Here comes the krewe

What the hell is going on here?

Thank you for your concern and for drawing attention to the efforts of the Society of Citizens Against Racism (SCAR) to stop an 82-year tradition of demeaning American Indians in New Port Richey, Florida during the Chasco Fiesta, a 10-day event that attracts more than 100,000 spectators. After stopping a pageant whose happy ending is Indians choosing white children to be their king and queen and converting to Christianity, and activities in the Children's Indian Village that included Picking the Pocket of the Drunken Injun, SCAR has tried for 3 years to end the Krewe of Chasco and its float, a private club of 130 to 150 white civic and business leaders who dress up in authentic American Indian regalia, ride in nine regional parades on a float leased using taxpayers' dollars, while drinking free booze, playing loud rock 'n roll, and shaking their buckskinned assets--all to honor Indians, they say. On their website at www.kreweofchasco.org, they recently had a photo of a blonde woman wearing a Plains Indian headdress with the caption: Even SQUAWS can be braves in the Krewe of Chasco! When the former president of the Krewe addressed a Chamber of Commerce luncheon, the Tampa Tribune reported him saying, "I want you all to buy guns and kill AIM--I'll bury them for free." He owns a funeral home.

Learn more about Dan Callaghan
and why the boys in blue are carting him off.

Corporate Avenger

Corporate Avenger's new album is due out in January of '05. Some lyrics from past endeavors. Native American Stream 8 , the Hip Hop/Rap stream has been getting alot of play around my house lately. I've always been a fan of some of the more obscure, underground rap that doesn't get much airplay. The reason they don't get airplay is one of marketability, popular rap is cornered into a small holding pen that consists of rapping about absolutely nothing with only the occasional exception to the rule. Gold, money , and ho's sells quite well to your average pimple faced suburban white kid. I find it ironic though that some of the fathers of the rap movement like Chuck D are also some of the more eloquently spoken individuals within the music industry. Perhaps it's because they broke the mold a long time ago and continue to look towards breaking the genre, now , back to it's roots in a movement by the people. Litefoot, Shadowyze , and the likes of Rollin' Fox carry a definite inner rythym and the ability to freeflow from a quick intillect. Real true rap and freeflow ryme is an art that takes a special skill. Sure, a dunce can stand up with a mic and spout about the generic subjects that have become rap in the big industry, but a true rapper has something to say, and it's poetry to hear it.

Shwag for the masses

Society For Change seems to be heating up these days. The concept is simple, be pro-active. Effect change in various ways and they don't have to be something of a grand nature. Simple actions on a personal level, I believe, truly can make a difference in the bigger picture. As long as some sort of action is taking place and growing then the waters are stirring. We have no idea of how many neurons have fired in the past five minutes through the billions of minds on the planet which effected perhaps even the slightest change in perspective. Some people all it takes is one slight moment of question and the chain reaction starts. They then see something else, and something else, and so on. Not everyone changes overnight. The simpler, smaller scale, personal changes, serve to help support the bigger ones. ... and so it goes.

High and Mighty

Recently a small group project in Texas Govt over the spending on MJ had to be cancelled. The four of us had decided to investigate the overall state spending on MJ prevention, break it down and then show how the money could be used to further education if it were to be legalized across the board. While it was a noble idea, we simply just don't have the time to complete the project in the time frame we've been given.

Cannabis has indeed existed for a few thousand years. It has been held as a sacrament and an invaluable natural resource. The propoganda against the plant here in the US is mind boggling yet I believe with underlying motives for sure. The question to ask might be to wonder why in the midst of an anti-drug furor, there are no references to alcohol. Why is the foremost contributor never mentioned in the propoganda campaigns. Here's the abridged version of my theory:

The makers of alcohol have deemed that it won't happen. That much is a given in a climate where politics and corporate interests are so easily meshed together. More importantly, alcohol is certainly physically addictive. The alcoholic suffers an insidious existance that can even lead to death if withdrawal is not treated properly. Much like the tobacco industry, the alcohol industry has a nation of consumers who simply can't just decide to not buy it because they are addicted to it. Further, alcohol is not easy to make on your own. It takes a great deal of effort and knowledge to set up a working still. Alcohol is a divider, not a uniter. The myth is that the drink is a way to reach comradery, that it helps you to relax and have fun. More in truth is it's ability to divide the psyche into two seperate behaviors. A split personality of sorts that prevents any growth from it's use. The first two reasons are obviously one of profit and greed mongering whatever the cost. The last serves as a societal control mechanism.

Now look at Cannabis. It is not physically addictive. If allowed, marijuana can be grown quite easily and there is a ton of resources for the amateur to become a homegrower. Based on the same market principles mentioned about alcohol, it would fail as a monopoly. There are simply too many choices for the MJ user. Marijuana is not a divider. Contrary to the vast array of myths that have been perpetuated about it's deadly effects, it actually works as an enhancer. Simple thought processes gain whole new levels of perspective and emotional content gains depth. More often than not, a group of people sharing the MJ experience become more intimate friends. Thus, it would fail as a control mechanism because it serves to enhance communication rather than break it. One of the greatest threats to a body trying to control society is honest communication between it's people.

