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

{ Tuesday, 31 August, 2004 }

August's 10 Weirdest...

Our lovely ongoing tradition of listing many of the utterly strange search
requests at the end of the month continues, but with a twist. It takes quite
some time to scour my logs looking for the strangest of the strange, and even
more time to wittily respond to them. So, this month, I'm narrowing it down to
the top ten utterly bizarre search requests, and will be linking each request to
graphic that fits the theme of the query in a way that tickles my peculiar
humour. Confused? I am too. Let's get on with it:

10. chapped lips orgone

9. kerry constantly sticks out his tongue

8. pickle licking contest

7.paintings that remind us of the day of judgement

6. is it art?

5.stay married for the kids?

4.saiewdnbifswhtutaawtttstcotfw

3.moose knuckle pictures

2. weird things

and the most bizarre, most logically unruly, most supremely
unusual search string for August 2004 is...

1. frog porn

jaybird found this for you @ 21:36 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



Fear factor: By entering a

Fear factor: By entering a 2-digit code in a hidden location, a second set of votes is created. This set of votes can be changed, so that it no longer matches the correct votes. The voting system will then read the totals from the bogus vote set. It takes only seconds to change the votes, and to date not a single location in the U.S. has implemented security measures to fully mitigate the risks.

jaybird found this for you @ 17:35 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



More RNC Protest Pics, some

More RNC Protest Pics, some NSFW.

jaybird found this for you @ 16:13 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



Rocinha is the largest slum,

Rocinha is the largest slum, or favela, in Rio. This traveler handed out several disposable cameras to the children who live there, and this is what happened...

jaybird found this for you @ 11:35 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



Berlin bear's break-out bid fails


Berlin bear's break-out bid fails

A bold amphibious escape bid by a bear at Berlin zoo has been foiled... Juan the Andean spectacled bear first paddled across a moat using a log for a raft, then scaled a wall. Finally he appeared to commandeer a bicycle, before zookeepers with brooms cornered him, and a colleague picked him off with a tranquiliser gun.

jaybird found this for you @ 07:22 in Radical Undertakings | | permalink



{ Monday, 30 August, 2004 }

Recognizing the Meta-Levels of Beliefs

Recognizing the Meta-Levels of Beliefs

You have a lot more thoughts, ideas, and representations than you do beliefs. You can think lots of things without believing them. When we believe--we trust our thoughts, validate our ideas, and say "Yes" to those representations as right, true, reflective of reality, and something we can hang-on to.

jaybird found this for you @ 22:08 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



Reagan Home for the Criminally

Reagan Home for the Criminally Insane

While the Ronald Reagan Home for the Criminally Insane specializes in “bad taste for a good cause” there is no skit or graphic that we could ever come up with that can match the bad taste of the Bush Administration’s continued attempts to exploit the tragedy of September 11th to further their political agenda.

jaybird found this for you @ 19:23 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



Inside the Spiritual Jacuzzi: What

Inside the Spiritual Jacuzzi: What JewBus, Unitarian Pagans, and the Hot Tub Mystery Religion tell us about traditional faiths

There is a group in the Dallas area called the Hot Tub Mystery Religion. Its adherents hold to no particular spiritual dogma, borrowing freely from such sources as Jewish mysticism, Roman paganism, Islamic heresy, and experimental art. One of its founders has compiled a recommended reading list for the faithful; it includes a collection of Tantric exercises, a text on Sufism, one of Philip K. Dick’s Gnostic science fiction stories, and a novel by the Catholic apologist G.K. Chesterton. The group has been known to treat nitrous oxide as a sacrament and to throw Jacuzzi parties -- hence the name.

jaybird found this for you @ 15:57 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



Amazing sculpture from Bathsheba

Amazing sculpture from Bathsheba Grossman

jaybird found this for you @ 12:27 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



Biggest bets in the universe

Biggest bets in the universe unveiled

Betting on the greatest unsolved problems in the universe is no longer the preserve of academic superstars such as Stephen Hawking. From Thursday anyone will be able to place bets on whether the biggest physics experiments in the world will come good before 2010.

For two weeks, British-based bookmaker Ladbrokes is opening a book on five separate discoveries: life on Titan, gravitational waves, the Higgs boson, cosmic ray origins and nuclear fusion.

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



{ Sunday, 29 August, 2004 }

Evolving Towards Telepathy" href="http://www.betterhumans.com/Features/Columns/Transitory_Human/column.aspx?articleID=2004-04-26-4">Evolving

Evolving Towards Telepathy: Demand for increasingly powerful communications technology points to our future as a "techlepathic" species

jaybird found this for you @ 23:45 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



I'm tracking this week's

I'm tracking this week's protests at NYC Indymedia:
Have a look and get informed
.

jaybird found this for you @ 15:45 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



A Kind of Innocence We'd

A Kind of Innocence We'd Never Seen Before: Thoughts on the Grateful Dead, the Beatles, and Collective Consciousness

Suddenly people were stripped before one another and behold! as we looked on, we all made a great discovery: we were beautiful. Naked and helpless and sensitive as a snake after skinning, but far more human than that shining nightmare that had stood creaking in previous parade rest. We were alive and life was us. We joined hands and danced barefoot amongst the rubble. We had been cleansed, liberated! We would never don the old armors again.

jaybird found this for you @ 10:33 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



Charity, compassion and gay spirituality

Charity, compassion and gay spirituality

We passed through something of a golden age of compassion and caring in the decade from the late 80’s to early 90’s. The outpouring of compassion for people living with AIDS was widespread and pretty much universal: buddies, food and housing assistance, care for pets…you name it. The way we loved and cared for one another made us proud to be queer. But what about now?

jaybird found this for you @ 07:41 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



"Midnight Fog"

One long exhale and you've filled the valley
You've softened the angles with a fleet of angels
Whirling over the road, through my window, into tomorrow's plans.
I remember once that on one mountain
The mist was so thick it crept into my travel bag
In between the pages of a book
And obscured the meanings of words.
As I uncork memories and pour a small glass of future
And the crickets lull me to foggy thoughts and midnight quiet
I let the low clouds overtake time
Blurring the borders of this world and that
To slip away on a whisp of air,
To dance in my heart on the rolling breath of a good and sweet night.

jaybird found this for you @ 00:57 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



{ Saturday, 28 August, 2004 }

The long-lost sleeping Buddha of

The long-lost sleeping Buddha of Bamian.

"We are digging... to find the greatest statue in the world." It's hard to believe that the sculpture ever went missing. According to the writings of a Chinese pilgrim who reported seeing the reclining Buddha in AD 629, it stretched 1,000 feet.

jaybird found this for you @ 18:59 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



What is the Higgs boson,

What is the Higgs boson, and why do we want to find it? {via plep}

The Higgs boson is an undiscovered elementary particle, thought to be a vital piece of the closely fitting jigsaw of particle physics. Like all particles, it has wave properties akin to those ripples on the surface of a pond which has been disturbed; indeed, only when the ripples travel as a well defined group is it sensible to speak of a particle at all. In quantum language the analogue of the water surface which carries the waves is called a field. Each type of particle has its own corresponding field.

jaybird found this for you @ 17:12 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



The scrapbook from "Dearly

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The scrapbook from "Dearly Deaprted," the play which we just concluded last night,
is here for your viewing pleasure.

jaybird found this for you @ 13:09 in | | permalink



Keillor: We're Not in Lake

Keillor: We're Not in Lake Wobegon Anymore: How did the Party of Lincoln and Liberty transmogrify into the party of Newt Gingrich's evil spawn and their Etch-A-Sketch president, a dull and rigid man, whose philosophy is a jumble of badly sutured body parts trying to walk? (via Robin)

jaybird found this for you @ 12:03 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



{ Friday, 27 August, 2004 }

Dearly Departing

Well, this play is almost over... I'm in my long haul until the next scene. I'm toying with taking a break from theatre for a while. It consumes so much time, and given my recent spiritual upheaval and the current state of things here in America, I think there's much to do right now that's just a tish more socially proactive. Sure, making people laugh works wonders down to the quantum level, but I'm feeling a call to deeper service. Of course, the veggie ham in me is easily glazed, so who knows... at any rate, I'll be glad to remove all this ass-padding and tight Seersucker and move on to whatever the next phase is.

Great house tonight...

jaybird found this for you @ 21:11 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



The unity of nature shouldn't

The unity of nature shouldn't be exaggerated, since this is certainly not to claim that everything is the same, but there are certain threads that reappear. Resonance is an idea that we can use to understand vibrations of bridges and to think about atomic structure and sound waves, and the same mathematics applies over and over again in different versions.

