Hand Sighs

End of Everything (nice)

On a solemn note:

One of my blogger community friends,
Everything Nice (Emma),
decided to close the hot burning flame of
liberated woman fury and sexual feng shui that was
BubbleGumMeltDown.

Damn. It was fun reading her stuff, and checking in for HNT.
Emma is one of the few true Sirens left on this boring globe.

(just like you, Tethys)

She and her words will be missed.

(plus half my god damned traffic came from her site!) ;-)

Oh Betty!

Aye Leadsman, Be Wary Our Keel

Another avalanche rush
rolls against the timbers...

I, caught in a strange sea,
Stand alone on deck this morning.

Communication from others not forthcoming,
no fettered pigeons,
no signal lights,
no crackling on the radio set.

Alone with my liquid anxiety,
flying the dutchman,
here waiting for whomever you are,
Nessie, Bessie, Moby Dick,
I wait for thee,
as I heft my spar, and clutch my stomach.

Do you feel this way too?

Is it but an interlude?

Are we all waiting to be caught again
in the roving bright circle of the lighthouse eye?

Is it land ahead, or aft?

Did we forget the map of whatever
faceless ocean we find ourselves?

Are we lost without depth charts?

Do we worry how resilient the ship?

Are there pirates in these waters,
are there hull cracking rocks nearby,
do sharks swim below us?

Can question marks serve as rescue buoys?

Where is that light?

Why won't it swing thus?

Where is this?

When is dawn to come?

In what air do you breathe this moment.

In Is In

I'm



my new



It feels wonderful.





And let me take this opportunity to say hello to my new wife!
(though you can't see her, cause she's invisible).

Next Stop...

Here We Go

Ever have a dream accelerate to lightspeed?
Ever have a major life decision hit your windshield at 80mph?
Ever think there was any better feeling?

That's where I am now.

In the pipe, 5x5.


Now let's light this candle...

Up Ship Go!!!

Auditorium

How to sleep after we wake,

How to wake after we sleep,

How are you?

What a day huh?

What container are you in?
Is it a moment that you can't shake,
Is it an open living,
Dying close?



What we wear,
What we feel upon our skin,
What strange thing, this day's dream.

Good night nurse,
I'll live to say:

Hello
Fellow.
Down below?
But heaven you see,
Above we must have three.

Cryptic enough for you?

Listen,

Cutting wood warms you Thrice.
Chopping and Burning,
My friend, Thoreau.



Yet there's Marking,
the paper,
the tablet,
the canvas,
my Cutlass,
the caveman's wall,
seeing,
recording super novas in Hohokams 1006.

We may touch each other past death,
It's not such a wall.



We may know everything we forgot,
It's a singular circular spot.

Some time feels like
an Auditorium,
a room of echos,
full of wispers in the black.



Pray God, may we hear what cannot be seen.

If you know what I mean.

Machine Learning

Just because you have the Information,
It doesn’t make it more or less Random,
Or True.

And if you found Me in three Years,
Would I look better than I do now?

Pain is the Medicine,
The Truth is not electable.

Does a new Horse mean a new day?

Here comes the Sun,
The only one.

It’s easier for the dumbshits to have fun.
-LN.

In the summer, it’s making ice.
In the winter, it’s the warm gloves.


You wear.


And you wonder why the beers disappear.


As I grow old, stranger Is, stranger told.


In life, you gotta be more than yourself,
Ten percent over the hundred.
-LM.

And after…

I think, it’s all just machines.
And some of you may disagree.
But how do you know how machines dream?

Her name is . . .

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!