Month: May 2004

  • 7+ miles more ran today, 22 in the last three days.  What’s the aftermath?  I’m not tired, not sore.  Actually, feeling rather relaxed, refreshed, and calm.  I stretch out and lean my head against the base of a granite obelisk commemorating the death of 3 post-civil war siblings, close my eyes, and soak up intermittent sun.  Dimming, they say.  Our take on the sun is a’dimming.  So maybe I’m overcompensating by spending so much time outdoors under it.  Perhaps I’m just a solar junkie allowing the sun to get me drunk with a beer as my witness.  As I sink into the trance of irradiating rays, I find myself mind-melded, oddly enough, with Napoleon.  What a strange little bird he.  Ah, but what a sense of command!  And just as I'm starting to make his acquaintance, Zzzz-i-p: there goes Napolean as bizarrely back to the blue as howfrom he stumbled in.  I sip more of the sun and trance-out again and become subtlelized into an interrogatory alternate reality where incorporate scouts sailing upon incoming photons query me concerning my involvement with humanity.  But a 40 mile-per-hour gust of wind whips up and nearly steals the laptop off my lap and thereby summons me back to terrestrial concerns.  There’s a windstorm now so I unbatten my aesthetic hatches and let it rush over and over and over me.  With eyes closed once again, still sipping sun,  I synthesize the rush of wind, the leaf-howl of wind-whipped nearby trees, and a forgetfulness for anything more than a moment old into a swirling synesthesia that affords me a perfect sense of place and a total sense of ease.


  • Memorial Observations



    Not one of ours, definitely not one of ours.



    This little piggy went to market...



    Deva modeling a grass-web earring



    What significance the tossed decanter/pouch?



    At first, I thought this was just a strange ornament...



    ...but gently shaking it proved otherwise.

  • What are you going to do when the bitches ain’t got no love?
    What are you going to do when the dudes wage war like a sport?


     


    I really do believe that were gripped by a war culture that’s bereft of love.
    I believe we’re collectively deeper into the muck than we can rake.


     


    I just finished running.  60 miles over the last two weeks.  *whew*


     


    Science magazine yesterday reported that the Earth is getting dimmer—significantly so—each year now, and especially so once again since the year 2000.  Actually what they mean to say is that the sky is getting dimmer from the earthbound perspective while the Earth is actually getting brighter (reflecting more sunlight) as seen from space.  Friends, this is a serious problem.  I suggest you stock up on batteries soon.


     


    I could have been at a pool party today (now), but I’m seriously enjoying my solitude instead counting renegade satellites of love orbiting about my head.


  • This is just one of about 10 posts a second that's churning out on Xanga at this very moment.  That's 36,000 an hour.  Escape velocity is only 25,000 miles per hour.


    Ground Control to Major Tom....


     "Computers in the future may weigh no more than 1.5 tons."
    Popular Mechanics, forecasting the relentless march of science, 1949



    "I think there is a world market for maybe five computers."
    Thomas Watson, chairman of IBM, 1943



    "I have traveled the length and breadth of this country and talked with the best people, and I can assure you that data processing is a fad that won't last out the year."
    The editor in charge of business books for Prentice Hall, 1957



    "But what ... is it good for?"
    Engineer at the Advanced Computing Systems Division of IBM, 1968, commenting on the microchip.



    "There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home."
    Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp., 1977

  • Strange coincidence...



    The day after posting my Dreamland stomping coordinates here, a girl turns up during my 4-mile run today with a cot, blankets, and pillows at the base of the monument where I usually do my post-run writing.  Well, at least she's writing.  hrmmm....


    I asked and she's not a blogger.  Isn't even using a laptop.  Has something in her hands that scribbles.  Strange indeed.


    Update: I can't concentrate now.  I'm going to run some more and seek enlightenment.

  • Just some odds and ends...



    The green outline is the boundary of Lake View Cemetery which I call 'Dreamland'.
    The orange ring is the largest fluent loop I could run if I cared to - about 3 miles.
    The inner dark blue loop is the course I usually run - 1.4 miles which I repeat x3, x4, x5, or more times.
    The red star is where I always begin and end.