As this is the simplified version I mention hemp only in passing. The importance of it's numerous uses is highlighted in vast bodies of information. The same principles of market control apply.

Now, I'm not advocating that everyone go out and get stoned this instance. I'm not saying that MJ is the solution to our problems because it's not. The idea that if we all just got high everything would miraculously fix itself is a grand myth as well. I advocate legalization of Cannabis because it's criminalization is a glaring defect in our so called 'land of the free'. I'd advocate it even if I didn't smoke.

moving along:


This is possibly the slickest t-shirt I think I've seen out there. It's rather stealthy. I ordered one from over at Fat American

I spent several attempts at writing a by line for the picture that I posted previously. Some of them included references to Jesus in jackboots, southbound end of a northbound donkey, brainwashing, orwellian doubletalk, etc... but I couldn't quite come up with anything that would fit nicely there. I do want to lay the disclaimer though that I don't despise all christians. I just think that the 'moral majority' is rather un-christian like. So, I sent the picture off to my brother and he gave me a description: "It's really funny yet really scary at the same time". Thanks Mel.

He's also coming down with his wife for Thanksgiving. My bro's a talented psytrance musician so I always look forward to hearing some kick ass tunes. Plus, we're having a vegetarian thanksgiving feast. I can't wait. Let the feasting begin!

Friendly Folk

The big pfffffffrrrrrrrrttt.

On another note entirely ... let's organize the mass simultaneous fart campaign. A synchronized mass fart in the general direction of Washington. Revolt! Stand and be counted! The winds of change are a blowin'!!

Show Your Support and Give a Gift

Give the Gift of Pretzels

Dug up again

Crappy Peanuts

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Local Bar Has Crappy Peanuts
patrons evacuate to playground
(DP) 10.30.04

"God d(expletive) fu(expletive)in' sh(expletive)ty bar nuts, that's what did it. Put us over the top" said (anonymous) after she and two friends overtook a bartender and ran away with several bottles of booze to a local playground this Saturday. The group had become increasingly upset at the state of the cuisine and decided to take matters into their own hands. According to authorities the trio also raided the kitchen cabinets of a local parents house and then proceeded to get plowed a few yards from the jungle gym. (anonymous), a self taught chef, provided the group with crackers and peanut butter which was a welcome change.

At present authorities are unsure of what to do about the situation. "Well, they got a point. I mean you ever been there, those nuts really are crappy" said officer Friendly, a local deputy. Judge Jackem who is presiding over the case also strongly agreed with same sentiments. " Although there aren't any laws on the books that say I can, we might just shove those peanuts up the owners (expletive)".

The owner of the local bar is being held in custody until further investigations are concluded. Asked about a possible solution the owner replied "I could put out some popcorn ... maybe they'd give my liquor back and I can go home"


onward.

This Article says it all.

This thing

This is the Welwitschia.
It looks strangely very alive as if it may get up at any moment. Looking at it I think of the Snuffalopagus (sp? sue me I haven't watched S Street lately), the pods in Invasion of the body snatchers, and those plants in Dungeon Siege. I wanna hug it.

I'm going to be involved in a tricycle race. The tricycle race to the whitehouse for a Halloween carnival. It's a very pleasant affair. I'm not sure exactly what I'm learning but I'm sure it's something.

Something to read whilst looking at this plant.

ah, also, a plug for the plug ... Habari Xenu for Firefox.

UP THE IRONS

2 Minutes to Midnight
Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

CHORUS
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.

CHORUS

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

CHORUS

Midnight...all night...

Gotten from Iron Maiden Lyrics

Metalheads got it a long time ago. I'll always be down with Iron Maiden. They introduced me to the concept of rebellion. I had their posters plastered all over my walls. Those guys were my heroes man because they roamed the world raising hell and they had something to say. Not to mention the fact that they have the gnarliest mascot ever in the history of mankind. I wouldn't want to find him under my bed. To top it all off, they're still raising hell and they're good at it.

UP THE IRONS

UP THE IRONS is not a statement towards promoting violence on others. It's a statement of pasion and unity amongst fans of Iron Maiden. Nuf said.

Plain return

Back to the beginning in many ways. Over the course of two years my life has taken drastic twists and turns in the pursuit of something that, now, I know I never really wanted in the first place. It was an ideal that couldn't sustain in reality. The pursuit has caused a personality change into one of doubt at times, a sort of fear of the future, and a gnawing bitterness over things which I cannot control. I had to ask myself what I was doing here in the rat race. Am I really following a path with heart or am I simply pursuing some sort of external recognition? A place in society that would validate me as worthy of respect. A piece of paper that I could hold up as proof that I belong in the machine., that I have some sort of power here. The truth is that I don't believe I will ever fit into the mechanism. I wasn't born for it. A week ago I drank myself into the ground which is something I haven't done for a very long time. Some people consider it a good time but for me it's a sign of bad tidings. Rebelling through self destruction. No good.
After some considerable time spent meditating and reflecting a whole new direction has opened up that seems right now as if it was always supposed to be there. Life has come full circle and I know much more now than I did then.
This is the template I first started my blog with. Welcome.

