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

{ Wednesday, 30 June, 2004 }

Wonderful! Beautiful Birds: Masterpieces of

Wonderful! Beautiful Birds: Masterpieces of Ornithology [via Plep]

jaybird found this for you @ 17:28 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



Today is a bit bittersweet,

Today is a bit bittersweet, my last day supervising my workers, but in a few weeks it's on to bigger challenges and a more stable future (total illusion, I know), so, it's time to turn off and turn over this ancient workstation and sail on into the Great Big Whatever.

jaybird found this for you @ 13:56 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



Indian dam town defies

Indian dam town defies deadline

Over 20,000 people in India's Madhya Pradesh state are defying a deadline to leave their homes - which will soon be submerged by water from a river dam. The Indira Sagar dam is one of 29 being built on the Narmada river. The town of Harsud, 235km from state capital Bhopal, faces being submerged when monsoons raise the water level.

jaybird found this for you @ 12:31 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



Moving Mountains, Walking on Water

Moving Mountains, Walking on Water

As artists like James Turrell and Michael Heizer continue to toil on their massive Earthworks, caretakers of other examples of Land Art are facing questions of conservation, access, and environmental impact. Meanwhile, more ecologically conscious artists have been updating the genre.

jaybird found this for you @ 07:31 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



{ Tuesday, 29 June, 2004 }

"Thanks"

A field aglow with flashes of light, Living stars dancing in orbit. As a red fire swoons the sky to sing With a tipsy vibrato of longing, I stop my walk Fall to the ground Suddenly aware of how great My thankfulness is And how holy the need To set these words aloft To be borne on the back of a firefly.

jaybird found this for you @ 23:54 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



"Lift the handset and dial

"Lift the handset and dial a number to be transported to another place." [via MonkeyFilter]

jaybird found this for you @ 22:17 in Cosmic Randomness Grab Bag | | permalink



How to Create a Golem

How to Create a Golem From the Comfort of Home

jaybird found this for you @ 19:06 in High Weirdness | | permalink



Status Qué?

So here's the deal- my job isn't lost, it's just wandering away for a while. I've been coordinating 'community based' services for at risk youth for seven months now, on an interim basis. Funding for that position has dried up and gone away... for now. I'll be back 'in the field' over the next two weeks covering vacationing case workers, and when that's over, I re-enter the office for a PERMANENT foster care coordination role, which kicks ass! Provided, of course, that funding for that role is stabilized. Human services work is always at the mercy of the friggin' state, and it drives me bonkers. But, the worst did not come, and in fact, things look slightly brighter.

Now on with posting silly links.

jaybird found this for you @ 18:41 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



The Odds of 9 to 5

Ok, here's a little clarification to that last desparate post (which I wrote as a therapeutic release on my cellphone during a meeting that was drubbing the very soul out of my anxious bones). Today I find out if the funding for my current postition continues or sputters to an end, in as little as a few days or maybe two weeks. So yes, I could be facing unemployment. Or, I could continue on in my position as a 'temp' with enough time to callous up my hiney for the great and final kicking. Or, if the palnets are aligned just right, I might squak by the axe in lieu of the branding iron of permanency. There are very few jobs available right now in this area and in my field- what's out there would most likely force a drastic pay cut, which is better than nothin; but still rather close to nothin'.

These are scary times, kids, so send a vibe or two of fortune and positivity this-a-way as crunch time gets down to crunch one thing or another. Either way, to paraphrase what a certain sage said last weekend: the only way to change the world and your life in it, no matter what, is to say YES to it, to jump up and down in it, and remember that consentual reality is an illusion.
I take this to include the false security that 'having a steady job' allegedly provides.

jaybird found this for you @ 13:37 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



This is a moblog* post:

This is a moblog* post:

My stress levels are going through the roof with this crazy job- unfortunately, the spectre of unemployment is even creepier. Please keep fingers and toes crossed.


*Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

jaybird found this for you @ 11:19 in Live from the road... | | permalink



Family values with a hooker

Family values with a hooker on each arm: Sex pros get ready for party

With thousands of Republicans set to invade the city this summer, high-priced escorts and strippers are preparing for one grand old party. Agencies are flying in extra call girls from around the globe to meet the expected demand during the Aug. 30-Sept. 2 gathering at Madison Square Garden. "We have girls from London, Seattle, California, all coming in for that week," said a madam at a Manhattan escort service. "It's the week everyone wants to work."

jaybird found this for you @ 07:49 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



{ Monday, 28 June, 2004 }

Four and a Half Wonders for Monday

  • Worrying about impending doom is about as useful as a pogo stick on the thin ice of a drainage ditch.
  • Wishing for love is a wasteful enterprise, since when you fully open (I mean WIDE) your oft-jaded and forlorn eyes, love is actually flocking to you at such dizzying speed that if you're paying enough attention you'll be begging it to slow down.
  • If you look in the right place in the budget-mart of life, you can find a gallon of picked peppers for four bucks... or, down another aisle, a can of only slightly dented God for free (if you're a really smart shopper you'll notice that cans of Goddess never dent).
  • You can't teach an old dog new tricks, but our real problem is that we teach new minds old ones.
  • I've had enough of having enough!

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



    Cultivating sacred sexuality Our North

    Cultivating sacred sexuality

    Our North American culture is goofy when it comes to sexuality. On the one hand, sexuality and sexual information is suppressed; perhaps because we confuse ignorance with innocence. On the other hand, sex is everywhere - used to sell toothpaste, brain-dead television sitcoms, soft drinks and cigarettes.

    Our culture is also goofy when it comes to spirituality. The scientific age in which we live has us satisfied only when we have broken everything down into the smallest parts possible. “Mystery” has come to mean failure a to understand or research thoroughly enough. Mainstream religion - meaningful for many, but a compromised resource for lesbians and gay men - seems equally uncomfortable with the puzzles of life’s meaning at the end of this millennium. Despite all our knowledge, we find ourselves adrift.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:25 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    10 Quirky Landmarks, including a

    10 Quirky Landmarks, including a field of corn (but not a typical field). [via somewhere, I forget where]

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:30 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    Go to the slime mold,

    Go to the slime mold, thou sluggard: To see the world in a uninucleate amoeboflagellate cell, and heaven in a plasmodium

    ...these organisms challenge some of our most fundamental preconceptions about how life should work. And needless to say, faulty assumptions and unconscious prejudices constitute the most serious impediments to understanding - in religion no less than in science.

    You want transformation, metamorphosis? Boy, do these suckers ever metamorphose. Forget about caterpillar into luna moth, soul into spirit, Big Mac into little Jimmy. Every species of slime mold progresses from an assimilative phase to a propagative phase: that is to say, they go from moving around and eating stuff to standing still and growing little stalks. From animal-like to plant-like - often in just a few hours if the conditions are right.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:23 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    He has your eyes...? Iranian

    He has your eyes...? Iranian woman 'gives birth to frog'

    An Iranian newspaper has reported the controversial story of a woman who claims to have given birth to a frog. The Iranian daily Etemaad says the creature is believed to have grown from larva to an adult frog inside her body.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:13 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



    Start your Monday with profound

    Start your Monday with profound questions: What is that thing?

    Images of bizarre antiquated contraptions meet your mind and it's own images of bizarre antiquated subconscious associations.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:17 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    { Sunday, 27 June, 2004 }

    Jay: What does the trickster

    Jay: What does the trickster do for society?

    Tom Robbins: The trickster heals through wonder and humor... [1.2mb mp3]

    Yes, 'Tom Robbinsfest' continues here as Jay just won't come down from the high of meeting such a warm and amazingly 'vivid' person.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:28 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Why in the world

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    Why in the world does Tom Robbins write,
    and where do we all fit in with the grand creative process
    ? [2.9mb mp3]

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:36 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

    wascally

    Look close... it's hard to tell like in the last pic from the appearance yesterday, but that ruddy dot at the center is Tom (here at Jubilee! Community, what we call a 'special-ed' church for the non-churchly) Just delivered a really powerful speechette too.


    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    This post has been updated.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:50 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    "If you meet the Tom on the road..."

    ... take him to lunch! Oh by golly gosh, count my lucky stars! I've just been invited to dine with Tom Robbins, the guru's guru, the conjurer's stardust! It's around 1 o'clock today, so send me a wink and a prayer as I keep my composure, bottle up the nervous sweat that heaves forth in the expectation that comes with meeting such a venerable clown, a holy hullabaloo artist (as he insists each of us are as well).

