Sunday, 04/23/2017


The very first.


April 23, 11:44 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)



Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.

So should my papers (yellowed with their age)
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage,
And stretched metre of an antique song.

But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice in it, and in my rhyme.

Wm Shakespeare.


April 23, 11:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)


Jog on!


April 23, 10:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The First 534 Days

I'll bet Astronaut Whitson wishes she could stay up there until 2020:

President Donald Trump, his daughter, Ivanka, and NASA astronaut Kate Rubins will call NASA astronaut Peggy Whitson from the Oval Office on Monday to congratulate Whitson on her record-breaking stay on the International Space Station.

NASA says Whitson on Monday will officially set the US record for most cumulative days in space, surpassing astronaut Jeff Williams' record of 534 days.
Whitson arrived at the space station for her current stint on November 19, 2016, and is due to return to Earth in September.
Whitson also is the first woman to command the space station; she has commanded it twice. Her first stint as commander was in April 2008 and she's commanding the current crew.
She also holds the record for most spacewalks by a female astronaut. Whitson took her eighth spacewalk in March.
Whitson's 20-minute call with President Trump will air live on NASA Television and will be streamed on the agency's website and Facebook page at 10 a.m. ET.

At least Trump hasn't killed everything that is good at NASA yet, like Nixon did...


April 23, 9:55 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Amity Island Welcomes You

Help!! Shark!

“Jaws” was actually one of the first books I read that I then saw as a movie, and I remember sitting in the theater, all of 12, confused by the disparities. In Peter Benchley’s book, marine biologist Matt Hooper is a Robert Redford type, tall, blond and handsome, who has an affair with Chief Brody’s wife, and who gets his in the end in the shark cage; yet in Steven Spielberg’s movie he’s short, bearded and Jewish, nothing happens with the Mrs., and in the end he pops up after the shark is blown to bits. “They got it wrong!” I remember thinking. Yeah: They made it better.

Yeah, Spielberg took a very short passage at the end of Benchley's book and made it longer and more dramatic.  But did we need Quint's nails on the chalkboard?

Anyway, movies are a different medium, as I always say.  I never expect film to match up perfectly with the book.  Because that would be fatuous.


April 23, 9:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Fucking Gummints, How Do They Work?

Don't ask the Lord Dampnut's Gang That Couldn't Shoot At All, Let Alone Straight.


April 23, 8:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 04/21/2017

Sweet song of salvation

Don't cry, he is coming.


April 21, 11:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

O'er azure of the vaulted sky

The Violet:

Hail army of immortals hail!
Oh Might I neath your banners march!
Though faint my lustre faint & pale
Scarce seen amid the glorious arch

Yet joy deep joy would fill my heart
Nature unveil thy awful face
To me a poets pow'r impart
Thoug[h] humble be my destined place

Charlotte Brontë.


April 21, 10:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I hold the line

We will live...


April 21, 9:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.

As I'm currently engaged in the exercise of culling books, I can say without a doubt I am generally afflicted with tsundoku.  Which is not a bad thing, far as I'm concerned.


April 21, 8:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Things Moved Slowly Back When America Was Great

The Second Congress convened in May of '75, and the folks from Mass got right down to it:

Mr. [John] Hancock produced and laid before the Congress a Letter from the provincial Congress of Massachusetts bay, together with certain resolutions formed by Sd. Congress, and a Copy of a letter, sent by Sd. Congress to their agent in England, and an address to the inhabitants of Gt.-Bn, on the late engagement between the troops under Genl. Gage, and the inhabitants of Massachusetts bay; on Wednesday 18 ult: also a number of depositions, duly attested, relative to the commencement of hostilities, all which were read...

North Carolina delegate Richard Caswell wrote his son, William:

Scarce any thing But Warlike Musick is to be heard in the Streets, there are Several Com- panies of Quakers only, and many of them beside enrolled in Other Companies promiscuously. Tis sayed they will in a few days have 3000 Men under Arms ready to defend their Liberties. They are raising Men in New York & all the Northern Governments, the Yorkers I am told by their Delegates are determined to Defend their Liberties & since the Action between the Kings Troops & the Provincials scarcely a Tory is to be found amongst them. I herewith inclose you a paper in which is a List of the Killed & Wounded of the Kings Troops, But 'tis said this is not Genuine, a Much greater Number being Actually Killed. On the side of the Bostonians 37 were Killed outright 4 are Missing & I forget The Number of Wounded I think thirty odd.

Can you believe it took Congress more than another year to declare independence?  If only Lord Dampnut had been there, he woulda negotiated a great deal, the best deal...


April 21, 7:09 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thursday, 04/20/2017

Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom

Boom boom acka-lacka boom boom.


April 20, 11:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other.

The Colossus:

In their old anarchy to the horizon-line.
It would take more than a lightning-stroke
To create such a ruin.
Nights, I squat in the cornucopia
Of your left ear, out of the wind,
Counting the red stars and those of plum-color.
The sun rises under the pillar of your tongue.
My hours are married to shadow.
No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel
On the blank stones of the landing.

Sylvia Plath.


April 20, 10:44 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Not Unlike Lord Dampnut's Easter Egg Roll

Too soon?


