is our days,
    No routine should blur our wonder at the dancing elephants
    Or the slow spiral tumble of a late summer leaf.
    Stiltwalking through clouds,
    Juggling blackberries as they fall from vine to hand,
    Age makes transparent the ubiquity of the miraculous.
    Child eyes will not forget the day the fair came to town,
    Will we?
    As I reach in my pocket,
    To toss some love at the target, three chances for a buck,
    I can't help but notice...
    The fair never left town, indeed,
    It never will.
    In fact, you sweet speck of spontaneous presence,
    The next act has entered the ring.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:17 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    "In the haunted house of

    "In the haunted house of life, art is the only
    stair that doesn't creak."

    Crossposted to MeFi

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:40 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    News List-o-Mat

    The Top 25 Censored Media Stories of 2002-2003

    So, why after 730 days do we know so little about what really happened on 9-11? [20]

    What You Think You Know About Sept. 11 …
    … but don't
    [5]

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    We'll meet again, don't know

    We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again one sunny day: Johnny Cash has walked the line into forever. RIP.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:18 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Craziness! As seen in the

    Craziness! As seen in the Jerusalem Post:

    The world will not help us; we must help ourselves. We must kill as many of the Hamas and Islamic Jihad leaders as possible, as quickly possible, while minimizing collateral damage, but not letting that damage stop us. And we must kill Yasser Arafat, because the world leaves us no alternative.

    So much for the 'Roadmap.'

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:11 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Whoops! US forces accidentally kill

    Whoops! US forces accidentally kill 8 Iraqi police.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:06 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Palast: Bush Resignation Hailed by

    Palast: Bush Resignation Hailed by World Leaders The surprise resignation of the forty-third President of the United States, George W. Bush, on the second anniversary of the terrorist attack on America, was hailed by chiefs of state throughout the world. Mr. Bush announced that after, "two years of bloodshed, economic devastation, and spreading fear in America and abroad," he saw no choice but to accept that, "I have held a title which I did not win, and for which I have proven unqualified." via MeFi

    jaybird found this for you @ 01:50 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Thursday, 11 September, 2003 }

    "91103 Post"

    So, here's something unorthodox. While at work (in an elementay school) I typed out a response to where we are now, two years on. I was hopeful, despite the dot matrix printer, to be able to scan it in at home into text, but alas, no dice. The article is scanned, follow the link below. I'll try to type it in later:

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    read more here (250k):

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    "91101 Repost"

    The following was written two years ago, as a statement to be red on my radio show following the attacks. Through no effort of my own, it wound up being published in three newspapers and subsequently read on two radio stations, which was something very odd. I was honored to have contributed some words for the cause of peace...

    Sept. 11th, 2001:

    The world as we know it is now a different place. It matters not what our political, religious or philosophical affinities may be, we now are engaged in a new paradigm of interactions. It matters not where in the world we are, we are now engaged in a new paradigm of citizenship. Exactly what that will herald for ourselves, and the global community, is now up to each one of us.

    The power of individual conscience is more powerful than a government. This was proven in the darkest of ways by the events yesterday. Individual will surpassed the ability of a government to be informed of threats to our collective security. However, there exists the greatest possibility yet that we can prove the power of conscience in the brightest and best of ways as well. In small steps, we have gotten in line to demonstrate the positive power of individual will. So many of us in this area and across the nation have donated blood, food, and their own time and resources to the victims of this event. So many of us have gathered together, to share tears and prayers and to expand our empathy and sympathy to surround those most directly devastated by these actions. Our gatherings and our determination to help could be evidence of an important rekindling of compassion in America. If we can hold onto this momentum, responding by love to the attacks rather than hate, it could be a great evolutionary step ahead for humanity.

