Monday, December 29

A few of my favourite things.

My usual list compulsion. Difference is I'm not claiming they are the 'best' with a big period (full-stop for you, Rach) at the end, just some things that spring to mind as exemplary in their genre. To me.

MacPros/MacBooks/iPods/iPhones - everything Apple.
The Civilization video game franchise.
Morrowind (PC game).
Labradors and labradoodles.
Cats of all kinds, as long as they're orange.
A great mattress, blankets and pillow.
New York pizza.
New England clam chowder.
San Francisco sourdough.
Baja-style fish tacos.
English chippies.
Anything Delusionist & Empath make.
Cheesecake, tiramisu.
Guinness Draught Ale.
Kobe Bryant, Magic Johnson, James Worthy.
Barry Bonds, Will Clark, Lou Gehrig.
Andre Agassi, John McEnroe, Roger Federer.
Google. YouTube. Gmail. Amazon.
Smiths, Beatles, DCD, The Floyd, Nick Drake, Dan Fogelberg.
Monty Python - everything they've done.
Most of Simon Pegg's stuff.
Wallace and Grommett.
House MD, or anything else with H. Laurie and/or S. Fry.
A great Shiraz, true Russian vodka (generic), te-kill-ya.
A great sauna, massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, and haircut.
Well-made, classically stylish clothes.
Well-made luggage, briefcase, backpack, handbag, etc.
A great electric toothbrush/tooth polisher/gum massager.
A custom-made table tennis bat or two.
Snow-peaked mountains on the horizon.
The air right after the rain.
The light at sunset.
The beach at sunset with a bonfire ready to blaze.
Ocean fishing from the shore on a warm night.
Documentaries about animals, space, history, geology, etc.
Driving very fast but in control (in a great car with new tires).
Stuff made out of leather, metal, and glass - no plastic at all.
Old-fashioned compasses, pocket watches, and field glasses.
Maps! Giant floor globes.
Brass refraction telescopes (moderate size), for backyard use.
Books - especially big stacks of them. Big, big stacks.
Did I mention books?
Snorkeling and diving.
Hiking, climbing, kayaking.
Basketball, baseball, tennis, ping pong, beach volleyball.
Strudel and coffee. Blended iced mochas. Coca-Cola Clasic.
Time with my mom and brother.
Pen pals.
Ancient Egypt.
The Perennial Philosophy.
A shiny clean apartment (flat) or house.
A shiny clean car in top shape.
Good moods and those rare good nights of sleep.
Traveling abroad with adequate monetary funds.
Journaling. Writing poems. Reading letters from friends.
Kissing and holding a lover.
Sleeping all night alongside someone - waking up together.
Pen and paper role-playing games.
Most any word or trivia game.
Running or playing sports beyond the point of exhaustion.
A hot bath with lavender incense or candles.
Sleeping somewhere besides home.
Heat on my lower back.
Firm handshakes.
Night classes.
Los Angeles Lakers games in High-Def on live TV!

Girls: (no order)
****** *****
Olivia Wilde
Kate Beckinsale
Cate Blanchett
Kate Winslett
Scarlett Johansson
Natalie Portman
Renee Zellweger
Naomi Watts
Gwyneth Paltrow
Monica Bellucci
Juliana Hatfield
Ellen Page
Claire Danes
Harriet Wheeler

Guys: (no order)
Harrison Ford
Sean Connery
Anthony Hopkins
Edward Norton
Morgan Freeman
Viggo Mortensen
Michael Caine
Heath Ledger
James Dean
Montgomery Clift
Clive Owen
Terence Stamp
Hugh Jackman
Ian McKellan
Alec Guinness

Movies: (no order)
Blade Runner, The Shawshank Redemption, 2001, Unforgiven, The Empire Strikes Back, Cinema Paradiso, Il Postino, Amelie, The Professional (Leon), Raiders of the Lost Ark, The Wizard of Oz, The Dark Knight, Apocalypse Now, The Wall, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Mulholland Drive, Lost In Translation.

