Month: March 2002


  • happy hoppity :) )  


    I expected to have some time off this weekend, but I got a call yesterday about a lightning strike on an entrepeneur's home/business PC and got sucked in to responding. That ate up most of yesterday and is about to take a big snapping chunk out of today.  Tried  heroically to repair his old PC and/or save his data, but my feeling is that his hard drive would have to go into an FBI forensic lab to retrieve his data.  So instead, I'm prepping a loaner/lease PC for him today and need to haul it halfway across the earth for install and configuration.  Don't worry: Osama bin Laden still has enough money to pay me for this :) )


    Now repeat after me: but Easter is a holiday, but Easter is a holiday... um...mebbe I'll get a chance to eat an egg today :) )


    Damn, I wish I was a catholic priest and you were my subservient underling.


    Just remember: All because I have the power, doesn't mean I'll misuse the Force. 


     Somewhere in a cave today sits somebody who has the consumate power to destroy the world as we know it--anything but a terrorist: meditating and praying, not hiding.  Of course, the flip-side of destruction is creation and affirmation.  Stop indiscriminate cave-bashing now!

  • We're probably going to feel like virgilmvx after this.  But that is good, isn't it?  And if we discover that it isn't good, shouldn't we let him know, too? (Perhaps, his transformation into a boddhisattva requires just such a prod?)  Anyway, since everything happens for a purpose, shouldn't every message have a meaning?  Hence, I seek enlightenment concerning this email below that gratuitously arrived with the Subject: Do Not Delete! :


    (note: my intermissions are ruby red!)


    This is for adult men only !!!

    ****************** If you did not 'opt-in', please delete now! ***


    (wait!  the subject said Do Not Delete. but now, they'd have me delete!  Is this the Poltergeist paradox of "Don't Go Into the Light", then later "Go Into the Light" "...But you said not to go into the Light  !!!" ?)

    ****************** IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT, DELETE NOW !! ********

    (ok. so there are two strikes against me already.  but if I'm not an adult, do they really believe that I'm either responsible enough or respectful enough to listen to them ?!  ha)

    We are a serious company,


    (an important distinction, since we know most companies, by default, are simply silly )


    offering a program that will enhance your sex
    life, and  enlarge your penis in a totally natural way.  Please DO NOT mistake this with other offers !!!


    (i.e., the unnatural penis enlargement offers--or is that, the unnatural enlargement of a natural un-penis..never mind!)

    We realize many men -and their partners-


    (and why didn't they say girlfriends, female companions, and/or wives?)


    are unhappy with their penis size.


    (whose penis size? the men? or their partners? or both?  do women claim: "this is our penis!" in the sense that the above "their penis size" can mean "theirs" too??)


    The truth is that size matters,  not only it affects many men's performance, but their  self-esteem as well.


    (not to mention that it also effects the ability to properly employ the word "does" in phrases such as "not only does it affect many..." )

    Penis enlargement is POSSIBLE;  just as you can exercise almost any part of your  body, you CAN exercise your penis.


    (think: repetitions. think: load-bearing.  hey--exercise means burning calories, so maybe this is really a secret, even better way to lose weight?)

    Our program is totally PROVEN and GUARANTEED !!!


    (or what?  our penis back??)

    Our company has the techniques! Totally NATURAL techniques; no gadgets, no pumps, no surgery!


     (no Real Dolls  ??  so why even bother reading on?! )


    If you want more information, please go to...


    (not so fast!)


    We're not stupid, but we're lost.  We want more information, but we don't want to have to pay for this!  Save me, Mr. Wizard, puhlease!!

  • My favorite april spring poem...

    when faces called flowers float out of the ground
    and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
    but keeping is downward and doubting and never
    -it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
    yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
    yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
    (yes the mountains are dancing together)

    when every leaf opens without any sound
    and wishing is having and having is giving-
    but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
    -alive;we're alive,dear:it's(kiss me now)spring!
    now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
    now the little fish quiver so you and so i
    (now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)

    when more than was lost has been found has been found
    and having is giving and giving is living-
    but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
    -it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!
    all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
    all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
    (all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)

    e.e.cummings

  • Oh my god...I had two posts in mind just awhile ago, one especially composed with already nearly precise verbage.  But they'll have to wait...they'll have to wait because I must be insane.  Not to have noticed before what I just noticed.  As I walked into the supermarket this evening, to buy some groceries, my shopping instincts went into autodrive as I began to notice Everybody, every single of hundreds of bodys, each and everyone distinctly dressed, commanding of time and place, and each with a uniquely unjudgeable face.  I saw humanity, in entirety--but no ugliness.  No one more or less beautiful than another.  I merely saw souls shining through countenances, some more vibrant and energetic than others, yes, but none unworthy of my genuine amazement.  And as I gazed childlike about, I noticed others' gazes occasionally catching mine with a matching fascination of genuine awakening.  We were awakening!  Not all of us, but synchronously, some.  And it was as contagious as a yawn yet anything but.  It has been a long time since I felt so connected outside as a stranger within such a mix of humanity.  Insanity.  For which I hope there is never a cure.








































































































































  • Looking at my SIR list, I decided to examine those who haven't published anything at all yet this year.  Although it would be foolish to say that everyone in the list below is gone from Xanga for good, clearly and sadly, these are some who are.


     


    Yet it may be a glad thing, too, for some to have moved on to other, better things.  Some have undoubtedly just abandoned an old Xanga alias and assumed a new, fresh one.  Others--who knows?  We just can't assume that leaving Xanga is an unmitigated disaster!  Maybe Xanga, for some, was merely therapy for their bout with hopelessness.  And when hope arrived, Xanga properly departed.  Perhaps, for some, Xanga just filled a period of ennui until true excitement appeared/reappeared in their lives.  Who knows?!


     


    Could be that one or two forgot their Xanga password and didn't bother to pursue it further.  Could be that here or there someone was sentenced to blog as a form of public service for a misdemeanor of scribbling graffitti on the side of a railway car and that they have since paid their dues.  Could be that at least one was abducted by aliens and that he/she is now blogging hyperdimensionally in the Extranet of another world?


     


    Could be this...could be that...


     


    But this, by love, is how they left:


     


    nash 








     


    hi all - am a little pressed for time, so at the risk of losing a limb, am disobeying my sister.


    She wanted me to go to each weblog of the old friends and new here, and wish a thanks for all the good wishes.


    I had taken a printout to her yesterday of all your comments, and she was mighty pleased.


    Also she wanted to say, that she would be replying to mails later, when she can access the internet.  Right now, despite my coercions, she refuses to hand me her passwords.


    --Nash's bro


    Tangerine  (no indication—just left)


    darcieee  Wish someone would give me the gift of premium.  I did the trial once and it was great.  But being unemployed, I can't afford it myself!  Bah!


    PS Update:  Wow, thanks Beckerbuns!  I'm stunned!  Okay so should I start putting pictures up again??  :)


     


    (Apparently, Beckerbuns gave her the gift if Premium and she never published thereafter!  --notforprophet)


    webbiegirl  notfortheprophet!
    I have 2 pictures to send you, but I need your e-mail adress. Can't send attachments in xanga-mail...
    I'm waiting...
    webbiegirl 


     (no indication—just left)


    firedragonaf  I'm back again. I'm hoping for good. So how are all my Xanganites??? Great???


    pearoxide   (no indication—just left)


    PretzelChick  Can you say stooooopid? Can you say PretzelChick is stooopid? I did the dumbest thing at work and got caught and repremaned for it in front of everyone. Embarassed to death was I but I blame myself.


