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"Life expands or shrinks in proportion to one's courage." ~Anain Nin
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The stage where our fair play doth commence in the next fortnight
Another classic poem, that stirs
Another classic poem, that stirs up goosfeathers in my soul, in celebration of the last day of National Poetry Month:
WILD GEESE by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
This is one of the most moving and inspiring poems... it's like a mantra that moves soft like breath-steam over a cool morning. It uplifts while it also reintegrates you with the fundamental, base nature of our animation.
April's Quirky Search Requests
Yep, it's "that time of the month" here on birdonthemoon.com, where I let loose and open ye olde referrer logs for some search requests fun. I know it's spring and all, but dang, it was a naughty month. I'll omit the formerly-weird-now-regular requests for the sake of keeping onesself pure and diginified, but fear not, there are gems nonetheless. Request in italics, snark in normal.
And this moth's winner, in the decorative arts category:
Thanks to all for another great month!
In celebration of the concluding
POETRY by Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
I did not know what to say, my mouth
And I, infinitesmal being,
Also, being the last day of National Poetry Month, it seems fitting to announce that my target date for submitting my manuscript for the new book, retitled Rainbow Over Crossroads, is May 31st- a month from now. I've not had much time to work on it lately, but it's so very nearly done that I'm brimming with anticipation for the moment I hit send and it flies away.
Viva Bob Edwards! As
As he leaves Morning Edition, where he has been host since the show's debut in 1979, NPR recognizes Bob Edwards' 30 years on the public airwaves. After nearly 25 years of waking up at 1 a.m., Edwards assumes new duties as senior correspondent for NPR News.
Nice tribute NPR, but a better tribute would've been not to remove Bob in the first place during your 'corporate revisisoning' of a show that has worked for the past 30 years. I'm an avid NPR listener, and my mornings won't be the same.... without.... BOB!
(cue dramatic music, a flinging of used tissues, and spotlight on a panicked run to the radio as Bob's voice recedes into static... )
Totally weird: Sex, the final
Totally weird: Sex, the final frontier, and we ain't goin' there, hun.
Dr Rachel Armstrong, speaking yesterday at a British Interplanetary Society symposium on the Human Future and Space, said the US space agency Nasa was considering how to deal with the natural urges of astronauts travelling on long journeys such as a three-year trip to Mars, where the six-strong crew would be likely to include two women. "Nasa is talking about the chemical sterilisation of astronauts on longer journeys," Dr Armstrong said, in a talk discussing the problems humanity may face in trying to reach the planets and, eventually, the stars.
Sequestering carbon: For industrialised countries,
For industrialised countries, cuts of 90% or more would probably be needed, Professor Shepherd believes. Renewable energy could produce only about a fifth of the cuts needed, and so the world should research other methods, including possibly nuclear power and macro-engineering solutions. Professor Shepherd said these could range from storing ("sequestering") CO2 in deep aquifers or at depths of more than 3,000 metres (9,850 feet) in the oceans to mixing it with serpentine to produce magnesite and burying the resultant solid waste. He put the cost at $50 (42 euros) per tonne, and falling. Storing CO2 in trees and soils, as envisaged by the Kyoto Protocol, the international climate treaty, he estimated, could probably cope with no more than about 100 billion tonnes of carbon.
That was a bit spooky...
That was a bit spooky... my screen door just opened and slammed shut of it's own accord. It's not a windy morning and it's secured rather tightly, so it'd have to take a rather strong animal to pull that off.
I love the smell of phenomena in the morning...
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Waiting under an irradescent sky for the next scene
Quantum Spirit: Being, Consciousness, and
Quantum Spirit: Being, Consciousness, and Everything
Idealists and realists alike long to discover a theory that is profound, simple, elegant, and free of counterintuitive insult and dualistic paradox. Is there something that when represented in phase with our scientific knowledge, theologies, and philosophies can resolve them into a unified theory of everything? Is there some common denominator, some underlying condition that is the basis and support for all that exists?
I'm not sure what to
I'm not sure what to think of this, but the BBC sure loves glamorizing mobile phones to the nth degree: Asia puts faith in mobiles
Mobiles phones are not usually seen in the West as a way of keeping in touch with God.
It's been a long day-
It's been a long day- OT at work and about four hours rehearsing and just getting home. There's a freeze warning tonight, which really is disconcerting but spring's verve is stronger than winter's jealous claws.
Tree pollen is starting to coat everything, even my keyboard. No, wait, don't go there. It's a wonderful sign that even more light and life await. May is my most favored month and I plan a wide array of cosmic outdoor activities,
There is nothng at all going on in my life of the kind that 90% of the blog world posts. Everything is just peachy, and whenever there is more time, I'll set out some more creative work. Otherwise, you reading this right now is my equivalent of unzipping my brain and letting it flop about the bar, as I buy you a beer for listening.
Virginia is having some issues:
We're here to prove than when a U.S. state attacks the fundamental legal rights of gays and lesbians, gays and lesbians know how to fight back. Please join us in boycotting Virginia companies and their products and services. And by all means, don't take your tourism dollars there until they disprove their new slogan, "Virginia is for Haters."
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Laser-o-vision: A system that projects
Laser-o-vision: A system that projects light beams directly into the eye could change the way we see the world.
Had a wild barbecue party
Had a wild barbecue party last night, complete with random Shakespeare and, well, antics and cosmic well-done braggadocio that were quite fun yet somewhat slipped through the grill memory-wise. Damn cider!
It was a wonderful rainy day (I'm one of those weirdos that delight in wet weather). Tonight I have achieved nothing in large quantities, which is the compensation for the break-neck pace of the past few weeks. With the Complete Word of God (Abridged) show in the can and packed away, I'm now in the home stretch of rehearsals for Twelfth Night at NC Stage, opening next week (!). The speech at the Gay Rights rally is over, and soon, I'll only be down to a few major projects... two websites, and notably, finishing up all my doctoral work.
I've been yawning all day, and at this very moment it's got the best of me. Some of you have said that you'd like to see more personal seepage here. Well, here ya go. It's exciting here and there with scattered dullness, and tonight, at your request, a bit of dullness.
At least, for me, I've discovered that dullness can be deeply fulfilling in a Taoist way... indeed, in a rather silly way it's a measure of existence, for which great thanks is owed.
Return of badger badger badger
Tool use in birds and
The Sensory Homunculus [via
The Sensory Homunculus [via MeFi]
This model shows what a man's body would look like if each part grew in proportion to the area of the cortex of the brain concerned with its sensory perception.
This is what happens if
This is what happens if you steal wood in Iraq (3mb wmv, via MeFi)
This is a disturbing film from Frontline that will make you question about America's plan for 'democratization' in Iraq.
The rally went well (sparsely
The rally went well (sparsely attended, maybe 100 peeps), and very good speeches. The speech was well received and felt very good to give. Thanks all for your support!