    I'll have more audio from yesterday's Q&A up later today, including the trickster one from yours truly. I'm recording his talk at chuch this morning as well... for those in the know, there's a can of beans, a dirty sock, a painted stick, and a silver spoon on the altar today. I'll see if I can moblog a pic from the talk here... y'all must think I'm crazy for all this jittery joy, but bear in mind that we all suffer from such aflictions when some similar vessel of the divine spills wine all over our finery.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:34 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Quite the headline for big

    Quite the headline for big media: Gay pride message spreads across the world

    Hundreds of thousands of revelers wearing everything from full Victorian garb and designer gowns to skimpy leather and construction hats celebrated gay pride in cities around the world Saturday. Berlin saw one of Europe's largest parades. To the sound of thumping techno music, the city's openly gay Mayor Klaus Wowereit led floats in the 12th annual celebration of Christopher Street Day, commemorating the start of the gay rights movement in New York's Greenwich Village in 1969.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:50 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Audio entry: this is part

    Audio entry: this is part 1 of several clips from the Tom Robbins festivities today: here, Tom gets vaguely semi-autobiographical. [2.2mb mp3 file]

    jaybird found this for you @ 03:00 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    jaybird found this for you @ 01:24 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    { Saturday, 26 June, 2004 }

    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:


    Of all people, it's my favorite author/guru of the godly giggle, Tom Robbins!


    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    This post has been updated.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:10 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    Here's some bizarre web-art for

    Here's some bizarre web-art for a potentially bizarre day: Oculart, via MeFi.

    Why bizarre? In a few mere hours, I'll meet my guru, my first spiritual teacher-by-proxy, Mr. Tom Robbins. If possible, I'll post pics or audio. Woo who who and Wee he he!

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:48 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Street Memes: a sticker, stencil,

    Street Memes: a sticker, stencil, or poster that can spread a single image around the world. Unlike traditional graffiti art where each piece is unique, street memes can be copied repeatedly, taking on a life of their own, and spreading through the collective effort of people scattered around the world.

    [via World Changing]

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:12 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Semiotics for Beginners If you

    Semiotics for Beginners

    If you go into a bookshop and ask them where to find a book on semiotics you are likely to meet with a blank look. Even worse, you might be asked to define what semiotics is - which would be a bit tricky if you were looking for a beginner's guide. It's worse still if you do know a bit about semiotics, because it can be hard to offer a simple definition which is of much use in the bookshop. If you've ever been in such a situation, you'll probably agree that it's wise not to ask. Semiotics could be anywhere. The shortest definition is that it is the study of signs. But that doesn't leave enquirers much wiser. 'What do you mean by a sign?' people usually ask next. The kinds of signs that are likely to spring immediately to mind are those which we routinely refer to as 'signs' in everyday life, such as road signs, pub signs and star signs. If you were to agree with them that semiotics can include the study of all these and more, people will probably assume that semiotics is about 'visual signs'. You would confirm their hunch if you said that signs can also be drawings, paintings and photographs, and by now they'd be keen to direct you to the art and photography sections. But if you are thick-skinned and tell them that it also includes words, sounds and 'body language' they may reasonably wonder what all these things have in common and how anyone could possibly study such disparate phenomena. If you get this far they've probably already 'read the signs' which suggest that you are either eccentric or insane and communication may have ceased.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:50 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Suspiciously superstitious: Superstitions Database •

    Suspiciously superstitious: Superstitions Database

    • A frog brings good luck to the house it enters.
    • A spider spinning in the morning.
    • Carry an acorn to bring luck & ensure a long life.

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:47 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    Audio entry: Just after

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    Audio entry: Just after watching 'Fahrenheit 9/11, walking to the car. [mp3 1.1mb]

    jaybird found this for you @ 00:55 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Friday, 25 June, 2004 }

    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

    Miracle! I'm in!


    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:53 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    I'm in line for the midnight show!


    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:40 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    That's entertainment!


    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:09 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    In the spirit of Friday

    In the spirit of Friday poetry (because I'm presently about the do the sound for a poetry concert), Hello Kitty Has No Mouth.

    Hello-Kitty, in fact, uses Morse code to communicate with the outside world. You may have heard of the book Johnny Got His Gun, in which a soldier was so badly wounded that the only communication he had with the outside world was by tapping Morse code with his head.

    That soldier was Hello-Kitty.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:04 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Movies > The 1,000

    The 1,000 Best Movies Ever Made, according to the grey lady, anyway. I'm going to see the 10 o'clock showing of F911 (if lady luck allows), et bien sur, I'll review it for ya kiddies!

    UPDATE: The line apparently is stretching to about 1/4 mile! Looks like I won't make this viewing, but I'll be on the scene soon and will post pics!

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:14 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Anonymous is one prolific author!

    Anonymous is one prolific author!

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:26 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    Terminator my ass... isn't there

    Terminator my ass... isn't there anything more important to do than to decide when to kill things, Arnie? Schwarzenegger Wants Strays Killed Faster

    Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger wants to repeal a state law that requires animal shelters to hold stray dogs and cats for up to six days before killing them. Instead, there would be a three-day requirement for strays. Other animals, including birds, hamsters, potbellied pigs, rabbits, snakes and turtles, could be killed immediately.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:49 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    "American Theocracy?"

    Very bizarre, long and involved dream last night. I slept on the couch for some odd reason and maybe the change of venue got my juices all a twitter.

    Anyway, it dealt with a theocratic America, and the repression of those who were unmarried, gay, artists, scientists, etc. The resistance was made of the usual suspects but also a wide swath of Christians opposed to this extreme dictatorship. Ernest Borgnine got shot early on by a policeman cracking down on threats to the theocracy.... those who enforced the law were called 'angel-lawyers.' Europe and Canada had also fallen to this regime, possibly on the suspicion that Christ had returned. Australia hadn't fallen yet and there was a huge rally here in the US to pray that 'the Last Prophecy' comes to Australia. There was also a push by the government to evacuate the western portion of the states and move as many people as possible East ostensibly for increased control.

    I was witnessing some of this incognito as a member of the resistance, living homeless in the back of a truck in the west, trying to outwit the 'angel-lawyers' and tearing down their propaganda posters. This seemed to go on all night, and that's all the detail that's dribbling out of my head right now.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:32 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Thursday, 24 June, 2004 }

    Three Vaguely Interesting Things about Thursday

  • I'm rather under the weather today for a econo-size variety-pack of reasons. Vocational instability/stress is a considerable factor in this psychosomatic hodge-podge. This too shall pass.
  • Had a dream while napping that I was in Singapore (never been) and was concerned about following the strict rules "for outsiders." I was protecting a shipment of antique chairs and was also to perform on a radio show. Perform what, only my neurons know.
  • Had another long drive to our sister remote backwaters office today when I had the unfortunate urge to listen to AM radio and stumbled upon the vile "Dr. Laura" show. What an insipid dungheap of vitriol and degradation. I thought 'wrasslin' was ample self-punishment for those who've been mentally malnourished by the media. But, what gets listeners is a reaction, and as I was getting all tizzied up, I realized 'that's how it works.' I immediately switched back to FM and the sweet cadence of simple bluegrass.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:38 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    They apparently haven't heard the

    They apparently haven't heard the conversations I have witht the cats: Congo word 'most untranslatable'

    The world's most difficult word to translate has been identified as "ilunga" from the Tshiluba language spoken in south-eastern DR Congo.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:55 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    Leave a comment here if

    Leave a comment here if you need a gmail account, I've got invites!

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:06 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    I'm a little unsettled about

    I'm a little unsettled about Ralph Nader. Four years ago, I was very excited about having a progressive choice on the ballot, and have been a long-time fan of Green Party politics. This year is very different, with a true danger of Nader swinging key states to the Forces of Darkness.

    Kerry ain't my cuppa green tea per se, but I'll have no hesitation (with my paper ballot) voting for Kerry because this is just too damn important this go 'round. [links via MeFi]

  • Friends don't let friends vote Ralph.
  • Ralph's appeal to conservatives.
  • Ralph's friends in high places.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:04 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Toxic pollution rose in 2002,

    Toxic pollution rose in 2002, reversing trend

    Toxic chemical releases into the environment rose 5 percent in 2002, marking only the second such increase reported by the Environmental Protection Agency in nearly two decades, and the first since 1997. Some 4.79 billion pounds were released in 2002, the latest for which figures are available, not including releases from metal mining, the EPA reports. The agency stopped including that data because of a recent court decision in an industry challenge.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:40 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    Remembering the amazingly mature poetry

    Remembering the amazingly mature poetry of Mattie Stepanek: national goodwill ambassador with muscular dystrophy, and 13 year old prodigal wordsmith.


    This is the 2000th post to bird on the moon dot com. Couldn't be mo' better.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:02 in Authors, Books & Words | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 23 June, 2004 }

    Upon using a different virus

    Upon using a different virus scanner, I've discovered over 85megs of files slipped in through a backdoor, all gaming files. I don't even play friggin' solitaire. That's totally insane and Norton wasn't very interested in discovering them. Infact, most of the files were hidden in the Norton directory. I've switched to Avast, and it found 3 worms Norton couldn't be bothered with. Better yet, Avast is free.

    /end exceedingly rare plug for products.

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    Two first hand accounds of

    Two first hand accounds of the SpaceShipOne launch: Alan's Mojave Airport Weblog has great pics and really good commentary, and thread commenter at Metafilter (off all blessed places) tells the story of the 'scene' at Mojave very well.

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    YOU MUST BE HAPPY: Bush

    YOU MUST BE HAPPY: Bush to screen population for mental illness

    President Bush plans to unveil next month a sweeping mental health initiative that recommends screening for every citizen and promotes the use of expensive antidepressants and antipsychotic drugs favored by supporters of the administration.