    Often after running, I sit at the base of the Jeptha Wade (1811-1890) obelisk (red star!) and write/blog using my cellular phone as the wireless modem for my laptop.  I just realized yesterday that Wade was the founder of Western Union and, of course, it was a Western Union internal memo in 1876 that predicted; "This 'telephone' has too many short comings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. This device is inherently of no value to us."  heh


    Memorial Day is the hugest holiday for Dreamland.  Go wonder!  All week long the ground crew has been working overtime to get the grounds looking good.  After Memorial Day, the grounds remain open until 'dusk' for the rest of the summer months.  I love the fuzziness of the notion of 'dusk'.  Imagine going out on a date and someone tells you they'll be there to meet you precisley at dusk!  "...and what time will that be?"  mwuahaha

  • Attorney General Ashcroft said at a news conference two days ago that "credible intelligence, from multiple sources, indicates that al Qaeda plans to attempt an attack on the United States in the next few months. . . .This disturbing intelligence indicates…”


     


    Is this the same ‘credible intelligence’ that gave us a slam-dunk assurance on the stockpiling of civilization-threatening weapons of mass destruction (WMDs) in Iraq—the prime rationale most Americans accepted as justifying a pre-emptive invasion in the first place?  Is this the same ‘credible intelligence’ that led Bush to declare “Mission Accomplished” in Iraq over a year ago only to have the situation deteriorate acceleratingly since?  Is this the same ‘credible intelligence’ that maintains that the Abu Ghraib scandal was limited to only low-ranking ignorant MPs with no implications up the chain of command?  Is this the same ‘credible intelligence’ that has been unable to locate and apprehend Osama— who has been driving a Porsche around the downtown streets of Rome for the last two weeks? (And if this ‘credible intelligence’ would snicker at my claim, I say: Prove that he hasn’t ).


     


    Uncredible Stupidity.  What’s ‘disturbing’ is that once again administration officials are trying to manipulate our fears and emotions to bolster their own shaky standing and cover their pimple-pussing asses.  Oh, there’s a threat alright, a big one, but it’s been looming around for months-nothing new.  Even the Bush administration itself is crumbling with internal dissension over this latest PR ploy:


    A Homeland Security Department spokesman, Brian Roehrkasse, reiterated yesterday that his agency has not seen any change in the ''steady stream of threat reporting."


    ''We do not have any new intelligence or specific information about Al Qaeda planning an attack," he said.


     -CNN


    ‘Multiple sources’ within the administration itself cannot even agree over the manner and timing of this supposed ‘revelation’.  If it’s so momentous, why haven’t they raised the Threat Level?  Why didn’t this warning come from Tom Ridge, Chief of Homeland Security, as it is supposed to, instead of by the Attorney General spouting off?


     


    I'd write it off as a headlines-grabbing ‘boy-who-cries-wolf’ game…if it weren’t politics.  Which is war by other means.

  • I’m tree-ripe and ready for plucking
    but don’t toss me into any old basket


    I want only from your hands to mouth


    to pass, to only last


    until your teeth and tongue


    render me nourishment.
    shhh!…don’t say a word—just pluck:


    let reward be your lusty encouragement.


  • Discourage Theft of Your  Blog Content


    Here's a nice snippet of code that I've just placed in my 'Input your own Header HTML' section of Look and Feel to make copying posted content more difficult.  I haven't tested it in any browser other than IE, but at least in IE  1) it makes left mouse-click selection (for purposes of copying) unavailable, 2) it makes IE's 'Edit, Select All' menu function (which would then allow you to 'Edit, Copy') dysfunctional, and 3) it makes a right click anywhere reload your page (thus discouraging 'rightclick-Save Picture As...').



    Credit goes to blogring.net -- and someone called 'glamourgal'.
    (You may want to go there to copy this since you may now find it difficult to copy it here  )


    This has been a public service of the NotForPilfering Network.

