Saturday, 05/28/2016

drivin' down the road I get a feeling


Open for business!

ntodd

May 28, 11:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

a thousand hands held high to heaven

I wrote this for fun when drunk:

idle now
I pass the time of day
with mountain friends

see those sheep and cattle on the hillside,
who could sort the smart from stupid?

I’ve taken to tending plants and willows
dreading visitors
tell them I’m drunk this morning

Xin Qiji.

ntodd

May 28, 10:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 05/27/2016

Working on a space sex farm


Dedicated to America's Most Imaginative Congressman.

ntodd

May 27, 11:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tread lightly--thou art ashes

My Last Dance:

The shell of objects inwardly consumed
Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes;
Such sense hath Fire to waste the heart of things,
Nature, such love to hold the form she makes.
 
Thus, wasted joys will show their early bloom,
Yet crumble at the breath of a caress;
The golden fruitage hides the scathèd bough,
Snatch it, thou scatterest wide its emptiness.

Julia Ward Howe.

ntodd

May 27, 11:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth

What an eccentric performance:

Since rabbits and hares were signs of cowardice, innocence, helplessness, and passive but willing sexuality (lots of medieval sexual imagery involves wolves jumping on rabbits), the idea of them getting their revenge amused medieval artists as much as it amuses me. All told, they are pretty helpless animals whose only hope of survival is to breed fast and run away, a trait that wasn’t particularly successful in the Medieval era – a significant proportion of the French economy was based on eating and skinning rabbits.

The image of the rabbit’s revenge transcends just the illuminated manuscript – the misericord seats in Manchester Cathedral are supported by a 15th century carving of a hunter being spitroasted by rabbits while his dogs are boiled in the pot.

In medieval manuscripts the image of the rabbit’s revenge is often used to show the cowardice or stupidity of the person illustrated. We see this in the Middle English nickname Stickhare, a name for cowards, and if the we take a look at the Poke list, we’ll see a lot of tough hunters cowering in the face of rabbits with big sticks.

Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it?

ntodd

May 27, 10:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

there's a class of persons, led astray

Ladies and gentlemen, the next president of the United States of America!

You have to be wealthy in order to be great, I'm sorry to say.

It's like he's beyond satire, even by Horace.

ntodd

May 27, 10:05 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Fridayclockwindingblogging


I missed clockwinding yesterday, and I feel like this bird was there judging me.


Didn't seem in a hurry to leave.


Have a nice day!

ntodd

May 27, 9:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Judgers: Still Judging

Via a FB friend, the latest in parental photographic guiltGoing with my Gut: why I post pictures of my kids online.

It's a different epoch. People who don't like it can really get into a time machine and join Trump in the past.

ntodd

May 27, 8:44 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thursday, 05/26/2016

#throwbackthursday


Hard to tell if this is a throwback since Sadie has head wounds today similar to those on 5/20/2015.

ntodd

May 26, 8:51 AM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Wednesday, 05/25/2016

Murray Head Superstar


Chess superstar.

ntodd

May 25, 11:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Ralph Waldo Superstar

Okay, perhaps I'm taking the Superstar thing too far:

As the bird trims her to the gale,
I trim myself to the storm of time,
I man the rudder, reef the sail,
Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:
“Lowly faithful, banish fear,
Right onward drive unharmed;
The port, well worth the cruise, is near,
And every wave is charmed.”

Emerson.

ntodd

May 25, 10:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

BDS Superstar

Speaking of Judea or Palestine or Israel or whatever:

Tom Friedman Unit starts his column with this:

Israel has recently been under intense criticism on the world stage. Some of it, like the “boycott, divestment, sanctions” (B.D.S.) campaign, is a campus movement to destroy Israel masquerading as a political critique.

I don't think that Friedman's opinion is all that important, but his characterization of the BDS movement is relatively widely held, at least in some circles. So what is the actual evidence that BDS is a campaign to "destroy Israel" as opposed to a campaign to criticize the country and to ultimately force it to adopt different policies?

It is indeed a disgracefully typical frame, which sadly one major party candidate adopted (hint: not the one I voted for).  There is no evidence, merely rhetoric designed to undermine the movement to save Israel from itself whilst securing justice for Palestine.

ntodd

May 25, 9:37 PM in Viva Palestina | Permalink | Comments (0)

Ammon Bundy Superstar


Hello, Dad...I'm in jail.  Right next to your cell.  See you at walk time.

ntodd

May 25, 8:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Ryan Bundy Superstar

Even Jesus Christ Himself never had to deal with such tyranny:

In their complaint (which is different from daddy Cliven Bundy’s lawsuit, which you can read about here), Ammon and Ryan Bundy share that jail is SO the pits. Did you know that, at the Multnomah County Detention Center (MCDC) where they’re being held, they have to stay in single cells, and only get to walk around freely during quote-unquote “walk time,” which the jailers schedule, as if they are in jail? 

Ryan Bundy would like to complain some, please:

All of my First Amendment rights are being violated. My right to freedom of religion is being violated. I cannot participate in religious activities and temple covenants, and wear religious garments. […] My right to freedom of speech is being hampered by monitoring and recording. My right to freedom of assembly is being violated; I am not allowed to see my brother and move about. Yesterday, I attempted to discuss these issues with the U.S. Marshals, and they said that these were simply the jail rules. […] My Second Amendment rights are being violated. I never waived that right.