...There were persistent reports when the first Western travelers went to southeast Asia, back to the time of Sir Francis Drake in the 1500s, of spectacular scenes along riverbanks, where thousands upon thousands of fireflies in the trees would all light up and go off simultaneously. These kinds of reports kept coming back to the West, and were published in scientific journals, and people who hadn't seen it couldn't believe it. Scientists said that this is a case of human misperception, that we're seeing patterns that don't exist, or that it's an optical illusion. How could the fireflies, which are not very intelligent creatures, manage to coordinate their flashings in such a spectacular and vast way?

jaybird found this for you @ 17:49 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



How Magicians Invented the Impossible

How Magicians Invented the Impossible

The authenticity of wardrobes called “spirit cabinets” that appeared to summon rowdy ghosts sparked heated debate and even riots. The French government deemed the magic of early magician Jean Eugene Robert-Houdin so inscrutable that they sent him as a special envoy to awe the colonized peoples of French Algeria. Master magicians attracted the attention now lavished on movie stars. In a flurry of creativity and determination that lasted roughly from 1850 through the Depression, the founders of modern magic created a new form of entertainment that spread across the globe.

jaybird found this for you @ 11:48 in Conjecture & Speculation | | permalink



Smallest 'Earth-like' planet seen European

Smallest 'Earth-like' planet seen

European scientists have discovered what they describe as the smallest Earth-like planet orbiting a star outside our Solar System. The planet is 14 times the size of Earth - not so large that it qualifies as a gas giant - and is close enough to the star that it is unlikely to be icy.

jaybird found this for you @ 07:44 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



{ Thursday, 26 August, 2004 }

Yours truly, "The Midnight

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Yours truly, "The Midnight Sinner."
from tonight's performance of "Dearly Departed."

jaybird found this for you @ 22:46 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



Yay, it's almost time for

Yay, it's almost time for the curtain call- another show down. I'll post pics later so y'all can see what the flaming hell I'm babbling about.

jaybird found this for you @ 21:46 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



Behold! It's seething strangeness!

Behold! It's seething strangeness!

jaybird found this for you @ 17:48 in High Weirdness | | permalink



Burning Man: A Black Rock

Burning Man: A Black Rock State of Mind

It is this freedom from commercialization, this brief moment of living the ideal and casting off the shackles of capitalism that make Burning Man such an oasis. Indeed, much of Silicon Valley leaves their cubes and offices for the playa, finding release, escape, and inspiration to bring back home. For now, the ideal can only exist if we work the rest of the year. But for one week we can drop our guard a little, fly our freak flag higher, talk to strangers and invite them into our temporary homes, embrace the land and the beautiful fury of nature, and walk amongst the human imagination as it manifests its vast mysteries into the arms of creation, unfettered and ever on the wing.

jaybird found this for you @ 15:04 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



Let's meet the Mongolian Death

Let's meet the Mongolian Death Worm!

The first time you hear about the Mongolian Death Worm you assume it has to be a joke; it sounds too much like the monster from a B-movie or an especially dire comic book to be true. A five-foot (1.5m) long worm dwelling in the vast and inhospitable expanses of the Gobi Desert, the creature is known to Mongolia’s nomadic tribesmen as the allghoi khorkhoi (sometimes given as allerghoi horhai or olgoj chorchoj) or ‘intestine worm’ for its resemblance to a sort of living cow’s intestine. Apparently red in colour, sometimes described as having darker spots or blotches, and sometimes said to bear spiked projections at both ends, the khorkhoi is reputedly just as dangerous as its alarming appearance would suggest, squirting a lethal corrosive venom at its prey and capable of killing by discharging a deadly electric shock, even at a distance of some feet.

jaybird found this for you @ 11:38 in Forteana, Phenomena & the Bizarre | | permalink



Earth warned on 'tipping points'

Earth warned on 'tipping points'

The world has barely begun to recognise the danger of setting off rapid and irreversible changes in some crucial natural systems, a scientist says.

Professor Schellnhuber said 12 "hotspots" had been identified so far, areas which acted like massive regulators of the Earth's environment.

If these critical regions were subjected to stress, they could trigger large-scale, rapid changes across the entire planet. But not enough was known about them to be able to predict when the limits of tolerance were reached.

jaybird found this for you @ 07:24 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



{ Wednesday, 25 August, 2004 }

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 @ 19:26 in Live from the road... | | permalink



Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, the pioneering

Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, the pioneering psychologist who devoted her life to studying death and dying, has moved on. (more...)

"I have never met a person whose greatest need was anything other than real, unconditional love. You can find it in a simple act of kindness toward somone who needs help. There is no mistaking love. You feel it in your heart. It is the common fiber of life, the flame that heals our soul, energizes our spirit and supplies passion to our lives. It is our connection to God and to each other."

jaybird found this for you @ 16:18 in | | permalink



Godchecker.com: We have more Gods

Godchecker.com: We have more Gods than you can shake a stick at. Browse the pantheons of the world, explore ancient myths, and discover Gods of everything from Fertility to Fluff with the fully searchable Holy Database Of All Known Gods.

jaybird found this for you @ 12:47 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



Can the ethnic cleansing in

Can the ethnic cleansing in Sudan be stopped?

When Amina saw the janjaweed approaching, she hurried the donkeys to a red-rock hillock three hundred yards away. She assumed that Mohammed had fled in another direction, but she turned and saw that he had remained at the wells, with the older boys and the men, in an effort to protect the animals. He and the others were surrounded by several hundred janjaweed. As the circle closed around her son, she ducked behind the hillock and prayed.

jaybird found this for you @ 09:37 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



{ Tuesday, 24 August, 2004 }

Interviews with mystic scholar/activist Andrew Harvey

Since he spoke Sunday night, I've been transfixed by his passionate, unapologetically urgent message.

  • On the dark night of the soul: "There's a tremendous danger that as people wake up to the horror of what is going on, they will run into political extremism or into fundamentalism of one kind or another. So it's extremely important that the wisdom of the dark night gets across because if people understand the necessity for this crucifixion, and understand that it's preparing the resurrection and the birth and an empowerment, then they will be prepared to go through it without fear -- or without too much fear -- trusting in the logic of the divine transformation."
  • On the Sufi practice of 'adab': "Adab is the concentrated essence, the perfume of all of the virtues combined. It's their emanation in beautiful, courteous, refined conduct. And this conduct is not simply external; it is internal."
  • On the weakness of modern systems and the deep need to rescue ancient wisdom: "The New Age does not deal in really transformative paths. To be a successful New Age guru, what you do first of all is sell “mysticism lite”—that’s L-I-T-E. Without suffering, without the need for ego to go through a death. All you have to do to be a successful New Age guru is to give people a vague sense that, just as they are, they are divine and wonderful and glorious. They don’t need to do anything. That is a total travesty of the authentic spiritual path. It trivializes it. It’s craziness to imagine that the highest spiritual achievements will immediately be accessible to you just because you want them to be. Such achievements require, as they have always required, the authentically mystical systems, that is, an immense amount of passionate, rigorous, sustained, and at times very painful work."
  • Mystical activism, sacred sexuality, and warriorship of love: "I think that hunger for true communion with someone else is part of the deepest human hunger. I think that the culture at large is the culture devoted to pornography and sensual excess really out of despair. That is particularly clear in the gay culture, where an addiction to youth and an addiction to physical beauty and an addiction to sex mask a very great self-loathing and self-despair. It’s that self-loathing and self-despair that has to be healed—which can only be healed really by the mystical journey. When you do meet the divine in this way, you begin the great process of healing oneself of one’s inherited homophobia, body shame, body hatred, or the fear of love itself. And that slowly starts to transform you into a warrior of love."
  • Social Activism in a World Saturated With Divinity: "EVERYTHING that divides one human being from another or from Nature must now be revealed as the convenient social, cultural or religious fiction it is. EVERYTHING that in any way disempowers or depresses the divine power and consciousness innate in every human being must be unmasked as a lie of power. EVERYTHING that provides authentic help and truth and wisdom from whatever area of human experience or pursuit must be embraced and fused with every other source of awareness and empowerment to provide the human race in this, its hour of danger and need, with the resources of an integral wisdom, a wisdom that unites the highest mystical understanding of the transcendent with the highest scientific, political, economic, technological, social and psychological knowledge of how to shape the immanent to mirror the ideals of equality, justice, and compassion on every level."

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:28 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    It's dress rehearsal, and for

    It's dress rehearsal, and for some reason I'm not bouncy... I think I'm on my male 'moon-time.'

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:01 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    Tally-ho! First entry from the

    Tally-ho! First entry from the new place! Life slowly begins to coalesce into some degree of normalcy.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:24 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    Moving Day the Last

    Moving from one apartment to the next took just over six days- not bad considering just how much I've lightened the load, how little time I had, and the few but deeply appreciated hours where help was received.

    This is the last post from the old place; I'm sitting on a floor desperate for vacuuming, with the computer obviously the last thing to go (except for the little brass bell dangling above me). This place came into my life via manifestation... the right place at quite literally the right time. It was a sanctuary, my first de facto place all to myself. Tonight, I lay my head down under the same roof, just one floor up... funny how things work.

    I've many memories of this place, deep fondness for what it brought to me, excepting the rather hard to manage feng shui. I'm excited for the huge increase in space, flexibility and character, but this floor will always be spacial, even if I hate carpet.

    I'm going through a bit of a spiritual upheaval right now, so it's fitting that now is the time when the abode transforms... it's a symbol for the abode within the heart that transforms to allow in a new spirit. And I couldn't have done it without this oddly shaped, strange little place.

    No matter my reasons for leaving, it's been good to me, and that's what will retain long after I've left.

    jaybird found this for you @ 00:29 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Monday, 23 August, 2004 }

    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    Tech rehearsal


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

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:19 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    I'm just checking in; still

    I'm just checking in; still alive, frightfully busy, spiritually fired up in spite of the craziness. This is going to be tough week to get through, but I'm determined not to be immolated in its nagging fires.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:04 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    Finding beauty over drudgery


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

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:29 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    Ah, dear friends, note the

    Ah, dear friends, note the time. I'm off for a meeting somewhere very far away. Posting will happens when it happens.

    jaybird found this for you @ 05:49 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    Moving Day #5.5

    My (insert Deity of choice here), this has been the most full and insanly hectic day in recent and long term memory... I want my day of rest back. Every minute has either been consumed my moving or obligation. I'm still not out of the old place yet- just a futon, this computer, and the fridge... oh yeah, the storage building too.