Now's your chance to add to the list. Obviously it's totally unstructured and wildly incomplete. Between us we could compose a veritable Book of Kells! Except, not really any thing like that.

The key is to let it pop off the top of your head and resist the urge to clean it up or revise it (though I've cheated and added to mine several times). That's the beauty of the exercise. Don't think too much.


The low-life has lost its appeal
And I'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboard bare

I'm not sure what happiness means
But I look in your eyes
And I know
That it isn't there

We tried, we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this home
When you know it's a grave?

But you still hold a reedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean

We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

Catch on a nail
It's just a fairy tale
And I don't believe in magic anymore,

But I think you know
I really think you know
I think you know the truth

No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because I think that you know
I really think you know
I think you know the truth

That we tried and we failed
That we tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
Oh Jeane

(Morrissey/Marr ©1982)

Sunday, December 28


Spirit rise to greet the sun
takes my hand and beats the drum.
Tries to make me understand
we are as one in a sea of sand.

I'm praying for rain
to see desert flowers again.

The eagle flies up to the sun,
high above the plains of Babylon.
In one claw he holds an olive branch for peace,
in the other twelve arrows for his enemies.

For his enemies!

I'm praying for rain,
to see desert flowers again.

Spirit rise to help us see
the loving face of humanity;
Devoid of fear and free from greed,
devoted to the greater need.

I'm praying for rain,
to see desert flowers again.

Sons and daughters of America
you lay down your lives
for the Warlords of America
not for your sake, not for mine.

Sons and daughters of Great Albion
you send your children to die
for the Glory of Great Albion
but death is till the end of time...

Hold onto life!

The locust is born upon the wing,
its hunger seems as boundless as the great river plain.
Where the Tigris weaves its way toward the sea,
through a great desert in the heart of man.

I'm praying for rain,
to see desert flowers in bloom again.

Or the djinns of intolerance fade.

-Brendan Perry for Dead Can Dance ©2004

Saturday, December 27

This company's products look way too awesome.

Check them out HERE. No, I don't own any of them.
I wish!

Friday, December 26

Hymn For The Fallen.

My attends to you as a mother fears while her children sleep
Now look, see how they're dreaming
The black reciteries, while the children dream
Don't go so deep in slumber
Where you'll shy
Know you'll wander in sleep
Don't you fly too far away
Some men die without crying
Suffering so long and alone
Softly, children, dry your eyes
Gently, children, be wise
My attends to you as a mother hears all her children's fears
So don't cry, all will wash away when we pray
Soon, soon, soon, soon, soon
So if it's okay, i'll wait with you while the sun begins to shine
Oh look, your wings are broken
But never a lie was spoken
The murdered thing is love, you see
Drifting on a lake of memory
Now sleep, close your eyes and have no fear
A wide blue sky is very near
Soon, soon, soon, soon, soon
Now sleep, close your eyes and have no fear
A wide blue sky is very near.

-Lisa Gerrard for Dead Can Dance ©2004
What dog breed are you? I'm a Border Collie! Find out at

Hmm. Don't think I like that one.

Monday, December 22


I woke up today
out of a fog.

How long have I been gone?

I don't understand anything anymore.

I wish I was a
better father
a better husband
a better son.

Time skips whole years entirely
I see names and faces
fade away
and come back again,

Now the holidays have
come back again but
I'm tired of running after

The days are all so trying
but my trying days
are done.

Time to go to sleep.


Don't come near me.
hear me anymore

I am the seed of ill content
and the seat

Of too many dis-'eases'
to mention
though I mention one:

A dyskinisic

poke at bears when they are
sleeping, don't

Stare at people
with scorn
when they are weeping.

I'm crying all the time.

In the dark,
my mind talks to me
and it's almost

Always dark now.

Saturday, December 20

The day it rained forever.

