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Toooooooo much time trapped in a hotel room in a boring city. I'm guessing that's not factored into the quiz.
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
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Pink flower with your petals to the air,
Craving rising sun that warms and delights;
You rest, rooted in verdant earthly care,
Knowing I warm you by heavenly nights.
Nymphs frolic and nuzzle your slender stem,
Licking gems of dew that bead from morning,
While a soft breeze whispers by your leaves' hem
Yielding thoughts of distant autumn's warning.
Afternoon light stretches, sunning your rest-
provoking desires to uproot and sway,
then ride the tall hill's sloping, windswept crest
held in heady hands to end heaven's day.
Evening's starlight heralds night's covering blanket;
The sun disappears like cupid's arrow sank it.
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Awash
with a sadness that swept
Over
from the sight of a poor girl
Convulsing
with grief as she wept
Over
the loss of her still world.
Broken
to feel such painful grief
Over
another soul's uncontrolled daven
Bringing
only wishes of sleep's relief
Over
the ground of death's haven.
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i'm not counting cars
i'm staring at them
waiting to feel that you're near
feeling only my fast
I need to be held
by you.
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perched like a vulture over cattails
drawing vague unease from
my feast of carrion
sinews of the bleeding heart
gristle caught in teeth and throat.
headlights freeze such a scene.
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I took my bike into the shop yesterday for her post-accident check-up. They kept her over the weekend for observation. Prognosis: rear disc is bent, rear derailleur guard is bent, and rear chain ring is out of alignment [may need to be replaced]. They won't even let me hold her handlebar during surgery. I've attached a stock photo so that you can keep her in your mind while she's in our prayers. Her name is Amy.
Not long after this accident occurred, I received the following in my email from a biker newsletter. Check out the stats, not only was I statistically headed toward an accident, I'm in the state most likely to kill me from it. Fortunately, I'm not 38.7 years old so that works to my advantage and I don't drink while I'm biking, only at work.
On the Downside [copied from distro]
In 1896 in New York City, a motor vehicle collided with a bicycle rider -- the first reported automobile crash of any type in the U.S. Since 1932 when statistics began being kept, more than 49,000
Normally RBR tries to keep the cycling experience positive. But it's also important to understand our sport's risks and ride in ways that minimize them.
The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration has just released its bicycle safety statistics for 2004. It reports 725 cycling-related deaths in traffic accidents and 41,000 injuries. Among the fatalities, 87% were male.
Cyclist fatalities occurred more frequently in urban areas (66%), at non-intersection locations (67%), between the hours of 5 p.m. and 9 p.m. (30%), and during June, July and August (36%).
The average age of bike riders killed was 38.7 (10 years older then the average in 1994, the height of the mountain bike boom). About 20% of those killed were between 5 and 15.
The full government report is at http://www-nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov/pdf/nrd-30/ncsa/TSF2004/809912.pdf
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., would be 77 on Sunday. He has been dead for 38 years. As his living memory fades, replaced by a feel-good "I have a dream" whitewash that ignores much of what he stood for and fought against, it's more important than ever to recapture the true history of Dr. King -- because much of what he fought against is resurfacing or still with us today.
King, the man, was, along with Mohandas Gandhi, one of the two most internationally revered symbols of nonviolence in the 20th century. He spent his too-brief adult life defying authority and convention, citing a higher moral authority, and gave hope and inspiration for the liberation of people of color on six continents. MLK Day, the holiday, has devolved into the Mississippi Burning of third Mondays. What started out as gratitude, that they made a movie about it, gradually becomes revulsion at how new generations of Euro-Americans mislearn the story.
King is not a legend because he believed in diversity trainings and civic ceremonies, or because he had a nice dream. He is remembered because he took serious risks and, as the Quakers say, spoke truth to power. King is also remembered because, among a number of brave and committed civil rights leaders and activists, he had a flair for self-promotion, a style that also appealed to white liberals, and the extraordinary social strength of the black Southern churches behind him. And because he died before he had a chance to be widely believed a relic or buffoon.
