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"Life expands or shrinks in proportion to one's courage." ~Anain Nin
Dear regular and irregular readers,
Please keep my father in your thoughts. He's just been brought to the hospital with suspected pneumonia, loss of motor control and dementia. I just returned from visiting him and other family in Delaware and he looked terrible, and had just suffered from torn ligaments and nerve damage in his leg.
Due to privacy laws, the hospital isn't telling me a damn thing, since they can't confirm that it is indeed me they're speaking to! So, feeling a bit powerless tonight, but since there's little else I can do, I'm going to take the phone with me, and as I go out to do the New Year's thing, keep my prayers focused and my eyes to the hopeful moon.
Thank you all, and deep peace in the New Year (keeping in mind that our's isn't the only calendar system and there's many other year out there).
"December's Bizarre Searches"
Plus, 2003's winner for the weirdest search request!
This month, things just weren't that odd, but these are the best I can do:
And the winner of 2003's most bizzare search keyphrase IS.....
"More Ten Best of 2003"
(in absolutely randomized hither-thither order)
Ten Most Influential People of 2003:
Bizzare grow your own surreal
Bizzare grow your own surreal garden flash thingy
Christiania, the spunky Danish autonomous
Christiania, the spunky Danish autonomous zone near Copenhagen, may soon be shut down after 32 years of self governance. "I built my own house here. I have two young children who are third generation Christianites. I am not going to give all that up without a struggle."
Vote for MoveOn.org's Bush in
Vote for MoveOn.org's Bush in 30 Seconds contest, where the winning video "will be televised during the week of the President's State of the Union Address this January."
Dave Barry: Between Iraq and
Dave Barry: Between Iraq and a Hard Place
It was the Year of the Troubling Question.
Dean Labels Bush 'Reckless' From
From Iraq to homeland security to public health, President Bush's "reckless" habit of placing "ideology over facts" has resulted in "the most dangerous administration in my lifetime," Democrat Howard Dean charged over the past two days.
World's Largest Snake Caught
Indonesian villagers claim to have captured a python that is 49.21 feet long and weighs nearly 1,000 pounds, a local official said Monday.
The fish that threatened national
He exclaimed that in no way, under no circumstances, was a small fish allowed to pass through security, regardless of what the ticket agents said. Mr. Supervisor was causing a grand scene, marshaling the full authority of the TSA to refuse me ... but doesn't it strike you as funny that, with all the commotion my little security threat was causing, by now engaging the full attention of the TSA at LaGuardia, that someone who posed a real threat to passenger safety might be conveniently slipping by? By this time, I was in tears. The supervisor furiously told me to dispose of the fish. Dispose of my fish?!
While we're at it, better ban them pesky almanacs, too:
The FBI is warning police nationwide to be alert for people carrying almanacs, cautioning that the popular reference books covering everything from abbreviations to weather trends could be used for terrorist planning.
And so, as alamanc readers (availible at elementary school libraries OMG!!!) and pretty fish (Osama is hiding in a pet store OMG!!) prepare to destroy the country, El Bush buries the signing of Patriot Act II Electric Bugaloo with the 'news' of Hussein's 'sudden' capture.
By signing the bill on the day of Hussein's capture, Bush effectively consigned a dramatic expansion of the USA Patriot Act to a mere footnote. Consequently, while most Americans watched as Hussein was probed for head lice, few were aware that the FBI had just obtained the power to probe their financial records, even if the feds don't suspect their involvement in crime or terrorism.
"Turned and Tossed"
I slept terribly last night. If the ocean were sleep, I'd be bobbing on it's surface like a stubborn styrofoam cup. But, the neat thing is, as I bobbed thought kept coming to me from my dreams, and I'd stumble to the computer half asleep and jot them down, and re-attempt to sleep again.
our own orb a scribe writing her novels on cosmic rays,
her pen a stream of ions,
her language would not mince words as large as worlds.
Through the indefinite nature of matter,
her poems would be absolute and strong,
through her molten passion and storm surge will,
as real as icebergs and deserts,
the gist of her message only this... beauty.
teeters on the edgeless rim of totality,
doing a furtive jig around the gaping maw
which renders from it's void utter annihilation,
and thus utter creation.
We are made of tiny flames,
the world and what we hold dear within it is on fire,
even at the touch of a frosty leaf,
or the cool sanctuary of winter rain.
Somehow, we and our playground called Earth stay together,
we are congealed for an instant from infinity
and as we endure hardship and are broken down
by circumstances sacred and profane,
we entice tiny flames to remain,
while others flee,
while yet more are attracted
by the bravery of a smile.
Centaur: How will what all end, ol' chap?
Person: This play?
Centaur: This isn't a play.
Person: Then, what is it?
Centaur: Why, merely impressions of ink on paper.
Centaur: Pshaw! Of course we exist. In this moment we are as real as anything else.
Person: I'm afraid that I'm a bit confused.
Centaur: When you start unraveling existence, all you'll get is a confusing tangle of speculative answers and largely unanswerable Big Questions. So, you're par for the course. We exist in that, right now, someone is reading this, and inside their mind they are creating from the scrap of details left by the author, a loosely constructed character. At this point in the dialogue, say, you have one voice and I have another. It all depends on how the reader imagines a Centaur, and how the reader imagines the Person. So right now, we are created in someone's mind, and when you examine closely what reality is made of, we are just as real, right now, as anything else. So enjoy it, my friend.
Person: Yet we are finite... After the person turns the page, we will fade back into the soup we came from.
Centaur: Well where exactly is the fear in that? This is exactly my point: At no point do we return to the Source, we are the Source, briefly animated in varying degrees. We are unique examples of perceptual vessels of the Infinite, we exist to perceive, to witness, to create the Universe and ultimately, as we grow our consciousness, to become the Universe and to kiss God.
Person: But that doesn't answer my question. And besides, I think you're drunk.
Centaur: I am a Centaur, after all, it's what we do (proudly). Have some and get outside the box for a while.
Person: That's a rather contemporary phrase.
Centaur: Author's discretion.
Centaur: I wish you'd have a little wine and relax. Yes, I have absolute free will, but in this special circumstance, I'm limited by the imagination of the reader and the author. Once I'm free of the constraints of this context, off the page and into the brain, so to speak, I'm utterly free.
Centaur: At your leisure...
Person: Are we, or is anything, immortal?
Centaur: I will keep this answer simple, for it is probably the best question you've asked all day. Yes, we are immortal through love. (Pause)
Person: Through love?
Centaur: Through love.
Person: (it's sinking in) It's not all that bad, actually. May I have a little more?
Centaur: Certainly, on one condition; that you not worry yourself on how it's all going to end, and just savor the experience and be right here with it, right now.
Person: I think I can pull that off. Thank you, Centaur.
Centaur: Good. I knew you could, ol' chap. You're quite welcome.
Holy Sweet Mother of Pearl,
Holy Sweet Mother of Pearl, I'm home! (598 miles, 9 1/2 hours)
"Liberation by Entropy"
Every stone in the sidewalk is slightly worn
"Ready to Leave"
I am weary and bleary from all this travel and the monotony of the homogeneity of this tired and pitted landscape. Tomorrow afternoon I turn my car to the south, and like a moonbat from this concrete Hades, I'll ride and won't stop until I'm at home in my own bed. It's been nice to see old friends and family, but I'm ready, by golly, to be in the folds of my beloved mountains, and all the reasons why I left flatland nearly eight years ago. I've got to sleep. Sweet dreams.