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The two-spirit tradition in Native
The first step on the path to a two-spirit life was taken during childhood. The Papago ritual is representative of this early integration: If parents noticed that a son was disinterested in boyish play or manly work they would set up a ceremony to determine which way the boy would be brought up. They would make an enclosure of brush, and place in the center both a man’s bow and a woman’s basket. The boy was told to go inside the circle of brush and to bring something out, and as he entered the brush would be set on fire. “They watched what he took with him as he ran out, and if it was the basketry materials they reconciled [sic] themselves to his being a berdache.”
Going down, down, down
The Hubble Space Telescope has seen a brilliant circle of bright blue stars in a rare example of a "ring galaxy" - the result of a galactic collision.
"Canto of a Setting Moon"
The cockeyed smile of a ruddy crescent
I'll be speaking tomorrow at a Gay Rights rally downtown in response to the presence of a certain well-known hate-monger here in town. Below is the text of the speech. I wanted to focus on an un-angry call for unity and freedom to counter the invective and hatred that his entourage will likely dredge up. As always, my themes can't help but be global. I'm a globe-head.
Address to 2004 Asheville, N.C. Gay Rights Rally
WE STAND HERE TODAY, under this beautiful sky, enfolded in the comfort of verdant mountains bursting with new life, as a testament to the power of unity. It is through this coming together, with love as our beacon, that we shall endure and prosper over those who claim righteousness through hatred and bigotry. We stand to be counted as those who will not be divided by polarizing rhetoric or the politics of fear. We stand together in joy to proclaim that neither individuals, nor governments can assert a monopoly over morality and faith. For too long religion has been used as a weapon against us; now we stand to reclaim our human rights and among them, the inherent right to practice and interpret morality and faith on our terms. We ask that right not be hindered, but lauded by a nation renewed by a quest for freedom for all people. Boldly, may we seek the same protection for those who would oppress us; in our vigor to continue our struggle toward equality, we must not forgo the fairness we seek for ourselves.
As we gather here to advocate for fairness and justice, may we understand that our struggle is not exclusively limited to the right to marry, the right to freedom from discrimination, or the right to be protected by the law. Our struggle, in order to be effective, must be locked arm in arm in solidarity will all like struggles for human rights; as we advance toward equality, we must not forget to march for women’s justice, to march for racial justice, to march for economic justice, to march for democracy, to march for the Earth. These movements are all linked by the universal birthright to grow, to evolve, to live free from fear of the unjust, and to live in harmony and accord with all those with whom we share our brief time on this delicate sphere as we dance around the sun.
Our movement must also bring to awareness the fact that ours is not some new fangled fancy quest for special treatment. Indeed, that we are standing here speaks to the bravery of those who’ve made the way for us to trailblaze into the future. We must not forget them; we need to hearken to old traditions and forgotten histories in order to see ourselves in context. As the missionaries swept into the new world hundreds of years ago, the first fronts against our identities in America were opened as native cultures fell to the gun and the cross, using a distorted and hijacked interpretation of Christianity. The First Nations celebrated and affirmed our ancestors place in the tribe; they lived, worked, married in freedom, often with spiritual sanction as medicine men and women, healers, and walkers-between-the-worlds. They were the berdache, the winkte, the nadleehe, the mexoga, the hemaneh. The point is that Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals and the Transgendered were preceded on the continent by those who were not exiled or ridiculed for their sexuality, but included and welcomed. Today, as we stand in the heart of the former Tsalagi Nation, no matter what family history moves through our blood, we stand for inclusiveness and welcoming again, and I do it the name of those who lived free before me.
And that’s just America; on every continent on this glistening Earth, our traditions lived on in many ways in countless cultures, and to this day in Africa, Polynesia, Siberia, India and many other regions, native peoples persist in maintaining their cultures and our place within them despite the onslaught of judgementalism and mental insularity that is broadcasted daily from our western civilization-in-peril. Our duty to posterity is to change the message our civilization-in-peril broadcasts, starting right here, right now, in big and little ways.
There is an old song; “We are an old people, we are a new people, we are the same people, deeper than before.” It applies to all of us, gay or straight. We are an old people in that our identity has been validated by cultures and spiritual faiths across the globe, for thousands of years. We are a new people in that the challenges we face daily are unrivaled in history, and we must dare to invent new ways to trek toward freedom. We are the same people because time has not erased our kind; we love the way we do in the same ways that our ancestors loved, our orientations are not some quirk of fate but biologically, sociologically and spiritually justified, though we need no excuse to be who we are.
We are deeper than before because we as a species continue to grow and evolve, we become further enmeshed in the mysteries of existence and the ardor of the cosmos. Freedom means more to us now than ever before, and little by little, as our work moves fear to give way to love, may we use it wisely. As we stand today for human rights, may we use the freedom won by our efforts justly, and in love’s holy name, never allow it to be denied again.
The Ern Malley Poetry Hoax:
The Ern Malley Poetry Hoax: The greatest literary hoax of the twentieth century was concocted by a couple of Australian soldiers at their desks in the offices of the Victoria Barracks in Melbourne, land headquarters of the Australian army, on a quiet Saturday in October 1943.
"Ern's" poems here. [via monkeyfilter]
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Beauty thrives where it is least sought
CONTEXT: When on a walk along the river today, I found this swarm of butterflies busily attending to a pile of horseshit. Of course, it's a bit funny to our general biological prejudices, but it was the most beautiful scene... so many butterflies, swirling through the air and alighting on this one peculiar spot, making use of something we humans cringe at. I stayed and watched in utter astonishment, and had just enough time to fire off a moblog post before they all flew off and the sky was a blaze of yellow. Leaving, of course, a supposedly ordinary and typically rueful pile of horseshit.
A nice way to start
A nice way to start your day, if hungover from the cast party: a meditation on right now
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The things I do for theater...
For Japanese Hostages, Release Only
The first three hostages, including a woman who helped street children on the streets of Baghdad, first appeared on television two weeks ago as their knife-brandishing kidnappers threatened to slit their throats. A few days after their release, they landed here on Sunday, in the eye of a peculiarly Japanese storm.
Shakespeare's Coined Words Now Common
• Method in the madness
Surprise Comet on Display
After months of waiting for two promising comets to appear in Earth's skies, backyard astronomers were buzzing with excitement Thursday over a photograph of a third comet that's just entered the scene and appears poised to take center stage.
Tonight was opening night for our silly little play; many things went very wrong on the tech end of things, and I felt rather off in my performance, but the audience ate it up and loved it. I'm very pleased to be almost done with this beast.
The ironic thing is that I had to shave my nipple (!) for this show, and naturally, it's called "The Complete Word of God (Abridged)." Only in a show wirtten by a troupe of rowdy British theater queens, using the bible as comedy material, would an actor have to consider taking a razor to his very soft and sensitive bits for some Janet Jacksonesque laughs.
"Pastie" pictures available for the highest (or craziest) bidder...