    The instinctual, automatic desire for revenge has arisen everywhere; in the media, online, in lines at the supermarket, across the bar and over the counters of coffeeshops. No one is immune to feeling, at least for an instant, this primal urge. And this urge need not be useless to the pacifist nor useless to the nationalist. The middle path between them, in this case, is justice. We can seek knowledge of what happened, and knowledge of those responsible, and from them, once determined guilty, exact a punishment that properly and legally fits the crime. It is not a time to shed any more innocent blood, anywhere. It is not a time for bombs or bullets indiscriminately taking the lives and livelihood of those not involved. It is a time of accountability and answers, but we should not allow these needs to be addressed in such a way that is only serves to continue and escalate a culture of violence and death that has dominated the global dynamic.

    We should seek justice and truth, but with restraint. We have a choice, and a voice, in how our nation, and the world, moves forward. We have shown in great numbers, our charity and compassion. So with the same hand that we show goodwill to those tragically affected by this event, we should show a civilized resolve to act without war or an attitude of warfare. For that attitude only perpetuates the same result, over and over. Throughout history, warfare has begotten warfare. We have not yet chosen to break the cycle, perhaps due to our strong instinctual urge to vengeance. But as our world has so suddenly changed today, on a geopolitical level, we can change it yet again but this time for the best. We can choose to answer the global culture of violence and death with a new global culture that venerates all life and uses love as the primary energy from which we act.

    So let us not let the deaths of thousands yesterday be in vain. Let us be called into service to answer the highest hopes and potentials of humanity in this dark time. Let us bring forth the light... by seeking justice without war, by venerating all human life, and withholding from the temptation to judge others without due cause. Let us withhold from judging a person’s religion, their philosophy, their race or their nationality but let us look instead at actions. Let our hope for humanity and for resolution encompass all humanity... let all possible resolutions be explored which do not turn the wheel of fate from one battle to another, but from one understanding to another. We can evolve, in our own way, the global dialogue, right now. Our pain does not need to be infectious, it does not need to go beyond our borders and cause pain to others to satisfy our primal urges for retaliation. Instead, let a new urge for global justice and human rights be revealed in every action we take. Finally, let us hold tight to freedom and liberty in the highest embodiment, which calls us to seek freedom and liberty for every being in every nation on earth.

    It is a miracle, on every level, to be alive right now. We are on a planet, after all, spinning through space. The fact that we exist is simply amazing. In honor of the wonder and awe in being alive, let us venerate life for what it is, a beautiful, unique and precious thing. May peace be with all those whole lives were lost or forever changed by these attacks. May peace be with this planet, this blue-green ball in space, to which we owe our existence. May we be reminded, that true peace begins with us. There will always be pain, there will always be tragedy... but warfare does not always have to be. Our will for peace, and the strength of our conscience, can be proven and shall manifest a new world for us all.

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    Talk Like A Pirate Day

    Talk Like A Pirate Day - September 19

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    Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger

    Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger MUSHROOM MUSHROOM

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    Gen. Clark Reportedly Is Asked

    Gen. Clark Reportedly Is Asked to Join Dean Democratic presidential candidate Howard Dean has asked retired Army Gen. Wesley Clark to join his campaign, if the former NATO commander does not jump into the race himself next week, and the two men discussed the vice presidency at a weekend meeting in California, sources familiar with the discussions said.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:03 in Howard Dean for President 2004 | | permalink



    Greenpeace obtains smoking-gun memo: White

    Greenpeace obtains smoking-gun memo: White House/Exxon link Did conservative elements in the White House provoke an Exxon front group to sue EPA to suppress a report on climate change? That's the question that two State Attorney Generals have asked US Attorney General John Ashcroft to investigate, after Greenpeace uncovered a routine email in a Freedom of Information Act request. via MeFi

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:58 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 10 September, 2003 }

    "Birdbrains, and such"

    I'm having these repeating mental images of herons, storks, ibis, and whooping cranes flash into my consciousness unexpectedly. Pleasant enough, but a little strange. Considering last night's 'micro-coma' and the cacophony of bizarre stimuli occurring lately, I suppose it's par for this rather unusual course. Huge upswing in deja-vu and coincidence, as well.

    Perhaps it means that I'm simply, inexplicably, more aware of the subtle flow of consciousness everywhere, of reality's uncanny knack for being not that which is observed. Like some wire that is accidentally crossed, a circuit is temporarily on and receptive to far more than usual. The next bumpy ride, it'll get jarred again.