What little history TV will give us in the next few days is at least as much about forgetting as about remembering, as much about self-congratulatory patriotism that King was American as self-examination that American racism made him necessary and that government, at every level, sought to destroy him. We hear "I have a dream"; we don't hear his powerful indictments of poverty, the Vietnam War, and the military-industrial complex. We see Bull Connor in
We don't see retrospectives on King's linkage of civil rights with
And we forget that of those many dreams King had, only one -- equal access for non-whites -- is significantly realized today. A half-century after the Montgomery bus boycott catapulted a 26-year-old King into prominence, even that is only partly achieved. Blacks are being systematically disenfranchised in our presidential elections, and affirmative action and school desegregation are all but dead. Urban school districts across the country these days are as segregated and unequal as ever, and the imminent confirmation of Samuel Alito to the U.S. Supreme Court likely heralds a new era where employers and landlords can discriminate with near-impunity.
But an even bigger problem, as a generation dies off and the historical memory fades, is that Dr. King has become an icon, not a historical figure (distorted or otherwise). History requires context; icons don't. The racism King challenged four and five decades ago in Georgia and Alabama was also dominant throughout the country. Here in Seattle, few whites know that history: the housing and school segregation, laws barring Asians from owning land (overturned only in the '60s), the marches downtown from predominantly black Garfield High School, police harassment of both radical and mainstream black activists, the still-unsolved assassination of a local NAACP leader.
Every city in America has such histories. We don't know the stories of the people, many still with us, who led those struggles. And we rarely acknowledge that the overt racism of Montgomery 1955 is no longer so overt, but still part of America 2006. It shows up in our geography, in our jails, in our schools, in our voting booths, in our shelters and food banks, in our economy, and in the very earnest and extremely white activist groups that often carry the banner on these issues.
If our cities were serious about his legacy, Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. would run through downtowns, and there would be MLK Elementary Schools in the suburbs. Instead, in just about every big city in the U.S., school districts and city councils put King back in the ghetto, along with both the legions of people who worked with him and the many more who've taken up his work since.
Opponents of affirmative action and racial equality can claim King's mantle and "if he were alive today" approval only because in 2006, pop culture's MLK has no politics. And, for that matter, no faith. For white America, King's soft-focus image often reinforces white supremacism. "See? We're not so bad. We honor him now. Why don't those black people just get over it, anyway? We did."
All that is a lie. Dr. King's vision is today as urgent as ever. While Jim Crow and the cruelties of overt segregation are now largely unimaginable, much remains to be done. And for those who carry King's banner, the challenges of apathy and official hostility remain the same: the FBI and NSA spying on peace groups, listening to phone calls, monitoring e-mails. An administration -- voted for by almost no African-Americans -- that reviles nonviolence and labels its critics as treasonous (rather than as communist dupes). And the moral outrage of Americans, that made King's work so politically effective? We don't do that any more. We can torture thousands of mostly innocent Iraqis and Afghans, in plain sight, and nobody is held accountable. It'd take a whole lot more than Bull Connor's police dogs to make the news today.
The saddest loss in the modern narrative of Dr. King's career is the story of who he was: a man without wealth, without elected office, who managed as a single individual to change the world simply through the strength of his moral convictions. His power came from his faith, and his willingness to act on what he knew to be right. That story could inspire many millions to similar action -- if only it were told. We could each be Dr. King.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., nonviolent martyr to reconciliation and justice, has become a Hallmark Card, a warm, fuzzy, feel-good invocation of neighborliness, a file photo for sneakers or soda commercials, a reprieve for post-holiday shoppers, an excuse for a three-day weekend, a cardboard cutout used for photo ops by dissembling Cabinet members and ungrateful Supreme Court justices. Be sure to check out the Three-Day-Only White Sale at WalMart. Always lower prices. Always.
King deserves better. We all do.
LONDON, England -- A computer programmer found out his girlfriend was having an affair when his pet parrot kept repeating her lover's name, British media reported Tuesday.
The African grey parrot kept squawking "I love you, Gary" as his owner, Chris Taylor, sat with girlfriend Suzy Collins on the sofa of their shared flat in Leeds, northern England.
But when Taylor saw Collins's embarrassed reaction, he realized she had been having an affair -- meeting her lover in the flat whilst Ziggy looked on, the UK's Press Association reported.