Outsourcing environmental leadership: One nation,
Outsourcing environmental leadership: One nation, underperforming
Modern environmentalism can fairly be described as an American invention. It got its rhetoric from John Muir, its fighting savvy from David Brower, its sense of the world from Rachel Carson, and its institutional framework from the Congress of the Nixon years, which bowed before the loud will of the American people in the years after Earth Day I. The rest of the industrialized world followed, its NGOs patterned on the Sierra Club and Friends of the Earth, its laws modeled on ours. We paved the road; we drove innovation.
A new report [complete PDF
A new report [complete PDF here] by the Center for Biological Diversity reports that 114 species have gone extinct in the first twenty years of the Endangered Species Act, mostly due to lack of enforcement and political ineptitude.
Squeezing the maximum food from
It's Earth Day! I'll be
It's Earth Day! I'll be posting only environmental/ecological links today. Let's start with doing something...
Oi vey! It's been so
Oi vey! It's been so windy here that the cable blew down- no net at home tonight. But, no worries really, since I'm in dress rehearsal tonight and just won't have much time to play again 'til Saturday.
Well, I play a bit at work too but that doesn't count.
This will be big: The
This will be big: The CPA of Iraq rips off the Brookings Institution website, via MeFi and TPM.
...a quick look under the hood of each site shows that either the CPA or Brookings snagged the other outfit's website and remodeled it as their own.
Sad, but the fight ain't
Sad, but the fight ain't over: Oregon judge orders halt to gay marriage licences
A judge on Tuesday ordered a halt to same-sex marriage in an Oregon county that for weeks has been the only place in the nation where gays can get married.
Aboriginal curse put on
An Aboriginal woman clad in animal skins has put a traditional curse on Prime Minister John Howard, apparently in retaliation for government plans to abolish Australia's top indigenous elected body.
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This is a new translation
This is a new translation of Sei Shonagon's "Pillow Book", a 10th century blog: Pillow Talk
Campaign in the membrane: Science
Campaign in the membrane: Using M.R.I.'s to See Politics on the Brain
He lay inside an M.R.I. machine, watching commercials playing on the inside of his goggles as neuroscientists from the University of California, Los Angeles, measured the blood flow in his brain.
Dreamt that I lived in
Dreamt that I lived in this woodsy bungalow, and someone had come to mow the yard (something I've been neglecting to do for the love of the lush green). I was prattling about when the someone in question poked her head in the front door: it was a neighbor who'd gone ballistic and crazy several years back... she'd fling poo at my car and involve me in wild conspiracy theories. Upon seeing for whom she was mowing, she flipped out and became quite violent. I removed her from the premises with a forcefield, and in her wake she left an beautiful but critically injured green snake. So amazingly green. I invited the snake into my home, where she curled up in a corner and dined on cornmeal as I frantically sought out the services of a vet to care for her tail severe wound. Upon returning from my unsuccessful foray, the snake had completely regenerated, and with a sweet and thankful countenance, slipped out the backdoor into the wild...
Writing on the Brain I
I was recently asked what it takes to become a writer. Three things, I answered: first, one must cultivate incompetence at almost every other form of profitable work. This must be accompanied, second, by a haughty contempt for all the forms of work that one has established one cannot do. To these two must be joined, third, the nuttiness to believe that other people can be made to care about your opinions and views and be charmed by the way you state them. Incompetence, contempt, lunacy—once you have these in place, you are set to go.
Kos: In Bush's world, the
Kos: In Bush's world, the Saudis are ranked higher than his own Secretary of State. And they reciprocate with cheap oil for Bush's reelection fight.
Adopt-a-Bat: These bats live
The 'Einstein' probe Gravity Probe
Gravity Probe B will test Einstein's ideas about space and time and how the Earth distorts them. It will carry four near-perfect spheres in gyroscopes to help verify two key elements of Einstein's theory. The probe will align itself with a "guide star" IM Pegasi so that their spin axes point to this star. Over the course of the year the spin axes will be monitored for tiny changes that could be caused by the effects Einstein described.
3-D Models of Egyptian Antiquities
The 'Bounce' rock's cosmic portent
A few days ago, on its slow roll across the Martian terrain at its landing site at Meridiani Planum, an iron-oxide-rich area near the planet's equator, Opportunity's controllers noticed an odd-looking, football-shaped rock lying in the red dust. They named the rock "Bounce," because the lander most likely hit it as it bounced along the surface, cushioned by its airbags, before coming to rest inside the little crater called Eagle.
"Consciousness of Streaming"
It's Venus that hangs low and steady
Terence McKenna: Novelty and Time
The Time Wave is an algorithm derived from certain mathematical relationships inherent in the King Wen sequence of sixty-four hexagrams of the I-Ching. This algorithm, when displayed as a wave and overlaid onto a given notion of historical time, appears to chart what McKenna calls history's "the ebb and flow". That is, where the Time Wave predicts a period of great novelty (as understood to be a period of innovation, transformation, or planetary crisis), a look at that moment in recorded history should show a corresponding event, recognizable as being of great significance. His Time Wave appears to correspond with surprising accuracy with such events as planet-wide mass-extinctions of species, cometary impacts, mankind's development and implementation of certain technologies, great social upheavals, and times of aesthetic renaissance.
Sufism and Quantum Physics There
There are parallels in Sufism and in quantum theory. A view of the world is very similar to the views, held by Sufis and modern physicists. In contrast to the mechanistic world view of the Westerners, for the Sufis all things and events perceived by the senses are interrelated, connected, and are but different aspects or manifestations of the same ultimate reality. For Sufis “Enlightenment” is an experience to become aware of the unity and mutual interrelation of all things, to transcend the notion of an isolated individual self, and to identify themselves with the ultimate reality.
The World Wide Panorama On
On Saturday, March 20, more than 180 photographers in 40 countries around the world celebrated the Equinox by creating VR panoramas. This site showcases the results of their efforts.
I just cast my ballot
I just cast my ballot in the state Democratic caucus for president. Apparently, there's been a huge turnout for my vote-getter, Dennis Kucinich. This is very reassuring news.
It's a gorgeous day. When I first woke up, I dragged myself out to the deck for the deeply penetrating sunlight and the most raucous chorus of bird; starling, cardinal, mockingbird, mourning dove, while carpenter bees practices a buzzing ballet against a shimmering blue sky.
When I have a spare moment, I plan on sharing my response to seeing 'The Laramie Project' last night. It was powerful, brought me to tears, and reignited a wick within whose light shines for justice and equality. It has inspired my preparations for the address I'll be making at the gay rights rally next week. It's been years since I've done anything so brazenly political.
It's time to do manly things; mow the lawn, reattach a the passenger side mirror on my car with epoxy, duct tape and a few long screws (!). I hope that wherever you are, it's so beautifully engaging outside that you can't bear to look at a computer screen another second.
UPDATE: Dennis Kucinich won my county and will pick up delegates!