River silences.
A tree gathering
a sky of crows.
Drifting buckeyes.
A hunter through 
scrub and rat
bones; pockets of
and pony beers.
River silences.
Coalsmoke and
freezing dogs.
Iron wheels
in mud cracks.
Roadside tomb-
stones behind
a hatching night.
White green skies,
solemn aurorae.
River silences.
Dead stars
changing places.
Staring pumpkins
in open rooms
carried across
the stonelights
of eternity.

I Can See Now.

Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man who made you feel small?

If you were a sailor
I'd raise the anchor
To sail the sea
In search of you and me

And God

Conjures currents to break our fragile boats
And both the innocent and the damned
Are swallowed up in His wake

If you were a huntress
I'd be your bow
For your silver arrows
To seek out His heart

Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man who made you feel small?

Who are you to complain
For lack of understanding?
We are all created equal
In just one thing alone—


In your thoughts that pursue you through your life
They'll take you outwards to the dark edge of time
And there's nothing more dangerous
Than a man with nothing to lose
Nothing to fight for
And nothing to prove.

(Brendan Perry)

Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.

Two modes of thought.

Philosophy typically works using deductive reasoning.
Science typically works using inductive reasoning.
Religion typically doesn't work at all, using any reasoning.

Some definitions...


One makes up one's mind on something, then uses logic and whatever appropriate logical loopholes can be imagined and convincingly argued, to show that this opinion is the way "it really is." In the end charisma and/or intimidation often come into play.


Same as deduction, except one additionally gathers facts that support one's hunch, ignores those that don't, then arranges and presents the "good" facts so as to make it seem that Nature herself agrees on the point. This is more convincing than deduction, so science generally beats philosophy the way paper somehow beats rock.

I Am A: Lawful Good Human Monk/Ranger (3rd/2nd Level)

Ability Scores:

Strength 12

Dexterity 19

Constitution 14

Intelligence 21

Wisdom 16

Charisma 18

Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment because it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest.

Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.

Primary Class:
Monks are versatile warriors skilled at fighting without weapons or armor. Good-aligned monks serve as protectors of the people, while evil monks make ideal spies and assassins. Though they don't cast spells, monks channel a subtle energy, called ki. This energy allows them to perform amazing feats, such as healing themselves, catching arrows in flight, and dodging blows with lightning speed. Their mundane and ki-based abilities grow with experience, granting them more power over themselves and their environment. Monks suffer unique penalties to their abilities if they wear armor, as doing so violates their rigid oath. A monk wearing armor loses their Wisdom and level based armor class bonuses, their movement speed, and their additional unarmed attacks per round.

Secondary Class:
Rangers are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter's dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.

Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?

Friday, December 19

Boy who came in from the cold
Wet and shivering steps into
The warm, swaddling waters
And there's a light in his eyes
For that first moment when he feels
Relief flood into his body and mind
Is what holds every fiber of interest
Soon after, he is gently unaware
Neither joyous nor scared
Too comfortable, too blind

They who are in danger must survive
And shifting between states
Feeling the whole world change around you
Is what it feels like to be alive
We always want something more
But we sink into blissful death
Complete relaxation of the senses
And distortion in the passing of time
Endless monotony, soothing suburbanality
Banal philandering of the essence we hide.

I live in the now. From moment to moment there I am. Or I live in a time that will never happen, a phastasmic world my irrascible dreaming creates. Completely impractical, both ways, both states. The recent past fades quickly, though I remember well the iconic, long-static past. The future that is likely to actually occur never occurs to me, and I am forever caught unanticipating, looking foolish. Foolishly rushing to keep up with demands put upon me which I don't enjoy.

I am still just a little boy living an adventure tale. All the interesting moments happen right now or in some never-to-be, imagined now. Either way I seem never interested in an actual past or future. If the real now is exciting or soothing, I experience it. If it becomes scary or painful, I shift away — run — transform it into the nicer world within my mind. But it's still 'now' in that world.

And along I drift, creating a timeline of a life that is both true and untrue, yet always unique and my own. I live like we all do - alone.