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    English Divers Find Giant 'Guard'

    English Divers Find Giant 'Guard' Lobster

    Lobsters have long been known as solitary and territorial crustaceans — but timely and fashion conscious? Divers in northeast England were recently surprised to come across a giant lobster standing guard over a barnacle-encrusted watch at the bottom of a harbor.

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    { Tuesday, 22 June, 2004 }

    Here's an entertaining read, and

    Here's an entertaining read, and no, I won't give any hints as to why (you just have to see for your own inquisitive selves): The LiveJournal of Zachary Marsh

    zackattack86: wtf he must be 100 years old

    oldmanmarsh: He's quite a bit older than that

    zackattack86: so we're having like a family reunion?

    oldmanmarsh: You could say that

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    I don't really link much

    I don't really link much to sports, but this qualifies for an entirely different reason: Jumbo footballers take on Thais

    Huge footballing talents are on show at the Euro 2004 championship, but in Thailand the star players are just huge - jumbo-sized, in fact. Ten elephants took on a Thai prison team on Sunday in a game that officials hoped would show playing football is more fun than gambling on it.

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    Several items of note: Rummy

    Several items of note:

  • Rummy allegedly did not approve of the torture technique called "waterboarding." How conservatively compassionate.
  • Election Projection is calling for a 269-269 electoral vote tie! Yikes! Here's what happens if that nightmare scenario dawns upon us on the first Wednesday morning of November (from Oct. 2000).
  • Krugman is having some issues with selective persecution of terrorists, and there's good reason why...

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    Man Has 20-Feet Long Hair;

    Man Has 20-Feet Long Hair; Hasn't Been Cut In 30 Years

    Hay, 67, is a traditional medicine practitioner from southern Kien Giang province, some 220 miles southwest of Ho Chi Minh City. He provides free treatment to villagers in the region.

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    Let's think ahead shall we?

    Let's think ahead shall we? Brian Eno on the Long Now:

    We felt that there was a need to create some new form of human thinking about Time. We were all aware that everything was getting faster. One of our founder members was Danny Hillis, who built one of the fastest computers ever made, so he was particularly aware of the degree to which time had been sliced into finer and finer parts. We were also aware as we looked around that most of the ambitions and objectives of people in corporations and in government, even in education had become closer and closer in terms of time so corporations were living in fear of their quarterly results and politicians were living in fear of the next opinion poll. There seemed to be an ever-decreasing horizon into the future and very little encouragement from people in any direction to lay long term plans. No politician wants to start on a plan that doesn’t yield results pretty quickly at least within his or her term of office. The worst thing of all is if it yields results in the opposition’s term of office and of course the media don’t help this by always focusing on things that seem like blue sky projects and criticising them as being stupidly idealistic and pointless. We thought that there was first of all the need for an organisation that would celebrate that kind of thinking, that would ally with it, that would support it, that would encourage it and in fact would try to do it itself.

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    { Monday, 21 June, 2004 }

    "A Day in the Clouds"

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    How marvelously shrewd of the Creator
    To have placed with such grace and care
    Inexplicable beauty so near to we,
    Who might not otherwise notice
    But today, we have invoked our right to be awake
    Unlimited and in love with the free-for-all
    Of being alive and well in the firm embrace
    Of this crazy, improbable yet perfectly plausible Universe.
    How wildly imaginative and succinctly prescient of the Holy
    To bestow vision to a creature
    If only for a moment such as this
    In all our mountain-top rain dancing
    Our guffaws to the goodness of growth
    Amid the spiders spinning of prismatic poems
    Who are never caught in their own webs
    Such we who attempt to describe the Infinite with mere words.
    How daringly devilish of the Divine
    To conjure up a world, and places upon it,
    And lives devoted to the transit of betwixt and between
    And here I am, stopped halfway between here and there
    Where indeed the ordinary desists
    The dualities that divide me disperse
    And all beings whose lives I overlook
    Suddenly rise to rival my sense of being alive
    And there's no stopping the wonder of confluence
    As all that oneness the gurus speak of
    Becomes me, becomes you, and
    The ridgelines, storylines, and lifelines merge
    To enshine love within just as the low clouds enshroud the peaks
    Where the soul is kissed and the cunning creator sneaks.

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    Why I Celebrate June 21st.

    REPRINT: The entry from one year ago today, and why June 21st is so important to me:

    June 21, 2003: At long last! Today is the summer solstice; in three hours, the season of the sun will officially begin. While it is surely a day of "vivid leisure" for Americans to fire up the barbecue and strap another beer onto the belly, it marks a different time for me.

    June somethingth, 1986. I was in my gee, a yellow belt strapped around my 13 year old waist, plodding around the Taekwondo dojo. As I crossed the threshold into class, a very clear image flashed into my senses: my tombstone. "Theodore G. Joslin III, Dec. 7 1972 - Jun. 21, 1986," a la Ebeneezer Scrooge. I remember being seized by profound fear, and virtually unable to participate in class. There may have been a week or two in advance of my own personal doomsday, and after getting over the fear, I began to prepare for what I took to be a very real message from the future. I wrote out a little will, made my very best Lego starship to be remembered by, and began conducting strange rituals to let family on the other side know I was heading over, and to meet me at the appointed time, whenever exactly that would be on that day. Suicide was not a thought at all... while my childhood had brought me to some very critical and painful moments possibly pushing me perilously close to making that jump, by 13 I knew it wasn't worth it. What I expected was a car accident, or a house-fire while I slept. Who knew? I decided to make no plans.

    The day came, and I was very meticulous and quiet, and just a little afraid. The phone rang and it was my friend Craig, asking me to go for a hike and swim at Elk Neck State Park. Sounded like a good place and way to go; I was a nature boy, and at the time had an unarticulated "crush" on Craig. I found him angelic. What a perfect setting. As his mother drove and stopped for lunch at a drive through, I remember eating some meat nugget thinking this is the last meal. I shared a nugget with Craig, and let him sip from my soda in imitation of Christ. He had plenty of nuggets and soda for himself.

    We hiked and played. I was at ease, comfortable, and waiting for that snake bite or tumbling boulder to finish me off. We had gone swimming, and we were in a little wooden shack changing out of our bathing suits. I felt perfect in my body. Then as I pulled off my soaked bathing suit, stars crossed my eyes, everything went black, and I passed out. As I started to fall, I remember thinking how easy death was.

    The blackness parted, and Craig's bright blue eyes were the first thing I saw, then I felt his hand patting my cheek, turning his head and yelling madly for his mother. He was starting to cry. "What happened?" "You fainted or something." I was still naked with my bathing suit twisted around my ankles. All I could see was Craig's face. My body was stiff and unyielding as he helped me up and I started to walk. I was winded, drained. Outside the shack, the world was misty and crystalline. His mother was frantic and worried. Craig was freaked and too quiet. Within a few minutes, I was up and walking while the mother kept offering me cookies and soda in case my blood sugar had crashed. I insisted to them that I was fine, nothing to worry about, but the mood of the day had altered and we drove home.

    My skin was prickly, as if an electric current lived inside my skin. My eyesight was incredibly clear (I wore glasses at the time) and for some reason, and perhaps for the first time, I felt utterly renewed, as if reborn to rediscover my senses. Soon came June 22nd, and years went by... even Craig disappeared, but that day remained one I marked every year by being as aware as possible of my life, my perceptions, and what could be shed and what could be grown.

    One year on the 21st, my friend Spike and I left town for Cape May, New Jersey and my '76 Nova died an improbable death in the middle of "bum fucked Egypt." A total stranger rescued our stranded 17 year old selves, gave us beer for the road, and got us to the bus station. I celebrated that day in other years with ceremonies of binding and renewal with my then-partner and present (and perpetual) best friend. I've skinnydipped rainbow jeweled waterfalls, walked on hot coals, gotten lost deep in the woods, climbed a few granite peaks here in the Blue Ridge, huffing and puffing in out of shape daring-do. Good luck, bad luck, nothing special and sacred cosmic simulacra all have made their appearance on this day in years past, and God willing, in years future.

    These days on solstice I hike, I tend toward quiet, and always seek for some symbol of metamorphosis, some apparent death / rebirth going on in my life, exalting the unexpected, the new, the unknown. Under every inch of soil and within every breath of sky, there is a lesson of some kind that speaks directly to the soul. Today, I choose those lessons; some too simple, some laughable, some painful, all good, all useful. So as spring lapses into summer, and the Earth's axis tilts imperceptibly to wards that holy light that signs and crowns all that sustains the exuberance and meagerness we call being a human, alive, I have much to cast into that fire, and much to draw from it. Like that twittering, clumsy 13 year old, I'm entering with calm a day that conceals outcomes.