    I'm in diary mode, peoples, and I'm making a note to self: never move solo again, you need the help.

    I did the sound for an evening with Andrew Harvey tonight- what an amazingly passionate, prescient theologian and human being. One of mankind's crisis challengers right now, he said, is that we don't have enough time, we are occupied with the banal and mundane to a point of spiritual crisis. I'm feeling that now, and seeing what it does to me and my nerves... they're shot. This upcoming week is likely to be the busiest and least 'convenient' for transition, so I'm at a point of crisis challenge. I'm at a crux, the choice to deny the illusory demands is mine and tonight, as I lay here awkwardly typing, up far later than I should be (considering I've got a 150+ mi. drive for work at 6:30am), amid all this, I'm daring to choose it.

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



    { Sunday, 22 August, 2004 }

    Judge halts Louisiana same-sex vote

    Judge halts Louisiana same-sex vote

    A state judge ruled late Friday that a proposed constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriages and civil unions is unconstitutional and must be taken off the September 18 ballot.

    Civil District Court Judge Christopher Bruno said the proposed amendment is unconstitutional because it addresses more than one issue and would appear on a ballot that was not on a statewide election date.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:49 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    Auditory Reality?

    During the night, I was awoken by my own voice: i was saying, at the tippy-top of my lungs, "IT'S A BEING CONSTRUCTED FROM AUDITORY REALITY!"

    It may have to do with a fairly spooky dream I was having (not spooky enough to be a nightmare) about this old farmhouse that had been redeveloped into a yuppie palace. It was vacant on a hill, with a discoloration on a window that resembled a skull, of all frightful things. I was getting out my camera to document the occurrence when a cold wave of air hit me, and I 'knew' that a procession of spirits had begun, so I hightailed it home.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:39 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    { Saturday, 21 August, 2004 }

    Moving Day #4

    Moved:

  • Virtually everything.

    Accomplished:

  • About what I'd expected.

    Feeling:

  • Exhausted, excited, bruised, buoyant, overwhelmed, overjoyed, nostalgic, neurotic (slightly)

    Left to do:

    Glazing, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, spackling, hauling off a year's worth of unrecycled glass, disposing of bygone ephemera, saying adiós to one era, and namaste to the next.

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



    Happy Saturday: Amazing photographs of

    Happy Saturday: Amazing photographs of monkeys.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:14 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    Amazon tribe shows how language

    Amazon tribe shows how language moulds the way we think

    The Piraha indians, with a population of less than 200 living along the banks of the Maici River in Brazil, have no concept of precise amounts and words such as “more”, “all” and “each” do not exist in their language. Although they can count to “one” and “two”, the word for “one” tends to refer to “roughly one” or a small quantity. Any number beyond two is translated as “many”.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:42 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Once upon a time, a

    Once upon a time, a little doggy poo lived on the side of a road.
    [via The Tofu Hut

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:48 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    { Friday, 20 August, 2004 }

    Moving Day #3

    books.jpg Books, books, books. Today, I moved: about 500+ books upstairs, the audio-visual stimulus system (I'm bereft), clothes that I thought were non-essential (like my underwear, smart move), more flat surfaces to pile things on, repaired and moved a bookcase (where I sadly discovered a small colony of bookworms- they were on to quantum physics and sacred erotica), and a flurry of non-essential objets d'art. Down here, I'm getting down to the nitty-gritty: I've only got the holy lime green couch, the hutch, dresser and bed. And yeah, the computer too. I steamcleaned the carpets to some positive effect, though the machine puzzled me and didn't seem consistent. This weekend, there's no room for play. it's solid moving until Sunday night, when we rehearse again. Someday, I will narrow my book collection down to 10, have all my essentials in a backpack, and everything else in a trunk, so that when it's time to move, I won't need a herd of elephants, camels, and such intricate metaphorical ropes and pulleys.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:43 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Swift Boat Veterans for Truth:

    Swift Boat Veterans for Truth: A series of interviews and a review of documents show a web of connections to the Bush family, high-profile Texas political figures and President Bush's chief political aide, Karl Rove.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:12 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Happy Friday! It's Child

    Happy Friday! It's Child Pimp & Ho Costumes for your shopping pleasure!

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:40 in High Weirdness | | permalink



    Ladies and gentlemen, the Bushism

    Ladies and gentlemen, the Bushism has returned: Reprising a War With Words

    Earlier this month, President Bush was almost done with a speech to a group of minority journalists when he dropped a rather startling proposal. "We actually misnamed the war on terror," he said. "It ought to be the Struggle Against Ideological Extremists Who Do Not Believe in Free Societies Who Happen to Use Terror as a Weapon to Try to Shake the Conscience of the Free World."

    Or, if you prefer to abbreviate, SAIEWDNBIFSWHTUTAAWTTTSTCOTFW.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:38 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Teleportation goes long distance Physicists

    Teleportation goes long distance

    Physicists have carried out successful teleportation with particles of light over a distance of 600m across the River Danube in Austria. Long distance teleportation is crucial if dreams of superfast quantum computing are to be realised.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:36 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Thursday, 19 August, 2004 }

    Moving Day #2

    The second installment in the non-stop tour de force that is my upward journey to the apartment fifteen feet aobve...

    Moved:

  • A great many very delicate objects of significant spiritual meaning
  • Every painting, mask and random assorted thing that once covered the wall
  • More comfy chairs (2)
  • Oh, what the hell was that thing...?
  • Assorted flat surfaces soon to be plundered as a resting place for a great many very delicate objects of significant spiritual meaning

    Accomplished:

  • First picture hung
  • Broken window- glass removed, frame unsealed from ancient layers of paint
  • First official bag of trash filled
  • More progress on thoughts of where in the flaming gay hell the living room furniture will go.

    It's strange folks, it's all happened so fast. Last Sunday, moving upward was a passing fancy. Tonight, my home is increasingly bare to the point of having to remind myself of what is indeed going on. I love to move, actually, so I'm not overcome by sentimentality or anything like that- this current place, receding quick, was sort of a temporary shelter anyway. With hopes that this new place will lend to increased creativity, and more freedom of metaphorical movement, we move on to day 3.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:29 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The Universal Constructive Attitude The

    The Universal Constructive Attitude

    The Universal Constructive Attitude (UCA) is a fundamental view on cosmos, existence and life, which develops spontaneously in people who, by study and/or intuition, become conscious of the deepest features of universal existence. It is a view that expresses itself in a particular way of thinking, feeling and acting, with the most fundamental characteristic that it enables the development, within the individual and her/his environment, of latent "qualities" and potential "positive" realizations. (The quoted terms are explained immediately).

    This definition explicitly avoids concrete characteristics. It is a "definition by outcome". Consequently, every kind of attitude that comes up to this expectation, this purpose ("enabling development... " etc.) matches this definition. So it is always possible that divergent concrete aspects are at the same time good translations of the same eternal principles.

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:38 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    Judge Redefines Freedom of the

    Judge Redefines Freedom of the Press

    A judge's decision to punish five reporters for refusing to identify their sources for stories about nuclear scientist Wen Ho Lee threatens to chill vital newsgathering at a time of increased government secrecy, advocates say. U.S. District Judge Thomas Penfield Jackson on Wednesday held the reporters in contempt and fined each of them $500 a day until they reveal their source. He said the information was needed for Lee, a former nuclear weapons scientist once suspected of spying, to litigate his privacy lawsuit against government officials.

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:38 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    An Affected Provincial’s 25-Step Guide

    An Affected Provincial’s 25-Step Guide to Social Success: How to become a Bon Vivant

    Do not find yourself: create yourself. Refine and embellish that which is best in you, then present it to the world.... One must be persistent. Do not be discouraged by the initial reproaches and ridicule you will doubtlessly encounter at first, as you must allow time for the mass-marketed public to acclimate themselves to your unique radiance. The first cavemen threw rocks at the sun, so this sort of thing is to be expected from the rabble (of which you were once a member, but keep that to yourself). In time, they will come to love you.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:23 in Interesting People | | permalink



    Finally, some good news from

    Finally, some good news from Haiti: They play, peace wins.

    Haitians have been enjoying a sporting carnival as... Brazil's... World Cup-winning footballers took on the national side in Port-au-Prince.... But the excited Haitians - some of whom climbed trees next to the stadium to get a view - did not seem to care.

    The smiling football diplomacy couldn't be further from the scene six months ago, when armed rebels were demanding the resignation of former President Jean-Bertrand Aristide.

    (latest word has me going back in November)

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:12 in Haiti | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 18 August, 2004 }

    Moving Day #1

    The first daily accounting of today's moving activities (to the apartment just up the stairs and to the right):

    Moved:

  • Two wobbly chairs
  • One mini-throne
  • One card table, used as an dining table 3/365ths of the year.
  • One facsimile of Richard the Lionhearted's sword
  • One little folding table generally used as the official insense burning altar.
  • One little 'arts-n-crafts' tripod table-ette, reserved mostly for ritual objects or tasteful lamps

    Accomplished:

  • Two windows (one nailed shut) opened for increased circulation
  • Two cats adequately confused about the upstairs... downstairs... upstairs... downstairs...