  • I really like the movie Braveheart (by Mel Gibson).  But it has come to my attention that the central plot device of the movie,  the institution of jus primae noctis meaning 'law (or right) of the first night', never really existed as the law of any land.  In the movie, this ‘right of first night’ was conceived by the British occupiers of Scotland as a pre-emptive strategy to undermine Scottish rebellion.  If the British lords could impregnate Scottish virgins on their wedding night, the thinking went, many of the future first sons of Scotland would have blood loyalties to the British lords, and hence, would be less likely to become seditious. 


     


    Of course, in the movie, this grotesquely pre-emptive gambit backfires when Braveheart’s new bride, in protesting this doctrine, dies at the hands of the British lord pursuing it. And Braveheart, in vengeance, then transforms from a pacifist into the premier terrorist that will lead to England’s eventual undoing and Scotland’s independence. 


     


    But Braveheart is an old movie—why do I now bring this up?  Simply, Bush’s 2002 Doctrine of ‘Preventive War’ has a sinisterly-related logic behind it: invade before the ‘opposition’ has a chance to organize and pose a threat.  Then lace the invaded country with ‘democracy’ (impregnate with democracy?!) and make it a moral ally ever-after.  And a sinisterly-related outcome: Arab ‘terrorists’ are being born-again in record numbers who otherwise might have been unfriendly but not hostile activists.


     


    I only hope that an Arab counterpart to Braveheart remains unborn.  Oops.  Too late.  Some say it’s Osama.


     


    In the spirit of Abu Ghraib, if/when we capture Osama, should we have Rumsfeld make Osama and Saddam pose in humiliating sex-acts with each other?  Sure, that would teach those Arab pricks to fuck with us (or should I say, fuck without us?).


     


    So now Bush (in his speech last night) has offered to raise the Abu Ghraib prison facility.  I imaginatively bet there’s a brand new joke going around the Middle East in response to this: “Is that raising it after or before the removal of the remaining inmates?”


     


    It’s a real shame that we are losing the propaganda war in the Middle East.  But it doesn’t have to be that way.  I think that we could demonstrate to the many doubting Arabs disgruntled by our pretensions of 'prevention' and our  propaganda folly that we are, indeed, contrite by posing in compromising sex acts with each other.  Yes, personally, as an American, I’m all for that.  Any takers?


     


    Okay, that’s too radical.  Then why don’t we initiate a new reality TV show called “Tortured” that shows the TV-watching world (and who doesn’t watch except me?) how to make a competitively rewarding game out of submission?  Make it out of Abu Ghraib and get a date with a hot babe!


     


    No?  Right.  So…in a spirit of flowering friendship, why don’t we mass produce and distribute in the Middle East ‘Suicide Bomber Kiddie Training Kits’  that would-be child terrorists can strap-on and release their angst by rehearsing how to      …no, no, don’t press that button—that one’s really live…oh shit.


     


    But we have no Exit Strategy!  We need an Exit Strategy.  So what to do?


     


    Turn to Google for enlightenment, of course.


     


    Let’s play Google War:


     


    hits for…


     


    “Arab capitalism”         28


    “Arab socialism”       2890


    Oops…let’s put that on the backburner.


     


    “Arab pacifists”               3


    “Arab terrorists”     29700



    Holy Single Digits, Batgirl!


     


    “Arab democracy”          8750
    ”Arab monarchy”             555
    ”Arab dictatorship”         554
    ”Arab dictatorships”      2780


    We got ‘em beat!  Democracy it is.  But we’ll have to get rid of the terrorists first since:


     


    "Arab terrorists" (29,700) + “Arab socialism" (2890) + “Arab dictatorships" (2780)


    (= 35370, henceforth called “the Dark Coalition”)


     


    Is greater than:


     


    “Arab pacifists” (3) + “Arab capitalism” (28) + “Arab democracy" (8750)
    (= 8781, henceforth called “the Light Coalition”)


     


    But the “Dark Coalition” – “Arab terrorists”  (35370-29700= 5670) <  “the Light Coalition” .  Victory!!

