It's halloween again...

well, it's the feast of All Saints today; All Souls Night beckons. It's also Monday. CoV and Beers, most likely ofr me, after a rousing 8 hours in the old workplace. Reworking The Zoo, after all this time. Funny, funny stuff. Dark, but funny.

Poor Richard's Government

Just when you thought it was safe to get back onto the Internet.

This girl was hanged in Iran for talking back to an Islamic judge. She was on trial
for having committed adultery. Her crime was telling the judge that she should be allowed to speak. Her name was Atefeh Rajabi, and she died for the cause of freedom. She was 16 years old.

How many people left in this country would do the same? For the want of ten.....

Benjamin Franklin said it best:

Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both.

And the clock is ticking.

And remember, when all hope seems lost, what he also wrote:

Rebellion against tyrants is obedience to God.

:: Do what you think is right, and let no one fault you.

Rev. Dr. D

October and the Rushes

The grass, blind to the season, crawls at me through
the glass, the tiny thin glass, strange convention,
the window, fragile portal held in by strips of wood
as old as Germany.

Wind batters, and this is important,
because wind and Winter have sense of time,
summer is for lovers, and breezes have no memory.

The death of summer is no true death.
Only Winter coughs and nags like the slow pains that
come with the reckless accumulation of the years.

Mercury sings high in the spheres, though its earthly
namesake shrinks to a red dot on the stoop.

Winter speaks, winter reminds, the careful midwife of a million cares;

This is the last year that I will wipe the slate clean.
This is the last time the cold will not bite so.
Next year, next year, sweet infant,
You will wear the clothes of the old.

Dread my coming.


--October 29, 2005.

Republicans take heed!

All the facts on the GOP are here, Onion-style. My favorite "Pundit" is the roman a clef Kathleen Kuntly. Check out her bio! Simply Hilarious Rodham Clinton.

http://www.republicanpress.com/

Il n'y a aucune réponse

Friday. Halloween weekend beckons. So much unrequited in the last weeks. So much still unknown. At least I have the comfort of knowing that I am moving forward, that I have resumed my goals. Karma will have to take care of the dharma.

His Silver Skin Laced with his Golden Blood, inc.

I seems that none of my heroes lived long enough for me to meet them. The last of my giants died February 20th of this dying year, reportedly at his own hand. Hunter S. Thompson, famed author of such works as "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail," and the similarly named ode to a lost week in Vegas, apparently commited suicide because he felt life had run out of fun for him; he laft a letter, of sorts, which indicated that for him, the wine was just no longer sweet, and the complaints of old age had begun to nag. He put a period at the end of his life, like Hemingway before him; and, whatever your feelings on the subject of suicide, I gave his decision a quiet nod. Alas; now the weenies have seized hold of HST's death, and have proclaimed, (as they do, with tiresome regularity) ...the CIA done did it!

a final word on the matter....

It seems that a lot of people were upset, or prepared to be upset with me,
when I returned here from Louisiana...I had seemingly abandoned my PhD program in the pursuit of a woman. No doubt, now they will feel justified, in that that relationship failed, and so miserably, at that. As is true for all of us, though, I alone pay for my mistakes, and they are therefore necessarily mine to make. Regrets? Not a one; I did what my heart told me. Through the tapestry of my life run many such threads, and all threads have a beginning, and an end, and so be it.

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Since I am always quoting it:

Cry For Love

___ ___ ___ fnord.

The Demands of Fashion; or, Is it cold in here?

Getting cold outside, so out come the winter clothes that escaped calamity at the hands of my ex. Enough about her; I have banished her to the nether regions of the phantom zone of my mind. Speaking of other universes, or, at least, other worlds and other possibilities, I always find it intriguing when a noted scientist advances a theory that challenges complacent and conservative minds in the field. Check this out, if you are interested in the possibility of extraterrestrial life, and have an interest in astronomy:

http://www.anomalist.com/reports/probe.html

All Hallow's E'en

The big night approaches. Spirits and candy will abound.
Where will the night in question find you?
I long for the Gulf Coast, but will have to find my creepy jollies
farther inland. Perhaps some old friends will appear.

Vile, isn't it?

Ah, the world is still here. Tuesday morning. Some live to see another dawn, some others, more worthy of it, do not. Man (and woman) must endure his going hence.

All your base are belong to us!

In A.D. 2101
War was beginning...

Captain: What happen?
Operator: Somebody set up us the bomb.
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What!
Operator: Main screen turn on.
Captain: It's You!!
Cats: How are you gentlemen!!
Cats: All your base are belong to us.
Cats: You are on the way to destruction.
Captain: What you say!!
Cats: You have no chance to survive make your time.
Cats: Ha Ha Ha Ha ….
Captain: Take off every "zig."
Captain: You know what you doing.
Captain: Move "zig".
Captain: For great justice.

You have been warned.