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:29 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The Strangest Children's Book of

    The Strangest Children's Book of the 19th Century Teaches You the Facts of Life—Complete With Singing Vagina: Spanking the Monkey

    It is a truth universally acknowledged that Everything Is Funnier With Monkeys. If J. Fred Muggs, Lancelot Link, or zoo-house fecal tossing have taught us anything, it is that every human endeavor is enriched by the addition of a screaming, leg-humping, ass-biting primate. Even, say, sex education. I beg your pardon? you might ask. Clearly you're not acquainted with the strangest children's book of the 19th century—Sammy Tubbs, the Boy Doctor, and Sponsie, the Troublesome Monkey (1874). Written by health crusader and mail-order magnate Dr. Edward Bliss Foote (1829-1906), it's the five-volume Manhattan saga of the 12-year-old son of freed slaves. It does indeed also feature a sidekick monkey named Sponsie—and yes, as promised, he is troublesome.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:09 in Carnality, Naughtiness & Fun | | permalink



    The Sacred World of Shinto

    The Sacred World of Shinto Art in Kyoto, via Plep.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:26 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    New bird spotted in

    New bird spotted in Philippines

    An international expedition has found a bird species new to science on a remote island in the northern Philippines. The team of Filipino and UK researchers discovered the bird, a rail, living by a stream in the forests of Calayan. They think the birds number only about 200 pairs at most, and since they are found nowhere else they might soon be at risk from development pressures.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:19 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    { Tuesday, 17 August, 2004 }

    "Purification"

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    There's this ceramic dragon
    That I bought from a gaunt man leaning
    Against a brick wall in Philadelphia-
    He was selling his whole life
    To pay for his AIDS medicines...
    His face: ashen, pale, dour.
    He sold me a dragon, a bell, a painting of a white crane, a peacock,
    And I overpaid him, and hold them to this day
    In his trust.

    That little ceramic dragon
    Has been dropped and glued many times,
    Meant to keep the demons away.
    Each time I pack up my life
    To move it somewhere else
    The dragon must go first.
    To purify. To protect. To honor.
    Tonight, it sits in the doorway
    That is wondrously empty of me, waiting.

    Tonight, I burnt myrrh, sweetgrass, sage
    To fill the space between blank walls
    That will soon contain the passage of my days
    And the transit of tomorrow's unknowable fates.
    The little ceramic dragon stared out the window through the smoke,
    Stared past the trees and into the sky of a thousand deepening blues
    To perhaps find a soul set free
    Once held inside the thin glazed and molded body of a myth
    Whose flame makes pure the path before it, rising smoke above a city made of chance alone.

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    It's been confirmed: I'm moving

    It's been confirmed: I'm moving to the much more spacious, much more funky upstairs apartment. I'm so thrilled, I can't wait to get up there. Of course, I'll be blogging the progress... wore details to follow as they manifest.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:42 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    The Romany Gypsy Photograph &

    The Romany Gypsy Photograph & Video Collection, via Plep.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:16 in Culture, People & Customs | | permalink



    Bizarre, trippy tessellation animation, via

    Bizarre, trippy tessellation animation, via MeFi.

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:54 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    The fun, linky story of

    The fun, linky story of Oliver Sacks and his iridium ingot

    ...a must-read Live Journal entry about the famous neurologist/author Oliver Sacks and his iridium fetish. Sacks had several buttons of super-dense iridium that he wanted to melt into a single ingot. Iridium has a very high melting temperature (2,446 C), so Lazenby and Sacks went to a company that has an electron beam furnace.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:14 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Monday, 16 August, 2004 }

    For those of you interested

    For those of you interested in knowing, my allergies have been met with yet another prescription: steroids. My doc has out me on a short tern pill plus steroid inhaler in the hopes of a fix. Yikes. My non-medicinal hope for cure lies in moving upstairs. The huge apartment above me is open and inviting, with lots of fun nooks and crannies, plus much less humidity and more warmth. I'm thinking that while I love my place, it's too susceptible to mold, mildew, and other wonderful allergens.

    I should know something about that tomorrow, as I apparently go temporarily crazy as the wonder pills kick in.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:55 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    Outrage, pt. 3001: The long

    Outrage, pt. 3001: The long and ugly tradition of suppressing the black vote is alive and thriving in the Sunshine State

    State police officers have gone into the homes of elderly black voters in Orlando and interrogated them as part of an odd "investigation" that has frightened many voters, intimidated elderly volunteers and thrown a chill over efforts to get out the black vote in November.

    jaybird found this for you @ 19:33 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Outrage, part 3000: 'Data Quality'

    Outrage, part 3000: 'Data Quality' Law Is Nemesis Of Regulation

    Herbicide approvals are complicated, and there is no one reason that atrazine passed regulatory muster in this country. But close observers give significant credit to a single sentence that was added to the EPA's final scientific assessment last year.

    Hormone disruption, it read, cannot be considered a "legitimate regulatory endpoint at this time" -- that is, it is not an acceptable reason to restrict a chemical's use -- because the government had not settled on an officially accepted test for measuring such disruption.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:33 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Washington > Campaign 2004

    F.B.I. Goes Knocking for Political Troublemakers

    The Federal Bureau of Investigation has been questioning political demonstrators across the country, and in rare cases even subpoenaing them, in an aggressive effort to forestall what officials say could be violent and disruptive protests at the Republican National Convention in New York.

    "The message I took from it," said Sarah Bardwell, 21, an intern at a Denver antiwar group who was visited by six investigators a few weeks ago, "was that they were trying to intimidate us into not going to any protests and to let us know that, 'hey, we're watching you.' ''

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:45 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Happy Monday, children... Tatsumi Orimoto

    Happy Monday, children... Tatsumi Orimoto is a man who likes to wear bread as a hat and enjoys putting newspapers on his mother's head for photographs. Enjoy, and don't try this at home (at least when no one's looking).

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



    { Sunday, 15 August, 2004 }

    Hungry world 'must eat less

    Hungry world 'must eat less meat'

    World water supplies will not be enough for our descendants to enjoy the sort of diet the West eats now, experts say. The World Water Week in Stockholm will be told the growth in demand for meat and dairy products is unsustainable.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:58 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    The Beauty of the

    The Beauty of the Human Face: Portraits by Steve McCurry

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:23 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    The insanely busy weekend rolls,

    The insanely busy weekend rolls, on; non-stop activity all the way to the end of the night. I'm fine, though sunburnt, worn-out, etc... I'm also amazingly lucky for the friends I have (JenWo, Joshua, Gustav, everyone) and amazingly blessed to be in this particular constellation of existence. Enjoy your Sunday, peeps.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:38 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    { Saturday, 14 August, 2004 }

    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

    Spontaneous wisdom: A good cigar is far better than other phallic symbols


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

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:24 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    I just got through blowing

    I just got through blowing up hundreds of balloons for the children at this street fair... we were so obviously a nonprofit: no table (at first), no canopy, nuttin but my bright red sunburn.

    I've got the first in a series of going-away parties for my friend Judi tonight, my beloved bonker-head JenWo staying over, and buckets full of stimuli to keep my brain active and full of synaptic interconnections. I'll check in later.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:04 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    This is my reality 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 @ 14:23 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    I'll be blowing up balloons

    I'll be blowing up balloons all day for a festival- not for pleasure, but for work. I'm secretly praying (hard) for rain. Enjoy your Sautrday, peeps.

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:09 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    { Friday, 13 August, 2004 }

    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    Dancing the elements


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

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:27 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    Taking a break inbetween shows

    Taking a break inbetween shows toinght (as you can see from the moblog post, I'm the lights guy for a ritualo/concert celebrating the elements). Everyone's atwitter about the hurricane + tropical storm combo platter in Florida. Maps show that we may get sloppy seconds tomorrow night. I've only been privy to a few such conflagrations, but never in the big pulsating heart of the beast... where I'd really love to be. I'm a real storm freak, and the more extreme the better. I really envy this storm-blogger, right in the fun zone (and wish him luck, too).

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:39 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    On the lightboard tonight


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

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:05 in Live from the road... | | permalink



    I'm going to be fairly

    I'm going to be fairly preoccupied tonight and this weekend; I'll find a way to keep things alive in here.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:10 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    Sacred Formulas of the Cherokees

    Sacred Formulas of the Cherokees

    This is an ethnographic description of Cherokee shamanistic practice. Based on several manuscripts written by Cherokee shamans of the 19th Century, this includes the actual text of the rituals to treat various diseases, information on herbs used, love spells, hunting rituals, weather spells, as well as a spell for victory in the Ball game.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:04 in Spirituality, Religion & Mythos | | permalink



    It's only Friday, but you

    It's only Friday, but you can't help wonder about the end of the world. Enjoy this fun collection of scenarios, from a sudden change of matter-state, to an unplugging of our consensus reality, and the usual suspects: global warming, cometc, et cetera.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:28 in Conjecture & Speculation | | permalink



    Ancient remedy 'shrinks cancer' An

    Ancient remedy 'shrinks cancer'

    An ancient native American treatment for cancer has been shown to have a beneficial effect despite scepticism from the medical establishment. Chaparral, an evergreen desert shrub, has long been used by native Americans to treat cancer, colds, wounds, bronchitis, warts, and ringworm.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:14 in Health, Medicine & Bio-Happiness | | permalink



    { Thursday, 12 August, 2004 }

    Reliable sources: al-Qaeda plans to

    Reliable sources: al-Qaeda plans to drop gay bombs (It's raining men! Halleluia it's raining men!)

