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[Nov. 9th, 2009|04:21 pm] |
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I'm sorry Stas even the schadenfreude has worn off. At this point it's like flogging a dead horse. 2-1 down to brumy dear God man. |
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| Some Twilight Parodies before I get Serious Again |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:00 pm] |
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Really well done. I wish SNL was like this all the time like they were back in the old days.
Oh and if you want to get really weird, follow this link at your own risk:
( Dear lord... )
Will Twilight fans hate it or get turned on by it? I dunno but stay tuned for some serious biz shortly.
-- Jordan |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|04:21 am] |
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I think Massive Attack is the musical embodiment of candles. And possibly kitten fur.
Either way, these are a few of my favorite things. |
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| Looking for a plaything? |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|01:17 pm] |
Broke 19 year old who does private shows on yahoo for some help. Leave me a comment here if interested, then we can xxchange pics and work something out ;) .
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| Skates |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|06:43 pm] |
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| it begins......very well indeed |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|12:02 pm] |
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against the run of play and not doing very well we still managed to win 2-0, which kicks off birthday weekend 09. Of course Keane-o was going to open the scoring, it was always going to happen. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|06:30 am] |
I don't believe in fate. I do somewhat believe in the zen tarot. Not because it holds some mystical power, but because it provides a gestalt switch.
In my recent quest to follow every televised story, there is a show called "flash forward" The basic conceit is that all of humanity passes out for 2 minutes, 17 seconds. During that little coma of humanity, people have dreams of their life in the same minutes, 6 months into the future. The question then becomes, is that future inevitable or just a possibility. And as the show progresses, evidence mounts for both interpretations.
I think that's the delight in tarot, or astrology - Universal symbols of basic human themes, randomly drawn into a narrative. And like ink blots the importance isn't the story they tell, but how we construct the random bits into that narrative. That's the revealing bit. That story is our future. And the question of the show is just how involved are we in telling the story.
The components are universal enough that we can believe they are us. But the revealing bit is the manner in which we interpret the random juxtaposition of meaning in the random order.
Because that's what we do. In stories, in science, in the everyday mundane. We connect the dots. We are hardwired to make sense of the chaos. To perceive threat, to enjoy, to taste and smell and touch. It all serves a basic function of learning - making sense, seeing patterns and anticipating what comes next. And in some sense, the story we construct is the future.
I like the zen tarot, as opposed to the traditional tarot, because it tosses my western infused mind for a bit of a loop. It hates the mind. It asks the question - "sit for 5 minutes and just listen to the shit that spews forth, in rapid fire garbage."
In my experience, so fucking true. As, I've found, many of the concepts to be. It adds lightness to the unbearable when you can take that pause and see the reactionary bit of you. Which adds to the existential confusion, because now which is you - the observer or the observed? But there is freedom in that. Freedom in realizing that we are the story we tell ourselves. We stick our tongues out and dance in the rain or we are just soaked. The same facts apply - rain/wet human - but our response to those facts are the story of our lives.
That realization was the gift of plopping down pretty cards and trying to connect those dots to my life. Best therapy ever. Not just because it forced me to tell my narrative. It also questioned every assumption I made, at every turn. Is that really the story? Perhaps this is a better way to see it?
I have my moments, my habits, my familiar pains. But those pretty little cards still ground me. Making me tell my story and whacking me with a stick the whole time.
And sometimes, that's just damn exciting. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|04:06 am] |
Lol... Welcome to my Friday night, round about midnight, when I return home from the windmill.
Absence has at most, a fifteen minute window to revel in fonder, when the heart is feline. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|03:49 am] |
Drum days are so much fun. You get to wrangle a multi headed beast into a solitary, bombastic bit of rhythmic bliss.
It's so satisfying. It makes me happy. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|03:46 am] |
The Italian's are the first to convict both CIA and Italian intelligence agents for rendition and torture. The story behind that particular case is bad enough - it makes my blood boil. And then there is this video from the ACLU, telling the stories of people we abducted for years and then released, with not even an "oops, sorry".
This doesn't even cover the, at the very least, 40,000 people we locked up in places like Abu Grahib, purportedly for defending their country after it was invaded by a foreign power. Forget for the moment that a cornerstone of our constitution is innocence until proven publicly guilty by our peers - that safeguard against tyranny. Just sip this aromatic tea. We shed blood because a king across an ocean used military muscle to interfere with our daily lives.
Let's say the Italian's invaded to remove Bush, since clearly, as a society, they consider our government to be criminal in it's actions. An axis of evil, as it were. Do you really think I'm not fighting back? As they kick in our doors and spirit people away to be humiliated, tortured and sodomized?
We have completely lost our moral compass. Yes, that's been the flavor of this past century, but this new linguistic twist that turns a patriot and a human into "terrorist" steps it up in a crazy way. Perpetual war against boogeymen we name as such. Scumbags, who randomly kill innocent children in the name of ideology. Who gives a fuck what they suffer. We call them terrorists. They deserve it.
And unless I missed something, that would be us. With our "smart bombs" and nifty little remote controlled planes. Children dead, mutilated, and if lucky enough to survive, left with images of their parents blown apart. It's a shock to the conscience and I am so far from awe at what we allow to be done in our name.
And if the goal is to destroy any semblance of what made America great, I say, "Mission Accomplished" |
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