Thursday, December 18

(found art and manipulation)

Tuesday, December 16


light bringer,
sees the true darkness

can never be penetrated.

here i am denouncing God the idea
without any better idea.

we are all so much just lost children
who have given over to crying in disillusionment

or simply trying to forget.

here i am espousing a philosophy rejecting any mystery
and then I cry inside, because there is no mystery

it's the old loved and lost predicament.

do I want the elation and the terror, the full spectrum of possibility
or do I want this gray and polite mediocrity
to say yep! thanks, i'm quite okay
to drift across the same flat line each day,

and what does it mean to be Alive and Conscious anyway?

and what is Time?

i'm still wrestling with that child inside of me who wants
to live every moment as if it were his last, and just not ask

and yet, now knowing, i am terrified to act. is it really up to me
to spend this time as only i can decide, to call, to bet all i have

to risk the chance of another Fall?

i beg thee all,
don't put any faith in me, please i beg, please. please,

i am unfree.

Friday, December 12

The quiz is coming.

I've had some mental problems that have prevented me from doing a proper job. I've got things going on all around me and light just floods from the sky doesn't it? Insects hide from reptiles who hide from mammals who turn on each other.

I'll be traveling across the country in a few days as well but be back a few days later. Relatives are moving this way and that and I'm very happy about it but I have to clean my apartment and it gets dark so early now.

Yet I will get my quiz up just as soon as I can. I hope to get a new person or two to play as well; I'm working on it.

I like vegetables a lot. In fact, some of my best friends are vegetables. Some of them used to know me but most have never known me, but I still love them.

How do you express a love of humanity when you have no religion and don't believe you possess a soul or are going to "go" anywhere when you die?

For me, it's simple. It feels so much more poignant to love something while believing in your heart there is NOTHING - no reward, no pat on the back, no new life, no bonus level, not even memories - than it is to follow a carrot of some sort, any carrot, even if you're the well-meaning person on the corner who hands out those beautiful smiles.

I can't define poignant, but down on the corner, people smile a lot because for them frowns just won't do. Of course I'm very nice every time. I like smiling.

I can smell sharp air and broken grass through the window.

And here entombed in my apartment, I am cold and wear a blank expression and do not walk about in a Santa suit shaking hands or campaigning in the inner cities for change or watch any of the cycles turning. But I have so much love to give.

I have so much love to give, so I give it to the world, and all the people, animals, plants and bacteria and viruses, and the unbelievably minute matter and energy that composes it all, and beyond that, to the Universal. I could never dream to ask anything in return.

Because there's no "Answer," is there?

Not even anyone to reply.

Life is absurd
Look what it's done to me
Born a happy child
Undone in infancy
Life is absurd
Don't tell me otherwise
Fed me with hope,
Raised me on other lies.

The world is unsentimental
So please be gentle
I just want to find a home
Somewhere, some place where
Someone cares.

Life is absurd
Look how the mountains rise
Laugh at our plight
Cutting us down to size
Life is absurd
Just ask the cemeteries
Where men lie in wait
Forever in symmetry.

They will never rise again.

Life is absurd
I've lost my count again
Keep pushing that rock
Then rolling it down again
Life is absurd
My place in this history
Is far from assured
Is it worth the misery?

Life is unfair
But that is the air around me
I just want to find a home
A place I can be alone
And yet together.


Monday, December 8


Hello and thank you for joining me in enjoying this jolly good pub quiz, known in the US as merely a quiz. I have literally written out over 500 questions on yellow legal tablets, so it's been a struggle to narrow this first edition of "The Quiz" down to a mere 25, although I'll occasionally cheat and include a, b, c, and so forth questions under a single number. It should hopefully all make sense though when you venture through it.

The scoring works like this. Submit your answers to me as an email to (for that is my true name, not Metamatician, sadly), and DO NOT post them as a response here; that would be daft as it would give away answers to others.

As I receive your emails, I will grade each answer on a scale of 0 to 4, based on the quality of the answer. "0" means you know less than nothing about the question, and "4" means you've displayed sufficient knowledge that I am confident you truly know the subject. There's no scoring any more than 4 points on a question, so spare me the essays, humor, and blatant sucking-up. Just answer truthfully and efficiently and you'll be fine.