    From this window, millions of leaves soak in starlight and thrive. Wings of crows and gnats cross the clear blue to some place, for some reason. It's the longest day, the brightest day; all is illumined from without or within that we can see our processes turning to wards eventuality, and back again into movement. Your own cells die and leave the body, your atoms and molecules come and go and you don't notice you are new every groggy, coffee stained morning. Take a day, as some pinpoint along your starry crawl across earthly existence, to make anything and everything meaningful and somehow relative to your stretching and fading skin and bones; listen, make metaphor, make love, make do with your hands and feet and the simply power they possess to turn our space-bourne home into the next season.

    It might as well be today, and it may as well be summer.

    Due to constraints of that pesky artificial construct "time," this year's celebrations will be a little less involved, but nonetheless pertinent and spiritually focused. Soon I will be hiking Craggy Pinnacle, about my favorite place on the Goddess' verdant terra firma, with some ritual accoutrements and a heap of topics to transmute. Already, I think the theme of this year is; Genuine Action, Responsible Thought, Ecstatic Ritual. I suppose the acronym for this would be g.a.r.t.e.r., which is strange, but on this gateway of life and death, what isn't?

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    WOO-HOO! First Civilian Astronaut Pilots

    WOO-HOO! First Civilian Astronaut Pilots SpaceShipOne into Suborbit

    Tucked underneath its carrier aircraft, the privately-built SpaceShipOne departed from an airstrip here at about 9:47 a.m. ET – prepared to trail blaze its way into history by attempting the first non-governmental flight to leave the Earth's atmosphere.

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    In pictures: Summer solstice

    In pictures: Summer solstice at Stonehenge

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    Late night stroll


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    { Sunday, 20 June, 2004 }

    Three Q & A sessions

    Three Q & A sessions with the crazy guru in town next week, Mr. Tom Robbins: 1, 2, 3.

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    Living on Sun, Water, Wind,

    Living on Sun, Water, Wind, Grass, and Community

    Nearly everyone who has been to the solar village Gaviotas, east of the Andes in Colombia, calls it a utopia. But it isn't, says Paolo Lugari, its founder. That word means in Greek "no place." Gaviotas has existed, however improbably, for more than 30 years now. Lugari says it's a "topia" -- simply a place.

    When he first saw it, looking down from a small plane in 1965, it surely looked like no place. There were two crumbling warehouses abandoned by a road crew at the end of a failed attempt to cut a highway across the huge, wild, wet savanna called the llanos. No one lived on the llanos except a few scattered ranchers and the Guahibo Indians, who fished and hunted in mosquitoey forest strips along the rivers. The soil was so toxic that nothing but tough grass could grow.

    If people can live here, they can live anywhere, Lugari thought. He set out to show that they could.

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    "Fox Whiskers"

    "Let us, Recall quick What is learned; Who is your teacher?" The question resounds through the soul As a canyon echo that suddenly discovers it's free As a wave that catches a hint that there's a whole ocean to roll in. I can say without a doubt that my teacher does not lecture from books But sings lessons instead from the holy treetops with all the scholars of morning With a voice as sweet as the moon is bright that lights the spectral forest With a swift hand that rings the school bell with a clap of thunder And a downpour of studious drops that find their way To the creeks that brim with questions; "What have you learned?" I've been taught that the only way To mend this crippled world is to faith-heal it Lay on your hands and pray that justice sways those stilted bones. I've received tests where the only way to pass was to laugh until you glow Struggled solving riddles writ in invisible ink, the solution in grasping soul language. Teacher instructed to meet a fear with the bold steady gleaming of stars Suns woven from impossible light, lamps along the Way of Secrets, (to which I was made to swear an oath of love the only real force in the Universe truly worth reckoning with). Don't scatter your brain seeking answers When the infinite questions just keep deeper Than this mystery pie that the Goddess is warming In her cosmic oven of ardor, can't you smell what's cooking? "You, O Student of life, are cooler than a junebug sippin' on a dewdrop, It is your inquisitiveness that juices and jives the world with colors and shadows, It is your desire for experience that delivers the sacred right to your door If only you'll swing it wide and welcome in the weary messengers Who pronounce wisdom and surprise in a simple hello, And may even disrupt the comfort of your days, It is for the benefit of your knowledge And may you learn in good time." Indeed, from the teacher now hitching west, I have gleaned a winblown scrap of insight or two, Challenges for a cliffwalking fool to dance the jig on the edge To take a blessed risk for the sake of kindling a spirit to fly exultant Into a blue that contains the grandest of designs and the slickest of fox whiskers It's all so amazingly simple when you glimpse for once your quarry, That querilous question that has doubled you over with doubt That asks when the frantic antics of time dizzy you The one quandry fit to answer well and true "Who is your teacher?" goes the voice, And indeed, it's plain ol' Magic, Just a little bit will do It includes All, Even you, Today, Now.

    Dedicated to my first spiritual teacher, long since disappeared into the vast American West but not for an instant forgotten to me, the incomparible Jason McCollum Moon.

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    "Heart of the Forest"

    Let me leave a trail of breadcrumbs
    To the heart at the center of thids bramble...
    If I've lost my way before,
    The way might be quite tricky for you.
    Like a devout naturalist
    I'm enthralled by the variety of life here
    I must stop to take field notes,
    And yet the path to love is hard to locate
    No map does it's windy rambling service
    So I mustn't stray far
    From the trodden earth where many a heel
    have dug in for a hopeful destination
    Distracted along the way
    By the litany of beauty made by the word of the wild
    And by thoughts of the promised conclusion
    Of a trail that never ends
    Indeed, that loops around the heart of the forest.

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    The dancefloor; a spectral forest of desire


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    { Saturday, 19 June, 2004 }

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    Make a wish, she said


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    Principe: island of chocolate. [more

    Principe: island of chocolate. [more about Sao Tome and Principe: 1,2,3]

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    Today is 'Juneteenth,' which celebrates

    Today is 'Juneteenth,' which celebrates the end of slavery in U.S.

    With its lighthearted name and tragicomic origins, Juneteenth appeals to many Americans by celebrating the end of slavery without dwelling on its legacy. Juneteenth, celebrators say, is Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday without the grieving.

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    Blowing In The Wind" Whirling

    Blowing In The Wind"


    Whirling Nut (Gyrocarpus)


    Seeds & Fruits Dispersed By Wind

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    Bush told he is playing

    Bush told he is playing into Bin Laden's hands

    Al-Qaida may 'reward' American president with strike aimed at keeping him in office, senior intelligence man says

    Anonymous does not try to veil his contempt for the Bush White House and its policies. His book describes the Iraq invasion as "an avaricious, premeditated, unprovoked war against a foe who posed no immediate threat but whose defeat did offer economic advantage.

    "One way to keep the Republicans in power is to mount an attack that would rally the country around the president."

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    { Friday, 18 June, 2004 }

    Five Interesting Things About Friday

  • The paper doesn't list the movie times right, so when I got to the distant theater for the 'enviro-porn,' it wasn't there, and on the way back got trapped in a 45 minute traffic jam. Those never happen here.
  • I got just under 30% of what I was supposed to do today, albeit based on arbitrary criteria.
  • The apartment is being reshuffled for the landing tomorrow of the lime-green Kubrikesque couch of serendipity (next weekend is the couch-warming party)
  • It sounds much better OM-ing in a room of 50 people than it does in my bathroom.
  • The upstairs neighbors are having a loud, obnoxious party replete with AC/DC, loud frat-boyish screaming of insipid and inane claptrap, and a downstairs neighbor plotting creative if evil ways to silence them.

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    Doing sound and light for

    Doing sound and light for a concert tonight... the musician will be performing at the UN with an international choir, so it's really cool...

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    Baboons on rampage in South

    Baboons on rampage in South African town

    Residents of a small South African coastal town are threatening to declare all-out war on baboons who have terrorised pre-schoolers, raided homes for food and urinated on clothes after pulling them out of closets.

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    There's a lot of hubbub

    There's a lot of hubbub and chatter on the net about a 'house-sized' meteorite impact in Australia, but so far, this is the only newsy report I can find, and of course, there's a very interesting MeFi thread.

    By the way, if you can't tell already, I've taken today through Monday off.

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    A reader over at Eschaton

    A reader over at Eschaton does some super-sleuthing: take a gander at this photo from Resident Bush's last cabinet meeting, and read the very interesting transcription that follows...

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    Galleries of the Society for

    Galleries of the Society for Art of Imagination. [via Clifford Pickover's Reality Carnival]

    We intend to assist the resurgence of interest in fantastic and visionary art and make the Art of Imagination accessible to all...

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    { Thursday, 17 June, 2004 }

    Ten Interesting things about Thursday

  • A lime green "Kubrikesque" couch that, via serendipity, will be residing with me at very minimal cost.
  • A very large spider by my door that was eating another spider
  • A dicussion about the southern folktale about the devil and spousal abuse in conjunction with rain and sun simultaneously
  • Having to give a curtain speech at the theatre and not being able to read the type at all and bungling a rather simple thing
  • Being stunned in the morning my the sun shining through the low clouds that covered the mountains, and the peaceful feeling that comes with seeing the orb of the sun without squinting
  • Forgetting the keys inside the house and having to crawl up the ramp the cats use to get in/out the cat door jury-rigged into a window
  • Giving a fortune cookie to a child I work with and reading the fortune while leaving a message on a friend's phone (multitasking)
  • One of my mother's eldest cats Cleo (whom I named 16 or 17 years ago) passed away, and my mother was amazingly calm in a quick phone call
  • The air conditioning in Gloria Grace being so cold that a mist emitted from the vents, at first startling the beejeezus out of me
    and...
  • Watching a roomful of bankers shmoozing after a meeting, exchanging niceties and fake smiles, through the box office window at the theatre and not once do any of them realize they're the entertainment for five of us, mesmerized by the social interactions and forced politeness that so many of us 'put on' for the sake of pack survival.