    That's what makes this whole life-thing fun; we don't have a clue but we stumble over them all the time.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:00 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Some believe, some don't. Welcome

    Some believe, some don't. Welcome to the strange world of electronic voice phenomenon. Warning: some Real Audio formats. Crossposted to MeFi.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:25 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



    Hundreds Of Toads Invade N.J.

    Hundreds Of Toads Invade N.J. Shopping Center The 1-inch-long toads have been seen hopping around at the Hillsborough Promenade during the last few weeks, especially on rainy days, and many have made their way into some of the shops.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:05 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



    You go! Protesters disrupt Rumsfeld

    You go! Protesters disrupt Rumsfeld speech "Your foreign policy is based on lies. The war in Iraq is unjust and illegal and the occupation is immoral," she said. Shouts went up of "Bring the troops home now!" and "Tell us when the troops are coming home. They need to come home." Protesters unfurled a banner from the gallery before being led away, chanting, "Hey, Mr. Rumsfeld, what do you say? How many children did you kill today."

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:58 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    The Brianna Project is

    The Brianna Project is a website set-up to collect donations for Brianna LaHara, the 12 year old who was forced to settle with the RIAA to a tune of $2,000. She lives in subsidized housing in NYC in a single parent household. Please give (I am).

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:44 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    "?"

    Dunno what's going on here, but I went down for a short nap at 5:30 yesterday, slept through an important meeting, and awoke at 4:30 this morning. A solid, deep dreamless slumber, with phone going off and like that damn rooster too. After being awake for 1/2 hour, I went back to sleep and now I'm up for work. However, I'm extremely fatigued and feel like I could sleep much more. Very odd.

    Next week I start my fast and have no idea what that will do to my energy, but hopefully no more hibernation.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:52 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    RIAA keeps 12-year-old quiet with

    RIAA keeps 12-year-old quiet with $2,000 bill The RIAA took quick steps to blunt a public relations atrocity by agreeing to settle out of court with a 12-year-old girl accused of trading copyrighted songs.

    jaybird found this for you @ 04:24 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Lessons from an androgynous mummy

    Lessons from an androgynous mummy A mummy discovered this summer, thought to be Queen Nefertiti, turned out to be a man instead of a woman, according to Egyptian antiquities director Zahi Hawass. Whether this mummy was a queen, a drag queen or something else, the summer's news has forced us all to confront our issues about sexuality.

    jaybird found this for you @ 04:10 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 09 September, 2003 }

    Love blossoms for rare plants

    Love blossoms for rare plants A UK plant expert has played Cupid for a pair of ancient plants located 100 miles apart by using a turkey baster to bring them together.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:43 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    City Council votes to impeach

    City Council votes to impeach Bush Specifically, city leaders say Bush violated international treaties by going to war in Iraq, and that the president manipulated public fears to justify the war and undercut Constitutional rights.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:51 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    I had an incredibly vivid

    I had an incredibly vivid dream last night of a tropical beach, and finding a tree to climb up so I could meditate.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:57 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Durwood Pickle, 71, caught in

    Durwood Pickle, 71, caught in music fight A grandfather has said he was wrongly accused of illegally downloading music online at the start of a legal campaign by the US music industry.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:54 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Tensions build in Cancun The

    Tensions build in Cancun The town is in a state of high security, after clashes at a number of international summits in recent years, and given the tensions surrounding this week's negotiations.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:48 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    "Roughing It, At Home"

    Tomorrow will be day 5 without hot water. I've been doing cold sponge baths, though due to many uncanny and wild occurrences, I should be taking cold showers. I am assured by the powers that be that this will be resolved tomorrow.

    Meanwhile, I've done some rearranging of the house, mostly to clear out some of the energetic strangeness from this weekend. The main 'event' of the weekend is far too delicate to relate here, but yes, debauchery was involved. I've been going to the club more often, and well where there's smoke there's arson (that's a metaphor). The poem from yesterday was fairly explicit in it's symbolism, but to spill the beans right here would be too gossipy.
    It's easier to talk about my life in symbols, especially the parts I don't have good words for.

