MemLesson

Discover this.
Discover symbol, character, word, meme.
Discover you, reader, seer, swallow and make it yours.
On thought passing, through that golden globe of electric light.
Minds' eye and ear, turning to focus.
What will I say, what will you see?
It is between us.
Here we see.
What can we all believe?
Is it possible to share?
Without need, envy or fear.
Without hierarchies,
The many disparate levels of instiutionalized grief.
The inequities, the fear of loss.
But, can we lose these and remain solvent,
Remain liquid, dynamic, mutable, adaptable?
What is the balance, where is the balance to be struck?
Between the left and right sides of Mankind.
How many questions are the answer?
Give nothing but process, life in time,
A single evolution, one maturity at a time.
Conscious grace paired with intelligent instinct.

We can do this.
We already are.

It has begun, it began at the beginning,
The singularity of this place we call home.
The universe began as a single point, within us.
That's the point. The very point.
We began creation and destruction,
Between the moments of birth and death.
Perhaps each soul breathes as the universe does,
From zero to consciousness and back.
In Hale.
Ex Hale.
Hale stout travelers, we are well met, seeing each other breathing.
Perhaps we are the universe's navel.
And we ponder, together.
We screw up our eyes and open ourselves to the sight,
The vision of this, this tale in our heads.

I wonder of what there is to know.
I've learned there's more to see on the outside than the inside.
It's true that I love you, as I love me.
But Life, as we all know, comes from unconscious history.
We proceed from dreams, not the other way around.
We came from the place within us, this,
The oldest place in the cosmos.
We enter into the Other,
The places and people we forgot when we were born.

In due course, we remember the lessons we are meant to.

Crocodile Balls Interlude

i went walking to the city
no shoes
no shirt
no service
i played drums for some guy playing a guitar
i met elliot and he asked me for some change and a cigarette
i had no change, but i had some smokes
he asked me to come with him
i did
he said i wouldn't remember his name but i still do
on our walk he asked other people for change and they gave it to him
he bought us some whiskey and some beer
we went to the park scabbed cigarettes and drank
we finished the booze and my pack
i rolled home
my feet hurt


(thanks Joshie!)

Break Away

Stop action movie of breaking up

By studying the materials exposed by the break-up, astronomers hope to learn more about the interior of comets, where pristine ingredients from the solar system's earliest days are thought to be preserved. For that reason... story


... or, this beautiful thing is gonna kill us all... story

Sieglinde

sun earth connection

-I've taken some time thinking about my dreams. They are not unfeasible.-

Thought some about the world and all of you.
And this strange eletrical mixture,
the mind and the heart,
says:

get kind.
know you.
find peace.
dream loud.
keep looking for those moments,
the stars through your windows,
the smell of the sun shinning upon earth,
the heart that beats for more than one.

And bring death and birth to what you will,
gently, with skill.

Layers Down

Reaptedly, we glimpse layers of our past.

"Known as Visocica, the 650m (2,120ft) triangular mound, overlooking Visoko, has long been shrouded in local legend. The Bosnian archaeologist leading the project says it resembles pyramid sites he has studied in Latin America. Initial excavations have revealed a narrow entrance to what could be an underground network of tunnels."



See the complete story from the BBC.


(What are you digging for these days?)

Weeeeee!

why ask?

The Spell Is Everything

Some Harmony

It had been 12 days since
The last time we had heard
Or seen anyone,
When the Upchurches turned on me.

It isn’t boring.
The Sky opens for me sometimes,
The light plays with the shadow,
Making contrast,
Beautiful contrast,
Thus is created shape,
Distinction,
Perspective, Place
Distance,
Presence and lack.

But sometimes, the paper,
Blank,
Sits too long,
Taking on the curve
Of the manual typewriter’s Reel,
The feel not so straight,
So it gets caught
(stuck)
upon return.

The time before,
The moments past,
They pass.

They pass like the changing, fading
Colors of the sun setting.

Sun, dear sun,
Set,
Please settle with
Your quest to the west.