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    Cosmic gadfly Robert Anton Wilson

    Cosmic gadfly Robert Anton Wilson has started his own school: Maybe Logic Academy

    The Academy features online courses by many of the most important and ground-breaking writers, theorists and leaders today.

    Courses are grounded in the philosophy and perspective of maybe logic, an approach which emphasizes the fallibility and relativity of perception and tends to approach information and theory with questions, probabilities and multiple perspectives rather than absolute truths. If students leave the courses with more questions - and more options - we've done our job.

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    Body and Soul Our greatest

    Body and Soul

    Our greatest efforts at physical control frequently come to naught: causing us to twitch, tremble, blush, weep, lose consciousness despite our strongest will to do otherwise. Organs, glands, and intestines go about their solemn work, requiring micturition, flatulation, defecation, ejaculation, belching, burping, yawning, and hiccuping--while in the engine room (as one would like to think of the mind) one is earnestly trying to determine, say, why there have been no major poets born after 1900. I recently read about Hermann Jellinek, a revolutionary about to be executed by hanging in Vienna during the revolution of 1848, who remarked: "My spirit is calm. I hope my body will not play tricks with me."

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    It's getting stranger all the

    It's getting stranger all the time: Teleportation breakthrough made

    Scientists have performed successful teleportation on atoms for the first time, the journal Nature reports. The feat was achieved by two teams of researchers working independently on the problem in the US and Austria. The ability to transfer key properties of one particle to another without using any physical link has until now only been achieved with laser light.

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    { Wednesday, 16 June, 2004 }

    "Daring Verses"

    There's never just one drop of rain Can't be only a single star in the sky Show me a beach with a single grain of sand And I'll do a flip and flock fast to the farm where pigs fly

    There's never just one soul all alone
    Won't ever be a solo wave in a totally smooth sea
    Pour a cup of faith, sipping to strangers rambling the street
    No one knows the mystery a day holds and the sweet risks of living free.

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    Jack Parsons was one very

    Jack Parsons was one very interesting, if dangerous, human being. Using the whole six degrees of separation thing, I am only 3 from this immensely colorful, disturbing man.

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    Most excellent: Consciousness Timeline II:

    Most excellent: Consciousness Timeline II: 1970-present [via MeFi]

    The following timeline is by necessity somewhat arbitrary and quite partial. The point is not to chart the minutiae of events of what I am loosely calling the "consciousness movement," but to give a sense for a few prominent milestones. The last hundred years have witnessed the gradual creation of a new world philosophy, one that sees human beings engaged in an evolutionary process to access a deeper, richer, more playful consciousness and to manifest the fruits of that work in the world. This new amalgam of ideas and practices has drawn from dozens of traditions, thousands of books and experiments, and millions of lives. Drawing a firm boundary around this "movement" is thus misleading. It is better likened to the flow of a tumultuous river, its millions of eddies and currents creating, when seen from afar, a cohesive sense of direction. This timeline is best viewed as a snapshot of that river from high above.

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    Taking Life's Final Exit Bedridden

    Taking Life's Final Exit

    Bedridden after being rushed to the hospital for what would be the final eight days of his life, Kenny casually mentioned that he was visiting Detroit. It was a rather odd place for him to be traveling — even if only in his imagination — because the hospital was near home in suburban Philadelphia and he didn't have any ties to the Motor City.

    At first, our family dismissed these journeys as confusion; we would laugh through our tears about the various places and modes of transport he had been taking. It must be the painkillers, we thought. Or maybe hypoxia, the oxygen deprivation in the blood that often contributes to delirium in sick people. Or that the cancer now was destroying his mind, just as it had racked his body.


    But then our cousin Lynne mentioned that her parents had done a lot of similar traveling in the last days of their cancer battles. Uncle Larry (Lynne's father) had insisted that his passport and fanny pack be kept by his bedside; he was intent on keeping an imaginary 3 p.m. appointment with the emperor of Japan, where I was living then and where he had hoped to visit. He too had asked for a map — of Japan. Aunt Lois, who had died four years before, had talked about needing to catch a train, asking Lynne to buy her a ticket.

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    Revel in Joycean exaltation, for

    Revel in Joycean exaltation, for it's 100 years of Bloomsday today.

    Every year since at least 1954, fans of author James Joyce have celebrated Bloomsday on June 16-- the date (in 1904) when his Ulysses takes place. (Even in 1924 the word was used by friends presenting Joyce a bouquet.) In many cities, attempts are made to read the entire book out loud. In Dublin, tourists dress up and retrace the routes of Joyce's characters. Everywhere, alcohol is consumed in quantity.

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    { Tuesday, 15 June, 2004 }

    In pictures: An Ethiopian herder's

    In pictures: An Ethiopian herder's way of life

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    Rainy day cat


    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    UPDATE: If her hair looks unusual to you, it is; Ursula recently received a 'lion's cut' as her double coat becomes easily matted as she sheds her winter coat. And oddly enough, she loves being so punk rock.

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    World's land turning to desert

    World's land turning to desert at alarming speed, United Nations warns

    One-third of the Earth's surface is at risk, driving people into cities and destroying agriculture in vast swaths of Africa. Thirty-one percent of Spain is threatened, while China has lost 36,000 square miles to desert -- an area the size of Indiana -- since the 1950s.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:02 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    "Trolling for W"

    Today I had to go way out into the country (I mean Way Out) with my wonderfully liberal car Gloria Grace on a mission from the office with a colleague. Festooned, along with many other catchy slogans, on the back bumper is the following phrase:

    "Someone else for President."

    This sentiment did not go over well with one of the locals. He flagged us to roll down my window, and I'm thinking that an overall good nature is still a dominant trait with most of humanity.... perhaps I have a brake lght out or some such malfunction worthy of this mode of parlance with the gentry. Indeed, 'twas not:

    "Some else for President? There's only one buddy, and that's W, four more years for W!, etc. Why do you people drive those cheap ass ugly cars anyway"

    Ah, yes, an encounter with the electorate. What fun. But he didn't respond to the other messages on the back bumper, and if he would have, it might have been much more interesting:

  • Just Forgive It.
  • Don't Postpone Joy.
  • Listen to the Earth.

    And finally, my ultimate comeback:

  • Namaste!

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:16 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Recursive delight: Trippy Mirror Illusion

    Recursive delight: Trippy Mirror Illusion

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    Inventor plans 'invisible walls'

    Inventor plans 'invisible walls'

    The inventor of an "invisibility" cloak has said that his next project will be to develop the technology to allow people to see through walls. Susumu Tachi, who showed off the cloak at an exhibition in San Francisco earlier this month, said he was hopeful of providing a way to provide a view of the outside in windowless rooms. "This technology can be used in all kinds of ways, but I wanted to create a vision of invisibility..."

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:16 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    "Book"

    The ink I'm writing with Is derived from a great pulse; There's a manuscript of bone and body Waiting to be read, but I fear the metaphors contained Are simply too constrained and are waiting to jump the page To ride the impulsive whim of gravity toward a redeeming flame To be transformed by light in a flicker, to be made real again by words Free of articulation, devoid of meaning, to be read as a noble body bound by love.

    jaybird found this for you @ 00:43 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Monday, 14 June, 2004 }

    I'm in a very silly

    I'm in a very silly mood tonight... thus: Public Service Announcements, slightly reeeeeeeeeemixed. (mpg format)

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:49 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    c monks has some thoughts

    c monks has some thoughts on events in the news

    Happy Flag Day! I love flags. Flags rock. Doesn't matter what kind of flag it is either, I love them all. The US flag is actually kind of overrated. Too busy. How many frickin' stars and stripes does one flag need anyway? Still, it's a flag, so I love it! I wish I could put flags up everywhere around my house. Just, you know, flag this mutha out. It'd be awesome. I'd have like ten flags in the living room and nine in the kitchen. My house would be the flaggiest house in the neighborhood. That would be awesome.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:00 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Are you amazed? Interrogation abuses

    Are you amazed? Interrogation abuses were 'approved at highest levels'

    New evidence that the physical abuse of detainees in Iraq and at Guantanamo Bay was authorised at the top of the Bush administration will emerge in Washington this week, adding further to pressure on the White House.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:24 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Space rock smashes into

    Space rock smashes into NZ home

    A grapefruit-sized meteorite has crashed through the roof of a house in Auckland, New Zealand.
    The rock hit a sofa and then bounced back up to the ceiling, before coming to rest under a computer.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:09 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    Boo-hoo; I have to move into a new, less intimate office today


    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:22 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    Terror inquiry snares art exhibit

    Terror inquiry snares art exhibit

    Visitors to "The Interventionists" exhibit at MASS MoCA are greeted by a sight unusual even for the cutting-edge art museum. One of the galleries in the show devoted to contemporary political art is oddly vacant, dominated by empty tables and a sign explaining that the materials intended for the display have been impounded by the FBI.

