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{ Saturday, 31 January, 2004 }

My God Is Your God

My God Is Your God

Sunday is one of the most important holidays in Islam: Id al-Adha, the feast celebrating Abraham's faith and willingness to sacrifice his son to God. It would also be a good occasion for the American news media to dispense with Allah and commit themselves to God. Here's what I mean: Abraham, the ur-monotheist, represents the shared history, and shared God, of Judaism, Christianity and Islam. Many Christians and Jews are aware of this common past, but seem to have a tough time internalizing it.

jaybird found this for you @ 19:02 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



Lemon Curry? No, excuse me

Lemon Curry? No, excuse me I meant Pickled dragon.

jaybird found this for you @ 18:41 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



Not much blogging today due

Not much blogging today due to this 'interrim' computer the repairman is letting me use to back up my files. It's a ridiculous situation.

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



"January's Weird Searches"

In keeping with bird on the moon dot com tradition, and today being the end of the month, it's time to open the logs and have a peek at that which ye web pilgrims seek.

But first, in other rather exciting business, this website turns 1 year old on Monday! It's still teething and occasionally puking it's pablum, but it's been very successful. So, in celebration, on Monday we'll be launching QUEERMETA.COM, a group weblog for GLBT issues and discussion worldwide. It's been a mild nightmare designing the thing, but I think it will do well.

Now, let's search...

  • First, the monthly googlewhack: unraveler or sanguineobilious or cylindrella or binomenclature or stevensoniana
  • Something I've never wondered about, but nonetheless interesting: dreams of ostritches
  • Couldn't possibly be thinking of me: gayest man alive*
  • The Feng Shui / Spelling prize goes to: kepping the kitchen clear
  • The next Olympic sport: toe wrestling
  • I just don't know: walking with caveman toy s
  • At a loss for words, but not mental images: snake charmers pics nude men
  • The Seventh Grade Text Message Poem of the Year Award goes to: there r things we cannot measure like depth of waves in da sea n da height of starts in heaven n da joy u bring 2me.like eternity lay endlessness n da sunsets golden hue there is no way 2measure da love i hve 4u.
  • Nothing else better to do: rolling in baked beans in bikinis
  • BOO!: frightening ghost pics that will scare the pants off me
  • Is it, now?: justice is rolling around in a dark corner by your feet plato
  • Bird Killer on the Moon: colonel sanders on the moon
  • It could happen to anyone, really: women sink in the mud
    And finally...
  • Sorry: i cry. you do nothing at work.

    *Posted to Disturbing Search Requests

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:29 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Recent photos from the Hajj.

    Recent photos from the Hajj. More about the Hajj: 1, 2. 3.

    jaybird found this for you @ 00:25 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    { Friday, 30 January, 2004 }

    Bush wants 'facts' on Iraqi

    Bush wants 'facts' on Iraqi WMD.

    US President George W Bush has said he wants to "know the facts" about Iraq's alleged weapons of mass destruction.

    Funny, I thought he already *had* them. Isn't that the alleged reason why we went to war? Looks like you could use a little yoga to loosen you up, Georgie boy, as you reach out to insert your smelly foot into your gaping mouth. Bon appetit.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:55 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Nice: Nasa to rethink Hubble

    Nice: Nasa to rethink Hubble decision

    Nasa chief Sean O'Keefe, responding to criticism, has agreed to reconsider his decision to abandon the successful Hubble Space Telescope.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:59 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Paying tribute to the Apollo,

    Paying tribute to the Apollo, Challenger, Columbia astronauts

    With the first anniversary of the Columbia space shuttle accident just a few days away, NASA employees throughout the United States paused to remember the 17 astronauts who lost their lives over the years “because we failed”.... The Apollo 1 spacecraft fire on the launch pad happened on January 27, 1967. The Challenger launch explosion was on January 28, 1986. The Columbia disintegration during re-entry happened on February 1, 2003, killing seven astronauts.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:45 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Earth's core 'simpler than thought'

    Earth's core 'simpler than thought'

    Scientists working on efforts to understand the Earth's centre have made a surprising discovery: the iron core is actually much simpler than they had assumed.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:23 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Thursday, 29 January, 2004 }

    "The Prognosis"

    After well over a year of dealing with the world's worst and most abusive computer repair shop, I'm about to be finally done with them. Some of you know that the cranky gent built me my now-defunct love baby over a year ago, which suffers fatal flaws about every three months. Now, he says that the computer has finally won, and he's done with it. He doesn't ever want to waqste his time with it again, which he informs could be better spent by 'harassing blondes." He's going to back up my data and refund my $500. So, today I went out computer shopping in search of the biggest bang for my buck.

    Those out there deeper enmeshed in geekery than I: here's what I found and will likely get tomorrow or over the weekend. Any advice on the model or specs, please advise:

    Emachines 2.8G Athlon XP, 120G HD, 512MB RAM, DVD-RW, Intel Graphics Accelerator for $530. Is this a good deal (I think so, but not sure)? Has this company improved it's reputation? It's an "open box" special...

    Meanwhile, I'm eternally grateful to have this cute little IMac from the last century as a back up and interrim life support system. Slow, but soooo cute and inoffensive.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:11 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Rwanda's song of reconciliation Ten

    Rwanda's song of reconciliation

    Ten years on from the genocide in Rwanda which claimed the lives of some 800,000 people, the government is embarking on an ambitious programme to consign the labels of Tutsi and Hutu to history.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:34 in | | permalink



    Nearly 2000 years ago a

    Nearly 2000 years ago a young Roman soldier wrote home, asking his father's permission to marry his girlfriend. In another letter, he asks for boots and socks to keep his feet warm during a cold winter.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:57 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    Funny ha-ha: Bush campaign pledges

    Funny ha-ha: Bush campaign pledges to restore honor and dignity to the White House.

    "After years of false statements and empty promises, it's time for big changes in Washington," Bush said. "We need a president who will finally stand up and fight against the lies and corruption. It's time to renew the faith the people once had in the White House. If elected, I pledge to usher in a new era of integrity inside the Oval Office."

    You do know this is satire, right?

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:36 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    "Psychological Inventory"

    Yesterday, I was summoned to and staggered through a very diffucult meeting. The following is a psychological self-test to grade my emotional reactions. Of course, it's terribly complex, and relies upon the use of Jungian archetyping and deep symbol systems.

    1. What best symbolizes my present level of clarity about the situation?
    a) Buzz Aldrin playing moon-golf.
    b) A color-blind juror at the Martha Stewart (tm) trial.
    c) Moon gazing with a bottle of Chianti.
    d) Underwater coed naked karaoke, dude.
    e) a potato.

    c: You are not entirely clear and are taking measures to detatch yourself from the situation.

    2. What best desribes your personal level of justification in the situation and your emotional validation?

    a) You are loved world wide, just like Alex Trebek, host of TV's Jeopardy.
    b) The feeling of borrowing a friend's SUV for a few minutes and driving around looking at all the 'little people.'
    c) The upcoming knighthood of Bill Gates.
    d) Invading a country on rumors of a banned BB gun. Whoops, our bad.
    e) Bulldozing a trailer park to make way for the new Super Wal-Mart.

    b: You feel very self-confident, if cocky, but the sense of overall victory is fleeting. What lies ahead is how others react to you.

    3. What best describes your overall feelings of negativity and resentment concerning the situation?

    a) A stubbed toe.
    b) Ketchup all over your favorite club hopper shirt.
    c) Strapped down to watch endless loops of Family Feud in a vicious Pavlovian psych experiment.
    d) Being totally naked in a darkened room full of mousetraps.
    e) Being totally covered in cheese in a room covered with mice.

    c: You do feel overt negativity and resentment about the situation, but you're totally resigned to it. There's nothing you can do but settle in.

    4. What best describes your current level of enthusiasm about the future unfolding of the situation?

    a) My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
    b) You're in K-Mart and that cordless iron you've always been wanting is finally a blue light special.
    c) You're in a parking lot.
    d) The parking lot in question is for the Civic Center and today is the Gun Show.
    e) You're a moth, fluttering gaily to that purple light that makes little spitting noises.

    c: You're mildly ambivalent but will try to somehow make the best of a relatively boring situation.

    5. What best describes your feelings of overall personal satisfaction about the outcome of the situation?

    a) Hot oil massage, chocolates, kittens and cuddling.
    b) Pink champagne and a Pop-Tart.
    c) An honorable mention in the Tar Lake Evangelical Free Will Pentecostal Tabernacle of Holiness third annual Non-Satan October 31st dress-up day contest.
    d) Oily sheets, chocolate farts and kitten poop.
    e) Would you like fries with that?

    c: A temporary sense of elevation if you look at the situation on a microcosmic level, but the further you examine it, the more you realize it's all just hooey.

    Overall score: 3.2. You feel just slightly more than absolutely nothing as a result of the meeting. You're somewhat vindicated but just don't care.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:10 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 28 January, 2004 }

    Scientists Create New Form of

    Scientists Create New Form of Matter: A Fermionic Condensate

    Physicists hope that further research with such condensates eventually will help unlock the mysteries of high-temperature superconductivity, a phenomenon with the potential to improve energy efficiency dramatically across a broad range of applications.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:11 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Getting closer to confirming water

    Getting closer to confirming water on Mars.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:07 in | | permalink



    Harmonia Macrocosmica, a seventeenth century

    Harmonia Macrocosmica, a seventeenth century "atlas of the heavens" with all of the original images, via plep.

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:58 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    Utterly bizarre dream, not a

    Utterly bizarre dream, not a bad commercial venture [if weird]:

    I started a company called Mugshots, Inc., wherein we'd print on a mug (and soon, T-shirts!) the mugshot of a favorite criminal, and if there was room, their arrest record. There was a very awful tagline for this company, which was so bad that I woke up laughing. Naturally, I can't remember what it was. Something like: "We capture those priceless moments for you."

