Monday, December 29, 2008
Un projet beau et tellement utile que l´on se doit d´accomplir.
— Julien from France, donated 30 EUR
(A project so beautiful and useful it must be completed.)
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
"People say, 'I respect their right to release crap like 'Black Christmas'," says Reverend Charles Demester, spokesman for the North Carolina Values Defense League. They say, 'It's really how we respond to it that matters.' No, I think jewish Hollywood's behavior matters too. By that way of thinking, since NE Asians are civilized (more civilized than Euros, actually) it's okay to have large numbers of them in our midst. After all, if they aren't robbing, raping, and murdering us, it only comes down to how we respond vis-a-vis intermarriage, right? People say, 'We are free-thinking individuals, responsible for choosing our entertainment.' And jews are responsible for pushing crap intended to destroy our civilization. People say, 'If someone wants to watch this movie, it's no skin off my back.' Wrong. If society turns into a mass of degenerates, it's plenty of skin off your back. People say, 'We have choices.' Yeah, we can watch jew crap or not watch jew crap."
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ‘Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, ‘Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? ‘Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - ’twas the chilly wind Came o’er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - howe’er it was That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass. I have been happy, tho’ in a dream. I have been happy - and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love - and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth’s day-star?
Were The World Mine
Let The Right One In
*reviews in process...
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
THE SINS OF THE FATHERS* In 19th century Wales, a devastating famine forces a young boy to play the part of a sin-eater at a dead man's wake. Cast: Geraldine Page, Richard Thomas, Michael Dunn, Barbara Steele. View The Painting (27kb) / Play The Music
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Okay, so I hate "pre-quels," but young mister Kirk in the retro sports car immersed in teen anger and all the things exploding doth beckon. Also- hard not to want to take in the loving moment between Leonard Nimoy and Winona Ryder! wazzup??
Marianne just wrapped me up in her blanket of dark loungy blues... more on this coming...http://www.thinkgeek.com/homeoffice/
Sunday, November 9, 2008
*And for all those who are sitting around talking about the Republican picks for 2012 and the resurgence of the religious right, have some faith in our nation's accomplishment of electing Barack Obama, stop commentating and pick ONE THING off the limitless list of urgent to-dos this man has to grapple with and truly change our country by working with him on that one thing! Put down the iPhone, turn off the tv and be the change we have all been bitching for!
The Cleanup: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27628719
Moving Forward: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27611106
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Exorcism & Catharsis-
His triumph was decisive and sweeping, because he saw what is wrong with this country: the utter failure of government to protect its citizens. He offered a government that does not try to solve every problem but will do those things beyond the power of individual citizens: to regulate the economy fairly, keep the air clean and the food safe, ensure that the sick have access to health care, and educate children to compete in a globalized world. That is a start. The nation’s many challenges are beyond the reach of any one man, or any one political party.
Monday, October 27, 2008
*this one is in process, so bear with me. also working to complete any entries below with a lovely header and seemingly invisible contents. the thin line between the written word and life has blurred a bit these past few months on the side of simply living without benefit or solace of recording. patience si vous plait!*
The End Is Not Near
Radley Balko @ Reason.com
Doom and gloom may prevail on Wall Street, in Washington, and in the media, said Radley Balko, but for most Americans life is not only pretty good—it’s getting better. Advances in technology are improving our standing of living, giving us more leisure time, improving our health, and “putting much of the world—quite literally—at our fingertips.” The crime rate has been in “free-fall” since the 1990s, with everything from sex crimes to juvenile crime in decline. As for our immoral, “sexualized culture,” the abortion rate is at a 30-year nadir and the divorce rate at its lowest point in four decades. Meantime, Americans are living healthier, longer lives, with mortality rates dropping for eight of the 10 leading causes of death. Yes, the economy is suffering a severe, cyclical downturn, but that hardly signifies “the downfall of American society” or some new Dark Ages. Socially, economically, and technologically, we’ve made an astonishing leap forward over the past two decades, and once this storm passes, we’ll still find ourselves with a “personal and economic freedom” unprecedented in human history.
And from The Week:
Happiness as national policy...