    Extremist Muslim scientists are developing a bomb that turns anyone within a 30-mile radius of its blast into a homosexual, say U.S. Intelligence insiders. "It's all a part of the Al Qaeda master plan to pull our country apart and kill the patriotism that makes us strong."

    Children will sob: "Why is Daddy moving the furniture and who is Judy Garland?"

    jaybird found this for you @ 21:53 in Silly People, Satire & Strange Behaviors | | permalink



    The Naked Olympics Sex,

    The Naked Olympics

    Sex, nude sports, violence, boozing; a scholar's view of ancient Olympic practices.

    jaybird found this for you @ 18:24 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    Message for the curious: please

    Message for the curious: please phone ET, at home

    Put yourself in the situation of the aliens, out there somewhere in the galaxy. They surmise that Earth looks promising for the emergence of intelligent life one day, but they have no idea when. There would be little point in beaming radio messages in this direction for eons in the vague hope that one day radio technology would be developed here and someone would decide to tune in.

    A better plan would be to leave a message for us to find when we are ready. The trouble with this set-and-forget strategy is the time factor. Life takes billions of years to evolve intelligence. Even if ETs figured there was animal life on Earth, they could be faced with a wait of tens of millions of years. That is a long time for an artefact to survive.

    Putting the text inside a large metal object and plonking it on the Earth's surface is expensive in transportation costs, and risky. Our restless planet leaves nothing untouched for long. The artifact could easily end up buried or drowned or eroded to scrap.

    The ideal solution would be to encode the message inside a large number of self-replicating, self-repairing microscopic machines programmed to multiply and adapt to changing conditions.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:50 in Conjecture & Speculation | | permalink



    Beautiful Hindu Bird Paintings, and

    Beautiful Hindu Bird Paintings, and a story, oddly enough of bird and moon.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:43 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    { Wednesday, 11 August, 2004 }

    Hummingbird At Rest

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    This pic was taken with my new camera, while out at the bird sanctuary testing it's limits. Obviously, I was pleased to have such a wicked zoom to get this shot.

    jaybird found this for you @ 23:26 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    The second deepest hole is

    The second deepest hole is George Bush's credibility: Explorers find world's deepest hole (I'll just hold my breath for a sec while we get all the jokes ouf of the way).

    Cave explorers discovered a pit inside a mountain range in central Croatia believed to have the world's deepest subterranean vertical drop, at nearly 1,700 feet, a scientific institute reported Monday. The cave, in Croatia's mountainous Velebit region, has a steady, weaving descent of 203 feet before it takes a direct vertical plunge of 1,693 feet through the ground...

    jaybird found this for you @ 16:36 in Environment, Ecology & Nature | | permalink



    I love this guy: Turkmen

    I love this guy: Turkmen leader orders ice palace

    President Niyazov of Turkmenistan has ordered the construction of a palace made of ice in the heart of his desert country, one of the hottest on earth. "Let us build a palace of ice... big and grand enough for 1,000 people... Our children can learn to ski... we can build cafes there, and restaurants." As well as the ice palace, there is to be a vast aquarium. The projects tend now to be sites of recreation for the people, like a Disney-style theme park instead of state palaces.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:27 in Radical Undertakings | | permalink



    Rules for a Complex Quantum

    Rules for a Complex Quantum World: an exciting new fundamental discipline of research combines information science and quantum mechanics.

    Over the past few decades, scientists have learned that simple rules can give rise to very rich behavior. A good example is chess. Imagine you're an experienced chess player introduced to someone claiming to know the game. You play a few times and realize that although this person knows the rules of chess, he has no idea how to play well. He makes absurd moves, sacrificing his queen for a pawn and losing a rook for no reason at all. He does not truly understand chess: he is ignorant of the high-level principles and heuristics familiar to any knowledgeable player. These principles are collective or emergent properties of chess, features not immediately evident from the rules but arising from interactions among the pieces on the chessboard.

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



    { Tuesday, 10 August, 2004 }

    "Speaking of Nature..."

    I am walking, and I am walking hard. I am not just on a dusty path around a lake tonight, I am on a dusty path that winds and interconnects through my soul and yours. We are surrounded by beauty, and the convivial confluence of so much life that we often forget to be stunned by it. As we meander through the Universe and though our lives, our expression defines us. In my life of occasionally God-troubled waters, finding expression that is useful within day-to-day human experience hasn’t been as easy as the buttercups that rise so simply from the green Earth. It is by this perplexing arrangement of not knowing how to express myself that I’m learning, finally, what it means to be human, and to relate to any self along the path.

    We have all come upon a place one time or another where it is easier to relate to the little waves upon the lake, or the way a leaf falls or the first evening star, than to those with whom we share breathing room. In quiet, solitary moments, we may reflect that while devoid of human romance, we swoon and muse in ecstasy to unexpected hummingbirds and the play of rain through the trees, creating private, revelatory art for ourselves. We may not puzzled and worried by clouds, or beavers in transit across the water, but by the daily course of mingling, chatting, working and struggling for meaning within the bipedal gestalt. The diaspora of human interaction is at times overwhelming, beyond what seems natural, and enough to cocoon us away into our own thoughts and reckoning of sense.

    Certainly, the beautiful, simple logic of bumblebees or foraging squirrels parallels the best of humanity. Yet, with our mind games, atomic bombs, and social stratification, finding further resonance and concordance with the biosphere becomes challenging, for the artist and for the still small voice within. We live in a world of over-enforced and artificial hierarchy, the reason behind it is flimsy and based on synthetic notions of power; those at the top dictate rigid standards to be followed by those at the bottom. It becomes harder to seek out identity and quest for fullness when the resources are limited by unreal barriers. All personhood is challenged when some personhood is elevated.

    What we’ve come to understand about the natural world, and indeed, the systems that form and underlie all reality, is that all is interdependent, all is in quintessential relation to form larger and larger wholes, and that survival depends upon undisturbed cycles. React as a human to war, or to hunger in a marginalized nation, or to the celebration of affluence, and your intuition will tell you that this is beyond and against nature, and if perpetuated, will continue to erode our vital connection to each other and to the Earth. In lesser and more common contexts, this is still evident; daily, we ignore, degrade, and judge, and receive the same. Each little jab is a cultural, rather than natural inheritance, and each jab is an exchange of that kind of artificial power. Not that in the animal world such jostling for territory or mating rights does not exist, rather, it exists within a set cycle that is vital for species continuation. What we do as humans most of the time that separates us from each other and nature is based upon ideological survival, not a biological principle.

    Perhaps when Augustine cleaved body, mind, and spirit apart, so too was the umbilical between our being and the natural world left dangling, and difficult to mend. Our moral crusades since then have done well to eviscerate natural cycles from modern civilization, yet we are far more keen than the behavioral institutions and formalities that have sought to tame our inmost selves. We are of this Earth, and thus, inseparable from its deeper ways. We belong to tides, tundra and tornado. The intrinsic love that you feel in the height of your adoration lives in the mountains as strongly as it lights up your cortex. The best of our human ideals- love, compassion, creativity- are as original to the body of the Earth and her communities of fellow creatures as they are to the unique constellation of your life. If we cling to narrow definitions of what it means to be human, we will miss our connection, our profound relation, to the nature that is us. It doesn’t encompass us; it is us.

    A good sunset (when is there not one?) is as rewarding and life-affirming to me as a long hug. The chorus of crickets on a late summer eve is as integrating as gazing into your eyes. At times, I may drift from understanding what it means to say “I Am” and find resolution in cupping a rosebud in my hand and saying “We Are.” I may become disgruntled with the games of authority people play and get lost instead in wonder of mountain lions and the algae that covers still ponds in swirls. You may find more acceptance in a meteor shower or a cat’s rough tongue than from a box of chocolates or a law that was just passed that ‘guarantees’ you what is inherent anyway. It is because in these things we find the order, the goodness, the simplicity of existing that we find lacking in our routines.

    Life is an active and conscious reconciliation of the elements, which summons forth simply by being that rarest of essence, Spirit. Life itself may be a rarity, galactically speaking. In my short walk around the lake, I saw a very large Snowy Egret, a green heron, a night heron, several bats, a baby turtle in the marsh and a sunfish mellowing under a bridge. I cannot begin to count the other birds, insects, and the teeming multitudes invisible to my eye. I did speak to two other humans; we were watching the egret and the green heron perched in a tree. Our reference was natural, and as odd as this random gathering of humans, so was the conversation... for we were in awe. Beauty brings us all back to interconnection, with ourselves and the world that yearns to be free of our disconnection. If we can dare to relate to each other with beauty as the source of our motivation, if we strive to understand, and work toward spiritual reunion with the natural, we are accepting the dare to express ourselves without fear. That’s been my work, I’ve found, and that’s been central to my gradual, far from complete reckoning of personhood, and what it may mean to be for this brief time a human being. For now, the best I can say is let beauty be our commonality. Then, finally, as we walk along the dusty path that winds through my soul and yours, we can at last say with total confidence, “hello.”

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    The stunning photogrpahy of Yann

    The stunning photogrpahy of Yann Bertrand

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    The 2004 Perseid Meteor Shower

    The 2004 Perseid Meteor Shower is upon us! Thanks to an empty upstairs apartment, I plan on some serious gazing ahead. Also, thansk to a spiffy new camera, I might try to take some pics as well. Which means that yes, I will turn off the computer and do some serious galactic reconnection.