    I'm starting work on the second book, Busking for Rainbows. Hopefully done by Decemberish.

    The moon and Mars are kissing distance apart tonight. It's cool, and I'm waiting to hear the owl that's been visiting lately. Summer is beginning to peel away, a worn calendar page yielding to clean, unwritten dates. Soon, cider and red leaves, flocks of geese and mist on the lake. I'm ready.

    I'll pretend that this house is merely a campsite, and watch the changing of seasons as if I really were in the thick of it. Then again, who isn't?

    jaybird found this for you @ 00:32 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Monday, 08 September, 2003 }

    Flipper is bisexual, as are

    Flipper is bisexual, as are many other marine mammals Who hasn't ever dabbled in a little beak-genital orientation?

    via Blort

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:53 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Sister vs Mecha-Sister will have

    Sister vs Mecha-Sister will have you on the edge of your pew (turn speakers on).

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:56 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Doonesbury@'s Sunday comic discussed a

    Doonesbury@'s Sunday comic discussed a discrete topic of which I do admit familiarity.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:30 in Carnality, Naughtiness & Fun | | permalink



    Ray Sweatman has created a

    Ray Sweatman has created a 'collaborative' poem pulled for blog entries of many wonderful blogeurs, and this site is pleased to have contributed a few lines. Read Streams of Bloggishness (Golf Balls in the Graveyard)

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:11 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Sound science is quackers

    Sound science is quackers The old saying that a duck's quack produces no echo is... well, just plain quackers.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:03 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Science marches on... Organ music

    Science marches on... Organ music 'instils religious feelings' ...in a controlled experiment in which infrasound was pumped into a concert hall, UK scientists found they could instil strange feelings in the audience at will.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:00 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Sunday, 07 September, 2003 }

    "Open Flame"

    Sweet rain, you steady the night
    With a rhythm of wet whispers,
    Washing memories into the stream,
    Soaking them to the tree roots,
    Dashing yesterday into the gutter.
    I have seen the hottest campfire,
    A little sun encircled by river rock,
    Stilled and defeated by ten minutes of downpour.
    I have seen a burning house
    Inches from a swollen river.
    I have seen faint sprinkles of rain
    Befuddle an old man's matchbook,
    Struggling yet dignified with
    Trembling blacksmith hands.
    Ashes swept down the valley tonight, mine.
    I danced near an open flame
    To music made of sparks
    Carefree and reckless I touched the fire
    I awoke tasting of soot, with smoldering vision.
    They say fire was the first invention,
    And with it we combust our mistakes,
    Sending up a smoky prayer for recompense.
    Tonight I outstretch my hand
    To chill the coals
    To convert passion to mere steam
    And merge embers with Earth again.
    I danced near an open flame,
    I courted the char in drunken steps
    Not knowing the absolute heat
    Behind the glow.
    Tonight, water that falls from the roof in drumbeats
    Brings absolution, calm,
    While all around
    There's kindling for ardor
    And the unbidden tenacity
    Of little flames
    Waiting to be awakened.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:09 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Holy Mother of French Toast,

    Holy Mother of French Toast, this has been the strangest day. Details will inevitably follow.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:39 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Surprise? Written word helps wounds

    Surprise? Written word helps wounds heal Pouring your emotions out on paper could help wounds heal quicker, researchers say.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:44 in Health, Medicine & Bio-Happiness | | permalink



    Police call in the ghostbusters

    Police call in the ghostbusters ...doors rattled and stairwells creaked in the city’s police department. In the light of day, a secretary’s desk drawer opened on its own. A city worker who toured the building late one night even reported feeling something grab her leg.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:05 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



    { Saturday, 06 September, 2003 }

    Search engine answer's the most

    Search engine answer's the most burning question... ever! Google Search: answer to life, the universe, and everything

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:14 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    'Science cannot provide all

    'Science cannot provide all the answers' The subject - the place of humans in the universe - is a challenge. To the scientific way of thinking, humans no more have a "place" in the scheme of things than hamsters or harp seals. The universe itself may be an incomprehensible event, and life a so far unexplained one, but scientists see no ladder of creation with humans at the pinnacle. They can see no "purpose" in being. We are here because we are here, a lucky accident - lucky for us - but there was nothing inevitable about the evolution of humanity, or its survival. God is not part of the explanation.