April 20, 9:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Death by Turing Machine

Indeed, this BoingBoing post about PowerPoint's being Turing Complete made me think of some old posts of mine about PowerPoint and Turing.  Because bloggers like me can almost pass the Turing Test.


April 20, 8:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)


Apropos of Sam's writing assignment the other day: "I want to be a 'pantologist' like Dr Scott."


April 20, 7:16 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Every AG is a piece of the continent

No judge is an island.


April 20, 5:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

An Island In The Pacific

Indeed, Hawaii also shouldn't be allowed to breed presidents.  And judges from the Coastal Elite States?  Also cannot rule on things.  Only people from the True Heart of America, like Oklahoma, can do shit like that.  As the Framers intended.


April 20, 4:37 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (1)

Wednesday, 04/19/2017

wood sieved by the shipworm

You rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun...


April 19, 11:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner:

He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.

He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge.


April 19, 10:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

He's outside looking in

We'll drink a toast to the little man who sells you thrills along the pier...


April 19, 9:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Hardly a man is now alive who remembers that famous day and bike ride...

Albert Hoffman chats with Timothy Leary about the first ever LSD trip on April 19, 1943:

AH: That house is where we lived at the time. I never thought I would get home that day. My assistant who had ridden with me at my request asked permission to leave. I told her fine, but in fact I was in a panic. My wife and children were away. It was just me. I barely managed to crawl to my bed.

TL: It was the first bad trip, too. There was no precedent. You must have thought you'd poisoned yourself.

Albert: But in the end it was good. In the morning it was fantastic.

When I was canoeing in the Allagash back in '85, my sternsman and I decided to name our boat The Physcadelic [sic] Cow.  I'll never forgive my sternsman for spelling it wrong, but my penmanship has always sucked so he necessarily had to be in charge.  Still, it was a fun trip.


April 19, 8:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

When that shot was fired, the standard of royalty went down forever upon this continent

Mass Gov Frederic Greenhalge, proclaiming the first Patriots’ Day in 1894,

This is a day rich with historical and significant events which are precious in the eyes of patriots. It may well be called Patriots' Day. On this day, in 1775, at Lexington and Concord, was begun the great war of the Eevolution ; on this day, in 1783, just eight years afterwards, the cessation of war and the triumph of independence were formally proclaimed ; and on this day, in 1861, the first blood was shed in the war for the Union.

Thus the day is grand with the memories of the mighty struggles which in one instance brought liberty and in the other union to the country. It is fitting, therefore, that the day should be celebrated as the anniversary of the birth of liberty and union. Let this day be dedicated to solemn, reli- gious, and patriotic services, which may adequately express our deep sense of the trials and tribulations of the patriots of the earlier and of the latter days, and also especially our gratitude to Almighty God, who crowned the heroic struggles of the founders and preservers of our country with victory and peace.

And future historians will revel in the developments of this day in 2017: our liberation from Bill O'Reilly, and modern New England Patriots refuse to pay obeisance to royalty.


April 19, 7:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)


The Museum:

I was with my mom and dad and we were going to a museum.  I was 4 it was in 2014 it was in the day then we still were not there.  It felt like hours. [ed. note: it did, in fact, take hours] But still not there yet.  

I was looking out the window.  It was fun.  It was butiful [sic].  I did not sleep.  Then we got some food then we were close.  Then it was very close.  I could not wait.  

Then we got more food. [ed. note: we like food] Before we were there.

We got to New York. [ed. note: in reality, it was southern VT]  Then we were at the museum.  Then I got to see the t-rex skeleton.  

Then we got a book about Sue.  I was very happy.  Sue was the biggest t-rex ever.  [ed. note: close enough for gummint work]

Samuel Pritsky.


April 19, 4:52 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)


The Chinese media is funny, but I'd submit Lord Dampnut's Armada is an example of Heisenberg's principle, not Schroedinger's.  Regardless, whether it be through incompetence or 0-dimensional chess, the Administration has truly undermined any of its credibility and toughness, as other observers have noted.  MAGA!


April 19, 3:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 04/18/2017

All through my city, all through my home

How I feel after dealing with governance at large on the state and local levels today.


April 18, 11:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

there are thousands of ways to escape

A Message from the Wanderer:

[F]reedom always came nibbling my thought,
just as—often, in light, on the open hills—
you can pass an antelope and not know
and look back, and then—even before you see—
there is something wrong about the grass.
And then you see.
That’s the way everything in the world is waiting.
Now—these few more words, and then I’m
gone: Tell everyone just to remember
their names, and remind others, later, when we
find each other. Tell the little ones
to cry and then go to sleep, curled up
where they can. And if any of us get lost,
if any of us cannot come all the way—
remember: there will come a time when
all we have said and all we have hoped
will be all right.
There will be that form in the grass.

William E. Stafford.


April 18, 10:47 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Don't Know Much About Korea

Lord Dampnut is unclear about who's in charge over there, or in which direction to head.


April 18, 9:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 04/16/2017

You shithead! I'm glad I tortured you.

He repo'd your sins.


April 16, 11:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)