    My subconscious mind is the dwelling place for the most absurd of homeless ideas.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:12 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    A Love That Dared

    A Love That Dared To Speak Its Name [via aldaily.com]

    Historian Graham Robb gathers evidence of a thriving 19th century gay culture

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:05 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    "The Human Drama"

    The setting is this;
    The lights are dim, and brightening very slowly.
    In the shadows, center-stage, a form is revealed.
    It is hard to discern if the form is male or female,
    Young or old, or exactly what this figure represents.
    Slowly the figure starts to stretch it's new limbs
    As if waking from a long sleep, or if indeed this creature
    Is just now coming into being, discovering that a mind is paired
    With this new, amazingly flexible body.
    As the lights reveal more and more of an essentially bare set,
    Two more emerging beings are seen, doing the same thing,
    Lost in their worlds,
    As they further extend their curiosity in these still moments,
    The forms suddenly notice each other.
    At first, the three are skeptically cautious, then with careful movements
    The three approach.
    The touching is gentle and tentative,
    Their pawing and poking at first fearful, then playful.
    This spell and intrigue that has overtaken them becomes a dance.
    Within that dance
    As the lights continue to rise
    We see the primal expressions of love-
    Synchronized and beautiful, rhythmic and gradually ecstatic.
    Suddenly a bursting of other androgynous dancers enters the stage from all directions-
    We lose the initial three in the crush,
    And the sweetness of the moment is lost in the torrent of confusion.
    This new swarm is arrhythmic and distracting;
    The lights are bright and the audience by now must be asking,
    "What's the point?"
    In this untidy rush, a progress of emotions are expressed through these new bodies;
    Fear, anger, betrayal, envy, despondency, apathy.
    This continuum works itself out until all have long since given up interacting.
    They squat and lay, quietly now, disillusioned with the awareness
    That began with the three and spread and was distorted
    By the mob, now withdrawn and latent,
    Stuck on stage together, waiting for the lights to dim again,
    Possibly thinking to themselves,
    "how did this go wrong so fast? I've only just begun…"
    As the lights continue to fade,
    We see three last minute glimpses of recognition;
    The race the dark from opposite sides of the stage,
    And once reunited, seem to recall that dance that began
    What seems to long ago.
    They dance around and through the now sleeping masses,
    Startling some as they go by in a whirlwind of passion.
    Some of the beings begin to imitate the movements,
    While others seem quite offended to have been
    Bumped out of their hypnotic slumber.
    Those being that empathize with the dancers get up to join them,
    While some ignore, and some flee.
    The lights continue to dim until the stage is utterly dark again.
    Then, after a brief period of emptiness,
    The lights are dim, and brightening very slowly.
    In the shadows, center-stage, a form is revealed.
    It is hard to discern if the form is male or female,
    Young or old, or exactly what this figure represents.
    Reaching upward; hopefully, innocently,
    Then, the creature remembers with a beat
    That it is not alone,
    And without fear it will againtake the stage
    In the revelation of love…

    And so it goes, on and on,
    Until the audience joins in
    And do one can discern
    In the light and dark,
    The player from the play…

    jaybird found this for you @ 00:03 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 27 January, 2004 }

    Not much posting tonight due

    Not much posting tonight due to a dead computer [again] and the thrills and chills of human drama.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:24 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Science, Trying to Pick Our

    Science, Trying to Pick Our Brains About Art

    Does a Rembrandt portrait or a van Gogh still life press some special buttons in every human being's brain? Will a red painting speak to us in ways a blue one never could? Are we wired in ways that make every one of us enjoy a smiling bust and shiver at a frowning one? And if our brains determine how art works on us, what does that tell us about art, or us -- could studying the way we're wired determine crisply that the "Mona Lisa" is truly great, or do we need some history to tell us how a complex painting speaks, or not, to all its different viewers?

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:26 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    America: An empire to rival

    America: An empire to rival Rome?

    "The United States," he said, "is an empire in every sense but one, and that one sense is that it doesn't recognise itself as such." He called it "an empire in denial."

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:30 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Sisters are doin' it for

    Sisters are doin' it for themselves: Storm over Indian women's mosque


    The audience listens to her impassioned plea for women to build their own place of worship and be involved in community rulings on marriage, divorce, domestic abuse and child custody. "Would having a place of worship of your own help? Would a jamat [community elders at mosques who adjudicate on family matters] of women be more sympathetic to your cause?"

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:02 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Protests go on amid Haiti

    Protests go on amid Haiti impasse

    Several hundred students took to the streets in Haiti again on Monday to demand the resignation of President Jean-Bertrand Aristide.

    I'm hopeful that I'll be returning to Haiti this summer, and hopefully by then Aristide will either step aside and live up to the democracy he promised.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:54 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Monday, 26 January, 2004 }

    "It's for the Birds"

    Even in this ice strewn, mid-winter's kingdom of quiet and stillness, you can hear them; the birds are back. Perhaps the Jays and Cardinals, the Titmice and the Finches never left, but were under the same spell as I, waiting in obedient silence, like a bowed peasant before their God, under a dim sky whose winds whip freezing lashes. Even this morning, as the valley woke to a slick crystalline sheen that closed schools and burst pipes, the trees were full of song. The seed I threw out for them was gone in minutes, as many shades of feather dove from the heavy limbs to the moonlike backyard vista for the kernels which are the best offering I can make.

    As a child, it always saddened me that I could not walk up to the birds without their quick-minded taking to flight. Later, as the innocence gave way to curiosity, I chased them so I could watch them fly, and maybe one of those Gulls was I, for a moment of fantasy caught between desire and a dream. I'd find a feather on the beach, and hold it between my fingers, and would wonder for a moment just how many I'd need to grow in order to dance circles in the air around the sun. I waited, longed at the edge of my nest, looking around me with awe and caution, knowing that my little feet would soon push off, and pray in song that I would make it.

    We, as humans being in body, need a form to shape our soul, to give it a direction and a purpose that has more heft than our dalliances with two-dimensional knowledge. I reach my finger out to the birds, still and breathless as the guide of my soul alights there. I choose the clever beak, the fleet dark eyes themselves navigated by the stars and moon to their home, the downy breast, the source of the oldest music and Earthly language. This is the shape I plead that the nameless stuff that animates my organs and my deepest yearnings will take. It is I who wish to peek in through this window while scurrying for seed, and find the man watching me, with a chirp, ascending.

    These beings, borne through the will of the wind, teach me daily. One swoop from perch to perch could be contained in a thousand volumes of wisdom in the Library of Alexandria. One soar on an updraft could be a golden tenet of a millenniums-old monastic faith. The act of nest building, the gathering and weaving of a spiral, the shape of life, is a gesture that could contain every human attempt at art. A Golden Eagle or parking-lot Sparrow knows this world in ways that override our most beloved of calculations and formulae. I may be anthopomorphosizing those flickers of feather that dart amongth the surrounding trees and through my heart, but nothing is more of a muse to me than one second of breathing the same air as these creatures that inspired our first conceptions of angels.

    Leonard Cohen wrote a song, that once heard, emblazoned upon my heart an anthem for my love of birds; "like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way, to be free." His words not only speak to my avian spirituality, they speak to the daring we all crave to release ourselves from our forms and soar into the freedom that is ultimately pervasive in this Universe. If anything is true, it is freedom. Yet we must strive for it. We much somehow eclipse the bonds we've been wrapping ourselves in, or be immolated by them, and rise with the passion of the Phoenix into a sky that supports the glide of our wings. Freedom is the basis and the law of nature, and when a bird entices my eyes to follow, it's a call of something deeper than the bird; it's the call of the intent of the primal and noble Earth.

    It is little wonder that in many cultures the birds are the messengers between the people and the gods. Not only is their realm so clearly heaven, but in their nature they express our wildest hopes; to soar above it all, and see for once the totality of our world, to see God in perspective. The Hindus have Garuda, the Patagonians had the Skua, and the Americans have the Carrier Pigeon. The myth and the reality of the allure of flight criss-cross all boundaries and nations. From the Raven that pulls up the first sun with her beak, to the Eagle landing on the moon, birds live in our subconscious iconography and in our common wish to attain the highest ideals of life. Yet, we foul that lesson far too often by ignoring these messengers, mistaking them for a commonplace species with which we share our cluttered days, mitigating them and all other life to the realm of 'animal,' effectively casting all other conscious creatures outside our bounds of acceptible knowledge about this home we have such difficulty sharing.

    Tomorrow, more seed for our winter holdouts. I'll wait by the window, senses open, allowing for the flutter to fill the parts of me which I cannot see. I'll take it within, exposing that darkened harbor of the dream-mind to a tongue that plays so freely with sound of light, the bright song that has carried on and will carry on for countless days through the hoop of time. Somewhere in that continuum, atoms that are or were me or preceded will catch a ride from the nest to the sun, from the sun to a holy vantage where the infinite, the universe, is in clear view. And that is the ultimate freedom.

    It begins with a handful of seeds…

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:32 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Another great parrot story: Once-homeless

    Another great parrot story: Once-homeless 'Birdman' now teaches experts about parrots.

    The famed Telegraph Hill flock of wild parrots may be a familiar sight on slopes of the Greenwich Steps, where Bittner has fed and cared for the cherry- headed conures for a decade. Even so, the spectacle of a feathery cloud of green descending anywhere makes one catch one's breath. "You see them and you have to love them," says Bittner, a gentle man with a unruly mop of brown hair tinged with silver, which makes such a fine roost it is immediately taken up by one of the conures. Another perches on his arm, while still another stretches from a branch to pluck a sunflower seed from Bittner's lips.

    Here's a link to Mark Bittner's memoir, "The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill."

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:42 in Interesting People | | permalink



    Polly wanna discuss the dynamics

    Polly wanna discuss the dynamics of avian-human communication at your soonest convenience. By the way, how are you in the way of crackers?