While technocrats the world over try to boost their nations’ Gross Domestic Product (GDP),the government of Bhutan is publicly dedicated to increasing GDH—Gross Domestic Happiness. The policy has four pillars: equitable and sustainable economic growth; environmental conservation; cultural preservation; and good government. But Bhutan is not the only nation focused on happiness as a matter of national policy. British Prime Minister Gordon Brown, encouraged by fellow Labor Party member and renowned happiness scholar Richard Layard, has shown interest in using happiness studies to advance “well being” in the U.K. Layard argues for teaching “happiness skills” in school and for curtailing advertising that targets children, in an attempt to stifle envy and greed. The nub of his approach, though, involves an aggressive program of income redistribution—since, he says, “an extra pound or dollar gives more happiness to poor people than to the rich.” Of course that leaves unaddressed the unhappiness caused when taxes are raised to make that possible.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Let's hope so!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Awaken Sleepers & VOTE!!!
*I was trying to find a picture of a giant sand worm from Dune excruciatingly gobbling up the evil Baron Harkonnen so that I could replace him with George Bush, but no luck... just watch the 1984 Lynch movie version and use your imagination. Be one with Alia and her knives amidst the fires of Arakis-
Thursday, October 16, 2008
His mom may have abandoned her vampires to rekindle her faith, but Christopher Rice has not abandoned writing on the edge as he uses his new book to explore the mystery and tragedy of a soldier's life after the Iraq War. Good to know somebody takes the inner battle seriously as we continue to ignore the ongoing cost of the outer one and its effects on all levels of our society.
When dressed for physical illness,
waiting for the truths.Will you let me take you?
No secret faults, no shameful desires.
I think I'd rather walk.
That firmness, peppery.
That's why I got so stirred up.
I've got news for you:
Those that provide real strength.
No man is fit for society.
I have relatives who will only answer
my father with a look of despair.
"My child, here, I give it to you, time."
The shutting of gates.
I beseech you. I was now free.
I believe for a night. I was carried by the wind, in gold.
I was often tempted, so I wish to do two things
so that those good fathers close over me and my calamities
But soul, whom I tend, you shall surrender it to desertion.
At these moments I wept for his world.
Never is God more to be.
Remorse extinguished; lies, the true way of gaining Heaven.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
And German existential lit
Even in urgency and intensity
Pale in their pull on my own pious soul
While I look to a blazing, sun-drowned Iowa field
Golden folds of wheat waving me
Toward my pacific forest with its rushing river
Where paddling fish try not to drown.
Then I look to you and brown soft hair
Eyes green as leaves tinged only a little
With brushstroke darkness in dawning light,
Fired with youthful obstinate determination
For my bailing out of the deepest waters
Which are so shallow now in contrast
To your brave and loving rescue of my heart.
He drops his arms; with his arms at his sides he looks slender, narrow and disciplined. That way he looks like a pious young soldier, whose face pales above the black of his jacket in this twilight- standing sentry duty for something holy, acting the sentinel in this foreign room, across this foreign sea, across this foreign world.
from The Pious Dance by Klaus Mann, 1925
other works include: Mephisto, Pathetic Symphony, The Turning Point & Andre Gide and the Crisis of Modern Thought
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
"Only in my head you don't exist- who are you foolin', I don't need a shrink but and exorcist!"
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
"The Higher Common Sense"-
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
"The Republican Party is the Unrestrained Id of American Politics!"
Tasty slice: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOXrj4-bgSI&feature=related
Wavering, needle-sharp yearning for the salt in the air like the salt in sweat.
The blue distance that pulls the eyes to the horizon.
Everyone has a sea that the flesh wordlessly remembers, an ocean that lives on only in our cells. Water that's warm and taut, the skin of the drum I stretch across the world;
Water that holds me up when I walk across it.
I delete his digits from my cellphone, cut his name from my email with swift clicks,sever the dedicated connection of his trojantrust, remove the flickring pics of his face, his smile, his eyes, his laugh, his fingers,the feel of his skin to the recycle bin, wipe his memory from my harddrive and punch him in the software, block his handles and avatars, his podcasts and profiles, his webbed words and IMs, his voicemails and texts, all the digital roads that led to my analog heart.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
*voodoo pins optional!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Sue de Beer Website
Sue de Beer @ Marianne Boesky Gallery
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Summer by Graeme
Across the parking lot there's an overgrown field, a vacant lot;
but it is anything but empty. Each morning as I get out of my car,
I can hear the insects whirring and clicking, the rustle of leaves
and thrum of woody limbs vibrating in the wind.
Each evening as dusk comes,
birds call to each other and busy themselves before dark;
the field purrs and stretches before sleep.