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    Neural Darwinism The most important

    Neural Darwinism

    The most important thing to understand is that the brain is “context bound.” It is not a logical system like a computer that processes only programmed information; it does not produce preordained outcomes like a clock. Rather it is a selectional system that, through pattern recognition, puts things together in always novel ways. It is this selectional repertoire in the brain that makes each individual unique, that accounts for the ability to create poetry and music, that accounts for all the differences that arise from the same biological apparatus—the body and the brain. There is no singular mapping to create the mind; there is, rather, an unforetold plurality of possibilities. In a logical system, novelty and unforeseen variation are often considered to be noise. In a selectional system such diversity actually provides the opportunity for favorable selection.

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    Theatre - Zimbabwe's last

    Theatre - Zimbabwe's last free speech?

    In world terms, the theatrical scene in Zimbabwe is so small as to be almost insignificant - but it reflects a society that has, for all the wrong reasons, grabbed the news headlines internationally. Since the Zimbabwean government introduced tough media laws in 2002, theatre has taken on a new and edgy role.

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    { Monday, 09 August, 2004 }

    It's a wonderful flash thingy

    It's a wonderful flash thingy about one of my favorite subjects: Diesel Dreams, via MeFi.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:34 in Art, Music, Theater & Film | | permalink



    Koko goes to the dentist

    Koko goes to the dentist

    About a month ago, Koko, a 300-plus-pound ape who became famous for mastering more than 1,000 signs, began telling her handlers... she was in pain. They quickly constructed a pain chart, offering Koko a scale from one to 10. When Koko started pointing to nine or 10 too often, a dental appointment was made. (There's a rather funny development at the very bottom of the story)

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    Kick ass: International team to

    Kick ass: International team to monitor presidential election

    Thirteen Democratic members of the House of Representatives, raising the specter of possible civil rights violations that they said took place in Florida and elsewhere in the 2000 election, wrote to U.N. Secretary-General Kofi Annan in July, asking him to send observers.

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    OOPS, they did it

    OOPS, they did it again! Unmasking of Qaeda Mole a U.S. Security Blunder... ya think? Another surprisingly bad mishandling of security operatives, reminiscent of a more paranoid Keystone Cops. "The revelation that a mole within al Qaeda was exposed after Washington launched its "orange alert" this month has shocked security experts, who say the outing of the source may have set back the war on terror. Reuters learned from Pakistani intelligence sources on Friday that computer expert Mohammad Naeem Noor Khan, arrested secretly in July, was working under cover to help the authorities track down al Qaeda militants in Britain and the United States when his name appeared in U.S. newspapers."

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



    { Sunday, 08 August, 2004 }

    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

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    Kick back and relax, kiddies, I'm at the theater and it's Denzel time


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

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    This is a moblog* post:

    This is a moblog* post:

    What a bizarre Sunday, details later


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

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    The RetroPsychoKinesis Project A complete

    The RetroPsychoKinesis Project

    A complete stranger hands you a sealed envelope and asks you to choose an number between one and fifty. A bit puzzled, perhaps, you think for a moment and announce "twenty-eight". The stranger scribbles this in a notebook, tells you to open the envelope in two weeks, smiles, and disappears.

    Two weeks later you open the envelope to find a piece of paper with "28" printed neatly in the centre. Your mind swims with possible explanations, including the possibility that it was merely a coincidence. But a few days later, the stranger reappears with another envelope, you choose another number, and the sequence of events repeats. How many times would this have to occur before you accepted that something VERY STRANGE INDEED was going on?

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    This Morning's Haiku

    Hummingbird darting Around the bouquet I left Outside, in surprise.

    By chance, I glanced it:
    Green flicker, a still hover,
    Life in those flowers.

    You aren't just some bird
    A Goddess, A Prophecy,
    Embody soul ideal.

    If I could have wings
    I'd fly with you, up and through
    Blossoms of spirit.

    That bouquet grown old
    Revealed its beauty true, bright
    When least expected.

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    The perfect tome for a

    The perfect tome for a Sunday morning: The Tao of Drunkenness and Sobriety [via abuddha's memes, again]

    Drunkenness at the beginning is being caught up with the world. At the core of drunkenness, a dream of participation and union. Like the man newly placed in the Garden, before the naming, drunkenness is boundless: when I’m drunk I can’t say where I am. Only am. Only want. The drunk and the world flow together seamlessly; the drunk staggers from the very spin of the earth. Like a child, for whom and from whom everything exists. Drunkenness is the breast, with a twist. Sobriety at the beginning is the secret self, alone in the world. At the core of sobriety, a sovereignty and a freedom, a dream of separateness.

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    { Saturday, 07 August, 2004 }

    "Dedicated to Suze"

    Flowers, lights, umbrella'd drinks, and halved cocnuts under a sunset
    Which could've been writ by some drifter on a crumpled napkin...
    She dances with the gyrations of the primordial, a goddess,
    And they've all come to adore her, raise glasses to her, and to find her...
    Well, she's lost somewhere in the music, while the fire burns.
    And we laugh and give our voice to the night
    As a tender being celebrates her life, we dance around her,
    And find good fortune in a scattering of friends,
    Following in the footsteps of an adorned queen for a day.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:24 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    Coalition of the Willy. [via

    Coalition of the Willy. [via abuddha's memes]

    Just as the eyes may be averted from full frontal public displays of male nudity, is it possible that the unconscious association to phallic symbols like "weapons of mass destruction" may effectively lead the eyes to be "averted", thus frustrating any search.

    (NOTE: This essay isn't really 'logical,' but it's a fun ride anyway, pun intended)

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    "News of Caged Beasts"

    My seemingly endless bouts with allergies haven't really made the news here on the site, because I've got enough goo, let alone spreading it about the cyberglobe. But, alas, this is really starting to kick my ass in a rude and awful way. I've been on three ineffective and high-strength prescriptions, and the most recent one puts me to sleep all day. Literally. It's 4pm and I'm really just starting to 'wake up.' Despite the cloud, my spirits are mildly intact, lest my snot levels produce a seething moodiness... with the unpredictability of the allergies, it's been hard to get outside and 'do' the summer. If anything gets me down, it's a caged beast.

    I certainly wish that more was exciting and a'fresh in these parts other than my daily struggles with mucous and breath, but alas. I've got a play opening in just over two weeks, a gig at Rolling Thunder, and not enough time on my hands to polish the manuscript for the new book. For those of you who follow this site for irregular reports from my 'real' life, and were curious about the recent spottings of romantic love in this vicinity, they were indeed false alarms, but proof indeed the such emotions and inclinations are not dry in the well. Magic does indeed swell and is evident around me, just in more platonic ways. Which is damn skippy.

    Work is testing and tweaking me in new ways; it's no longer the daily grind but rather a daily spasmodic dance that's forcing muscles to twist and strain in unpracticed angles. I'm certainly grateful for it, though at times I long to retreat and hide from its novelty (which is certainly a universal conundrum).

    The world, however, is not the type of thing to scamper away from. With all its fever-inducing spores and mailboxes stuffed with worry, it glides onward into shortening days and hints of chill in the night air. It waits to be clamored into, it waits with its leaves and wrens and trails-to-nowhere, while the sun still shines heat and the hours are spring-loaded with surprises. It waits for the thrill of casting aside the maladies and their supposed treatments that hold us back, and is ready to receive the eagerness that lies pent up behind this window, no matter how short the breath, no matter how woozy the head.

    I'm ready damnit, and if anything gets me down, it's a caged beast.

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    New ocean species uncovered

    New ocean species uncovered

    Scientists exploring the depths of the mid-Atlantic ridge were excited to uncover a wealth of new species, including a bright red squid. The 10-year census, which began in 2000, aims to record all known marine life, in an aquatic "Doomsday Book". The latest study used deep-sea probes to explore the undersea mountain ridge, running between Iceland and the Azores.

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    { Friday, 06 August, 2004 }

    YES! That audition I went

    YES! That audition I went for, using the poem posted on Tuesday, apparently had the mojo and I'll be performing it with our next Rolling Thunder Democracy Tour Thingy!

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:52 in Misc. Babble | | permalink



    Death and life in the

    Death and life in the ethnosphere: The Naked Geography Of Hope [via MeFi]

    In Haiti, a Vodoun priestess responds to the rhythm of drums and, taken by the spirit, handles burning embers with impunity. In the Amazon, a Waorani hunter detects the scent of animal urine at forty paces and identifies the species that deposited it. In the deserts of northern Kenya, Rendille nomads draw blood from the faces of camels, and survive on a diet of milk and herbs gathered in the shade of frail acacia trees. On an escarpment in the high Arctic, Inuit elders fuse myth with landscape, interpreting the past in the shadow of clouds cast upon ice.