Go to where this turning
Leads you,
Leaving our side of the globe,
As we leave you,
In turn.

Think twice about thinking once.

Once upon a time,
Of the nights of Guinevere,
The Green Lady,
The nocturnal mornings in your heart.

I dream there too.
Alas,
Harpoons for the Whale.

It’s so nice,
It being still light.

For a second,
I wasn’t thinking about work.

We’re born Falling.

You can’t enjoy something
You don’t Respect.

Eating cookies in your mind.

Splashing your Ink around.

So many Dreams pile up
In the corners.

How can I persist?

I want Love.
I want Peace.
But unfortunately,
I live on planet Earth,
Home of the Humans,
And I am human.

“Oh no, not again.” –Hersh

My Clothes are all stitched
On the right hand side.

I don’t have a problem with words,
Just my Pride.
My Pain has a habit of hurting others.

Welcome to the Read.

I plead for you,
For us, for me.
Cause I can’t seem to find
The time, the pace for Grace.

Let’s live,
Why don’t we?

Good night is only a prelude
To the Morning.

I want afternoon.
I want twilight.
Goodness knows,
I’m good enough for the Blues.

Can’t play instruments well enough,
Except for this typewritten Bluff.

God knows, I’m rough.
God knows, I’m here.
And I fear Him,
As I fear everything,
Inside and out.

And maybe that’s all
I’m born for,
Contrary to personal opinion,
The Polls are reading Low.

Let go,
And ready for the next Blank.

It doesn’t seem to matter,
What wedding or funeral I attend,
I’m not good enough,
Enough to be there.

So this is my own gathering,
Here for you Strangers,
Like lunches made at Home,
I take them with me.

And I can only hope for
Moments of Heroics.

To make Meaning,
To make Worth,
I seek me,
I seek me in you,
As I do Temperature’s effect
On the morning dew.

Damn the questions,
And more so the Answers.

What ever happened to
The simplicity of Violence
And Murder and Reverence and Heroics?

Yes, that physical measure of success.

“I’ve been right here for 37 hours.” –Hersh

I will seek the Stories
I can’t see myself.
I will make the Narrative I miss.
I will find the music for this Rhyme.

I may not see it next to you,
By your side,
Dear heart,
Dear family,
But I will Seek.

It appears so many of us
Are spinning uselessly,
Or maybe that’s just the Internet,
Maybe that’s just America.

It is at such times
That the Hurt comes down,
The Challenge,
The way of less Subsistence.

I Believe,
Never think anything else of me.

I’d rather be building
Kingdoms of the Free,
Lands in time for all of us,
Comfortably.

But I will see,
I promise,
As long as I can
Keep my eyes open.

And I know there’s only
So much time on this Cycle,
But gasp and grasp
I will.

I wish,
I love,
I dish, and
Wipe away.

Exactly

Exactly the game I seem to be stuck playing these days...

District Act

Things we do to distract ourselves,

Messing with the mind grammar,

Shuffling words into conversations.


The nature of the Elements,

Is interactive mutual mutation,

Or some cosmic sharing on whatever scale.


Why are guns and love elemental?


What deities await in the their temples?


‘What?’, like the Brits say.

Is it time to rock out and twist?


Does the whole World need

To get together and talk?

Don’t we already?


Humans evolved to

Over come environmental change,

Quickly.


The answer is not today.

It is still early yet.


Cigarettes are a novelty

That shouldn’t become a habit.

It’s not fun anymore.


Music.

Music is sanity.


A disordered time for her,

And so,

Necessarily for me.



New situations.

There’s no end to the adventures

We can have

If we seek them with our eyes open.


What’s your perspective of ‘extreme’?


Are we gonna break this egg?



You and I

Feel the flesh around our souls.

We know the difference.



Maybe we’ll stop burning off steam,

And start flowing water.


What age is this,

When the fear of pain

Has overcome the fear of death?

[HAWT!]

Record set for hottest temperature on Earth

Scientists have produced superheated gas exceeding temperatures of 2 billion degrees Kelvin, or 3.6 billion degrees Fahrenheit.