Spooky: the McGurk effect [Quicktime
Spooky: the McGurk effect [Quicktime req'd]
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I'm off to see the
I'm off to see the Laramie Project tonight... I've been wanting to see this for some time now. It'll be in preparation for my address to our Gay Rights/Equality rally on the 25th.
Lens effect reveals distant world
The most distant known planet has been detected orbiting a star some 17,000 light-years away, say astronomers. It was found because, as seen from the Earth, it passed in front of a more distant star and its gravity amplified the background star's light.
From the Murky Depths :
From the Murky Depths : Fathoming the lasting appeal of Saint-Exupéry and "The Little Prince."
In 2000, divers off the coast of Marseille discovered the wreck of a Lockheed Lightning P38 plane that crashed into the sea in 1944. Last week the news went round the world that the wreck's serial number had been confirmed as belonging to the plane of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944), aviator and author of "The Little Prince." First published in 1943 in French and English, "The Little Prince" is said to be one of the best-selling books in the world, surpassed only by the Bible and "Das Kapital." Sixty years after its first appearance, "The Little Prince" still sells over a million copies each year. Still, the overwhelming interest in this wreck and its pilot is extraordinary. What motivates the sainted exuberance of Saint-Exupéry's many fans?
In lieu of poetry I
In lieu of poetry I could write tonight, I give you toilet stall poetry: The Writings on the Stall
Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra;
Oh So Natural: Sexual selection,
Oh So Natural: Sexual selection, the Good Book and why gay is good...
Now, while the rest of the country is grappling with the issue of gay marriage, Stanford evolutionary ecologist Joan Roughgarden is trying to untangle Darwin’s mess by publishing Evolution’s Rainbow: Diversity, Gender and Sexuality in Nature and People. Roughgarden’s thesis begins with the idea that since homosexuality is not a reproductive strategy, according to Darwin it’s an aberration that should die off. But instead of deciding that homosexuality is wrong from an evolutionary standpoint, Roughgarden arrived at another conclusion: Darwin’s theory of sexual selection must be wrong. Traveling this path and others, her book marks the first time that a scientist has presented a cogent challenge to one of Darwin’s sacred cows.
Big Bang glow hints at
Could the Universe be shaped like a medieval horn? It may sound like a surrealist's dream, but according to Frank Steiner at the University of Ulm in Germany, recent observations hint that the cosmos is stretched out into a long funnel, with a narrow tube at one end flaring out into a bell. It would also mean that space is finite. Adopting such an apparently outlandish model could explain two puzzling observations. The first is the pattern of hot and cold spots in the cosmic microwave background radiation, which shows what the Universe looked like just 380,000 years after the Big Bang.
Jesus Christ: Choose your own
Jesus Christ: Choose your own savior.
When Mel Gibson responded to critics of his blockbuster The Passion of the Christ by saying they had a "problem with the four Gospels," not with his film, he was staking a claim to authenticity: My Jesus is the real one, not yours. But it's not just Mel. Everyone claims their Jesus is the "real" one, the only authentic Christ unperverted by secular society or religious institutions. The best-selling fiction book The Da Vinci Code, which posits among other things that Jesus fathered a child by Mary Magdalene, styles itself as a fact-based account of the "real" Jesus, who has been covered up by a Vatican conspiracy. Academics who seek evidence for the Jesus of history attempt to peel away layers of the Gospel narratives until the genuine Jewish prophet is revealed. Nowadays, even nonbelievers assert a superior understanding of who the actual Jesus really was and what he stood for.
Veil lifted on the
Nasa's Spitzer Space Telescope has seen a display of hot stars behind a dust cloud that hid one of the most violent regions of star birth in our galaxy. Some of the stars are estimated to be 100,000 times brighter than our Sun.
Another excellent essay at FutureHi:
Another excellent essay at FutureHi: Counter Culture 2.0
The counter-culture of the Sixties was an amazingly vibrant and exciting time. I was a small child when it reached it's peak, and it still forged a tremendous imprint on my psyche. I grew up in places like Laguna Beach and Los Altos, California. I have vivid memories of hanging out at the beach in the late 60's watching naked guys (probably on acid) riding their bikes straight off the pier. My parents tried to shield me from them, but it didn't work. Once I had a taste of the "energy" these people exuded, it never wore off. As a child of 4 or 5 it was pretty obvious these guys were having lots of fun and I wanted to be a part of it. For at least the first 10 years of my life I had lots of exposure to hippies of every variety in my home neighborhood, including this incredibly gifted artist who made the most intense, colorful, beautiful psychedelic drawings I have ever seen, which right then and there turned me on to art forever.
The Onion Taken Seriously, Film
The article in the Beijing Evening News told a shocking story of American hubris: Congress was behaving like a petulant baseball team and threatening to bolt Washington, D.C., unless it got a new, modern Capitol building, complete with retractable roof. There was a problem with the story. Rather than do his own original reporting, Evening News writer Huang Ke had cribbed, nearly word for word, his text from an American publication. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Ke hadn't bothered to vet the source he had plagiarized: The Onion.
Paintings of myths and stories
Paintings of myths and stories from the Getty Museum.
Let's deconstruct the press
Let's deconstruct the press conference, shall we?
This could go down as one of the worst presidential press conferences in all American history. The fun part is, what will this do to voter sentiment? We might have to whack a few out of their trance from tripping on the tie.
Sobering but very well put:
Sobering but very well put: If Ignorance is Bliss, What Should Intellectuals Do?
I suggest complete acceptance of the dirty truth. When our expectations of life do not exceed its capacity, we will hopefully get the same comforts of the person in fantasy-land. So, here are some admissions. Get ready to "suck it up" as they say:
- Nobody will ever understand you completely.
A Rising Son: Remember Randall
A Rising Son: Remember Randall Terry, founder of Operation Rescue and well known anti-gay speaker? Well, now meet his son...
Massive list of important authors
Massive list of important authors and their contributions to the literati. Astounding! [via Reality Carnival]
Memecosystems: Are animal minds suitable
Memecosystems: Are animal minds suitable habitats for memes?
Milk-bottle opening behavior in a species of bird known as the British tit has been put forward as an example of a meme in a non-human animal. The existence of this type of case has lead some thinkers to believe that non-human minds can acquire memes. I believe that the British tit's behavior has been misinterpreted as memetic. In this ePaper, I argue that milk-bottle opening in the British tit can be explained by appealing to its innate behavioral repertoire.
US forces' use of depleted
'There is a moral point to be made here. This war was about Iraq possessing illegal weapons of mass destruction -- yet we are using weapons of mass destruction ourselves.' He added: 'Such double-standards are repellent.'
Dig discovery is oldest 'pet
The oldest known evidence of people keeping cats as pets may have been discovered by archaeologists. The discovery of a cat buried with what could be its owner in a Neolithic grave on Cyprus suggests domestication of cats had begun 9,500 years ago.