"Well, that was fun."
Oh boy. That club last night was kinda silly. I'm so tired this morning... I had big driving plans today but I'm going to have to curb that. Has nothing to do with any kind of hangover.
The cave temples of Mustang...
The cave temples of Mustang... [courtesy of MeFi]
I'll be going here tonight
I'll be going here tonight with my cousin and possibly a few others. When I lived in Delaware, there was hardly any gay culture to speak of, so tonight will be a new experience. Camera is going along for the ride...
"Breeze Blown Scraps of Mirror"
Everyone here is sick. My father's flu (just a little cold, he says) is converting to pneumonia, which my grandmother has as well. We just returned from the neighborhood pub for lunch... the bartender wisecracks and his patrons snap back like any red neon waystation for the weary in a dime novel. My father has also torn ligaments in his leg, and his cane was signed by the patrons in lieu of a cast. "Safety first, Ted!"
This evening, dinner with my mother, in the little roadside diner that's our traditions. Mind games and cottage cheese, hold the gravy. Being 'home' is bittersweet; I do love my partents, and in this overdeveloped and underappreciated corner of America I do feel a flood of nostalgia... but my mind is on a sort of autopilot. Without the comfortable cradle of the mountains to be my compass, I'm temporarily reorienting to old ladmarks, which go untested, and as memory glazes they become harder to trust. All but the river... the Dealware river remains an arterty within me, pumping mud and cargo out to the sea of experience.
Firing up the old IMac, I found something I wrote in Folly Beach, way back in the first week of November (I think, I should check the archives). Anyway, this old scrap of thought seems to apply to the way I'm feeling today. Not an emotion, but a process of the gut, a worldless witnessing of unfolding intuition...
"Waterwings Two," from November 2003
The surf is rough; the sky is slate and there's a chill in the air. The allure of the beach, usually reserved for sun and bliss, transforms. Now what draws me to the thin swath is the wildness, the churning, the restlessness of mother ocean… this, a windswept revelation of how much of the world's seas live, choppy, cool, and merciless. Here is letting go, here is surrender, here is the end of vulnerability. What is not rooted in the sand must return to the crucible of wave action, pulverized, dissolved to sand, which will later be sculpted by child's hands into grand fortresses for a time.
I have tossed much into the tumult and currents. Here, take this faded dream, these tears, the inert stones in my soul and break them in roaring. Return their particles in purity, let them nourish, let them become the firm under future feet. I cup the Atlantic in my hands and what I've given is returned in this moment with wind ringing in my ears and the endless breakers all the way to the end of my sight. Beauty fills voids left by giving away the pearls and grit of our soul. I stretch my arms wide and invite the ocean to come, take my footprints, and heave up something wonderful.
The breeze blown scraps of mirror, these soft shards of reflective grace, blow on and on as we walk along the paths we think we know so well. The eye cannot perceive them all. But find one, chase down these jewels, and see yourself being pulled along by the tumbling, fumbling into peace.
The 'body burden' Davis Baltz
The 'body burden'
Davis Baltz shops for organic food and otherwise tries to live as healthy as he can. So he was shocked to learn that the pollutants collecting inside his body sounded much like a Superfund cleanup site: pesticides, flame retardants and other nasty, man-made chemicals turned up in a recent test.
The Bill Hicks Bootleg archive
I consider Rev. Bill a prophet with comedian as an added bonus. I'm posing this here somewhat selfishly so I can get back to it once home in Asheville... missing those mountains already.
In just over eight and a half hours I made a journey of nearly 580 miles. One hundred years ago, it would've been myth. Now, it's commonplace. Rather amazing, rathen mundane. We live constantly on the boiling lip of a crucible, teetering ever closer toward the mystery of the ecological limits of our progress... in the grand sense, in the ecology of our minds. The world has already shown us that it's not excited about supporting our current applications of innovation.
When we will achieve the ultimate creative novelty and rediscover the wisdom bursting from our own world, the Earth within and around us?
"The Trip North"
I've changed my mind too many times... I'm on my way to Delaware tonight, should be there by about 3am. I've got books on tape and plenty of wonderful musical diversions to keep me company. I've got the ol' IMac with me so I'll be back online from the stuffy nostalgia that is my father's house. Returning to the mountains late Monday night.
Here I go.... !
This MeFi thread has several
This MeFi thread has several links to the tragic quake in Iran, possibly killing as many as 20,000. The historic city of Bam has been razed, as well as antiquities throughout the region. I'm trying to find resources regarding the rescue/relief effort.
Deep peace to all those affected by this disaster.
"Bird on the Broadband"
Today, I will finally give these old tired phone lines a rest... somewhere between 12 and 2pm, some digital angel will come over and install the cables needed for proper and uplifting broadband service.
Reenact the Yuletide suspense with
Reenact the Yuletide suspense with utter wonder's "blogvent" calendar.
For some reason I'm partial to #19. Brilliantly funny stuff.
I've spent five hours now editing the script for the new play "Check-In," that goes up at the end of March. You can 'check-in' on the progress at the play's weblog here (mostly for the other writers and actors but I'll let you have a little peek). It all takes place at an anonymous airport as a blizzard approaches...
Also been working on formatting the new book and installing MT on a friend's website. A very productive day so far!
'Kurisumasu' in Japan, courtesy
'Kurisumasu' in Japan, courtesy of MeFi.
"Star of Wonder"
The moon is a thin curve of celestial lip against an electric turquoise sky, it's waiting to say something, but shyly lingers by the horizon, a million mile wallflower slowly intoxicated by the boiling light of Venus to come out and dance. The moon, grateful for the flattery, is nonetheless slipping out the back door to a party on the other side of the world's sky. There's a hill in the distance, with an old American gothic farmhouse whose peeling whitewash and abandoned windows wait and watch as the North Carolina mountains are dressed in a transparent shroud of anticipation for the Yuletide. No tree nor wreath will cross the threshold of that house tomorrow, and I stand there transfixed with my shopping bags in hand as a kid in the van next to my car yells out beneath a woolen hat; "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" He slams the van's door and it speeds off to a jingly destiny of cheer.
I get in my car and drive past that house, looking lonlier tonight then it ever has. It looms like a gaping mouth, and soon I will shrug off my trespassing worries and surrender to the hidden memories which are drawing my curiosity. But meanwhile, there are things to do, tomorrow is Christmas, after all, and though I'm not going anywhere, I putter and do things because that's what most of America is doing right now. That busy-bee activity is infectious, whether you're anticipating flying reindeer, the virgin birth of a baby, or a day of relaxation and feasting... it's all gotta be done before midnight, or else.
