Unwound.

This chart really tied the room together.

2011-12-21T15:32:00.002-05:00

http://www.economist.com/blogs/dailychart/2011/12/world-trade?sort=3#sort-comments

How not to support Blackberry Application Development

2011-07-27T19:14:00.006-05:00

Dear Blackberry,

There is an entire culture of 'distaste' brewing toward your OS, and devices right now, which makes the new Umbrella Corporation, G00gle, look like the savior to our every need.

As part of my wide ranging responsibilities at my place of employment, I develop applications for your phone / OS's. My experience has made chewing on glass seem reasonable.

Some words of advice. Take it for what its worth.

1) Assuming your company makes no mistakes is a big issue. The image of only paid for support ticketing system reaks of a cash grab and a holier than thou attitude. You made five billion dollars last quarter, and that was a poor quarter, would a wordpress linux box or some kind of walkthrough on setup conditions for each phone really put you out?

2) Poor people / resource management: Instead of firing those people who just might have known something about the OS / Blackberrys, since you guys hired them in the first place, they must have had some clue, direct them to help your development base, even if it means bringing coffee, for us developers certainly won't be getting any sleep while QAing every single issue that is not done by your company.

Or hire some people for the tedious stuff, like checking to see if the entire development process is documented and organized by phone, and by OS for each phone, in some reasonable non Starfleet Battles manual kind of structure. Some other things like noting that when you offer an OS for a phone, have a simulator for it released, OS 6 for Bold 9700?, is the asian version the same as the NA version, who knows.... does anyone know? I presume in the world of testing, this must exist somewhere in your recesses of your IT servers.

3) Descriptive words.. be careful using them. "Super Apps", for one. Either document the process clearly and openly or call them more apply "Magic Super Apps", because its going to take fucking magic to make one functional and timely.

4) Misleading phone support, I have called you guys numerous times and if it weren't for dropped calls, I wouldn't have remembered the experience at all.

5) Abusing Java. If you make demo's for one version, how about making them for the new versions. There was this notion java at one time was to be written once and ran everywhere, now its 'written half a dozen different ways, and now runs nowhere'. A hacked together open source Eclipse shouldn't be 'the defacto standard' for almost making 'super' applicatons for the phone.

6) Developers Network. Back to a key phrase here 'network', sort of infers a connecitivty, a community, part of the team atmosphere.. Ahhh well played Blackberry, well played..you guys had us all fooled, silly developers, you need to be some 'bespeckled "yes" person' who sees only rainbows and butterflys asserting that everything is ok, for one to think your culture is supportive.

At first, I had considered myself lucky if I wasn't timed out by your site at least once a day, then it became only hopefullness, where if I just could get that file downloaded over night, I'd be cheery. Do I just sit and lament, nooooo, I send an email to webmaster to let them know there might be something amiss.

To my surprise, my inbox contains an almost immediate reply.

Could it be they truly care? Am I finally going to get to heard from someone who is moved by my plight.

... no of course, not this isn't, your parents you are emailing ... instead, its a kind response telling me my email of my incredibly worthless concerns are probably spam, without anyone having read such, and I should sign up for some kind of.. something... oh like I read the rest of that auto responding email. It makes a bold statement when the 'ai' put into my email to the webmaster is so smart it can tell my intentions from its content. That's down right Big Blue material.

7) Forward selling. Don't like the problems of today? Ah OS 7 will fix everything, will any of your apps run under it. Probably not, but does anyone know. From the phone support, it doesn't look like it will. Not to worry, these will make your Blackberry Super Apps more magical, more special. Almost vapourous.

8) Registration issues, well those Olympics have already been well documented by others, but I did almost shit myself that signing software is now free. Does anyone know if signing helps an application run or not? If you can make one run seemingly easier without signing the app, then why do it? Why does signing have to run out? If I wish to tag every single app with the same sign, and its 'mine' what does Blackberry care? Aren't more apps good? And what would happen if I gave the signing keys away anyway? This assumes someone could make a good app with it. Cracking the encryption seems easier than cracking the rhyme or reason behind the processes, let alone making magic apps.

If these recommendations help in any way, feel free to contact me, I promise I actually respond to my emails or put some time aside to help, I'm just that kind of guy.

Yours truly,

Edward W. Stanley

Have I given up? Of course not. This is building character. I'll make the apps work despite the obstacles. Its vaguely reminiscent of grinding through WOW or COH levels. At least there are no subscription costs; yet. Will I advise anyone else to make apps, maybe my above missive speaks for itself.

"She should have Dragon Scale Skin with Wings of Fire."

2011-03-26T11:38:00.000-05:00

Still looking....

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2010-06-05T18:51:00.002-05:00

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Wild Horses - The Rolling Stones 1995

2010-06-05T12:28:00.000-05:00

Peter Gabriel - Red Rain [PLAY-Version]

2010-06-02T22:59:00.000-05:00

Tool - Ænema [uncut version - hq - fullscreen]

2010-06-01T19:04:00.000-05:00

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

2010-05-30T20:51:00.000-05:00

Inxs - Never Tears Us Apart

2010-05-29T21:31:00.000-05:00

The Cult - Fire Woman (HQ)

2010-05-25T21:16:00.000-05:00

The Cult - Painted On My Heart

2010-05-23T11:45:00.000-05:00

Sarah McLachlan - Do What You Have To Do

2010-05-23T11:43:00.000-05:00

Change

2010-05-23T11:41:00.000-05:00

TV Guide top 100

2009-10-19T01:06:00.000-05:00

1. Seinfeld: "The Contest"
2. The Sopranos: "College"
3. The Mary Tyler Moore Show: "Chuckles Bites the Dust"
4. I Love Lucy: "Lucy Does a TV Commercial"
5. Lost: "Pilot"
6. ER: "Love's Labor Lost"
7. The Honeymooners: "Better Living Through TV"
8. Mad Men: "Nixon vs. Kennedy"
9. All in the Family: "Cousin Maude's Visit"
10. 24: "Season 1: 11PM-12AM"
11. The Twilight Zone: "Time Enough at Last"
12. SNL from 4/22/78
13. The Dick Van Dyke Show: "It May Look Like a Walnut"
14. Buffy the Vampire Slayer: "Once More With Feeling"
15. The Cosby Show: "Goodbye Mr. Fish"
16. The Fugitive: "Judgment"
17. South Park: "Trapped in the Closet"
18. The Andy Griffith Show: "Opie the Birdman"
19. The Office: "Diversity Day"
20. MASH: "Abyssinia, Henry"
21. Friends: "The One with the Embryos"
22. Six Feet Under: "Everyone's Waiting"
23. St. Elsewhere: "Time Heals"
24. The Simpsons: "Krusty Gets Kancelled"
25. Homicide:Life on the Street: "Subway"
26. The Wire: "Final Grades"
27. Curb Your Enthusiasm: "The Special Section"
28. 30 Rock: "Black Tie"
29. Cheers: "Show Down"
30. NYPD Blue: "Hearts and Souls"
31. Frasier: "The Ski Lodge"
32. Arrested Development: "Development Arrested"
33. Roseanne: "A Stash From the Past"
34. Thirtysomething: "A Second Look"
35. The X-Files: "Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose"
36. Star Trek:TNG: "Best of Both Worlds Part 1"
37. The Bob Newhart Show: "Over the River and Through the Woods"
38. The Shield: "Possible Kill Screen"
39. The Wonder Years: "Pilot"
40. The West Wing: "Two Cathedrals"
41. Freaks and Geeks: "Carded and Discarded"
42. Everybody Loves Raymond: "Marie's Sculpture"
43. Battlestar Gallactica: "Blood on the Scales"
44. My So-Called Life: "Self-Esteem"
45. General Hospital: "Luke and Laura's Wedding"
46. Ellen: "The Puppy Episode"
47. CSI: "Grave Danger"
48. Moonlighting: "Atomic Shakespeare"
49. Dexter: "The British Invasion"
50. The Larrry Sanders Show: "Flip"
51. Taxi: "Reverend Jim: A Space Odyssey"
52. Damages: "Because I Know Patty"
53. The Carol Burnett Show: "Went With the Wind"
54. Twin Peaks: "Pilot"
55. Desperate Housewives: "One Wonderful Day"
56. How I Met Your Mother: "Slap Bet"
57. Hill Street Blues: "Freedom's Last Stand"
58. The Odd Couple: "Password"
59. Alfred Hitchcock Presents: "Lamb to the Slaughter"
60. The Big Bang Theory: "The Bath Item Gift Hypothesis"
61. L.A. Law: "Good to the Last Drop"
62. Law and Order: "Life Choice"
63. Grey's Anatomy: "Losing My Religion"
64. Murphy Brown: "You Say Potatoe, I Say Potato"
65. WKRP in Cincinnati: "Turkeys Away"
66. House: "Three Stories"
67. Dynasty: "The Threat"
68. Heroes: "Company Man"
69. Dallas: "A House Divided"
70. Sex and the City: "Pick-a-little, Talk-a-little"
71. Little House on the Prairie: "I'll Be Waving as You Drive Away"
72. Batman: "Better Luck Next Time"
73. The Outer Limits: "Demon With a Glass Hand"
74. Will & Grace: "Home for the Holidays"
75. Gilmore Girls: "Raincoats and Recipes"
76. Family Ties: "The Real Thing (Part 2)"
77. The Waltons: "The Easter Story"
78. Angel: "I Will Remember You"
79. Charlie's Angels: "Angels in Chains"
80. Star Trek: "City on the Edge of Forever"
81. Smallville: "Rosetta"
82. Farscape: "Revenging Angel"
83. Good Times: "Black Jesus"
84. Alias: "The Telling"
85. Melrose Place: "The Bitch is Back"
86. Scrubs: "My Musical"
87. Happy Days: "Fonzie Loves Pinky"
88. Magnum, P.I.: "Did You See the Sunrise"
89. Beauty and the Beast: "Orphans"
90. Malcolm in the Middle: "Bowling"
91. Beverly Hills 90210: "Spring Dance"
92. Party of Five: "Intervention"
93. Big Love: "Come, Ye Saints"
94. Ally McBeal: "Cro-Magnon"
95. Supernatural: "No Rest for the Wicked"
96. Rescue Me: "Baptism"
97. Mary Hartman: "Chicken Soup"
98. Breaking Bad: "Peek a Boo"
99. Family Guy: "Blue Harvest"
100. The Brady Bunch: "The Subject Was Noses"

Fast Film Reviews

2009-09-16T17:27:00.010-05:00

By Edward W. Stanley

I thought I'd have a scary film night and I watched a few movies recently, having not found a realistic review for any of them; I figured I'd post my take on these pieces of 'cinema'.

Drag Me to Hell, 2009

3 out of 9

"Rehashed but good plots, gaudy special effects, not bad acting, probably popular in the high schools, don't have any expectations"

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1127180/

It's a horror movie, and fairly horrible. I really tried to get into and although I found it though had a good 'story', it was three twilight zone stories mashed together, with some awkward special effects. Acting was reasonable. I couldn't sit through it. It might be enjoyable if you are a Fangora fan.

Eddy's fast alt: Constantine

Antichrist, 2009

2 out of 9 (Yes it gets a worse score than Drag Me to Hell, for Willem Defoe should know better)

"A Big budget quality horror film, but hard to find anything remotely enjoyable, not recommended at all."