The middling scores (1-3) are awarded at my discretion to those who do have a general idea of the question's subject matter, and get close in their try to answer it. Maybe your dates or names are off, but you do know something about the topic. This is purely arbitrary on my part and is this because I am the lord of all the realms of heaven and hell. And that purgatory place - never could figure that one out.

I will announce the winner as soon as I receive all submissions and have had time to grade them, which I don't anticipate shall take long, since I'm awesome. There may even be 2nd and 3rd place prizes this time around, to keep things interesting and increase the eagerness of contestants who feel they may not have a shot at winning outright. But probably not.

So, enough preliminaries. Onto The Quiz! It will appear in the next post, and please use EMAIL only to submit answers, ask procedural questions, and bribe me with cash. Do not use the comment feature provided by this blogging service unless it's merely to sing my praises in a general way.

Good luck and may the luckiest - er, best - woman or man win!

Sunday, December 7


Catching up with the Sinjin Smythes (St. John - Smiths).

I personally feel, and am backed up by empirical evidence I delibrately fabricated, that the American people and possibly other Anglophone nations in the world do not understand Great Britain and its history and politics adequately.

Leaving aside the fascinating geological, paleontological, and f'n musical legacies of said group of islands, I now present, as I continue to work on my PUB QUIZ, a brief hyperlinked treatise on British history and politics, with an emphasis on recent leadership.

Here, for instance, is Wikipedia's writeup on jolly old Tony Blair:

Here we have a similar treatment of current PM Gordon Brown:

And just to give we ignorant Americans a better understanding of the nonsensical history of British/English political machinations, here are some links which should elucidate anyone who's interested.

Note: Any sarcasm in this post is strictly unintentional, except where it's not. Rest assured I have the same attitude toward my own government and that fully qualifies me to belittle that of others.

There. I've read the entirety of all of these articles myself, believe that if you will, and let no-one label me ignorant, dismissive, or partisan on the issue of our "mother country" henceforth.

Enjoy the education, even you Brits who dunno your own history properly ya tossers!

Friday, December 5

Hey, it's malfucntioning! It's giving that old geezer a whole extra year!

Wednesday, December 3

Ok, so here's the deal on the quiz...

There will be 25 questions on random topics.

The topics will hopefully be equally challenging for young and old, women and men, black and white, gay and straight. But not for gay American Indians!

This will be "Quiz #1" and depending on how it does, there may be more in the future.

Prize will be a funny picture or something else. That's still uncertain.

Each answer you give will be awarded between 0 and 4 points, for an overall total of 0-100 points. Therefore it's best to guess or give a partial or general answer even if you don't know the exact answer, because you may get partial credit. Also, it gives me some leeway to reward better answers than other when both are technically correct.

That being said, I don't want to receive any 1,000-word essays on kitchen appliances or dinosaur turds. You can't get more than 4 points no matter what!!

Unless you mail me money.

Sound good? I'll try to have the quiz up TOMORROW now (yes, a day late - that's a day early for me!) because I have lots to do today. Cheers!

Tuesday, December 2

Pub quiz anyone?

I've got loads of questions written out: easy, medium, and "challenging."

Would you like the questions to be grouped by category, randomly mixed, stick to a single theme (with changing themes in the future), or what?

And how many questions do you want? 10? 25? 50? 100? A billion?

I'll take care of the scoring details and make sure they're fair.

What should the prize be? A gibbon? Something else?

Weigh in with any opinions quickly, because the machinery behind the curtain is beginning to rumble and sputter to life...

Monday, December 1

In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated.

Sail on silver wings
Through this storm, what fortune love may bring
Back to my arms again;
The love of a former golden age.

I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
For now that wheels are turning,
I find my faith deserting me.

This night is filled with the cries of
Dispossesed children in search of Paradise.
A sign of unresolve that,
Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on and on.

I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
When memory bears witness to
The innocence consumed in a dying rage.

