There was once a time when signs of an early spring were a welcome thing. This was back before people decided that Nature needed to be a Certain Way in order to Be Nature. Now we whine about Global Warming instead of enjoying the Flowers Blooming in front of our house. Have you seen them? They are small and purple. When I look outside my basement window I see the shoots coming up and I feel like I have never seen the Springtime before this. Last year where was I? In a haze to be sure. Filled with my own (and someone else’s) idea about myself and what the world was. Still trying to put raincoats on dogs. Swimming trunks on dolphins. Still trying to cram life into neat little packages which were upset by every passing breeze and greenpressing shoot. Oh, I know I’m not the only one. Oh, I know you do this too. I was watching from the alleyway last night. I heard what you said to her in the donzerly light.
The Navy is reviving a proposal to send dozens of dolphins and sea lions trained to detect and apprehend waterborne attackers on a mission to patrol a military base in Washington…
It says it needs to bolster security at Naval Base Kitsap-Bangor, located on Hood Canal west of Seattle. The notice states that the base is home to submarines, ships and laboratories and is potentially vulnerable to attack by terrorist swimmers and scuba divers.
The purple papal smokerain of our nostrilungs longing for absolution. The bowls and masks of ten years fired in my backyard last Thursday. Candles of the Virgin Mary burning dutifully day and night. Let me get your phone number and I’ll give you a call if something new comes in, OK? Diseases that give you superpowers.
A week before her death, Monroe spent a weekend at Lake Tahoe’s Cal-Neva Lodge as a doped-up plush-toy of owners Frank Sinatra and Sam Giancana. Later, friend Ralph Roberts said Monroe described it as a “nightmare,” and that she’d felt more like a prisoner than a guest. Photographer Billy Woodfield, who’d worked with both Monroe and Sinatra, told Wolfe that Sinatra gave him a roll of film from the weekend to develop: “In his darkroom the photographer was shocked to see that the photos were of an unconscious Marilyn Monroe being sexually abused in the presence of Sam Giancana and Sinatra. Marilyn had been drugged in order for the compromising photos to be taken.” Woodfield advised Sinatra to burn them.
Chimpanzees used hammers to crack nuts. Intel unveils a new chip. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Companies don’t give a shit. Why would they? They may be our only hope after all if we can teach them how to make money off us:
In the latest sign of the U.S. banking industry’s aggressive pursuit of the Hispanic market, Bank of America Corp. has quietly begun offering credit cards to customers without Social Security numbers — typically illegal immigrants.
Fish heads turn in on themselves eating up the voicemails we left ourselves yesterday to remember our way back to where we are today. Can you stay with me a minute? Can you help me get a fixed gyrocompass point? I walked all the way up here looking for you and found out you’d sold out only minutes before. Now I walk through empty shelves of other people’s garbage looking for leftover traces of you. “…there is an outside chance that in a few years in a tunnel near Geneva, physicists will make a black hole far smaller than a proton and circled by a squashed four-dimensional black doughnut.”
The military is letting in more criminals; they ought to fit right in. (Do Atheists Have a Better Understanding of Religion Than Theists?) Other high profile criminal antics include Paula Abdul claiming she has never been drunk and Bush being called an alcoholic by “Al Qaida’s number 2.” Abdul explains, “Just look at my 20-year career. Tell me someone who is into partying or doing drugs that could have done that.” Uh, yeah right. And no one involved in the entertainment business has ever done any drugs either, right? What she should have said is: “Look at how sucky my 20-year career has been.” That would have been much better proof.
Supposedly female gamers get more sex. Now we know why:
A satellite to be launched next year could see signs of extra dimensions in the afterglow of the big bang, a new study says.
Some theories – such as string theory – that attempt to unify all known forces into a single “theory of everything” posit the existence of extra spatial dimensions beyond the three familiar ones.
I want you to put your smooth computerhands onto my razorface so I can cut you with my good looks. I want you to scramble public broadcast frequencies with ancient muffled Persian riddles. I want to take your Ethical Mind and sacrifice It to the Owner of Animals. He is waiting for us on the edge of the forest. On the other side of the bridge. He is holding your True Severed HeadHeart. He is re-writing our identity backwards. The daywar Windows Vista. The IranBush comeday France jam. The fashion tags money rock.