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0870984/

Warning: this film contains extremely graphic violence.

I had high hopes for this film but I couldn't sit through this TIFF (Toronto International Film Festival) special horror feature either. It wasn't because of the nature of horror films, for I can name 4 or 5 films off the top of my head (Saw, Nightmare on Elm Street, Identity, The Exorcist 3, or Scream) of the genre that are very memorable. But this movie just pours on the violence and its message; yes it tries to have a message, which is absurd at best. Willem Defoe, the big name attached to this film, brought a certain believability and credibility (irony) to this film. I would not recommend it to anyone.

Eddy's fast alt: Misery

Laid to Rest, 2009

4 out of 9

"A low budget movie that could be remade, with a budget into a good film"

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1228933/

As low budget scary movies go it wasn't bad, the characters were interesting if mostly poorly acted. This bad acting and plot actually works for this film. This could have been a really good film, but the Jigsaw / Jason villain's mask was too shiny, the plot too thin and the music score was provided by what seems like the directors' friend's band.

Oddly, the best of the bunch, if you can call it best.

Eddy's fast alt: Saw

District 9 - Review

2009-08-17T09:51:00.014-05:00

District 9

A Review By Edward W. Stanley

“3 Years.” Sometimes it’s all in the little details that makes or breaks a great film. This movie covers all the details; the narrative style fits the classic space invaders plot, the pace is brisk while not being all Tony Scott, the characters motivations are clear, reasonably mutable, and visuals are top notch.

District 9 is a great sci-fi film where Alienation meets a pseudo - documentary style film. Peter Jackson stomps through familiar science fiction themes in a dark, way too real, fairy tale world revisiting apartheid, the fears of differences, indifference and corporatism of war.

Our protagonist / anti-hero / hero / fifth business / unwittingly Marxist placard and therefore the obviously central character Wikus, is ironically summed up, “And you know Wikus, he never was very strong.” Sharlto Copley, A newcomer as well to the big screen and provides a solid performance but did need a hand throughout the film from the well placed supporting cast.

The director reveals his penchant for referencing the typical plot devices, for example of reversing roles of through ‘internalization’ of the alien’s plight. He also seems to have been watching some of my favourite movies; if you liked them then you will enjoy the well paced 112 minutes. The generous homage’s include Blood Diamond and Black Hawk Down, to The Last Star Fighter and Starship Troopers with X Files and a touch of Robocop thrown in for good measure.

If there is one fault to District 9, is that provokes the audience to think about various issues, but never really drives home how its ‘us’ who create and maintain these devices that are in place that create ‘districts’.

You can’t deny that fear: of others, inter-racial sex, and how it is a continuance of money and power paying to sustain it, are brought to the forefront in this film.

What is refreshing is how its peoples actions that make or break situations, not some mysterious ‘force’ or ‘mystical song’ that fixes everything.

This kind of great entertainment can overshadow the seriousness of the issues at hand, and there’s “A fine for that."

See this film.

8 out of 9

"Hey There Delilah" - PLAIN WHITE T'S

2009-08-02T19:29:00.004-05:00

"Hey There Delilah"

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along
because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

Far Away

2009-08-02T11:56:00.004-05:00

As far away as observable, 13 Billion Light Years, a gamma ray burst.

I Remember - Damien Rice

2009-07-27T19:52:00.004-05:00

I remember it well, the first time that I saw
Your head round the door
Cause mine stopped working
I remember it well, there was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stair
And time stopped moving

Want you here tonight, want you here
Cause I can't believe what I found
Want you here tonight, want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down

I remember it well, taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing
I remember it well, I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mind

Want you here tonight, want you here
Cause I can't believe what I found
Want you here tonight, want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down
Cept you my love
Cept you, my love

Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
An I hope, that my sanity covers the cost
To remove, the stain of my love
Paper maché

Oooh, Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love this is porn
God would forgive me
But I, I whip myself scorn, scorn

An I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december

An I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want? (spoken)

Levitation

2008-08-22T10:07:00.003-05:00

I had wondered if its possible that the concept of myths are an only "European" phenomena?

Are there books in other languages written by other cultures that have the concept of myth built into them? In western culture, there is(well I think so), a place for once believed facts, for example the fact that unicorns, leprechauns and dragons are not 'real'. It's cutesy romanticizing an awful time in the darker times of humanity.

See its easy to prove that a + b + c prove d but its not so easy to prove that a + b + c disprove d.

It seems our greyhound mad man had probably read an article, in the newspapers he delivers which were written not in his language on the subject of wendigo. Its a Canadian myth of possession where cannibalism is a predominant feature in the story

Its oddly similar to the really bad decision made on the bus.

Also supporting this, I had read somewhere, that there was some survey that asserts some really high number of middle eastern population believe in Genies. Think Aladdin.

I think its possible that social pressures and civic expectations cause people to internalize myths. Not fulfilled at work, life, relationships or whatever, one then needs change or an outlet. Have a few less dogs barking doesn't hurt or being undereducated might reaffirm these 'facts'.

Similarities to the Indian rope trick also come into play.

Is one aspect of culture: the degrees of belief and policy, norms and or folkways of myths?

Or maybe my line of thinking might be just another myth.

e

Mars Melt Hints at Solar, Not Human, Cause for Warming, Scientist Says

2008-06-20T13:29:00.000-05:00

Mars Melt Hints at Solar, Not Human, Cause for Warming, Scientist Says

Kate Raviliousfor National Geographic News
February 28, 2007
Simultaneous warming on Earth and Mars suggests that our planet's recent climate changes have a natural—and not a human-induced—cause, according to one scientist's controversial theory.
Earth is currently experiencing rapid warming, which the vast majority of climate scientists says is due to humans pumping huge amounts of greenhouse gases into the atmosphere.

Mars, too, appears to be enjoying more mild and balmy temperatures.

In 2005 data from NASA's Mars Global Surveyor and Odyssey missions revealed that the carbon dioxide "ice caps" near Mars's south pole had been diminishing for three summers in a row.
Habibullo Abdussamatov, head of space research at St. Petersburg's Pulkovo Astronomical Observatory in Russia, says the Mars data is evidence that the current global warming on Earth is being caused by changes in the sun.
"The long-term increase in solar irradiance is heating both Earth and Mars," he said.
Solar Cycles
Abdussamatov believes that changes in the sun's heat output can account for almost all the climate changes we see on both planets.
Mars and Earth, for instance, have experienced periodic ice ages throughout their histories.
"Man-made greenhouse warming has made a small contribution to the warming seen on Earth in recent years, but it cannot compete with the increase in solar irradiance," Abdussamatov said.
By studying fluctuations in the warmth of the sun, Abdussamatov believes he can see a pattern that fits with the ups and downs in climate we see on Earth and Mars.
Abdussamatov's work, however, has not been well received by other climate scientists.

Two good examples on the discussion of Global Warming

2008-03-31T09:41:00.002-05:00

Both are interesting and sensible discussions.

The first video is part of a 4 part video. One can watch the rest.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOLkze-9GcI&eurl=http://fipher.blogspot.com/2007/12/global-warming-or-global-fraud.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9ob9WdbXx0&feature=related

Globe and Mail Earth Hour Counterpoint Part 4

2008-03-30T18:12:00.004-05:00

FYI I studied Environmental Science and Urban Geography at U Of T. But the man who I most found rational and cogent was John Crispo, my economics professor, probably one of the smartest men I've ever met, and he thankfully put me in my place enough times during my tree hugging days. I in no way suggest he validates or supports any of my arguments.

I tend to take a page out my interpretation of his style.

Now to discuss your argument:

""Your idea that there is "another side", some credible source claiming that anthropocentric greenhouse gas emissions are benign in our atmosphere. Is absolutely false ."
Geoffrey, simply when we animals on the planet exhale, we release CO2 into the air, that is a form of an anthropocentric gas emissions. I wont use the term 'greenhouse', for we do not live in a greenhouse, well maybe some people do, if they own one or are homeless. Plants use CO2 to thrive. Humans and animals eat plants to survive. Its actually a rather novel cycle.
"Yes there are many unanswered questions ,"
If there are unknown and unquantifiable variables on environment changes how can you conclude with any certainty that any policy will make things better, if there is such a thing as better.
"which is not surprising considering that our study of atmosheric science is relatively young"
Technically, the study of the weather has been one of the biggest questions since the beginning of human history, from Weather Gods to sundials. Just now its David Suzuki and satellites.
"there is scientific debate occurring , ... that human activity is a significant factor in accelerated rates of greenhouse gasses, and subsequent climate changes."
Yes, we exhale CO2 and expel methane.
"No credible source claims anthropocentric driven climate is bunk "or"...claims the IPCC is in anyway fraudulent"
Try State of Fear by Michael Crichton
Bottom line is not if we can stop change because we can not, and thats really alright, but up to half the planet will probably die because of it. Lets try to give people the means to save themselves.
Jobs, food, shelter, toques; simple.

Globe and Mail Earth Hour Counterpoint Part 3

2008-03-30T17:17:00.001-05:00

Commentary keeps ruining my formating.. my blog has it in proper format.
http://stillunwound.blogspot.com
RE: John Deriso
"And of course, beyond all this, I would like to know how conservationism is a bad thing. What rationale is there for consumerism?"
Conservationism can also be called an anti-global trade premise. Typical suggestions in conservationism, include the following
1) shopping locally - 'saving fuel costs and such'.. which means do not buy it from a cheaper place.
It also, keeps servicing the products within the local manufactures scope, and thereby keeps though local revenue streams open.
2) Spend less - well capital that is spent on products in turn increases employment - lesser products purchased less jobs, less jobs great poverty.
"What is the logic behind using up everything all at once, and anyone else, any other nation be damned? "
You are sort of vague when you say "using up everything all at once",well fungibility is the key here.
If you are referring to Oil for example, it is not used all at once. The US for example stock piles huge amounts of fuel. It's called resource planning.
As for the tar sands, 'oh well were using that all up', well theres some bad news. There are certain bacterias that think the oil in the tar sands are just yummy.
The reserve is depleting naturally.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tar_sands
What is the harm in some caution when it comes to our environment?
My retort to this comment, how long does an environmental assessment take in Canada? It seems pretty slow to me.
"Computers don't need that much memory! And so on.....)"
And finally, the above statement was never said, nor was there any similar statement that can be attributed to Bill Gates. Though it is another meme.
It is interesting for you to conclude your argument based on a myth.

Globe and Mail Earth Hour Counterpoint Part 2

2008-03-30T16:00:00.002-05:00

The globe and mail blog posting is still ruining my paragraphs, so I'll repost it here for an easier read.

.....

Thanks John for the suggestion, but i have an interest in rational thought and when i see a social meme get out of hand, and my son might get confused about what is really going on in the worlds weather, I feel the need to show that not everything that gets put on paper or the new paper ' blogs' is necessarily fact.

But the "pro" (I'm not sure what they are supporting) 'side' other than increasing taxes, electricity prices and thereby putting people at risk for weather changes, through increases in unemployment and poverty has had plenty of time to comment on my remarks.

Oddly, I have not seen one detraction from my premises, yet.

I will not assume they therefore agree with me but I'm guessing they need some time to read up on vulcanism.

The problem with electricity if I can find one for this issue is the 'how to make it' rather than the 'how much to use'.