    That stance continues to be changing, not just according to this article but also according to the emerging paradigm of 'personal identification with the cosmic.'

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:52 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Unusual Churches is about believing

    Unusual Churches is about believing in a universal force that helps to guide us in our everyday lives. Many people choose to seek it in many different ways. How we choose to find it is up to the individual. Unusual Churches is also about the weird, wacky and funny churches one can find on the internet.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:55 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Albatrosses face growing peril

    Albatrosses face growing peril The plight of several species of albatross has worsened significantly in the last year, conservationists say.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:53 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    Oh yes, it's Pets for

    Oh yes, it's Pets for Dean! Um.....

    via Presurfer

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    { Friday, 05 September, 2003 }

    Man encased in a plastic

    Man encased in a plastic box over the River Thames. He will spend 44 days suspended beside the London river. During that time he will apparently go without food and will only have access to water fed through a tube.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:01 in Radical Undertakings | | permalink



    Not like there's a theme

    Not like there's a theme here, but Yoko to recreate naked art show Yoko Ono is to re-stage her conceptual art project which saw her invite people to cut off her clothes until she was left naked.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:47 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    Getting to the bottom of

    Getting to the bottom of the story: Naked Man Caught Delivering Newspapers

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    Rennes-le-Chateau is a small French

    Rennes-le-Chateau is a small French village with a grand cathedral of mystery and speculation. Read up on the mad priest, the Knights Templar, the Cathars, a lost treasure, coded parchments, including unusual spinoff theories.

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    Democrats take aim at Bush

    Democrats take aim at Bush in debate, even the honorary republican Lieberman joined in on the fun. I'm looking for a transcript, but early CW says this was a major boost for Dean.

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    { Thursday, 04 September, 2003 }

    "Creekside Journal"

    “Creekside… Sunday, 31 Aug. ‘03”

    “The flux of eternity carries improbable flotsam in it’s briny tide.”~Isador M. Upinsky in Gaseous Nomenclature and Transparent Numerals.

    Encamped creekside in a valley beset with low clouds and blueberries, I lit a fire with my cast-off regrets for kindling and sipped sangria as a soft crescent took the western arc of sky, glowing like a newborn’s cheek. The occasional fish spirited from this murmuring creek, older than so-called civilization, whispering more romantic than any human sweet talking. The breath of Titans blew the mist, blurring exactitudes and worries, the curve of mountains softening into an aspect of body.

    Time, politely damned to the stately buildings from whence it came, shall mean nothing here. The color of twilight, the syncopation of crickets, and the tending of coals the only rhythm that matters. Before arriving here, bumbling down the mud-thick path toward the site, some folk were reclining in the shade of a pine. “Excuse me,” I said, “is this site taken?”

    “No man, not now. We were thinking about it but you go on.”

    “Thanks guys… I wind up with this spot every year I come here.”

    “It’s cool dude, gotta keep tradition alive.”

    Thus begins a night of repose and joyous solitude from the commonplace rigors and pleasures of routine. Thus begins a grinding down of obstacle, a loosening of stones to become silt, sand and salt. A momentary return to the primal, the fundamental, while watching water pass by and the landscape surrender, shadow by shadow, to obscuration and the magic dark.

    Of course, it’s just me and my little book and parka, a campfire and sweet wine. A night spent in the company of trees and the mystery that rustles in the underbrush. No more, no less than this.

    A distant crow, blueberry juice running down my throat, a chill warded away by the hissing glow of fire. Like the berry, we are simply buds on a twig; flower, fruit, seed, in flow according to a pattern drawn in invisible, mythic ink. We will give sustenance and be sustained, more in tune with the cyclic than we can imagine… maybe it’s you that bears pollen, cupping perpetuity in your tender hands? Maybe it’s you that I will sustain. I may whither, and the branch will grow beyond my place of emergence. Yet within all, season no matter, there is found a divine code for persistence, the tenacious budding of future branches. This code is not found in biology, but you might find it in your dreams. We are, right now and everywhere, the apex and the genesis of eventuality. We are continuations edging toward fractality.