Hooligans

17 years. A phone call to a lifelong friend and I am stunned at the similarities of our paths. I last saw him almost two decades ago yet we seemed to have arrived at similar destinations through much the same trials. Is this how it is to begin? The remarkable individuals re-appearing? Perhaps. I now wonder if they should all meet each other somehow.

Hammerhead will.

Yes. Yes. yes. There is something very satisfying about smashing a piece of hardware, even if it's just a cheap little plastic thing. Last night after a few good brews I attempted to use my cheap 20 dollar digital cam to take some pictures. It wouldn't work right so I promptly stomped up and down on it, then took the remaining pieces and threw them at the wall, then took it outside and ceremoniously burnt everything to a crisp. All the while the pow wow stream was cranked and I was just feeling groovy. Anyone witnessing would probably say "that, that is a crazy man". Indeed. My only regret is I don't have any pictures of it and it'll be a few weeks before I can go get a good cam to take more weird pictures.

Scraping for Change

I've got it. I know what to do. Gather several hardcore stoners together and get them to apply the same energy they would put into scrapin' that bowl to our national problems. We'd be set in no time flat.

Ten Times The Sun
Ten times the sun for the price of a day. Long ride today on a long flat road without trees or nooks or tuckaways. Strip miners made it like a butterknife across a lump of playdough. They look at you weird, everyone looks at you weird because you're an alien on the landscape. The same sideways, awkward glance like a snapshot. No one should be here. This is reserved for nothingness and buzzards. You could sing, you could yell at the top of your lungs, and no-one would hear it. They only zip through behind glass and the soft hum of blowing freon. Even the field of cows stops to look at you, they all stop and look up. What is that? Why is it here? There's the rotting carcas of a coyote with a permanent snarl plastered against the asphalt, the buzzards are watching, will you eat it? Somewhere the gates of Sunday duties let loose and they start filing past to hit the liquor store, zip, zip, zip. One after the other, glancing quickly and away. Just as quickly they go back by again and quiet returns. Gears turning, it's hot but it feels damn good to be alive.

...they're here

Artwork by Adriane Bourne

Medicine

Based on what I've seen, I am listed under a qdhealth's listings. I find it odd but never the less, I am there. So, in an effort to conform at least a part of this blog to health issues I will be working on a series of natural remedies that will be posted from time to time. I am a practicing Reiki Master as well as a student of shamanism( the ecstatic experience) and herbalism. To boot I'm pursuing an 'official' degree in the healthcare field. Also, I practiced as a battle medic (corpsman) for several years. I don't prattle about it alot.


More and more we are drifting away from the solid shore of our humanity and the inherrant knowledge that we were born with. It is no secret that children are closer to the earth than most adults. In the country that I live in, childhood is viewed (by the majority) as a time of ignorrance about 'real life'. Children are forced through schooling, parental roles, and the volumes of information presented to them everyday to negate their natural bond for one that is manufactured. Broad imagination is discouraged, consumption is the rule. In my humble opinion this is downright evil. How dare we intercede and destroy something so beutiful? As a student pursuing a degree in the official 'healthcare' of this country I am often confronted with individuals who are merely seeking a large bank account and I am often greeted with blank stares or flippant remarks if I try to engage the subject with my peers. Doesn't matter. I firmly believe that in the years to come we,humanity as a whole, will be seeking new answers from the old sources and begin the road back to our roots. I spoke with a Lakota medicine man who told me of their prophecy about the 'ghosts' arriving seeking answers. This has been happenning for a few years now. The reservation at Pine Ridge has had many visitors all seeking answers in the old ways. Who are these people? Most of them are average americans who had completely lost touch with that vital link and snapped because of it. Some of them couldn't tell you why they abandoned everything and travelled to an impoverished reservation in the middle of nowhere to sit with old native americans. One day they woke up and experienced a strong desire to just 'quit'. I find that fascinating and remarkably unsurprising. I believe that this will continue to happen. Though mob mentality rules the majority at this point, sooner or later the veil will fall, and the true 'reality' will hit like a large rock from the sky. There is a breaking point. Because of my own personal connection I have often sought out 'alternative medicine' at every opportunity presented. I have bias and prejudice against drug reps and slicks with pamphlets. I don't think someones life should be ruined financially because they got hit by a car, broke a leg, or even had a baby. Any intelligent, thoughtful, caring individual can see that the current state of healthcare in the US is deplorable as far as what one has to pay, the great volumes of misinformation to encourage the use of certain pharmaceuticals, and the lack of priority healthcare for those without insurance. More and more, schooling includes learning about insurance schemes and billing practices. More and more healthcare practicioners are encouraged and even required to tote the corporate line in order to keep their job. I was even told point blank by a 'teacher' that all discussions about billing codes and future trends in healthcare pricing are to be kept mum. Nobody talks about this outside of the classroom. Without detailing the info I'll simply say, they plan on making alot more money as well as narrowing the body of patients. Since when did that have anything to do with healing? It doesn't. It has everything to do with greed and power. We are coming up on a catalyst very soon. Regardless of who gets elected in November, I believe things are going to start snapping here and there. I can't predict the future and I'm a horrible political analyst, but, in my own laymans terms.. the fecal matter may likely be hurled through the high speed rotary wind propulsion device. Although I do plan on voting for one individual over the other, I'm not confident that it will make that much of a difference who's wearing the clown suit. They're not really in charge. Any clown can honk your nose but in the end it's the ringmaster that decides when the shows over. With all of this theory also comes some practice. Without naming names or locations I will say that I know for a fact that there are others out there who have a call to healing and are preparing through, schooling, farming, and stockpiling. I have witnessed in person a catalyst change of someone who one day decided to start growing herbs. Prior she was a crack head. One day she had an ephiphany and started an herb farm. Today I believe she could probably grow anything anywhere, no more synthetic connection, the cracks gone and so is the old shell. Fascinating but unsurprising.