Geothermal solves it all and can kill most of us at the sme time, kind of handy that way.

Solar works pretty good to at warming things up and generating electricity.

I do take issue with the word 'greenhouse', we dont live in a greenhouse. A greenhouse is an enclosed space where we can control the environment inputs and outputs.

Economic forces will improve the effiencies of electronic equipment as a benefit to the consumer, although there are government regulations which are mandating lesser power usage.

One clear contridiction is the suggestion to reduce heating and lighting electrical usage but increase its usage in cars.

They really shuold look up terms like, fungibility and economies of scale before assuming the socially mandated meme decrease in electrical power will do anything other than make the IESO increase the prices over all.

Plants and equipment need maintenance whether they are running or not.

The earth can generate electricty for all, keep us warm and cool at the same time, we just need to know where to dig the pipes. http://stillunwound.blogspot.com/

Globe and Mail Earth Hour Counterpoint Part 1

2008-03-30T15:52:00.004-05:00

It doesn't seem to format correctly with their comment forum, but here is it properly formatted,

Climate change.

Human created energy: 3 volcanoes worth.

The population will at best double EVER: maximum human output of heat production 6 volcanoes.

Natural volcano energy production currently: 11 active volcanoes. A currently low amount historically.

Realise that one volcano, if it has a severe eruption, which happens every couple hundred years or so, can drop the global temperture significantly and kill. Iceland the Laki eruption in 1783 was a memorable one.

"The effects, of course, were most severe in Iceland; ultimately, more than 75 percent of Iceland�s livestock and 25 percent of its human population died from famine or the toxic impact of the Laki eruption clouds. Consequences were also felt far beyond Iceland."

http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?id=how-do-volcanoes-affect-w

Solar output variation as much as one or two degrees either way globally.

Numbers of people living in poverty: current estimates place this around 50% of the planet.

An excellent indictor rather of the extent human hardship is the stat that the economist places unemployment in China at around 10%, thats alot of people.

The bottom line question is are we changing the enviornment?

Well of course, but there are many more factors: the solar output variances, volcanoes, and planetary wobbling which are uncontrollable.

What we need to do is make sure everyone has enough to eat and shelter to weather (heh) the changes.

Its like blaming human activities for the need to wear a toque before going outside. And then instead of handing out toques, tell people to stop using power for heat.

Though, i think David Suzuki, views himself as the lead character in Isben's play, The Enemy of the People.

Which only shows one can be right and wrong at the same time.

In nirvana

2008-03-19T21:43:00.002-05:00

.... my mind wanders off....

Heart shaped box by nirvana and / or KC

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back (alt: ... when you turn black)

Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait! (alt: hate! haight!)
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angels hair and babys breath
Broken hymen of your highness Im left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back (alt: ... when you turn black)

Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
Ive got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Something else that is hot.

2008-03-17T13:15:00.002-05:00

"Smithsonian Global Volcanism Program data for known or inferred Holocene volcanoes are now available as a Google Earth layer, displaying a photo (when available), geographic data, and links to more detailed information from the GVP and international volcano observatories or other websites focusing on regional volcanoes. The Google Earth software must be downloaded and installed to use this placemark file."

Download Google Earth Holocene Volcanoes Placemark

A Fitting Poem for Spring by Pablo Neruda

2008-03-17T09:33:00.000-05:00

Every Day You Play

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda

My something else weekend

2008-03-16T15:02:00.002-05:00

This has been one special weekend. No answers. More questions. Spinning, walking, talking, sleeping.

All I can leave you all with now is, some good words from Matt Good.

"Alert Status Red" In the wilderness uncountable voices earplugs for the birds and the animals and blinders for your beast of burden, the will for learning these books were made for burning in the wilderness beneath the ancient sand lies crushed and tanned those sapphire girls may we never forget you Alert status red but the sun comes up insteadIn the wilderness the only place to find freedom is in the dictionary under "F"men in holes, men in caves, men in chains I ask but the store clerk needn't checkman I forget which came first the bad idea or me befallen by it? not giving a shit may we never forget you Alert status redbut the sun comes up instead In the wilderness senile live the zealouslost to the treasures that compel us muted down like patriots amiss you know I'm jealous of how you can just turn them off those bad ideas that feel so soft may they never forget you

The Economist on the Environment in Short.

2008-03-10T13:17:00.001-05:00

"Then again, almost all human activity entails at least some emissions. If we were being really puritanical about climate change, no one would be travelling or farming or even breathing."

Men and Women Explained .... with MS PAINT

2008-03-07T16:38:00.001-05:00

I can't add to this. The video says it all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jLN5OFZntM

Managed caribou and eco footprint day care centers.

2008-03-02T10:11:00.005-05:00

Just in case the green life doesn't like me calling the authors kid an eco footprint.

>"Consumption is terrible for ............... When the caribou herd gets too big for its territory, there'a a natural cull through either disease or starvation.

Consumption is not terrible. Bad and unsupported science is terrible. RE caribou, its utter nonsense. Humanity has 'managed' the caribou since we learned how to hold a spear.
Regarding our 'territory', It's a huge planet. We only occupy 7 - 10% of the 'good land' on this planet and since our poulation will not likely ever double there always will be plenty of 'good land' and lots of places for the reindeer to play their reindeer games. Eco footprints do not mean anything, they are part of a) the increasing amount of, who cares if it changes something it must be 'bad', because change is i'm guessing consistantly bad and b) a formula of some weak premises. Anyone with a science background would roll their eyes at the increasing margins of error issues alone.
If any of you ever read the business section of this paper you would realise the only current shortages are gold, rare radioactive isotopes used in medicine, and common sense.
We are insects to this planet.
The authors should be embarrassed, maybe one of them should drive so that they can spend more time with their child and take responsibility for the 'additional eco footprint they created'.
Yes your child is an additional eco footprint, not a person, not your family, not your pride and joy.
See, how nice it is when you refer to child or prerson as a eco footprint. It lends to taking away ones concern for ones fellow person, let alone family when one speaks in these terms.
In my opinion. If you can afford new things, buy them. The jobs they create will put food on someones table and roof over their head.
Give your old stuff away to those low 'eco foot prints' who live on the street. You will feel much better.
Edward

The oddest feeling. Musing

2008-02-29T21:59:00.000-05:00

The oddest feeling.

I’m not sure if we as a species can handle an odd possibility.
What if this is it? There is no one else out there. This is as good as it can be.
Even in the near infinite of the universe, what if there are no aliens, nothing, and all we can do is look at each other for making it through our lives.

Monarchy and dictators are the same. They run most of the world.
What if that never changes?
Ever. Would we let it change? Would it make a difference, and wouldn’t the fungibles be what controls things anyway?

The human condition is readily defined. We not know why but can we ever?
All the science is fact, or fact enough, now that all the infinities are measurable and scalable.
All technology is already created.
We can modify the weather as we see fit, as long as someone will pay for it.
We only find different way of putting the Lego together.
Medicine has all the cures for everything but sometimes it kills the host.

We do get better at amusing ourselves.
But all the best jokes have been told, sometimes at our expense.
All the saddest moments are well documented.
Everything is catalogued somewhere.
Is this the end?

sound I hate the most - poem

2008-02-29T21:19:00.000-05:00

Someone once told me
The big guy gives as much as one can carry.
I’ve seen enough,
Of those sink to the bottom
Holding it all,
And bringing everyone else with.
Bubbles out the nose,
Wizen and then risen,
Only to look down on those who’d only wave,
As they go by.
As they go by.
As they go by.
Well I’m waving one finger at those who’d point and I’m leading the way.
I’m dropping everything, given and holding onto what I want.
When I want it. All the same and winding.
It’s selfish and mean,
But you all helped, yourselves.
And the cupboard is now bare.
Empty like my eyes.
I hear the sound I hate the most; The door closing.

Of me of times past...

2008-01-07T21:45:00.002-05:00

A little self reflection...

in no particular order...

Awwww.

2007-09-27T19:06:00.000-05:00

Not Creative.

2007-08-22T11:18:00.000-05:00

There was a rhyme, upon a time.
Where Darkness fell, and my soul to sell,
Everything crashed and left me bashed,
My words pointed and without remorse,
I watch it all go its course.

My time might be short or it might be long,
But you feel better showin’ me wrong,
I’ll tell you this, I only wanted a little kiss,
The eyes that burn with fires that churn,
Make nothing right, and cause a fight,

For night calls, and the moon it falls,
I dare not haver, or ask a favour,
An illusion of confusion,
Eat this truth,
Chase it with vermouth.

I’m in pain but not in shame.
The trees fell with nothing to sell,
Just a tool or only a fool,
You might say but I will not stay,
I’ll give you credit, but just forget it.

There and back again...

2007-08-14T18:25:00.000-05:00

Preface:

this adventure was made special by two of the greatest friends ever, YM and BD.

You guys were awesome. To our next taskforce and adventure. Cheers!

The journey begins.

Fireworks in Niagara Falls!

More of Same!

I was going nowhere close to 15 of anything.

And I wasn't even on the Rainbow bridge.

Another bridge to cross.

A blue one.

Nice clouds.

For some reason I found this picture funny.

I wondered if there were 'flies' there.

My reflection.

Sunshine state (not Colorado)

I think they had wishful thinking when Florida was named that.

Total peace.

A little pride... Sigh.. Red & White... and blue.

The Godfather himself. Right back at you, my friend.

And look, he has a Stella for me. God bless him.

The two most dangerous things to be found in the South.

Aww. Sniff.

Oh look, the Americans have attached an Ice rink to an outside bar.

Oh look, Mark's handiwork.. its everywhere! =)

TAMPA BAY ALL THE WAY!!! RED!!!

I'm not sure if its courteous or hurried, in intent.

For some reason I don't think the beer helped that happen.

Pretty.

Pretty and Pretty Old.

Footprints, mine... in St. Petersburg. No gates though.

But there is a lovely stand of trees.

A lonely bird wading by the beach.

A closer look.

Damn, it's hot.

Can you say cantilever.

Just, wow.

Where the locals collect.

Crickey, she's big one. Damn near took my arm off.

0.5 gets you more siding than you could ever ask for.

And the return home.

PS: there are so many more I wanted to post but Blogger seems happy with this number of pictures.

Again I must say, Thank you.

I thought they were just a light bulb?

2007-07-19T23:49:00.000-05:00

"Hasbro has issued a voluntary recall of about one million Easy-Bake Ovens because the toys pose an amputation and burn danger to children, the U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission said Thursday."

Odd.

TOOL and such

2007-07-09T23:48:00.000-05:00

Hamilton. ... had an awesome time. Best concert ever. Met some incredible people.

The four angels were awesome as well. Tattooed my mind and soul. My dreams were everything today, i could have hoped for; if only for an evening. I may be now whole.

O I wonder if I'll see them again.

Sidenote: The eastern states are incredible. Details to follow.

TFA - oil on canvas

2007-06-13T12:41:00.000-05:00

Vista.

2007-06-04T14:34:00.000-05:00

One person’s journey to a Vista and a running commentary on, someone once said, "how everything changes it always remains the same".