     Hrmmm…I’m frightening myself—I sound like George Bush.


     


    But wait: If we “find Osama” (19000) + “capture Osama” (9830) and add that to the “Light Coalition” (19000 + 9830 + 8781 = 37611) then we can defeat the “Dark Coalition” (35370) without negating the “Arab terrorists” in the funky riddance of Preventive War. 


     


    So here’s the Exit Strategy: Go back and capture Osama and then get the hell out of there.  Democracy in the Middle East will "find a way" without us like Life did in "Jurrasic Park" (the "Malcolm Doctrine").   Install Osama on a deserted South Sea Island, invite all the terrorists to rescue him, and when they all convene upon the island (offer free airfare) …KAPOW!!!


     


    Ha!  Upon reflection, the only thing more frightening than sounding like George Bush is sounding like the Looseness of Doom.  

  • So . . .



    am I an exhibitor...or an exhibition?




    From sayyadina's...'Get your warning label' :








    xanga is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.
    N
    POISON


    Username:
    From Go-Quiz.com

  • What matters it when I'm dead
    How many Reese's cups
    Passed through my mouth
    And entered my head?
    The peanut's gone!  The peanut's gone!

  • I don't have the answers...





    Clarification (so you know what your looking at): Blogger and Blogspot are really the same entity.  Blogger's the frontend and Blogspot's the hosting backend of the Great Google Blogging venture.


    1) Blogger and Xanga danced closely all through 2003 (top chart).  But in mid-January 2004, Xanga shot skyward.  I've looked back at John's posts and can't really find a defining moment.  At that time, Xanga was redoing 'Subscriptions' - nothing one would suspect to attract a huge new audience.  What's your best guess about Xanga's mid-January incandescence?


    2) Both Xanga and Blogger have weekly up-and-down cycles (middle chart).  But when Xanga's up (Sat and Sun), Blogger's down and otherwise (midweek).  I didn't expect this at all, but expected the weekly ebb and flows of these two to coincide.  Anyone have any brainstorming notions to explain why they appear precisely out of phase?


    3) The mid-May acceleration in Blogger traffic (bottom chart) coincides with "The Great Blogger Relaunch" headed up by none other than Xanga's ex-'Creative Director', Biz Stone.  Biz, who still exists as 'Genius' on Xanga and also has his own blog, was most likely the 'creative directing' force behind Xanga's early spamming marketing under the guise of the infamous Bianca Broussard.  Blogger has just come up with some new features: comments, profiles, and photoblogging.  My wonder: Will Biz's infusion of 'genius' into Blogger return Blogger to the pre-eminence it once held over Xanga?  Will Biz spam Xanga bloggers with Bianca2? Will Blogger's heavyweight backing from Google eventually pay-off and return Xanga to the status of stepchild once again?


    4) Finally, now that Xanga has broken into the coveted 'Top 100' traffic websites on the web (yesterday it was 89th), will it decide to leverage its marketable standing to make more money with new business initiatives?  Or is it already making incredible heaps just on Premium alone?  Or will Microsoft see Xanga as a jeweled stepping-stone to Bill Gates latest vision ("Bill Touts Blogs")?  Xanga as an acquisition for Microsoft, partnered and spotlighted  by the soon-to-be-appearing  Google-rivaling search tool MSN Blogbot?

  • I was totally crazed-up in the shower by thoughts this morning.  Thoughts leading deeper into desire and yearning and setting my heart ablaze.  But the stage wasn’t set and the curtain hadn’t risen.  So I made a decision to get out instead and to sublimate my craze by scissoring my legs and pounding my feet around a circuit composed of immense natural beauty and graves.


     



    ~gull of the hill~


     


    I just ran 7 miles, making a total of 28 for the week.   I could run more, but frankly, I’ve better things to do.  Like dream-write-intoxicate-float.   Or read-getlost-photograph-amaze.  Or even freakout-improvise-invent-emblog.  Could opt for fast-uncoverearth-rebirth-celebrate.  Or maybe even consider bemuse-takeground-inspire-conquer.  Seems like whatever’s going to happen will involve quadrangle-energy.  Triangular befuddlements simply haven’t a chance.