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:38 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    The Buying of the President:

    The Buying of the President: a who's who of the subsidizers of America's wonded democracy.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:14 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom

    Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
    And sits in Sirius' disc all night,
    Till day makes him retrace his flight,
    With smell of burning on every plume,
    Back past the sun to an earthly room.

    ~Robert Frost, from "Bond and Free"

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:58 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    Break-Dancers Perform For The

    Break-Dancers Perform For The Pope, Get His Blessing

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:05 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    Uh-Oh

    Right in the middle of pulling up Her Majesty's BBC, I was gifted with blue screen hell. And today was intended, of course, as back-up day. So much for all that. Luckily, my book and the play are on CD, but everything elseis in a scary limbo right now. It is also good fortune that I have this friendly little IMac as a Plan B.

    Sometimes I'd like to dump my physical memory, heh.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:35 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Sunday, 25 January, 2004 }

    "Dyslexicicography"

    While napping today, my mind decided to cobble together a dream that explored a subject I've been weary to in wakefulness. In it, I was walking through this beautiful phosphorescent valley, talking with a friend. We stopped and he asked me "what is really going on with you these days?" For some reason, I answered "dyslexia." In the dream, it didn't add much to the context of the story, but that answer is quite relevant now.

    In the past few months, I've noticed a steady increase in my dyslexia, which used to be nothing more profound than substituting the letter "b" for "p" and vice versa, when writing, never when typing. Now, for whatever reason, I've having the hardest time writing or typing, sometimes hovering over the keyboard, knowing what the right letter or word is, and having to extend significant effort to type it correctly. I'm assuming it could be stress-related, or something similar. Not that it's an extremely embarrassing problem, but it's not been something I've consciously wanted to acknowledge, a kind of glossed-over 'whoops.'

    In speaking, I've found myself substituting whole words that are not related to the topic, at normal times when at ease and coherent. I cover it well and usually try to make a joke out of it. This tends to happen during non-focused conversation, like office chatter or telephone gab. I've made more grammar mistakes and misspellings than I've ever before, and while I'm not worried in a frantic way, it has puzzled me greatly.

    I've always had a latent fear of 'losing my grip,' this is, becoming somehow unable to focus enough to communicate effectively, frequently showing up in dreams with oodles of symbol-play. I think such a fear is to be expected to a certain extent with a weirdo like me who spends such a huge chunk of his time communicating. I find that downtime alleviates these quirks somewhat. But too much downtime exaggerates it.

    Dreams like that obviously happen for a reason. Some warped synapse actually had the bright idea to let 'me' know what's going on and do something about it. I don't know where to start, but this sure feels good opening up about it and letting a little light in.

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



    Now, to cancel out the

    Now, to cancel out the dubious commercial nature of the previous poem, here's beautiful piece from Pablo Neruda: "Love"

    Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
    perfumes of spring.
    I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
    how did your lips feel on mine?
    Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
    the white statues that have
    neither voice nor sight.
    I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
    I have forgotten your eyes...

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:52 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    "A Spam Poem"

    Following the same rules as the (now concluded) spam poetry contest on J-walk, I present to you, culled from the subject lines in my delete bucket...

    "A Poem for Della"

    Della, last scion:
    Reply, an orgasm is just the beginning.
    Your communication,
    "Be forever young."
    Grail handbag?
    Oil makes it larger.
    Aw yeah, baby.
    Will you pour?
    Tell me how it goes.
    You can relax now,
    Get paid cash.
    Induce: Cube, Frau, Shirley...
    You've got it made.
    How's work?
    "Belligerent, auric, maximal."
    Being you own boss is the only way
    To be free,
    Let me know when you will be available.
    Nobody love with fat friend, wuther.
    And you said what?
    "Drunken Diplomat! Reticent Action! Lyle!"
    Brunette, desist!

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:31 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    "Any ecstasy is a sign

    "Any ecstasy is a sign that you are headed in the right direction. Do not let some prude tell you otherwise."

    ~St. Teresa of Avila

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:34 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    MainlyMartian is a new blog

    MainlyMartian is a new blog for news and views from the red planet.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:32 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    In pictures: Opportunity on Mars

    In pictures: Opportunity on Mars

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:57 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Saturday, 24 January, 2004 }

    Belatedly, Happy Chinese New Year

    Belatedly, Happy Chinese New Year (flash)!

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:05 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    Archbishop opposes Kama Sutra carnival

    Archbishop opposes Kama Sutra carnival plan

    The Archbishop of Rio de Janeiro says samba dancers should be arrested if they go ahead with plans to re-enact the Kama Sutra during the 2004 carnival... The samba school has... promised that sexual positions from the book will be demonstrated by dancers and giant sculptures.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:44 in Carnality, Naughtiness & Fun | | permalink



    Cognitive-Theoretic Model of the Universe:

    Cognitive-Theoretic Model of the Universe: A New Kind of Reality Theory

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:56 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    "A gastronomical guinea pig" Man

    "A gastronomical guinea pig"

    Man eats fast food for thirty days. Man falls apart. "He was an extremely healthy person who got very sick eating this Mc*******'s diet... None of us imagined he could deteriorate this badly - he looked terrible. The liver test was the most shocking thing - it became very, very abnormal."

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:07 in Health, Medicine & Bio-Happiness | | permalink



    This is just awesome: Tholos,

    This is just awesome: Tholos, a "webcam in the round."

    Behold the Tholos, where the webcam meets the circular, painted panorama of the 19th century. The device, which features a 23-foot wrap-around screen some 10 feet high, works in pairs: People gathered at one Tholos can see real-time, life-size HDTV images of people around a distant partner device, with microphones enabling users to converse.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:03 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    { Friday, 23 January, 2004 }

    "A Goddess and her Boy"

    wobbin_web.jpg

    Robin, divine doyenne that she is, has reached that noble age of twenty-eight today. Ain't she wonderful? Congratulations, my dear, and within moments you will consume the first of many birthday lambics! Ooodles of love!

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:24 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    We saw this coming: Gay

    We saw this coming: Gay Marriage Poll Gets Annulled

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:42 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Yes, it's another "-gate" kiddies:

    Yes, it's another "-gate" kiddies: Infiltration of files seen as extensive

    Republican staff members of the US Senate Judiciary Commitee infiltrated opposition computer files for a year, monitoring secret strategy memos and periodically passing on copies to the media

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:11 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Sleep boosts lateral thinking Study

    Sleep boosts lateral thinking

    Study shows the value of sleeping on a problem.

    And last night, that actually worked to great effect!

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:33 in Cosmic Randomness Grab Bag | | permalink



    Enough of Dean goes nuts,

    Enough of Dean goes nuts,
    here's Bush going nuts.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:47 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    New super detailed images from

    New super detailed images from Mars, courtesy of Europe's Mars Express satellite.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:06 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    "Troubadour Sutra"

    The madness of art, or the art of madness...
    It is the flagrant beauty of painting yourself any color,
    The daring ravings of love, wild and free.
    It's a solitary path
    Through enchanted forests, trees hung with starlight
    And the trail leads straight to you;
    Walking into a miracle, outside-in.
    Oh bold troubadour,
    Seeker and diviner of life
    Tell us more of the charms you have found along the way
    And even of your braving the islands of misery.
    Speak not for the crowd;
    Leave us your words on the trailing edge of a leaf
    And we will discover them and retell your story
    Like the promise of the first green
    And the assurance of the coming warming sun.
    Your tongue keeps the tales of morning dew and bitter frost
    The vision of larks, the dazzle of sudden sparks
    And the ever-written drama of this world-
    Each guffaw, each lunatic's anthem, each dense tear,
    Each and every tight-knuckled passion.
    You have been created to create
    And manifested to scribe each fear and folly.
    Yours is a sacred risk,
    Your spinning of light and dark,
    Your juggling of mystery and holiness to the tune of spheres
    Whirling in time with your timelessness.
    While none may notice as you wade into the absolute,
    And surrender to nothing,
    I could not speak if you hadn't given me the words...
    Stop a moment and let us fill your offering bowl
    And stock your rucksack with provisions of friendship
    Just as you fill the limitless sky with dreams.
    The adventure you've set out for is restless and feral,
    And the spiral road is crazy, they may say,
    But so is sculpting a heartbeat out of moonlight,
    So is a minstrel who sings for the Universe.
    Do not be weary for the journey
    Stay the course of the courseless,
    That we may dance in your wake and wakefulness.
    Carry on, and we will carry you,
    For your art is madness, indeed;
    Do not rest in the comfort of the congenial
    But rave on, Creator, rave on!

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:13 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Thursday, 22 January, 2004 }

    My posterior is against the

    My posterior is against the grinding wheel. The new play has it's first read-through tonight and I've got to finish editing the last scene. Likely not much bloggage tonight.

    UPDATE: Minutes after I made that entry, the computer shut down suddenly. The cooling fan stopped working it overheated, but I didn't know that at the time. Your typically jovial Jaybird set forth a long stream of startling epithets and ran a red light or two on the way to the technician's, who had it fixed in five minutes. I returned to print the play (now begrudgingly turning into a musical) in time for the reading, but barely. As for the reading itself, I'm still processing the feedback, but let's just say that the wine made a few blows much easier to bear. Now, the next morning, it's bright and clear out, but my opinions of the reading are still a bit cloudy and damp.

    The posterior will have to nurse it's smarts and park once again against the grinding wheel.

    Yay (rather unenthusiastically).

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:36 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    'Serious Anomaly' Silences Mars Spirit

    'Serious Anomaly' Silences Mars Spirit Rover

    "no one single fault ... that we can conceive of" can explain this anomaly.

    There's something about Mars that seems to cause these 'serious anomalies.' In an Arthur C. Clarkian sort of way, I can't help but wonder...