It was unavoidable; as I expected, a major change would be my plan. I'd be forced to adapt and a good step is to take on a review of such, as it is, Windows Vista. Luckily, I am able to now conclude that computing, as a whole has not been totally rewritten in Vista. I'd like to see incorporated in future releases an option to buy and upgrade to optional other MS programs, like Office. But one thing I can't wait for is a better Mail client in Vista, rumours abounded for a replacement, well I certianly hope. But my mother always told me if I had nothing nice to say to refrain from speaking at all. So I'll move on.

Also I would have expected automatic licensing which need purchased through on line methods. Skips all the download time, running out to CC or FS, one might infer that is already the case because of the 'Microsoft Store’ but pricewise I always wondered if anyone ever bought stuff from there, it's like the Marks and Sparks or if you have to ask then its probably too much.

Back to impressions of Vista sorts. Security overall is locked down for the most part. The graphics in contrast seem to be snappier, but other applications controls seem hesitant, I might associate with the newer video card and the shared memory architecture of Vista.

It seems like it runs a tight algorithm dictating how much is free free, not "sort of free"? It feels like a interesting programming side effect of garbage collection.

But, I'm probably wrong.

Everything is really shiny and “semi see” through by the seashore, or if you like its windows 2000/XP and an allowance for ample theme development for all market segments. The options included seem like old knock offs of various Unix X desktops, if you like that sort of thing.

Screen real estate constraints because of the new interface are larger on a whole (It is an area where this needs to be improved) a simple unified scaling feature would be a great touch. Since it is translucent to various degrees, which I'm guessing is really comforting or relaxing on the eyes and possibly a valid trade off.

I would run metered tests on application speeds versus XP, but within increased active OS function, general memory usage is doubled what a typical run of average program installed.

My absolute favourite part about this OS is the constant alerts that the programs are possibly dangerous. Ah the State Of Fear rears it ugly head. It's only dangerous if you didn't ghost the entire OS at the time of install, and put it away safe so that if the original roll out fails you can restore it to a new disk or more likely disks and you have backed up your data files to an external location, which I'm guessing will have to be on a windows home server roll out. (Its built-in adaptive software RAID seems safe enough.

Now I picked up the ultimate edition, just because. I think it means I'm ultimate. Ya know?

I noticed that under the network settings, Vista wasn't sure if I should open them, risky place the nic card settings could be. I'm guessing it stops people from playing with them but for those who need to know the default settings include ip v4 and v6 but as previously implements deployed in a limited support roll. Also, the ‘super version’ of printer sharing is included because I’m ultimate. Snicker.

A more visual historical representation of driver versions installed would have moved mountains, with easily list able added files and therefore subtracted but if its here I can't find it.

While on that, noting all the OpenType in the fonts folder.
OpenType has several distinctive features:
The font character encoding is based on Unicode and can support any script (or multiple scripts at once).
OpenType fonts can have up to 65,536 glyphs.
Fonts can have advanced typographic features that allow proper typographic treatment of complex scripts and advanced typographic effects for simpler scripts, such as the Latin script used in writing English.
Font files are intended to be cross-platform, and can be used without modification on Mac OS, Windows and some Unix systems.
If no additional glyphs or extensive typographic features are added, OpenType CFF fonts can be considerably smaller than their Type 1 counterparts.
From:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/OpenType

Translating the above into English, “the consumer” type more resembles the old “Professional” which is called Postscript or drawn with curves and more precise than the consumer type previously called Truetype, which is drawn in less detail in what’s called the raster process.

And if you think that complicated just google “SING gaiji solution.” Think of trying to play “Wheel of Fortune” where there are 8,000 to 15,000 symbols (words, meanings, scenes) where you need them all drawn properly and some of the possibilities, which could be made into words, are not readily defined and / or easily referenced. (Cue the X Files music)

I know there are often situations where the original meaning of a word is lost but not so much on how to write the “word” down.

I am so digressing.

Back to Vista, but I will pause though for today after this one last note. The logging is improved; it is very polite about Internet explorer stopping functioning for some odd reason(s). It does come across as stable so far. The video card seemly lack of deep and rich controllability might put off ‘The Tweekers’,’ you know whom you are. But I’m sure there will be a flight of kits out there soon enough expanding ones options as the month’s progress. I might touch on this at greater detail tomorrow if I have time.

Till then.

The ranty part of the missive, stop now if you dislike

I’m wondering if this new web 2.0 (who came up with this silly moniker, for a canned web application management tool set. [I’d describe as programmable web frameworks with user input explicitly inferred.].

Most of web 2.0’s user direct inferred contact was found in the early beginning of the Internet. Its almost like it has disappeared from being news worthy, ironic that, or was it ever, the good old Newsgroups. So If I had to describe the “Web 2.0”’, or AJAX or any other personally rich web based interface visitor comment form, would be “NNTP:” newsgroups meets gossip meets “http:“ keyboard affirmation.

Or as good old wikipedia would infer

Web 1.0 -->Web 2.0
DoubleClick-->Google AdSense
Ofoto-->Flickr
Akamai-->BitTorrent
mp3.com-->Napster
Britannica Online-->Wikipedia
personal websites-->blogging
evite-->upcoming.org and EVDB
domain name speculation-->search engine optimization
page views-->cost per click
screen scraping-->web services
publishing-->participation
content management systems-->wikis
directories (taxonomy)-->tagging ("folksonomy")
stickiness-->syndication

I’ve heard the true death of the Internet was the first advertisement ever posted on the Internet.

But I would suppose that really the death of Internet and rebirth into a truly market driven was when someone stopped trying to stop people from voicing their opinions, purchases, window shopping, (lol) window shopping, with ad support, and now everyone with a computer is now semi or almost or could be fact, or not as long as nickel and dime advertising pays for it.

Here's the underlying social mem or folk way that pervades almost every human, we have found knowledge, theres a definition for it, but who really knows what is fact about everything?

Who could be if ever, know everything and anything before we move into a spiritual discussion?

We are a curious species, don’t mind some degree of someone else’s message, or advertising as long as it gives them the chance or a choice to comment about the subject in question.

For who knows maybe they might know something we do not, even if its something we do not care to know, absurdly be impossible for them to know, (Although it might be true), or reaffirm something we already concede as fact.

But what do I know?

Empty. by ews

2007-05-13T23:00:00.000-05:00

Well I never,
Something like that,
Stuff like that,
Thank you,
I appreciate it,
I don’t know anything,
You owe me that,
Don’t you think?
Keep it to yourself,
Private thoughts,
Of and or lies
and
Of and or truth,
And
Of and or secrets
I was just saying,
Let me think,
I’m sorry,
Just wait a second,
I'll tell you everything,
You need to know this,
What are you not telling me?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
It’s none of your business,
Fine,
I promise.
You don’t know me,
Better than I know myself,
I don’t care,
I never did,
Who do you think you are?
Get a life,
I've heard that before,
Did you really want to know?
I'll let you know.

I love you.
I believe in you.
I trust you.
I wish you the best of luck,
I hope you are well,
If I could only do more,
If I could only help,
You fill me till I’m empty,
With the empty.

Escape. by ews

2007-05-08T08:53:00.000-05:00

We all saunter in, books in hand or heavy bags thrown over our shoulders. The table would be a parade of tiny statues all lined up in formation. Ready to celebrate our arrival and the impending clangs and slashes in our minds eye.

Our old tarnished off rack clothes of last years seasons or someone else’s last years seasons would be replaced by carefully crafted cloaks, adamantine armour and rosy rings supporting our defense against the mountains of snow and dreary apathy lining the sidewalks.

I arrive on death’s doorstop and found the Rules change all that.

The die must be cast you see; you can’t perish unless you are ten below. From within the memories halls of men and women we wanted to be or of who were, courageous, even before we knew what that meant, became our doctrine.

Ratios were learnt, apothecaries and the days before labels on bottles were ever the concern. To be safe, you had to watch where you walked; someone had to stay up every night, just to be sure. Reading the right tomes brought you power and strength, enough to change the world. But there were wrong ones, no one ever read what was written and they would be destroyed, along with all the bad weapons so that reassuringly to all of us, no one would ever face them again. Apparently, old schools left to decay would end up housing the greatest fears and we would be triumphant over them, sometimes costly.

But then back then there was a day when cries out to ancient times and ancient gods would bring back the fallen, a simple assurance, false, of our never-ending to pacify and heal the unavoidable.

One thing was sure whatever you faced in depths you could be sure you would not see once you left the table, or at least your senses and dice and armour and friends would be there so you would never face them alone, cold.

Every weapon was ours to learn.
The bardiche, glaive-guisarme, bec-de-corbin, and the ransuer.
Every mount was a friendly steed.
The pony, the warhorse, and sometimes the scaly dragon or even a gruff buffalo.
Someone knew the right spell for the right occasion.

The battle was fought on the table, and nowhere else.
Doubles were your friend, ‘cept the two ones, evil always went left, hallways were always ten feet wide, five natural’s in a row and you might as well stop.

The lines that were once drawn in the sand back when life, land, liberty were taken we paid homage to and apologised for, through our cathartic dice.

As if we were only given the chance we could be those heroes and make a difference, if only in a game of chance.

Our chance.

Our escape.

Because it was great and I loved it

2007-04-22T18:01:00.002-05:00

Since some people asked about the 'model' in the previous post I thought I should clarify. Any pictures of people in this or the previous post are of me. Some of the photos are by me, some taken by others. It doesn't matter who or when; but their help is greatly appreciated.

No trees were intentionally hurt during the taking of these pictures.

I thought about happiness and ones quest for it in life. And I ran across, about 6 weeks ago, a situation where the person, but was and still is a total stranger to me for all intents and thier compulsion for obtaining an item from me. Who and it will remain nameless and unknown, for many sympathetic reasons. But their entire quest for completeness would be seemly achieved if they had something that was though difficult to find, but had a cost approximately $50.00 to 60.00, I think.

50 dollars is a very minor amount. But they noticed I had this rare treasure. And asked me for it. I told them that the item was very sentimental to me. They offered me alot of money for the item and I still would not capitulate. A few days went by and I had follow up calls for the item and they pleaded for it and raised the price of the item even more and offering well beyond it's my imagined price for it. But I stated I cared a great deal about the item, and I was not willing to part with it for any price.

Another week or so went by and they continued to harp on having the item and I was a little terse with them. I hung up the phone and had started to wonder what to do about the situation. Well, then it occurred to me and my current void for satisfaction on certian levels on certian things. So I called the person back and explained to them that 'i wished my desires could be so satisfied but what really is a mere trinket really in the end of it all, and that I envied them for that level of completeness'. I mentioned to them that I would at least think about it and ponder further on this.

This was such an oddity the request for this item I shared the connundrum with my friends and they didn't really appreciate my level of awe or envy of that. What is was compared to in their minds was 'simple folk' thinking or maybe a bit dim, level of satisfaction.

So I have some meager research skils and put some of them to work, it gave me some work and a goal. And to those that know me, know how it's good to have goals and to be getting some work.

It took a few days but I went to the trouble of tracking down exactly the same item from someone who was not as pleased with it as I. And after the 7 number presses on the phone, well the intially somber persons voice flew right toward joy and giddiness, they could bearly contain themselves, I could swear they were so happy they were crying.

I told them where to look for the item. And now the phone calls continue but they are only to tell me how happy they are. Hopefully next time they call the will realise they do not have to thank me eternally or really at all. My reasoning for that is I didn't consider it difficult and not much effort beyond doing something I already had turned into a bit of a scavenger hunt and a simple task to find another of the item. Maybe next time when they call we could move on to actually talking about 'something', instead of using 'thank you's' and 'I appreciate it' or 'I love it' as if they were periods at the end of sentences and then they wouldn't still be a 'stranger' to me.