The way lies through our love;
There can be no other means to the end,
Or keys to my heart
You will never find.

You'll never find.

(lyrics ©1979 by Brendan Perry)

Friday, November 28


All calculations set to one side;
The inevitable Descent from Heaven,
A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms
Invades the house, my head,
And the world of the mind.

A horse leaps forward on suburban turf,
Past planted fields and stretches of woods
Misty with carbonic plague.
A wretched theatrical woman, somewhere in the world,
Sighs after an improbable indulgence.
Desperados lie dreaming of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along small streams the little children sit,
Stifling their curses.

Let us turn once more to our studies,
To the noise of insatiable movement
That forms and ferments in the masses.

photographs - denis darzacq
lyrics - brendan perry for dead can dance; adapted from arthur rimbaud

Tuesday, November 25


The birds of leaving call to us.
Yet here we stand
Endowed with the fear of flight.

The winds of change consume the land.
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past.

When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust,
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways?

The plague that moves throughout this land.
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come.

(Brendan Perry)

Saturday, November 22

The Carnival Is Over
(Brendan Perry)

The storm clouds gathering
Move silently along the dusty boulevard
Where flowers, turning, crane
Their fragile necks
So they can in turn reach up
And kiss the sky
They're driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling
I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play
When the circus came to town
"Over here...!"

The circus gathering
Moves silently along the rainswept boulevard
The procession moves on, the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town
They're driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
The carinval is over.

We sat and watched
As the moon rose again
For the very first time.

Friday, November 21

My results from

Visual Mathematician

You have a strong ability to process visual-spatial and mathematical information. These skills combined with your strengths in logic are what make you a Visual Mathematician.

You're able to understand patterns visually and in numbers. That means your mind can create a mental picture for any problem. In addition to that skill, you possess an intelligence that allows you to apply math to that picture, too. That helps you manipulate multiple parts of the picture (or problem) to come up with a solution. You have many skills that are critical to success and problem-solving. Your talents help you understand the "big picture," which is partly why people may turn to you for direction — especially in the workplace. You flourish in environments where tasks are clearly defined, and you are a whiz at improving processes and making things more efficient. Your ability to detect patterns and your skills in math and logic, make it natural for you to come up with ideas and theories that simplify processes for everyone.

Outside of work, Visual Mathematicians tend to do well at strategic activities like chess. It must be that ability to recognize patterns — both as they are and how they develop. Regardless of how you put your mind to use, you've got a great set of talents. You will be able to envision a clear path and calculate the risks, and more importantly, the rewards, of anything you take on.


Hmm, interesting. Seems true enough, as far as it goes. 

It also gave me an IQ score which is obviously unscientific and probably meaningless, which is why I omitted it from this post. There were 40 questions total and I got all 40 right. How can it possibly assign a specific score in that case? Where is my infinity sign?? Lol.

Anyways, that part doesn't interest me. But it got me thinking, if I got them all right, how can it pick just one of the personality types (out of the many I assume they have) to assign to me? Shouldn't I be equal in all of them?

I don't understand how their algorithms work, obviously. It's probably a load of BS anyway; it wasn't even timed like the old Stanford-Binet test. I did my best to answer quickly, mostly because the questions all seemed simple, but I could have taken all the time I wanted... unless it secretly keeps time and factors that into your score? It said nothing about that in the instructions, though. At best, that's deceptive and not good testing methodology.

Well, it all means nothing; as we know intuitively, each of us is unique and while you can loosely group people into types, the more detailed you try to categorize them, the more static there is - like trying to calculate the position of an electron in the cloud around the nucleus of an iron atom or something. At deeper levels, people show their truly unique features and distinguish themselves from all others, and it only increases in terms of diversity the 'deeper' you go.

It may be helpful to know one's general strengths and weaknesses on a very coarse scale; say, for those who want to get a job they'll be good at or choose an academic major they'll enjoy. But then if you're in one of those situations, you probably already know what your strengths are, because they will also be your interests! And you probably know what you suck at because you won't like it or have any interest in pursuing it.