VICTORY! If you look back
VICTORY! If you look back over a few days of posting, you'll notice that your humble host was furious over the Great State of North Carolina losing his 1998 tax return, issuing a heavy penalty+interest, and sending notice to dock his pay. Well during a rather gloomy call from an auditor, it was discovered that yes indeed [duh!] I had filed, and that they filed under the wrong social security number. So, the action is being reversed and the panic is over. If feel so damn relieved, as $220 a check would've sunk me.
Praise be to Whoever!
Outrage: a reporter's view of
Outrage: a reporter's view of Fallujah during last week's 'pacification operation.'
A gentle, urbane man who spoke fluent English, Al-Nazzal was beside himself with fury at the Americans' actions (when I asked him if it was all right to use his full name, he said, "It's ok. It's all ok now. Let the bastards do what they want.") With the "ceasefire," large-scale bombing was rare. The primary modes of attack were a little bit of heavy artillery and a lot of snipers. Al-Nazzal told us about ambulances being hit by snipers, women and children being shot. Describing the horror that the siege of Fallujah had become, he said, "I have been a fool for 47 years. I used to believe in European and American civilization."
Ecological Art Galleries: Goldsworthy, Hull,
Ecological Art Galleries: Goldsworthy, Hull, outdoor art, architecture, recycled art, and more
"Resurrection by Way of a Tuft of Orange Cat Fur"
Yesterday, I saw the most amazing thing just outside the window. I had just removed a rather useless fence, and was taking a moment’s respite from the exertion. Ursula the cat had been there with me while I pulled out the fenceposts, amused with the sudden openness in the greening yard which my efforts afforded. She was grooming herself, and at one apparently unremarkable moment, removed a tuft of orange fur shed from her winter coat. The brain processes six million bits of information per second, and this stimuli registered fairly low in priority, just another extraneous detail. Until I was sipping tea at my window...
A fleet, solitary member of one of my most beloved tribe of birds, a titmouse, fluttered down, pecking for seeds beneath the bird feeder, freshly restocked. With a few hops, the bird had discovered Ursula’s discarded fur, and made off with it in her beak. It took a minute for the awe to strike, but it did. The hair of a rather imposing cat was being used to build a nest for a tiny, delicate bird! What a great cascading of metaphor and message that flowed from the upward flight of a little grey bird. Maybe a ‘normal person’ wouldn’t react the same way, but I stood there wonderstruck at a cat and bird story, an allegory of natural recycling, an echo to the inner work this season makes to rise like the sap in the tree that will clasp tomorrow’s nest.
Today is a feast day for the spirit of resurrection. Not just for members of a particular religion, but for the Earth herself. The sap is risen indeed, alleluia. The nest is built indeed, alleluia. The wild violets are in bloom, bright and glorious, alleluia. You can walk down a city street in a rain of breeze-blown petals, alleluia. What was sloughed off a minute or a season ago is now useful for the sweet sake of life’s tenacity, alleluia.
I’m looking out the same window now and everything fits within the mantra of what is indeed risen, and worthy of devotion. Spring’s verdant mantle is graciously placed upon each living thing I see and that which I don’t see. This season surely inspired the very first primal spiritual reckonings, and indeed is a time of sacred festival in countless cultures, faiths and mythologies; no guesswork is required as to why. The Goddesses and Gods have returned from their vacation home in the tropics to bless the land again. And we are told by our own bodies to bless each other with passion and the rigors of love and praise of the skin.
The growth without, unrelenting, commands the growth within. We hearken to the changes, in some way, even if their song is quiet, and sometimes thoughtlessly discharge the useless in our lives in response. The joy of the lesson yesterday is that even what you’ve let go of in the process is good and holy, and useful still though at the time you might not understand why. I’ve much to let go of and I’m all too aware of the contents, but in so surrendering what is known there’s a secret tide that goes out with it, and then the rush of a beautiful day like today sweeps in to fill that space.
It was a year ago today, in Haiti, that in a moment of anxiety an unseen hand clutched my right shoulder out of the clear blue sky, with a chorus of rooster calls and the bells of shoeshine men ringing up alleluia, and my fear had risen indeed. No human hand could have done that but I was surrounded by souls singing “Don’t worry about a thing, ‘cause every little thing’s gonna be alright.” I started to believe in the words, and was lifted out of fear by a montage of beauty and hope in a city whose mortar is despair. One year later, and the challenge level of my own life has increased steadfast. There is much within me that is not needed, a great deal of energy that needs to be cast into the cosmos that something more may come of it. An old mentor once told me “energy is energy, kid,” and to release it makes way for newness. That it what is happening in the Redbud tree just a few feet away. Where last year’s leaves once were is where bright pink blossoms border on explosive flowering. And as I disperse what is useless to make way for my own flowering, I remember that touch from beyond that reassures and reminds us that ultimately, every little thing shall be alright, as some little bird gathers my dispersions to make useful again.
Right now all I hear is birdsong. Surely, it resounded through this valley the same day last year. But not in the same way, nor with the same nests. Leaves have fallen, and wild violets are pushing through the detritus of a forgotten season. Renewal, resurrection and rebirth are not the province of human ritual; they foundational elements of an organic universe, a living planet, itself a revolving and evolving theology. It’s amazing how a tint little event, a bird whisking away a small puff of cat hair, can reel the mind. Natural enemies, united by location and fate for a noble purpose, help complete a vital cycle, and teach a human, strained from removing an unwanted fence, that resurrection is as easy as letting go.
I’ll be looking for a nest, and its firstlings, up in the pine tree and ahead in the course of my days. The Earth, in all her emanations, including you and me, in all the faiths of her children, in all her color and blazes of glory, in all the passions and pangs of love’s ardor, has risen indeed. Alleluia.
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Was it Thursday night
Was it Thursday night that we were all gathered around, laughing over variations on this theme over Brooklyn Lager and fries? Can't be true, but it is: Actors Whip Easter Bunny at Church Show
A church trying to teach about the crucifixion of Jesus performed an Easter show with actors whipping the Easter bunny and breaking eggs, upsetting several parents and young children.
Okay, so it's not a joke, and the line has been crossed. This is another painfully obvious sign that the whole point of that rebellious rabbi two thousand years ago has been lost to the hijackers of what in essense began as a beautiful faith. Actually, the hijacking really began with Paul, and later the Romans, then King James, and now a relatively new (hundreds of years kind of new, not this year kind of new) trend of dogmatic literalism.
There are those who are working feverishly to take it back, by studying Aramaic and the original and expunged texts from the scrolls. Jesus' raw concepts are not lost, but they're in serious jeopardy. Mel Gibson didn't help. There's more and more data coming out in the translations that's downright revolutionary.
And what really irks me here is the branding of the rabbit 'pagan.' Sure, the rabbit was/is a symbol of fertility and spring, but it's also a creature made, according to the literalists, by God himself. For us to whip? Christ, a dog is a symbol in some religions too, when will the 'Christian' Coalition issue a fatwa against Lassie? It burns my britches.