    Here is what I did, (stupid me) with out thinking I passed along an email....about a priest who got drunk in the pulpit and have a twisted sermon. I meant to pass it on to my buddies, but no......I hit the wrong button and whoosh...EVERYBODY GOT IT!!!!


    elyse104  So I'm not going to help anyone anymore. I'm never going to talk to anyone, if all they do is read my comments and through them into the garbage.


    Why should I care if they don't?


    meltinghalo  My new blog is at: http://www.geocities.com/meltinghalo I'm not stopping from writing, I'm just stopping Xanga. We'll just say that I outgrew it and am now moving on.


    I am keeping my Sites I Read list because I still love you all and have to continue reading.


    I suppose that's all.... Goodbye shitty Xanga.... Hello shiney new blog!


    HeartShapedGirl  (no indication—just left)


    Rapture  I have moved my journal activities to:

    http://www.xanga.com/RaptureNYC


     


    (But RaptureNYC also now left):


     


    Farewell,
    My Xanga friends.
    I've been here a year now.
    I've spent an eventful year online.
    Farewell.


    (Rapture was a best friend.  –notforprophet)


    chappygurl (newbie—left quickly)


    animesque  I have completely ignored Xanga for so long, I'm so very sorry.


    miss_tori  (auto forwards to the Xanga *bug* page)


    disclaimer  (all entries deleted or made private)


    fading    (no indication—just left)


    BlackUnicorn  Please email me if you want the URL to my new journal. Thanks!


    (She was a powerful poet while here at Xanga.  –notforprophet)


    Erin_Go_Braless  This is my farewell blog I finally love my husband.  Too bad it is too late. 


     (site is blacked-out)


    inhomeoutlet  Hi! Thanks for coming by... I've moved!  I have changed my name/space here at Xanga to IrishHeart...


    Concetta  (no indication—just left)


    Shy  test...


    puppy  BORING day today... lala!


    CyberGoddess  (all entries deleted or made private and whited-out)


    wolfsource  This weblog is now closed .. no new posts will be added.


    Thumper12.com  But Friday, Friday, Friday is my favourite, Friday is my favourite, Friday is my favourite DAYYY!!!


     


     (Hart Smith died tragically in a fire the very night he wrote this –notforprophet)


    Janey  (no indication—just left)


    RavenDestiny  (all entries deleted or made private)


    girlfriend  (all entries deleted or made private)


    foxytwin  (newbie left quickly)


    RedLunar  (all entries deleted or made private)


    brokenarrow  Healing?


    I have quit hoping or praying for healing.  I have been fighting this monster for more than 10 years and it keeps getting stronger.  All the prayers in the world are nice, but I know that I shall some day lose the war.


    seldomseen  To all those who subscribe here:
    I will be back to write...just not as often as I was once was before.


    Valkyr  (a broken graphic remains the last entry )


    mslady  SNAFU? (no indication—just left)


    lolalapala  See ya'all later.


    Deviant I am going on hiatus guys. I need to devote more time to other things, including myself.


    babytiger (no indication—just left)


    Ralf  (all entries deleted or made private)


    Number7  Okay, well, since I can't delete my subscription, the weblog will stay up.  I doubt I'll update it ever though.  See you around (not)!


    Propaholics_Anon  I'm not going to be posting anymore...indefinitely...possibly ever. I've had such a marv-E-props time propping the hell out of you all!!!!!!
    Farewell *wav-E-props*        


     


    (site is blacked-out)


    Riplee  OK so I lied...but, I'm really back now.








    evilriot


    Alison and I just decided. We're starting a band, dammit.


    (site is blacked-out)


    mermaidsandstone  I have entered te world of Sluggy, and come out the other end     ENLIGHTENED     oh wait, i never did come out the other end because ther IS NONE. It s the NEVERENDING COMIC STRIP yay. If ever you hear me say I have no reason to get up tomorrow... u know what to do!


    Leandra No matter how I calculate the things I want and need to do in the days to come, and the time available for doing them, I cannot squeeze Xanga participation into the equation if I want to feel ready to begin another school year. 


    shorttexasperson (all entries deleted or made private)


    sapphirine I'm sorry guys. I have decided online diaries are a bad idea. For me, that is. You never know who else is reading.


    Lil_Princess (newbie left quickly)


    Rebel I am going camping this weekend! WOOHOO!!!


    I will spend the weekend with a bunch of recovering druggies --- We do this every year.  It is fun and Crazy and a little psychotic.


     


    (Rebel was and will remain one of the zaniest Xangeroos ever.  –notforprophet)


    Jasmine (all entries deleted or made private)


    Eyllani  became kelloggs


    Akatiez It's been a while since I've been here but fear not, I'm not gone. 


    NowhereGirl (all entries deleted or made private)


    lynxie and those words would not equal the defening silence of today...


    Broken_Doll This blog is virtually deserted, so methinks it's time to say bye-bye to Xanga and all of the non-existant people who left me non-existant comments.


    midnitecoffee (all entries deleted or made private)


    GodLike   (no indication—just left)


    turtleish Boredom.  That's why I even got one of these weblogs...


    Kymmie (newbie left quickly)


    Wildheart .....I do have a little bit of a routine that keeps me in contact with the passage of time, but today the routine was forgotten and so it really didn't matter what day it was...... 


     


    (a fiery soul, she died shortly thereafter of cancer –notforprophet)


    LiviNg_DeAd_GiRl hope people could get to know me and me get to know you people out there.


    so i guess thats all for now. bah bye :)


    Mystic_Essence Hope my words inspire you too.


    StandsWithaFist (all entries deleted or made private and whited-out) (She was a young friend who left Xanga to return to the real life that she felt Xanga was robbing her of.  –notforprophet)


    Lisa007 ok kids todays lesson is caffiene pills are BAD.


    susanold  (all entries deleted or made private)


    azure_eyes The duality of my bisexual nature has always been fascinating to me.


    patchouli_trip  (no indication—just left-hehe)


     

  • How would you like to have an information technology job with the title Visionary Solutions Architect ??!!


    Killer on a business card, heh?!  Well, this position really does exist at In-Q-Tel !


    Qaulifications? In one sentence: "Commitment to continued understanding of new technologies and their strategic advantages."


    So here’s my pitch, a sample of what I’d envision if I were a Visionary Solutions Architect…


    A gaze-activated hypersonic web-browser!


    What?


    Simply, a web-browser that will precisely track what you’re reading at every moment and provide voice/sound actualization of the content you’re perusing hypersonically, that is, within a narrow cone of sound that will be focused at your ears.  Browser-generated words and music will be heard loudly and clearly by you without any headphone or muffling apparatus but be entirely inaudible to someone standing directly aside of you.


    Oh this is so possible that I’d be surprised if it isn’t already under development.


    Here’s how it will work:


    As you browse, an eyetracking mechanism consisting of a videocamera mounted unobtrusively alongside the computer screen measures the precise x,y coordinate of your gazepoint on the browser’s display.  As you read along, every word is matched by a hyperlinked sound that is simultaneously activated by the eyetracking software and fed into a HSS (hypersonic sound) signal processor which in turn  conveys it to an ultrasonic emitter or transducer that is powered by an ultrasonic amplifier.  The matching, hyper-linked voice or music source is thus converted from a typical sound which is multi-directional into a column or cone of ultrasound which authentically recreates the *original sounds* through energy interactions with the air.  The fully audible sounds within this column of hypersonic sound, however, stay focused and can be heard only within its non-dispersing column.  Basically, you get to focus the sound where you want to (just your ears, for instance) and no where else!  So you could quite conceivably sit at home or at work and blog audibly at ungodly decibels without ever disturbing another soul!


