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Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Experts and Heinlein
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Bailouts
Not Surprising
FCC *cancels* hearing on free internet
http://news.cnet.com/8301-1035_3-10122586-94.html?part=rss&subj=news&tag=2547-1_3-0-20
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Us
I have always been a patriot. I have always loved my country.
I am an atheist and do not pray. I love, respect, and obey the constitution and and value the Bill of Rights, precisely because WE created them, rather than having them handed to us on bricks.
But for the first time in my life, I fly a flag in front of my house.
That's something important.
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Pinup
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Monday, December 8, 2008
Insanity
I'm, sorry, and this is NOT racial. But the Chinese government and government machinery is FUCKING INSANE:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/09/world/asia/09china.html?hp
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Sunday, December 7, 2008
Looking Backward
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
Some of us
Some are driven to an action; a passion, a hobby, an occupation, a real life.
Some are, in a way, lost. Lost in interest, or drive, or the movement involved in daily life, or the need to make a real living....but are lost, any way.
As I am.
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Simpler Times
I remember pollywogs. I remember running half naked in the garden. I remember a goat, and a compost pile. I remember a treacherous downhill dirt driveway that often bruised knees when riding a tricycle. I remember beautiful afternoons outside, with my sisters, playing silly games.
I remember working in the shop. Lifting lead into the old Linotype, and magicaly watching as WORDS came out. I remember ink, and drawers full of type.
I remember learning science at a little table: the structure, and differences, between the Hydrogen and Helium atoms. I learned about electronics, some. I remember days on a dinghy out in the kelp.
I remember the fire that took it all away, July 26, 1977. I remember trying to save the house (and my sisters' stuffed animals) before fleeing. I remember eating at a McDonald's on Milpas when we all met.
And then everything changed. Everything.
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Movie Tears
I cry during movies. Or during sappy parts of books.
How many normal, heterosexual men would admit to that? And whatever your response, why?
Women seem either overly weepy at everything, or able to control their tear ducts to a degree I can't fathom, leaving their (unnecessary) mascara unsmudged.
How odd.
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
The west has always entranced me.
My travels through the the west, my time in the desert, my time climbing rocks and cliffs...alll have affected me. Listining to the Coyotes at night, or watching the sun rise on the eastern Sierra. Our pride as humans is overwelmhing and stunning.
Keeping watch: we all take our turn. But in the end, with any honesty, it is the wild open spaces of the American West that draw me. May these canyons, hillls, fields, washes, remain for all time in excellence and glory.
And blow up the Glen Canyon, for crissakes.
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
Old Friends
So, I got an email from an old friend today.
Did it dredge up memories -- both good and not so good -- yeah.
But it also reminded me of the value of friendship, no matter how many years separated.
You know wh0 you are.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I'm a sucker for sappy films.
I don't often watch them, but when I get sucked in, it's all over.
So: "The Holiday", 2006, Cameron Diaz, Kate Winslet, Jude Law, Jack Black.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Nothing Here, Move Along. Immortality Ahead Through Door #1B.
Death terrifies me. I mean terrifies me.
As an atheist and agnostic (see other sources for definitions; they're worth differentiating), I believe, for lack of additional evidence, in this life and no other.
Frankly, I'm rather attached to this life. And My greatest, truest, most honest desire is this: to witness history. To see what we become, or do not become. To witness the future on grand time scales so large as to make me dizzy while sitting down.
Not only us: I want to watch rock worn away, uplifted, continents drift, the Sun and stars evolve, the galaxies waltz, the vast and minute, the great footwork of the great Astaire and Rogers of time's arrow.
And I know that I will witness no such thing any more than a grain of sand on a beach witnesses and comprehends the greatest of human achievements. Less, to be sure.
And yet I wish it. Beyond all else. From whence do legends of immortals come? From these feverish dreams of time within control. From within our desire -- born of evolutionary intelligence -- to surpass evolution itself.
My cat knows nothing of time, really. Food, rest, play, pleasure, fear, comfort...and, I like to think, Love. But immortality? Is she to be envied? Some, who might be called wise, would say yes. But that Zen-vectored view isn't one I can share anymore. I seek more. I seek the impossible, the forever cat, endless catnip.
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Material: Subect/Verb Agreement
I have some cameras. I have some tripods. I have all of the 'stuff'. There are lights, wires, filters, lenses.
I have amazing microphones and preamps. I have ridiculously capable audio software. I have dead cats (+ 5 for non-incorrect inferrence) and good sealed cans (no, I am not canning animals for winter).
I have five different keyboards, at least three good word processors, and almost 40 years worth of material.
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I have nobody in front of my cameras. I have no voice reaching into my microphone, pleading and demanding audience with the world. I have no words striving for freedom, aside from these silly exercises in construction.
Confusion: what target? Shoot to kill? To capture? To enhance, or represent? I feel befuddled and non-understood swahili in my own intent, no subject for whatever verb I might arrive at.
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