Now, without further adieu, the first blip in the natural remedies series.

Burnt Toast
Burnt toast can serve as an antacid because it contains a great deal of carbon and acts as a basic by bonding with the molecules of the acidic substance and producing a neutralizing efect. An old man in the woods told me this once and it worked. Out of curiosity I recently performed a test in the biolab on this.

Dissolving a teaspoonfull of the scraped, burnt portion into a 25ml of distilled water, adding 6 drops of Bromothymol blue, I came up with approximately 5 drops of 1.0% HCL before the solution indicated a change to an acidic ph (yellow). In comparison, two brand names fell below this mark. Rolaids only took one, and a generic brand of effervescent tablet from Wal-Mart only took 2. How strange. I now know that If I don't have any Tums around (passed with 73 drops!) that I really can just burn a couple of pieces of toast to have a readily available antacid. I have also heard that one can also scrape from the remains of a campfire to achieve the same results but I've never tried it. There are other, more detailed tests, that can be run but this was satisfactory enough for my purpouses.

In order to achieve the true affect one needs to burn the toast to a crisp. The blacker the better. Enjoy.

In reference to the Lakota.. please do not refer to any Lakota as Lakota sioux. They are not 'swine' and never claimed to be. A body of very ugly and oppressive individuals gave them that monikor in an attempt to denigrate them. Simply Lakota is the way to identify anyone from that tribe.

The Hare

Awwwwww man. Bummed. Although the tv provides a few good shots of New York it provides little else 'cept hooo ha hah.

Sky Blue

Painting the roof of a porch sky blue keeps wasps or bees from building their nest there. Simple enough, they don't build nests in the sky. Yep it works. Front porch has a new coat of sky blue, the wasps have gone away, and it looks nicer too.

swerve

Brains afloat.

Words

Continuing with my train of thought about language and exploring a forum I saw on C-Span that had an outspoken blogger on it I found blogalization. Very cool.

I sat down at that fire the first time and looked around and heard only sounds that had no meaning to me, knowing that I was in another country too far to just 'go home', my heart beat double, my eyes dried, and the swarming minutae of a million 'what if's' halo'd my mind. Fear for a little while. Surreal, a painting , a passage in someone elses journal from long ago. Not me. I would blink and suddenly be back amongst familiar faces. Fires cast quiet shadows and bring warmth. Fires promote comradery. I had been invited in the first place. I sat, observed, listened. I played my didge. Then, after a few rousing songs that I tried to hum along with,shared wine, laughter because I blurted out 'blah, blah', they presented a plateful of mushrooms from the forest. I have come to believe in the old adage , God watches over children and fools, I can be both. As dawn came to pass, I had made new friends and we had an understanding. I would come to trust them for the next year through both joys and tribulations. Once, a friend asked me in broken english if it was true that in America if you bump into someone in the street and do not apologize that they might shoot you or come and burn your house down. No. ..and I wondered to myself 'or is it? would they?..maybe. To think that I had fear when I had first met them. Overwhelmed I felt. Overwhelmed by the tatoo on my forehead that identified me as part of a sytem that I didn't even agree with, a culture that I myself was alienated from. At once, a stranger again. It looks different from that place. That great society over there, the one contained in the bubble oblivious to the rest of the world. My simple answer of 'no' made him feel better about the country I came from, and I believe, about me as well. I don't know how long he had believed that. Truth is, I didn't want my language anymore. If I could have cast it off beside the road I would have. Too many strings attached, too much extra weight. We continued on down the path, and ultimately, I kept walking, away and back to the bubble. All of the familiar faces have changed. They don't really know me anymore, yet I feel as if I see them clearly.