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:22 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Irie!: Rare Bob Marley songs

    Irie!: Rare Bob Marley songs to be released

    Rare and previously unheard tracks from Bob Marley's early years are to get official releases for the first time.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:08 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Measuring morals Researchers ask if

    Measuring morals

    Researchers ask if Americans are cheating more often -- and what can be done about it

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:43 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Do plants act like computers?

    Do plants act like computers? Leaves appear to regulate their 'breathing' by conducting simple calculations.

    Plants appear to 'think', according to US researchers, who say that green plants engage in a form of problem-solving computation. [via MeFi]

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:38 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 21 January, 2004 }

    Well, that was quick. Due

    Well, that was quick. Due to the amazing generosity of a supporter of the arts, I am out of hot water. I'm overwhelmed with thanks.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:02 in | | permalink



    Ugh. Major problem with my

    Ugh. Major problem with my bank. They've severely wreaked havoc with my checking account. In order to get by, it looks like I have to pass around the hat for the next two weeks until my check from the new job comes in... with great humility, and some embarrassment, if you enjoy this website, please note the the Yahoo and PayPal links on the left.

    I'll do a personalized dance for every penny!

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:53 in | | permalink



    "Stack of Pictures, Pt. 2"

    me_91web.jpg

    The next in this week's series of ancient pictographs from my father's vault, notice the rat's nest atop this unusual example of late-teenagerhood, circa 1990-91. Sporting a dashiki and likely on his way to regail in the heady idealism of "rocking out" to the Dead Kennedys, his gait is awkward and he conceals many high school-era secrets behind a goofy smile. Little did he know how tame he would end up looking in a mere decade or so. Rebellion carries on though, in slightly more subtle ways.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:22 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Little Georgie officially opens the

    Little Georgie officially opens the front for his other war: rolling back the hard won civil rights of lesbians and gays.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:23 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Global Consciousness Project The mind's

    Global Consciousness Project

    The mind's extended reach remains to be fully defined in scientific terms, but research on human consciousness suggests that we may have direct communication links with each other, and that our intentions can have effects in the world despite physical barriers and separations. We are compelled by good evidence to accept correlations that we cannot yet explain. It appears that consciousness may sometimes produce something that resembles, at least metaphorically, a nonlocal field of meaningful information.

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:28 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    In pictures: Lunar New Year

    In pictures: Lunar New Year festivities

    jaybird found this for you @ 06:19 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    "Cherubic Night-Light"

    Cherubic night-light Casting wishes by the score On the shadows dancing across the wall Fauns parading, satyrs sipping, Bacchanalian whimsies Writ without a drop of pain, sweet purple veiled fantasties for free. As I recede into my own downy covers of wanton dreams, And ungrasp the wordless worries that accompany My sauntering through the monochrome I recall that some space just beyond The reach of my fingers is alive With the hushed holy truth That freedom thrives yet In the coloring of days And the lightening Of nights.

    jaybird found this for you @ 00:24 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 20 January, 2004 }

    "Stack of Pictures Pt. 1"

    me82_web.jpg

    My father (who is doing much better but still not out of the woods) sent me a whole stack of pictures today. The pic above is of some embarrassed kid of about 11, taken on or around '82 or '83. Just for the sheer hilarity of having a greatly varied personal history of it I'll post a few for the next week. Tomorrow: jaybird as punk rocker.

    On another interesting family note, my mother has apparently called in to this television talk show to extol the virtues of gay sons. Gee, shucks, mom.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:15 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Margaret Cho: You are one

    Margaret Cho: You are one monkey head used Lipton tea bag.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:50 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    How Now, Brown Cow? from

    How Now, Brown Cow? from Sounding Circle:

    FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.

    PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:07 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    The Size of Now As

    The Size of Now

    As the Buddhists remind us, "all that is subject to arising is subject to cessation." All we can find are processes, change, motion. The closer we look, the less stable existence becomes. And just try to imagine thought and language without any active terms, progressions, causes, or implications.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:53 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    What, me worry? Mainstream media

    What, me worry? Mainstream media reports about how spam targets men and their little "insecurities."

    These days, a lot of electronic junk mail hits below the belt by seeking to profit from many men's deepest fear -- that their penises are too small.

    Obviously, we humans and our gender roles are in quick need of evolving. If something paltry like this is raising so much ire, it's time to wipe the slate of our collective unconscious clean and start fresh. Oy vey!

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:21 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Extreme Peace: On January 1st,

    Extreme Peace:

    On January 1st, 2004, four Israelis and four Palestinians (two women and six men) will set off on a sea and land expedition to the distant reaches of Antarctica. Their goal is to summit and name a previously unclimbed mountain. Their expedition is called : 'Breaking the Ice'. This journey combines the spirit of adventure with a quest for understanding. It will force people separated by deep political and religious differences to cooperate in pursuit of a shared goal.
    [via MeFi]

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:24 in Radical Undertakings | | permalink



    News > Science/Health --

    Environmentalists, business fight over testing of whale sonar

    Environmental groups and a New Hampshire company are locked in a legal battle over whether a newly developed sonar system will help whales avoid colliding with ships or drive the animals from their feeding grounds and separate calves from their mothers.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:57 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    Earth 'entering uncharted waters' The

    Earth 'entering uncharted waters'

    The Earth has entered a new era, one in which human beings may be the dominant force, say four environmental leaders. In the International Herald Tribune, they say the uncertainty, magnitude and speed of change in many of the Earth's systems is without precedent.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:40 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    { Monday, 19 January, 2004 }

    Group hug is a website

    Group hug is a website for positng anonymous confessions. C'mon, get it off your chest...

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:08 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Pet Foil Hat Technology

    Pet Foil Hat Technology stop brain scans!

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:51 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    "Peaceful ends can only be

    "Peaceful ends can only be reached through peaceful means"

    -Coretta Scott King

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:10 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Interactive Vodoun. Click a picture

    Interactive Vodoun. Click a picture on the altar for an extensive history.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:20 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Supersolids and superfluids, or, how

    Supersolids and superfluids, or, how modern physics is getting it's freak on.

    A new "supersolid" phase of matter has been created by physicists in the US by cooling helium-4 to ultracold temperatures.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:12 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Martin Luther King Jr. Is

    Martin Luther King Jr. Is Still Speaking Out

    On this holiday, many remember a Martin Luther King Jr. who is restricted to the battles against racial segregation he valiantly fought during his lifetime. But his was a broader battle for justice, and that battle is not over. It presses on in the face of intolerance and injustice.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:22 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Sunday, 18 January, 2004 }

    "Hither and Thither"

    One of the blessings of my childhood was my mother's trust that I could somehow safely manage to come and go as I please. I did that in great measure... after school, no matter the time of year, I could be found ruminating and looking for stones by the creek, throwing stones off the railroad trestle, building lean-tos in the woods, or on the bike with tunes in my ears. I took full advantage of that permission and that trust. Thinking back, no planning was involved. I went because I went, and that was that. Add a decade or two into that equation and the result is markedly different.

    I yearn to go, constantly, my mind is always fixated on a wandering star that beckons me to chase it through skies distant and far, fabled lands whose enchantment I glean only through a fingertip pressed to a map. The rules have changed, it seems; in order to 'go,' much more time is taken up planning the exit than the journey itself. One must navigate many gauntlets and sever a bond or two in order to plow through to freedom.

    Indeed there are many transits I undertake daily; the threshold of my home counts continual passage from here to there, but mostly I'm abiding a schedule, little flags planted on the clock that flap in the winds of obligation. I've leaned, however, to see the goodness in even my errands. I navigate a route, that no matter the mundane circumstances, never ceases to bestow little jewels of wonder. I course through winter mountains, sleeping, concealing their resilient greens under a cloak of quiet that is slowly being tugged by a toddler sun. There's a road where someone new is always walking in the margins, an immigrant, themselves hoping to open a path to destiny through their asphalt footfalls. There's a patch of interstate above which the sunset falls, never a disappointing ray or light. Has there ever been?

    I think the difference between childhood wandering and adult commerce with place is that, when we're young and mining for what's mine, hoping to strike a lode of identity, we're out there for the freedom of it all. We were in the emotion of going, the slackening of the tether to the nest. I've long since flown the coop of my birth, and now the prospect of going is more about the place, and whatever tinglings of freedom generated by the pursuit of awe are received joyously. When young, I could be just as free and wild in a parking lot, doing wheelies and looking cool in a favorite jacket. Now, parking lots are anonymous, trodden, and melancholy places; I would not go there to feel free. I require more thrust and direction to get away, and in getting away, to relate to new vistas by letting go.

    Thinking about this helps to remind me that going and coming, our engagement with the hither and the thither is a ritual that we often do without noticing it. The trappings of the mundane mislead us into a haze of ordinary and passive observation. A journey to buy bread becomes removed from our circle of magic because it's common, and simple. So when I leave home, I'm debating the merits of wheat or natural grain rather than noticing the flocks of birds that alight from pole to pole or the quality of light as it lands on the abandoned farmhouse on my road.

    Nudge myself into paying attention and it's no longer a trip to buy bread but rather a moment of deep connection to the space around us, a spatial play of wonder, a widening of the magic circle to include myself, right now, the errand I have to do, and the parking lot where I find myself laughing quietly, remembering the innocent pleasure of popping a wheelie. The spell that's come upon me is easily broken if I wish it, and perhaps that spell is the same as it was in my youth but has survived in a different context. What it requires to slacken is to actively speed off in a direction because I want to, rather than by the dictates of need. It will eventually snap, if but for a while, but long enough for the world to seep in and teach and tell me something new in it's infinite language of beauty, even in the commonplace, even in seeing the tree-line through a supermarket window.

