Saturday, 1 March, 2003...........................................................
Thanks, Fred. It was beautiful to be in your neighborhood.
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"Tragic New Age Flotsam"
Another incredible day. There's a peace rally downtown that I'm off to, then tonight a little pre-Mardi Gras hooliganism at Griggs' and Trice's. I've been advised of the food and drink and pray for my eventual salvation.
I didn't make it up to the Parkway yesterday but tomorrow sounds good for that. I'd like to find a good sunset spot and drift away ( "gimme the beat boys and thrill my soul..." ) and mellow into the slowly warming Earth. Winter is great for hibernating and sheltering, but my zeal is in trees and streams and that which is already decorated and needs no minding.
Robin, Joshua and I went out for the night yesterday and wound up at what appeared to be a cool used bookstore/cafe, and spent an hour perousing books. They didn't have the funds for a book that Josh was eyeing so I slipped it into my stack covertly. I went up to pay and the twitchy counterperson slipped into the back for quite a long time, saying that he has prices for two of my books ( a Buddhist collection of crazy wisdom and something silly by Swami Beyondananda ) but not the little hardback gift for Joshua on Rosicrucianism. Countermonkey said he couldn't locate it on Amazon (?!) and that it might be extremely rare. We were all a little confused. I suggested that most good bookstores either price their books individually or have a flat rate for hardcovers, softcovers, etc. He said it was probably out of print and the best he could do is the cover price, $25. This was getting absurd ( not in the sacramental way ) and he started getting defensive and upping the ante. He said that some of those books he might not want to sell. In Joshua's inimitable style of deadpan wit, he said "Then why have them in a bookstore?" At which the bibliogeek became flustered and suggested I come back tomorrow to negotiate.
Most of his books were out of print and extremely rare, and for good reason. "Me and the Orgone," a psychic sex-romp featuring the fun you could have in Orgone accumulators. Sri Darwin Gross' "I am the Way" or somesuch drivel about him happening to be the most important spiritual leader of all time. The Autobiography of Ramtha. Reader's Digest Guide to the Chakra Syatem. Most of the stuff in there was tragic new age flotsam, but the few gems in there countermonkey obviously coveted, or became interested in when brought up for purchase. Sorry we didn't get the book there Joshua, the metaphysical information was at too high a price. And that guy really pissed me off.
So, into the wild blue yonder wonder will I. Today is too bright to let the random capitalist bookseller get me down. As a nonmaterialistic, noncapitalistic post script, my Virtual Yardsale is finally open for business. Yay!
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An American Apology to the World via bifurcated rivets
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Friday, 28 February, 2003...........................................................
"I Can't Say"
There's something I need to say
but I don't know how to say it
even what it is.
The tip of my tongue
lurches forward into language
in verbal anticipation
but retreats in wordless wonder.
Impressions of the idea heave my breath into an awkward mouth
I'm getting closer, but all I can do
is laugh and sputter.
As the Milky Way runs down the drain
and the sky is spilled with nighttime amusement
the world speaks a billion intentions
actions eclipse them,
and I'm still sputtering,
trying to say that something, that anything,
drawing all my strength into something so damn easy,
and all I can manage to utter
into the raging wind called fate that shakes the house
is "I love you"
flung from my chapped lips across parking lots and vestibules
across abandoned hopes and seedlings of prayer
and missing every ear before dispersing into tomorrow's fog.
Saying it may not make up for what has not been said,
standing here under creation's silent shadow
may not be better than where I need to be
but it's where I am, and what I said,
and for what it's worth,
in this case, everything,
I meant it.
The wind abates,
and even the night stops looking for itself.
I huddle back to bed now,
wrapping dreams up tight round me
thinking that if anything could be more true than love
or anything more trying to live out sometimes,
it would have to be bigger than the universe
and since even the mountains are bigger than time
I'll rest easy,
and have more to say when the sun rises.
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Everything is OK. Everything in the universal, boundless sense of it. OK permeates all creation, waves of groovy love and contentment seep into the most volatile of particles. The stars hum an OK tune and leprachauns dance the OK jig. The lungs breathe in O and exhale K. Rainbows form a bridge between O and K and little children dance under it's arc. From the highest mountaintops to the muggiest swamps, from the nebula to the nebulous, everything double checks itself and declares a universal, ubiquitous and unanimous OK, and relaxes into a smile.
If you are the one called "Wo" reading this, just know that all is really and truly OK, don't forget my love for you and that I know your number, honeysuckle breath, and I'll call you tonight.