I suppose I would recommend this route of discovery to the people I know here. I'd encourage them to wander off for awhile and mingle. It's not easy but the experience is one that changed my whole view of life. Hardly an ephiphany or melodramatic metamorphosis, more like a slow shifting of the direction of the wind.

Arm

Good Eats

Turkish Coffee has a somewhat similar equivalent in traditional Cowboy Coffee. The principal is basicly the same. One is less formal as to what type of utensils and setting. Cowboy coffee is pretty easy to make. All one needs is a sturdy pot, some good hot coals, water, and some ground coffee. Basicly fill a pan with water and dump coffee grounds into the pan. Set the pan on the hot coals for about 20-25 minutes, take it out. Pour a little cold water over the top to settle the grounds. Skim the surface with the cups to get yer coffee. Easy. Add various things to coffee if you like.

Something that goes good with hardy coffee. Dutch Oliebollen.

Oliebollen

Ingredients

• 1 package active dry yeast


• 1 cup warm milk


• 1/3 cup granulated sugar(sugar in the raw)


• 1/4 cup butter, softened


• 2 large eggs


• 1 teaspoon vanilla


• 1/4 teaspoon salt


• 3 1/4 cups all purpose flour


• 1/2 cup dark raisins


• 1 cup chopped apple


• Canola oil


• Powdered Sugar

In a large bowl, sprinkle yeast over warm milk. Stir in granulated sugar, butter, eggs, vanilla, salt, and two cups of the flour until its all smooth. Stir in raisins and apple and remaining flour until a soft dough is formed. cover and let rise until double in bulk. (about 45 minutes) Heat about 2 inches of oil in a deep skillet to 375f. Stir down dough; drop by tablespoon and fry 3 to 4 minutes, turning once until golden. Drain on paper towels. Sprinkle with powdered sugar. Pig out. Drink lots of strong coffee, eat lots of oliebollen, go raise hell.

Hx/culture lesson. The raisin studded doughnuts are one of the many treats Sinterklaas leaves Dutch children.

Hmmmnnnnn......

Silver is the sky, this reflection of sun bouncing from flat metal. Halo's drift away in the shade, earth cools, and the water tastes good. I have a craving for turkish coffee and a deep film.....

Path

I believe the bicycle just might come in handy sometime in the near future. It beats walking and it beats all of the restrictions that come with having to feed a moving box. Not to mention all of the physical boundaries that extend beyond the box itself. The choice of path opens up, stop and go are redefined, storage is minimal, the mechanics are much simpler, and the fuel source just can't be beat for reliability and supply. The bicycle was a great invention, I like it.

On another note. I have a self prescribed diagnosis of TVADD. Television Attention Defecit Disorder. After too long before that thing I find it hard to remain quiet and cooperate. I begin to attempt interaction with it. This can lead to all sorts of dismay from anyone else sitting in front of it. Because, in general, the stupider it gets the more fun I have jeering at it until ultimately the word bullshit is thrown out there and I walk off in disghust, or the others there get upset and I say bullshit and walk off. Three lard butt sisters seeking the golden egg at the end of a surgeons scalpel. There is nothing really inherantly entertaining about that at all. It's bloody gross for gods sake. Why do so many people watch that crap? There are scores of reasons for why and they all lead to ...... bullshit. Ah, I know, brutal, how could I be so insensitive to the plight of such folk. Obviously they are in need of help and their life is replete with social disadvantages. They speak of depression, loneliness, self-image gone bent, and a whole host of little monsters that I should be empathetic towards. Did it happen in a car accident? Were they the victims of some horrible fire or other catastrophe? Is it of a genetic origin, something they were born with? No. They got there through their own actions. They arrived at that miserable place because of what they did. Is it fair to blame them entirely? No, I wouldn't say that. I'd say that there is a source to their problems that will never be adressed on that tv show. If they were shown that source, educated, and truly assisted in changing their life it might make a difference. Let's see them a couple of months down the line after their psyche has been sliced, diced, and fed as junk food to millions. I am picturing drunken babbling human wreckage. So, in a very human way I do feel for them and hope that they get some real help. Then the thing was flipped to a 'news' channel...... bullsh...