    That direction could be a loaf of bread or a waterfall, a friend and a bottle of wine, the pursuit of an egret or the dancefloor downtown. It could be miles or inches away. It could be among the marketplaces of beloved Haiti or along the spine of a lover. Having a choice is a side effect of living in the now, and whether we're fumbling for our collective keys by a darkened door, or watching the stars from some distant spot on the map that a fingertip once pressed longingly, we can be fooled into remembering that it's all a journey, all a choice, all a pilgrim's path through a sacred landscape full of surprise and little jewels. Each time we pull that door tight behind us, and our feet hit the floor or home or the dirt of far afield, we could be pioneering the widening arc of our magic circle, pushing the boundaries of here and there, coming and going.

    If I could, I'd pick up that curly haired kid in his favorite denim jacket whose name and history I share. We'd ride the road, and he'd learn all about the wilds the thrive beyond the horizon, the exotic and quixotic nature of travel, and he'd teach me about freedom, and the peaceful solitude of a creek and her stones. And we might, just might, come home when called for dinner, but we'd have to stop and watch the lightening bugs along the way.

    This entry has been written to add to the dialog of Ecotone Wiki's current topic of Coming and Going.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:29 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    What Famous Leader Are


    jaybird found this for you @ 20:17 in Interesting People | | permalink



    World 'going too slow on

    World 'going too slow on poverty'

    The world is doing much too little to live up to its promises on eradicating poverty, an influential economic group says in an analysis of progress so far.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:47 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Making the Mind What do

    Making the Mind

    What do our minds owe to our nature, and what to our nurture? The question has long been vexed, in no small part because until recently we knew relatively little about the nature of nature—how genes work and what they bring to the biological structures that underlie the mind. But now, 50 years after the discovery of the molecular structure of DNA, we are for the first time in a position to understand directly DNA’s contribution to the mind. And the story is vastly different from—and vastly more interesting than—anything we had anticipated.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:21 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    In 2,000 years, will the

    In 2,000 years, will the world remember Disney or Plato?

    ...today's technology flings culture to every corner of the globe with blinding speed. If it took two millenniums for Plato's "Republic" to reach North America, the latest hit from Justin Timberlake can be found in Greek (and Japanese) stores within days.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:43 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    "Code and Kindling"

    Follow the movements of collective history
    In the meteoric trails of collective future
    It's the path of our dancesteps.
    Where they lead, who can say?
    Yet it I feel freedom as the primordial fire beckons
    And we ascend the flames.
    Dance on, sprites and visions,
    Carry with your sanctified sway
    A message to those waiting
    For a taste of the quenching fire
    Whose code and kindling is the promise of love.

    jaybird found this for you @ 01:42 in Posting Under the Influence | | permalink



    { Saturday, 17 January, 2004 }

    Let's see, do I go

    Let's see, do I go to the gay club tonight? I feel so fickle. I need a practical means to end this internal debate:

    1) Go to Google
    2) Enter coin tossing
    3) Click this link
    4) Go for 5 flips.
    5) Hit the little button thingy, type this, then change windows for result.
    6) Wait! What's heads and what's tails (no puns, please)? Heads is for going to the club (presumably to represent 'guys') and tails is for, well, coming home and sitting on my tail.
    7) Now switch back over and see what happened. Whatever the results are, stand by them. C'mon now...
    8) The results: 2 heads, 3 tails. I don't go to the club. Ok, I can live with that. I guess.
    9) Take a shower.
    10) While in the shower, have sudden realization that it's ok to change your mind. Do what you want. Be free, spontaneous and all that.
    11) Try the coin flip again. 3 heads, 2 tails. Eureka! I go to the club after all. I think I really wanted to do that anyway. Now I feel validated. Spiffy.
    12) Examine ratio of clean clothes vs. laundry bin.
    13) Sheesh. Slim pickins.
    14) No one will see the tea stain if I tuck the shirt in.
    15) I look a little too geekish with the shirt tucked in.
    16) Untuck shirt. It's dark there, no one will notice. Besides, we're being free, right?
    17) Waste time compiling steps that lead to decision on weblog.
    18) Yikes, it's getting late. Time to go!
    19) Am I sure I really wouldn't rather watch Naqoyqatsi?
    20) I'll watch that tomorrow. I'm busy being free right now.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:36 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    In the River of Consciousness

    In the River of Consciousness by Oliver Sacks.

    "Time," says Jorge Luis Borges, "is the substance I am made of. Time is a river that carries me away, but I am the river...." Our movements, our actions, are extended in time, as are our perceptions, our thoughts, the contents of consciousness. We live in time, we organize time, we are time creatures through and through. But is the time we live in, or live by, continuous —like Borges's river? Or is it more comparable to a chain or a train, a succession of discrete moments, like beads on a string?

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:47 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Our current Terror Alert Level

    Our current Terror Alert Level is Oscar. Really.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:41 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Cartoon Laws of Physics Certain

    Cartoon Laws of Physics

    Certain bodies can pass through solid walls painted to resemble tunnel entrances; others cannot. This trompe l'oeil inconsistency has baffled generations, but at least it is known that whoever paints an entrance on a wall's surface to trick an opponent will be unable to pursue him into this theoretical space.

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:30 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Haiti funeral sparks new protests

    Haiti funeral sparks new protests

    Surrounding the coffin during the church ceremony, mourners began chanting anti-government slogans and calling for the resignation of President Jean-Bertrand Aristide. [background 1, 2]

    To see the best of Haiti, a country I love dearly, go here.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:59 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Friday, 16 January, 2004 }

    "Seventh on Haywood"

    He bows the violin despite the wind chill
    Which is zero, so is the upturned hat
    By his feet, dark and empty as
    Beethoven is resurrected outside a kitchen store.
    We pass by, palms pressed firmly in pockets
    For the warmth, we say,
    He doesn't mind; he plays anyway.
    The portraits in gallery windows are frozen
    Statues frostbitten
    But can't you hear the Seventh on Haywood,
    It's made of sunstrings brushing angel's hair
    Itself made of stars.
    He won't relent to the wind that drives us
    Behind the safety of double pane glass.
    Music indeed penetrates this
    Yet his smile pervades all.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:22 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



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    "Sunrise"

    In a dream,
    They boy picked up a flower,
    And called it 'sunrise.'
    Upon awaking, he saw it was true.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:58 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Bush Booed at Martin Luther

    Bush Booed at Martin Luther King Gravesite

    In a sign of the difficulty President Bush faces as he tries to win black support for his reelection, several hundred protesters loudly booed him on Thursday as he laid a wreath at the grave of civil rights leader Martin Luther King.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:48 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Thursday, 15 January, 2004 }

    The Tao of Podunk celebrates

    The Tao of Podunk celebrates the vast diversity of the American urban experience, from big cities to, well, Podunks (be sure to check out the Podunk extras, such as claims to fame and imaginary places).

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:22 in Cosmic Randomness Grab Bag | | permalink



    Things are really busy. Working

    Things are really busy. Working on editing the new play, and the delicate nightmare of casting. Yikes. Hopefully there will be more time to play online this weekend.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:14 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    other people's stories [via MeFi]

    other people's stories [via MeFi]

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:52 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    Hobbit glamor?

    Hobbit glamor?

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:36 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    A giant hole that

    A giant hole that appeared in a uniform layer of cloud over Mobile, Alabama, in the US, has left scientists puzzled.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:19 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Maasai strike animal balance Kenya's

    Maasai strike animal balance

    Kenya's Maasai people, who depend on tourists visiting the Maasai Mara game park, are facing big challenges after a dramatic fall in wildlife numbers.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:18 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 14 January, 2004 }

    Last Copter Out of

    Last Copter Out of Baghdad

    George Bush is selling out Iraq. Gone are his hard-liners' dreams of setting up a peaceful, prosperous, and democratic republic, a light unto the Middle Eastern nations. The decision makers in the administration now realize these goals are unreachable. So they've set a new goal: to end the occupation by July 1, whether that occupation has accomplished anything valuable and lasting or not. Just declare victory and go home. The tyranny of Saddam Hussein will be over. But a new tyranny will likely take its place: the tyranny of civil war, as rival factions rush into the void. Such is the mess this president seems willing to leave behind in order to save his campaign.

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



    A Japanese company has

    A Japanese company has invented a product which, it says, allows owners to create their own dreams.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:59 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    N.J. grants same-sex benefits New

    N.J. grants same-sex benefits

    New Jersey became the fifth state to recognize same-sex partnerships Monday, but activists said they will not stop the fight until openly gay couples can legally marry.

    So, when will North Carolina follow suit? Legal strategists say they expect a draft of legislation somewhere around the second half of the fourth millenium. Activists say that no matter how long it takes, they won't give up.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:44 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Carter to Offer Support for

    Carter to Offer Support for Dean

    Former President Jimmy Carter will offer support for Democratic White House hopeful Howard Dean in a joint appearance in Georgia on the eve of the Iowa caucuses, campaign aides said on Tuesday.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:31 in Howard Dean for President 2004 | | permalink



    Quelle surprise! Bush admits he

    Quelle surprise! Bush admits he targeted Hussein from thr start.

    Comments could boost criticism of president's case for war against Iraq

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:11 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 13 January, 2004 }

    "Chance and Chants"

    Is it Merely Chance that Upswells suddenly Overtaking the soul With a providential message Of the natural, evolutionary glint And glimmer of love, or is it designed Organic and true within the curve Of your cells, the wink of an eye The nape of a neck turning to Hear your name, called Through the night? On the other side of my skin, On the other side of the glass, The chanting rallies incesseant, Though no one visible is singing, And the drumbeat dwells in my ribcage. Passion is born as surely as any other deliberate craziness; None can help the drama long written into their veins, upon lips, We carry out daily in our moments of hushed loves. We cannot help but to love; absurdly, imperfectly, Quietly, punctually, improbably, sacrificially, Plainly, simply love, without roses or violins, But with our eyes, hands, with the impulse Born with us like the placenta that nurtured Our nine months of waiting, love and passion As biologically real as any gland's elixir. The swirl of voices that rise and fall In words and gasps of praise and Trembling hope for entwined Union, unction and conjunction Is the sustained chorus of This Earth, life itself, That plead in their Spectrum of tones, That we listen, And know, That love Is always Ready to Answer Your Cries For More As Long You Know It's value and ubiquity can only be measured by your will to live it out, bravely.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:14 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Ciel et Terre is a

    Ciel et Terre is a French exhibition of early celestial maps and art from about the 1400s on...