Now it all makes so much sense to me...
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I'm Confused

Why is it that investigations into government malfeasance disappear into thin air? Remember when it was announced that the reason the US Armed forces were sent into Iraq in the first place, was that "faulty intelligence" was to blame? That story that the Bush Administration released--that Iraq had purchased, or had, at some point, attempted to purchase, yellow cake uranium from Niger (the poorest country in the world) for filthy oil luecre? This story turned out to be apocryphal, and the intelligence snafu was promptly blamed on the British Intelligence service, MI6. Now, remember after the initial furor, weighty announcements were made, edicts came forth from the temple, and a satrap was dispatched upon a white charger to begin an investigation. Just where did that investigation lead? What happened to it? And when is the last time that any news agency asked the question that I am asking?

Feeling: Ambivalent

Crikey. Where is everyone? These last weeks of 2005; drinking the dregs of the year. The wind prowling around outside. Work in a couple of hours. Long, dull night, or long, ass-busting night? Remains to be seen. The great chain of being is forged of many links, today a link in everyone's, er, chain thingy. Circle of time, music of the spheres, wot not. I distrust my president; think he is trying to steal my car keys, as well as all rights apertaining thereunto. Message to the children of tomorrow; sorry, guys. Mucked it royally, but chin chin. That's the spirit.

Halloween is nearing, happy birthday, you know who you are. Thanks for, well, everything. You are in my thoughts these days...and in that book I'm writing...no, the other one. Christ, but the wind outside is howling like a wounded thing. Happy that I live indoors.

State of the Nation

My fellow Americans, we live in dire and dangerous times. Strange, Orwellian, Book-of-Revelations, Kubrick with a big budget type times. 2,000 American soldiers dead in Iraq---the new Land of Liberty--and our inept and addle-pated administration longs to send more...and to other countries, yet, to be sure. Let us not forget that nations like Syria and Iran have yet to feel our benevolent despot's ire. Too bad he is so dead-set against cloning; he might need it to get himself more soldiers. Meanwhile, the Gulf Coast is still in ruins, another wrath of God type storm bears down. The line between fantasy and reality is always tenuous here in the USA. Maybe Bush will send Schwarzennegger in to stop the hurricane...OR, perhaps, the Sardukar regiments Cheney is holding back for that last great push into Poland.

Day 2

Well, it's Monday, now. Back to work after a period of black repose.
The dawn of a new week. I wonder what this week will entail. I hope that it will be my friend....

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...so it's growing cold outside. I reconcile the death of this summer with the death of many hopes, many plans fondly considered and not lightly made. The death of one thing inevitably begins the cycle anew, and new things, undreamed of things, come forth to us. I've been here before, of course. Anyone who knows me knows that.



Sometimes life will treat you funny, anyway.

Ripper's Requiem

The Juwes are not the ones who will be blamed for nothing

Scenes I've seen in waking dreams
heard children's songs and muffled screams
staring eyes and lurid grins
in murky ways down darkened streets

Flickering lights I staggered past
something burning hot within

Half-remembered, half believed
blue and amber everything

Sick hard gaze from sick young eyes
leering from the long gray lines
collected scum in sewer grates
their tired huddles imitate

It mists black soot and slick gray rain
the world is closed, from out, from in,
tiny prisons to keep them in

infected, beaten, poor and cursed
nothing gentle in the earth

Darkness creeping in to feed
The sky as red as virgin's blood

I come for something no man needs
to do a thing that no mouth speaks
in the wayside alley wrapped in rain

the world is dark and cold
and strange

Copyright 1998, 2005, by the author. All rights reserved.

Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall...but I'm down here on the floor

Yeah. Well. Another shot of this brown stuff, and I am going to start getting creative impulses...or maybe I'll just go to the bathroom. Yeah, that's it. Where's my beer? There it is. Better, now. All is well.

Small time, Big house.

Got a two day vacation this last month, courtesy of the city. Weak.

And while I'm at it....

I really should be getting back to the coast. Despite the hurricanes, my business lies there...let the storms rage. The entire Ph.D. business requires my attention. Here I feel sapped of creativity and purpose. My green prison, walled in on all sides by remorseless hills of faraway blue...now that reminds me of a poem I heard once. Where are all of my friends? Some of them seem to have disappeared completely. We make some bitter choices in this life. But, as Ernest once wrote, ...it is a beautiful world, and worth the fighting for, and I hate to leave it. In other words, it may not be all cheese crackers and free beer, but I like it enough to stick around and make the best of it.

Must...post...MORE

As I have stated already in this day of many posts, I have been playing City of Heroes too much lately. But it's a great game, y'know? And now City of Villains is coming out. It's enough to make one want to turn evil.

Sunday noodling

Trying to pass the Sunday away, boozing and playing CoH. I predict this blog leads to late night web development and mindless rants about everything that pisses me off. Hmm. Yes, that seems likely.

Writing.....again......

The publisher tells me that the book is finally coming out in the first months of the new year--in trade paperback; good news, since he has and is sitting on another finished book in the series that I long ago vowed to write. Working on the third; the craziness of the last couple of months really cost me some time and creativity. But I am back; life goes on, baby. Another important lesson about putting my faith and energies into the wrong person. We live, we learn, mostly because we are dunderheads and do not listen to reason.

Out of the Chute

Started this Blog because I checked out a friend's, which was newly started. Been thinking about getting around to this for quite a while, so here, I have at last begun. The past few months have been turbulent, a veritable sea of change. So starting a new page is a good idea, no?

The longest river winds its way to the sea.
-Goethe.

I certainly hope that is so.