Um, well Happy Easter, and may the Deep Peace of the Goddess Oestara abide with rabbit lovers everywhere.
This week marks the
This week marks the 1 year anniversary of my voyage to Haiti. I'll be posting snippets and memories of the trip for the next several days, including pictures.
Our primary guide in Haiti, Djaloki Dessables, has written an amazing article called "Western Debt; The Invisible External Debt of our Western World."
We have learned from our Elders, who themselves learned from our Ancestors, that the Divine Source created several worlds connected with each other. From our human perspective there is the visible world, where Humans consciously dwell and the invisible world, where Ancestors and Spirits dwell, as well as to where Humans make frequent incursions, usually unconsciously. Without getting into a detailed description of the Spirits, let us say for the moment, that they roughly correspond, in western words, to immaterial energies whose effects can be perceived by Humans at the physical, emotional, mental or psychic level, such as moods, archetypes or natural forces...
The article goes on to state that thi balance has been unsettled because of our forgetfulness, and we are in a state of 'debt' to the spiritual realm. Taking sacred actions reverses these debts.
The Long Now Foundation The
The Long Now Foundation was established in 01996** to develop Clock and "Library" projects as well as to become the seed of a very long term cultural institution. It has been nearly 10,000 years since the end of the last ice age and the beginnings of civilization. Progress lately is often measured on a "faster/cheaper" scale. The Long Now Foundation seeks to promote "slower/better" thinking and to foster creativity in the framework of the next 10,000 years.
Ain't that something? My net
Ain't that something? My net wasn't cut off afterall, (yes, I am late on the bill, but... ) but was actually the victim of a county-wide service outage. How joyously wonderful! My new phone has been a "godzilla-send" for my email and posting to the site in the absence of the one megabyte per second stream. It's a relief, but a definate kick in the tukhas that I need to be better about paying my damn bills on time...
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Only Vermont, Oklahoma, Kansas, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alaska and Hawaii to go...
Quite a bit more to go. It's easier to just say where I've been: US, Canada, Haiti (one year ago this week, more on that later), France, Spain, Germany, Czech Rep., Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, and Austria.
My travel wishlist prior to becoming worm food: North America: Vermont, British Columbia, Ontario, Alaska, Hawaii. Asia: India, Nepal, Thailand, Indonesia (Bali). Africa: Kenya, Ghana, Morocco. Europe: UK, Ireland, Greece, Italy, Turkey. South America: Argentina, Peru, Brazil, Uruguay. Central America: Guatemala, Costa Rica, Honduras, Mexico. Oceania: Fiji, Samoa, Tahiti, New Zealand. Australia: Of bloody course.
I am diagnosed with the manic condition "travel bug." I will go anywhere at any time for any reason, or lack thereof. Money, of course, is what tempers this ecstatic affliction.
Today, I'm going here.
Spooks or sparks? Sicilian Blazes
Spooks or sparks? Sicilian Blazes Put Science to the Test
A series of spontaneous fires started in mid-January in the town of Canneto di Caronia in about 20 houses. After a brief respite last month, the almost daily fires have flared up again -- even though electricity to the village was cut off.
Just got back from a
Just got back from a very fun night. I've taken tomorrow off and look very much forward to sleeping in and taking a trek to Linville to see Grandfather mountain and get out of the usual diversions for a day.
Can We Imagine the Far
TRY imagining what the world will be like in the year 3000. Some serious thinkers are starting to do just that. But can our minds even project that far? How will we work, play, propagate, communicate, worship, wonder? What forms of bodies will we have? What will our cities look like? How many nations will there be? How long will we live? What technologies will be available to us? What about family, business, government, education? How deep into space will humans have ventured? How many people will live on Earth? How strange will it be? Most of us don't know what we'll be doing a year from now; why then should we care about what our descendents will be doing a thousand years from now? It's fun to speculate, sure; but envisioning the year 3000 may be more than an idle exercise or mere amusement. Our time-traveling futurists explain.
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This was from a hot round of pool last night with Joshua. I'm posting it now because I feel like it.
Duh! Study says (remarkably) that
Duh! Study says (remarkably) that television leads to attention deficits, so turn it off.
Helps to avoid viral marketing, too.
Private spaceflight draws closer
A very interesting interpretation of
A very interesting interpretation of the Tao Te Ching [via MeFi]
Tao doesn't have a name.
Stop wanting stuff. It keeps you from seeing what's real.
These two statements have the same meaning.
Time for another war! Yay!
Time for another war! Yay! Drug war has failed, Iraq has failed, Afghanistan has failed... gee, what's left? SMUT!!!
And somewhere far off, a voice cries out... "you'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands!" In honor of this new *offensive* I bring you the man who started it all: the photography of Robert Mapplethorpe!
"In the Dinghy"
I had the most interesting dream; I had refused to pilot a ship through what was charted to be rough waters... I walked around the bow of what seemed like a tanker, looked out an a fog obscured ocean, and turned back to the pilot house with a changed mind. The crew was surprised to see me back to take the wheel and with a lurch and a blow of the fog horn, the ship slipped into the mist... which soon parted to reveal a great pod of whales, humpbacks I think, whose songs could be heard through the bow. I was ecstatic, and I left the ship in a dinghy, paddling out along with them while rainbows broke about overhead.
The analysis of this one is fairly simple, I think. It mirrors the way I've felt lately... I'm in a little dinghy, out in the big wild ocean, to get closer to the wonder that I've been longing for. At first I rejected, then reapproached the larger, safer vessel to get to this place of desire for awe, which may be risky, but sure is beautiful.
Glasser's five needs William Glasser,
William Glasser, in his 'Control Theory' (later renamed to 'Choice Theory') detailed five needs that are quite close to Maslow's Hierarchy, but with some interesting twists.
My clothes fall in pattens
My clothes fall in pattens like this when I randomly throw them about my bedroom floor...
A flowering tree In
A flowering tree In the light of a sweet spring night
This was the first post to the website from the camera attachment of the cell phone. The pictures are a bit fuzzy so far but I've not really played around with it much.
Hooray for ridiculous gadgetry...
Cronkite: Secrets and Lies Becoming
Cronkite: Secrets and Lies Becoming Commonplace
The initial refusal of President Bush to let his national security adviser appear under oath before the 9/11 Commission might have been in keeping with a principle followed by other presidents -- the principle being, according to Bush, that calling his advisers to testify under oath is a congressional encroachment on the executive branch's turf. (Never mind that this commission is not a congressional body, but one he created and whose members he handpicked.)
Very cool: A Berry Bowl
Very cool: A Berry Bowl of Martian Spherules
...these small, strange, gray orbs were slowly deposited from a bath of dirty [Martian] water.
We try our best to
Danish philosopher Sóren Kierkegaard called it "the root of all evil. " The English Romantic poet William Wordsworth described it as a "savage torpor." To Seán Desmond Healy, the author of one of several book-length studies on the subject, boredom is the "silent scourge" of modern culture. Known as "acedia" to centuries of Christians, it was nothing less than a sin.
