Saturday, 08/27/2016

Blogging Is Currently Just A Bunch Of Sign-offs

Sometimes you really need a little deus ex machina.


August 27, 11:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Better dismissed as useless than flattered as a "Great Man".

Be not defeated by the rain...

Nor let the wind prove your better.
Succumb not to the snows of winter. Nor be bested by the heat of summer.

Be strong in body. Unfettered by desire. Not enticed to anger. Cultivate a quiet joy.
Count yourself last in everything. Put others before you.
Watch well and listen closely. Hold the learned lessons dear.

A thatch-roof house, in a meadow, nestled in a pine grove's shade.

A handful of rice, some miso, and a few vegetables to suffice for the day.

Kenji Miyazawa.


August 27, 10:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 08/26/2016

He rises and begins to round

He drops the silver chain of sound...


August 26, 11:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Carpe Diem, Man

Dirge in Woods:

A wind sways the pines,
         And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
         And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
         Even we,
         Even so.

George Meredith.


August 26, 10:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thursday, 08/25/2016

Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh.

I'm pretty sure Christ had a wicked sense of humor.


August 25, 11:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

if no one paid him heed

Coming to That:

“If it comes to that,” he said, “there’ll be no
preventing it.”
He uttered it as I listened. Had I got it right,
hearing him?
“If it comes to that,” is what he said, and,
as if talking
to himself, went on about how there’d be no
preventing it.
He came to that conclusion, saying it in a
slow way of
coming to that, whatever that was it might
come to before
not being prevented—and as if such a thing
were for him
the unthinkable, and would prevail, if it
came to that.

Dorothea Tanning.


August 25, 10:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 08/23/2016

Never, Ever Cross The Moor

Picking up on last night's theme.


August 23, 11:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

my lot is the night stars that inspire the mind

Revolt Against The Sun:

She stood before the sun, screaming:
'Sun! You are like my rebellious heart
Whose youth swept life away
And whose ever-renewed light
Gave the stars to drink.
Careful! Do not let a bewildered sadness
Or a sighing tear in my eyes deceive you.
For sadness is the form of my revolt and my resistance
Beneath the night—divinity be my witness! '

Nazik Al-Malaika.


August 23, 11:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

In The Beginning, G-d Created D-sco

When the theme's gone and you can't go on...


August 23, 11:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Earthrise Pictures In Color

The first earthrise, 50 years ago:

[O]n 23 August 1966, Lunar Orbiter 1 snapped the first photo of Earth as seen from lunar orbit (Larger view). While a remarkable image at the time, the full resolution of the image was never retrieved from the data stored from the mission. In 2008, this earthrise image was restored by the Lunar Orbiter Image Recovery Project at NASA Ames Research Center. We obtained the original data tapes from the mission (the last surviving set) and restored original FR-900 tape drives to operational condition using both 60s era parts and modern electronics. 

Okay, I lied about the theme being done...


August 23, 10:37 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer To Not Keep From Singing

Okay, this theme is done.


August 23, 10:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Revolutions Involve A Good Deal Of Drinking In Ancient Taverns

Okay, so I do actually like singing and whatnot during protests against regimes.  And I miss those heady days of Baltic resistance against the Evil Empire (ignore my error of geography, please).

So a Singing Revolution?  Yeah, I think it's pretty cool, and not just because of Prince...


August 23, 9:10 PM in Pax Americana | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Revolutions To Involve No Dancing Or Singing

Hands Across the Baltics...


August 23, 8:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Public Servants To Be Unresponsive To Constituents

FTR, I have often had the same level of access to my Senators, Representatives, and President, as nefarious people have had to the Corrupt Clinton Machine.  


August 23, 7:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Revolutions Be Completely Opaque And Unaccountable To The People

I think there is a potential upside to organizations like a Wikileaks to keep power structures in check.  Sadly, I don't think Wikileaks is that organization, in large part because its leader is pretty much an anarchist version of Trump who assumes a mantle of moral authority whilst punching down.


August 23, 6:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Monday, 08/22/2016

He Lived Alone In A House Of Logs

Yup, this is pretty much like life out here.


August 22, 11:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Ain't Complainin'


The ladies men admire, I’ve heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
Their candle gives a single light;
They’d rather stay at home at night.
They do not keep awake till three,
Nor read erotic poetry.
They never sanction the impure,
Nor recognize an overture.
They shrink from powders and from paints ...
So far, I’ve had no complaints.

Dorothy Parker.


August 22, 11:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Let us to't pell-mell

If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.


August 22, 9:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Feel Very Moved Every Morning

And with a new round of norovirus, I've been moved even more often:

The bulk of media attention this weekend was devoted Donald Trump's continued efforts to assure minority Americans he is deserving of their support, despite all that stuff he said, and did, and predicated his entire campaign around, and despite his unwillingness to visit with actual non-white voters in order to plead his case. Fear not, though, his new advisers are truly, truly moved by his inclusiveness. Kellyanne Conway:

I live in a white community. I'm white. I was very moved by his comment.

And if that's not a perfect little capsule of the Donald Trump campaign, I'm not sure one can be found.

No word from the house full of white people who live in that house on the right just as you come into our very white town with the Trump sign in their yard (kitty corner to the one with the Treason In Defense Of Slavery Flag) about how moved they were.  Regardless, the White Voter Outreach continues apace...


August 22, 9:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Nat Turner Was A Second Amendment Hero

You know, because his rebellion was suppressed by armed whites, the way our Founders intended.


August 22, 8:10 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution, RKBA | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 08/21/2016

Memo To Donald Trump

August 21, years before Benedict Arnold:

The committee to whom part of the report from the Committee on Spies was re-committed, having brought in a report, the same was taken into consideration: Whereupon,

Resolved, That all persons, not members of, nor owing allegiance to, any of the United States of America, as described in a resolution of Congress of the 24th of June last, who shall be found lurking as spies in or about the fortifications or encampments of the armies of the United States, or of any of them, shall suffer death, according to the law and usage of nations, by sentence of a court martial, or such other punishment as such court martial shall direct.

Ordered, That the above resolution be printed at the end of the rules and articles of war.

Spies live among us!


August 21, 7:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)