I unpack cheese, cat food and sweet potatoes and look again at the setting moon and swooning Venus... brighter than most ideas, taking up a whole quadrant of sky with it's shimmer, within which molten seas of lead and rains of acid pelt a world that we'll never witness. I wonder, star of wonder, if that was the very glow that attracted the apocryphal wise men two thousand and some years ago. Right now, it hangs over the low yellow efficiency apartments to the south that many migrant families call "casero." Surely, some new and wonderful things will be born under that star tonight.
Imagine; lovers will embrace for the first time tonight, and will carry that moment, forever. In the midst of frenzied shopping, a human will make a loving and tender gesture to another, a stranger, meaningfully, and both will forget for a moment what's left on the to do list. A memory, long since dormant, will be triggered, and someone alone will be warmed by this and perhaps candle-glow. Someone who has led an unremarkable life will die a hero. A fledgling owl will fly through through the night, and will be heard gliding through the trees by someone gather kindling in the forest. A child will be born, against all odds, and for a moment the struggle and haste of life in some dingy place will be forgotten when it's noticed the child's eyes are a pure as pearls, a path to infinity. These things will happen under Venus' watch, a sphere of ardor named after the Goddess of Beauty.
As the sky darkens and this hemisphere of world turns toward expectant sleep, may we recall in our dreams that each day is a Holy Day, that each of us carries within an original spark from that original flame that has brought us all this life, no matter what it does or what we do to it, we are as connected to that rising star as we are to our hands, feet, heart and mind. The ancient light that peers through our bubble of gas, into our retina, into our soul, is older than nations, older than religions, older than even the first traces of bone and sinew as the earth awoke for the first time. That star of wonder, if we allow it, unifies us... it weaves it's flow of protons through disparate peoples, displaced doctrines and damned conundrums. The first eyes gazed upward to it, and later life migrated by it's throne on the starmap. It's a thunk on the head of certainty, if we allow it; every star is, as it beckons us to ponder the infinite from our backyard, or through the windshield of your cozy auto with the heat on and whatever jazz that juices your orchard. It asks us, wandering wise women, men, all beings, to follow it's blaze of joy to behold a miracle. That miracle may be in a manger thousands of years ago, or in the belly laugh of Buddha, the prance of the White Buffalo, or it may be the cat in your lap, purring in contentment since you went to the store and retrieved her cat food.
Low clouds have taken the little corner of sky that's turned my gaze beyond things astronomical toward things inward as a light snow starts to fall. As midnight passes, and a crystalline silence embraces a night whose holiness is shared with all time and all creation, with every second and every aeon, it's not Christmas specifically I'm celebrating... it's being here, it's life, it's that anything exists at all, and that for some odd reason, I and thou are conscious in this dance. That's the festival of lights that's lit every candle in every spiritual teaching everywhere at every time, and has been the fire under the pots of holy madmen and devout pilgrims of questioning.
I've seen life happen, human and otherwise, babies that slip from the womb into the beginning of their history, with ocean blue eyes and the faint curves of a first smile as her name is exulted in the maternity ward... a newly reborn luna moth, drying her moist, unfurled wings on a trippy tennis court at 3AM. I've seen life pass... the old jogger with the little doggie's leash still in his hand, to the sad expressions of powerless kids taking their rage out of captured swamp frogs. Those appear as beginnings and endings, but named or nameless these are merely twists in the thread of continuum, and above longevity or brevity starlight, that star, and billions of other dancers, has shone. That shine is contained within, and dims not when the within is purged to the without. Find it in the sky, or inside, and see where it's leading you... for surely, once you recognize the brilliance, you will hold up your gifts in awe, and know that a new time has come.
I think tomorrow, I will visit that old farmhouse. I'll peek in it's windows, wondering where the tree would've gone with savaged wrapping paper lying in heaps beneath, and out what door generations of excited kids ran into the December air with their new toys, while their families sipped hot cider and sang hymns to something wonderful born under a star, and seeing that glimmer in each other's eye, and in the antics of their children. Though that house is encircled by a tightening noose of stores, highways, and the gnashing of bulldozers, it has a story of it's own to tell. A valid story, like our own history, and though if the house were to talk I wouldn't understand half of it, it is made of great joy and great sorrow, all under the watchful orbit of the Universe. It is good to meet the ghosts and shadows we pass daily, and for a moment discover an intrinsic interconnection to something so vastly different from yourself, that being, the gift of being, held up before light, with hope and promise.
Happy Holy Days.
Your sky is a virtual
Your sky is a virtual planetarium program from Fourmilab. "You can produce maps in the forms described below for any time and date, viewpoint, and observing location. "
Welcome to the strange world
Welcome to the strange world of Shirley Q. Liquor, child.
Oi! I've decided to make
Oi! I've decided to make the trip to Delaware on Friday night/Saturday morning, with a slight detour to visit a friend in Ohio. Will be back on Tuesday, I suppose. I dread making these trips, but at the same time, I love 'em. I'll be bringing the IMac from last century with me so somewhat regular updates will caarry on.
Meet a future jewel of
"This is the first time opal has been found in animals," said Dr Parker, who is now at Oxford University in Britain.
Talk about blogging in extreme
Talk about blogging in extreme locations, visit the iceblog! live from Antarctica with stunning pix and warm commentary from the bottom of the world... [via MeFi]
A Myth by Alan Watts.
There was never a time when the world began, because it goes round and round like a circle, and there is no place on a circle where it begins.
Found on one of the best blogs I've stumbled into in a while... queervisions.com.
The psychedelic secrets of Santa
Most of the major elements of the modern Christmas celebration, such as Santa Claus, Christmas trees, magical reindeer and the giving of gifts, are originally based upon the traditions surrounding the harvest and consumption of... sacred mushrooms.
Dean fires back: Out of
Dean fires back: Out of the Mainstream? Hardly
The Post's Dec. 18 editorial discussing my recent foreign policy speech ["Beyond the Mainstream"] badly misrepresents both my position and the central argument in the coming election on how best to strengthen America's security.
NYTimes" href="http://www.enbanc.org/archives/000447.html">Bad Reporting on Marriage
Another blogger has responded to the ridiculous NYT article that I responded to here.
...it reports only one side of the story: No pro-gay statistics are given in the story, despite the presence of many of import in the poll itself. Second, the numbers are glossed over in favor of misleading phrases suggesting more than the numbers would support. Third, the quotes are selective and overwhelmingly anti-gay. Fourth, its use of language is poor, particularly in light of the reporters' admission that words do matter when discussing lesbian and gay equality.
5ives is a website with
5ives is a website with lists of, well, 5 things. Example:
Five great reasons to buy a Hummer™
1. You've been wanting to buy much wider groceries (but have been stymied by the timid width of your Escalade)
The Bush administration is doing
For the past three years, the Bush administration has quietly but efficiently dropped a shroud of secrecy across many critical operations of the federal government--cloaking its own affairs from scrutiny and removing from the public domain important information on health, safety, and environmental matters. The result has been a reversal of a decades-long trend of openness in government while making increasing amounts of information unavailable to the taxpayers who pay for its collection and analysis.
The loser's guide to getting
Why do some people get all the luck while others never get the breaks they deserve? A psychologist says he has discovered the answer.
"You'll just have to do"
How, just how, did we happen to happen here?