    The seized materials, including simple bacteria, have become part of a case that some feel is pitting artistic expression against the sweeping anti-terrorism powers of the federal government. In addition to confiscating the makings of the art installation, federal officials have subpoenaed the artists involved in the work and may be pursuing charges of biological terrorism.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:20 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Sunday, 13 June, 2004 }

    Future Hi: Paradigm Shift I

    Future Hi: Paradigm Shift

    I had a vision last weekend concerning cultural/technological evolution and the concept of the Singularity (what follows is a rough outline of a larger paper I'm working on). The Singularity is alternatively imagined to be some apocalyptic transformation through fire which will purge the planet of the Old Ways and sweep the pure of heart into the next phase of existence, or it is a sudden shift in perception as technology is accelerating so quickly that life is indistinguishable from imagination. I tend to lean towards the latter, though I question how much of the Old Ways will disappear in the new paradigm.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:44 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    His other job is chief

    His other job is chief lama in Russian republic

    This pleasant young man from Colorado has been identified by the Dalai Lama of Tibet as the latest of many reincarnations of a Buddhist saint who lived in northern India 400 or 500 years ago. On and off for about half of every year, Ombadykow spends time at what might be called his day job, as chief lama here in the republic of Kalmykia, on the Caspian Sea. It is his ancestral homeland -- a piece of Russia that is the only predominantly Buddhist region in Europe.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:49 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    The Three Top Sins Of

    The Three Top Sins Of The Universe

    On Tuesday September 11, 2001, at least 35,615 of our brother and sisters died from the worst possible death, starvation. Somewhere around 85% of these starvation deaths occur in children 5 years of age or younger. Why are we letting at least 30,273 of the most beautiful children die the worst possible death everyday? Every 2.43 seconds another one of our fellow brothers and sisters dies of starvation. Starvation doesn't just happen on Tuesday September 11, 2001, it happens everyday, 365 days per year, 24 hours per day, it never stops.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:59 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Aldous Huxley: The Ultimate Revolution

    Aldous Huxley: The Ultimate Revolution [audio lecture, Real Player req.]

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:32 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    { Saturday, 12 June, 2004 }

    "Thunder Theatre"

    Thunder booms, twilight looms:
    The street has become a river, she said,
    And we huddled here watching are its flotsam.
    The grey gusts that propel us to take cover, in awe
    Inspire flocks of twittering swifts to paint streaks of flight
    Over our wet heads, art on the wing, dancing with lightning,
    And no umbrella can stop the rain, and no dire weather rising
    Should move us to fear, but to wade in the water, be cleansed in the storm.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:43 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The Continuing Adventures of Person and Centaur, Part II

    person_centaur.jpg


    (Part I)


    Person: It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?

    Centaur: It depends on what you mean by ‘lovely’ and what you mean by ‘day.’ If these factors are suitably defined, I might be inclined to agree with you.

    Person: I was just making an observation, really, I’m not interested in proving these fairly common concepts for the sake of genial conversation.

    Centaur: Fine. Have a little smoke.

    Person: No thanks, it’s early yet.

    Centaur: Early in the ‘day,’ you mean.

    Person: Yes, of course.

    Centaur: Thank you for the insight, my friend! It is, in fact, a day, and you have just proved it adequately for me. Cheers!

    (Centaur inhales deeply from an ornate smoking pipe made from a conch shell, a turnip, three yards of green shoestring and a Chinese astrological scroll, exhaling a purple stream of smoke that eventually forms into a severe thunderstorm over Blue Earth, Minnesota, with penny-sized hale and wind strong enough to knock over the strongest of garden gnomes).

    Person: How so?

    Centaur: By saying that it was early yet, you therefore constrain the concept ‘day’ into a comprehendible model. ‘Day’ becomes a set length, wherein for you at least, there is a beginning, middle, and some degree of ending. While I may not keep the same hours as you, I as a sympathetic creature can relate to your routines within that grouping of variables.

    Person: ?

    Centaur: I am written from a human perspective, yet being a Centaur I cannot pretend to grasp a majority of your ways of thinking. Likewise, I as a Centaur am rather an enigma to you... you being not just a human but a Person, endowed with a sense of personhood, and depending on your reasoning ability, placehood...

    Person: Whoa, we’re getting a little off topic. All I said was that it’s a lovely day!

    Centaur: But we are actually radically on-topic! Don’t you see? I am trying to understand the totality of ‘day’ which, by your measure is ‘lovely’ and therefore worthy of remark and praise, which just now was evoked as you gaily sauntered by a fantastical creature. The only way to do that fully and completely is to discover exactly who you are and exactly who I am. Once we have compared our mutuality and contrast, we can agree on basic ideals, and I am utterly anxious to reach accord with you on all that is ‘lovely!’ Smoke?

    Person: Lovely is... lovely is... lovely is what it is. Lovely is today. It’s a state of being, a feeling. It’s... just lovely. What is there to understand about that?

    Centaur: Exactly.

    Person: ?

    Centaur: It’s an abstract idea, but one among many that is central to conscious experience, which in turn defines you as a Person and all the sentience you call upon to make sense of the world. Your concept of ‘lovely’ is uniquely yours, and all we can do is share the word, which appears to be related to a state of love. We can toss the word around, play with it, bend it, but it will still be ‘lovely.’ What we cannot possibly fathom is the depth and breadth of your experience of ‘lovely,’ something far more mutable and expansive than two syllables thrown together and used as an adjective in a sentence.

    Person: I see. Well, I must be off, as it seems that a true conversation will be difficult. I might as well flail my arms in the air and quack like a duck in order to express the loveliness of this day. Farewell.

    Centaur: Wait! I’d much rather you do that than just pass by saying how lovely the day is. Express the loveliness in the flailing and quacking!

    Person: I can’t do that.

    Centaur: Sure you can ol’ chap, you’re just a character in a book, there’s no one that’ll be blushing at you unless you and the author work together to make someone else up. C’mon, get to it!

    Person: But I don’t know you!

    Centaur: All the more reason, my friend. No one is watching except That Who Is Reading This. And They certainly won’t mind.

    Person: Well... (looks around, pauses, and nervously jumps a bit, wagging the arms and making a restrained quacking noise).

    Centaur: Ah, from that I’d say it’s a fair day.

    Person: (exasperated) It’s a lovely day!

    Centaur: Prove it!

    Person: (a more vigorous performance this time, a bit of genuine flail, and a quack that’s muted but well-intentioned).

    Centaur: It’s a good day.

    Person: IT’S A LOVELY DAY! (another round, this time with exuberant flailing, loud quacking, which stops a whole flock of American Wigeons from their muddy festivities only 23 miles from Where You Are Sitting Now, who reply in unison with QUACK!)

    Centaur: It’s a lovely day! I agree wholeheartedly! Sit for a spell and have a smoke. How do you do, I’m a Centaur.

    Person: I.... (embarrassed, looking all about to see if anyone other than You saw this) I’m a... I’m a person?

    Centuar: Very good, yes you are. Now that we’ve begun, let’s get down to the nitty gritty...

    (To be continued)

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:03 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    What is the Plain of

    What is the Plain of Jars, what does it look like, and where is it?

    UPDATE: Here's some links from the MeFi thread about the same subject: 1,2.

    jaybird found this for you @ 14:26 in Country of the Week | | permalink



    "The Circus has come to town..."

    The circus has come to town...

    The circus is in the canopy of supermarket trees
    Whose thin trunks hoist the soft rustle of unmarred leaves
    To blot the tired air
    Where, aglow in the opaque eye of 1am buzzing lamps,
    A mockingbirdand and his orchestra of thrill-songs
    Is the only anthem as weary shadows shuffle
    He exalts an endless solo of variation
    Recording daring feats foreign to the human mind, spectral to be sure...

    The circus is in the firefly starlight
    That flickers in the open windows
    Alighting on naked breezeblown bodies
    Inciting laughter with a flash of strange illumination
    And a flight as stellar as the sweet nothings that make the curtains billow.

    The circus is in the fever dreams of butterflies
    Awakening to new form and new fashion
    Dashing fancifully through the blue of your eyes
    Clouds pause their horseplay for the fluttering of fantasy wings
    Transformation on the loose to enchant us in following.

    The circus has come to town
    Agog in the splendor of a good parade
    And the caravans are parked for now in my heart
    Each beat is a free ticket I'm handing to you
    And the way to love is a tightrope act
    Suspended across the sawdust circles of our anticipation.

