Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The Camel's Nose Is in the Tent: Rules, Theories, and Slippery Slopes
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
We actively promote alternatives to the wage slavery mindset and what we call "The Cult of the Job" which automatically equates having a job with making a living..."
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Monday, December 03, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
the world grows industrious
The ugly are slaughtered
the world grows beautiful
The foolish are slaughtered
the world grows wise
The sick are slaughtered
the world grows healthy
The sad are slaughtered
the world grows merry
The old are slaughtered
the world grows young
The enemies are slaughtered
the world grows friendly
The wicked are slaughtered
the world grows good
The Measures Taken - Erich Fried
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
contretemps - An unexpected and usually undesirable event.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
verbigeration: an obsessive repetition of meaningless words and phrases, especially as a symptom of mental illness.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Second Voice:--Well, I don't mind.
First Voice:--I move the Will.
Second Voice:--You're playing it blind.
First Voice:--Then here's the Soul.
Second Voice:--Checked by the Will.
First Voice:--Eternal Good!
Second Voice:--And Eternal Ill.
First Voice:--I haste for the King row.
Second Voice:--Save your breath.
First Voice:--I was moving Life.
Second Voice:--You're checked by Death.
First Voice:--Very good, here's Moses.
Second Voice:--And here's the Jew.
First Voice:--My next move is Jesus.
Second Voice:--St. Paul for you!
First Voice:--Yes, but St. Peter--
Second Voice:--You might have foreseen--
First Voice:--You're in the King row--
Second Voice:--With Constantine!
First Voice:--I'll go back to Athens.
Second Voice:--Well, here's the Persian.
First Voice:--All right, the Bible.
Second Voice:--Pray now, what version?
First Voice:--I take up Buddha.
Second Voice:--It never will work.
First Voice:--From the corner Mahomet.
Second Voice:--I move the Turk.
First Voice:--The game is tangled; where are we now?
Second Voice:--You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
First Voice:--I'm tired. I'll send for my Son to play.
I think he can beat you finally--
Second Voice:--Eh?
First Voice:--I must preside at the stars' convention.
Second Voice:--Very well, my lord, but I beg to mention
I'll give this game my direct attention.
First Voice:--A game indeed! But Truth is my quest.
Second Voice:--Beaten, you walk away with a jest.
I strike the table, I scatter the checkers.
[A rattle of a falling table and checkers flying over a floor.]
Aha! You armies and iron deckers,
Races and states in a cataclysm--
Now for a day of atheism!
[The screen vanishes and Beelzebub steps forward carrying a trumpet, which he blows faintly. Immediately Loki and Yogarindra start up from the shadows of night.]
Beelzebub:--Good evening, Loki!
Loki:--The same to you!
Beelzebub:--And Yogarindra!
Yogarindra:--My greetings, too.
Loki:--Whence came you, comrade?
Beelzebub:--From yonder screen.
Yogarindra:--And what were you doing?
Beelzebub:--Stirring His spleen.
Loki:--How did you do it?
Beelzebub:--I made it rough
In a game of checkers.
Loki:--Good enough!
Yogarindra:--I thought I heard the sounds of a battle.
Beelzebub:--No doubt! I made the checkers rattle,
Turning the table over and strewing
The bits of wood like an army pursuing.
Yogarindra:--I have a game! Let us make a man.
Loki:--My net is waiting him, if you can.
Yogarindra:--And here's my mirror to fool him with--
Beelzebub:--Mystery, falsehood, creed and myth.
Loki:--But no one can mold him, friend, but you.
Beelzebub:--Then to the sport without more ado..."
--Edgar Lee Masters "Epilogue" (excerpt)
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
"Actually, the algae isn't tiring me. I'm tired of the people trying to sell it to me. Most blue-green algae is sold in a multi-level marketing scheme through Cell Tech. Sellers see me, a physician, as a potentially lucrative franchise to sell algae for them. So I get two or three sales calls every week (once as many as twenty). Never mind that selling algae to make myself money is a conflict-of-interest and an unethical ploy already encouraged by pharmaceutical companies ("The only solution I see for your diagnosis, Mr. Smith, is blue-green algae, which I happen to have right here..."). I've tried the algae and it doesn't do much for me. The cost/benefit ratio is poor. Nevertheless, in the past three years I've received over 400 phone calls, dozens of tapes in the mail, and had people barge into my office and home, all selling algae...
Blue green algae is a lot like the Kombucha tea - of dubious benefit and full of potential danger. But while most Kombucha is distributed free as an act of caring and love, Cell Tech made $50 million off its algae last year, and 54¢ of every dollar's worth of algae goes to sellers as a commission. I realize this article may anger some people distributing blue-green algae. I'm sorry. But I hope they'll stop asking me to buy and sell the stuff..."
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
And you become a forest in a furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
You dream in the green of your time,
Your memory is a row of sinking pines.
Explorer, you tell yourself this is not what you came for
Although it is good here, and green;
You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,
You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.
But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper
And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper
In an elementary world;
There is something down there and you want it told.
Dark Pines Under Water by Gwendolyn MacEwen
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Do NOT eat potatoes which are green under the skin or bitter tasting. Even if you avoid the green parts, they can still be poisonous.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Grizzled feather glint in his black wings.
He strokes the tree, the water and the cat,
Glances at the mirror of the day.
And the pond shivers though the wind has stilled,
And the cat on the doorsill attacks the air
Like a mouse. The tree's blood begins to jell,
Day falls in stains on the brown grass.
The hundred year old oak door
Screeches like a newborn. Through yellow fog
The patient's eyes see: rainbows
Slump to earth like cackling parrots.
The clock counts out the time for the living,
A spider hangs his web among the stars,
And the angel, having entered the hearth,
Turns into smoke, ashes, embers.
Death's Angel by Henrikas Radauskas
Monday, February 05, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
    jejune: vapid, uninteresting, childish, immature