    To say ‘we’ may imply you and me, or our nation, or our planet. Let it mean instead the vast and silent ‘yes’ that causes presence. The ‘yes’ that makes live, makes love, makes lore. We are, after all, a sudden blur of shape with only a further changing of form known to be true. This knowledge we share, in our delightful bumble through being, with the Universe itself, mostly stored on the tips of tongues and the very ends of beaks.

    It is near the end of summer, I am ripening, as is each soul or conscious atom. The goldenrod flower, heavy with yellow, is leaning ever closer to the stream, which will answer it’s dwindling brightness with dissolution and free passage to reclamation.

    There is my burnt offering, fallen wood crackling as it turns to light. It warms me before sleep, and dries my socks, steaming on the stone ring. I smell of woodsmoke, my skin is rough with nature’s grit mingling with my own. I absorb the blueberry and I it, as the sleeping bag does it’s duty.

    “Creekside, Monday 1 Sept. 2003”

    A night of pouring rain that drummed on the tent like so many cloggers on the roof of heaven. The morning reveals a tent with a half-inch of standing water and the wringing out of that which did not escape the great sogging. The firepit is a wash of defeated ashes, the creek runs heavy with the condensate of clouds. Every sound is saturated, dim; so still you can almost hear the sun rise, parting the clouds with a kiss of gold.

    I’m wandering through the hush of dawn… drinking the dew from rhododendron leaves, tickling the bellies of passing clouds, tending a makeshift pot of camp coffee. It may as well be my first day on Earth. The ground is full of drenched sighs. There’s much to see.

    A small patch of yellow daisies… There, clinging in sanctuary are two tempest tossed honeybees, one still with pollen on his legs. They are motionless; the daisies bounce on the breeze in solar imitation and they remain; locked, steadfast, dazed or perhaps dead. I won’t disturb them. Utterly mussed from the deluge, I think of two monks who’ve traveled a long helpless night, collapsed against the chapel door. They have beheld their prize, and now wait for fulfillment or surrender. Not alone in their grasping, there are punch drunk dervishes mad from the kiss of God, there are the mystics who choose death over human law, the moth consumed by the flame of attraction, and my heart flailing wildly at the sight of ineffable beauty.

    They may revive and carry out their natural duty. They may, like the daisy, return to dust. They yellow burst of flora to which they attach in apparent desperation is one of millions, the pair of bees one of billions, and it is I that project metaphor. Nature is capable of teaching many lessons at once, and in this I am to study my own longing for passionate refuge… I should pray sunwards, be awakened from my weariness, and make honey for the love of being.

    I work my way to the waterfall, and lay out on the rock as a torrent falls by my side. The lines in this rock are the calligraphy of millennia. I rest on a document writ by Earth herself, a contract, a holy decree. The sun brightens and the planet spins, as the roar of water quiets the invisible words that dart through the canyons of my brain… a sight I’ll never see. For a moment, watching the vortices of water dance in the pools below, I’m suddenly aware of movement, the movement, the amble down the path we’re all on, totality. It feels good, even to be a little out of breath. To be a little thirsty, a little dirty, a little hungry... these are all evidence that I remain alive, in a state of movement. My heart beats and I trace a drop of water as it disappears into the pools below.

    What is essential is right now. There is no more, no less than this. There is this man, awkward and whistling, standing atop the waterfall, getting all googly-eyed over miracles. He is I. There are birds, and passerby. We're all doing just what we ought to be doing. There are no loud truths to proclaim from the mountaintops, but the mountaintops. Even they become hard to discern in the morning fog. Together we ramble for clarity, goofy or divine or both, and we become what we're searching for. There will be epiphanies, but also thoughtless acknowledgement. There will be waterfalls, there will be rain, there will be mist, there will be puddles to wet your toes, and when you're not looking a bird will bathe there.