     


    Update --  SuSu was right: decision, decision.  But a windstorm seized the scape of navigable terrain fantastically and seduced me to loll in Dreamland even longer than I initially envisioned.  Then hours later (after stream-dreaming in the sun), I ran again: larger than 10 miles for the day (that's one huge sublimation), larger than 30 for the week.  And the windstorm is even now still ripping assholes where it pleases.


  • I'm sitting on my own dock (nobody else here) on the mouth of the Cuyahoga River and Lake Erie.


    I'm drinking my own beer unmolested even though this is 'prime entertainment real estate' in Cleveland's Flats on a gorgeous 82 degree and mostly sunny early evening.


    A seagull just told me that "You're onto yourself."  But wtf do seagulls know?


    If they were smart, seagulls wouldn't be hanging about a lake.


    Except that the Great Lakes were initially mistaken as 'Sweet Seas' by early explorers due to their immensity and unpredictable volatility (and because they were 'seas' without salt).


    So maybe the seagulls got taken in by the explorer hype.


    No, no seagull pictures.  Seen one, seen them all.  (The pictures, not the seagulls themselves.)


    Here's my setup.  Where are the pretty girls?  Where are all the drunken sailors?



    Perhaps I should just let bygones be foregones and drink until I usher myself into a state of utter ecstasy.

  • Where goeth Xanga?



    vertical axis: worldwide web-ranking by amount of traffic
                       (higher rank [lower number], say #1,
                        is better than lower rank [higher number], eg. #100)
    horizontal axis: tick marks are 7 days apart


    Measuring something repeatedly over time, such as the daily traffic ranking above, produces a time series.    The major task of time series analysis is to describe the nature of the past variation so that the future can be predicted and acted upon accordingly.


    Although I didn't have the raw data, I extracted data points from the chart above and performed a rudimentary time series analysis.


    Looking at the 3-month chart above, one can pretty clearly see a general trend upward toward higher ranking.  There is also an up-and-down pattern occuring quite regularly in the very short term.


    Statistically, there is very strong evidence of trend with a strong 'seasonal' component.  The 'seasonal' component is the very short-term up-and-down pattern which in this case is a weekly fluctation with peaks on or about Saturday and valleys on or about Wednesdays.  Yep, Saturday's quake and humpday is Xanga's slump day!


    Xanga's trend upward, based on the last 3 months, proves to be strongly linear.  That being so, I was able to devise a regression equation to describe it: y = -2.7(x) +126 .


    (I've always wanted to reduce Xanga to manageable linearity!)


    What this means is that, at present (based on the last 3 months  only), Xanga's rank improves (higher rank, lower number) by about -2.7 per week.  So if it were ranked 100th worldwide in terms of traffic today (which it is), then in one week is should be around 97th, and in a month around 89th.


    There's my prediction.  But remember: I'm not a prophet.

  • I have a confession to make. I'm in love with...wait.  A mosquito just bit me.  First mosquito of the season.  Damn the bugger.  Now I'm in a piss-ass non-confessional un-lovey-dovey mood.  Did I ever tell you that I quit smoking when I was 7 years old?  Yeah, I was a young whipper-snapper on a mid-summer's night and my little buddy friends decided it was 'my turn' to light the first one up. So the gang took me under the cover of foilage, handed me a pack of Winstons, a book of matches, and waited. I dutifully selected what I thought was the best cigarette, put it in my mouth, pulled off a match, and struck. Then *puff* *puff* *puff* *puff*. But my buddies started laughing. Half of them were rolling on the ground. I decided I wasn't puffing hard enough so I puffed harder: *PUFF* *PUFF* *PUFF*. They started laughing even harder, laughing so hard they were crying. Finally, I pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and asked "What?" One of my co-conspirators informed: "You're smoking the filter, stupid!" aiieeeee! The cigarette fell out of my mouth, I ran home, and cried for two days. Finally, on the 3rd day, I emerged from my house to be greeted by my buddies telling me to forget it and just try again. "Fuck you," was my response -- that day and henceforth. Flash forward 10 years, teenagers, Friday night, everyone's hanging out on the porch of an abandoned house..."Hey, Steve. ..wanna smoke?" "Fuck you." "What, you still hold that filter-thing against us?" "Damn right."