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:09 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    This is absolutely amazing: Mars

    This is absolutely amazing: Mars Fullscreen panoramic image in Quicktime VR

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:14 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Spalding Gray, the witty and

    Spalding Gray, the witty and engaging actor and writer, has been reported missing.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:28 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Logarithmic Maps of the Universe

    Logarithmic Maps of the Universe [via Bifurcated Rivets]

    Note to self regarding lunch at work: it is difficult to eat yogurt with a fork.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:18 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    "Auditions!"

    We had auditions for the new play I'm directing, and went into it quite worried about turnoutm y'know, not enough peeps. For this 20-odd person show, a total of over 40 people auditioned.

    Now, instead of fretting over who's gonna do what, now I'm fretting over what to do with all these people.

    Sweet, sweet irony!

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:24 in | | permalink



    Woody Allen: When the universe

    Woody Allen: When the universe is expanding it can make you late for work

    I awoke on Friday and because the universe is expanding it took me longer than usual to find my robe. This made me late leaving for work and, because the concept of up and down is relative, the elevator that I got into went to the roof, where it was very difficult to hail a taxi.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:14 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    US military 'brutalised' journalists The

    US military 'brutalised' journalists

    The international news agency Reuters has made a formal complaint to the Pentagon following the "wrongful" arrest and apparent "brutalisation" of three of its staff this month by US troops in Iraq.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:05 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Monday, 12 January, 2004 }

    Psy Today: The Seven Deadly

    Psy Today: The Seven Deadly Sentiments

    Acting on a nasty impulse may be cause for shame. But why feel so guilty about a feeling that remains a mere fancy, harmlessly stashed away in your brain?

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:18 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    In defence of bad luck

    In defence of bad luck

    A society that cannot accept the concept of luck is one that seeks to attach blame to every undesired outcome. Unless we can accept bad luck we are destined to be governed by a risk-blame-litigation-compensation culture that suffocates initiative.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:29 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Orang-utans 'may die out by

    Orang-utans 'may die out by 2025'

    The orang-utan, Asia's "wild man of the forests", could disappear in just 20 years, a campaign group believes.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:27 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    { Sunday, 11 January, 2004 }

    The legend of The Cathars

    The legend of The Cathars and what makes the Cathar faith
    so appealing and enduring
    ?

    Their name Cathari, means "pure" in Greek. Branded heretics by the Roman Catholic Church, little remains to speak of them today, other than Inquisition records. Their writings were destroyed along with their earthly bodies. Yet, in their time their influence was enormous...

    and...

    In some ways the Cathars were well ahead of their time. For instance, they were pacifists totally dedicated to non-violence. When nobles and garrisons took their part they frequently defended them out of pure devotion. Sometimes the defenders even preferred to die with their Cathar brethren rather than deny them by accepting their proffered freedom. Cathars too were rigid vegetarians. On occasion their Inquisitors would give them chickens to kill and some went to the stake rather than kill the bird and compromise their beliefs. They also respected, even reverenced women, many of whom achieved high places in the Cathar organisation. But, above all else they were tolerant of other creeds and this was probably our greatest loss of all. There was no tolerance at all in the Church of the day. In fact the western world is still paying in blood for the merciless intolerance shown by its Crusader assassins during that time.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:41 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Jorge Luis Borges: The Sect

    Jorge Luis Borges: The Sect of the Phoenix

    May the Nine Firmaments know that God
    Is as delightful as cork or muck.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:25 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    A Spammer Reads my Mind

    "riddle hocus fran kong fountainhead"

    Ok, spammers, I just don't get it. What's the point? It's like waving a tattered red flag saying

    "Hi there! Notice the incoherent subject line? Sounds a lot like James Joyce mumbling into his pillow after a good round of whiskey, huh? But I'm really spam, not James Joyce, so go ahead and delete me now."

    I'm stumped at this latest strategy. Perhaps you are reading my mind, revealing to me certain keywords that have floated around my mind in a kind of synaptic glee lately, and you've so clever to put these words in the subject line to attract my dangling cursor. Perhaps I will buy your V|@gR^ after all. Anyway, here's all the relevant words you've conjured up, which could've led me to open your mail, followed by the reason I ultimately didn't:

  • riddle: a favorite form of communication for me... clever spammer, how did you guess? Everything, when you think about it, is made of riddles, mystery and sly contortions of logic. I love riddles! You get one point!
  • hocus: as in pocus! Yay! I'm a big believer in magic too, you perceptive bulk email god! Not the David Copperfield stuff either, more like that wild coalescing of synchronicities and beauty. You know what I mean. I know you do. Two points!
  • fran: You must mean my step-grandmother on my mother's side! Do you know Fran? When you see her ask her how things are up on the Cape. Three points!
  • kong: Yet again, you've penetrated deep into my subconscious to pull up a subject you know I've been pondering for about a week now. No, not King, not Hong, but Donkey. You know I've thinking about the evolution of video games, since that kid tried to teach me how to play a thing called a "game cube" and I just didn't get it. But when I was his age, Donkey Kong and Tempest were my games, homeboy! Those were the days... searching Mom's couch for quarters, running to the little deli and whooping up on those whatever-they-were that would kill you somehow. You'd just eat a mushroom and fly up a building to escape. The same thing I did after high school. Now, a ten year old lays me flat with a joystick flick. Four points!
  • fountainhead: ahhh, just the word I was looking for, thanks! Fountainhead. A source of flowing. A point from which inspiration gushes. "Finding that coupon was a fountainhead of productivity." Makes you think of Ayn Rand: I'm gonna grab me this here fountainhead because I have a fundamental human right to have it all for myself. What a powerful, evocative word. Perfect! Five points to you, Mr/Mrs Psychic Spammer!

    And the reason I didn't open the email:

  • It was spam.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:46 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    The Revealer; a daily review

    The Revealer; a daily review of religion and the press, via the Coffee Sutras.

    Here and there in the discussion of religion "in" the news, there arises a trickier matter, which is the religion of the newsroom, and of the priesthood in the press.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:05 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    A Selection of Clips from

    A Selection of Clips from the best of british boobtube comedy. Especially priceless are the clips from AbFab, French and Saunders, Fawlty Towers and Black Adder.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:40 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Lust declared virtue, not vice

    Lust declared virtue, not vice

    Lust has been wrongly branded a vice and should be "reclaimed for humanity" as a life-affirming virtue, according to a top philsopher.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:10 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    { Saturday, 10 January, 2004 }

    Update on Queermeta.com

    Oh my golly gee whilickers, it actually works (the beta version, that is). Ain't that sumpin'? Now that I've spent many hours learning how the little booger works, I think this thing might be a lot of fun. This is just the beta, again, so don't sign up yet. Once I include the addon domain, then I'll enable some sneak peaks before the grand opening.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:23 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Well, while I'm still extremely

    Well, while I'm still extremely enthusiastic for the new project, CSS is proving to be quite the nightmare. I'm taking a break from it for today. A bit jaded, we are. I'm going to search for tutorial and/or real live people who are more knowledgeable in this quite vital yet shady means of sitebuilding. Arrgh, jimboy, arrgh!

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:04 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Queermeta.com!

    queermeta.jpg

    I've just registered "queermeta.com" for the creation of a worldwide, metafilter-type community/group weblog for GLBT issues and commentary. I expect to launch Feb. 1st, with the assistance of several volunteers who are fellow MeFi members. The hard part, obviously, is setting up the program, which will be done whenever there isn't other freetime previously booked (looks like lotsa midnight oil burnt).

    The other hope is to provide an alternate to those annoying pay-for-content GLBT sites with personals and profiles. Not to say by any means it will be a personals site, but info that you usually have to pay for will be provided free. I'm also going to use PHPchat and such. So, I hope for commercial free connectivity and communication without profiteering. I'll use MeFi style editing guidelines for posts, but one thing will be clear: no smut. Not to be a prude, but one can go elsewhere for such delights... I want to keep the future conversation tame enough to support a dialog where youth and allies can surf without in your face physicality.

    Anyway, here's to the next crazy web adventure!

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:22 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Is It the Flu? by

    Is It the Flu? by C Monks

    Dust is the most prevalent household allergen. Maybe you could stand to vacuum your place a little more often? I'm not saying it's dust bunny central over there or anything, but...oh, alright; who are we kidding? Let's be upfront with each other for once in our lives: you have some serious non-vacuuming issues. There's freakin' dust everywhere.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:54 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Headfooters and Sardine are

    Headfooters and Sardine are wonderful collections of "outsider" or future-primitive art. Note especially the galleries of Ian Pyper, who sent me an email this morning introducing himself and his work. Incredible, evocative, powerful images...

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:29 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    The Worst Jobs in Science

    The Worst Jobs in Science

    Science is full of inquisitive people who take great pleasure in doing jobs that others would not touch with a 10-foot pole—and the world is indisputably a better place for their efforts. We're grateful that someone out there is doing these jobs. Even more grateful that it isn't us. [via Geegaw]

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:27 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Friday, 09 January, 2004 }

    'Historic find' is old garden

    'Historic find' is old garden patio

    Experts called in to examine a rocks unearthed during a garden makeover were convinced they had found a unique Viking settlement.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:09 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    my cat annie A wonderful

    my cat annie

    A wonderful video extravaganza of an eccentric cat. Recommended for high bandwith. [via Geisha Asobi]

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:12 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Stardust Captures the Best

    Stardust Captures the Best Comet Image Ever

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:49 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Richer, stouter, and no happier

    Richer, stouter, and no happier

    More people are adopting a lifestyle that leaves them dissatisfied and the Earth impoverished, US researchers say.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:47 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    { Thursday, 08 January, 2004 }

    "Crucible"

    They, the ever ubiquitous they, are calling for snow again. I crossed over a frozen river today, interrupted in mid-flow by the slower waltz of molecules, stuck in mid-thought, perhaps considering as it coursed through it's million year veins when the turn of spring shall restore the mountains from slumber.

