drivin' down the road I get a feeling
a thousand hands held high to heaven
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
tell them I’m drunk this morning
Working on a space sex farm
Tread lightly--thou art ashes
The shell of objects inwardly consumedWill 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.
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?
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.
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!
Judgers: Still Judging
Via a FB friend, the latest in parental photographic guilt: Going 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.
Hard to tell if this is a throwback since Sadie has head wounds today similar to those on 5/20/2015.
Murray Head Superstar
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.”
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.
Ammon Bundy Superstar
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.
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...
Heaven On Their Minds
an evolution of one’s living quarters into a thought
To die, to abandon a family, to go away for good,to change hemispheres, to let new ovalsbe painted into the square—the morevolubly will the gray cell insiston its actual measurements, demandingdaily sacrifice from the new locale,from the furniture, from the silhouette in a yellowdress; 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 piningfor the amoeba, the slack vertebrae of a trainthundering in the darkness, pastthe mussel shells, tightly shut for the night, with theirspineless, soggy, pearl-shrouding contents.
man's clouded sun shall brightly rise
And my friend Muhammad here feels exactly the same.
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.
One Small Step
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.
[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.
this same flower that smiles to-day
I'm one that will cause people to scratch their heads in wonderment
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
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
We Is Go To Crash Where No-one Had Crashed Before, Charlie
The Patent Of Lincoln
Today's GOP is patently ridiculous, but their first president held a reasonable patent.