That’s right, he’s pissed off he can’t have his fucking guns. IN JAIL. And they won’t even let him sit around with his bro and make plans to fight government tyranny, unfair! He also says his right to “freedom from search and seizure” is being violated, in jail, and that he still has his right to life, but the feds shot at him during the standoff that left him in this unfortunate predicament (IN JAIL), so that right has at least been abridged.

Also, the snacks are terrible.  But as Jesus sermonized on the Mount: if you can't do the time, don't do the crime based on your imaginary reading of the Constitution.

ntodd

May 25, 7:44 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (2)

JFK Superstar


Could Muhammad land at Hadley Rille, or was that just PR?

ntodd

May 25, 6:11 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

Bernie Sanders Superstar

Because I'm on a JCS kick for some reason, here's a little ditty about Howie Dean from a few lifetimes ago...

ntodd

May 25, 10:03 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 05/24/2016

Heaven On Their Minds


I remember when this whole thing began...

ntodd

May 24, 11:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

an evolution of one’s living quarters into a thought

Constancy:

To die, to abandon a family, to go away for good,
to change hemispheres, to let new ovals
be painted into the square—the more
volubly will the gray cell insist
on its actual measurements, demanding
daily sacrifice from the new locale,
from the furniture, from the silhouette in a yellow
dress; in the end—from your very self.
A spider revels in shading especially the fifth corner.
Evolution is not a species’
adjustment to a new environment but one’s memories’
triumph over reality, the ichthyosaurus pining
for the amoeba, the slack vertebrae of a train
thundering in the darkness, past
the mussel shells, tightly shut for the night, with their
spineless, soggy, pearl-shrouding contents.

Joseph Brodsky.

ntodd

May 24, 9:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Monday, 05/23/2016

man's clouded sun shall brightly rise


Snappy tune, though not originally from Godspell.

ntodd

May 23, 11:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

And my friend Muhammad here feels exactly the same.

I Wouldn’t Want to Be Jesus:

Oh, I wouldn’t mind doing a miracle or two.
And as Jesus I’d have no problem with the cool sayings—
hey, if I knew the people following me around
were memorizing everything I said,
and that I’d still be getting quoted 2000 years later,
I could come up with some real zingers.
Just substitute Republicans for Pharisees, I’d be halfway home.

Jack McCarthy.

ntodd

May 23, 10:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

One Small Step

The Hindu:

Taking baby steps towards developing a reusable launch vehicle capable of sending spacecraft into orbit and returning to the earth’s surface, the Indian Space Research Organisation on Monday successfully tested the country’s first winged-body aerospace vehicle.

The technology, when developed completely, would launch spacecraft, including satellites, into space and re-enter the earth’s atmosphere withstanding extreme pressure and heat conditions and land in an intended spot, helping to cut costs on launch vehicles substantially.

“We had three objectives for Monday’s launch: To test the characterisation of the aero-thermo dynamics of hypersonic flights; to test the autonomous mission management of hypersonic vehicles; and to test the necessary re-entry technology for the vehicles,” K. Sivan, Director of the Thiruvananthapuram-based Vikram Sarabhai Space Centre, said.

A booster rocket, carrying a winged-body aerospace vehicle (RLV-TD), took off from the spaceport at Sriharikota, some 100 km from Chennai, at 7 a.m. It climbed for about 90 seconds before its burnout. Coasting to an altitude of 56 km, where it was separated from the booster, RLV-TD inclined further to 65 km, an ISRO release said. From an altitude of 65 km, the vehicle made a re-entry into the earth’s atmosphere at Mach 5 (five times the speed of sound) and steered by its navigation, guidance and control system for safe descent, it glided down to the defined landing spot in the Bay of Bengal, 450 km from Sriharikota.

The total flight duration was about 12.8 minutes.

Dunno if I'd really call it baby steps.  Saw a commenter yesterday on a video about Apollo 10 questioning why they didn't just land then when the LM was so close to the surface.  Because you test the shit out of this stuff, even the little things.  Testing is good.  Every step is big.

ntodd

May 23, 9:10 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

PUMAs?

Never heard of 'em:

[A]t this point in 2008, there were fewer “grown ups” in the Hillary camp than in the Sanders camp today:

One of the revealing nuggets of information from the recent NYT/CBS poll was that 72% of Bernie supporters say they plan to vote for Clinton against Trump. That compares to 60% of Hillary supporters who said the same thing about Obama in the same poll eight years ago. As we know, virtually all of Hillary’s supporters went on to vote for Obama. […]

But it's a much more fun narrative to suggest Bros, Busters, et al, make up Bernie's support, and are way worse than anybody who posted shit online in '08.

ntodd

May 23, 7:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 05/22/2016

this same flower that smiles to-day


Python couldn't have done it better.

ntodd

May 22, 10:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I'm one that will cause people to scratch their heads in wonderment

Like a Universe:

if they only knew
what great jokes God has played on humanity
yes, he's placed me in the midst of them
for vague purpose of vague and
yet so great that I don't know where
it is myself
I don't know where this purpose lies
hidden
what is there?
a soft fire that is burning within me
to let me know
yes, it's there
and my mind searches for it
and my heart searches for it
And I look and I think,
yes, here it is
then it's gone
it's like a mist
then it's like a sunset
it's like a sunrise
it's like a universe

Sun Ra.

ntodd

May 22, 10:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

We Is Go To Crash Where No-one Had Crashed Before, Charlie


Paving the way for Neil to crash the simulator.

ntodd

May 22, 8:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Patent Of Lincoln

Today's GOP is patently ridiculous, but their first president held a reasonable patent.

ntodd

May 22, 7:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)