    You are a trapeze to my spangled wishes
    You are the clown car for my multitudinous prayers toward the source of beauty
    You are the ring of fire for the beast of my senses
    You are the flamboyant tents rushing in to fill the empty space of lost thoughts
    Come one, come all, gather in the culmination of delight
    You are my circus, and I, spellbound
    Wait breathless on the edge of my seat for your next great act.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:39 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The Northern Mockingbird About

    The Northern Mockingbird

    About their song: Sometimes when a mockingbird impresses himself with a particularly good riff, he does a little somersault and goes right back to singing. That's got to feel good, on a physical level, whether or not a potential mate is watching and listening. As Blake said, "How do you know but ev'ry bird that cuts the airy way is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?"

    Listen up.

    jaybird found this for you @ 09:34 in Creature of the Week | | permalink



    { Friday, 11 June, 2004 }

    Ok, fickle me... I'm tired

    Ok, fickle me... I'm tired and changed my mind about watching the show. I'm house managing for it and that consumes about all the stamina I've got. Work has been zapping all of my available resources, which in turn diminishes my more elaborate stimuli-seeking desires, which in turn threatens the creative output I must maintain in order to meet my self-imposed deadline for submitting my manuscript for Book #2.

    But this seemingly useless ranting has great therapeutic value, which I've not exploited in some time on the site, always in fear that it's banal and drab reading. You might see more of it, now that I've rekindled those neurons that grant permission to air out the pent up ferment of my cranial fatty tissue and my dithering, dizzy bones.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:23 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    I'm off to see "The

    I'm off to see "The Glass Menagerie" for the first time...

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:11 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    All the Myriad Things Are

    All the Myriad Things Are Speaking the Dharma

    The sounds of the streams and creeks are just like the vast, long tongue of the Buddha, proclaiming the wonderful Dharma. The hues of the green mountains are all the pure Dharma-body, delighting those who see them. If you understand this principle, the absolutely everything in the world is speaking the Dharma.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:02 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Tomorrow is the World Naked

    Tomorrow is the World Naked Bike Ride, with Asheville listed as a participant city. Woo-hoo, but alas, my bike is out of comish.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:08 in Radical Undertakings | | permalink



    This is just very, very

    This is just very, very nice: Fly guy.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:34 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    { Thursday, 10 June, 2004 }

    Long Live the Soul

    Long Live the Soul of Ray Charles

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:29 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    This is 'priceless:' Uninvited Artist

    This is 'priceless:' Uninvited Artist Posts Work at 4 Museums

    Paintings of President Bush and former President Clinton, accompanied by messages referring to the artist's bodily fluids, mysteriously appeared last week on the walls of two major city museums and reportedly at two other museums in Philadelphia and Washington.

    The 9-by-15-inch work, done on a frameless canvas, was affixed to the wall with double-sided tape. A label taped next to the painting said it was made with ``acrylic, legal tender and the artist's semen.''

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:46 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Bizarre: Skylarks helped by 'crop

    Bizarre: Skylarks helped by 'crop circles'

    Crop circles could finally have found their niche with news that leaving fallow patches in cereal fields could help reverse a decline in UK birdlife.
    Skylark breeding rose nearly 50% when small patches of cereal fields were left unsown, a two-year study found.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:05 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 09 June, 2004 }

    Scientology link to public schools

    Scientology link to public schools

    A popular anti-drug program provided free to schools in San Francisco and elsewhere teaches concepts straight out of the Church of Scientology, including medical theories that some addiction experts described as "irresponsible" and "pseudoscience."

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:57 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Utopia or Obivion? Frankly, I'll

    Utopia or Obivion? Frankly, I'll take non-dualism.

    Ah, Utopia. That crucial concept and crucial ambiguity! Is Utopia something that is no place and never will be anywhere? Or is Utopia just around the corner of human consciousness? Is it possible that fundamental improvement in humanity's obviously improvable condition could be realized rapidly, voluntarily, consciously, peacefully and democratically?

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:46 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    House of Bees: 700,000 removed

    House of Bees: 700,000 removed from man's home. He must've been bee-draggled.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:47 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

    Insane- I am in court all day for work; what an amazing cross-section of either defeated or cocky humans.


    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:16 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    Planet Venus completes transit

    Planet Venus completes transit

    The planet Venus has completed a very rare passage across the face of the Sun - an event not witnessed since 1882.

    Unfortunately, it was too cloudy here for the blessed event, but alas, we're all so proud of the little planet that could.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:41 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 08 June, 2004 }

    How 'Avenue Q' surprised

    How 'Avenue Q' surprised everybody

    Could the unexpected Tony Awards victory of "Avenue Q," which actively if playfully wooed voters, mean more creative politicking for Broadway's highest honors next year?

    I really enjoy this silly little musical. If you ever get a chance, give it a listen... such classic numbers as "The Internet is for Porn" will have you reeling.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:51 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    You really need to watch

    You really need to watch the Ashcroft Fear Remix (QT .mov, 6megs of amazing satire filmmaking).

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:24 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Get your own Drag Queen

    Get your own Drag Queen Doll, missy!

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:37 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    Interviewing ourselves on foreign policy:

    Interviewing ourselves on foreign policy: a discussion with the always hard to pin down John and Jane Q. Public.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:15 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Monday, 07 June, 2004 }

    An aikido master explains how

    An aikido master explains how to kick ass and find inner peace: Spiritual Exercises

    You wrote about the battle to maintain attention in spiritual practice in Boredom and the Religious Imagination. How and when did you find the theme of maintaining attention in aikido and other martial arts?

    It has become gradually more and more clear to me that this is what all of these martial disciplines are about. This is in fact the battle. In any kind of battle, it is all about attention and what we choose to pay attention to, and the quality of attention, and how we invest that attention. In aikido, it is essential, because if you pay attention to the wrong things, it could be literally life or death.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:01 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Beeb: Satellite images 'show Atlantis'

    Beeb: Satellite images 'show Atlantis'

    "We have in the photos concentric rings just as Plato described"

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:02 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



    I hate it when you

    I hate it when you miss some news where you live only to find it picked up by some other paper in some other state:

    Residents paint Asheville street to slow speeders

    Flower power apparently convinced motorists to slow down in a local neighborhood, but city officials clipped the idea before it could blossom. Work crews blocked Carrier Street in West Asheville Thursday, pressure washing and scraping away two road paintings that residents said slowed speedy traffic in the 35-mile-per-hour zone.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:23 in | | permalink



    This story is making the

    This story is making the rounds in several channels, and this particular version is being vigorously fact-checked. The author of this piece had substantial involvement in the Reagan and Bush I admins. So, I think it's seriously worth looking at:

    Bush's Erratic Behavior Worries White House Aides

    President George W. Bush’s increasingly erratic behavior and wide mood swings has the halls of the West Wing buzzing lately as aides privately express growing concern over their leader’s state of mind. In meetings with top aides and administration officials, the President goes from quoting the Bible in one breath to obscene tantrums against the media, Democrats and others that he classifies as “enemies of the state.”

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:20 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Sunday, 06 June, 2004 }

    This is a very nice

    This is a very nice way to wrap up the weekend, and no, it's not what you think: Live Peep Show (or 'piip,' as those wacky Norwegians would have it)!

    It's birds, folks. In a house. With a camera.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:03 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    "Voiced Over"

    The recording session for the cartoon voices went very well. However, being that I'm under a strict confidentiality clause in my contract, I didn't feel at ease taking pix of the studio, but I'll ask when I go in again on Wednesday.

    The reason for the confidentiality is interesting enough. The producers have good reason to keep storyline away from fans, who will hopefully buy the DVDs like gangbusters. The Anime market in the US is apparently huge and growing ever more so, so in order to stay on top and get the most out of marketing, the voiceover artists really shouldn't go blabbing about their characters or the script. So, mum's the word from me on the content of the project, until it's officially released, of course. I wish I could tell you more.

    Let's just say I have to cross a few cultural boundaries and try not to shower the mic with spittle.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:05 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    What star do you allegedly

    What star do you allegedly look like? I tried this silly thing and ta-da, I'm Gary Oldman. Try for yourself, via j-walk blog.

    mystarcomp.jpg

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:12 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    Newsworthy promouncements.

    Several items of note:

  • Obviously, the big news is President Reagan's death. Never a fan of his politics, I can't help but respect the man, not the President, but the man. His charisma, his gentle affect, and his boldness were admirable, and generations of politicians to come will continue to emulate his style. He was a man of conviction, who truly believed what he was doing was right. Very few in office I believe are capable of behaving the same way. He didn't care about polls, he governed from his sense of duty. You can't argue that.

    The tragedy of Alzheimer's took my grandfather, and if Reagan's death brings an increased awareness of this disease, it could be the one offering from the Gipper's legacy that we could all agree could make the world a better place. However, I can't ignore his ignorance as a president that allowed AIDS to ravage the country, his support for brutal regiemes, and his history of intolerance toward minorities. Godspeed to the man, but good riddance to his politics and policies (examples given).

  • It may be too early to tell, but the latest bout of writer's block may have finally broken. The poem from last night was the first substantive and cogent piece of writing to come in some time, and I'm finally feeling a surge of creativity long absent, and delightfully new.

  • I go into the studio today for my first round of recording cartoon voices! I'm so giddy (and rather frightened) that my longtime secret wish is finally coming true. Hopefully, I'll get a pic of the session and post it.