..... many moons ago...... I moved into a new apartment. Generally speaking I've foregone the luggage of furniture in my life. It's been there and it has gone elsewhere without me. The only items in the apartment were two broken televisions that the previous occupants had left there. I had no chairs, couches, tables, ottomans, lazy susans, daybeds, wall units, shelves, beanbags, footstools, lamps, or even a rug. Second hand stores come in handy and I was planning on visiting one. Well.... the people come over that very same night to 'see how I'm doing in my new place'. Shocked at the bare essence of it.. they begin to offer me something I really need. More televisions. Before I ever had one chair I had three more televisions, five total. As gifts to me. I suppose they were providing them as a service to ease me of such a horrible situation. The end result was that I used them to create a chair and a coffeetable and sat down to read a book. Later some of them came over to watch the television they gave me. I simply pointed at the end of my coffee table and pointed to the electrical outlet. I even had some other chairs by then so they could watch it. All in all I ended up with the original two broken tvs that came with the place. I placed them outside on the sidewalk when I moved out and put a sign...$5 / Lot. People have a suspicion of 'free'... add$ and they will steal it.

on another note..... I am not a political blogger type person. There are those who are far more adept at gathering, inspecting, and disseminating the information than I am.... but I find all the hub bub about the conventions very odd indeed. The RNC The DNC I have a tendency to get a bit disruptive when that stuff comes on the tv because it seems so transparent. These are strange times indeed.

MEOS

Edit MEOS. This is the sound my cat made as I was uploading this picture last night, I couldn't think of a title. Other than the 'microsomal-ethanol-oxidizing system', a bypass pathway generally used by the liver to metabolize drugs, I wasn't aware of all the other acronyms floating around out there. Out of curiosity I googled MEOS and tada! what a crazy thing. There's lots of MEOS and very little about the liver. So, the MEOS came from a cat, who has nothing to do with the picture, which has nothing to do with liver. Although, I'm sure my cat likes liver but she doesn't have an alcohol problem. That's good. I'm off

Not science, nor music, nor any other art encompasses the full measure of life's refusal to succumb. The pattern is as deep as the blind growth of cells, as high as the loftiest intillect, and broader than we can see as yet.
Fred Saberhagen............The Berserker Attack

I'm in trouble

Uh oh. I'm in trouble. Seems someone saw the picture I made (refer two posts down to the big gun) and got the idea that I would like to shoot people who I deem 'don't belong'. Just to clarify, I don't want to shoot anyone,I don't even own a gun. It is a sort of satire, ugly irony, on the collective mentality of ignorrance...and they have guns. I was inspired by a story my brother related to me about a guy he works with who proudly stated that he would be voting for dubya because Gore wants to take away his guns. When the guy was queried on where he got this information it turned out that his Dad told him all about how Gore was going to take away the guns if he got into office in November.I found this both humorous and quite disturbing at the same time. In theory, exponentially, that means there are more like him. That's rather creepy if you really sit down and think about it.

Stanislaw Lem/Cowpokes on the Wall

Original wallpaper from the 1950's found in a house being reconstructed. It made me think of the following for some reason. I do not know why.

"We do not know whether it is because the "culture" of the personoids is too unlike the human or whether the experiment has been of too short duration, but, in the population studied, no faith of a form completely dogmatized has ever crystallized--a faith that would correspond to Buddhism, say, or to Christianity. On the other hand, one notes, as early as the eighth generation, the appearance of the notion of a Creator, envisioned personally and monotheistically. The experiment consists in alternately raising the rate of computer transformations to the maximum and slowing it down (once a year, more or less) to make direct monitoring possible. These changes in rate are, as Dobb explains, totally imperceptible to the inhabitants of the computer universum, just as similar transformations would be imperceptible to us, because when at a single blow the whole of existence undergoes a change (here, in the dimension of time), those immersed in it cannot be aware of the change, because they have no fixed point, or frame of reference, by which to determine that it is taking place."

excerpt from 'Non Serviam' by Stanislaw Lem

I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like.

I create these images for my own amusement. Be you end up here by accident and want to take them with you when you go, by all means copy and redistribute as much as you want. Wouldn't mind if my name is attached to it somehow. thanks.

Idle hands

Complacency is the Devils horse. Rest is different from sloth. Obsession is a flood of interest. The hills don't have eyes, it's the people that live there who are looking at you.

Cars and Cows

Listening to Cru-T Timez Change, made a picture.

Freeway Blogger

Just added Freeway Blogger. That's pretty neat. I'd like to put up nonsensical signs though. Ones that have no real statement to make just general stupidity. "One foot, two foot, three foot, duck","Where did that monkey go?", etc... just basic dumb stuff. If they are driving fast enough maybe it would hit subliminally and they would wonder why they are walking around staring at their feet ducking in doorways and hiding from the monkey. Who knows. If thousands are reading it then surely someone will figure it out. That's kind of like the whole thing with the billboards that read "We need to talk, GOD". I wanted to put some up on behalf of dastardly ol' Satan just for kicks. "Your Mother, SATAN". Y'know. Now, I'm not into that, it's just that it seems like fun. Maybe it's an innate ability to laugh at myself as well as others. I don't know. Buncha monkey's on a rock hurtling through space.

Void

There is nothing here save the void, the void saves the nothing.

Water

Ten second increments of reason bounded each side by 12 seconds of insanity. The move creates a swirl creates a void and I am left travelling for water.

Special Guest

Special guest appearance from a dude wearing a Dr. Dre shirt. So, did you get those two cd's?

CD's

deeeeeeeeeeeez nuuuuuuutzzzzzzzzz!