I'm wearing my work clothes: button-down shirt and silk tie, dress
shoes, pressed khaki pants. Dry-cleaning is expensive, and grass
stains? I can see the look of suspicion on the elderly lady's face as
I drop off my clothes, burrs and dirt and green tendrils everywhere.
"What have you been doing?" her look says, speaking volumes about
what is acceptable, appropriate, proper. And my co-workers think
I have gone mad. Tittering behind their gray cubicle walls, they
exchange glances as I walk by, eyeing an errant leaf stuck to
my sleeve, a feather in my hair…
They don't suspect that
I have become a Creature of the Field.
I grip the thick muscle of Summer
as it heaves and wakes from slumber.
I hear the streets crackle
with vines of green fire as Nature feasts
blossoms boom like cannons
milkweed pods burst seams
mercenary oak roots march
I am watered and alive again
full of sap and light.
-more from Wickerkid at: http://www.angelfire.com/blog/wicker_chronicles/esoterica/
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Mother of five
They have five children. Their son, Track, enlisted in the U.S. Army on Sept. 11, 2007.
Palin gave birth to their fifth child, Trig, last April. The baby boy has Down syndrome, a genetic abnormality that impedes a child's intellectual and physical development.
"When we first heard, it was kind of confusing," Palin said, according to an account in the Anchorage Daily News. She called the news "very, very challenging."
But she added in a note, imagining what God would say to her family, "Children are the most precious and promising ingredient in this mixed-up world you live in down there on Earth. Trig is no different, except he has one extra chromosome."
And Sarah does bear a resemblance to President Laura (if only she were a real person and could run) Rosalyn from Battlestar Galactica so maybe there is hope for this fracked-up world...
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
"Born in 1957, Paul Rosin, an American photographer based in Chicago, works in black and white images that searingly explore the human body, sexuality, death and the environment in which we live. He has exhibited at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago. University Galleries, Illinois State University has published his book, "Obliged by Nature: Photographs."
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Sell some real estate and art and feed the poor as Christ taught. The church is within, not without holding a whip!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
This is the hearty pioneer motto of my home state of Kansas, and while I have transcended my birthplace in many ways, I retain this phrase as I do the beautiful color, openness and freedom of the prairie where I grew up. As anyone could most likely tell from my interests expressed in the content of this blog, I do in fact believe that we should all always reach for the stars, and especially when faced with circumstances that are truly difficult in times like the present.
This mantra is a guiding element of science fiction, but also of the fantasy and mythological genres too. It is synergistic to note this connection between future and past and all the everyday life found in between. And it is especially good to also have it intertwined with classical drama through links to Shakespeare- specifically Hamlet- who David Tennant is playing now, Richard Burton played then and also joined Richard Harris in playing the Lord of Camelot below...
"Resolved: I am a King, not a man
And a very civilized King.
Could it possibly be civilized to love myself above all?
Could it possibly be civilized to destroy the thing I love,
What of their pain and their torment?
Did they ask for this calamity?
Can passion be selected?
Is there any doubt of their devotion to me or to my Table?
My God, Excalibur, I shall be a King!
This is the time of King Arthur and we shall reach for the stars!
This is the time of King Arthur- when violence is not strength,
And compassion is not weakness!
We are civilized, resolved- We shall go through this together-
They, you and I,
And may God have mercy on us all!"
Also helpful to remember- in the face of the nameless multitudes- the power of One-
"We are less than a drop in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea,
But it seems that some of the drops do sparkle...
Some of them DO sparkle!
Run boy! Run!!"
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Father of the X Files...
... see the tv movie with the vampires- look for the lil cross on fire!
journey- science fiction
horizontal view- personhood
Freedom is inescapable, but you can still help remove the obstacles.
Per Nietzsche- remain ever-aware of the Intersection of Truths which = the overall greater Truth
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Koons' lobster is red,
His big heart is blue,
He's referencing Manet,
And Winnie the Pooh.
His blow-ups are steel,
The heart weights a ton,
His dick's in your face-
There's nowhere to run.
The minions they make it,
And Cicciolina has fun! (those two are me)
-Deanna Isaacs, Chicago Reader
Sunday, June 8, 2008
He has never deviated from his much-quoted formulation in “The Audacity of Hope,” where he described himself as aloof from “the psychodrama of the baby boom generation” with its “old grudges and revenge plots hatched on a handful of college campuses long ago.” His vocabulary is so different from that of Mrs. Clinton and Mr. McCain that they often find it as baffling as a foreign language, even as they try to rip it off.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Despite a fragile economy and slogging through the nightmare which continues to be Iraq... despite a black man about to become President having to contend with ludicrous charges of sexism? jeez- how we love to revel in our societal insecurities and guilt! there are three areas where we just can't help advancing...
