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Mrrr

2011-04-29T18:24:00.000-07:00

Lately

2010-12-28T23:52:00.000-08:00

I've been doing a bit of reading. Though, which I think is amusing, what I believe starts out as a bit of innocent science fiction here, or a bit of semi-autobiographal fun there, turn out inevitably to be about someone with a mental illness.

Which is almost amusing because at one point Ms. Plath mentions her protagonist can only seem to get through works on abnormal psychology.

But this isn't the same, it's just an amusing little tidbit. This week I consumed a collection of Gene Wolfe's short stories, (wherein The Death of Dr. Island provided that book's tale of mental illness), The Bell Jar by the aforementioned Ms. Plath (Though, in hindsight, she's really Mrs. Hughes), and An Unquiet Mind by Kay Redfield Jamison. Mind is something I've been recomending to friends recently.

The J-Bot lent me the Gene Wolfe collection and today loaned me a collection of works by Max Klinger, as well as a paper on Painting and Drawing by Mr. Klinger. Need moar knowledge. And poetry. Much more poetry. Anyone want to suggest poets? I need more of them.

A Villanelle

2010-12-28T23:45:00.000-08:00

MAD GIRL'S LOVE SONG
By Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I life my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in"
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I love dwarves.

2010-12-24T10:08:00.000-08:00

"1st Limestone 1051
Elf spit. I want elf spit over all this tower and would chortle. The bastard bellowed to plow a field. I am a hardened dreg. I never built a crop that was not murder. I told him I squeeze blood into a mug there is your ale."

I especially love people who write from the dwarven point of view- even more specially special..ly... when that point of view comes from a certain game called Dwarf Fortress.

Even if you are a stranger to the game, this individual's journal is fantastic.

http://www.bravemule.com/

For her

2010-12-24T02:57:00.000-08:00

A poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,-so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

You ever feel

2010-12-24T01:45:00.000-08:00

You're an alien trapped in a coma
and everyone else is an extension of your consciousness
or alien beings outside in the other world
telling you to wake up
just let go of this dream land of nightmares and ghosts
wake up and let go
and everything will be fine

'Cause I hate when that feeling doesn't go away. 'Specially when I'm having a beer.

Just thought I'd share.

I need to not drink a pot of coffee in a day

2010-12-24T00:12:00.000-08:00

This is for Ethan.

2010-12-24T00:06:00.001-08:00

Shot on the hill.

2010-12-23T23:47:00.000-08:00

From this past July.

Your prose for tonight.

2010-12-23T23:42:00.001-08:00

Goddess
If I told you
The sunshine in your dreams
Is heaven
Would you
Die happy

if there's anybody out there

2010-06-08T16:34:00.000-07:00

help us we are under attack

Mark Ames writes about the rape of Alabama... and beyond.

2009-10-26T07:34:00.000-07:00

A shooting spree in Alabama forces the local police department to ask for help from the Military to keep the peace. But why does the town not have enough police to send to traffic stops?

Read more on how we're draining this country dry.

Amazing, lobbyists

2009-10-03T22:46:00.000-07:00

http://claytoncubitt.tumblr.com/post/47694023

Yeah

2009-10-03T16:12:00.000-07:00

rough cost of the AIG Bailout- One hunded fifty billion dollars

Cost of installing a solar power system for each individual in Seattle, if each individual owned their own home- 3 billion dollars.

How do we fix this?

2009-09-25T19:07:00.000-07:00

Some new photos

2009-04-28T19:29:00.001-07:00

I went out for a walk a few days ago. It was sunny. Here are some of the pictures I took while I was out and about. Oh, and the lights are actually inside the studio, part of a new space set up.