Possible evidence of media complicity
During the middle of March, 2003, tbrnews received an email from a man who claimed to be a mid-level executive with a major American television network. He stated in this, and subsequent, emails that he was in possession of “thousands” of pages of in-house memos sent from his corporate headquarters in New York City to the head of the network’s television news department. He went on to say that these memos set forth directives about what material was, and was not, to be aired on the various outlets of the network... If these memos were true, they showed with a terrible clarity that at least one part of the American mass media was strictly controlled and that the news was so doctored and spun that it might as well be official news releases from the White House and Pentagon.
Dear Editors of the New
Dear Editors of the New York Times,
Your article of December 21st concerning the poll results finding among 1,057 Americans "widespread support for an amendment to the United States Constitution to ban gay marriage" neglects one little caveat; those individuals do not speak for the nearly 300 million citizens who comprise this nation. Fifty-five per cent is far from "widespread" and in no way indicative of the pulse of civil rights in this country. I won't mince my words here; the article was a pandering shelter for gloating "moralists" rather than an objective interpretation of the numbers. Not until the final paragraph did a voice supportive of gay rights emerge, buried under verbiage of contempt and dismissal. My views of the issue do not enter into the sense of dismay I feel reading this report, which arise instead from encountering such sloppy journalism and opination of a politically sensitive subject.
Rev. Theodore "Jay" Joslin
PS: A recent internet poll conducted by conservative think tank AFA found that, as of today, over 55% of respondants supported legalizing gay marriage.
MeFi asks the question "was
MeFi asks the question "was Saddam's spiderhole photo taken in August? Why? The color of the dates!
"Writ in Galactic Spin"
I've been feeling more 'out' then ever before
It's time to go.
Kurt Gödel, a maverick mathematician,
Kurt Gödel, a maverick mathematician, is revealed to have written a proof of God. It's all [quite literally] Greek to me, wishing I had the math mind to understand something like this.
More Women Report That They're
Young women are much more likely than are older women to say they're homosexual or bisexual, a time trend not seen among men, according to an Australian study.
The surreal art of Naoto
The surreal art of Naoto Hattori
Hampton Court ghost caught
Hampton Court ghost caught on camera
The Science of Miracles
The Science of Miracles
I'd been sleeping for nearly fourteen hours, which began as a nap after feeling sick and weak. The snow hadn't started falling with the gusto the morning revealed, at about four a.m. when I awoke briefly, to come up for air. It was so quiet, a veil of hush falling across the mountain valley. That bubble of time itself seemed like a dream, and I stayed in that hypnogogic interlude until the morning alarm went off to presumably shuffle me off into awareness... I slouched back to bed as the hours lightened the windows and the falling flakes of moon.
I awoke later from the deep, paralyzed and shuddering. My vision was blurred and my speech slurred and gravel strewn. I felt the veins of my arms pumping blood, as if long dormant nerve cells turned on. Then there were hands of either side of my face... a soft, cool presence, not seen but unmistakably there. My anxiety stilled and closed my eyes. Against the black of my lids white words appeared... a question.
"Who are you?" I asked, and the words, hard to make out, disappeared. The hands changed position, and my body, blankets and all, was lifted a few inches off the bed, and nearly tilted upright. I felt the blankets bunch toward my legs, and slip off. "Who are you?" I asked again, and slowly I was lowered back into bed, my feet resting against the bookcase at the foot of my bed. Eyes closed, more questions, suggestions, which did proceed for a brief while as a volley of information too distant to recall. I do remember the entity saying, with those words, that it was "here to help."
My limbs lost their stiffness, as if liquefying, and my body struggled for a moment to remember how to be a body. I sat up, fully aware by now, with my feet pressed against the bookcase and the blankets bunched at the foot of the bed. I had a dull sensation on my cheeks, as if something strong had been there. No longer feeling weak, I grabbed a blanket and sat down by the window to watch the cardinals and titmice compete for seed at the feeder, trying to figure out of it was real, or if it was another one of those crazy lucid dreams that is so unnerving, where you encounter the strangest of possibilities, where in fact you visit yourself.
Savant art: the amazing work
Savant art: the amazing work of Richard Wawro. [via Reality Carnival]
Spooky: Goodbye sunshine Each year
Spooky: Goodbye sunshine
Each year less light reaches the surface of the Earth. No one is sure what's causing 'global dimming' - or what it means for the future. In fact most scientists have never heard of it.
Theaters of the 13th Dimension
4th Dementia: Down and Out
4th Dementia: Down and Out with Santa Claus [via Coffee Sutras]
A poll on gay marriage,
A poll on gay marriage, run by a conservatibe think-tank, is being saturated with votes from the blogging community, turning it toward a plurality in favor!
Queer Eye for the Medieval
"The Trepidous Wild"
Today was the last day at the elementary school I've been working in since August. In about two weeks, I'll wrap up the "case" I've been on since June... a child who's won some big chambers in my heart. It wasn't easy to say goodbye to the fifth grade kids, who've adopted me as a big one of their own. But this is happening as a result of a major promotion, and my feelings today are the height of bittersweetness. This poem goes out to them, who I cannot name in print, but if you listen, their songs are written on the wind. Thanks, kids...
These are the tears of blessing
9/11 Commission chair Kean: Attack
"As you read the report, you're going to have a pretty clear idea what wasn't done and what should have been done," he said. "This was not something that had to happen."
Dean Pulls Away In Dem
Former Vermont Governor Howard Dean has pulled away from the field in the Democratic Presidential nomination race: his support among Democratic primary voters nationwide has risen in the past month, and held steady after the news of Saddam Hussein's capture.
Whilst attempting to interpret the
Whilst attempting to interpret the lyrics of a popular ballad concerning one's dairy beverage luring gentlemen to a yard, and it's subsequent superior appraisal,* I wandered into this mildly addictive site:
*My milkshake, it doth to the yard convey boys, who laud it above thine, and damned rightly; I could instill knowledge in thee, but I shall append upon it a price!
Gay US generals speak out
Three retired high-ranking US military personnel have publicly declared themselves as gay in protest at the problems facing homosexuals in the armed forces.
Ivory bird displays ancient
A sculpted piece of mammoth ivory may be the earliest representation of a bird in the archaeological record.
2003 Meta Best of List
Let it Snow by David
Let it Snow by David Sedaris.
A Friend: i'm starting to grow weary of "conventional" church... i've actually started to question my own faith lately.
jaybirdjoslin: That's a powerful thing... go with the questioning, it's not a bad thing but a way for you to assess what matters the most to you... Seriously, if you can't question your faith, it's blind
A Friend: this is true
jaybirdjoslin: A man with a watch knows what time it is. A man with two watches is never sure. - Segal’s Law
A Friend: that's great!
jaybirdjoslin: Ain't it though? Y'see, conversations about faith and religion are what really get me going.... it's what really juices my mind
A Friend: i get into it, too
jaybirdjoslin: The answerlessness of it all is so fascinating
A Friend: CHURCH just wears me out, tho
jaybirdjoslin: That's how conventional religion works... it wears you out so it can, at the right magical times, fill you back up again
A Friend: and, it somehow does.
