Friday, November 28




Youth.

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



Severance.

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

Overland,
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?

Indifference,
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)

Outside,
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...!"

Outside,
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 tickle.com...

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.

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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



ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
(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

EYE TOBASCO SATURDAY!






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

MANIA

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
moreover,
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


EYE CANDY FRIDAY!
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

endothermic.

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...

~CAT OF THE DAY~



(He looks like my Doodles, though.)

Thanks to Pet of the Day.

Sunday, September 28

The Future Is Unwritten.






































The
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
(Morrissey)

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
Old.

Thursday, September 25

Vet.

I talked to a long-haired hippy not-altogether there Vietnam vet today. He lives in my apartment complex, and I've said hi to him before, but never initiated conversation. He's locally famous for wearing pajamas wherever he goes, and he walks everywhere. He also almost always has earphones in his ears, attached to an iPod I would presume, and seems to completely be tuning out the world. I've seen him in the office, at the pool, out walking around, in Walgreens (a drug store... what do Brits call a convenience store with a chemist at the back where you can get some groceries, toys, gimmicky things, some tools, fill your prescriptions, and so on? There must be those types of stores there. They're about as large as full grocery stores usually, but as I mentioned the product composition is different. You can usually even get bicycle innertubes, live bait, and motor oil there! And many are now open 24/7, for when you NEED your drugs at 3:30 am).

Anyway this guy is friendly but doesn't listen to anything you say, and says things on his own which are completely off the wall, and he gets a bus route map for Sonoma county every time he visits the apartment office (how many does he need?). But today he looked me (sorta) in the eyes and said, "No one's in command of those guys. You know that right?" I played along and first said, "Hey, where are your headphones?" He didn't seem to understand, so I elaborated, "You earbuds? You're always listening to music. Left them at home today?"

He had an inscrutable look on his face and said very lucently all of a sudden, "I - I have ringing all the time. You know, in my ears. All the time. I listen to music really loud because I need some relief sometime. That's what happens when you go into the army, see? You get a sergeant who is supposed to make all his men wear... those things... earplugs in your ears when you're on the rifle and artillery ranges. Well my sergeant, he, he said he was ordered to give us the option but then he looked us over as we stood in our lines and said, "but I don't believe in these things. Hell, war is loud, you sonsabitches. The way I look at it, you're entitled to wear this 'protection', but the whole idea of protection is for faggots. The way I look at it, anyone in MY command who needs protection for their little ears is a goddamn faggot. And I don't want any faggots in my command. But the Army makes them available for the little girls I guess so they won't complain later. So do whatever you want." I'm somewhat paraphrasing him, who I'm sure was paraphrasing the sergeant after all these years, but the gist of it is clear enough.

So now this poor, disaffected man who can barely hear and has severe tinnitus in both ears for the rest of his life, day and night, lives as best as he can, despite the institutional cruelty built into the system. "No one's in command of those guys," he said. I remembered that and asked him what he meant. He said when Dick Cheney is the Vice President and Bush the most powerful man in the world, and everyone all the way on down the line does what they say, what possible hope is there for fair or humane treatment at the bottom of the ladder? Then he laughed and said some catch-phrase from the Howard Stern show (apparently) and half-skipped across the street to god knows where.
Bands.

Is there a better debut album than Placebo's self-titled one? Well, there are, but not very many. I like the group a lot but their work, taken as a whole, puts them on the second-tier category for me. But if all their albums were like their first, they'd be tier-one all the way. The same goes for Suede, now that I think about it. Brilliant debut, followed by a string of good but somehow flawed albums. Compare both of these groups to Radiohead, whose debut album was just above-average except for the standout hit "Creep," and then the band topped it with a much more polished second effort, and the rest is history. Like the Beatles, from fairly conventional beginnings, they went on to completely define a new sound. When someone asks you what genre Radiohead (or The Beatles) are, you just kinda scratch your head and say... "Radiohead." Bowie has always done his own thing as well. Then there are groups whose sound always stays the same; they play it safe and stay with what works. Exhibit A: The Cranberries. Anyways, just some observations about what bands do after their debut album. This could be a topic that went on and on, but then I would lose my tiny readership entirely.

But for fun, can you think a good examples of bands that you like that a) Had a great debut album which they never matched again, b) Had inauspicious beginnings but grew to be a great band, and c) A band which always put out good material but never really pushed their creative frontiers? Be fun to see what people come up with.

Tuesday, September 23


FREE THE GRAPES!



and tell us how you found out what no child should know...
tell us about the killing, Mary Bell.



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