    We are in the proverbial dead of winter. I've also heard it called the dark of winter, though now, almost imperceptibly, the days are lengthening. And the dead are making plans. Yet, it is in this still, cold, crucible where the brittle in our lives is beaten into dust by the stoic flow of ice. Many people I know are grappling with this and that in a private, ritualized way that only happens, it seems, in winter. I've also placed a handful of bones into the mortar for the pestle of wind-chill to dissolve, to toss into that river once she knows herself again.

    The ground, any ground, is riddled with the swirling skelatons of summer's leaves, and as the snow piles on and the frost eats away, they will be gone by the first purple petal of crocus. That's what I pray for me, too, and all those that live under the dark cloak of January who, in the glow of candles or within the relative safety of their backfiring car, mumble an incantation to break down what is useless, to surrender to the wind what longs to rust into the invisible.

    The time that I inhabit, or inhabits me, is a continuum, much like the water in that river. Drip by drop, it will thaw, and continue the journey and movement. In winter, we face the difficult overtly; slick roads and drafty houses, sick days and thick layers to protect us from our own cradle. In this garb, under slate skies and the receding glee of institutionalized Holy Days, we do battle, in one way or another. There are no victors, save for surviving the cold that longs to freeze you. Rather, we concede, withdraw or transform, the latter spoken like a snowman's dare. Tonight, in my own private ritual, I accept the challenge, and prepare to rise even as this little nook in the world's oldest mountains prepares to shut down and hunker in for another day's tangle with the elements.

    We may or may not name what it is we wrestle with, as we stop to make snow angels. Perhaps, giving words to the heaps of bones, or the lurking shadows, gives away too much, much like naming our wish as the birthday candle smoke rises to the ceiling. Winter is a time of secrets, of turning them inside out to enable the growing light to soak it, to transmute by heat and our ascendant ardor as much as by the gnashing bite of ice. As the valleys around us shush themselves in sleep, so do my lips, in attempting to speak the words that surround my own desire for transformation. What I long to show, instead, is the fruit of that work, much like the first glimmer of flower petal that pokes through the dazed and Sandman beguiled earth... not yet seen but surely prophesied and scribed deep beneath the roots of the bending and silent trees.

    The dead are making plans. They are slowly planning their emergence, reaching again into that honeypot called life, to be rekindled again with that blessed light. I and you are very much alive, looking to the east and piece by piece, sloughing off the dead within us, giving winter it's own, so we can move unencumbered toward that golden promise that waits on the horizon. Here, hardened earth, take this, it's broken. In the dark and dead of winter pulverize it and claim it; when the sun returns to warm you and kiss you, let it be the soil, the nest, the food of beauty yet to be, as I've struggled to remove it's bind from me.

    The work of the winter is not done. Yet in the tightness of it's grasp, it forces transcendence. I and we keep moving.

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    Art for Housewives is an

    Art for Housewives is an Italian blog, with, well, art for housewives. Neat stuff.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:35 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Eleventh hour stories: a project

    Eleventh hour stories: a project to gather true tales of war from the past 100 years from civilians, soldiers and veterans: " The telling and the receiving of these stories are activities that say: 'This must stop here and now.'"

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:28 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    Friends foil Olympia man's

    Friends foil Olympia man's home

    A lone book titled "Cruel Tricks for Dear Friends" was untouched. But nearly everything else in Chris Kirk's downtown Olympia apartment was encased in aluminum foil when he returned home Monday night from a trip to Los Angeles.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:14 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Bedding the nightmare: somatic experience

    Bedding the nightmare: somatic experience and narrative meaning in Dutch and Flemish legend texts. (Focus on "the Nightmare")

    I was haunted last night by several nightmares... and universally, it seems that they are calls to action to remediate an anxiety. Now, my mission is to discover that anxiety and do something about it.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:11 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Climate risk 'to million species'

    Climate risk 'to million species'

    Climate change could drive a million of the world's species to extinction as soon as 2050, a scientific study says.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:00 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    Filmthreat: The 10 best and

    Filmthreat: The 10 best and worst unseen films of 2003

    A gay couple trying to get married, a Taipei bar hostess allowing her life to crumble, a 19th century artist breaking gender barriers, and a red octopus and a giant pear on a crime streak. What do they have in common? They are the subjects of some of the best unseen films of 2003. [via MeFi]

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:51 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 07 January, 2004 }

    Soothsaying, Tokyo Style "There's

    Soothsaying, Tokyo Style

    "There's no defining religion in Japan, but there are lots of people who want to believe in the mysterious. Fortunetelling offers that.'' The more exotic, he adds, the better.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:08 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Thick-Skinned Gravastars Vie to Replace

    Thick-Skinned Gravastars Vie to Replace Black Holes, in Theory

    As if black holes weren't mind-bending enough, a new hypothesis suggests an entirely new idea for Nature's densest objects. In fact, the idea goes black holes aren't holes at all but black bubbles with very thick skins. The new idea, presented this week at a meeting of the American Physical Society, was conceived to provide an alternative to the exotic description of where stuff goes when a star collapses and becomes, in present theory, a black hole.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:49 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    A deep, biographical sketch of

    A deep, biographical sketch of Howard Dean in the New Yorker:

    "You must have had some broad clarity about how you could make this whole thing happen," I suggested. He laughed and said, "I actually had very little. I didn't know it was going to turn out like this. I had some vague notion that we were going to come from behind in New Hampshire, that kind of thing. Clearly, we had no idea what we were doing. It was just two or three of us who had never run a national campaign before or been in a national campaign before."

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:28 in Howard Dean for President 2004 | | permalink



    An interesting portrait gallery,

    An interesting portrait gallery, courtesy of Blort

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:22 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Lunar Photo of the Day

    Lunar Photo of the Day

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:55 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Earth loses its magnetism What

    Earth loses its magnetism

    What is uncertain is whether the weakened field is on the way to a complete collapse and a reversal that would flip the North and South Poles. Compasses pointing North would then point South. It is not a matter of whether it will happen, but when, said scientists who presented the latest research on the subject at a recent meeting of the American Geophysical Union in San Francisco.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:07 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Satire: Accept Jesus Christ and

    Satire: Accept Jesus Christ and Get a Free Playstation 2!

    Call our church office and we will provide you with simple instructions on how to use your parents' credit card to charge a love offering over the phone. Don't worry if you can't find a credit card. We can teach you how to use one of your daddy's checks to do an automatic draft withdrawal (which will get you free shipping and an extra game disk!)

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    { Tuesday, 06 January, 2004 }

    "Epiphany"

    The faces recede from memory and the ancestors
    Quit the reliquary of our spangled and bejeweled lives
    They leave epiphanies in their wake.
    I've been graveside as the world shook
    Whole minds turned upside-down in turmoil and loss
    When the quaking was indeed the laughter of freed souls
    Leaving bits of stars and seas on the trail for us to bend over
    And examine with curiosity
    As we preoccupy our tumbling thoughts with loss
    Rather than discovery.
    A child secretly dreads the mortality of parents
    And the succumbing of superheroes
    With each clock tick tocking closer to some inevitable encounter...
    Yet the child is made of ancestors,
    Made of those animate only in the memory of sinew
    And the occult wording writ by the invisible cells
    That make hearts beat.
    The child is a continuum
    As am I, as are you;
    And our joyful day skipping and laughing with
    Wine stained lips down a path scattered with gifts,
    Treats, surprises, omens, wisdoms,
    The legacies of countless eyes now seeing
    Via the folds of Earth and all we hold in earnest and folly,
    Absorbed into the ink of the mundane and the altars of the sacred alike.

    ...

    I'm doing cartwheels on the brink
    And the word on the horizon is written without contrast or shadow;
    We've made it through the night, the holy night,
    And somehow, inexplicably, the brightness outside spreads from the hope
    We've forged from the gathered hints from fading names,
    And from the tenacious will to carry on, into an infinity unwritten, but roiling
    With readiness.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:42 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Sextuplets Born to Rare

    Sextuplets Born to Rare White Tiger

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    Nogaye Gueye, 58, describes the

    Nogaye Gueye, 58, describes the day her sight was restored after two years.

    I didn't want to imagine what it would be like to see again in case the operation did not work.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:30 in Interesting People | | permalink



    The robotic probe Spirit

    The robotic probe Spirit has sent back its first colour images of Mars.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:08 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Bradley Hails Dean's 'Hope' for

    Bradley Hails Dean's 'Hope' for America

    Calling Howard Dean's campaign "one of the best things to happen to American democracy in decades," former Sen. Bill Bradley endorsed the Democratic front-runner on Tuesday and praised his ability to engage voters.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:58 in Howard Dean for President 2004 | | permalink



    Arthur Miller: A Visit With

    Arthur Miller: A Visit With Castro, observations on Cuba and it's leader by the playwright.