Radio Clicker

Recent Radio Trips and A Personal Psychodellik Vision of Breakfast. Sometimes things are just plain strange in the morning.

Good Psy

Psychedelik Many an evening have I sat about getting my head opened like a can opener by the radio stream these guys provide. As it stands, as with many a venture into the world wide web broadcasting, they could use a little help. If you dig the psy check out their Psychedelik Radio . If you got Winamp, you'll need to associate the .pls file. If you don't got Winamp you should go get it

Surreal

The good greasy monkey leaves a dish beside the road for wayward orange pickers. A soft harp builds a train and the reverand dances behind silk curtains damning peanuts and creamed corn. On the hill a man with a big head and hat can't remember why he's there. The interstate in the distance hums a background. It's summer out there, and it's weird.

Hush

She slapped the butter down on the table and shuffled away. Over by the window the head of lettuce sits and noon shifts shadows from the southern sun. Ten apples on a tree pray for rain. "Ten people in that room... ten and one wish..." She is drawling. I am wishing, another bagel, a plantation in Jamaica, brain bubbles riding radio waves to tiny soft spaces. There is no more pudding, only air from a voice. I am listening.

Drunk

I am upset ove this fox. The poor thing has beguun to look to me as protector dmntit ll to ell. fugers.

Rabies, got it

Rabies. I've heard of it, seen enough drama over the disease. Now I face the possibility of actually having aquired it. This is no joke. I have been bitten by a wild baby fox. Come Monday I suppose I will start a regimen of rabies shots. There is something awry with the whole picture. Let's begin with the fact that the county does not have an animal control officer who works on the weekend. The short story is that they told me I am responsible for keeping this animal alive until Monday when the Veterinarian will only charge me 50 bucks to kill it, cut it's head off, then ship it's brain to a lab to find out if it has rabies or not. There is another veterinarian who qouted me a price of 250 bucks if I wanted to find out today. WTF. So, I have a wild baby fox in a cage that I'm supposed to keep alive until Monday just so they can kill it. Rabies is fatal. Two doctors in the ER made sure that I knew this and that it is of utmost importance that I begin the regimen as soon as possible as well as find out if the fox has it or not. The total cost of a rabies regimen upwards of 1,000 bucks. WTF. The whole matter is fishy.
I was under the impression that there was funding in the govt. for this sort of thing. What if I say screw it and let the fox go? What then? How do they know if it has rabies or not? Isn't this a matter of record for the CDC? WTF. I have been saying that all day. The end result is that the baby fox is dying in the cage because it wasn't even weened yet. The mother showed up late this evening and she's out there crying. Supposedly I can be held lible now if I let this little fox go, for releasing an animal that was possibly infected. This has been a very surreal day. Ironicly, I was offered a job in the ER to top everything off. I don't believe I want to work in a county where these types of things go on. I'm sorry but , no.

Ratguy

Digging through an old pile of sketchbooks I kept while I was on the road in various places, I found this guy. I need to do something with this I think.

Summer

School is officially over for the summer. Now I have a month off with nothing that I've procrastinated out of yet. Always a good feeling.

Big Bad Ronald

No Big Kids in the Playground. . That officially bites.

Stitches

My son is a budding artist. Recently he gave this drawing to me. Presently he's got a whole series of characters that he's worked out. Even if he wasn't my son I'd dig what he's doing and would probably buy a pulp release from him. I'm going to try and convince him to let me share a few of his characters. Creativity is definately encouraged.

Man In Black

Johnny Cash was a part of my life growing up. I remember my dad had an old album that Johnny made just for kids. All kinds of weird songs on that one. I'm still trying to find a copy. Anyway, I was listening to this song today and it gives me chills, So I thought I'd post it.

Took it from: http://www.toptown.com/hp/66/jclyrics.htm

Man In Black
By: John R. Cash, © 1971 House of Cash, Inc.
Recorded February 16, 1971
Number 3 - Country Charts; Number 58 - Pop Charts


Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

Alice Duke

Just added a few art links. I particularly like the work of Alice Duke, a student in the north of England.

First Aid

There used to be an ad in the back of Thrasher magazine, many moons ago, said: If you skate while you drunk, you think you got it made, but boy you better bring along that old first aid.

Bats

He did bite bats. Disghusting bastard.

Calvin

Just a simple observation. Around here the same guy that's peeing on Chevy and Ford logos, flippin me off occassionally, and sometimes mooning me has now begun to appear kneeling in front of a cross. I am wondering.... In which order did this happen or does he do this every week. I know the rest seem to repeat these actions weekly.

Cernunnos Bock

Awright, here's the deal. I went out to bowsers grave today. He' next to the tree of Cernunnos. I got drunk on Ziegen Bock and after dancing around and grunting out in the woods for awhile, I came in and started dancing and grunting through a keyboard.