A Friend: it always seems that when I dread going to church the most is when something happens and i leave feeling oh-so-much better
jaybirdjoslin: It gets ya all gloomy over guilt and sin, and suddenly, Lent is over and it's time for pageantry and pomp, and you feel good again. CHURCH is a lot of theater
A Friend: AMEN
A Friend: that's why I refer to services as "shows"
jaybirdjoslin: But, if you look beyond the spectacle and trance inducing hoo-hah, there's still beautiful messages. But we get lost on the message and totally caught up in the delivery
A Friend: exactly!
jaybirdjoslin: That's where a 'faith community' and CHURCH differ... in a community, there's a diversity of peoples, beliefs, and methodologies on how to live in the world, and that community works together to achieve a common purpose. CHURCH operates on singular, granite-chiseled principles, leaving little room to view or interpret God differently. God didn't ordain all these fancy-shmansy rituals... people did.
jaybirdjoslin: God did give us creation, itself. And that's one heck of a ritual.
jaybirdjoslin: Did I put you to sleep?
Rumsfeld as Seinfeld [flash]
Rumsfeld as Seinfeld [flash]
How we confuse symbols and
It is no accident that modern education doesn't teach the distinction between symbol and thing -- if it did, education as we know it would fall apart. After that, after education reshaped itself to provide actual knowledge instead of the symbolic representation of knowledge, the society around us would be transformed.
[via abuddha's memes]
I can't tell if this
I can't tell if this is for real of not... [via MeFi]
Head injuries in nursery rhymes: evidence of a dangerous subtext in children's literature.
In the case of Humpty Dumpty, we question whether "all the king's horses and all the king's men" were capable of launching an appropriate medical intervention after Mr. Dumpty's unfortunate accident. What sort of EMS training and equipment did these first responders have? Although the accompanying saddlebags might have contained a cervical collar, it is unlikely that a spinal board would have been available, seriously compromising spinal management. The presence of "all the king's men" also suggests a shocking lack of crowd control. Could the crowded scene explain the inability of the responders to "put Humpty together again"? Should this attempt even have been made, given the circumstances? Might a "snatch and run" by real EMS personnel have saved the victim?
10 rather interesting aircraft designs.
10 rather interesting aircraft designs.
He beckons at the periphery of my eyesight;
Dean's new papaer of domestic
...we must not choose unilateral action as our weapon of first resort. Leaders of the current administration seem to believe that nothing can be gained from working with nations that have stood by our side as allies for generations. They are wrong, and they are leading America in a radical and dangerous direction. We need to get back on the right path.
Panspermia! Inter-world life transport argued
Astronomers may have shown how microbes from Earth could be spread throughout the galaxy taking life to other worlds.
Dean tells San Francisco crowd
Standing by the anti-war message that helped vault him to front-runner status among Democratic presidential candidates, former Vermont Gov. Howard Dean said Sunday night that the capture of Saddam Hussein has not changed his views about the conflict in Iraq.
Here's his statement from Blog for America.
Thought of the Day
To grapple with creation, without intent, is to engage cacophony,
Metafilter's tilt-a-whirl thread on the
Metafilter's tilt-a-whirl thread on the capture of Saddam/Moses/Grizzly Adams is a good read and frankly the best way to digest this morning's news/bravado fest.
Dean gains endorsements in the
Yesterday, I attended a sweat lodge, my first one in six years. It was very moving, and I left with a great sense of balance. The poem below is inspired from some of the prayers in the lodge.
Heave up from the belly of the Earth
Off to do a sweat lodge with my pal, the wild one Jackie B.
In the name of God
In the name of God By Shirin Ebadi, Nobel Peace Prize Winner.
I believe, we should not only look at the empty part of a glass and complain but also look at the filled part. We should be thankful for the filled part. If we have this observation, then we realize that we can fill the empty part.
Bit of a problem with
More than 10 people face arrest on suspicion of confining a restaurant employee whose right arm was found in a secluded area of Okutama, western Tokyo, in October, police said Tuesday.
Whale nursery discovered in Chile
Scientists have made the extraordinary discovery in Chile of a hidden nursery where blue whales go in large numbers to rear their young and to feed.
Ghostly Sand Dunes Pass Right
According to a report published today in the journal Nature, so-called barchan sand dunes, which are crescent-shaped and highly mobile, can pass through one another while still maintaining their shape.
Now that's poetry.
Weebl and Bob Just do
Just do it. [flash]
Haiti protests marred by violence
Thousands of people protested in Haiti on Thursday in one of the largest anti-government demonstrations in years.
Uranium bug has power potential
US scientists have decoded and analysed the genome of a bacterium which could help clear up radioactive waste and possibly even generate electricity. Buggy.
A Baghdad Thanksgiving's Lingering Aftertaste
More lurid behind the scenes details on Bush's money-wasting 10000 mile PR stunt in Iraq.
Yet more wartime 'whoops' in
Hundreds of civilian deaths in the US-led invasion of Iraq could have been prevented, says Human Rights Watch.
The US military in Afghanistan has revealed that six children died in a raid on suspected militants in the eastern province of Paktia last week.
Our fearless leader said something
Our fearless leader said something yesterday that should have set media outlets on fire, but instead, they whimpered away from the story with their tail between their knobby kneed legs. Apparently omitted from all the soundbites and press clippings, while discussing the contract row between US, France and Germany (which is in violation of Bush's beloved WTO accords) he said this:
"International law? I better call my lawyer. I don't know what you're talking about, about international law,"
Big news: I've been offered a major promotion worth an extra [the concept boggles me] 10k a year plus new sweetheart bennies. It's not entirely official yet, as there are minor hoops to easily jump through, but given a night to sleep on it I accepted within hours.
What's very hard to grok right now is concluding working with a child that's been very abused, and the work I've done with him. He's progressed far and I'm quite proud, beaming, and hopefully I'll continue working with him once a week in a "big brother" capacity. He's my little buddha, and if the kid ever needed a real guardian I'd swoop down in a heartbeat. I dread the day of telling him we won't be working together in the same way anymore [sniff].
That said, it's time for me to pick him up and take him to the Xmas play at his school.
Iranian bloggers rally against censorship
Iranian internet users have been venting their frustration at online censorship on a website devoted to the UN's digital summit in Geneva.
Super cool squirrels! "We believe
Super cool squirrels! "We believe that a ground squirrel, when it goes into hibernation, produces chemical messengers that are released from the brain that direct the slowing down of the metabolism... If we were able to synthesize the same chemical compounds and make them available in an injection, it could be administered to induce a hibernation-like state in humans."
And they're cute, too.
High Payments to Halliburton for
The United States government is paying the Halliburton Company an average of $2.64 a gallon to import gasoline and other fuel to Iraq from Kuwait, more than twice what others are paying to truck in Kuwaiti fuel, government documents show.
Mr. Bush's Kowtow Yesterday President
Yesterday President Bush essentially placed the United States on the side of the dictators who promise war, rather than the democrats whose threat is a ballot box. His gift to visiting Chinese Premier Wen Jiabao was to condemn "the comments and actions made by the leader of Taiwan" while ignoring the sanguinary rhetoric of the man standing next to him.
Poor People Pretty Much Fucked
According to the results of an intensive two-year study, Americans living below the poverty line are "pretty much fucked," Center for Social and Economic Research executive director Jameson Park announced Monday.