    The city itself has the beauty of a ruin returning to the sand, the mica, the gravel and trees from which it originated. The poverty of the people is obvious, but at the same time a certain spiritedness seems to survive. Poor as they are there is little sense of the dead despair one finds in cities where poverty and glamorous wealth live side by side. But this is all appearances, which do count for something but not everything.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:37 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    Dean Works To Smooth The

    Dean Works To Smooth The Edges

    Leading in polls in Iowa, in New Hampshire and nationally, Dean is toning down attacks on his Democratic rivals and avoiding the back-and-forth criticism that has defined much of the presidential campaign.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:32 in Howard Dean for President 2004 | | permalink



    { Monday, 05 January, 2004 }

    Pork4Kids is rather wrong. Brought

    Pork4Kids is rather wrong. Brought to you by the National Pork Board. Don't watch the flash cartoon. Really. Nor should you take the tour of the farm, where all the pink little piggies trot off into the monolith from 2001.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:37 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    NYT continues to lose credit

    NYT continues to lose credit as this editor backpedals and attempts to appease readers after last month's infamous gay marriage article debacle.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:20 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    What you can't say This

    What you can't say

    This essay is about heresy: how to think forbidden thoughts, and what to do with them. The latter was till recently something only a small elite had to think about. Now we all have to, because the Web has made us all publishers.

    Posted from work, tee-hee!

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:47 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Sheboygan Boy in Bubble:

    Sheboygan Boy in Bubble: 7-year-old gets stuck in stuffed animal game machine. This could only happen at a place called "Piggly Wiggly."

    There is something deeply Jungian going on here. Are we all collectively stuck in a box of wonderful prizes, disillusioned, waiting to be freed? Jeez, I'm in a mood this morning.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:55 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Quarantining dissent; How the Secret

    Quarantining dissent; How the Secret Service protects Bush from free speech

    When Bush went to the Pittsburgh area on Labor Day 2002, 65-year-old retired steel worker Bill Neel was there to greet him with a sign proclaiming, "The Bush family must surely love the poor, they made so many of us." The local police, at the Secret Service's behest, set up a "designated free-speech zone" on a baseball field surrounded by a chain-link fence a third of a mile from the location of Bush's speech. The police cleared the path of the motorcade of all critical signs, but folks with pro-Bush signs were permitted to line the president's path. Neel refused to go to the designated area and was arrested for disorderly conduct; the police also confiscated his sign.

    And it gets worse. They give all the supporters free donuts. Heh.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:44 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    "Nuevo Job"

    My little promotion thingy starts this morning at 9. Eeek. I'm going to have a desk and all that. I've never had a 'desk' with my own 'extension.' They do in fact have a water cooler at the office. No Dilbert calendars, I hope (Heck, they guy I'll share the office with brings in his guitar daily). This might actually be fun, especially since every day is a 'dress casual day.'

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:07 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Sunday, 04 January, 2004 }

    Young, religious and gay "I

    Young, religious and gay

    "I am observant, but I do not accept that a decent…God could be so cruel as to put gay sexuality in someone and then deny them the right to express it," the postgraduate student at Cambridge University said. He added, "It makes me angry when a rabbi who is married with children denies another person the right to be part of a loving, fulfilling relationship. It is a cruel and hypocritical stance that runs counter to Jewish ethics."

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:59 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Refrigerator Cam Fridge Cam takes

    Refrigerator Cam

    Fridge Cam takes you to the inside of a fridge.This page is refreshed automatically at every minute.

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    One tenth of stars may

    One tenth of stars may support life

    One tenth of the stars in our galaxy might provide the right conditions to support complex life, according to a new analysis by Australian researchers. And most of these stars are on average one billion years older than the Sun, allowing much more time, in theory, for any life to evolve.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:33 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Redesign!

    UNCLE! A little oversight in Frontpage was my issue in the quoted and stricken gripe below. So, now it's not that bad. Y'know, I kinda like this redesign. Please feel free to comment on old vs. new. It is a much faster load.

    Simultaneously, however, I'm doing epic battle with a rough MT installation over at a friend's site. I think I've tamed that beast adequately, and by tonight she'll have her own weblog, too.

    So, now, I am indeed a happy camper. No news on my father, but that's actually good. And my friend Rich who had been staying with me for a little vacation from Ohio left early this morning.

    Things may not ever return to normal, but they'll surely settle nearby, and soon enough, that will be normal enough.

    I rarely comment of the technical side of blogging and website design. But now I will; tables should be banned. I gave myself an hour to do this redesign, which in Frontpage looked downright spiffy. But alas, it's turned into three and these blasted tables have been a nightmare. I know you can allegedly do the same thing in CSS, but it beats me exactly how. Anyway, this is the *interrim* redesign until I can fix all this. Anyone more knowledgeable than I in CSS, or some other way of doing a 3 column layout, pretty please contact me in the comments.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:18 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The face of a

    The face of a miracle in Bam, Iran.

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    NASA's Mars Rover Sends

    NASA's Mars Rover Sends Its First Photos

    NASA's Spirit rover has sent its first images from Mars, showing a landscape scattered with small rocks that brought cheers from scientists.

    Update: Raw picture feed from NASA

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:52 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Saturday, 03 January, 2004 }

    "Anonther Update"

    I just spoke with my father... he sounds very groggy, and slow, but at least semi coherent, which is a big step up. He's out of ICU apparently, though there's much testing and CAT scans going on. I still haven't spoken with a doctor, mostly due to hospital beauracracy (he's only allowed one contact person and that person has to be local) and the dangblasted privacy laws. I know those laws are well intentioned, but when a next of kin can't get the slightest blip of offical information, it stymies and causes major problems not envisioned in it's purpose.

    Anyway, I'm just beginning to learn the extent of problems my father has been facing personally. I've pretty severe, and the secretive wall he's kept up around himself for so long is just now being breached.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:31 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The Principia Cybernetica Web "tries

    The Principia Cybernetica Web "tries to tackle age-old philosophical questions with the help of the most recent cybernetic theories and technologies." [via Techno§hamanic]

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:45 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Stardust approaches comet quarry The

    Stardust approaches comet quarry

    The craft has been racing through space for five years to get itself into a position on Friday where it will be within 300 km of the "dirty ice-ball". Stardust will photograph the object and grab particles streaming away from its nucleus for return to Earth in 2006.

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:52 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Interesting... Flight Groundings Lead Allies

    Interesting... Flight Groundings Lead Allies to Query Washington

    In another indication of the turmoil resulting from the increased security measures, an American official said that the cancellation of the British Airways flights was not in response to United States safety concerns, but rather was prompted by the refusal of British pilots to fly with armed marshals on board. The United States put other nations on notice earlier this week that it would not allow certain suspicious flights into its airspace without armed marshals on board.

    So, with all the gloating that Shrubby is protecting our airspace by cancelling suspicious flights, the real deal is that other countries are not willing to kowtow to the Admin's fearmongering (in a mutshell). Nifty.

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:47 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Friday, 02 January, 2004 }

    Sacred arts of Haitian Vodou

    Sacred arts of Haitian Vodou

    Vodou is Haiti's mirror. Its arts and rituals reflect the difficult, brilliant history of seven million people, whose ancestors were brought from Africa to the Caribbean in bondage.

    [thanks to plep and MeFi]

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:34 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Unable to post much today...

    Unable to post much today... a friend is visiting from out of town. Things are stable up north, which is good.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:12 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The Time We Thought We

    The Time We Thought We Knew

    Time dominates experience. We live by watch and calendar. We eagerly trade megahertz for gigahertz. We spend billions of dollars to conceal time's bodily influences. We uproariously celebrate particular moments in time even as we quietly despair of its passage.

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:23 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    "Update on my Father"

    Ted Joslin


    Thanks to all those who've sent their regards and are keeping my father in their prayers. He's in ICU, and is finally coherent, which is a big first step toward dashing the sweat from my brow. It wasn't double pneumonia after all, but something much more complex. As much as I can gather, his sodium levels completely tanked, among several other aggravating conditions.

    His friends have been excellent advocates for him and have kept me informed. As his only child, I'm next of kin and any 'big decisions' are on me. Luckily, it's becoming increasingly less likely that any 'big decisions' will have to be made. What has been a major problem for me is his sister-in-law and a few others who are trying to dominate the situation. My father does not have the best reputation in my family, and at times, he unfortunately earned that for himself. What is painfully evident, however, is that some folks have this pervasive need to control everything, and if my father knew who was attempting to do what, he'd flip his lid.

    Our own relationship had some very rocky points. As a rebellious punk rock teenager (who deep down inside would've preferred to be a hippy instead), his aspirations for a conservative, well groomed son proud of his silver spoon faded. But, somehow, we got through it, mostly with the soothing countenance of my step mother Anne. After a few years of cycling through various subcultures, and rejecting the silver spoon which had long since tarnished anyway, Joshua and I moved from Delaware to Asheville NC and the distance began to heal things a bit. When my father finally confronted me on my homosexuality, I thought that would be it. After a brutal angry drunken argument one Christmas, I left his house feeling that being disowned was the only natural course of events. Anne ran after me, but I felt there was no saving our relationship.

    A card came in the mail a few months after. "When one door closes another opens," it said, and that while my father didn't approve of the turn of events, he was very proud of me and I would always have his love. We began to rebuild, piece by piece. Occasionally, he would test what had been built with a robust political argument, but in spite of his alcoholism and some very painful situations we continued to grow. Then Anne died, as a result of her own alcoholism.

    I flew up to conduct her funeral, and of course, to be by his side. In the midst of this pain, our bond was finally, after nearly twelve years of continual severing, cemented. While he and I will never see eye to eye on most things, he is still my father. When enraged by the course of his alcoholism and the occulting of thought and reason it inflicts, he is still my father. With all the mess that's piled up around him because he refused to believe it mattered, he is still my father. I only have one in this lifetime, and no matter how painful it sometimes can be, I am grateful that he is my father.

    Thank you all again for your presence and support. No one knows how events will unfold, but they are indeed unfolding now and not later, and it's wonderful to know that you're buttressed by love, visible and invisible, as the delicate unveiling of reality dances on, and all you can do is watch as the veils fall, and hope that they fall exactly where they need to.

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    { Thursday, 01 January, 2004 }

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

    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.

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    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.