  • The cat in my lap would like to tell the world hello and he loves you all. Really.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:50 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The beautiful Japanese art form

    The beautiful Japanese art form Ukiyoe, with its everyday scenes of traditional life, has now been welcomed into the 21st century; presenting Ukiyoe Flash.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:34 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    { Saturday, 05 June, 2004 }

    "Verses on the Ecology of Love"

    Bend your ear and tilt your senses this-a-way:

    Lushness is rolling in,
    Fresh and booming as mountain thunder
    Every mere thing echoes this silent uprising.
    The lake's ripples
    Encouraged by the paddling of swan feet
    And the swoosh of sunfish tail
    Never end.
    Every spare space is overtaken by verdant endeavour
    Each passing moment is another pulse of life rushing in to fill you
    While you are here to receive it,
    And no gasp of air breezes by
    Without vibrating in the chorus of birdsong.

    Spill your thoughts,
    The earthworm'd soil will take them
    Stop for the sunset,
    And welcome speechlessness as you would a lover.

    Thinking does not enhance or clairfy
    The tableaux of evening light in concert with the water-
    Just as the unseen stirring of a fish,
    The true mind is the mystery that thrives beneath the surface.

    Stay here as long as you like;
    This passing of a day and its enchantments
    Over this abundant and passion-filled valley
    Is as meant for you as you are it;
    When you can breathe in quiet
    And stall the manic preoccupations of the modern person
    You find you are no different from these vines
    And the beaver that plays in the waves of sunset
    Than a cloud is from the sky.
    Who here has done wrong?
    None, and the swifts and starlings will take your loose threads
    For nesting.

    In the divine opulence of this universe and this nature
    That plays before you and through the canals and lakes
    Of your still-beating and still-seeking heart
    What matters already is
    All else is removed
    And for the fences you've hopped along the way
    You are forgiven.

    Go, careen into the coming starlight
    Lose the language that binds you
    Scatter the game pieces that taunt you-
    Let them succumb to the fecund reality
    That underlies and inhabits the world
    That does not end at doorstep
    Or the celebrated borders of human skin.

    You alone are nature
    You alone are animal, animate,
    You all one are all this
    Stand free of the notions of identity
    Fearlessly guide your stride
    Back on the footpaths of infinity,
    And behold the ecology of love,
    The niche of this spare minute
    Where you stopped for the sunset.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:07 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    *Moblogging is posting from a cellphone or other wireless device- if a picture, it's taken from the phone.

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    Let's talk tanuki... tanuki and

    Let's talk tanuki... tanuki and fox... traditional tanuki... trickster tanuki... tanuki culture... transformer tanuki... tanuki priest... tanuki balls.

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    So Where the Hell is

    So Where the Hell is Hyperspace?

    Hyperspace - 1.) An accelerated or excited space. 2.) Any dimension above and beyond 3-D spacetime (commonly referred to as “reality”). So when looking for hyperspace, we would be searching for any space or dimension that exists above and beyond the reality we normally perceive. Many scholars, mathematicians, and mystics have spent many lifetimes attempting to discover exactly what and where hyperspace actually is, but the main problem of hyperspace is that you can’t actually see it. You can’t even poke at it. No matter how fervently or convincingly you argue or attempt to prove its existence, you can never really know if it’s actually there.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:32 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    Interview with Dr. Clifford Pickover

    Interview with Dr. Clifford Pickover

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    Qurrvack!: Ducks 'quack in

    Qurrvack!: Ducks 'quack in regional accents'

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    Vive la France! First gay

    Vive la France! First gay marriage held in France

    A French mayor has presided over the country's first gay marriage. Noel Mamere officiated at the civil marriage ceremony of two men in the south-western town of Begles, near Bordeaux.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:51 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    { Friday, 04 June, 2004 }

    Sorry not much to say

    Sorry not much to say today, great need for decompression!

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    A glimpse of the Baghdad

    A glimpse of the Baghdad art scene

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    After crashing many a server

    After crashing many a server in high demand, the trailer for Fahrenheit 9/11 is now out... sorta. Here's a mirror, 6mb, WMV version. Wow.

    This movie could really have a huge impact in November.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:48 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    { Thursday, 03 June, 2004 }

    Synchronous Rhythmic Flashing of Fireflies

    Synchronous Rhythmic Flashing of Fireflies

    We humans are pretty smug about our ability to communicate complex messages via sound waves. Of course, we recognize that whales and other cetaceans also seem to "talk" to one another, and that other animals employ their sense of smell for relaying messages. But most of us do not realize that lowly fireflies congregate to communicate en masse, with untold thousands of individuals cooperating in huge synchronized light displays. In reading some of the descriptions of these great natural phenomena, one recalls the light displays used to communicate with the aliens in the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:49 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    The Beeb has created their

    The Beeb has created their own online Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

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    One head rolls, more to

    One head rolls, more to follow.

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    Bohemian culture 'is now the

    Bohemian culture 'is now the norm'

    "We have to recognise that many of our present assumptions about life have originated from people who, sometimes in very small ways but motivated by revolutionary ideals, hope and defiance of convention, challenged the establishment 100 years ago. In a way, we're all Bohemians now. We can conduct relationships with people from any social class without fear of ostracism, while deploring oppressive, stratified societies."

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:09 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 02 June, 2004 }

    Unfortunately, I missed the annual

    Unfortunately, I missed the annual Cheese Rolling event while on vacation.

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    Antjuan Oden painted these pieces

    Antjuan Oden painted these pieces with coffee as his paint. Scraps of paper served as Antjuan's canvas. He completed nearly 75 pieces and mailed them to us.

    Many were painted in solitary confinement.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:33 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Nah, she's not sick, she's

    Nah, she's not sick, she's just having a 'boil-off:' Scientologists settle death suit

    Church records show McPherson received doses of chloral hydrate, a prescription sedative, and was given magnesium injections. The records also say McPherson was cared for by a medical doctor who is not licensed in Florida but worked for the church.

    I can't help but be skeptical of Scientology, even in lieu of my strong commitment to interfaith dialogue. My best friend has studied Scientology, and has the good sense and keen mind to separate the good teachings (there are many that seem quite advanced and wise) from the total bunk and mind-jamming rubbish of on-the-spot-theology, not to mention their 'affinity' for cold-hard cash. Every, and I do mean every, spiritual path has great value, and I believe Scientology started off in that direction, but it's now a snake-oil business that must be regarded with caution.

    For a safer, non-corporate version of Scientology teachings, I highly recommend Free Zone (practicing the basic ideas of the early days, but completely separate from the modern 'church').

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:25 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 01 June, 2004 }

    May's especially surreal searches

    May was a quitter month for truly disturbing search requests, which may mean one of two things: 1) this site has become more useful in terms of people finding what they’re looking for, or 2) it’s simply become less disturbing. Nonetheless, culled from the reams of google referrals, here’s last month’s simply bizarre or somewhat revolting queries (I love the word ‘query,‘ as much as I love ‘queue’):


  • tea bagging pics / Green, black, or spiced?

  • william wordsworth strange facts / He wandered lonely as a cloud.

  • sex there are those that open you up to something new and exotic those that are old and familiar those that bring up lots of questions those that bring you somewhere unexpected those that bring you far from where you started and those that bring you back. but the most exciting challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. and if you can find someone to love the you love well
    that s just fabulous / It certainly is.

  • pictures of bird shit on person / No comment on this recurring theme.

  • center-of-gravity rabbit / Physics students gone CrAzY!

  • toe wrestling group / Get a grip. Ha.

  • kim jong il rubber duckies / They must all be in a perfect row, smiling for the glories the revolution!

  • chaos and life dick bird / Too many places one could go with this. I'm not going to any of 'em. Unless I'm there already.

  • holy hay / ...lines the stall of the holy cow.

  • please check back soon. you won t regret it!!! / I did, it was regretful. To whom do I register my complaint?

  • big evil bird caught on tape .com / small benign avian freed from tape .org!

  • photograph smelly foot / Why settle for a picture when the real thing is so abundant. It's not like sex or something. Then again, it probably is. Oh dear.


  • And this month's winner, apparently having some issues with Shit Creek and a lack of paddles:


  • scatological name and waterfall

    In closing of this month's such entry, may you all find what you're looking for... dot com.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:02 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    A mother responds to homophobia:

    A mother responds to homophobia:

    In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn't bear to continue living any longer, that he didn't want to be gay and that he couldn't face a life without dignity.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:18 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Bury the 'surprising' news on

    Bury the 'surprising' news on a holiday: Cheney office denies role in Halliburton deal

    A reference to such an arrangement was made in an internal Pentagon e-mail from an Army Corps of Engineers official to another Pentagon employee...

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:21 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    I'm back from paradise and

    I'm back from paradise and paradisical frinds and about to reenter the workaday world. The vacation was the biggest rejuvinator I've had in some time, and I'll have pics and stories from the road after work today...

    "The moon... it's ok, man. The moon is ok."

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:15 in Misc. Babble | | permalink




     
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    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.