Yeti 1

The yeti down there won't leave. Time and again I have made vain attempts to convince those close to me that I am not a sick demented sasquatch imprisoner. "He just moved in. What am I supposed to do? How do you tell a Yeti to get out of your house? I can't get rid of him like I do you guys.... y'know... boy sure is gettin' late, oh hell I have to study, I have to take a shower...." Indeed I have tried these tactics but it all boils down to lacking the proper communication skills. I did it anyway. It's my fault. I'm studying and I take a brownie donut and coffee break, I went down there, stretch my legs. If you are eating a brownie donut and are confronted with an anthropological anomaly, real, hairy, big, and just as freaked out by you as you are by him.... by all means, give him a donut. Do not give him coffee. The donut was for all intensive purpouses not very popular or readily available during his heyday, neither was coffee. Remember this, donuts have inspired little old men to sit on little stools next to little counter tops in little houses colored with pink and orange. Coffee has inspired revolutions, been condemned and blessed by the Vatican, created a whole generation of black turtle neck renegades, and enslaved entire nations. You don't want to fuck around with coffee and Yeti's man. Having said that, I gave him coffee too. I've had to cut him down on that stuff. As anyone facing the manic deluge of ideas brought on by a coffee and donut kick sooner or later it must be heard. Tell the world, I have a plan. I listen patiently as he paces back and forth and occasionally pronounce an affirmative " Ah Ha!" and hold my finger up in a thoughtful pose. Now we have repoir. I have no idea what the plan is, it must be good. Because he does the same thing. Perhaps it's something to do with farming or turning rocks into pointy things, maybe he's come across some cosmic algorithm that no one will ever be able to understand except him ( yet another side effect of glorious coffee). I imagine myself having a movie, books, speaking engagements, bodies of students poring over my works in dank and dusty archive files, like Jane Goodall , only different. The missing link and I clinking tea cups in ivory towers. I've shared this vision with those close to me, that's why they think I won't let him go. No, the Yeti down there won't leave. So , in the meantime, until he chooses to go his merry way, I'm going to keep giving him donuts and coffee. He likes them.

Big Gates Show

Rather amusing I think: I named the circus in Roller Coaster Tycoon , The Big Gates Show, it says the Big Gates Show has broken down.... and that has nothing to do with this picture...... or politics.

Summary Prepared

Nada

It has nothing to do with politics or governement.

Clock

Time has it's minions and I have but a whimsical plan.

Box

Adress the man in front. The man in front has the box. The box has the man in front.

New Media Blues

Nothing is real, everything is real.
My mind is made up
of tethers of inconsistent material.
I am bound by constant change of face
in what wakes me in the morning
Trauma sells
Weakness fuels
Truth took a bus
out of town
I read too much
I read too little
I don't read the right things
I have data, but no instructions
Somewhere a great orchestrator is saving
the last dance
Somewhere the great construct
Has fallen
I am left with wandering head
amicable intentions
floating on the meniscus of perception
Where did we go?

I don't know what all this means really. I've just been surfing around reading news articles and clips and snippets of opinions. Makes my damn head spin.

Mist Mix

Just a quick note. Mist posted a new mix and I have to say I admire anyone who throws in a little Pantera just for good measure. Good stuff. You can get it, along with some of Dylan and Klaptons stuff, Here
at the Mistical Productions site. Looks like they're movin' on up.

Fine Monday

7 and 8 have arrived. Monday. FTR Prof. Swann's class is the best one I have this semester.

Halt for 7 and 8

Sunday BluesEvery weekend I stay up until the next day. Sunday comes, Monday is next. I hate 8. It means 7. 7 is unatural to me. Clock rolls by. 7 and 8 are waiting. I can't blow off my classes. Attendance policy? It's a higher education for god's sake. Unfortunately I think it has much to do with capital and state funding. Probably some record somewhere proving that we actually sit in the classrooms. 2 of the classes tomorrow are by the book loosely translating into "what am I doing sitting here when I could have slept till noon and read the book anyway?". Seriously. It's a waste of my time to have a bona fide educator who's getting paid just fine to hold story time at 8 in the morning. What a drag. Oh well.

Plans

Relative fish. Nothing gains momentum until it does. The Sasquatch lives in my basement. People who sit by fires and catch their shoes aflame. The machine is too loud. Freeware is relative to hassle. Soft spoken priests and cacaphonous clowns dancing in the fountains of Avalon. Just a minute, I've got another call. Wan' Get high and go to the Cosmic Cafe, it's Friday. Circus music and dancing widgets. ........ A promise to myself to do something about this ever building list of anecdotes covering the past month or so of my life. I believe that the cosmos have granted me the life of an odd number.

Balloons

INFECTED MUSHROOM

I can't sleep. Infected Mushroom, Initialization String, DJ Nobody the 21st.




Infected Mushroom Two of the most talented musicians in the world.

Initialization String Anyone interested in some seriously good music should check out Initialization string. Especially check out some of their new stuff.

DJ Nobody DJ Nobody will smack you (in a good way).