    I owe my buddies a lot. I think they all died from cancer years ago or I'd thank them now. Now where was I? Oh, yeah....damn mosquito!

  • That which awaits the living shall never threaten me.


    I’ve already sold out to eternity.


    Died years ago.  Never told a soul.


    (Didn’t want to start a fad.


    Besides, the remorse of friends would have made me sad.)


    Life’s timeline since then has vectored incoming from all dimensions


    To uncounted unchartered aspects unreturning.


    Each moment a mysterious packet,


    Unlinked, monadic, yet fulfilling


    -ly manifest.


    It’s called the Quest.

  • I ran 7 miles in 80 degree heat yesterday.  During that ordeal, I had the *notion* that I should be carrying my cell phone on me in case there was an emergency in which someone wanted to contact me.  When I finished running, I found 4 ‘missed’ phone calls from a buddy of mine.  When I return-called him, he didn’t want to talk on the phone but pleaded for me to come see him.  I had planned to write, but sacrificed that and paid him a visit instead.  Turns out that he had been assaulted by three teenagers who then stole his wallet and about $500 cash—all the savings he had (and he's unemployed). 


     


    Since that news I’ve grown very wary and unweary.  I’m paying extra special attention to everything in my world: liminal and subliminal, obvious and less apparent, seeming and seemingly not.  The open retractable dome on my peaceful golden aura has been closed and my psychic warrior probes have been launched as a perimeter defense.  It’s battle-mode, baby, ‘cause I don’t intend to be surprised by any such-like shit.  Yep, the racket of the cicadas—that’s what’s waking me up.

  • Yesterday, just 2 minutes before the cemetery closed, I warned two girls who were taking pictures of some of the sights in Dreamland that they were about to be locked in.  “They close the gates at 5:30 sharp,” I shouted from my vehicle, “And they will lock you in.”


    Well, those two girls were quite alarmed and scurried back to their car to get the monument out of there.  Since I’d be getting to the gate before them, I told them I alert the gatekeeper to their imminent arrival—which I did.  And which did, indeed, save them from getting nighted in the cemetery.


     


    But what if I had said nothing?And just managed to get myself locked in with them?


     


    No. Didn’t care to ponder that pleasant prison dream.


     


    Today, just two minutes before the cemetery closed, I saw a fox running around some tombstones.  A fox!


     


    But what does a wolf like me need of a fox, anyway?


     


    Just watched the Preakness while indulging on a Corona with lime at a tavern.  Damn, that horse Smarty Jones has a heart.  I wanna run like that.  Yeah, just like that.


  • The 'Fall" of Spring





    What we, in the mid-lattitudes, call 'Fall' is essentially leaf-fall and flower fail.  And yet there is also a Spring fall, mostly blossom-eject, yet meteoric nonetheless.


  • This week (M-TH) so far I’ve totaled 16 miles of 80+ degree running.  I’m almost at the ‘summer heat acclimated’ stage when I stop thinking about the heat and focus on more miles and a quicker pace.  Getting a good start on a tan, too, since I’ve been running nekkid in the sun (just kidding…I only run nekkid in the forest under moonlight ).


     


    I just heard an cemetery-wide announcement that the gates are going to be locked in five minutes.  Okay.  Need to finish this post.  Finish my beer.  Pack up my equipment.  And high-tail it out of here.  


  • Just say 'no'?


    "With metrosexuality, it's about style, fashion, culture, and grooming for the straight male. A metrosexual man may be seen at an NBA game one night and an art gallery opening the next," says Ricky Montalvo, the man who wants to take technosexuals mainstream. "We take it one step further by adding technology. A technosexual man may not need to go to the NBA game because he can get highlights and scores via SMS or by browsing the web on his PDA while at the art gallery."
    —Katharine Miller, "Enter the Technosexual,"
    AlterNet, March 8, 2004

     

    There's even a test for technosexuality.