This is hotter than the interior of our sun, which is about 15 million degrees Kelvin, and also hotter than any previous temperature ever achieved on Earth, they say.

The feat was accomplished in the Z machine at Sandia National Laboratories.

They don't know how they did it.



The Z machine is the largest X-ray generator in the world. It’s designed to test materials under extreme temperatures and pressures. It works by releasing 20 million amps of electricity into a vertical array of very fine tungsten wires. The wires dissolve into a cloud of charged particles, a superheated gas called plasma.

One thing that puzzles scientists is that the high temperature was achieved after the plasma’s ions should have been losing energy and cooling. Also, when the high temperature was achieved, the Z machine was releasing more energy than was originally put in, something that usually occurs only in nuclear reactions.



-thanks msnbc and Fortean Times

24 Double Header

Tonight, Fox features back to back episodes of 24

It's time to rock... Are you ready?

Do you have beer? Smokes? Ammo?

Do you have your 24 Drinking Game ready?


Have you stashed your special doughnuts with Edgar?
The Shire will burn if you don't.
-right on Mr. Bob



Will you be able to spot the difference between FAKE Jack
(shown above...notice the keyboard behind him?)

and REAL Jack?


One is a deadly patriot with a plastic gun,

the other is a posable plastic doll (kinda like Chiggy Killer).

Maybe CTU could use the doll as a diversionary tactic?
Like throw the doll against the windshield of an attacking terrorist's SUV,
or drop it from the CTU pursuit chopper.... and before they know it's a fake and miniture, the real Jack will have his gun against their temples.


Are you ready???


What do you hear?
Nothin' but the rain.
Grab your gun and bring in the cat.

Forget the wife, forget the kids,
It's time for Jack to bust some caps and lids.


Are you ready???


Will Jack's daughter, Kim return?

Here's a little test to sharpen your Kim awareness senses...

Again, one FAKE Kim, one REAL Kim:




Keep your eyes wide open,
watch for bad guys,

And Kim...



(You'll know if she's the real one by measuring the amount of drool
on your chin for an authentic Pavlovian response.)



Though, she may be wearing something a little different in the show...
we can always hope not!

Heinlein Quiz

ahg! Another silly quiz...

But, indeed one of my favorite books of all time.


You belong in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. You

value freedom above all else. You would

fight and die for your family and your home.


Which Heinlein Book Should You Have Been A Character In?
brought to you by Quizilla

See The Butterfly

Count your blessings
By the accidents
You walk away from.

“You’re gonna miss my loving
One of these old days.”

Robert Cray

Help me Lord,
For I have sinned.
And I don’t know where
I lost the power
To begin again.

“Early one morning,
When I got out of bed…”

“All because of these things…”

“And the forecast calls for pain.”

Being conscious sucks,
You’re aware of how much you hurt.

I look for your eyes
I look in your eyes and see mine.

All you need is love.

And I’m happy,
If I see you.

I don’t want the other side of town.

Truth lives,
Negotiating near me.

Are we just floating chunks
of the Internet,
Lumps of creative force in a
New Primordial Soup.

Efficiency is the easiest power.

In the distance,
A Venus Pillar.



So cold it is these mornings,
The icicles don’t melt
With the Sun full upon them.

We’re temperate beings,
Sensitive to the speed
At which the world vibrates.

Make fun of what you’re doing.

If our dreams fall short of our insight,

If the footlights catch the stage afire,

If the Television trivialized sight and sound,

Did the computer, and
Automated word processing,
Trivialize the work of document creation,
That difficult discipline of
Our expression surviving ourselves.

Of course,
Difficulty keeps pace with innovation.

And so perhaps the Soul
Can only keep pace with
The lively trials it must experience.

There’s nothing wrong with
Accelerating your choices and actions.
Life will accelerate alongside you on its own.

Fearing change may be
The most detrimental sin,
Not in the biblical sense,
Merely the practical.

Stasis is stolen water.

So dear ones,
Continue your Hunt
For the rattling legends of happiness.

Repeat after me,

I see the butterfly.