Best Friends.

Uncited Facts

2007-04-15T20:13:00.000-05:00

Dinosaurs did not become birds. Birds actually ARE dinosaurs.

Everyone will not get cancer. Everyone has cancer. But only some die from it.

The only observable proof that we are not two-dimensional beings is that we cast a shadow.

The word Bear, as in Teddy, Polar, and Black, means shadow, because originally it was felt by saying the word 'Bear' by it's original name, now lost, would summon one and all the benefits that go along with it during the pre-bronze age lifestyle.

The word Tank, as in Panzer, Sherman, and the like was coined because the first tanks were built in secret by a company that was supposedly building cisterns.

The Entire Human Race and all of it's machines and environmentalists produce as much energy as 2 or 3 erupting volcanoes.

Every year there are approximately 50 volcanoes erupting at anyone time... 2 of them are currently located and spewing lots of hot stuff all over the Antarctic.

If the human race stopped producing heat entirely, the planets mean temperature will still increase.

Up to 30% of the increase to the mean temperature of the planet can be attributed to solar input increases.

Were the human population of the planet triple, approx. 18 billion, which is expected to never happen, at best it might double and even that is highly unlikely EVER, we would only occupy 15% of the planets 'good' land.

There are currently 175 MILLION unemployed Chinese.

175 million is more than the ENTIRE combined population, of men, women, and childern, of Canada, California, New York State and Texas.

Losing a friend

2007-04-04T09:19:00.001-05:00

Flowers For Algernon

2007-04-03T10:55:00.000-05:00

The sweetest flowers ever.

Democracy or Constitutional Republic?

2007-03-26T06:45:00.000-05:00

"The Democracy"

Note the significant number of randomly selected members of the legislative assembly.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fd/Athenian-constitution-aristotle.png

Council of 500
The council (boule) of 500, the largest board of officeholders, was responsible for drafting preparatory legislation for consideration by the assembly, overseeing the meetings of the assembly, and in certain cases executing legislation as directed by the assembly. The 500 were selected by a lottery, held each year among the men over thirty years of age.[2] A citizen could serve on the council twice in his lifetime

Again wikipedia.

In contrast.

John Adams defined a constitutional republic as "a government of laws, and not of men"

In historical usages and especially when considering the works of the Founding Fathers of the United States, the word "democracy" refers solely to direct democracy, while a representative democracy where representatives of the people are elected and whose power to govern is limited by laws enshrined in a constitution is referred to as a constitutional republic.[16]

To conclude slyly:

Slartibartfast: Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I think that the chances of finding out what's actually going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say, "Hang the sense of it," and keep yourself busy. I'd much rather be happy than right any day.

Arthur Dent: And are you?

Slartibartfast: Ah, no. [laughs, snorts]

Slartibartfast: Well, that's where it all falls down, of course.

The Wedding - wet oil on canvas - ews

2007-03-19T16:25:00.000-05:00

A new painting... oil on canvas.. still drying and still might be changed...

The Wedding - ews

Cleaning Myself of OLD Wives Tales

2007-03-14T18:04:00.000-05:00

Myth: One can be or is much more likely to be struck by lightning while taking a bath during a storm.

1) Not in the history of any news reports or internet, a reported case of this ever ever happening. Please Google and send me a link, if there is a SINGLE reported case of someone ever dying in the bathtub because of a lightning strike.

2) Therefore it's Pretty Rare thing (significantly rarer than getting struck by lightning, I'm guessing, since there are 0 cases and you'd think it would get some significant press, like once, given its rarity, someone must have recorded it and since there are actually 100's of lightning strikes if not 1000's every year... sadly, none in the bath tub.

I am willing to put forward, that if you were really afraid of getting struck by lightning THE BATH TUB might be the SAFEST PLACE to be during a storm in contrast to the REAL reported cases of being stuck near kitchen or living room appliances.

So if the kids ever give you a hard time about bathing... tell them it not only makes them clean, but you will never ever ever get struck by lightning in there.

And Rubby ducky, your still the one!!!

ews

Something to Look Up to.

2007-03-09T19:12:00.000-05:00

Something to Look Up to. - a musing.

I almost want to try it.

The woman waves her hand in front of her face as if to dispel some ‘thing’ hovering and blocking her view.
You want to tell her there’s nothing there, but then can you really be sure?

Or would it ruin the experience for the belief and myth stains some minds and infects others.

When I think about that I feel like I need a bath. But when clean kept and clear, I do not like what I might see.

If you didn’t know any better, people prefer to hate each other, barely noting that the happiness was their’s. Or was it never there?

It’s easier to ignore and only trying to see what they really spend time fearing what we hope will never arrive.

Like a magnet to a fridge some are stuck on the walls of others who can’t walk to the fridge or a posted pole but claim to win marathons.

Or write on walls as if they are out of paper.

But why do all the letters seem to be backward or another key I'd rather press, like the words I want are not really these ones I press and my fingers want others.

I've thought about letting it go completely to see what I would say, but then I'm self forced into making sure some rare chance that this might connect.

one outlasting one longer than three

2007-03-09T18:12:00.000-05:00

one outlasting one longer than three - poem ews

We should talk
When you are done.
With myself about yourself to yourself
Pensively, passively, possibly
To whoever had won.

We should dance
When you find the notes,
Placed and displaced during the race,
Rough and of Stuff, ne’r enough,
About what moats.

We should sing
When you stop
Between the screen and ever so mean,
Slashing, smashing, strapping,
The skin that twins over, during our spin,
Of my top.

We should praise
When you are done
Surmounting the mounting of counting,
Blame on the train of sane,
Healing the hurting of hating,
But I wish I would run.

Art care of black dahlia

Links of people who are blindingly brilliant.

2007-03-08T02:07:00.001-05:00

I guess I would put a short list of brilliance.. together...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPCvPSIHCmY

ES ...acoustic video... the gate is open... completely

http://faintedink.blogspot.com/

SH... her mind is the canvas that bitterly reveals ways of the world ... too much ...

http://clickcaster.com/connections

JB... the man knows how to play with string... that's for sure ...

Can't See the Forest For the Trees

2007-03-05T16:44:00.000-05:00

I used to love taking pictures of trees. Alas, i had lost my pictures of them. But this is a start.

All this pain is an illusion.....

2007-02-28T15:48:00.000-05:00

parabol / parabola

So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not
alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Alive, I
In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here
in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not
alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be
alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment.

Remember.

We are eternal.

All this pain is an illusion.

http://www.amazon.com/Lateralus-Tool/dp/B00005B36H

(i hate being right...)

its seems i'm an ocean and my favourite heart angst lyrics..

2007-02-28T00:40:00.000-05:00

All right, this is a list of my top-eleven heartstring torn roaring raging music.

(Note: for all you readers, jeerers, fans and haters of “Your first story was better”, before you poorly draw conclusions or draw ire

(one of my favourite words btw.. “ire” …anger: a strong emotion; a feeling that is oriented toward some real or supposed grievance)

about my choices or me or my inner mind in any of this blog,

Ask Yourself,

how many times do you stand up, I mean really stand up and say what you really think, or show what you can do, or what you can’t, or what the truth is…. and put it in front of others …or really feel.

How much of what you say and think and hide behind is just bullshit just said to pass time? An example of what kind of bullshit I’m talking about ….-> Stuff gathered by what other sources you might wistfully randomly pull from answers you already want to regurgitate such as your horoscope or some feigned interest friend or pretend angel or demon who rests on your shoulder whispering fears into your ears.

People use the word ‘love’ often and most empty and the word ‘hate’ often and with often-actual meaning of self-loathing.

These pieces are counters to all of that. At least I think so… and some of the most beautiful music ever produced.

...enjoy....

h.

What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.

http://www.amazon.com/%C3%86nima-Tool/dp/B00000099Y/sr=1-2/qid=1172682885/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

Something I can never have

i still recall the taste of your tears
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
scraping through my head 'till i don't want to sleep anymore

come on tell me
make this all go away
you make this all go away
i'm down to just to thing
and i'm starting to scare myself
make this all go away
you make this all go way
i just want something
i just want something i can never have

you always were the one to show me how
back then i couldn't do the things that i can do now
this is slowly take me apart
grey would be the color if i had a heart
i just want something i can never have

in this place it seems like such a same
though it all looks different now, i know it's still the same
everywhere i look you're all i see
just a fading fucking reminder of who i used to be

come on tell me
make this all go away
you make this all go away
i'm down to just to thing
and i'm starting to scare myself
make this all go away
you make this all go way
i just want something
i just want something i can never have
i just want something i can never have

think i know what you meant
that night on my bed
still picking at this scab
i wish you were dead
you sweet and perry ellis
just stains on my sheets

http://www.amazon.com/Pretty-Hate-Machine-Nine-Nails/dp/B000BWHE6K/sr=1-1/qid=1172682809/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

Boots or Hearts

Well I think that there's a problem here
Her voice just don't sound right
But I left myself on her answering machine
Said, "I'm back in town tonight."
I feel I've stepped out of the wilderness
All squint-eyed and confused
But even babies raised by wolves
They know exactly when they've been used

Chorus
See when it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts, Oh when they start
They really fall apart

Fingers and toes, fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty-one if you include
The fact that we don't care
Now you've blocked off most of main street
For your faith parade
Everyone in town now, they probably all agree
I'm lying in the bed I made

See when it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts, Oh when they start
They really fall apart

Now you won't even let me talk to you
We got some air to clear
We'd probably only agree on one thing anyway
That's what the hell is happening here?
Fingers and toes, fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty-one if you include

The fact that we don't care

See when it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts, Oh when they start
They really fall apart

http://www.amazon.com/Up-Here-Tragically-Hip/dp/B0002Y4SPC/sr=1-24/qid=1172682707/ref=sr_1_24/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

3 Libras

threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.

http://www.amazon.com/Mer-Noms-Perfect-Circle/dp/B00004T99Z/sr=1-1/qid=1172682594/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

Intolerance.

I don't want to be hostile.
I don't want to be dismal.
But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.
See
I want to believe you,
and I want to trust
and I want to have faith to put away the dagger.

But you lie, cheat, and steal.
And yet
I tolerate you.
Veil of virtue hung to hide your method
while I smile and laugh and dance
and sing your praise and glory.
Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma
as I smile and laugh and dance
and sing your glory
while you
lie, cheat, and steal.
How can I tolerate you.

Our guilt,our blame ,
I've been far too sympathetic.
Our blood, our fault.
I've been far too sympathetic.

I am not innocent.
You are not innocent.
Noone is innocent.