They appear unstoppable alongside the roadblocks we constantly throw up against enlightened or "elitist" thinking.
Perhaps that is because deep in our instinctive evolutionary gut, we know that there is nothing more important to our survival than to retain the ability to share with each other, stay well and whole, and look to the stars.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Those you love- and admire- them most of all, have many contradicting qualities and motivations. The great ones provide some over-arching and powerful touchstone that defies any anger we might focus on them aroused by external circumstances.
My grandmother Pearl was such a person...
Inspiring, and indestructible in her absolute belief that she could be good and foster that in others.
She died a couple years back at 97- having lived through almost a century... Kansas farm girl, one of eleven children, Depression survivor, two World Wars, Eisenhower, Kennedy, television and our modern age. She survived my mother by almost twenty years and was my source of strength and yes- wisdom too.
Iconic would be a fitting word, but she would not understand it. She was simple, powerful.
Familiar freinds and foes alike were caught off-guard by their inability to understand and therefore ultimately appreciate her humanity. I was too.
After her funeral, my cousin found a note she had written thirty years before that provided a key to her understanding of herself and of her frailty/humanity for us. It is now a treasured document. She wrote it while going through a bitter divorce that stripped her of a tremendous amount of pride. Her knowledge of that fact makes me proud every time I read it:
January 4, 1974
To Whom It May Concern,
I am guilty of-
Loving my children and my grandchildren too much-
Being too clean in my house and my person-
Loving flowers and gardening too much...
Although I did so enjoy brightening the little corner of my world,
And was told by many passersby and neighbors how they enjoyed it also.
Working too hard and expecting others to do the same, having been taught
'Idleness breeds mischief.'
Wanting to share and enjoy my children and grandchildren's joys and sorrows
With no intention of meddling or hurting.
Loving to give for the sheer joy of it-
My main reason for working outside the home.
Most of all trying to live as God would have me live, of course,
Falling short many times.
Mother & Grandmother Pearl
Friday, May 30, 2008
Some nice thought from a smart man...
For me, if people could unplug their Blackberries and default on living their lives in a state of perpetual info overload and scatteredness, there might be enough clear-mindedness to actually achieve space to conceive of a great motivational thought, emotionally attaching cause or- the recognition of a Great Leader without the shameful and weak desire to take refuge in less than our baser selves- to actually seek confort from the distracting pettiness of our political, spiritual and social discourse. And so it should be... and- i.e. anarchy = the soil of Freedom
The opening theme song for seasons two, three and four includes a famous Hindu mantra- the Gayatri Mantra (Wiki it), taken from the Rig Veda-
"Oh all-protecting Lord,
Please guide our intellects,
So that we may proceed in the right direction toward enlightenment."
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
K- first clip is crappy, but it's good and goopy so just Wikipedia it for further info...
William Shatner, Ernest Borgnine, Eddie Albert, the Devil- film consultant Anton Simon La Vey-
I mean- come on? How can that not go down well with some whiskey and good weed?
Saturday, May 10, 2008
He who trails behind another cannot pass ahead of him, and he who cannot do well by himself cannot make good use of others' works.
For he who would without wings
Follow an angel, in vain he casts
Seeds on rock, words on wind, and intellect to God.
In 'West's' simple yet bizarre narrative, an African American hunk who may or may not be selling what looks like vaseline door to door suddenly starts getting it on in a standard porn manner with one of his potential customers, a somewhat hippieish meets teen idolish blond boy until what appears to be the blond's roommate or boyfriend or an intruder spies them and joins in whereupon the porn transforms into a sequence of awkward modern dance style poses that are apparently meant to represent the wild, go for broke three-way that would naturally ensue and ends not with the usual multiple orgasms but rather with an inconclusive if rather heroic pose. Whether the photographer was trying to challenge porn conventions in a period avant-garde manner or was very stoned or was seeking to comment on race relations or something else entirely for which the strangely unsexy title forms a clue, we'll never know, but the curious if somewhat annoying results are a very rare instance of deliberate experimentation within the medium of the gay porn magazine, and that plus the fact that I think the blond is hot made 'West' the first target of my new search and rescue missions.----
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