The same goes, oddly enough, for the rest of ya.
So, Friday never felt so good. Thursday wasn't bad but today is primo. Not only is it beautiful out, I mean ragingly gorgeous, but i have a new[-ish] car and can't stop driving. What I like about the Geo is that I can drive with a conscience since it gets about 40-50 mpg and it's practical, utilitarian, and daresay cute. I'm heading up to the Parkway to tool around and do some trailrunning and picture taking. I'm *OFF* this weekend and have a Mardi Gras party tomorrow and the freedom to sleep in, dream of golden sunsets, and soak in the quiet, distant marching of spring.
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Thursday, 27 February, 2003...........................................................
Ari Fleshmeister Gets Laughed Out of White House Press Briefing see the video, advance to 28 minutes into clip. An instant classic!
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Another great use for BushApproved® Duct Tape:Judge duct tapes defendant's mouth. You gotta love Texas style justice.
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Went on a bit of a bender last night with some dear friends... one of which has wild Irish genes who holds her own incredeibly well as I spill mine all about. Which I did but not the messy, icky way.
Anyway, I had a dream inspired from all the weirdness about falling madly in love with this great looking, sincere guy, and then arresting him for interfering in the delivery of a package. For some reason I was the Postmaster of a town that looked like an art-deco garbage dump and he was the only other gay fellow. So I put him in cuffs and send him off, as he pleads his innocence and love. Stupid move.
Off to hopefully less ridiculous work.
Lah de dah.
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Tuesday, 25 February, 2003...........................................................
Dark Matter and Weird Energy
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Mysterious Quarks... we're no closer to figuring "everything" out, thank goodness!
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Monday, 24 February, 2003...........................................................
Are weird things being visited upon my cat? I was taking the new digital camera for a spin outside just now, testing the flash and such, when I discovered that something strange found Avatar the cat rather interesting. Now, he did a lot of catnip today ( can't you tell? ) and so might be projecting trippy thoughtforms and such, but whatever it is there was nothing I could see in the area out back where I took the pic that could do that. What we have here is a very low-res image... the original is over a meg and the beads of light are in very rich detail... especially the fainter ones to the left of the loop.
I took this shot in a genuinely spooky, spectral house in Delaware over the Yuletide hooplahdays. A friend I'm doing a wedding for asked me to check out this house of another friend, saying that it was haunted as all get out. Going up to the door of the place gave me the heebie jeebies. As we went through the upper floors, I got a definate sense of a female around us, maybe a very young girl.... if not a personality but an impression, a residual memory. I took this shot right as Amber was reporting that strange things were happening to the flame of the lighter. Looking at the "face" in photoshop, it overlaps both the white and dark areas of the shades, ruling out a simple reflection.
Who knows what these things are and what they mean. I'm a "sceptical believer." I want to say yes to any phenomena, but it's helpful to use the scientific process to weed out false singals and misleading data. There's so much that eclipses rationality in our shared reality. Once these things are observed ( since likely they're happening all the time ) and put through a process of rigorus examination using known and verifyable variables, some unknowns will escape the sifting and will be swinging in the netherworld of grey areas. Maybe someday down the road there'll be some logical, rational explanations that resolve ghosts, UFOs, deja vu and ESP.
But if those are ever reduced to equations and reason, I'd expect that God and the meaning of life will be next in line. Right now that line is eternally long and the mystery too grand, that I hope that the someday never happens and we'll always have a reason to shrug our shoulders, guess, and look up to the stars in wonder and awe. Avatar isn't worried. He's back to the catnip.
For more anomalous images, check this out. Here's ghost photography specifically. Also phenomenology as a science and things Fortean.
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The greatest threat to national security is fear spread to prop up a an ethically bankrupt regieme. The greatest threat to fear is laughter. Thus...
Hilarious thread spoofs Ashcroft's scare-site "ready.gov". via blogdex.
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Homeland Security and Duct Tape ..Lobbying at it's best! via everybody
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Weapons Inspectors Attempt to Inspect US Army Base
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Kucinich:"The world is on the brink of a war initiated by our own government against a nation which did not attack us -- a war which will steal from this nation the joy of our purpose in the world and faith in our purpose at home. Iraq was not responsible for the attack on the World Trade Center or the Pentagon. Iraq has not been credibly linked to al Qaeda's role in 9/11. Iraq was not responsible for the anthrax attack on our nation. Iraq does not have technology to strike this nation," he said. "Inspections are necessary. War is not."
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Bush Cited Economic Report That Doesn't Exist How about that?
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