Conviction

Conviction: the act of convincing a person
of error or of compelling
the admission of a truth.

I can appreciate the conviction.
That’s what trials are for.

The soul.
Some little ‘s’ in the mouth of Soulzilla.
Algorithms for how water mixes on a convex surface,
But slides off anyway.

Epiphanies of how I exist,
How I love you.
My life,
In the most quiet moments,
Attends you, my love.

Dreams find their meaning as we wake,
Brewing, distilling, enlivening us.

It is about love.
It is about hate.
It is not about any of us.
It is us.

So personal,
So abstract.
Unconscious.
Sublime.

The truth is we lie.
We live to believe some self made dream,
Because it makes us feel,

And feeling is survival,
As much as intelligence,
As much as the mammalian instinct,
The rapid reactions of the brain stem,
The endocrine influence on the mind.

What was the time before mind?
Weird.
Undefined tension.
Some story about opening old safes in a submarine.

transition,
inner-time
(Hearing heartbeats in the ear
to
Monitoring the atomic clock’s Cesium beam)
outer-time,
Transition

Have we forgotten the barbarians?
Have we forgotten the Lucifer Principal?
Forgot that there are those who wait,
To use the depraved means we have forsworn?

Space.
Space in size,
Space in tone,
Space when you know,
Alone.

A shot of Meyer’s isn’t a commodity.

Speak space to China, India, Russ…asia.
America must?
What can any empire do?

Economic volunteerism.
Volunteer a single a hour a day
To the cause of one’s choice.
Donate time to research of clean energy.
An .org. to assemble the Online-Volk.

One hour a day.
One hour of democracy.
American competitive altruistic initiative.
ACAI, the Elective Contribution.

Sometimes it pays to read the instructions.
That’s why wars and love kill me.
There’s no fun in war anymore.

When you get a real lesson for little cost,
That’s a lucky day.

To swim,
You have to get wet.
To rush,
You have to go down the mountain.

Perhaps the past is the only half of life we understand.

After April

After April

You may happen upon this stance,
Taking care first of small realities,
Forgetting again, the cold heart of the world.

You may look to the West,
That easy winter,
That blue-grey sky.

Sometimes we’re not humorous when joking.
Sometimes we’re just brushing our teeth.

Some say, it only rains so long before turning into a desert.

The times may not be linear,
But a compounding progression,
Deepening the effects of expression.

We still wait for another Easter,
After this vision,
After this scene,
After this sleep,
After this cruelty,
After these showers for the flowers.

Into the night, the sky
The dirt, the mountains,
The shadows of the Darkness before dawn,
We throw Relief, this whisper between us,
Knowing ourselves.

We from the trees,
Moved to the savannah,
Walked and aimed with an arm,
Found the Me,
Then the you and me of us.
The Mees with Eyes made something from a tree,
A broom, a loom,
Plantations and the City.

Like reactive action,
Steady stop buzzes the Bee,
Touching flowers for the time Being.

We found fire puzzles,
The strong and weak forces, and
Eggs to be broken open by the sly fox’s grin.

We began by growing,
From subatomic parts outward,
From some old center of gravity,
Tangled by our power to pull, and our successes.

We are a species of guilty blood.

After April,
Of this year our Lord,
What will we see.

Might we feel our way finally to freedom?
What should we know to know this?

Just dumb questions we don’t hear each other asking.
Dumb like tape over the mouth.
Dumb as paint,
Some coughing soliloquy,
Dumb as color illustrations.
Dumb as blindness to the Sun inside you.

What glorious rainbows Spring up there?
Is Light truly half of Dark?
The most sacred days are spread evenly between
Each Solstice, each Equinox.

Life like Light
Proceeds in two temporal directions,
Back and Fro,
Photons carrying the energy and
Information of Time,
Reflecting until finally absorbed,
By you and me, and everything.

Maybe what we see, happens to be.

Maybe after April,
We will believe.

Time Enough for Love

Damn necessities of dramatic presentation!
Why's Jack gotta be so real!?