Enigma of Namibia's 'fairy circles'
South African botanists say they have failed to explain the mysterious round patches of bare sandy soil found in grassland on Namibia's coastal fringe.
Have a good look at
Happy Passover for those feasting
Happy Passover for those feasting tonight. In honor of the holiday, here's some tacky Passover Humor.
Just in time for this year, a group of leading medical people has published data indicating that seder participants should NOT partake of both chopped liver and charoses. It is indicated that this combination can lead to Charoses of the Liver.
Brokeback Mountain: A short story
Brokeback Mountain: A short story by Annie Proulx of gay cowboy life is being made into a mainstream Hollywood film. Straight men generally tend to exhibit rather (if not overly) lenient responses to on-screen depictions of female queerness. The question is, how will 'they,' and the rest of an tentatively queer-tolerant America react?
Links courteously ripped from Monkeyfilter. Crossposted to QueerMeta.
This blog entry in Baghdad
This blog entry in Baghdad Burning by Riverbend is very moving- from his views of the deadly riot by the followers of al-Sadr, to planning to count the stars in an electricity free night.
Lovely tale of ethics in
Lovely tale of ethics in the pharmaceutical industry: UK firm tried HIV drug on orphans
Orphans and babies as young as three months old have been used as guinea pigs in potentially dangerous medical experiments sponsored by pharmaceutical companies... British drug giant GlaxoSmithKline is embroiled in the scandal. The firm sponsored experiments on the children from Incarnation Children's Centre, a New York care home that specialises in treating HIV sufferers and is run by Catholic charities. The city health department has launched an investigation into claims that more than 100 children at Incarnation were used in 36 experiments - at least four co-sponsored by Glaxo. Some of these trials were designed to test the 'toxicity' of Aids medications. One involved giving children as young as four a high-dosage cocktail of seven drugs at one time. Another looked at the reaction in six-month-old babies to a double dose of measles vaccine.
For what it's worth, happy
For what it's worth, happy 04-04-04!
Meditative Buddhist Art [via Plep]
Meditative Buddhist Art [via Plep]
Satellite to test Einstein theory
The satellite will carry four ping-pong-sized balls made from quartz and sealed in a vacuum. The scientists behind the project say they are the most perfect spheres ever made. To ensure accuracy, the balls must be kept chilled to near absolute zero, inside the largest vacuum flask ever flown in space, and isolated from any disturbances in the quietest environment ever produced...
Photoblogging a sand mandala made
Photoblogging a sand mandala made by traveling Tibetan monks. [via MeFi]
The journey of a blouse
It is a hot, brain-stiflingly humid afternoon in the remote Zambian city of Chipata. In a nameless alley on the outskirts of a large open-air market, an extraordinary scrum is going on at my feet. Around 40 women are stooping over a pile of old clothes, pulling out shirts and tops and tossing them this way and that with appreciative squeals. Mary, the stallholder, has just slit open a fresh bale of garments all the way from England.
Dennis Kucinich stirrin' it up
Read one of his most amazing speeches, "Spirit and Stardust."
Here's an official campain video. [real]
Rock on, Denny.
Kucinich tells us at the
Kucinich tells us at the rally in Asheville today that "We are the change we've been waiting for." [ 1mb .wav ]
Dennis is an amazingly warm and moving speaker. He rejected the podium for standing with us, in the sunlight. He spoke so tenderly about our interconnection with the Earth that my eyes welled up- politicians don't usually say things like this. Especially when so much is at stake. I'll post the pictures later (I'm not at home to hook up my camera).
Among many of his points:
The cat in my lap doesn't want me to go to the Kucinich rally this morning. Avatar refuses to stop being so cute and will not extricate himself from his position of purring pleasure while I eat my cereal and type to you. Alas, I think he's holding out for Dean.
I was hoping my camera attachment for the new "tricorder" phone (it does everything but wash my clothes) would be here today so I could email pics live from the rally. I did a skit at our local Rolling Thunder democracy rally and I'm all fired up. I know we'll all have to unite behind the dour Kerry, and I'm still saddened about Dean, but Kucinich has always been my 'wishful-thinking' candidate. It's been a while since I've been in the presence of a presidential candidate, anyway.
I grew up meeting a variety of Repub politicos, and found them all stuffy and unengaging. As a kid, I wanted to be a polititician so bad (of varying party affiliation) and I always get a bit sentimental, choked up and energized at a good rally with a good candidate. And you can't help but love the underdog...
"At the Counter"
The sway of a smile carries for miles
Friday silliness: Fruit Fly
Friday silliness: Fruit Fly Fight Club
Researchers bet on fruit fly fights to expose underlying biology of aggression
Sibel Edmonds will make Richard
Sibel Edmonds will make Richard Clarke look like Mickey Mouse:
A former translator for the FBI with top-secret security clearance says she has provided information to the panel investigating the 11 September attacks which proves senior officials knew of al-Qa'ida's plans to attack the US with aircraft months before the strikes happened... The Bush administration, meanwhile, has sought to silence her and has obtained a gagging order from a court by citing the rarely used "state secrets privilege".
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UPDATE! No way! It really worked. Thanks to the fine folks at MFOP2, I was able to post to the website from my cell phone. If my camera comes tomorrow, I'll be sending pictures live from the Kucinich rally downtown.
Very uber geeky. Anyway, you may wonder what moblogging is... here you go.
Do we do this on
Do we do this on a mass scale? Simulating Psychosis
Delusions, hallucinations and distortions of thinking are the hallmarks of psychosis, a reality-bending mental state that has occupied thinkers since ancient times. Driven by the desire to better understand this puzzling condition, a small but growing band of scientists have been attempting since the 1970s to create computer simulations of the psychotic mind. Although this work has produced some exciting results, including an effective treatment for auditory hallucinations, it has found itself struggling with some crucial questions, not least of which is, "what is mental illness?"
Tuscan Mystery to be Unearthed
Archaeological digging might soon unveil the mystery surrounding a sword buried in a Gothic abbey in Tuscany, Italian researchers announced. Known as the "sword in the stone," the Tuscan "Excalibur" is said to have been plunged into a rock in 1180 by Galgano Guidotti, a medieval knight who renounced war and worldly goods to become a hermit.
"Twelfth Night to the Tenth Power"
Wow... I found out tonight that I was recruited to perform in NC Stage's production of Twelfth Night next month. This will be my first paid acting gig in quite some time, but more importantly, NCSC is a very "pro" theater. Excitement and jitters abound. Last week I had two theatrical gigs... the pace is accelerating in ways I'd never have expected.
Tomorrow I'll be performing at our local Rolling Thunder Democracy event (another out of the blue gig). My next show (the raunchy comedy "The Complete Word of God (Abridged)" opens in three weeks. Things appear to be popping out of the clear blue sky as far as opportunities to be creative.