    And here would be a most-amazing feature of this discretionary multi-sensory browsing system: the ability to entrain sound such as music to play only when certain sentences or paragraphs are read—thus having the mood of music playing choreographed precisely with selected text or poetic stanzas. 


    Visionary—yes!
    Imaginary—no!


    Most of the key technology already exists.  For more information on eyetracking technology, see LC Technologies.  For more info on the paradigm-shifting prospects of hypersonic sound, check out American Technology Corporation.  Put them together in a new milieu of sound-embedded hypertext text and you have…voila!  A gaze-activated hypersonic web-browser!


    Now I’m just waiting for In-Q-Tel’s headhunter to make the call.

  • Why is my *now*
    forever always your *yet*?
    We seek a simultaneity
    that time will never beget.
    Though each moment of mine
    blazes as brilliant soul-lightning,
    your grasp of that moment
    is more along the nature of thunder heard.
    And thus by delay beset,
    and with synchronicity, if only by nanoseconds,
    rendered misfit,
    we’d regress to perfect loneliness
    (if rationality would permit).

    Even if we huddled in a near-time
    of sweet bubbling caresses,
    each very moment of self
    would remain an instant separated
    by a fleeting temporal chasm
    interposing between near and far
    like a pane of glass
    between two lovers’ kisses.


    So thus with exactness doomed
    by time and its distancing inventions,
    I shall never know the precise moment of you
    in your timeless immediate bloom.


    Still...
    We can dance:
    Arrange our near-instances
    into a synchronous prance.
    Interlope and leap in tandem,
    knowing that the moments we each have to ourselves
    are, nonetheless, perfectly-matched,
    step for step,
    changing yet changing together,
    in this flurry,
    this romance,
    this collusion of flashing and dashing:
    our dance.

  • Check out my new browser:



    Above: Zoom-out showing (on center wall) the current active browsing page, (on left wall) where I've been browsing, and (on right wall) pages I've pre-fetched for possible future perusal.



    Above: Zoomed to center wall in the 3D mode.  Switching to 2D mode will revert the browser to the conventional browser we're all used to.  Here you can interact with the page as you normally would or pre-fetch links to appear simultaneously on the right wall.



    Above: Panning to left wall from center wall.  This wall keeps a history of pages already visited.  As the wall fills, it can be flipped and flipped to reveal up to the last 32 pages visited.  You can instantly return to any page already accessed.



    Above: Panning to the right wall from the center wall.  This contains your *pre-fetched* pages (either auto or selectively-fetched).  This wall, too, can be flipped, and the number of pages is only limited by your video memory. From this view, clicking on any one selection will bring it front and center for viewing, while double-clicking on it will make it the new center wall page and push the old center wall page to the left wall as *history*.


    Additionally, multiple active and static pages can be made *sticky* on up to 3 *sticky walls* (for a maximum of 48 pages).  These *rooms* then can be saved as a reloadable file, or you can email them to someone with this browser and they can open the room in the same format.


    Pretty neat, eh?!


    It's called the Browse3D Browser and its marketed by Browse3D.   Envisioned as the *next generation* browser, it actually uses reverse plug-ins from Microsoft Internet Explorer 5.5 or above to create a 3D ultra-highly interactive browsing desktop.


    But it isn't for the faint PC at-heart.  Minimum requirements are 128 MB RAM, 4 MB video RAM (but 8 or more preferred), 1024x768 screen resolution, 16M colors, IE 5.5 or above, Microsoft DirectX 7.0 or higher (current version is 8.1 and its a free download from Microsoft), and any Microsoft operrating system (including XP).  In other words, some older PCs may be challenged, but almost all newer PCs should meet the qualifications.


    The price?  The 15-day trial is free while the actual software is $30.


    And, of course, I'd be remiss to mention that Browse3D Inc. was set up directly through venture capital from the CIA with the explicit mandate to create a new generation browser that would meet modern intelligence needs.  So if you want to feel like James Bond while blogging, give it a whirl.

  • Asteroid 2002 EM7 !


    Who?


    Ya know, the Stealth Space Boulder Bomb that secretly slipped past Earth the other day.


    When?


    March 8, 2002 at a distance about that of the moon. But scientists didn’t see it until 4 days later because it came from right behind the sun and it couldn’t be spotted in the blinding light. It snuck up through a literal blindspot, so to speak.


    And if had hit the Earth?


    Splat!


    "If it were over a populated area, like Atlanta, it would have basically flattened it," said Gareth Williams, associate director of the International Astronomical Union Minor Planet Center in Boston, Massachusetts.


    Or it might have released a monster tsunami on a coastal city.


    So this was a big one?


    Nope…


    The rock is considerably smaller than dozens of potential planet killers 1 kilometer in size or larger that lurk in the inner solar system.


    So you're saying that one of these killer rocks could come barreling through this astronomical blindspot undetected and take out the Earth?


    What does it matter? Do you think even if authorities see it coming and it’s going to hit the Earth that they’ll forewarn us anyway?! Hell no. It’s all just probabilities and even if it were probable that it would hit the earth, they’d probably be uncertain precisely where. So what are they going to do, set up a worldwide panic and have everyone jump off of literal and economic bridges in despair? No way. No *early warning* is ever going to go out to the world public unless someone really wants to witness the Final Apocalypse Party-Of-All-Time. So the truth is: if you hear about it, there never was a real danger; and if there’s imminent danger, you probably won’t know till it hits you…Rock-a-bye, baby. Rock-a-bye-bye.

  • Proof that Girls are evil:


     


    First we postulate the fundamental relationship of Girls, Time, and Money:


     


    1) Girls = Time x Money


     


    Of course, we all know that "time is money", hence:


     


    2) Time = Money


     


    Therefore, by substitution of (2) into (1):


     


    3) Girls = Money x Money = Money2


     


    And since "money is the root of all evil" :


     


    4) Money =

     


    By further substitution of (4) into (3), we have:

     


    5) Girls =   


     


    Thus simplifying, we are forced to conclude:


     


    6) Girls = evil 

  • Hello?


    We've been watching you closely.  And you're in a whole lot of trouble.  Better cut the crap now or pay the consequences.


    *click*


    Could I change the world by a simple personal campaign of making the above call anonymously and untraceably to telephone numbers at random? 


    I know your initial reaction might be: But that's just a prank.  But I'm serious.  Wouldn't those who are by merit unhaunted just brush it off?  And might not those who connive secretly to harm others have a second thought and desist?

  • What’s the best milieu in which to obtain an education? I feel it’s one where all "cherished beliefs" are questionable, all "well-groomed systems" suspect, and all biases considered as bunk.


    Unfortunately, until I assumed full responsibility for my own education during my early college years, I was poorly-educated by "educators" whom themselves were misled in holding fast, despite contrary evidence, to "cherished beliefs" slotted into "well-groomed systems".


    In grade school and high school, I was largely taught "the facts" but not how to think. I was deluged with and drilled on a "given body of knowledge" , but not shown the "interesting footnotes" which would, perhaps, have led a thinking youth to re-evaluate the world anew.