Kamat's Potpourri: How I Sent
On the ninth day (nine days symbolizing the nine months of gestation before human birth), I tonsured my head in sacrifice, and began my duty (known as kriya) to send father's soul to heaven. I bathed in a waterfall, and performed the worship of the sun facing to the East.
Cheney's canned hunt, more here.
"This wasn't a hunting ground. It was an open-air abattoir, and the vice president should be ashamed to have patronized this operation and then slaughtered so many animals," states Wayne Pacelle, a senior vice president of The Humane Society of the United States. "If the Vice President and his friends wanted to sharpen their shooting skills, they could have shot skeet or clay, not resorted to the slaughter of more than 400 creatures planted right in front of them as animated targets."
Scientists freeze beam of light
Physicists say they have brought light to a complete halt for a fraction of a second and then sent it on its way.
'We can implant entirely false
You were abducted by aliens, you saw Bugs Bunny at Disneyland, and then you went up in a balloon. Didn't you?
Pardon me: Galactic impact makes
Pardon me: Galactic impact makes black holes
Astronomers have seen a trail of black holes scattered across space formed by a titanic collision between galaxies. They were detected in the NGC 4261elliptical galaxy observed by the orbiting Chandra X-ray telescope.
I've always thought that our
I've always thought that our policy toward China and Taiwan was utterly hypocritical, especially with all our gushing, guts anhd glory defence of democracy. Just goes to show that money talks loudest in this administravion: Taiwan presses on despite Sino-American bullying
Taiwan President Chen Shui-bian says he won't be swayed from plans to hold a controversial referendum on China's missile threat despite a stinging rebuke from the U.S. president.
"Short Story: The Spell"
His day... that is, the day of the old cretin, the maniac, the ancient paper-skinned recluse, was listless and pointless. He did not leave the house. He rarely ever did. Instead, he refilled the pepper grinder, played games with his tired cats, tried to fix the toilet, read two chapters of an erotic novel, made a pot of chai which he never got around to drinking, organized his pens by color and ink type, and tried, to no avail, to sleep. That is just my assumption, mind you, but I have it on good authority to be true. I'm demonstrably not mad. Yet my commerce is words, print, which in this day and age to communicate as such is daft, I hear. I do it nonetheless. I've recorded this story as an epistle to the general time of life that spawned my thusfar fair efforts.
The hours passed by the window as a washed-out picture-show of unrealized possibilities. The clouds that yawned through the slumbering branches existed solely as potentials; he watched, but was unaffected by the shapes and tendrils that ran by, kissing the blue of mid-afternoon. Newspapers covered the floor, and he tried to walk around the house by stepping only on certain letters. He did not know why. It’s just what he did all day, that Tuesday, which might be yesterday or tomorrow for all I know. I suppose these were word games, or maybe he was trying to spell something.
As his neighbor, by circumstance mind you and not by choice, it was I that brought him his letters. He always accepted it, kindly, said that I was prettier today than before, and promptly burned the unopened envelopes to ashes in his oven. I know this because I watched him, secretly, as his habits intrigued me. It’s not the custom of a woman of my class to spy upon urban hermits, but his gnarled knuckles and words compelled me. I think this man, whom I shall not name to preserve the scraps of dignity that remain attached to his history, noticed me. Perhaps he even welcomed my intrusions. I believe this to be the case because I was the only person that acknowledged him. Every Earth needs a moon to orbit it. You might say, “what about the letters?” Those letters were always from the same sender, in the same handwriting, from the same address; his own. You may even question my sanity when I tell you this, but I believe that on the day he left this oft troubling world, in that dank place where he tiptoed upon yellowed and torn papers of distant news, he burned no letters. I found the envelope that I’d delivered that morning of the floor, atop the trodden newspapers. In it was a letter; it read, ‘hello.’
Chilling and spooky: Jean-Paul Sartre's
Chilling and spooky: Jean-Paul Sartre's The Wall
Gadgets for God: The 12
Humanity will survive information deluge,
There are many who are genuinely alarmed by the immense amount of information available to us through the Internet, television and other media. To them, I can offer little consolation other than to suggest that they put themselves in the place of their ancestors at the time the printing press was invented. ‘My God,’ they cried, ‘now there could be as many as a thousand books. How will we ever read them all?’
Humans 'could survive Mars visit'
Scientists say measurements taken by the US space agency's Mars Odyssey craft prove that a human mission could survive on the Martian surface.
Blood=Alcohol Put The Key In
At 2.0, it's just impossible. Mostly due to the fact that by that point, one would certainly be working on dying instead of opening doors with a skelaton key. [flash] via MeFi
"31 and a Day"
Oh, there's such a beautiful full/fool moon tonight! Yesterday was such a wonderful birthday. Thanks, all, who contributed to a great day. Much laughter and love right back to those who gave it so freely on my 31st. I took off work today to continue the little holiday of self-reflection and assessment of all the goodness that moves through my life despite the occasional obstacles of crap and confusion.
To be alive remains and shall thrive on as a staggeringly fortunate thing. For this brief tour of existance on this, my 31st year, I thank and honor with tickles and little kisses all those responsible. To be here, and experience this, is the ultimate birthday present.
Gore to Endorse Dean Former
Former vice president Al Gore plans to endorse Howard Dean for president Tuesday, according to Democratic sources, giving the insurgent candidate the kind of establishment backing his campaign has been lacking.
The Hello World Project
Another 'whoops:' Afghan villagers shattered
Another 'whoops:' Afghan villagers shattered by attack
This village nestled in jagged mountains, in a remote area of the Pashtun heartland, will never quite be the same again, but the pain this attack has caused is being felt across the country, particularly by other Pashtuns.
The Dean Connection Part of
Part of Dean's appeal is that he behaves in recognizably human ways. He talks with real emotion and seems to respond to events (if sometimes poorly) as they come. In this election season, Dean's responsive, even angry, voice has had political resonance. Many Dean supporters objected not just to the war in Iraq itself, but also to the Bush administration's failure to even maintain the appearance of listening to the massive protests and U.N. resolutions. By contrast, responsiveness is the essential sound of the Dean campaign. It is embodied not only in Dean himself, but also in the blog, which creates the impression of a constant dialogue between supporters and campaign staff, and in the organizing on the ground.
The Six Beer Theory
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?From
What is The Meatrix?
What is The Meatrix?
The words speak for themselves:
The words speak for themselves:
Egg Shell Carving.
December 7 in history. I'm
December 7 in history. I'm getting old enough to remember what seems like centuries of December 7ths. :)
Arkansas lake octopus!
Desgn your very own (!)
Desgn your very own (!) snowflake with Make-a-Flake
The confluence of days
Taking Humor Seriously via life
Taking Humor Seriously via life in the present
Analyzing humor is a bit like studying a flower-covered banana bike by peeling off its pedals. Before you know it, you've forgotten how to ride it.
This is the 1,000th "official" post to birdonthemoon.com. Huzzah!
French 'love' artist discovered France
France has solved the mystery of the graffiti artist who has been covering the walls of its capital city with the word Amour, or Love, for months.