Spot the horrific play on words that threads together Seattle’s anti-terror dolphins and Intel’s new chip:
In a modern update of “fish and chips,” researchers are planning a worldwide effort to track the movement of sea creatures tagged with tiny electronic devices…
Sea life ranging from salmon to whales, turtles to sharks, will be tagged so they can then be tracked as they swim past arrays of sensors placed at critical locations in the oceans.
Heart-warming Valentine’s threads being woven around your media space: an off-duty cop was having an early Valentine’s dinner with his wife when he found himself in the midst of a Hollywood action movie script:
A day after the shooting, investigators struggled to figure out why a trench-coated Sulejmen Talovic opened fire on shoppers with a supremely calm look on his face.
The teenager wanted to “to kill a large number of people” and probably would have killed many more if not for the off-duty officer, Police Chief Chris Burbank said.
Ken Hammond, an off-duty officer from Ogden, north of Salt Lake City, jumped up from his seat at a restaurant after hearing gunfire and cornered the gunman, exchanging fire with him until other officers arrived, Burbank said.
Why do so many “maniac” shooters always get described as being peaceful, or “supremely calm?” Their neighbors are always surprised. Everyone is always so shocked because they seem like such nice young quiet men with no evil in their hearts. Their mismatched hearts which don’t match their blood type that doctors are experimenting with. See how deep the bullet lies as roses come to you awash in a sea of poisonous chemicals. Chemicals in male sweat make women horny. Zoos are cashing in on animal sex shows. “Feeling insecure in close relationships with others may take a toll on the immune system, preliminary research suggests.” Compare to:
Archaeologists working on the eve of Valentine’s Day carefully began digging up the bones of a prehistoric couple on Tuesday, hoping to keep their 5,000-year-old embrace undisturbed forever.
Lovedrug homebrew honeybody hot chocolate trashcan translation of Baudelaire works walking backwards from the sign language store where we stopped and stared at the shop mannequins having promiscuous sex in the porchlight.
No wonder the 1960’s exploded across every television set and college campus the way it did. No wonder our parents went goddamned crazy under the pressure wafting out of the filmstrips and propaganda reels of a thousand videos like this. It’s amazing we’re all still alive, buried under the weight of at least fifty years of massive psychological warfare efforts to make us all the same. Social engineering. Public health. Creating reference points from an infinite sea of hot bloated acrid airacid. Making love out of nothing at all.
I’ve been there. All I want is you (and your Norelco razor). But it’s just one more tour. You have to grab a handful of napkins for every sandwich you eat here. That’s what makes them so good. The Nigerian banking scam of how we first met, all those years ago. That cloud looks like industrial waste!
I’m getting hits through the roof with songs lately. I think of a song one day that I haven’t heard for years. The next day it plays at the grocery store, the bar, 7-11. Bob Marley, Tears for Fears, Blues Traveler, Toto, Bonnie Tyler. What the hell is going on? Something about electrical frequencies being more susceptible to being bent towards will, manifesting into the world around a thingk whim constellation seed pattern. The corporate offices of George Bush’s proctologist and Laura Bush’s gynecologist. Dangerous Words of Jesus to Sigur Ros Video. Oh, Jesus: he’s my Jewish friend…
There is no wrong poetry. But there is bad poetry. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy it or that it doesn’t still accurately reflect a particular person’s experience. Sisoris Hoyd rubs his hands together in delight from the back room. From the kitchen rise the muffled cries of cocks being beheaded. “I want to be happy but not all the time.” Someday they’ll find a cure for pain. Someday we’ll appreciate the goddamned rain. Someday when the flowers come up we will rejoice once again.
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can i tell you why my dog wears a raincoat? cause she HATES the rain. when i have to walk her and it’s raining, i put her raincoat on her and she gets SO happy about it. then, when we get home, i don’t have to towel her off as much.
i am one hundred procent pro-dog-raincoat.
same here lately, but with everything, not only songs. notable is the :::sudden:::
increase in these phenomena … themes are repeating….it’s super chaotic, in a coherent kind of way…there’s too much to post here, but here’s a few:
*again, i dreamed something which you posted later the same day. this one was monday morning, i dreamed of a chocolate coated puppy begging me with its wiggly body language to feed it. then later that day in your blog i read, “Companies are like puppies. Constantly seeking affection and approval. Constantly wanting you to spend your time and energy playing fetch with them.”