    Oh well!  Perhaps the static, ill-informed structure that then managed my early tutelage was simply setting itself up later for my moment of intellectual enlightenment wherein I would reject its samsaric narcissism and embrace the open book of Life. Yep. In college, though like others, I took the mandated coursework and read the textbooks, I also considered the "required tasks" as mere adjunct to my own self-designed core of learning which typically extended far-beyond the reaches of the accumulated syllabi. In practice, I’d often read a good part of the textbooks of courses I would be taking a quarter or semester ahead of enrolling in the classes. By class-time, then, already familiarized with the required texts, I would often embrace additional texts and tomes, sometimes alternative in outlook, whereby I would teach myself, thus extending my knowledge beyond all grading expectations. This pursuit during my college years explained why I so often frequented bookstores, spending lots of scarce bucks to buy six to eight "outside reading" books a week and typically reading half of them.


    Thus prepped in college to think critically and still trying to maintain the stride, it is with great interest that I perused the story behind an internet news item headline the other day which read:


    Historian Presses Claim China Beat Out Columbus


    LONDON (Reuters) - An amateur British historian who has made headlines by contending that the Chinese reached America 70 years before Christopher Columbus has presented new evidence to support his theory.


    If proven true, Gavin Menzies' contentions could prompt a rewriting of some of the most cherished theories in history books, but academics said they were not yet convinced.


    Basically, Menzies claims that Chinese Admiral Zheng He's 107 ship world-class fleet mapped the world between 1421 and 1423 before destroying most of their records and abandoning global seafaring in the mid-15th century. And not only did the Chinese beat Columbus (1492) out in sailing to the "New World" but they were also ahead of the Magellan expedition (1522) in circumnavigating the earth.


    The evidence is still out. The academicians of the Royal Geographical Society are properly skeptical and will remain so at least until Menzies publishes a forthcoming book wherein he promises to reveal the whereabouts in the Carribean of what he claims is Zheng He’s wrecked fleet.


    So we will have a test of evidence-hurray for that! But my gripe (of course, I have a gripe or there would be no where to go with this !) is that this new claim is being popularly presented by the media to establish the Chinese as the true discoverers of the New World instead of  the Italian/Spanish contingent of Columbus/Ferdinand+Isabellawhich is pure crap !  Ever hear of Bjarni Herjólfsson? Okay, to make it easier, Leif Eriksson? They were, of course, the two Vikings, Norsemen, who, in 986 and about 1000 AD respectively, first sighted and then landed upon the shores of North America which they declared Vinland.



    So they were the first "discoverers" of North America preceding both Zheng He and Columbus by over 400 years! But wait…they all found natives. How the hell did natives get there if the cradle of humanity resides in the vicinity of the Tigres-Euphrates valleys? Of course, the first true discovers remain prehistoric and unknown-perhaps forever. haha.


    So how are we to consider the players-Herjólfsson/Eriksson, Zheng He, and Columbus with regards to America’s discovery?


    Let’s get this straight once and for all:


    Herjólfsson/Eriksson   The first modern (historic) discoverers of the New World making Norsemen the first non-indigenous settlers. (Goodbye Columbus)  (And, yes, I know that we all know this, but every Columbus Day, at least, we ought to adamantly reassert this!)


    Zheng He   Possibly (awaiting evidence) the first navigator ever to circumvent the globe (!!), but probably only (awaiting evidence) a modern re-discoverer of the New World, yet the first in the vicinity of the Caribbean and South America. (So Long--mebbe--Magellan)


    Columbus   What can you say? Less notable historically than he and much of modern written history has made him out to be. A third-stringer who should nevertheless be credited with what historians call the Columbian Exchangethe two-way transfers of diseases, plants, animals, and cultures that followed Columbus’s voyages. Diphtheria, measles, smallpox, and malaria traveled to the indigenous peoples of the Americas. Syphilis found its way back to Europe (So you mean that Columbus was just fucking around ?!). And…oh yes…the disease, forced labor, invasion, and conquest imposed by the Europeans caused the deaths of millions of America’s indigenous peoples, in what surely must be considered one of the darkest tragedies of all time.


    And they (the non-Scandinavian Europeans of Columbus’ time) dared to call the Vikings barbarians??

  • I remember once when I was a young whip-her-snap-her and I was paging luridly through the assorted sordities of some old Playboy magazine greedily seeking out my perfect figment of lasciviousness, when I found it: YES! The quintessential Karl Hess (Who’s Karl Hess, you say? Remember the 1964 conservative candidate for president, Barry Goldwater, and his controversially famous "Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice; moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue." speech? Karl Hess was that chief speechwriter! The very same Hess who, following Goldwater’s defeat, became a member of the radical leftist Students for a Democratic Society (SDS), a Vietnam war protestor, and tax resister. Who’s Barry Goldwater, you say? hehe).


    Anyway, in that Playboy article, I remember Hess maintaining that, in actuality, America never needed to worry about a then often-speculated Cold-War Soviet invasion because (and I paraphrase greatly from memory) "Although, in such a scenario, the Soviet tanks would grind aggressively down Main Street in every city in America, the invasion would no doubt grumble to an abrupt halt just as soon as the Russian troops would spot the first McDonald’s restaurant on a cozy corner. There the communist warriors would with predictable certainty dismount and irresistibly feast. And Ronald McDonald would, by merit of that, win the Nobel Prize for Peace."


    Damn. How visionary! So how many McDonald’s are there in terrorist-harboring countries of the Middle East? Surely the solution to terror hungrily stares us like a Big Mac in the face?!


    Yet, despite the role that McDonald’s is hypothetically prepared to play in the dawning of world peace, I cannot overcome my aesthetic bias against it in having the ugliest website of any multinational corporation on the internet. www.mcdonalds.com is the PITS! No, no…don’t go there…come back!!! whew! That was close! Now thank me for saving you from cyber-tastelessness.


    Is enough ever enough? How pervasive is McDonald’s in our world today?


    Eric Schlosser offers some poignant insights in his book, Fast Food Nation: The Dark Side of the All-American Meal:


    The McDonald's Corporation has become a powerful symbol of America's service economy, which is now responsible for 90 percent of the country's new jobs. In 1968, McDonald's operated about one thousand restaurants. Today it has about twenty-eight thousand restaurants worldwide and opens almost two thousand new ones each year. An estimated one out of every eight workers in the United States has at some point been employed by McDonald's. The company annually hires about one million people, more than any other American organization, public or private. McDonald's is the nation's largest purchaser of beef, pork, and potatoes - and the second largest purchaser of chicken. The McDonald's Corporation is the largest owner of retail property in the world. Indeed, the company earns the majority of its profits not from selling food but from collecting rent. McDonald's spends more money on advertising and marketing than any other brand. As a result it has replaced Coca-Cola as the world's most famous brand. McDonald's operates more playgrounds than any other private entity in the United States. It is one of the nation's largest distributors of toys. A survey of American schoolchildren found that 96 percent could identify Ronald McDonald. The only fictional character with a higher degree of recognition was Santa Claus. The impact of McDonald's on the way we live today is hard to overstate. The Golden Arches are now more widely recognized than the Christian cross.


    You see. We need to refocus the wrath inculcated into its youth by the Terror Jihad from a dedication to the total destruction of the Crusading Christian Cross to an embrace of the promised warmth provided belly-wise by the even more obvious Golden Arches. (But let’s tone down the MickeyD website or they’re bound to lose their appetite. )


    Question: What’s the most putrid corporate website you’ll never visit again?