I will no longer tolerate you
Even if I must go down beside you.
Because,
Noone is innocent.

http://www.amazon.com/Undertow-Tool/dp/B000000993/sr=1-1/qid=1172682550/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

Somebody

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She’ll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
Shell hear me out
And wont easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact shell often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied
To anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I’m asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I’ll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh...

http://www.amazon.com/Singles-81-85-Depeche-Mode/dp/B00000HY5N/sr=1-1/qid=1172682458/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

Black

sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
were laid spread out before me as her body once did
all five horizons revolved around her soul
as the earth to the sun
now the air i tasted and breathed has taken a turn
and all i taught her was everything
i know she gave me all that she wore
and now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds
of what was everything?
all the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
i take a walk outside, i'm surrounded by some kids at play
i can feel their laughter, so why do i sear
and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
i'm spinning, oh, i'm spinning
how quick the sun can, drop away
and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
of what was everything?
all the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
all the love gone bad, turned my world to black
tattooed all i see, all that i am, all i'll ever be...
i know someday you'll have a beautiful life, i know you'll be a star
in somebody else's sky, but why
why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?.

http://www.amazon.com/Ten-Pearl-Jam/dp/B0000027RL/sr=1-1/qid=1172682336/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

In my life.

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

http://www.amazon.com/Rubber-Soul-Beatles/dp/B000002UAO

Angel

I call you up
You pick up
You call my bluff
On the card to love
You hold too close
Your hands to your chest
I can read your eyes
But I confess
It's lonely far from you, oh

Even when you're right by me
It's only why I wait for you
To take my hand

Why do I beg like a child for your candy?
Why do I come after you like I do, I love you?
Wherever you are
I swear
You be my angel
You

I play my cards the best I can
But I lose my luck when you're not here
My darling heart
Won't you please give in?
I may be strong
But I want you back again

When you're not here it's hard to pretend
It's all alright again
When you're not here love it's hard to pretend
It's all alright but still
Why do I beg like a child for your candy?
Why do I run after you like I do, I love you?
Whatever you are
I swear
You be my angel, you

Watch the deck
Count your cards
Makes no sense
That I'm always losing
When you're gone

Why do I beg like a child for your candy?
Why do I come after you like I do, I love you
Whatever you are
I swear
You'll be my angel, you
When you're gone

http://www.amazon.com/Everyday-Dave-Matthews-Band/dp/B000056K04

Some devil

One last kiss one only
Then I'll let you go Hard for you
I've fallen
But you can't break my fall
I'm broken don't break me
When I hit the ground

Some devil some angel
Has got me to the bones
You said always and forever
Now I believe you baby
You said always and forever
Is such a long and lonely time

Too drunk and still drinking
It's just the way I feel
It's alright
Is what you told me
Cause what we had was so beautiful
Feel heavy like floating
At the bottom of the sea

You said always and forever
Now I believe you baby
You said always and forever
Is such a long and lonely time

Some devil is stuck inside of me
I cannot set it free
I wish, I wish I was dead and you breathing
Just so that you could know
Some angel is stuck inside of me
But I cannot set you free

You said always and forever
Now I believe you baby
You said always and forever
Such a long and lonely time

Stuck inside of me

http://www.amazon.com/Some-Devil-Dave-Matthews/dp/B0000C3GZ2/sr=1-2/qid=1172682949/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

Pushit
(Probably my favourite, its awesome in the recorded and live version.. check them both out...)

Saw that gap again today ,
while you were beggin' me to stay,
take care
not to make me enter,
if i do we both may disappear.

It will choke
until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my
reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?
But you're pushing
and shoving pushing
and shoving pushing
and shoving pushing
and shoving me.
(You're pushing me and shoving me.
You're pushing me and shoving me.
You're pushing me and shoving me.
You're pushing me and shoving me.
You
still
love me, still love me,
pushit on me, pushit on me.
You
still
love me, still love me,
pushit on me, pushit on me.

Rest your
trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
Better take care
not to make me enter.
'cause if I do we both may disappear.
But you're
pushing me, shoving me.
you're
pushing me, shoving me.you're
pushing me, shoving me.you're
pushing me, shoving me.
You still love me, still love me
pushit on
me, pushit on me.
You're pushing me and shoving me.
(You're pushing me and shoving me.

Slipping back
into the gap again.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
alive when you're
shoving me down.

But i'd trade it all
for just a little
piece of
miiiiiiiiiiiiiiind.

Pushit on me
Pushit on me
Pushit on me
Pushit on me,
You're pushing,
and
shoving,
and scrambling,
keep my feet back on the ground!

Put me somewhere I don't wanna beee.
Put me somewhere I don't wanna beee.

Seeing someplace I don't wanna seeee.

Never wanna see that place agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain.

Saw that gap
again today
while you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself
away,
and you, as well, my dear.

If, when I say I might fade like a
sigh if I staaaay,
you minimize my movement anywaaaay,
I must persuade
you another waaaaaaaaay.

pushing, shoving,
pushing,
shoving,
pushing me
There's no love in feaaaaaaaar!

Staring down
the hole again.
Hands are on my back again.
Survival is my only friend.

Terrified of what may come.
Yeah. Remember I will always love you,

as I claw your fucking throat away.
It will end no other way.
It will end no other way.

http://www.amazon.com/%C3%86nima-Tool/dp/B00000099Y/sr=1-2/qid=1172682885/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/103-3789028-4825437?ie=UTF8&s=music

My top quotes from movies: Volume 2

2007-02-25T20:54:00.000-05:00

My top quotes from movies: Volume 2
In no particular order

Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Chip Douglas: You know, I bought this time. You buy next time... Don't let your eggs get cold.
Chuck Noland: Don't worry Wilson, I'll do all the paddling. You just hang on.
Vincent: You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back.
Vincent: I was never more certain of how far away I was from my goal than when I was standing right beside it.
Dobbs: Can you help a fellow American down on his luck?
Victor Prinsi: Da-dum-duuummmm! I, am Captain Chaos! And this, this is my faithful companion, Cato... Say hello, Cato!
El Mariachi: Carolina, did I thank you?
Fred Kwan: Hey guys, I just wanted you to know that, the reactors won't take it; the ship is breaking apart and all that... Just FYI.
John McClane: Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.
Joseph Dunn: I'm just going to shoot you once!
Colleen: Tell Graham... to see. Tell him to see. And tell Merrill to swing away.
Garland Greene: What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn't you consider that to be insane?
Deckard: I have had people walk out on me before, but not when I was being so charming.
Dory: [reading a door] Hey, look. "Esc-a-pay". I wonder what that means? That's funny, it's spelled just like the word "escape."
Dory: [dreaming] Uhhh... the sea monkeys have my money... yes, I'm a natural blue...
Eddie Valiant: Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Jessica Rabbit: He makes me laugh.
Jack Sparrow: Now where is that monkey? I want to shoot something!
[Buzz is driving a pizza truck; Hamm is reading the owner's manual]
Ham: I seriously doubt he's getting this kind of mileage.
Ghostface: What's your favorite scary movie?
Chance the Gardener: I like to watch.
Frank T.J. Mackey: [Frank is speaking to followers at his seminar] Men are shit. What? Men... are... *shit*. What, isn't that what they say? Because we do bad things, don't we? We do horrible, heineous, *heinous*, terrible things. Things that no woman would ever do. No, women, they don't lie. No, women don't cheat. Women don't *manipulate* us. But you see what I'm getting at. You see what society does? Little boys, it's, "Wow, womaaaan!" We are taught to apologize. I am sorry. I am so sorry, baby. I am so sorry. What is it that we need? Is it their pussies? Their love? Mommy wouldn't let me play soccer... and Daddy, he hit me, so that's who I am, that's why I do what I do? Fucking bullshit. I will not apologize for who I am. I will not apologize for what I need. I will not apologize for what I *want*!
Verbal: He lets the last Hungarian go. He waits until his wife and kids are in the ground and then he goes after the rest of the mob. He kills their kids, he kills their wives, he kills their parents and their parents' friends. He burns down the houses they live in and the stores they work in, he kills people that owe them money. And like that he was gone. Underground. Nobody has ever seen him since. He becomes a myth, a spook story that criminals tell their kids at night. "Rat on your pop, and Keyser Soze will get you." And no-one ever really believes.
Hrundi V. Bakshi: Birdie Num Num
King Arthur: What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
Han Solo: Not a bad bit of rescuing, huh? You know, sometimes I amaze even myself.
Princess Leia: You have your moments. Not many of them, but you do have them.
The Emperor: [In the throne room, Luke is watching the Imperial fleet attack the Rebels from the huge throne room window] As you can see, my young apprentice, your friends have failed. Now witness the firepower of this fully ARMED and OPERATIONAL battle station!
Maya: [on answering machine] Hello, Miles. It's Maya. Thanks for your letter. I-I would have called sooner, but I think I needed some time to think about everything that happened and... what you wrote to me. Another reason, um, I didn't call you sooner is because I wanted to finish your book, which I finally did last night. And I think it's really lovely, Miles. You're so good with words. Who cares if it's not getting published? There are so many beautiful and... painful things about it. Did you really go through all that? Must have been awful. And the sister character - jeez, what a wreck. But I have to say that, well, I was really confused by the ending….
Lester Burnham: …..Her husband. We've met before, but something tells me you're going to remember me this time.
Buddy: If they can't start a meeting without you, well, that's a meeting worth going to, isn't it? And that's the only kind of meeting you should ever concern yourselves with.
Westley: As you wish.