*and today with the joni mitchell, you nailed that one too! i haven’t listened to her since i was a kid, really, and just this Sunday out of the “blue”, my daughter [ who's name is Chani, btw ] told me she’d been listening to Blue a lot.
“guttogut” dismemberment, off with his head, arm, out with his guts, heart, brain…
started reading a new book last night, [ book 12, robert jordan series ] and the first thing that happens? a guy gets gutted in a duel. also last night we watched the latest Heroes episode, where the split-personality psychokillergirl tore a guy in half….oh and syler, the archvillian who eats brains to gain their powers, gained the ability to melt stuff…
*I just finished Pema Chodron’s book, “The Wisdom of No Escape”. In the final pages, she says: [ her teacher told her that life is] “like getting hit by a wave, over and over again, and your face gets smashed into the sand and it gets into your nose and ears and mouth, and you keep getting up. The waves just keep coming, but each time you get knocked down, you stand up and keep walking. And every time you get up again , the wave fells smaller next time …. If you keep lying there you’ll drown, but you don’t even have the privilege of dying. You just live with the sense of drowning all the time.”
*”signs of extra dimensions in the afterglow of the big bang,”
i wrote this in my journal yesterday, before i read your blog:
i suspect that what we refer to as reality is only a shadow of the actual thing, much like a quaternion fractal
cannot be seen in it’s entirety in only 3 dimensions.
if we could perceive the 11 or 12 dimensions posited by string theory, what would it look like?
maybe this will help
*ps why is the number 23 so mysterious?
I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t force myself to watch the Air Supply video.
What the hell? The Air Supply video was the *whole point*
Um, and you told me that because you knew I was going to write something about Muad’Dib today, right? I started thinking about him during my rainy walk today to find a record player.
well, actually i almost didn’t include that, my AI was like, why am i including her name?
but it was there so i didnt censor it.. i did remove this from the post so i am putting it back:
….paul atreides gathers the threads of time….
tell me of your homeworld, usul..
Haha. Oh man. Watch this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAmjkr4RISU
I feel like I almost know what they are referencing here.
The last time I saw a part of this movie was when I was experiencing this in California last summer
http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2006/08/01/the-golden-state/
Good old AI, always trying to find reasons to include or remove important bits of information.
My AI doesn’t believe in an “AI.”
I don’t know how it looks from your point of view but when I originally read the above post I felt a lot of power and knew something good was going to come out of it. I didn’t know if you were going to share the goodness but I think that around this time is when I began to notice subtle changes that culminated in this new style.
I had forgotten about this so I’m glad you brought it up.
My AI doesn’t believe in your AI.
AIEEEE!!!!!!!!
yeah, thanks for the link to this post; i never read that one before…it is “goodness” indeed
like joni serenading california…dam i do miss the san diego sunshine…but i am learning to love the rain
yeah all of a sudden…BOOM
hehehe
um, yeah, i have “seen” spinning geometric shapes going into and/ or out of people..usually during bodywork, it would happen spontaneously. but i think it is wht you are talking about, i think i have witnesses these “meaningful underlying structures” too. once it was in a dream of a tidal wave hitting seattle. the tidal wave wiped the reality itself out, scrubbed it clean right down to where i could see the matrix framework underneath. it is hard to explain, as you know. there’s a lot more to explore there…and they Do unpack, hyperdimensionally…
after i had that [grinning guy with the elixir ] dream last week, i was infused for days with the same kind of feeling you described here, “I could feel an utterly intense energy flooding through me, accompanied by a tremendous joy and openness,” and for me the sensation was in the chest like a sun, that radiated out to every cell and atom, like aslan roaring, and i tingled everywhere. i feel this when i meditate, but this dream energy lingered…
[so, from my direct experience [ and also as an astrologer], the sun is totally leo the heart.]
welp, feels like it’s time for some homemade mushroom sausage fennel spaghetti sauce, and a mug o’ mulled wine [ not to mention an after dinner mint]. grab your mugs and forks, chillins, and dig in. it’s a bloody valentine.