  • “Go to sleep…go deep.
    We’ll be back when
    We need you again,”
    was all that was said.


    Sleeper.


    Deep alone
    Into zone
    Upon zone of cover,
    Awaiting word, awaiting touch
    And the call of the others.


    But no one knew where the Sleeper went.


    Simple somnolence was the standing plan:
    Wait.  Sleep.
    But no one foresaw that the one they chose
    Was a subterranean
    Capable of plunging into the yawning throes
    Of fathomless profoundities:  Oh no, too deep.


    Yet the Sleeper awaits
    The resonating resurrection of the recall
    That never comes.
    Bummer.
    Dream on...


    “We’ve lost him.  He’s gone,”
    Resonates as if an echo imagined.
    “We lost you,”  he almost hears,
    As if a world apart
    Still tethers the line of life
    After all these years.


    Now no one knows
    Where the Sleeper goes,
    Still the Sleeper goes
    On endlessly.

  • I’m just sitting in a coffee shop blogging in shades
    seeking illicit anonymity
    distancing myself from the proximity
    of any and everything ungodly.


    “you can’t run from yourself,
    you can’t run from yourself”
    —can’t help a fish escape from water—
    O what a bother !


    I require a pharmacological intervention
    —given my night vision and the demand for retention—
    Do you want me 24x7?
    So I hide in coffee heaven.


    There’s only one way out of this
    and life itself is all that’s in charge.
    I see the mountain ahead of me,
    and visual-eyes the other side.


    The world has never been flat.
    Rainbows were always proof of that.
    So the bear went over the mountain?
    Well, I’m taking the shortcut through the underpass.


    Darkness within darkness,
    and deep within, I find
    that illicit anonymity
    that the society calls *sin*.


    Yet forever bathed (macro-metaphorically) in sunlight
    I find the world restored.
    This planet is now my lover.
    I won’t treat her like a whore  (no more).

  • Love--what is it?
    It seems I have always expected Love to be psychedelic, not figuratively, but literally mind-altering.  And, indeed, the thrill, when I have found thrill in Love, has been profoundly mind-tripping.


    Ah—so is Love a hallucinogen?
    Precisely right.


    And what drug may that be?
    Not one, but the entwinement of two.


    Two psychoactive drugs?
    No, two drugs, neither of which is psychotropic, but when perfectly mixed, create the ultimate trip.


    And what do you call this? 
    Ayahuasca.


    Ayahuasca?
    Oh yes.


    In Ecuador and Peru this medicine is known as Ayahuasca, a Quechua Indian word meaning, ironically, "vine of the dead". In Columbia and parts of Brazil, the Tupi Indian name Yage (pronounced Ya-hay) is used, and among Amazonia's proliferating mestizo religious cults it is called Daime...


    Entirely natural and born of the earth, then like lovers paired, two plants become magic as they are commingled together.   The Banisteriopsis caapi vine contains harmala alkaloids which alone can act only as a tranquilizer or emetic.  Psychotria viridis bush leaves contain DMT (N, N-dimethyl-tryptamine) which is not orally active unless activated by a  monoamine oxidase (MAO) inhibitor, precisely the role that the harmala alkaloids play.


    So Love is the drug you are thinking of?
    Ayahuasca.


    And that is Love?
    No, it is a vision.


    But you said Love!
    I lied.  I meant healing.


    Healing?
    Listen…


    The Jivaro Indians of the Ecuadorian Amazon believe that witchcraft is the cause of the vast majority of illnesses and non-violent deaths. The normal waking life, for the Jivaro, is simply "a lie," or an illusion, while the true forces that determine daily events are supernatural and can only be seen and manipulated with the aid of hallucinogenic drugs. A reality view of this kind creates a particularly strong demand for specialists, who can cross over into the supernatural world at will to deal with the forces that influence and even determine the events of the waking life.


    These specialists, called "shamans" by anthropologists, are recognized by the Jivaro as being of two types: bewitching shamans and curing shamans. Both kinds take a hallucinogenic drink, whose Jivaro name is natema, in order to enter the supernatural world. This brew, commonly called yage, or yaje, in Colombia, ayahuasca (Inca "vine of the dead") in Ecuador and Peru, and caapi in Brazil, is prepared from segments of a species of the vine Banisteriopsis, a genus belonging to the Malpighiaceae. The Jivaro boil it with the leaves of a similar vine, which probably is also a species of Banisteriopsis, to produce a tea that contains the powerful hallucinogenic alkaloids harmaline, harmine, d-tetrahydroharmine, and quite possibly dimethyltriptamine (DMT). These compounds have chemical structures and effects similar, but not identical to LSD, mescaline of the peyote cactus, and psilocybin of the psychotropic Mexican mushroom.


    When I first undertook research among the Jivaro in 1956-57, I did not fully appreciate the psychological impact of the Banisteriopsis drink upon the native view of reality, but in 1961 I had occasion to drink the hallucinogen in the course of field work with another Upper Amazon Basin tribe. For several hours after drinking the brew, I found myself, although awake, in a world literally beyond my wildest dreams. I met bird-headed people, as well as dragon-like creatures who explained that they were the true gods of this world. I enlisted the services of other spirit helpers in attempting to fly through the far reaches of the Galaxy. Transported into a trance where the supernatural seemed natural, I realized that anthropologists, including myself, had profoundly underestimated the importance of the drug in affecting native ideology. Therefore, in 1964 I returned to the Jivaro to give particular attention to the drug's use by the Jivaro shaman.


      --The Sound of Rushing Water, by Michael J. Harner,  Natural History, July 1968


    So, I don’t get it.  What are you saying?
    I’m returning to the Jivaro.


    For Ayahuasca?
    No, for Love.

  • My techno-dream: to dictate my blogs extemporaneously via wireless web and microphone…while strolling through a cemetery, rolling down the road,  or raving mad to live, to breathe, to shine in a bar or on the surface of Mars.   I’ve got the rudimentary technology: satellite uplink from my laptop, mic, and the latest voice recognition as a new feature in Office (Word 2002) XP.  It would be nice to have xTools take dictation, hehe!  But we have what we have.  Now is it practical  ?


     


    This morning, while showering, these words came to me:


     


    Awakening from a most arousing dream,


    Realizing that I’m direly missing one thing:


    A hard nipple.


     


    I rushed from the shower to transcribe this thought verbally.  Here’s what the Word Wizard of XP thought I was saying:


     


    Political gain from almost arose in green,


    Realizing that empire of the missing one thing:


    Of her lip will.


     


    LOL.  Damn.  Back to the voice imprint module.  But wait…actually, I think I like the imperfectly transcribed stanza better!  I think what I thought was *voice dictation* is actually a *poetry translation* tool.  So I’m in business.  Here goes …*All in Green Went My Love Riding*,  by e.e. cummings:


     


    All in green when my love writing


    on a great wars of golden
    to this overdone.


     


    for the nouns crouch loads minding


    they married your ran before.


     


    They to behave in dappled dreams


    this with sweet theatre


    And the raiders the year.


     


    But for renewal at Whitewater


    the gruel you will sing for.


     


    Here’s the *unimproved* original:


    All in green went my love riding
    on a great horse of gold
    into the silver dawn.


    four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
    the merry deer ran before.


    Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
    the swift sweet deer
    the red rare deer.


    Four red roebuck at a white water
    the cruel bugle sang before.


    I love Office XP—it just poetized my world!


         "A line of often 60—inches with highs mile world."

  • Frankly Harlot, I don’t give a damn.