Ziggy even mimicked Collins's voice each time she answered her telephone, calling out "Hiya Gary," according to newspaper reports.
Call-center worker Collins, 25, admitted the four-month affair with a colleague called Gary to her boyfriend and left the flat she had shared with Taylor, 30, for a year.
Taylor said he had also been forced to part with Ziggy after the bird continued to call out Gary's name and refused to stop squawking the phrases in his ex-girlfriend's voice, media reports said.
"I wasn't sorry to see the back of Suzy after what she did, but it really broke my heart to let Ziggy go," he said.
"I love him to bits and I really miss having him around, but it was torture hearing him repeat that name over and over again.
"I still can't believe he's gone. I know I'll get over Suzy, but I don't think I'll ever get over Ziggy."
Taylor acquired Ziggy as a chick eight years ago and named him after the David Bowie character Ziggy Stardust.
The bird has now found a new home through the offices of a local parrot dealer. Collins, who admitted the affair, said: "I'm not proud of what I did but I'm sure Chris would be the first to admit we were having problems.
"I am surprised to hear he got rid of that bird," she added to The Guardian newspaper. "He spent more time talking to it than he did to me."
Don’t Use Brake Fluid to Ease Toothaches Arab News |
DAMMAM, 15 January 2006 — A man learned a hard lesson in taking unqualified medical advice when he lost six teeth after using brake fluid to relieve a toothache, the Okaz daily reported yesterday. Taking advice from a friend — obviously not a doctor — the man applied the brake fluid to his gums. Being a highly hydrosgopic substance (meaning it is attracted to and bonds with water molecules), the brake fluid caused the man’s gums to swell terribly over the two hours of his self-prescribed medication. His friend apologized for the bad advice. |
Stephen Colbert 'feuds' with AP over word
NEW YORK (AP) — Stung by a recent Associated Press article that didn't credit him for coining the word "truthiness," Comedy Central's Stephen Colbert has struck back.
On Wednesday evening, Colbert placed the AP atop the Threat Down segment of The Colbert Report show. What was No. 2?
Bears.
In October, on Colbert's debut episode of the Daily Show spinoff, the comedian defined "truthiness" as truth that wouldn't stand to be held back by facts. The word caught on, and last week the American Dialect Society named "truthiness" the word of the year.
When an AP story about the designation sent coast to coast failed to mention Colbert, he began a tongue-in-cheek crusade, not unlike the kind his muse Bill O'Reilly might lead in all seriousness.
"It's a sin of omission, is what it is," Colbert told The AP on Thursday. "You're not giving people the whole story about truthiness."
"It's like Shakespeare still being alive and not asking him what 'Hamlet' is about," he said.
The Oxford English Dictionary has a definition for "truthy" dating back to the 1800s. It's defined as "characterized by truth" and includes the derivation "truthiness."
Michael Adams, a visiting associate professor at North Carolina State University who specializes in lexicology, pointed to that definition and has said Colbert's claim to inventing the word is "untrue." (Adams served as the expert opinion in the initial AP story.)
"The fact that they looked it up in a book just shows that they don't get the idea of truthiness at all," Colbert said Thursday. "You don't look up truthiness in a book, you look it up in your gut."
Though slight, the difference of Colbert's definition and the OED's is essential. It's not your typical truth, but, as The New York Times wrote, "a summation of what (Colbert) sees as the guiding ethos of the loudest commentators on Fox News, MSNBC and CNN."
Colbert, who referred on his program to the AP omission as a "journalistic travesty," said Thursday that it was similar to the much-criticized weapons of mass destruction reporting leading up to the Iraq War.
"Except," he said, "people got hurt this time."
Copyright 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved
I ache to illuminate your face, your body, your soul.
I am that callow moon who is a pale reminder biting deeper in cold night’s abyss.
I want to cast your dark shadow and grasp for you in the night.
I am the exotic, feeling flower of intoxicating dreams and nightmares.
I want to caress your tears with my petals and cling to your breast as you sleep.
I will captivate each sense and prick your fingers.
I want to set the stars on your skin.
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