Legends of Maneki Neko via
Legends of Maneki Neko via MeFi
This is good: The infinite
This is good:
Seldom Asked Questions about Japan.
Seldom Asked Questions about Japan. I could read this all day.
The heart has chambers for a reason;
Try this and see whatcha
Try this and see whatcha get:
Ivins endorses Dean No one
No one has been waiting with bated breath for me to make up my mind about the Democratic presidential candidates, but I have, and you might be interested in how I got there. I'm for Howard Dean -- because he's going to win.
Smoke Kills [hysterical flash, possibly
Smoke Kills [hysterical flash, possibly NSFW in a few tiny parts]
Ancient fossil penis discovered Hey,
Hey, guy: Scientists have identified the oldest male fossil animal yet discovered. It is an ocean-dwelling creature from 425-million-year-old rocks in the UK.
Dang! Tonight's show was as
Dang! Tonight's show was as smooth as it could be, minus a few minor backstage glitches, and was so powerful that I began to cry in the last scene (where my character, a developmentally disabled adult, says goodbye to the spirit that possessed him). There are moment of vacuous silence from the audience (we were nearly at capacity tonight--- not bad for a snow day) where I've realized that people's comfort zone is being poked and prodded. This is a good thing. To see a 'different' person on stage stretches most folks' safety net of stimuli. Let alone the retarded person becoming someone else mid-stream. It's a nerve wracking thing for me to do, but it most be done, and frankly whether I'm playing Mickey or the spirit that overtakes him, I get so lost in the role that I forget exactly what's going on, and suddenly there's a flow to go with.
Alright, I'm writing this after consuming several pints of honorary beer. This is not just a stream of consciousness, it's a bloody torrent. The show wraps tomorrow to a much fuller house (we had weather issues). It will be a bittersweet parting, that script and I, but my part will stick with, through all my days.
"Greetings" opens tonight, despite
"Greetings" opens tonight, despite the snow and hoo-hah outside. We've been rehearsing this forever, and it's exciting to think that it's almost time to make this sweet dream of a play lucid and realized. Pictured are Jen Worthen, Bill Nagjer, Frank Marshall and Yours Truly, blocking a wonderful Deb Morrow.
A child I work with says that snow is “stuff from the moon.” He wishes it would snow inside his school, so he could slide to class.
The temperature has warmed, and the melt slides off the roof in steady rhythm. As I lie in bed lost in an icy trance, the drops form the essence of words as they leave the icicle tongues and make poetry with wintry mud. The birds have rediscovered the feeder, and they’re working their way through the white to get at the seeds. Everything else is covered, they are dependant upon this human-avian gesture of goodwill. As am I; I need the flicker of their nimble wings, to trace their loops and branch-hops with my homebound eyes to rekindle within the dim knowledge of the natural freedom this life provides, occulted by our pale addictions and assumed necessities that will get us through.
A sparrow has all she needs to get through the ice; a beak and a moment’s recognition of task. This body, this mind, likewise has all it needs to survive, but unlike the birds, it trips over itself in clumsy questioning and desperate quests for antidotes from boredom and soul wrenching encounters with finality, totality and the annihilation of form. The sparrow, or warbler, or cardinal is concerned with neither. Her only domain is right now… the birdfeeder, the branch on this Norwegian Spruce, and the crouching cat under the porch.
Largely, it succeeds, unless the cat lands her and drops her at my slippered feet as a tribute. I remember my very first cat, Ambush, catching a bird when I was very young. I asked my father why the bird was trying to sing as Ambush sunk her jaws, laden with ancestral information, into the bird’s breast. “It’s praying,” he said. Perhaps it was we who were praying.
For me to endure this very hour, to make footprints in moonstuff, I need layer upon layer of protection. That is a small sacrifice to be present in this world of high-pressure systems and forecasts that beg you to stay in your homes. Gladly, I will go forward bundled and bulky, the best adaptation I can manage. To break through the ice, however, I require more. I require the wisdom that whispers, “there is something very useful on the other side.” I seek out the patience that endows me with the ability to peck through the now to the kernels of destiny that will sustain when the world is written with frigid images and frozen concepts. The tenacity of the winter bird leads to the speckle of the spring sky with sun-gilded feathers chirping toward even fuller realization.
Hard to say to a human, “don’t give up,” when the contents of their world are scattered by unforeseen storms and circumstances that blow through the calendar like violent, rage-filled dances. Hard to sat that “you truly do have everything, and I mean everything you need,” when the metaphorical ice-chipping beak is unseen by the strength of their doubt, and thus, the concealed seed. Perhaps, it’s easier to find the answers that pester and obscure our meager days on this slick orb of space rock by birdwatching, or catching single snowflakes as they fall, from cloud or moon or from that chronicler of now that beats within, that connect us through veins and visions to that world of ice and seed that waits on the other side of your door.
Let's slide on down to class...
Great Posts in the Blogosphere
Another Bush stunt unravels: The
Another Bush stunt unravels:
It just piles higher and higher, doesn't it? Link includes more myths about the costly PR poll prodding smile fest.
Powers Of 10 View the
View the Milky Way at 10 million light years from the Earth. Then move through space towards the Earth in successive orders of magnitude until you reach a tall oak tree just outside the buildings of the National High Magnetic Field Laboratory in Tallahassee, Florida. After that, begin to move from the actual size of a leaf into a microscopic world that reveals leaf cell walls, the cell nucleus, chromatin, DNA and finally, into the subatomic universe of electrons and protons.
This link and the previous via TechnoShamanic
The Heliodisplay An uber-neato gadget
An uber-neato gadget projecting interactive images into thin air (apparently not a hologram).
131 years ago today, the
131 years ago today, the Mary Celeste, an American ship bound for Genoa, was found adrift in the Atlantic. Thus began of one of the most well known and loved of maritime mysteries, with numerous possible solutions offered.
Dean for America: Common Sense
Over two hundred years ago, Thomas Paine wrote a pamphlet that would light the fire that forged our nation. He called it “Common Sense.” Passed from hand to hand, patriot to patriot, it was a call to action for those Americans who believed their government had to change. It spelled out the values of a new republic. And King George III—who had forgotten his own people in favor of special interests—was replaced by a government of, by and for the people. America was born.
Tonight is dress rehearsal. There
Tonight is dress rehearsal. There is impending snow, so there is rife speculation about tomorrow's opening. I'll post pics, and please keep fingers crossed.
Prime position for large number
A student has used his computer to find the largest prime number discovered so far.
Guess Who Wants to Be
As a campaign slogan, it leaves something to be desired: "Why the hell not?" But Kinky Friedman, the irreverent Texas author, songwriter and salsa maker, and self-described "Gandhi-like figure" at the animal rescue ranch he runs here in the Hill Country west of San Antonio, says the message could propel him into the governor's mansion in Austin.
The Future of Space Exploration
How bizarre. As much as I detest the current squatter admisitration, I must admire their talk of remewing the space program with bolder ventures. George and Co. make me ill on many levels, but it's time we got back up there.
Australia life-line for Barrier Reef
The Australian Government has submitted a plan to parliament to make the Great Barrier Reef the most protected coral reef system in the world.
