Sunday, January 04, 2009
Trout frying
Friday, January 02, 2009
Assembling Multi-Disciplinary Sources
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Energies and Buttery Scents
Gar knows margarine container by sight.
Soon the kitten will come.
Chocolate Chip Cookies
1 Cup Sugar
1 Cup Brown Sugar
2/3rds Cup Shortening
2/3rds Cup Margarine
Mix until most of the lumps are gone (patience pays off in better cookie)
2 Eggs
2 tsp Vanilla
1 tsp Baking Soda
1 tsp Salt
Mix thoroughly, with fork, then fold into the sugar, shortening, and margarine
Add 3 Cups flour
Mix vigorously, until all the flour is part of the batter
Add 1 cup dark chocolate chips
1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
Split into tablespoon-sized balls
Bake 375 for 10 to 12 minutes (altitude determines cook time)
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Infoclasm
It is next to go - language is meaningless
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Chaos Marxism: A new aphorism
Friday, November 14, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Embued Spaces - an Article at Foolish People
here's the core of the idea I am intending to get across
WORDS are EATING your THOUGHTS. Words are that which devour the pure thought and the letters on a page, the text, is the shit words streak out behind in their passage. Words are no more thought than nails, hair, skin, and teeth are you. These shapes that can carry content across gaps through optic radiation, these letters and statements and paragraphs, they're an action that need only be observed to be complete, and by littering an area with this potential act of meaning, and then filling that same area with observers equipped to complete that meaningful act, observers who then become the space acted upon, you have created a microcosmic psychodrama beyond the grammar of the mundane, and in so doing to touch and manifest the pure thoughts unclothed by words.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
U-M AD gets apology from Lou Holtz on 'Hitler' comment | Freep.com | Detroit Free Press
The remark quickly spread across the blogosphere and was mentioned to Martin this morning and he reached out.
Within a few hours, at halftime of the network’s Clemson-Georgia Tech game, Holtz was on the air apologizing."
"The wife U.S. Republican John McCain callously left behind" by Mary B. — mccain, obama, divorce | Gather
Friday, October 17, 2008
» The Prisoner
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Season 6, Episode 13:
Host Kory Kortis interviews Wes Unruh on The Art of Memetics
366MB-esotericsciencesroundtable.MOV:
'Is it in your memes?' could be as common a question one day as 'is it in your genes?', and it won't be long before the totality of the internet is parsed for the human menome. Masterminding, Marketing, and Memetics: http://artofmemetics.com
Monday, January 21, 2008
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Sunday, November 26, 2006
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Thursday, October 27, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Thank you Kurt.
If you are a humanist, you will probably dig Man Without A Country. I’ve read the Amazon
reviews and on other sites that take book reviews. I’m astounded by people who take offense to Vonnegut’s humanistic perspective. One reviewer below suggests that Man Without A Country contains talking points straight from the Democratic National Committee. I checked the DNC website and couldn’t identify any lines from Vonnegut’s book. So it goes.
Yes, Vonnegut draws connections between Bush and Hitler—they both called themselves Christians despite what many liberal documentaries suggest about Hitler being a pagan. But being opposed to Bush doesn’t make Kurt a Democrat. Read Kurt’s words, HE’S A HUMANIST. For those of you that are anti-humanists, there are plenty of sentences to be taken out of context to exploit towards your own divisive agendas. Vonnegut reminds us of a line by Shakespeare: “The Devil will quote scripture for his purpose.”
When did respecting each other become politically divisive? I’ve often wondered why respecting science is politically divisive. Kurt sheds some light on these topics among others.
Look, if you think the world is all hunky-dory, this won’t be your cup of tea. Or, if you dug Vonnegut’s earlier work solely for his humor, you may be disappointed with this read. Vonnegut grapples with his grasp on turning out humor, about how other humorists loose their humor as they age. Vonnegut still has his humor, but he is pissed off—many readers haven’t known when he has been joking and when he has been serious. For the remedial readers he annotates his jokes by saying, “I’m kidding.”
Just because Kurt loves humans, he isn’t beyond shaking his finger at those who preach love as they drop bombs and enslave little brown folks. If you object to this assessment of our current world order, and you have read the books Vonnegut suggests every non-twerp has read, then, I’m open to reading your objections to the content of Kurt’s assertions. Seriously, do you consume much non-American media?
Fellow humanists,
it’s time to take these ideas seriously. Enough of the politicians spewing their intellishit. Kurt begins his penultimate book: “There is no reason good can’t triumph over evil, if only angels will get organized along the lines of the mafia.”
Here’s to Bokonon. * Kurt, I look forward to reading your next novel. I hope you do find a way to write it’s ending.
Monday, September 05, 2005
Sunday, September 04, 2005
to the next and adrift the motion
leaves the restless
falling, a month or so
until autumn and world
war dreams - war games
one full night, a lit porch light
a community built of weeds, of contact
with the western lands, a symbol
placed above the skyline
tracking along the edge of twilight
i don't drink with the boys
i don't expect to be silent
whispers three times
her name to moonrise
one full moment, pregnant pause, slowed
expect revelation,
a conscripted pardon, flash of insight
some glowing new sign
you expected the mirror
placed fervently in your path
by the gods, by their attendees
and gave inward, gave up, gave out
when it was not what you foresaw
get out

















