     

    Be assured that if your a blogomaniac, you're pre-qualified.

  • i like the breeze to blow


    where it pleases


    even gently massaging


    my erogenous zones.


    the wind is, after all,


    the earth’s whore:


    dragging its cloud-whisp tails around


    like a show of lingerie in public


    and whispering puffy nothings


    to anything and everyone


    in moment-of-discovery trysts.


     




  • the underwear of the beaut


    was so cute


    i loot


    -ed it (still occupied)


    like a (loving) brute


    and sure as hoot


    -ing it snagged me


    shoot


    -ing.


  • I'll agree not to be perfect, if you'll agree not to be perfect.


    Agreed?  Great!  May you live longer and better than those who merely live long and prosper.


    Otherwise, when you die, I'll make you a god(dess) and worship you.  In that case, the sooner, the better.



    Addendum, For Mom (1918-1974)


    I had found what I was searching for before the instance of birth.


    But lost it (it seemed) at the moment of conception.


    Life isn’t cruel, just fickle.


    Buddha, by one story, spent 12 years in the womb


    Before he was born.


    Now, that’s one big baby!


  • Words to carefully ponder from the son-of-a-bitch who fucked us over in VietNam (now a trading friend in good standing):


    General Vo Nguyen Giap, the architect of Vietnam's victory over French forces at Dien Bien Phu 50 years ago, has warned the United States it faces defeat in Iraq.


    Asked for his thoughts on Iraq, Giap told CNN's Stan Grant that no matter how modern a country's weapons were or how much money it had, it had no right to invade another country.


    He said a nation that ignored this "moral teaching" would be defeated.


     -CNN


    *still waiting for Rumsfeld's "guaranteed weapons of mass destruction"*


    I'm no fool.  I remember clearly the pretext for invading Iraq.  Yet my expressed stipulations, to be met prior to commitment, at that time were: 1) Show me hard evidence of the WMDs, 2) Explain to me why Special Operations alone would be an insufficient response to the threat (as opposed to a wholesale invasion, dragging in easily targettable regular troops), and 3) Explain why assassinating Saddam was not enough and/or explain the failure to do so.


    Now it's a cluster-fuck and Rumsfeld can't even smile when he sticks his own finger up his ass to pleasure himself.


    I say: don't give Gen Giap the pleasure of being right twice.  Let the oil go.  Focus on the real War on Terror and capturing Osama bin Laden instead.



  • After a 4+ mile springtime 84 degree run (3 circles around the dam), the only thing that sweats is my hat.


  • America is in danger of losing the war in Iraq.  And I believe the turning point in the fight for Iraq might be seen by future generations not to consist of a single decisive battle, or even of the collective outcome of all military operations together.  Rather, the decisive moment is about to become the outrage and public fallout over a single scandal: the American-run death and sexual-torture camps at Abu Ghuraib.


     



    outraged Arabs may now well have their own engram-burning image of a "christ" being crucified


     



    more than a waste of good panties


     



    she walks him. but does she feed him and take him to the vets?


     


    Bush and Rumsfeld: what fuck-ups.  Especially Rumsfeld.  As Secretary of Defense, he’s ultimately responsible for not putting an end to the killing, sexual humiliation, and other acts of indecency and inhumanity the American guards and intelligence officers were perpetuating. 


     


    “What?”, some will argue, “He didn’t know.  It’s not fair to blame him if he didn’t know.”


     


    Well, the Red Cross knew and had registered their complaints loud enough and long enough so that he should have known.  And if he did, but ignored them, then he’s an accomplice.  And if he wasn’t aware because the chain of command floundered, then as the ultimate overseer he’s totally incompetent and needs to be fired—today.