My top quotes from movies: Volume 1

2007-02-25T13:09:00.000-05:00

In no particular order

The Bride: Bitch, you don't have a future.
Ferris: We'll drive home backwards.
Oskar Schindler: Stern, if this factory ever produces a shell that can actually be fired, I'll be very unhappy.
Doyle: To call the police, you push 911 then just tell 'em to bring an ambulance, or a "hearst" if you're gonna kill me.
Duff: I wanna change. I wanna be Steve.
Rockhound: You want to compare brainpans? I won the Westinghouse prize when I was 12, big deal. Published at 19, so what. I got a double doctorate from MIT at 22, Chemistry and Geology. I taught at Princton for two and a half years. Why do I do this? Because the money's good, the scenery changes and they let me use explosives, ok?
Oscar: Chewy? Have you ever seen Star Wars?
Jack Sparrow: But you have heard of me.
Frank: [Crying] You're my boy, Blue! You're my boy.
Tom Mullen: The whole world now knows... my son, Sean Mullen, was kidnapped, for ransom, three days ago. This is a recent photograph of him. Sean, if you're watching, we love you. And this... well, this is what waits for the man that took him. This is your ransom. Two million dollars in unmarked bills, just like you wanted. But this is as close as you'll ever get to it. You'll never see one dollar of this money, because no ransom will ever be paid for my son. Not one dime, not one penny. Instead, I'm offering this money as a reward on your head. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. So congratulations, you've just become a two million dollar lottery ticket... except the odds are much, much better. Do you know anyone that wouldn't turn you in for two million dollars? I don't think you do. I doubt it. So wherever you go and whatever you do, this money will be tracking you down for all time. And to ensure that it does, to keep interest alive, I'm running a full-page ad in every major newspaper every Sunday... for as long as it takes. But... and this is your last chance... you return my son, alive, uninjured, I'll withdraw the bounty. With any luck you can simply disappear. Understand... you will never see this money. Not one dollar. So you still have a chance to do the right thing. If you don't, well, then, God be with you, because nobody else on this Earth will be.
Alexander Bullock: All you need to start an asylum is an empty room and the right kind of people.
Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?
Bill Munny: He should have armed himself if he's gonna decorate his saloon with my friend.
Milton Waddams: [talking on the phone] And I said, I don't care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I'm, I'm quitting, I'm going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they've moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were married, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it's not okay because if they take my stapler then I'll set the building on fire...
Loki: No, "Through the Looking Glass". That poem, "The Walrus and the Carpenter" that's an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and his good nature, he obviously represents either Buddha, or... or with his tusk, the Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha. That takes care of your Eastern religions. Now the carpenter, which is an obvious reference to Jesus Christ, who was raised a carpenter's son, he represents the Western religions. Now in the poem, what do they do... what do they do? They... They dupe all these oysters into following them and then proceed to shuck and devour the helpless creatures en masse. I don't know what that says to you, but to me it says that following these faiths based on mythological figures ensure the destruction of one's inner-being. Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions... by inhibiting our decisions, out of... out of fear of some... some intangible parent figure who... who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says... and says, "Do it - Do it and I'll fuckin' spank you. "
Thomas Daggett: Some people lose their faith because Heaven shows them too little. But how many people lose their faith because Heaven showed them too much?
David Mills: What's in the box?
The Stranger: It's what people know about themselves inside that makes 'em afraid.
Dorothy: Shut up, just shut up. You had me at "hello".
Frank Cross: It's Christmas Eve. It's-it's the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we-we-we smile a little easier, we-w-w-we-we-we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year we are the people that we always hoped we would be.
Jules: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee
Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
Willard: [voiceover] Saigon... shit; I'm still only in Saigon... Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle. When I was home after my first tour, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer; every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter.
John: I want to play a game.
Leonidas, Spartan King: Spartans! We have reached Thermopylae. The orders are: From this wall, we do not retreat!
Travis Bickle: You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK
Marge Gunderson: And I guess that was your accomplice in the woodchipper.
Anna Scott: I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
Cole Sear: She wanted me to tell you she saw you dance. She said, when you were little, you and her had a fight, right before your dance recital. You thought she didn't come see you dance. She did. She hid in the back so you wouldn't see. She said you were like an angel. She said you came to the place where they buried her. Asked her a question? She said the answer is..."Every day." What did you ask? Lynn Sear: Do... Do I make her proud?
Creasy: What I do best. I'm gonna kill 'em. Anyone that was involved. Anybody who profited from it. Anybody who opens their eyes at me.
Washington Hogwallop: I slaughtered this horse last Tuesday. I think it's startin' to turn
Leeloo: Leeloo Dallas mul-ti-pass.
Khan: I'll chase him 'round the moons of Nibia and 'round the Antares Maelstrom and 'round perdition's flames before I give him up.
Adele Corners: Early don't eat breakfast. He thinks its a conspiracy put together by the cereal people.
Parker: For the record I'll call myself Mr. Parker. My associate will be Mr. Longbaugh.
Jason Bourne: I swear to God, if I even feel somebody behind me, there is no measure to how fast and how hard I will bring this fight to your doorstep. I'm on my own side now.
Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
Mama: I want my boy, Jerry. My son! Give me my son!
Samara Morgan: Seven days...
Ripley: Get away from her, you bitch!

I did not know. - A poem

2007-02-25T10:44:00.000-05:00

I did not know. by ews

You know,
When you,
Know,
Those they,
Know,
You know.

Their’ ledge was too narrow
For tomorrow.

Today, to dance around the edges of hedges,
Pricks the canvas that stretches.

The divides and multiplies of the ones into ones,
Senses and heart strings along those runs.

And races of paces
Seeking the bits and pieces of left ended traces.
Not to mention the sorrow of sworn faces.

A voice in the dark bruises the rings of smoke and brim.
My airs and stares, out shares the oblivious whim.

Lovers leap laughing, loathing, lamenting lax.
Burning the candles of wine and wistful wax.

For yesterday, was with smaller feet.
For yesterday, was quite a treat.
So full am I, I feel no need to eat.
For yesterday, I did not know whom I would ever meet.

Beneath the Seat - Creepy Fiction

2007-02-23T20:45:00.000-05:00

Beneath the Seat by ews

Preface.

Now I put pen to paper as it were. I claim to be able to spin a yarn. I’ll take my unwound string and weave one for those to delve into my inner mind or maybe ‘their’ own inner mind and see themselves as they should see or maybe its how I want them to be seen.

So me as the author of this minor missive or epic depending on your attention span might allude to the present past or future without recourse to it’s accuracy or intent if only for my own amusement and or self actualization, as a friend might put it.

Introduction

The late autumn day was worn out and even the cars were sagging in the sweltering and seeping slatish asphalt. The never ending line seem to be a constant yellow light, never sure whether to move or park completely. Odd for it was very chilly day for an early October afternoon. It might have been the 10th or 11th.

The Story.

As I sat in my car wondering how I put myself here and talking to which ever imaginary friend was listening to my complaint. There was Cathy, my musical friend who would test my knowledge of band names and songs. She had pretty blue hair, shoulder length, and liked to pet her two cats, Gumby and Pokey. Who seem to often leave scratch marks on the leather. Then there was Denny, the hard-nosed workaholic who never seems satisfied unless some Cat Stevens was on the player. And finally, Billy, an old war hero who always had the right answer to all the problems well after the event had transpired. I had no trouble with them and they had no problem with me. I made sure of that they know where they stood and who was at the wheel of this car. And if they continued to slam the car doors they would certainly need to find their own ride home.

I felt at ease in that at least they would be my company while I might die from the insanity of the closed off highway. This highway was a very popular one both in summer and in winter for it leads to a life outside the quadruple Decker sandwich apartments and bitter circles of over priced suburban split level, back splits and triplexes of the cluster of communities huddling around the flames of litany and government bureaucracy. As far as I could tell, someone who really needed to drive to survive had unfortunately really needed to avoid hitting another car that really needed to drive to work just to survive.

But now I think back I think to an escape I once had away from all of that to older lands to the north. An ancient rock and forest eroded back by the army of glaciers to reveal the primal earth that once ruled the land.

As the group of us camped up in the site now protected by government officials as ‘a refuge’ for endangered species, we would never realize what those species were. The primary colored books spoke of damselflies and dragonflies and the rarities of pickerel and bass.

One rainy night during our constant camp firing on the ancient rock, things took an odd turn. But for hours and days before, the fires had burned bright, crackling and strong almost to the sky the flames could be felt, where the clouds themselves would now part. The piles of wood dropped and dropped as they were purchased from the front desk of the site, until they needed to go and summon more wood from another site, much to the old craggily American Gothic owners enjoyment. This campfire was set on rock where it was smoothed by eons of wind and sun and snow left a small crack where the depths went into the deep. The air emanating forth though made the fire shine very bright and almost blinding white with the wood piled in fallen Stonehenge style, pillars.

The turn was during a rainy created battle of flame versus the dark, which seem to cause a summoning of sorts. First were those lovely little ladybugs or birds if you like. They hovered around in the smoke darting around and soaring away much to our amusement. The steaks cooked on such a fire were without equal and filled the bellies of all who sunk their teeth into each marvelous piece of sacrificial flesh.

Then came a sole fox to peer into the pointless bug repellent candle to only be dismissed by its strong scent.

But its eyes still linger into the dark.

Like a binary sun setting in the distant, red.

The final supposed summoning were beetles of unknown origin, we peered through the book and I offered a prize to one could determine the name or type of ‘bug’ now falling all over us and forcing our retreat to our cars. So we peered into every tome we collected during our journeys. Referenced our remote access to global Internet. They were everywhere, Six or maybe even eight legged insects of grey and black. The insect’s family could not be determined no matter how much we peered into the virtual and real tomes.

The flurry of insects almost dowsed the fire and a companion tried to bring the brilliance back with any combustible fluid we had.
First, of course was some hard liquor, surprisingly not as flammable as one would think.

Then some acetone, nail polish remover. Which worked but was only a small container.

More wood was thrown onto the fire. More, more, and more but the swarm seemed to grow bigger, bigger and bigger untill they were in our mouths and eyes. The bugs now blotted out the small flame, despite the mountain of tree on the pit.

Clinging to every branch surrounding our abode and clearing stepping was like crushing of eggshells and made one all most gag at the thought of the poor little buggers demise.

Then the littlest one, a timid child of the group found the near full bottle of turpentine, most thoughtful of her, she then smashed the plastic bottle into the embers with an explosion of flame. The beetles themselves and our shirts and to a certain extent our hair vanished in the heat.

We all ran to back to our cars in hopes to avoid the scattering of bugs, in this case one of the same cars I sat in now. It is a dim memory that came back to me which was that I wondered if the windows were all rolled up on that hot summer night so many nights ago.

The reason was this, as I sat in the log of traffic meandering home, I felt something crawl up my legs.

And my legs grew tight and very cold.

Maybe we missed something.

During our hasty departure, we packed and packed as the rain came down and now something had slipped into the car and hid now for months under the drivers seat of my car.

Some other creature it seems was also summoned from the chemicals and fire defying nature efforts. Once the heat, which was now blistering it seems due to the length of time in the car had now reached finally awoke the thing from its slumber.

It had taken a fondness to the warmth of my legs.

So now was I not only frozen in traffic for three hours and ten or so minutes so far. The windows were freezing up due to the winter chill despite the heat being pumped out in full force. My mind was now completely Oprah. My eyes glued to the pair of reds ahead of me. My hands glued to the leather. My heart no longer a thump but one continuous blur. It became a constant hum. Like one of those crappy alarm clocks not made to awaken you nicely just to annoy the shit out of you till you are annoyed enough to almost smash it.

Cathy asks me, “was ‘It’s too late baby’, a remake or an original song by Carole King”, while the tentacles wrap themselves tightly around my ankles.

I replied, “It probably didn’t really matter at this moment. But the indigo girls did a memorable cover.”

They feel like octopus tentacles would if you let them slide along glass but with a slightly pinching feel like when you leave a clothes peg stuck on the end of your finger for way too long.

The windows are now steamed up and I attempt to shift the heat from the foot warmer to defrost only to feel the constriction tighten. My head turns light, and pale as I can see in the rearview mirror.

This time Denny pipes in from the back, “You think you could put on, some CS, big guy, “Hard Headed Women’ sounds about right” He starts humming along without me putting the song on yet, “I know a lot of fancy dancers, people who can glide you on a floor, they move so smooth…”

My hands back frozen on the steering wheel, after finding some Cat Stevens album in the car, and the constricting is getting tighter and tighter, I can barely feel my legs now. I’m sure they must be blue if not black.

Between the rambling of the two in the back and the vague movement of traffic I glance down between my legs and see what look like to heaters from cigarettes peering at me. I note the well-lit cigarette in my left hand grasping the wheel even tighter.

My mind races about this foul beast and its intentions on my frozen legs. I can’t even kick it way without smashing into another car ahead of me. I look at Cathy and Denny, Billy seems to be rummaging in the trunk about something or other, and I can’t get a word out him whatsoever.

I’m now light headed, I cant feel my legs, and of course, the car starts to drift off the road. And after staring feircely at the red eyes I open the windows for some fresh air, the cold air finally rushes in almost as if it burst a bubble of heat. The tentacles seems to hold on but tense from the rush of air.

I fumble toward the console to change the air. A tentacle swipes at my hand and I see a bit of it for the first time. It’s blue with red and white blotches, which embodies a stickiness, which clings now to my hand and arm as well as both of my legs, with a sickly acidic odor, almost of urine and sulfur.

Billy pipes in with “Well get it off your arm. You stupid bugger.”

I just glare at him.