    Just to know that such cultures exist is to remember that the human imagination is vast, fluid, infinite in its capacity for social and spiritual invention. Our way of life in the West, with its stunning technological wizardry, its cities dense with intrigue, is but one alternative rooted in a particular intellectual lineage. Polynesian seafarers who sense the presence of distant atolls in the echo of waves, Naxi shaman of Yunnan who carve mystical tales into rock, Juwasi Bushmen who have lived for generations in open truce with the lions of the Kalahari, reveal other options, means of interpreting existence, ways of being.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:16 in Consciousness, Psychology & Philosophy | | permalink



    Peace Pilgrimmage arrives at Hiroshima

    Peace Pilgrimmage arrives at Hiroshima

    After eight months and 4,500 km of walking since Roxby Downs Uranium Mine in South Australia, the International Peace Pilgrimage (IPP) arrives at Hiroshima Peace Park on August 6. The walk joins the commemorations at the Atomic Dome, to remember the hundreds of thousands of people who were killed by the atomic bomb on this day in 1945, and acknowledge the millions of others who continue to be affected by the nuclear industry globally. Australian Aboriginal Elders are presently touring Japan and will Speak at Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:43 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Thursday, 05 August, 2004 }

    The latest GOP meme: Eugenics

    The latest GOP meme: Eugenics Backer Causes Stir in Tenn. Race

    He is an unapologetic supporter of eugenics, the phony science that resulted in thousands of sterilizations in an attempt to purify the white race. He believes the country will look "like one big Detroit" if it doesn't eliminate welfare and immigration. He believes that if blacks were integrated centuries ago, the automobile never would have been invented.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:12 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    A very telling malapropism: ""Our

    A very telling malapropism:

    ""Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."

    [Quicktime req'd]

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:25 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    A timeline of terror alerts

    A timeline of terror alerts since 9/11, and the corresponding poltics behind them. Impressive and scary.

    jaybird found this for you @ 15:06 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Danger to Human Dignity: the

    Danger to Human Dignity: the Revival of Disgust and Shame in the Law

    The law, most of us would agree, should be society's protection against prejudice. That does not imply that emotions play no legitimate role in legal affairs, for often emotions help people to see a situation clearly, doing justice to the concerns that ought to be addressed. The compassion of judge and jurors during the penalty phase of a criminal trial, for example, has been held to be an essential part of criminal justice, a way of connecting to the life story of a defendant whose experience seems remote to those who sit in judgment. Emotions are not intrinsically opposed to reason, for they involve pictures of the world and evaluations. But there are some emotions whose role in the law has always been more controversial. Disgust and shame are two of those.

    jaybird found this for you @ 12:09 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Questions That Plague Physics What

    Questions That Plague Physics

    What is the nature of dark energy? How can we reconcile black hole evaporation with quantum mechanics? And, finally, do extra dimensions exist? They are all connected. And they are all going to require some new insights into quantum gravity. But someone is going to have to come up with a totally new and remarkable idea. And it's hard to predict when that is going to happen. In 1904 you couldn't have predicted that Albert Einstein would come up with a remarkable idea in 1905. I think the resolution to these problems is likely to be theoretical and not experimental. This is because direct experimental signatures that might point us in the right theoretical directions in these areas probably lie beyond the realm of current experiments. I'd also bet that the solution to these problems is not going to resemble anything being done now, including string theory.

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    { Wednesday, 04 August, 2004 }

    "Five One Sentence Observations"

  • I used the poem posted last night to audition for a speaking role in the next "Rolling Thunder Democracy Tour;" we'll see how it goes tomorrow.
  • My new position continues to mystify- though I am still in childhood mental health, I spent most of the day working on ordering balloons.
  • The morning fog has been especially beautiful lately, especially with all the spider webs.
  • Speaking of spiders, the one above my sink that has been an efficient regulator of my ant problem, is now preoccupied with the hatching of two huge egg sacs.
  • Being silly has been a terrific boon to my combating of allergies, I think over-the-top goofiness as almost as good as an antihistamine.

    jaybird found this for you @ 22:49 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    SCORE! Washington judge rules in

    SCORE! Washington judge rules in favor of same-sex marriage

    Gay couples can be married under Washington state law, because denying their right to do so is a violation of their constitutional rights, a judge ruled Wednesday.

    jaybird found this for you @ 17:24 in Gay, Lesbian, Queer & Free | | permalink



    300 love letters [via MeFi]

    300 love letters [via MeFi]

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    The President of the United

    The President of the United States Orders Pants

    LBJ: Now the pockets, when you sit down, everything falls out, your money, your knife, everything, so I need at least another inch in the pockets. And another thing - the crotch, down where your nuts hang - is always a little too tight, so when you make them up, give me an inch that I can let out there, uh because they cut me, it's just like riding a wire fence. These are almost, these are the best I've had anywhere in the United States,

    JH: Fine

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:39 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    Rubber Band Invoked to Explain

    Rubber Band Invoked to Explain Dark Energy

    In the early universe, neutrinos would have been packed relatively tightly. Nowadays they are farther apart and so each has greater mass, the new theory suggests. As they move apart, a tension develops between them, like that in a stretched rubber band, said Ann Nelson, a physics professor at the University of Washington. The increasing tension is the infamous dark energy...

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    { Tuesday, 03 August, 2004 }

    "Holding the Pen Upon the Page"

    (A charge for Renaissance in America)

    Rising in the East with the graceful resolve of eagle-flight
    Bearing the first brimming of dawn
    Upon wings wide and bold with dreams
    The American morning surges into lightness
    It flirts with the glass of every window and
    Bursts broad upon every dew-kissed field.
    It sweeps the sleep from our homes
    And fills the hour with birdsong
    And the bustle of the work of survival.
    We stretch, we look out,
    And find in the glow a reason for the day
    To call us into the world,
    To inscribe upon our brief time here
    The story of our fortunate birth in a promised land.

    Turn a few pages back
    And here you’ll find the First Peoples braving eastward for simple goodness,
    A vista golden with the fertile prosperity
    That endured for thousands of years without a single line
    Drawn across her forests and mountains
    To divide ours from theirs,
    To cleave from holy soil what a person may own,
    And what lies fallow.
    You’ll find in further chapters caravans and steamships
    Overflowing with hope docking upon our shores
    And criss-crossing our plains,
    All for the sake of finding more good somewhere,
    The slaves that were shipwrecked across our conscience
    Found under the freedom of night and stars
    The drinking gourd and the drum and a long path still walked
    Toward the promise of liberty, and the prophesized destination of the good and the fair.


    We live within the pages of a story still being written,
    And in flipping to the page of the present,
    Past the histories, legacies, and legends of all our ancestors
    And you’ll see the ink of the present day as strange upon the paper
    For the author is strained to record the progress of our promise
    And this very moment might be seen as winding into a question mark,
    And as the morning rises mile by mile in this country
    We are being called to answer it,
    We are being asked in the brightening of this day
    To grasp the pen and continue recounting this tale own our own, courageously.
    As the sun’s warmth is carried to your still-tender face, America,
    What will you dare to do?
    What will you dare to say,
    When each of your spoken words are ripples to our farthest sisters and brothers
    Who still look to our land
    As a glimmering shore resplendent with possibility?

    Think well upon your language,
    For our words have been stained
    By the rage and fear that have been borne against
    The far-flung mistaken in the crosshair of the gunner’s aim
    As enemies rather than families.
    Think well upon the next chapters,
    For by the same morning light that blesses our fruitfulness
    Our own kin have been disowned simply for loving another
    In a way that challenges the rigid and afraid.
    Think well upon your answer, America,
    For too long has justice been held at bay
    Denying our own neighbors with whom we share the beauty of our land
    The words they long to speak without reprisal;
    For too long has the beauty of the land
    We adore and is the source of our awe
    Been denied by the clawing greed of false idols
    And the machines they use to flatten our mountain and silence our streams;


    For too long have we ourselves been denied
    The right and the responsibility to give our devotion
    To the ideals which emboldened our quest to form a nation
    Where our words are not weapons,
    And we succor the poor, tired, and huddled masses,
    With the good promise this land and all her creatures were sculpted from.

    We are holding the pen upon the page,
    As the morning blooms in all wonders and colors,
    As a dove softly coos an invocation to peace,
    As the children awake wide-eyed and full of play.
    We are holding the pen upon the page,
    As a fellow families in both distant provinces and just down the block
    Pray for the abatement of hunger and disease,
    As the numbing shroud of war is pulled across villages and temples in your name,
    As the sacred morning light casts a shadow of prison bars
    Upon those untouched by the freedom we hold so dear...
    America, we are holding the pen upon the page,
    Let us write again of how we came to be here,
    Let us write again of the beauty that seeks to sustain our spirit,
    Let us write again of the power of our dreams and the power of their result,
    Let us write again of the graceful resolve of eagle-flight
    And the goodness waiting for us, just outside the door,
    In America’s new morning.

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    "Substantial Nucleus"

    Today, I mark the 13th Anniversary of an extraordinary, legendary late-night jaunt with a tremendous band of friends and explorers through the creeks, woods, and tennis courts of Newark, Delaware. Several of us, which later morphed into nearly twenty, imbibed in a certain substance popular with late teens-early twenties mystics in training and proceeded to ramble about in the woods, encounter Luna moths, turn into frogs, and conjure immense synchronicity.

    It was all in celebration of my first spiritual mentor and trickster emeritus Jason McCollum's somethingth birthday. We had all made a pledge that night, while playing an elaborate game of tennis with bicycles, to reunite on that very spot... in either 2003 or 2004. I went up last year for the reunion, only to find it was indeed this year, and the tennis courts filled with drunken frat boys rather than sparkly wonderments and party favors. Tonight, I know of at least two friends that will meet under those orange buzzing lights with rackets in hand at 4am, possible to encounter from the blue our long lost brother. But alas, the constraints of the everyday have held me back this year from attending such a magical conclave, but I'm winging birthday wishes to my ol' Amigo whereever and whoever he now is, and hoping that some sort of ceremony creates itself in honor of the 'Bing Twinkie.'

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    Two Sikhs Win Back Jobs Lost by Wearing Turbans

    "It's a tremendous moment for the Sikh community, one of our first big civil rights victories in this country," said Prabhjot Singh, a director of the Sikh Coalition, a civil and human rights organization.