Let me just throw this out there:
A mannequin laying on the ground smashed under the weight of a white elephant with one foot raised on a ball, supporting the Virgin Mary who stands on her back in a mandorla, holding a lion in one hand, the sun in the other and a stack of gold bullion in her other hand. Around her waist is girdled Fort Knox like a dress. From her chest spins a stationary red diamond which has four symmetrical black smoke columns, one piercing through and radiating from each of the flat sides of the diamond. Above her head is the Sun/Son, a lion’s pride resting on a flight of stairs at the top of which are the open doors to a temple. Surmounting the temple are a Winged Unicorn and dove which ascends and descends sending messages between the Earth and God.
reminds me of this:
[quote]Her single face is framed by wild orange-brown, or reddish hair, above which an array of nine peacock feathers float.1 She exhibits her ferocious teeth which gnaw on a human corpse while she strikes a fearful glare with her three blood-shot eyes. Palden Lhamo’s body is covered with ashes, fat, and blood and surrounded by a halo of flame as is appropriate to her visualized presence in a charnel field. According to textual sources, and evident upon very close examination, in her raised right hand this dark-blue form of the deity brandishes a sandalwood club topped with a vajra. With this weapon the goddess watches over the oath-bound, insuring their allegience and integrity in upholding the Buddhist Dharma. The presence of a lion at her proper right ear and a snake at her proper left ear serves to verify that this example is the dPal ldan dmag zor rgyal mo form of the goddess. In her left hand, raised to her chest, she carries the blood-filled skull of a child born out of an incestuous union. She is shown in a seated position riding on the back of a khyang, an untrainable wild mule, whose head is usually turned back toward the goddess, acknowledging Palden Lhamo’s loud and fearful shreaks said to resemble thunder. On the goddess’s navel is a small sun disk and above her head a crescent moon. She is generally shown wearing a black silk scarf that blows around and behind her, along with a human skin that is worn as a shawl. Her upper garment is made of black fabric and her lower garment consists of a tiger skin secured by a belt of intertwined snakes. She wears a long necklace of freshly severed human heads, the five skull crown, and the other five bone ornaments of many Heruka class deities, here most recognizably depicted around the goddess’s wrists and ankles. These carved human bone ornaments represent the necessary release of attachment to one’s physical existence; and the six perfections, or paramitas, required in the process of attaining enlightenment. The reins of her mule, which wrap around her saddle of human skin, are also made of venomous snakes. Threaded on additional snakes and dangling from her mount are a black and white pair of dice used to determine karmic fate, and a magic ball of string made of rolled up weapons. A red tablet used to conjure spells is tied to her mount or tucked into her belt, along with a sack full of diseases, said to have been collected by the goddess and dispensed when evil has been committed.2 On her mule’s hind quarter is a single eye, which formed from the wound left by an arrow shot by Palden Lhamo’s former husband, the Cannibal King of Sri Lanka. After failing to convince her people of their evil cannibalistic practices, the goddess followed through with her vow to kill her son. Seated on the saddle made of her son’s skin, the Cannibal King shot at his wife as she galloped away, striking her mount instead. 3
Below the main goddess are two figures, the animal-headed female attendents, Chu srin gdong can and Seng ge’i gdong can, who, by their presence, further confirm that this is the above stated form of the goddess. Chu srin gdong can, the “makara-headed” dakini to Palden Lhamo’s right, is dark blue in color and dressed in a human skin. She holds the reins of Palden Lhamo’s mule in her left hand and a snare, or noose, in her right hand. Seng ge’i gdong can, the “lion-headed” dakini placed to the left of the central deity, is red in color and holds a noose, and the kapala, or skull cup. According to textual sources this figure should hold the kartrika, or flaying knife, in place of the noose, though this type of variation in attributes is not uncommon. As members within a retinue that make up one of Palden Lhamo’s mandalas these two figures emerge out of the syllable “bhyo,” part of the goddess’s mantra. [/quote]