And the more you try to refine it, the less accurate these sorts of tests become. I think of it as Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle applied to sociology and psychology (personality). One day the science will back me up, trust me!

Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I will try to do so more often starting... right... NOW.

Tuesday, November 4

(fluff)Friends - create, share and enjoy a world of fluffy fun!

Friday, October 31

Happy Halloween!

Monday, October 13

(john lennon)

Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
they slither while they pass
they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my opened mind
possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
they call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
it calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

Saturday, October 11


(click pics for even more tobasco dumped into your eyes)


inspiration near?
oh no...
deep in here,
burns something infernal
something eternal
lets me sleep mere hours
then whips me awake
at the height of my powers
while my thoughts churn

and CERN has nothing on me
when I'm in the throes of
my fantastic,
drastic reverie:
my haemoglobin races
like swarms of foul horses
around a track they attack
like rowdy, fell forces
seeming to lack

all that is fair in being human;
just drive me on, roaring!
ignoring all the facts
like the cracks that appear
and the fear
in my countenance
shaking and longing
for some true rest,
comfort in a warm nest.

but I am denied
until the storm passes
and the grapes decide to die
whither wasted upon their vine
and then it's that time
to sleep for days on end
and lose my mind
and this is no more kind
than that devil engine,

but it's my lot in life -
I drew the bad straw
well I must have...
though I don't remember it
every september and october
brings hell with it
like my world is nearly over
it's a fuse to no good use

except to abhor.
filled with invective,
I lose my collective wits
and reel around infected
check all perspective
at the door
then scrabble for my pills;
I'm too young to be this way,
too old and unsure.

Friday, October 10

Australian actor Radha Mitchell

Christian Dior

Sorry, the video for Morrissey's song "Christian Dior" on YouTube has expired, so as a consolation prize (damn good one too), you get "A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours," written in 1987 with The Smiths and performed here by Moz in 2004.

Thursday, October 9

Again into the nightmare.

Class notes from a student on another planet.

We are all American at puberty; we die French.
—Evelyn Waugh, 1961

Tuesday, October 7


can't relax
got jabs
in the small of my back
my pulse is pounding
feels like stab wounds
in my head
when i stand
hard to be happy
without motivation
hard to get motivated
on such a shaky platform
hard to stop shaking
when you can't sleep
because the terror
will get you in your dreams
doing nothing is more
exhausting than it should be
the world is
not what it seems
now every second
my mind speeds and i
can't relax.

Tuesday, September 30

My Mom.

My Mom is the best
She takes care of me when I'm sick
She brings me iced mochas when I'm sad
Or when we're sad together
Sometimes for no reason at all!
She make me stand tall,
Feel good about myself
Even when she's feeling small
She even takes care of her own parents
That doesn't seem fair;
I should be doing that
For her.

My Mom cooks the best food
In the whole wide world
And she's always up for playing games
Or watching movies, or talking about life
Sometimes she breaks down on the inside
When no one is looking, and cries
But she puts on a brave face for me
And always seems really glad
That I was born, and am here,
Even when I'm having lots of problems
And must be easy not to like
She never blames it on me.

My Mom is my best friend
We go hunting for pirate treasure
On different computers together,
We play games with words
On screens or boards, or
Just in our conversations
We one-up the other until someone gives in
And then we laugh until we're all in
I couldn't imagine going through
My life without her
It's already so hard as it is
But I'm still here and have aspirations.

The sky isn't always clouded over
Sometimes when I go over there,
We just stare at the walls
Or one of us will say something and have
Us laughing till we can't breathe
It's never like that,
When it's just me;
I feel sorry for others without
Moms who love them as much as mine
She's not infinitely strong
But she's always strong enough for me
When it's that time.

I love you, Mom.

Monday, September 29

It's my blog so I can post whatever I want =)
(click to make her bigger)

Róisín Marie Murphy

Nope, it's not Jackson! It's an impostor named Monty, and he's my...