    As I get up to leave, I see a blueberry tumbling along a slow trickle of water, a tributary to the edge. I reach for it, and take communion in this before I head for home.


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    "Re-Redux"

    Here's the complete story. It was Sunday afternoon, and all was well. I vacated the house in favor of camping a night at Graveyard Fields, a yearly tradition that always brings tme to the same spot. Monday would be a Labor Day, sans work, and I had that peaceful, easy feeling. Alas!

    Upon returning, I found that my computer was completely unworkable, which meant a trip to the incompetant cokehead that holds the warantee. He gutted the machine, throwing parts. "Jay, you always have projects, don't you. Busy, busy busy Jay..." My processor flew about ten feet, while his secretery confided in me that he's physically abusive, but it's usually her fault.

    Civilization was not treating me well. I was getting a migraine, and while hanging my soaked equipment to dry, my cat yakked all over my journal. I left to do laundry, and my car key broke off in the trunk. Upon arriving at the Coin Op, a hirsute gentleman zoomed in on the dryer I was seconds from loading, the last one in the 'mat.

    Under normal circumstances, if indeed they exist, I would normally laugh these unfortunate collection of irritation away. Deep down I know that chaos underlies all human intention, and statistically the cards are bound to be stacked against me, but hell... the next day the mailbox bore an official missive from the great state capitol that I owe $1,800 in taxes from 1998- when I worked as an underling in a chicken restaurant. Then came the sinus infection and miserable enunciation.

    While laugh I didn't, all this hooey was faced at least with civility and dignity, I hope. I kept my chin up, mostly for drainage. I took homeopathic treatments and now, Thursday, mood is fine and nasal difficulties generally placated. Computer is back, factory 'new' and not so much as a hiccup. Attempt to deviate from woodsy glee I experienced Sunday night, vanquished with a sniffle.

    What will follow this post is a recollection of my night out.

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    Young Webmaster Heads to Prison

    Young Webmaster Heads to Prison for Political Website “We've been looking through the discovery, and it‚s so very clear to me that this is a case of entrapment, lies, the F.B.I. setting things up, changing things, twisting around, using words and terminology out of context and people just not being aware of the fact that these things are being done. And I really want to get the message out to activists or just people who are politically active out there, regardless of what communities they‚re in, to be very, very careful and to look at this case, to understand it, and to educate themselves about the law—about the law that's being used to put my son in prison.”

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    Bush wags the dog, then

    Bush wags the dog, then drops it.

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    On teaching summer school: Failing

    On teaching summer school: Failing at Living / It's a blackboard jungle out there: It's bad enough when the students don't want to learn, but when they can't even spell dirty words correctly, can a teacher really expect them to grasp Stephen Sondheim?

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    Is Elmo Bush's secret

    Is Elmo Bush's secret weapon? Images of heavily-armed Marines patrolling Iraq may not be winning the US many friends in the Islamic world. So it could be time to enlist the soft and fluffy inhabitants of Sesame Street in the battle against anti-Americanism.

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    The Global Rich List ranks

    The Global Rich List ranks your wealth compared to the rest of world. Humbling.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:51 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Sunday night.

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    Sunday night.

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    { Wednesday, 03 September, 2003 }

    Lawmakers OK Domestic Partner Bill

    Lawmakers OK Domestic Partner Bill Legislation that would give domestic partners many of the same legal rights as married couples was sent to the governor's desk Wednesday following a heated Assembly debate in which opponents claimed the bill amounted to gay marriage.

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    "Re-Re-Re-Entry"

    So, I get back from camping Monday and the computer was dead and I got the classic runaround from the 'computer guy.' Right now I'm sitting at the shop waiting, wishing, hoping... fingers and other extremities crossed.

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    { Tuesday, 02 September, 2003 }

    Meddlesome technology continues to perp

    Meddlesome technology continues to perp blog blockade! Back on tomorrow?????????

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    { Monday, 01 September, 2003 }

    Computer down, no net access.

    Computer down, no net access.

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