     


    Taking a look around the more prominent xanga, what do I see?


     


    A wholly-staley-predictable-one-word-titled-three-paragraphed-sermoned-James, though content-rich,  besieged by an apparently undying love-fest (which he secretly loves to detest) , and a fairestc  both content- and formulaicly-rich rising astrologically-endowed to the happenstance of the quixotically-missing VeryModern for whom the most-accumulated eProps  in all of Xangdom were not enough to keep her blogging unlitigatively…(yet in the stars, didn’t she see it coming??)  And the TheHorseTheYouRode finally being a horse that can be ridden (but who am I kiddin?) cause Riottgyrrrl is still all a-swirl  with frantic bubbling vibrancies (mixed-in with girlish niceties) and zoodom in her caged-rage can still tear-up a page of solemn bloggliness but leave it with a sweet caress  and on and on and on…


     


    So where does that leave me?   Ha ha ha…frankly harlot !!!!


     


    Or… to put it most simply, middling.  Yep, I’m just middling.  And that is just fine with me—just where I want to be.  Because, you see, I have broken my xanga addiction (without quitting!) and have embraced this realization:  I don’t need it, it doesn’t need me.   So that leaves me... free ... to write for myself!  To write where, when, and how I want to—with no precise audience, no “community-consciousness” in mind.  To write with really nothing to say to no one unless to posterity unborn, or lost souls torn from the grips of death, almost bereft of life, but now returned with a chance to revamp, or pitter-patter souls who hop-skip daintily through the cyber-codecs knowing well that slumbering down a lazy river is preferable to a tormentous ride through rapids of duress. 


     


    Ah!  Just floating in the matrix along the fringes so sweet…And what lovely company I keep!

  • Nice try, Tom Ridge (Homeland Security Chief), but your first attempt at creating a color-coded U.S. threat advisory system to provide “a national framework and a common vocabulary” to deal  more effectively with the threat of terrorism is, in my opinion, a bureaucratic flop and deceit.


     



     


    First, we’re pegged at *Yellow* or *Elevated* risk right now.  Until Terrorist War I is won, who expects the risk to be lowered?  Nope, we start at *Yellow* and only go up.  By the time that a *Blue* (Guarded) or *Green* (Low) risk is appropriate, nobody will give a rat's ass about this proposed advisory system anymore.


     


    Second, officials have said that the public will not always be informed when the threat level changes.  What the fuck?!  The rationale for not always informing the public includes the speculation that while sometimes making a threat level public could deter terrorists, at other times, a heightening of the threat level could tip terrorists off that they are under surveillance.  Nice fucking-public service Jack-bureaucrat.  In other words, disinforming the public will be considered a potential tactic for providing the terrorists with false confidence about their self-perceived covertness.  So Tom (the Ridge) Homeland could be flashing us a go-ahead caution (Elevated) light when we should be stopping at a red light (Severe).  Of course, the terrorists, not seeing a stop light either, proceed through the intersection and collide with the rest of us scampering cautiously through. 


     


    Third, while the colors are sublimely suggestive of severity due to their consistency with our traffic regulation system (red=stop, yellow=caution, green=go), the accompanying terminology is unrichly insipid and unsuggestive of an appropriate response.


     


    But since this plan is open to public comment for 45 days prior to its finalization, here’s my alternative: The Peep’s Alert Plan


     



     


    Legend:


     


    Red:  not *What The Fuck?* but alternatively *World Trade Fuckup* (again) or, more proactively, *World Terrorist Fucking*


    Orange: not *Shit Outta Luck* but *Snuff Out the Losers* (terrorists)


    Yellow: not *Son Of a Bitch* but *Send Our Bombs*


    Blue: not *Cut The Crap* but *Could Take Centuries*


    Green: not *Rolling On the Floor Laughing* but *Remember Our Forfeited Liberties*


     


    So, to which do you better relate?


     


    ...update: for more of this, slip-on over to seanmeister's 

  • What if the seeming erudition and profoundity of a blog is simply inversely proportional to its actual understanding of Life?


     


    The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center will never be missed in terms of exemplar architecture.  For though awesome in extent, they were imposing monstrosities bludgeoning all refined appreciations of stylistic sensitivity.  And the extant, though damaged, spherical sculpture from it representing *Peace*, though now reverenced and held as symbolically significant, is, artistically, merely a piece of junk.


     


    I’ve discovered that writing a constantly haranguing and incessant spew of blogs devoid of invention and humor is tantamount to blogicide. And reading them is comparable to listening to Sunday morning TV sermons while secretly pondering incest with the whore next door.  So dang me, dang me, you oughta take a rope and hang me…


     


    I like Faeries.  I’m a Faerie too! 


     


    Does the above proclamation sound gay or lighthearted?  Well, if one really knew about Faeries, then one would realize that such could verily be pronounced as if one were a simian saying *I like monkeys.  I'm a monkey too!* ...while actually being King Kong.

  • i don't care if it rains or freezes
    long's i got my plastic jesus
    sittin on the dashboard of my car

    comes in colors, pink and pleasant,
    glows in the dark cuz it's irridescent,
    take it with you when you travel far

    get yourself a sweet madonna,
    dressed in rhinestones, sittin on a
    pedestal, of abalone shells

    doin ninety, i ain't scary
    cuz i got the virgin mary
    assurin' me, that i won't go to hell...

    get yourself a sweet madonna,
    dressed in rhinestones, sittin on a
    pedestal, of abalone shells

    doin ninety, i ain't scary
    cuz i got the virgin mary
    assurin' me, that i won't go to hell...


       --author last seen doin ninety.

  • Good friends, good food, good drink, good times.


    A daily reality for many of you. Yet, mostly near always, an elusive phantasm for me.


    If life were not so precious, a dangerous experiment would be in order.


    But precisley such has transpired.  Awash in a torrent of my own misspent energy, I drank myself drunk last night and unmetaphorically lost my mind. 


    I expected to find my mind again today, reclaiming *my high* as I always have in the past.  But in a world of change, everything lasts for never.  And it seems I have just had the greatest luck: no luck of recall at all.  So I now see my world with fresh tourist eyes.  And I'm filled with a sense of hope and newness rippling with wonderment.  And I'm re-dedicating myself to the service of Life in all of its mysterious manifestations. 


    Rebirth comes in many forms when it comes. And it comes.  Believe it.  I'm one day old today.

  • I have looked, born again by Zen
    into the Void
    which is my Mother's heart
    which is my Mother's soul.


      --prayer I say whenever I'm anxiety-ridden at a men's public urinal and unable (otherwise) to pee

  • To  know truly in the mind that you are loved,
    yet to feel nothing as the recipient: 
    do  you have any idea how impossibly hard that is to make-believe?

  • I've never done an orgy,
    Don't think I ever will,
    For having just read the following,
    I'll just bypass that thrill:


    Longest Daisy Chain
    The holder of this dubious record is the American slipper snail (Crepidula fornicata—the scientific name alone should clue you in on their kinky predilections). All slipper snails begin life 100% male. The chain begins when a young snail reaches sexual maturity, becomes stricken with ennui, and attaches itself permanently to some fixed object. At the same time it undergoes a complete identity crises and becomes female. Shortly afterward, another male snail comes along, then mounts and copulates with the first one. It, too, abandons the motile life and remains in permanent copulatory union with the first one for the remainder of their lives. A third snail then comes along and mounts this second snail, which in turn becomes female. This procedure continues until there are up to fourteen individuals in the perpendicular chain.