"Someone call CTU, Jack Bauer went an hour without killing someone.

I blame Audrey (S4GF) and her messed-up face. She forced Jack to waste time in order to analyze his feelings for her and her nose. Jack Bauer's on his way to blow the cover of a conspiracy at the highest level of government that involves the murder of the Former President/All-State Spokesman, not to mention enough missing nerve gas to kill a Kennedy...and S4GF thinks it's a good time to have a relationship chat. Women - can't live with 'em...can't have Curtis torture 'em."

This and more awesome commentary @ Blogs4Bauer.

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ps, "Time Enough for Love".... is one awesome book by Robert Heinlein.

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Ok... let me use the word one more time.... AWESOME!

Bringing Back Stardust

Here's an awesome one for all you spaceheads!


Download the movie.
It's about six megs, but worth it!

"The glowing "head" of this man-made meteor reached temperatures exceeding 4000 degrees F. Inside the capsule, delicate samples of dust collected from distant Comet Wild 2 were safe, protected from the blistering heat by the capsule's external heat shield. These samples are now being studied by scientists at the Johnson Space Center who believe they may reveal secrets of comets and the origin of the solar system. "

Thanks Spaceweather.com!

Follow The Leader

I bet I'm the only one posting this to my blog today. ; >)

More Jack 'N Roll

Jack Bauer got Hellen Keller to talk.

If Jack says “I just want to talk to him/her” and that him/her is you… well amigo, you’re fucked.

Jack Bauer’s family threw him a surprise birthday party when he was a child. Once.

Jack Bauer could get off the LOST island in 24 hours.


Thanks!, justoneminute

Ritual Exploration

(click clack click)


Ritual Exploration,

Noon on Earth
Noon for us,
Noon for Mankind,
And this test of kindness.

Will we be in love?
Will we survive,
This striving morning sun?

Children, we have come from the wilderness.
Will we return to pre-dawn, to licking blood from the skin?
Will it call our name as it called the wolves back to the sea?

Will the afternoon be met with evening?
Drawn back to the twilight of species,
To wait in the waves that divide the ocean from its shore.

May we know when the time is right,
Finally to know each other as ourselves.

May we embrace our sameness,
When comes that day we see the others,
Those new ones, those extra-EBEs,
Those not We.

I've seen them in the sky.
I've seen them digging below our feet.
Crawling quietly, invisible in their hives.

The clouds bring us rain but hide the lies.
The sun is occluded, the truth behind Us painted black.

The song just never remains the same.

It’s so Rock and Roll.

If future is truth,
It is yet innocent in our minds,
The past but a lie, misremembered, mistook, revised.

We smile and cough,
We say we know what's going on,
But we forget,
What lives is ahead,
What's dead, gone.

We know circles,
We know fire,
We know how to build higher and higher.

We've looked around,
Balanced and found,
Relationships with the universe take sacrifice,
Some more than others.

Some chanting words will lead us out.
Some rounds of self same communal feelings
Will teach the children to dream star filled dreams.

Cadets from early on,
May We celebrate Space Holidays
Like "Up-Ships-Go! Day."
Thrilling with rising fire seen from latitude 33.

May We find more than ourselves.

Publicize it.

Begin your book.

Sitting on lunch rock,
You might see a mushroom cloud
Rising over the eastern mountains,
"Gotta take a couple more runs."

I need to get my edges ground.
As the world turns more weird,
I shall get more wayward.
And call the suit of the day,
Fighting for survival,
Doing gigs in The Genes and Memes Inn,
In concert.

Seeking the Inn of immortality,
We Must Fight To Believe.
It doesn't matter if it's
For war or for peace.

Fight to see.
Not the Truth, but the Vision.
The continuum We build, this dream of memes in bluejeans.

Act. Action. Activation.
Make what you see.

We see sometimes I am a monster.
Sometimes fires blind the eyes in me.
When the heart feels like pushing lead,
Not serenity.
But it wants to live,
When it wants to win.

Humans... what explosive suddenness.
Subtle, passionate, then dead.
We bloom.