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    Play that fungi music Can

    Play that fungi music

    Can music and mushrooms be related? After all, they are back to back in the English dictionary. The Czech composer Vaclav Halek certainly thinks that there is a strong connection, or rather an intimate relationship, between sound and edible fungi. He has composed over 2,000 melodies which, he says, come directly from mushrooms. To be precise: "I record music that mushrooms sing to me."

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    Howard Dean Still Makes Sense

    Howard Dean Still Makes Sense

    "I am concerned that every time something happens that's not good for President Bush he plays this trump card, which is terrorism. His whole campaign is based on the notion that "I can keep you safe, therefore at times of difficulty for America stick with me," and then out comes Tom Ridge. It's just impossible to know how much of this is real and how much of this is politics, and I suspect there's some of both in it."

    jaybird found this for you @ 13:01 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Rare Glimpse of Sun-like

    Rare Glimpse of Sun-like Star at Birth

    The discovery of a new bright spot in the sky earlier this year by an amateur astronomer spurred follow-up observations by professionals. The result... is a unique view of a dust-encircled newborn star that could aid in finding nascent planet systems around other stars.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:40 in Science, Quantum & Space | | permalink



    { Monday, 02 August, 2004 }

    Roma mark holocaust at Auschwitz

    Roma mark holocaust at Auschwitz

    It is not known precisely how many Roma were killed in the Nazis' drive to wipe them from the face of the earth, but estimates say around a quarter of the million Roma living in Europe were murdered.

    jaybird found this for you @ 20:33 in History, Civilization & Anthropology | | permalink



    Sounding Art: Paintings by a

    Sounding Art: Paintings by a synesthete. [?]

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    What we can do to

    What we can do to bring awareness to the genocide in Sudan:

    We are in a tragic and signal moment, a catalytic moment, where the world sees the need, has the means, and yet continues to experience a failure of will. Giving the Sudanese government 30 more days--and then asking Kofi Annan for a report to the UN Security Council--assures 30 more days of death and destruction. Given the nature of the genocidal process being carried out in Sudan--engineered, intentional famine and epidemic disease--30 more days translates into months of additonal famine, and hundreds of thousands of additional lives lost.

    Now it is the public's turn. It is our turn. The time is now for our action. We must ask our leaders to act now, not in 30 days.

    jaybird found this for you @ 11:43 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    Good morning. Let's talk about

    Good morning.

    Let's talk about Bush: he's retreating into a sullen and reclusive world of his own, on strong antidepressants for his erratic behavior (while a key member of his campaign advises unhappy workers to pop 'em too) and now the most succint case against him has been made by the son of the man he emulates the most.

    And the Punditocracy is still giving him a fighting chance? Please. Anyway, there's still Dick Cheney [Quicktime req'd, more comic relief from Jason Woliner].

    jaybird found this for you @ 08:00 in News, Opinion & Politique | | permalink



    { Sunday, 01 August, 2004 }

    An Interview with Peter Lamborn

    An Interview with Peter Lamborn Wilson, a.k.a. Hakim Bey. [via MeFi]

    There are those of us who are usually called spiritualist anarchists. I’m willing to accept that label if I can have other labels as well. It’s a well-known fact that there’s no secular Luddite community anywhere. The only Luddite communities are Anabaptists—Amish, Mennonite, seventh day Baptists, all those kind of Germano-Anabaptist groups that originate in Pennsylvania. I guess it’s religious fanaticism. Well, we need some equivalent of that. I can only see that coming from what people would identify as a spiritual movement. Nowadays it would probably have to have a neo-pagan shamanic quality to it, but I think it would also have to keep the door open to people in the established religions who are rethinking their positions, including some Catholics. It would have to be very inclusive, non-dogmatic, and not involve any central cult of authority.

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    The Self as Quantum Interface

    The Self as Quantum Interface

    The deepest function of the Self is... as an interface with the quantum plenum. It is the locus of consciousness poised on the edge of the quantum wave function. Like Shiva, a blink of its eye can create and destroy worlds in an instant. Inversely, the Self might be likened to a valve through which the chaos of the Absolute flows into the mind, percolating through neural nets up into conscious awareness, modified by psyche and channeled through the human organism into action. Humans, it would seem, are indeed vehicles of god. Perhaps the margin between the Absolute and the Self is the residence of the Soul - the moment that divinity steps into matter, the wet grass of the Nile caught between the toes of Osiris...

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    July's Bizarre Search Requests

    It never ends, this odd trail of odd things that people google away for. This month, more strange tales of the curious and deranged that came to this website in quest for a thing not found here... as usual, my replies are in italics.

  • the moon is orange | Isn't! Is! Isn't!

  • super stares porn like singers | We all like super porn stares.

  • cat on a stick meaning | Meaning: cat will freak out on you.

  • ways to put a spark into a new relationship | Start with a lighter.

  • slogans on fair and lovely fairness cream | Fairness Cream (TM) is fair
    and lovely! (R)

  • don t go anywhere i beg you; the moon you are looking for is inside you |
    Oh, is that what that is, I thought maybe I'd eaten a lesser asteroid.

  • kitten with wings art | But is it art?

  • rubber duckies hijack | I think Ashcroft himself was here! Hooray!

  • animated blue skies with shite clouds | I know it's a typo, but I can't
    resist.

  • gay hiccuping | Yes we do in fact hiccup, burp, fart, and experience
    other involuntary physiological phenomena. But we do it fabulously.

  • policeman religious novelty | If you pull the string he'll shoot you,
    but it was for Jesus.

  • coffee table resin cowboy | Rustling gooey furniture since 2004.

  • clown slime mold | Truly, the scariest thing ever. EVER!

  • there is a million things that we could do this evening with all the night
    life and the silver we ve got time and we could take the or take a fast jet
    but what i ve got in mind there is a small cafe out of the way let s don t
    stay what i ve got in mind let s disappeartell the truth what i ve got in mind
    is making love to you | Sorry, but I gave up crack.
  • And this month's winner, which is so priceless that I cannot get snarky with
    it:

  • boy chasing kangaroo with bucket
  • jaybird found this for you @ 15:59 in Blogosphere, Tech & Internet | | permalink



    "Lavender Light"


    Tonight,
    How strange that
    There's a lavender light
    That drifts through the evening eyes
    Passing this little street corner like so much music
    Speeding by on their way to a hopeful, brilliant bedazzlement.
    Maybe it's the intoxicating air, tipsy breezes,
    Swift and passioned by vexing late-summer swoon,
    A witnessing wind to a million secret kisses by now, exchanged on the quick,
    In this vignette we're oddly written into, my senses criss-cross and misgivings upward tossed.
    My thoughts of love lost
    Turn into jazz, fingers snap in bittersweet forget,
    I won't howl to this blue moon, I'll jitterbug beneath her,
    Let me for tonight be a crazy man, heart on fire, flowers bursting from my freedom cry.
    Each day, so much synaesthesia,
    Pedestrians of perception festive intermingling,
    And the sunset tastes of red wine and orange marmalade,
    And in missing yesterday's embrace, I could've just tripped on a cloud.
    No minutes that pass
    Can be excluded for folly from filling
    A brimful of day, and as tunes of color lead me ahead
    I am told that there is more to love, if I'll only still my furtive glances.
    Then, behold, a double rainbow
    Rises to crown this city, which spins in song,
    Look up yet and find in that prism the smiling face of an eternal child
    Who has found his dream and purpose above the gridlock of our dizzied affairs.
    Even if an illusion,
    This spectacle exists that you may recall
    The giddy thrill of foolish faith, a dare to increase the tempo
    Dance harder for the love of love, work deeper even in the quickening unknowable.
    There's no tearful trail behind me,
    But the rain? Let it sparkle like a clarinet in crescendo,
    Without this, so much more to be present with, bewitched by,
    Bring down the night with your wide wonder, Playful One,
    for us to find rest in the shade of your smile,
    And laughter for the tricks that bewilder
    our wits, in this soft, long,
    and sacred light.

    jaybird found this for you @ 10:32 in Journaling the Infinite | | permalink



    "Five Notes on Music"

  • A biker nearly followed me all the wayhome last night, blasting "The Joker" on repeat from his Harley.
  • An older man was virtually dancing in his car seat at a red light to "Ain't No Mountain High Enough"- I had to stop my sauntering to give him a thumbs up, and he was grinning from ear to soul-filled ear.
  • An even older woman in a long black dress was dancing in an outdoor rave tonight, with smoother hip rolling and body rhythms than the 100+ dreadlocked and ecstatic spinning kids.
  • I had a severe asthma attack on the dancefloor of the club a few hours later while completely losing sense of mind and body, in the preambles of potential passion. Don't worry, Gustav got me to my inhaler expeditiously.
  • The music I've been listening to, a rather diverse collection, has been the hub of synchronous activity for a while now. I listen to a certain song, and sure enough, a phrase or theme from it appears without delay. Indeed, the series of wowsers and coincidence from last week did fall into a certain category of quasi-syncopation. This leads me to believe ardently that: the groove is very similar to the concept of chi, a universal life force; those magical correlations between sound and sight are attached solely to you or I, the observers and co-creators, and despite fluctuations in personal cosmologies, we must be responsible for our own accidental musical outbursts, and celebrate them accordingly.

    jaybird found this for you @ 07:38 in Journaling the Infinite | | 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.