Fresh legal row over Guantanamo
Military lawyers appointed to defend alleged terrorists being held by the US at Guantanamo Bay have expressed growing unease, according to reports.
Excellent Beeb article on Mauritania.
Excellent Beeb article on Mauritania.
Cat Knows Math in
Play with your DNA [flash]
Neanderthal 'face' found in Loire
The play is now in
The play is now in production week, so posting will be light. The next play is in pre=production, but it's level of time-consumption will grow rapidly.
Rum remark wins Rumsfeld an
"Reports that say that something hasn't happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns - the ones we don't know we don't know."
Tiny but Trusted Inner Circle
As inner circles go, Dean's is not only small, it is relatively new -- the principal figures behind his presidential bid have been working together for less than a year. What is remarkable is who is out as much as who is in: Absent are many seasoned Washington veterans, close friends or even his wife, Judith Steinberg Dean, who has played virtually no role in his campaign.
World Aids Day sets HIV
Global health chiefs are to spell out plans to ensure three million people with HIV get the drugs they need by the end of 2005.
'Microbeam' makes cancer cells
A futuristic "microbeam" that zaps individual cancer cells with a stream of particles could revolutionise radiotherapy, scientists say.
Scientists create 'perfect' toast
Today is World AIDS Day
Today is World AIDS Day
Five people worldwide die of AIDS every minute of every day. HIV has hit every corner of the globe, infecting more than 42 million men, women and children, 5 million of them last year alone.
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Keep it even,
"Not all who wander
You contain everything
Everything contains you
If you desire the Infinite,
look no further than the window.
Ten Considerations for Being Well n this Goofy Universe
0. If you find yourself
wonderstruck, don’t forget to return the favor. 1. Always be of service to
the whole and the Holy. You’ll find that the Holy will reciprocate by being
of service to your becoming Whole. 2. You will be called upon
to use your mind and your vision in ways I cannot possibly glimpse. Never
turn down an offer to shine that light so uniquely yours to help others in
their darkness, and you’ll find that when it’s your turn to be in the night
that there’ll be someone along the way who happens to have a little glow to
share . 3. The rewards of being
true to yourself are infinite, even when outwardly your efforts are met
with nothing. 4. You’ll also see that
knowledge and wisdom will come from within yourself through your own
struggle and curiosity... your loved ones may guide you to insight, but
yours is the power to choose it. 5. You’ll find that some of
your choices could’ve been better, or at times were downright stupid. That’s
okay... I have a closet full of reckless decisions, but without making them
I wouldn’t have the slightest idea of what a good one might feel like if I
tried it on. 6. Your growth will be a
mysterious, comic, ecstatic and sometimes scary ride, and I pray that you
strive to savor each minute of it, even the most difficult or embarrassing
minutes. Don’t count on second chances. 7. In those times when
everything collapses around you, and what’s left won’t go right, don’t
forget your chances of being alive in this solar system, in this galaxy, are
a little on the slim side. So slim in fact that it could be called a miracle
to breathe this air, drink this water, and have whet ever predicament you’re
having no matter how you shake, rattle and roll it. So go with the cosmic
flow and always choose something over nothing, while remembering that
there’s a little of each one hidden in both. 8. Respond as best as you
can with love to adversity rather than reacting with fear... Love, in any
situation and being the primordial source and essence of ALL THIS STUFF,
leaves / enters us with the most possible ways out / in. 9. Whatever you’re doing,
celebrate the process of doing as much, if not more, than what you’ve got
when you’re done. Magic lives in the action. 9 ½ . All matter is energy.
All energy is infinite. We are but raindrops falling to the ocean, a short
time in this shape until we’re reunited with the expanse from which we came.
Your delicate yet sturdy, resilient body is a temporary shelter of energy
that has swam the universe eternally and will continue eternally. You are a
sudden crystallization of the infinite. One must ask themself, therefore,
why be bored? 9 3/4 . Choosing to live in
the moment is courageous but becomes effortless once you begin...feeling
obligated to survive in the past or future is dangerous and is difficult to
continue. It’s one of the few risks I’d recommend not taking, right up there
with trusting icons and shrugging off coincidences. 10. The Universe itself it
not confusing, we humans just like it that way. Do frogs seem bewildered ,
butterflies befuddled and amoebas addled? Nope, just us, my child. So,
whenever things just don’t make sense, just take a deep breath and laugh as
best you can, because that’s what you get for choosing this goofy,
unpredictable place called Earth to embody yourself upon.
0. If you find yourself wonderstruck, don’t forget to return the favor.
1. Always be of service to the whole and the Holy. You’ll find that the Holy will reciprocate by being of service to your becoming Whole.
2. You will be called upon to use your mind and your vision in ways I cannot possibly glimpse. Never turn down an offer to shine that light so uniquely yours to help others in their darkness, and you’ll find that when it’s your turn to be in the night that there’ll be someone along the way who happens to have a little glow to share .
3. The rewards of being true to yourself are infinite, even when outwardly your efforts are met with nothing.
4. You’ll also see that knowledge and wisdom will come from within yourself through your own struggle and curiosity... your loved ones may guide you to insight, but yours is the power to choose it.
5. You’ll find that some of your choices could’ve been better, or at times were downright stupid. That’s okay... I have a closet full of reckless decisions, but without making them I wouldn’t have the slightest idea of what a good one might feel like if I tried it on.
6. Your growth will be a mysterious, comic, ecstatic and sometimes scary ride, and I pray that you strive to savor each minute of it, even the most difficult or embarrassing minutes. Don’t count on second chances.
7. In those times when everything collapses around you, and what’s left won’t go right, don’t forget your chances of being alive in this solar system, in this galaxy, are a little on the slim side. So slim in fact that it could be called a miracle to breathe this air, drink this water, and have whet ever predicament you’re having no matter how you shake, rattle and roll it. So go with the cosmic flow and always choose something over nothing, while remembering that there’s a little of each one hidden in both.
8. Respond as best as you can with love to adversity rather than reacting with fear... Love, in any situation and being the primordial source and essence of ALL THIS STUFF, leaves / enters us with the most possible ways out / in.
9. Whatever you’re doing, celebrate the process of doing as much, if not more, than what you’ve got when you’re done. Magic lives in the action.
9 ½ . All matter is energy. All energy is infinite. We are but raindrops falling to the ocean, a short time in this shape until we’re reunited with the expanse from which we came. Your delicate yet sturdy, resilient body is a temporary shelter of energy that has swam the universe eternally and will continue eternally. You are a sudden crystallization of the infinite. One must ask themself, therefore, why be bored?
9 3/4 . Choosing to live in the moment is courageous but becomes effortless once you begin...feeling obligated to survive in the past or future is dangerous and is difficult to continue. It’s one of the few risks I’d recommend not taking, right up there with trusting icons and shrugging off coincidences.
10. The Universe itself it not confusing, we humans just like it that way. Do frogs seem bewildered , butterflies befuddled and amoebas addled? Nope, just us, my child. So, whenever things just don’t make sense, just take a deep breath and laugh as best you can, because that’s what you get for choosing this goofy, unpredictable place called Earth to embody yourself upon.