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Thursday, December 25, 2003
Eat Too Much Over the Holidays?
Dr. Atkin's has a diet book. Dr. Phil has a diet book. So why not me? I need money in a hurry (see no-joke appeal links above) and I have a funny feeling that my Powerball ticket didn't pay out the $137 million I've been so counting on. So instead, here's what I'm thinking...
3:08 AM | link |
here's yer fuckin christmas present
The Skinhead Hamlet
This one's been online so long that many may never have seen it. Title slug above links to the file at MIT. Here's a sample. I think it's a measure of my increasing maturity that I now think it far better than the original. Why? Shorter.
[Enter OPHELIA and LAERTES.]
LAERTES: I'm fucking off now. Watch Hamlet doesn't slip you one while I'm
OPHELIA: I'll be fucked if he does.
[Enter HORATIO, HAMLET and GHOST.]
GHOST: Oi! Mush, get on with it!
HAMLET: Who did it then?
GHOST: That wanker Claudius. He poured fucking poison in my fucking ear!
HAMLET: Fuck me!
also not to be missed is brian millar's
PowerPoint version. brilliant. I do not use the term lightly.
(page down a bit and catch his electric shaver ad too.)
2:01 AM | link |
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
apropos lindsay vaughan
Lindsay Vaughan has been at the top of my blogroll for quite some time now, but she deep-sixed that site equally long ago, so the link has been pretty useless. I have finally remedied this -- actually, I just plain old fixed it -- so that it now goes to her new blog, www.frog-star.net. There must be a story behind the name, as, come to think of it, there is behind every name, word, turn of phrase, glance, passing thought, passionate ideology, and let's see... spam subject line. My recent favorite being "I remember you from last night." Wow, huh? What prodigious mental powers! But with all that free-flowing Vicodin and whatnot out there, I guess remembering your own name is an accomplishment. I've been there, so I mustn't be harsh. OK, so I remember you from last night too. This could be the beginning of something, if not beautiful, at least marginally memorable.
Speaking of being harsh, that's why Lindsay sits froglike atop my blogroll. Because, yes, I was quite harsh to her. As some of you may recall. Thus proving, as I am wont to do -- or just plain old do, I guess -- what a bad person I am. But Lindsay recovered with grace and aplomb, and in the process won me over. I've become a fan. And she writes interesting letters -- a rarity, as I needn't remind you lot! -- and blogs about dreams in which Saturn sheds it rings like sunbursts, paraphrasing her quite closely here, and that's more interesting than many things might be, though I haven't paid very much attention to many things these last few years, having
lost in large measure my interest in life. Try not to let this happen to you, as it's quite difficult to get back. Entropy: takes more energy to retrieve what is lost than to lose it. Heat being one of those things, as in thermodynamics. Passion, as in dynamics of an
altogether different sort, yet perversely obeying the Second Law just when you thought it was safe to go back into samsara. Anyway, Lindsay's pretty cool. Her one serious failing, as far as I can see, is that she has a husband. Nonetheless, I have learned, through necessity, to make allowances for these sorts of things. I like her.
Which is why I was especially worried when I read what she wrote several days ago about people who use big words and pretend they're smarter than they really are. She especially seemed to have it in for people who say things like "apropos" -- as I did on this very blog just last week, to wit: "...apropos The Real Difficulty." Saying "to wit" is probably a further offense. It's just that I always wanted so much to sound like William F, Buckley, but also say "motherfucker" a lot. Now you tell me. Am I just being paranoid (again), or does this sound like someone you know?
"...the fact that a person is articulate and chooses to use big words in everything he communicates does not necessarily mean that he is intelligent. For all you know he briefed himself with a dictionary before speaking, or flipped through one every five minutes while writing that essay that amazed you so much the first time you read it. Read it again and ask yourself how many of those big words were necessary. Is it really worth it to sacrifice clear communication for the sake of appearing intelligent?"
Do you have any idea how many dictionaries I have? Many, many. Though I hardly ever look at them, except the ones on my various hard drives. The big OED is so heavy, and I have to use the magnifying glass, even though, no, it's not the two-volume microtype job but the full-monty 20 tallboys. I won't bore you with my predilection for lexicography and Indo-European root lemmas. Oh no, I'm doing it again!
So I would have been pretty convinced Lindsay was talking about me, except she also writes: "You will never see him post a photo of himself making a stupid facial expression, because that would interfere with the image he's trying to pound into your skull." Here I have evidence, which is offered as Exhibit A, directly below (art by Pluto Krozabeeep). Not to mention my new virtual pet, Mouseover, and his pal the blue chicken. So I think I'm safe. I think...
12:36 AM | link |
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
winter solstice 2003
1:05 PM | link |
How to be a Flaming 5-A Asshole
Means Universal: Integrating Spirituality and Religion
Within: A Jungian Contemplation of Her Titles and Powers
Liberating the Power and Creativity of Your Dark Side
Miracles: The Gift of Synchronicity, and How to Open It
Love Meets Fear: How to Become Defense-Less and Resource-Full
to Be an Adult: A Handbook on Psychological and Spiritual Integration
||and my favorite!
to Be an Adult in Relationships: The Five Keys to Mindful Loving
"Most people think of love as a feeling," says David Richo, "but love is not so much a feeling as a way of being present." In this book, Richo offers a fresh perspective on love and relationships -- one that focuses not on finding an ideal mate, but on becoming a more loving and realistic person. Drawing on the Buddhist concept of mindfulness, How to Be an Adult in Relationships explores five hallmarks of mindful loving and how they play a key role in our relationships throughout life:
- Attention to the present moment; observing, listening, and noticing
all the feelings at play in our relationships.
- Acceptance of ourselves and others just as we are.
- Appreciation of all our gifts, our limits, our longings, and our
poignant human predicament.
- Affection shown through holding and touching in respectful ways.
- Allowing life and love to be just as they are, with all their ecstasy
and ache, without trying to take control.
When deeply understood and applied, these five simple concepts -- what Richo calls the five A's -- form the basis of mature love. They help us to move away from judgment, fear, and blame to a position of openness, compassion, and realism about life and relationships. By giving and receiving these five As, relationships become deeper and more meaningful, and they become a ground for personal transformation.
|u can b what u wanna b... on cloud 9
quote used without permission
5:23 AM | link |
is not pleased
does not care
| 'twas ever thus, motherfucker!|
A picture being worth a thousand words, these two won't make much sense unless you read the couple thousand words below that explain them.
3:49 AM | link |
"RageBoy: Giving being fucking nuts a good name since 1985."
28 October 2004
||More of Chris Locke's photos
Until a minute ago, I had no photos. I still have no photos to speak of.
I don't even have a camera. But all these people were linking to "my photos."
It was embarassing. It's still embarassing. But I'm used to that.
what I'm listening to...
egr on topica
on yahoo groups
terms of service
It is too late.