(He looks like my Doodles, though.)

Thanks to Pet of the Day.

Sunday, September 28

The Future Is Unwritten.

past few posts are dedicated to Joe Strummer, RIP, who died too soon and who was one of those magical voices in the world, a passionate pacifist and a truly original thinker as well as a humanitarian.

On this day when Paul Newman has passed away, it reminds me of the same spirit of Joe and a handful of other completely selfless individuals. I've chosen to reproduce here the lyrics of just a couple of his songs (The Clash's songs, to be precise, though he always wrote the words) concerning the Vietnam war, though that was from one album (the same LP that spawned their big hit "Rock The Casbah" as it happens), and his subject matter - usually political - covered the whole gamut from the Spanish Civil War, the English Civil War, America, Cuba, Nicaragua, Chile, and anywhere else freedom fighters fought for freedom or poets strove to be heard above the clakk! of rifle-fire.

Joe Strummer, Bob Marley, and John Lennon would be a few of the finalists in my "all-time humanitarian award" category for an entertainer. There wasn't a pretentious bone in his body. Go rent "Rude Boy" if you have any doubts or watch the recent documentary reviewing his life and impact on both music and social awareness entitled "The Future Is Unwritten." To his untimely end due to a heart arrhythmia, he was the champion of the common man, the enemy of irresponsible power, and like his pirate radio station's name, The Voice of the People, He never stopped being that til the day he died.

If you'd like more information on The Clash or Joe Strummer, feel free to email me or comment. I find it difficult to include in these posts adequate footnotes and reference material, though I of course always have it handy for those who wish to dig deeper.

I personally find the song below, "The Call Up," one of the most persuasively disaffected, strangely non-confrontation protest songs ever. You'd have to hear it to know, and maybe let it grow on you, for it's not aggressive or insistent, just thoughtful and almost wistful. I'm sure you can find a listen on ProjectPlaylist or YouTube, though the studio version is what I'm referring to.
"The Call Up"
(Joe Strummer)

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
You must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill

For he who will die,
Is he who will kill.

Maybe I wanna see the wheat fields
Over Kiev and down to the sea...

All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die;
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes.

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill

For he who will die,
Is he who will kill.

There is a rose that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance, and I should be with her
There is a town - unlike any other...

It's up to you not to hear the call-up
You must not act the way you were brought up
Who gives you work, and why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven.

There is a rose...

"Sean Flynn"
(Joe Strummer)

You know he heard
The drums of war
When the past was a closing door

The drums beat into the jungle floor.

The past was just a closing door;
Closing door.

Rain on the leaves:
Soldiers sing
You never, never hear anything.

They filled the sky with a tropical storm.

You know he heard the drums of war
Each man knows what he's looking for.

There are a LOT of people in the world. It's just incomprehensible.
"Lie Still Little Bottle"
(They Might Be Giants)

Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend
One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song
I know I must investigate
I hope that I can sing along

There's no time for metaphors cried the little pill to me
He said, "Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile"
Well, I knew that pill was lying
Too gregarious, too nice
But as he walked I had to sing this twice

Lie still, little bottle
Don't twist, it ain't twistin' time
With every move you make you just disintegrate my ever-troubled mind

Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend
One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song
I know I must investigate
I hope that I can sing along

Lie still, little bottle
Lie still
Lie still, little bottle
Lie still
Lie still, little bottle
Lie still

There's no....
Got it?

Friday, September 26

Spring-Heeled Jim

Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye
He'll "do", he'll never be "done to"
He takes on whoever flew through
"Well, it's the normal thing to do" ... ah ...

Spring-heeled Jim lives to love
Now kissing with his mouth full
And his eyes on some other fool
So many women
His head should be spinning
Ah, but no !
Ah, but no !
But no !
Ah, no !

Spring-heeled Jim slurs the words :
"There's no need to be so knowing
Take life at five times the
Average speed, like I do."
Until Jim feels the chill
"Oh, where did all the time go ?"

Once always in for the kill
Now it's too cold
And he feels too

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