     


    But that’s only a start.  Bush is going to have to make a huge public apology (and not merely express his own disbelief) and relinquish a lot more American authority for the oversight of the Iraqi transitional government to a broader multination-based United Nations coalition, if the loss of Iraq to the forces of terror and dissolution is to be avoided.


     


    Make no mistake about these trends:


     


    1)      We are losing the hearts of the Iraqi public more so day by day.


    2)      The terrorist and resistance support base is growing in Iraq, more so day by day.


    3)      We are losing the respect of more of the people and nations of the world, even becoming hated where we weren’t so previously, more so day by day.


    4)      The American public itself is losing confidence in Bush’s management of this fiasco, more so day by day.


     


    If this war is to be won, the course of it must change quickly and dramatically—off the battlefield.


     


    Both for reasons of organizational culpability and as a signal to the world of a break from a faltering strategy, Bush MUST fire Rumsfeld. 


     


    And if he doesn’t, if he decides to "stand by his man", Bush, too, with our last chance for victory, will disappear into the slurp of this quicksand scandal quagmire along with his anything-goes, shoot-from-the-hip S.O.D. (Suck of Defense).

  • Xanga...in the news!


    "How to make a mean girl: Begin with an adolescent girl, preferably young. Add one or more movie clips on ferocious female behavior (excerpts from "Mean Girls" or "Thirteen" work well). Blend until girl is saturated, then place in social setting with other girls and let sit. Bullying behaviors should appear quickly....

    Another new twist is the multitude of opportunities to aggress. Communication-conscious girls use cell phones to deliver hateful text messages anywhere, anytime. Computer chat rooms, IMs, e-mails and Xanga Web sites deliver devastating put-downs in a millisecond. A recent Girl Scout study confirmed that girls are nastier online than in real time."
     
      - Newsday


    A millisecond? Damn, these adolescent girls must have T4 dedicated bandwidth connected directly to their PCs!


    I wonder if the Girl Scout study also confirmed that girls are naughtier online than in 'real time'?


    And what is 'real time' anyway.  Could some one with 'real time' spare me a moment?  It's been a long cypberstretch since I've tasted of those waters.


  • intent on enjoying the Spring despite the unwelcomed chill,
    i run in circles, circles, circles
    around the dead, around a dam, under the sun.


    the fullness of the season is mounting and i’ve no plans
    except to enjoy today as if it’s the day of doom
    that i was once born to transcend.


    to challenge oneself with circles of neverending ongoingness
    may seem futile to some.  but come sit with me
    beside a stone, have a brew, and laugh


    (at):


    loops of imminent lustful undertakings,
    rings of pending riotous involvement,
    straight lines left in the past.


  • Why didn't I think of this site?  Tongue-n-cheek and democratic, Godchecker - "your Guide to the Gods", features a God of the Day, a Consult the Holy Oracle (check it out), The Holy Hit Parade ("Who's the most popular God? Our patent GodRank™ technology has the answer! See the Top Ten Gods here"), and most importantly, a God Shop (the "Supermarket of the Gods").  Holy $$$, BatGod!


    Wait.  That's only a 'Supermarket'. 


    *ponders a Super Walmart of the Gods*


    *backs off*


    *realizes that from a future perspective, someday, Capitalism will be listed in "the Pantheon of the Gods"*


    Update:  I am still researching the possibilities for a virtual (Xanga) cemetery.  The extant and borrowable internet technology in this regard is absolutely paltry!  For the last couple days, however, I've been preoccupied with recovering a small business PC that was put on a DSL line without any firewall or virus protection.  It had more than 30 virus infections (some of which the latest Norton AV signatures didn't detect and/or couldn't delete, so I had to go after them manually) and more chinese fingertrap remote control features than you can shake a stick at.  Finally, this morning at 12:30 AM  I reclaimed it.  Death to the trojaneers!


  • It appears that James has been hacked.  Actually, it sounds a lot like the kind of thing I was dealing with in the post immediately above.  Ain't that synchronicity?!


    Update: Xanga appears to have restored rightful ownership.


    Moral of the story: Use strong, protected  passwords!


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