2009-01-21T13:37:00.000-08:00

So there's this new electric car out called the Tesla Roadster. Does 0-60 in like 3 seconds. Costs about a hundred grand. They link directly to a company called SolarCity, that leases out solar energy solutions for 15+ years a pop. I have mixed feelings about it. I like that they're finding a way to push solar on the -rich- now. Plus, putting it in a lease gives you that "this is going to sit here for a decade or so" feeling, rather than going away like a fad... However, leases can always just be pulled if the company goes under. So, yeah, kinda mixed about it.

Oh, wow, Wind is a great energy source?

2008-12-13T06:29:00.000-08:00

Found on slashdot, a top researcher from Stanford lays out some awesome reasons as to why wind power could rock the world. IE, provide a stable, clean, feasible alternative to nuclear, coal, and biofuel.

But you all knew that, right?

http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2009/january7/power-010709.html

New stuff found on slashdot

2008-08-18T12:38:00.001-07:00

http://hardware.slashdot.org/article.pl?no_d2=1&sid=08/08/17/2034210

Found again on boingboing

2008-08-15T08:41:00.000-07:00

Yeah, I know.

I need to get out more.

Robot, complete with biomechanical brain. So, would this be our first foray into "real" cybernetics?

http://blogs.zdnet.com/emergingtech/?p=1009&tag=nl.e550

also, dancing oil

http://gadgets.boingboing.net/2008/08/13/video-dancing-magnet.html

Awesome Ted Talk from May on the design flaws in Suburbia

2007-07-25T14:45:00.000-07:00

This talk gives good history on the Space Monkey tenant on Self Reliance and why it's such an important focus on the coming years. Buying from local farmers at the co-op is the start. Forging your own living, creating your own garden, recycling your own waste, living off solar energy for power and cleaning your own water, encouraging others to do the same, these are -basics- of human living that we must embrace -years- ago. Come on, get to it.

http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/view/id/121

Shadow run was a cultural responce to Jung's and various philisopher's "shadow" self. You can quote me on that.

2007-07-25T02:34:00.001-07:00

http://www.physorg.com/news104473084.html

2007-07-24T17:22:00.000-07:00

Can't quite recall what that was about. Probably something to do with THC and the effects it has against lung cancer. Which are awesome. Sorry, shameless plug. Also, did you hear about the 400,000 + plants seized in cali this week? That's an awesome job there. Too bad it's the only way we can fund the meth fight. =/

This week's news!

2007-07-23T00:28:00.000-07:00

Nanogenerators that can use the flow of blood to draw energy from the human body:
http://news.softpedia.com/news/Nanogenerator-Could-Draw-Energy-from-Human-Blood-60580.shtml

Snape dies.

Scalar Waves!
http://jnaudin.free.fr/html/sclxmtr.htm

Bionic Arms!
http://www.touchbionics.com/professionals.php?pageid=70§ion=8

George Carlin's watched Zeitgeist. Have you?
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7068677712290004125
(Zeitgeist for those that have missed it can be found here:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5547481422995115331&q=zeitgeist&total=809&start=0&num=100&so=0&type=search&plindex=0
Skip the first nine minutes if you're impatient or click on the official movie link part ONE)

Annnnd I'm out. Also, look up: Paintable solar cells, et al

Oh, and, of course... The treasury can now take all your shit if you've been bad. Go ahead and look that up, along with what the government signed into law concerning what it considers property when dealing with it's own human citizens back when clinton was in power.

Love yah.

Barker

2007-03-20T23:13:00.000-07:00

IE:

Show Barker

IE: "A Carnie Barker"

Noun. Traveling Carnival folk, or "Carnies", as it were, sometimes held a position known as the "Barker." The Individual informed carnival customers as to what was showing that evening. Held by someone usually boisterous of voice and pleasant of eye. Known for calling attention to the ugliness of our society, helping distract them with the magical horror of our deepest fears and desires. Helping them fly away from their mundane lives. Be it traveling shows or television.

Robert

IE: Bob

IE: Dick

Dick Barker.

See, I keep telling you people you're a nation being led around by your Dick.