Which reminds me to keep telling myself; "ask and ye shall receive, bozo."
Top 100 April Fool's Day
#1: The Swiss Spaghetti Harvest
Very big and hungry spider in my office
Please say it ain't so:
Please say it ain't so: Nader a threat to Kerry, polls say
Five weeks after he announced he is running for president again, early polls show Ralph Nader having the same influence on the 2004 election that he had in 2000 -- taking just enough votes from the Democratic candidate to ensure a victory for George W. Bush.
I was listening to the first day of Air America yesterday and a commentator echoed my thoughts exactly: like the idea, like the policies Nader proposes, but it's just not the right time. We're in a democratic crisis, possibly the most dramatic in American history. I don't really like John Kerry, but I'll settle in a second for him over the mock president lording over us now. Maybe in non-swing states we could "vote swap" as was proposed in 2000. But then again, every last vote counts and is a chip knocked off the wall that has been erected between we the people and the government allegedly there to represent our will.
Native American Trickster Tales In
In the Native American oral tradition, the vulgar but sacred Trickster assumes many forms. He can be Old-Man Coyote among the Crow tribes, Raven in northwestern Indian lore, or, more generically, "The Tricky One" (such as Wakdjunkaga among the Winnebago or Manabozho among the Menomini), to mention just a few of his manifestations.
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You contain everything
Everything contains you
If you desire the Infinite,
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Ten Considerations for Being Well n this Goofy Universe
0. If you find yourself
wonderstruck, don’t forget to return the favor. 1. Always be of service to
the whole and the Holy. You’ll find that the Holy will reciprocate by being
of service to your becoming Whole. 2. You will be called upon
to use your mind and your vision in ways I cannot possibly glimpse. Never
turn down an offer to shine that light so uniquely yours to help others in
their darkness, and you’ll find that when it’s your turn to be in the night
that there’ll be someone along the way who happens to have a little glow to
share . 3. The rewards of being
true to yourself are infinite, even when outwardly your efforts are met
with nothing. 4. You’ll also see that
knowledge and wisdom will come from within yourself through your own
struggle and curiosity... your loved ones may guide you to insight, but
yours is the power to choose it. 5. You’ll find that some of
your choices could’ve been better, or at times were downright stupid. That’s
okay... I have a closet full of reckless decisions, but without making them
I wouldn’t have the slightest idea of what a good one might feel like if I
tried it on. 6. Your growth will be a
mysterious, comic, ecstatic and sometimes scary ride, and I pray that you
strive to savor each minute of it, even the most difficult or embarrassing
minutes. Don’t count on second chances. 7. In those times when
everything collapses around you, and what’s left won’t go right, don’t
forget your chances of being alive in this solar system, in this galaxy, are
a little on the slim side. So slim in fact that it could be called a miracle
to breathe this air, drink this water, and have whet ever predicament you’re
having no matter how you shake, rattle and roll it. So go with the cosmic
flow and always choose something over nothing, while remembering that
there’s a little of each one hidden in both. 8. Respond as best as you
can with love to adversity rather than reacting with fear... Love, in any
situation and being the primordial source and essence of ALL THIS STUFF,
leaves / enters us with the most possible ways out / in. 9. Whatever you’re doing,
celebrate the process of doing as much, if not more, than what you’ve got
when you’re done. Magic lives in the action. 9 ½ . All matter is energy.
All energy is infinite. We are but raindrops falling to the ocean, a short
time in this shape until we’re reunited with the expanse from which we came.
Your delicate yet sturdy, resilient body is a temporary shelter of energy
that has swam the universe eternally and will continue eternally. You are a
sudden crystallization of the infinite. One must ask themself, therefore,
why be bored? 9 3/4 . Choosing to live in
the moment is courageous but becomes effortless once you begin...feeling
obligated to survive in the past or future is dangerous and is difficult to
continue. It’s one of the few risks I’d recommend not taking, right up there
with trusting icons and shrugging off coincidences. 10. The Universe itself it
not confusing, we humans just like it that way. Do frogs seem bewildered ,
butterflies befuddled and amoebas addled? Nope, just us, my child. So,
whenever things just don’t make sense, just take a deep breath and laugh as
best you can, because that’s what you get for choosing this goofy,
unpredictable place called Earth to embody yourself upon.
0. If you find yourself wonderstruck, don’t forget to return the favor.
1. Always be of service to the whole and the Holy. You’ll find that the Holy will reciprocate by being of service to your becoming Whole.
2. You will be called upon to use your mind and your vision in ways I cannot possibly glimpse. Never turn down an offer to shine that light so uniquely yours to help others in their darkness, and you’ll find that when it’s your turn to be in the night that there’ll be someone along the way who happens to have a little glow to share .
3. The rewards of being true to yourself are infinite, even when outwardly your efforts are met with nothing.
4. You’ll also see that knowledge and wisdom will come from within yourself through your own struggle and curiosity... your loved ones may guide you to insight, but yours is the power to choose it.
5. You’ll find that some of your choices could’ve been better, or at times were downright stupid. That’s okay... I have a closet full of reckless decisions, but without making them I wouldn’t have the slightest idea of what a good one might feel like if I tried it on.
6. Your growth will be a mysterious, comic, ecstatic and sometimes scary ride, and I pray that you strive to savor each minute of it, even the most difficult or embarrassing minutes. Don’t count on second chances.
7. In those times when everything collapses around you, and what’s left won’t go right, don’t forget your chances of being alive in this solar system, in this galaxy, are a little on the slim side. So slim in fact that it could be called a miracle to breathe this air, drink this water, and have whet ever predicament you’re having no matter how you shake, rattle and roll it. So go with the cosmic flow and always choose something over nothing, while remembering that there’s a little of each one hidden in both.
8. Respond as best as you can with love to adversity rather than reacting with fear... Love, in any situation and being the primordial source and essence of ALL THIS STUFF, leaves / enters us with the most possible ways out / in.
9. Whatever you’re doing, celebrate the process of doing as much, if not more, than what you’ve got when you’re done. Magic lives in the action.
9 ½ . All matter is energy. All energy is infinite. We are but raindrops falling to the ocean, a short time in this shape until we’re reunited with the expanse from which we came. Your delicate yet sturdy, resilient body is a temporary shelter of energy that has swam the universe eternally and will continue eternally. You are a sudden crystallization of the infinite. One must ask themself, therefore, why be bored?
9 3/4 . Choosing to live in the moment is courageous but becomes effortless once you begin...feeling obligated to survive in the past or future is dangerous and is difficult to continue. It’s one of the few risks I’d recommend not taking, right up there with trusting icons and shrugging off coincidences.
10. The Universe itself it not confusing, we humans just like it that way. Do frogs seem bewildered , butterflies befuddled and amoebas addled? Nope, just us, my child. So, whenever things just don’t make sense, just take a deep breath and laugh as best you can, because that’s what you get for choosing this goofy, unpredictable place called Earth to embody yourself upon.