      --sexualrecords.com


    Talk about *settling down*?!  Damn, if this isn't total commitment!!  But kinky, too.  As the final male gets to screw 13 females (at least in terms of propagative energy) who were certainly just shortly before the very same guys who used to drink snail beer and hang-out Friday nights at the snail-bar, playing cards and joking about how much it is entirely a "guys' world" 

  • Just more of the same *THE BOX* malaise.  Problems, problems since the latest "changing the rack super server upgrade".   This will only affect Premium members, so most of Xanga should be unconcerned.  This is just a note, in case someone who can do something is blogging by.  Thanks so much to all of you who worked so hard to get *THE BOX* (which I believe serves as the key reinforcer of blogging addiction) reimposed despite the Xangods reservations.


  • The young men... are doing absolutely shocking things, and there's no excuse for it.  For there are very fine-looking girls available at the brothels.  And you can see them standing there outside, breast bared in the bright sunshine, almost naked and lined up conveniently one after another.  From these anybody can pick out a favorite: skinny or fat; curvy, lanky, or bent over; young or old; firm or lush...These girls just about drag you in, calling the old men "Daddy," and the younger ones "Lover Boy."  And you can have her, cheap and without any risk, available day and evening--and any way you want her.


       --Xenarchus, Athens, 549 BC


    Absolutely shocking things?  What?  Are they playing with their own wee-wees?  Or with each others' see-me wee-wees?  Are they conspiring to go off to war?  Or dirtying their minds with magnificences of numbers dancing postulates and theorems to match the trance of celestial spheres humming high above?  Or like good, would-be zoologists, are they exploring the intricate anatomy of sheep? Or philosophizing so scandalous as to corrupt all youth?  Or are they in drunken debauchery strewn about vomit-filled gutters so uncouth?  Are they stealing girls panties and stuffing them in rabbit holes and screwing the holes in the ground? Or are they engaged in cultish musings about the pompous possibilities for power and becoming Alexandrian masters of the world someday?  Or worse yet, are they enraptured by visions of sitting and writing and pushing their words somehow blogly into space?   YES!  That's it!  That's it!  And there's no excuse for it....

  • All day long I have switched between two Xanga accounts.  Why? Because one is Premium (with the Current Site Data Box--"The BOX") and one is Standard (no Current Site Data Box).  And guess which one has been trouble free?  And guess which one has been besieged by chronically failed loads?


    notforprophet's Premium account:


     


    *end of page load* --> on the damn failed *BOX*


    That's right.  I don't like to knock Xanga, but Premium sucks on days like today.  At least, before when everybody had "THE BOX" and the "THE BOX" caused difficulties, everyone was affected.  Now, only the paying-Pemium goodhearts seem to get slammed because Xanga only returned *THE BOX* to Premium sites.  Thanks a lot for this *feature*.  Now Xangods, I beseech you: fix it, let me turn it off like the Xangalympics blurb, or allow me to return to a less problematic Standard account with partial credit to my bank account.


    Update: It's 11:11 PM.  As I sat here freshly reviewing this post, the page suddenly refreshed with *THE BOX* gone!  Somebody's listening?  Or just a coincidence?

  • Besides crushing organs, it is being said by some that the thermobaric bombs being used are causing earthquakes.  How very feminine. Shakti/Parvati -like.


    I have felt that force tonight.

  • The Komment Revolution: Day Two


     


    The transformation has begun.  The informational enrichment of comments with graphical inclusions is beginning to catch on.  Xanga’s available bandwidth will not be impacted.  According to seanmeister,  


    “For the record - this trick has ZERO impact on Xanga's server load.”    


    Moreover, the meister also observes: “And the technique uses the hyperlink tag....


    Please restrict HTML in the Comments to bold, italic, underline, and hyperlinks.  (Xangods edict) “


    So it’s a revolution empowered by our own Xangan constitution!


    Will the Xangods follow Raw_Flame’s flaming attack on me and panic?  They shouldn’t.  Graphical comments are another reason to get Premium (though you can go non-Premium and reference non-Xanga graphics, too) so that your creations gang tightly from one source.  What happens when I run out of 10 Mb of graphical storage?  Will I need to delete old pics or will Xanga sell additional space?  From a biz perspective, that should be a no-brainer for them.


    Some reflections of the newly-empowered graphical comment:


     


    It was inevitable.  Eventually blogs will be readily inclusive of sound and video, too.  Technology is burgeoning to accommodate just this.  For Xanga to recant and disallow this extension of expressiveness would herald the beginning of the end of Xangadom.


     


    It’s fun.  I’m already planning ahead with future commenting graphics.  I intend to eventually have a whole library of them that I can draw upon.  It just might make commenting even more attractive than posting as a form or self-expressionism.


     


    It’s additive.  It doesn’t need detract from a written comment that can accommodate it.  Rather, it offers the possibility of word and image synergy, like ancient Chinese scrolls where characters and  imagery danced together.


     


    It can be terribly convenient.  In those instances where you’d like to comment broadly but just don’t have the time, or besieged by writer’s block can’t devise a sensible comment on the spot, leaving your own personalized graphic (something more than just two eProps or a smiley face) gives more credence of your thoughfulness.


     


    It’s simple. Once I’ve selected or created my image and uploaded it to Xanga Premium (I know there are other repositories, but why not toss in some homey support?!), and I’m prepared to leave a comment, I:


     


    1)      Leave any written comment first.


    2)    Then click on the Edit HTML selector above the comment box.


    3)    Copy and paste the proper html graphical comment code in.


    4)    Click off the Edit HTML selector to see how the comment will appear when posted.


    5)    Submit.


     


    Step 3 above, of course, is the essential ingredient.  Again, thanks to seanmeister for pointing the way.  To give you an example, the code I’ve been using looks like this:


     


    <A style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i.xanga.com/notforprophet/comment2.gif); WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-DECORATION: none"></A>


    <A style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i.xanga.com/notforprophet/aniself.gif); WIDTH: 70px; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-DECORATION: none"></A>


     


    …where the WIDTH and HEIGHT matches the image’s in pixels. But not to worry, if the width/height isn’t exact, at Step 4 above you can grab the corner of the graphic and shrink or enlarge it as appropriate.  Cool.


     


    So onward into Day 2, my Krazy Kommenteers!  Things can only get more interesting from here on…


     

  • Power to the Peeps—La Revolución es aqui!


     


    Xanga blogs have traditionally been one-sided with the possibility of graphics in the post, but with the allowance for comments consisting only of words.  This is not to belittle words—(oh words, that are the expressors of life’s breath itself) .  But posts have always been words+ capable and that has endowed the post with potentially more majesty—a patriarchal or matriarchal quality by which the conferral of graphical info, awareness, or prettiness was brought to the blog only by the writer herself and never by her interacting peeps.


     


    Well, Viva La Revolución, for the Peeps are now graphically empowered too!


     


    Whether the technique  was devised by seanmeister (as I  would uncritically credit), or merely further popularized by him (as he suggests), comments have now passed into the world of graphics as sure as the silent screen of movies progressed inexorably into “talkies”.   Yes!   And I, for one, will run strong and henceforth become a *graphical commenter*, mixing words with pics in my comments to you to enrich our experience of interactivity, render the matriarchal/patriarchal stance obsolete, and reinstate Xanga as a truly peer-to-peer empowered society.