Shit

2007-01-05T11:06:00.001-08:00

So I pity you.

2007-01-04T10:37:00.000-08:00

Ye, oh scribe, ye who troubles over paper, screen, parchment. While writing may be your mistress, her courting long and painstaking, proverbial lashes really aren't quite the same. Am I a man of two mistresses? Well, there's the entire aregument of the factualness of my manhood. Besides, it's not really two- Men have done other things for their muses, no? And she's most certainly one to be able to focus that wild, wreckless creative passion that men seem to have. I mean, look at all those that pray to her.

And are prey to her. One in the same, I like to think. But, hey, I'm her "mail order boyfriend".

Well, seriously, it's what happened. She went to a website, put in a specific set of requirements, and out popped me.

Who she then waited a year for to be neatly packaged and properly fit for delivery.

Hell she even paid for air shipping!

But seriously folks-

The accounts were never setteled as to why the shield went down that day. While it's conceiveable that since it was the first time the shield had ever been known to be extended past it's first set boundries, and the results were thought of as to be "Unknown" at best, the fact that it worked was enough. Long enough for the people to see, finally, that they were safe, to sleep soundly in their beds for just one night. Long enough for the first ghouls to be drawn to the power of the shield more relentlessly than they had ever been drawn to the village before.

It's an unfortunate, yet boonful byproduct of that bloody night. The wall's an understaffed force, most sleeping under the comforting hum of the edge of the shield's faint glimmering curtain were quickly overun.

The years have passed and the grim memory of the massacre that night are forgotten. After they stopped coming, in endless, seeming unstoppable waves that night, they were never seen again. Towns once more built up around the curtain, their lands free of the malignant presence of the native wildlife. Outlying settlements now only needed infrequent patrols, and life continues as I now know it.
W

Half, if not more, of the city's squatter populace was decimated. Those that stood and fought along walls that had never fallen went as quickly as those gutted in their sleep- The night was left to those quick enough to run, small enough to hide. Those that ran never looked back, those that hid could only watch. There were rumors, of course. The generator had been pushed past capacity, sabatage by what remained of any sort of vocal minority, and, of course, sheer ineptitude of the ruling house. After the soldiers left, I kept my mothers garden with the rest of the small ones. The vultures returned, but kept their distance. Once within the shield wall we were deemed Official Citizens, enough for Peacekeepers to wander the fields. The boon came from the lack of further attacks, as families ventured from the cramped lower levels of the city proper to the now lucrative farmlands at the Fringe. I cept the small ones safe until they were picked up one by one by Peacekeepers- now homeless vagrants, they were shipped to the city for needy, sterile families. The garden is there, across the Market. See the tops of the sweetrush? The finally claimed it as well, walling it, granting "access", sudden funding for groundskeepers working off their latest relationship dispute.

Streets. Don't scowl, I can see: Your eyes. Watchful. The casual, confident lines of your shoulders. Leather cared for almost as much as the weapons it holds. Fits loose on you, though, that harness.

Royalty comes for a bit of looky-loo, their chance with a wilder's daughter. Dressed tough, Peacekeeper's civie's on loan, though you certainly found a better fit. It's the nails that always give them away. Fingers like that don't let dirt in their beds, except when no one's the wiser. You don't see scars like yours on a pretty boy.

Unless he's been a bad one.

That's when he told me he had a job.

Homoerotic wolves killing giant robots with eternal paradise on the horizon entailing the rescue of a beautiful godess from an imortal evil.

Yeah who wouldn't want to watch this stuff? I mean besides "manly men" but we know they all like cowboys and leather dudes.

Latin only exsists so that a plucky bespeckled female cohort can gasp it out in english.

You should dine on anything that you can finish eating and say "Now, sir, 'that' is a meal."

Why don't I just create some stick figures and make them say non sequitors all day.

Then I'll call it a webcomic.

Lord in heaven it's difficult to not write me into a goddamn story.