     


    This is all so new that I’m still rolling with ideas as how to proceed, but tentatively, my new approach to commenting will consist of:


      


    1)  The traditional comment consisting of words and/or exclamations.


    2)  A *signature graphic* representing my avatar—which may change daily.


    3)  A special graphic appropriate to the post, if merited.  In extra exceptional cases, this may consist of a graphic especially designed to match the excellence conveyed in the post.


     


    But, of course, to all of this, there is a dark side:  The renegade with no interest in enriching a post, who would, for instance, publish pornography in a comment just to harass and disrupt.   Graphics can be a lot more like *sticks and stones*  though names alone might never seem to hurt as much.

  • I spent a good part of last Halloween Night 2001  alone and locked in a full-moon’s lit cemetery.  I could not have been higher, as I was well-provisioned with a backpack containing my laptop with wireless uplink for mobile blogging, a flashlight, and beer.  Two words can aptly describe that experience: surreal and serene.


     


    I entered while the cemetery was yet open during daylight—around 3 in the afternoon (knowing it would close at 5:30 PM) .   It was a warm fall day, an exceptional day with the temperature reaching about 65F  under clear skies.  There were plenty of visitors, hikers, joggers, dog-walkers, and strollers about.  To the public, Lakeview Cemetery, Cleveland, OH on such days is as much a park and public attraction as it is a burial ground.  So a good crowd on a warm day in the fall was wholly expected.  And it was great for me, too, since I knew I could just mix in, find a comfortable mausoleum to hide in or about, drink beer, get inspired, write, and wait the day out.


     


    As it grew later in the afternoon, the swarm of visitors began to thin.  By 5 PM, it was clear to me that those then happening to pass near my hidden nook on the western face of a well-landscaped hill in the middle of the park were heading for the exits posthaste.  How easy it was for them to play during the day.  But the prospects of a spending a Halloween night tight with the dead….well, most of them sped with dread from that quickening eventuality.  Oh, I’m sure, that most didn’t consciously “flee”.  Rather, they had “something else to do”.  Hand out candy.  Go to a costume party.  Go make dinner.  Not me.   I had only one thing to do.  Wait.  And watch the sun set in front of me in the west.  Then let the rising full moon cast its soft pallor upon my still living flesh in this transform of lost caresses…


     


    Nightfall.  No unlost souls remained.  Perfect calm.  Ghosts?  Not a one.  So pacificly fearless was I feeling: as ready to live as I was ready to die.    I felt pre-historic as if in Paradise alone, or upon a walkabout in some sort of untouchable Sanctuary.  Dare I admit I felt godly?  So alive in being the master of the moment: inviting death but defying all ground.   Having established this, my preternatural awareness, what others might otherwise deem as eerie, seemed only natural—the Golden Eternity—to me.  Yet…still… how strange to find nothing strange around! 


     


    Until I ventured halfway down the hill and discovered a certain grotesque half-shriveled juniper tree.  Half as in left-half only entirely devastated—the right-half was superbly unblemished and endowed quite luxuriantly.  It had the look of evil—half alive, half dead.  It had that look.   And then quite unexpectedly…it besieged my head.  My inner mind was overwhelmed by an endless blather of incomprehensible imagery.  And I swear, I had to use all my willpower to resist a summons to climb onto the decayed boughs of that tree.  Why?  “to rest, to dream, to sleep”.  Did I fear it?  No.  “then climb, then climb into death’s sweet succor”  it chatted wordlessly.  Like a ship within a hurricane, so did I find myself swept up in a dark energy begging, seducing, demanding my surrender.  From the vantage point of this world’s space and time, I was losing and had lost my mind.  And mindless before it, I stood glaring. At the Enemy, the damnation of all eternity, and I shivered from toes to head. 


     


    Yet the calmness of the cemetery was otherwise undisturbed.  And reflecting upon that, I realized that the souls of all the bodies here placed had fully transcended on: 


    There are spirits of spirits, you know.  And spirits of spirits of spirits, and on and on and on....


    There are ghosts who dream they die only to become  ghosts!  And there are just such merely dream ghosts who themselves dream of even more nether selves. 


    And on...and beyond. It's so gentle at it's final unravelment. Like a skeleton key turning in a bedroom door lock just before going to bed. And such dreams from which one never awakens.


    They had lived, they had learned, and were gone.  They weren’t any more interested, if even anymore aware, of the darkness of this park than you or I are of some baseball-sized asteroid hurling through the far reaches of some yet-undiscovered spiral galaxy.  And it was my reflection upon this transcendental serenity which allowed me to break my gaze and turn away from that surreal tree-sprite purveying my vitality.


     


    So down the hill I pranced, dancing from one grave to the next, free as free can be.  Stopping here and there  to read an epitaph or two in the moonlight’s glow, take a piss, and re-emerge (by hopping the gate) into *reality*.  What was the reality way back then?  Remember the War on Terror?  Yes, the same war that today  has carried eight more Americans to and yet beyond the “darkness of the park”.   Terror and its war: the essence of true living fright/flight/fight in the night.

  • We've got the blistery, blustery, wintry, unwanted, midwestern weather blues!


    But as you can see from my nfpcam above(disclaimer, IExplorer browsers only!) , I'm not out in it.  Rather, in a dental office finishing touches on the new PCs and networking I've installed. 


    I'll be here awhile today, drop a line if you come by.  I'll be checking comments and wave *hi* between my snorts of laughing gas

  • 404 Things About Me...


    I thought I'd despise making the *list* but as I processed it, the form became semi-addictive.  I could have gone on with more and more and more...lol   Reminds me of the time as a youth when a couple of buddies of mine and myself sat around a table on a Friday night drinking beer from 1/4-ounce miniature German stein cups.  Everytime we would refill, we'd have to propose a new and inventive toast.  Of course, the point was to refill as quickly as possible and toast with such propelling robust so as to keep the beer ever-flowing into our guts.  Toast after toast after toast was proposed and celebrated.  We must have toasted a thousand times that night, beginning each toast however (e.g., "to the best neverending simplicity in contemplating comlexity", "to the best  singular most inspiring moment of truth apprehension", "to the best..." ) but always ending the toast with "but never the last!"   Never the last!  We intended to go on forever toasting, toasting until--nay, beyond the moment when we would all vomit into oblivion. And in some way, even as departed friends, perhaps, we have.  (In the midst of our gala toast marathon, when we were already all quite drunk, the mother of one of my buddies entered the room and was aghast at the sight of us "playing beer with little teacups".  "Look at you" she said, "All you are doing is drinking and pissing, drinking and pissing".  Of course, this set off a whole new round of toasts to both of those activities )


    So though I dreaded beginning the list, once underway, the "never the last" mentality kicked in.  "Blog on with the best joyous rumble of revealing perpetuations...but never the last!"


    Thank gawds there's a limit to how long a blog can be and remain postable (with the 202 list I think I was approaching it) or who knows how endless would become the revelry.


    By the way, the *code* embedded in that list below that served as a *true-false* qualifier was this:


    Some sentences seem to end like this.
    While others seem to simply end like this


    (I'm sure some of you quickly picked up on that ;-D )


    Okay.  So I have a serious question.  Is it just me, or does the object in this photo appear to be gay? :O



    On the way home from work last night, I stopped at a bar, needed to take a piss, was whizzing away at the urinal, when I looked down and realized I was pissing into the open aperture of this.  It cracked me up so much that I almost pissed on myself.  I know, I know: "just drinking and pissing, drinking and pissing".  Ah!  But never the last....

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