Cathy and Denny let out a little snicker. So there I am trying to fumble with the air controls, one hand on the steering wheel, cigarette in hand smoldering away, legs glued to the seat, and my three ‘friends’ taking bets on who will reach the controls first. And then there’s a hiss from the ‘thing’ under the car seat making everything sound completely creepy to boot.

It was like a tire losing air, but with a touch of glass grinding against glass sound. The windows are now completely fogged up. The two lights in front of me are almost one and Cat Steven’s in my head playing with my head until I hit the air conditioning button.

Then the screaming starts, at first its mine for the tentacles are ripping off parts of my legs as they withdrawal themselves taking the parts that had became part of me and then the grind of glass on glass turns into a high pitch piercing.

‘Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!’

My head spins and I finally pull off to the side of the road. My friends have now jumped out of the car and stare at me as I poke at the lump of my and the hitchhikers’ flesh from under the car. I had found my old driver, broke it and used it to skewer the foul beast. I had kept in the back of the old coupe in case trouble had arisen.

Billy pipes in, ”It looked like trouble was a brewing”

I took another swipe at the little thing with my legs throbbing as if some hard object had hit them both with unimaginable force. I wobbled around as the cold air flooded the car I prodded the mass of tentacles and hung it air briefly to see what evil had attached to my legs and nearly killed me. Its octopus form had now scrolled up into a tight ball leaving only its three mouths exposed. One of teeth, the other two with small rows of fangs vainly trying to hold their breath as they freeze in the autumn air. With a big heave I throw the denizen of the deep into the nearby reservoir and stumble back into the car.

Everyone is real quiet on the ride back, my legs still weeping from the gnashes left by the little torment. My mind still a stir from the sulfur left and my smoking turns into a chimney and the music now one of tribal drums and cries to the heavens.

The speed of traffic picks up and I finally drift into home’s driveway. Upon my arrival up the steps my dear friend wishes to walk and talk about the days events while all I can muster is the need to rest and take a bath.

The evening’s sleep is then full of nightmares of what was left in the other cars at the park.

Hat Party Alert

2007-02-20T09:53:00.000-05:00

I'm thinking of having a hat party, sometime in mid march email me if you are interested in attending.

There will be a prize for best hat.

Regards,

Edward

On Bill Hicks

2007-02-20T09:18:00.000-05:00

Bill Hicks - quotes

Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is mearly energy condensed through a slow vibration, we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, life is only a dream and we are the imaginations of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather.

Obnoxious, self-righteous, whining little fucks. My biggest fear is that if I quit smoking, I'll become one of you...Don't take that wrong. I have something to tell you non-smokers that I know for a fact that you don't know, and I feel it's my duty to pass on information at all times. Ready?.......Non-smokers die every day...Enjoy your evening. See, I know that you entertain this eternal life fantasy because you've chosen not to smoke, but let me be the 1st to POP that bubble and bring you hurtling back to reality....You're dead too.

Some Truths

2007-02-20T09:16:00.000-05:00

Some truths.

NASA’s budget for 2008 for exploration for extra-terrestrial life and hospitable planets. -
6.791 Billion Dollars

Nearly 100 percent of all people’s doors to their homes have at least 2 locks on them.

Hotel vacancies rates over the last 20 years have only ever been as low as 2% in most major centers. But usually hovers on average at the 20%+ even as high as 50% in some cases.

Interestingly, the number of homeless, which has been gauged, at most is 2% of the population. In many case much lower across many smaller cities but using New York City as the example it ranks pretty high with 2.4% of the cities entire population.

Now assuming that the ratio of hotel rooms to city inhabitants is a 10 to 1 there should be enough room for all these disenfranchised people. Or at least a rolling schedule where for six months they could accumulate funds (carefully monitored) to allow for them to adjust back into society.

I think there might be something.

win lose or draw

2007-02-20T09:13:00.000-05:00

Now on the subject of relationships.

How to win a guy over:

1) Cry.
2) Tell him you will love him forever.
3) Pretend to like everything he does.
4) Make comments about references to things that had made him happy in the past and try to recreate them in other circumstances.
5) Oh and yes Cry.
6) What might also work is getting everyone else you know to tell him she’s a great match.

How to lose a guy, purposely or otherwise.

1) Ignore him.
2) Hit on his friends
3) Lie. And Lie Often.
4) Out and out attack him while he’s sleeping.
5) Knock on someone else’s door.
6) Insult him in front of company.
7) Call him ‘hamster boy’.

How to get a girl:

1) Buy her a puppy, it’s a great child replacement, with low maintenance costs.
2) Buy her an expensive car, that way it’ll distract from your lack of personality.
3) Lie if you have to, about anything to make some imagined connection exist between the two of you.
4) Adore home improvement shows and other trite pop programming.
5) Whatever you do, do not ever disagree with her even on the most ridiculous premises.
6) Never tell them your real situation, where life just like everyone else’s, where it is full of holes of unfulfilled goals and wishes.

I might extend this list further with feedback.

Ice by Sarah Mclaughlin

2007-02-17T01:18:00.000-05:00

The ice is thin come on dive in
underneath my lucid skin
the cold is lost, forgotten
Hours pass days pass time stands still
light gets dark and darkness fills
my secret heart forbidden...
I think you worried for me then
the subtle ways that I'd give in but I know
you liked the show
tied down to this bed of shame
you tried to move around the pain but oh
your soul is anchored
The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
offer what you can, I'll take all that I can get
only a fool's here...
I don't like your tragic sighs
as if your god has passed you by well hey fool
that's your deception
your angels speak with jilted tongues
the serpent's tale has come undone you have no
strength to squander
The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
offer what you can, I'll take all that I can get
only a fool's here to stay
only a fool's here to stay
only a fool's here...

a rare one but worth a listen....

of fish and furnishing

2007-02-15T16:28:00.000-05:00

So.... My furniture and tv arrived... some of it in usable condition other parts moreso in a natural wood .. carve it yourself kind of situation... I'm not very good at shopping for that sort of thing... I am pleased about the couch and love seat set... here's the couch.

The coffee table went together as expected..with many hits and misses. But the TV stand went quicker, I've figured out the mindset of the assembler great plan, and I am better for it.

"The fish are coming with me" Plasma TV

As you can see the chairs are just in pieces...

'for the love of God' .. i'm thinking .... maybe guests should
put together their own chair, in leui of house warming gifts.

More on the subject as I get more organized.
I think there might be a novella coming up soon,
if all goes well this weekend.

Keep looking in.

clarifying 'climate change'

2007-02-07T08:44:00.000-05:00

The temperature is as likely to go down as up

By Richard Lindzen, Sunday Telegraph
Last Updated: 1:39am GMT 30/10/2006

No, global warming isn't a real threat, says Richard Lindzen, Arthur P Sloan Professor of Meteorology at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology

Over the last 100 years or so, globally averaged surface temperature, which is always varying a little, has gone both up and down, but over the whole period it is estimated to have risen about half a degree centigrade (using the US National Climate Data Centre's analysis; other analyses give as much as 0.65C).

However, this value is associated with substantial error bars, and the warming is occurring in a system that can vary about that much without any forcing at all - something not surprising in a system that is both turbulent and heterogeneous.

Yes, there does appear to be warming, but the amount is hardly certain or indisputable. And the amount found does not appear that alarming.

The alarm, I would suppose, comes from the notoriously inadequate climate models.

As the primary "consensus" document, the Scientific Assessment of the UN's Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change notes, modellers at the United Kingdom's Hadley Centre had to cancel two-thirds of the model warming in order to simulate the observed warming.

So the warming alarm is based on models that overestimate the observed warming by a factor of three or more, and have to cancel most of the warming in order to match observations.

Rather than entertaining the rather obvious possibility that the models are over-reacting to increasing greenhouse gases, advocates are assuming that the cancellation will disappear in the future. Why might models be over-reacting?

The answer is actually fairly simple. Carbon dioxide and methane are minor greenhouse gases (and methane has, for unknown reasons stopped increasing, during the last five years). Doubling carbon dioxide in the atmosphere would, all else held constant, only lead to about 1C of warming; quadrupling carbon dioxide would only add another 1C (there is a diminishing return in warming per unit carbon dioxide).

The greater response arises because in current models, the most important greenhouse substances, water vapour and clouds, act so as to amplify the impact of increasing carbon dioxide. But, as the previously cited IPCC document notes, water vapour and especially clouds are major sources of uncertainty in models.

Given the above, what is all the hyperventilating about? Personally, I don't know. It certainly can't be the temperature record. For the past five years, the global mean temperature has been flat to within a few hundredths of a degree (well within the measurement uncertainty); indeed, there has been no statistically significant change in 10 years.

Perhaps, on the other hand, that is the reason. Individuals across the planet have been pushing their agenda to "hurry the future" for over 20 years. Maybe, they feel that if they can't get their way now, they may never be able to. After all, like hurricane frequency or the price of oil, global mean temperature is as likely to go down as up.

However, the more obvious question is why is the agenda specified (typically such things as pollution reduction, energy independence, efficiency, north-south transfer of wealth and technology, etc.) in need of the artificial support of global warming hysteria?

Many of those goals could be more easily achieved (assuming they are reasonable goals) if we ceased to focus on carbon dioxide, which is a natural and essential substance produced by breathing. With trillions of dollars at stake, this is no small matter.

To be sure, for those who enthuse over the regulatory state, the possibility of regulating breathing must be like a dream come true.

Under the circumstances, perhaps we should be suspicious of the dishonourable tradition of establishing the alleged truth of global warming by constant repetition, while ignoring reality

Elliot Smith... of irony...

2007-02-05T13:31:00.000-05:00

The guy rocks... shame of no more to be heard...

Just an example...

If you can find his works... you won't be disappointed...

the king's crossing was the main attraction
dominoes are falling in a chain reaction
the scraping subject ruled by fear told me
whiskey works better than beer
the judge is on vinyl, decisions are final
and nobody gets a reprieve
and every wave is tidal
if you hang around
you're going to get wet
i can't prepare for death any more than i already have
all you can do now is watch the shells
the game looks easy that's why it sells
frustrated fireworks inside your head
are going to stand and deliver talk instead
the method acting that pays my bills
keeps the fat man feeding in beverly hills
i got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity
and i get my check from the trash treasury
because i took my own insides out

it don't matter cause i have no sex life
all i want to do now is inject my ex wife
i've seen the movie
and i know what happens

it's christmas time
and the needles on the tree
a skinny santa is bringing something to me
his voice is overwhelming
but his speech is slurred
and i only understand every other word
open your parachute and grab your gun
falling down like an omen, a setting sun
read the part and we turn out fine
it's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
but i don't care if i fuck up
i'm going on a date
with a rich white lady
ain't life great?
give me one good reason not to do it

this is the place where time reverses
dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
instruments shine on a silver tray
don't let me get carried away
don't let me get carried away
don't let me be carried away

TM Elliot Smith...

Of chairs and tables

2007-02-05T09:25:00.000-05:00

I do not really have time for a 'post' persay... but despite some side steps and really not my thing to do .. of all things .. furniture shopping ... sheesh ... I was able to figure out what I want my dearest friends to sit on and I guess 'my home'.

It looks pretty good...

I've included a link... the stuff arrives saturday...

My new furniture

Thank God its not from IKEA... or the brick... I might have made a good decision ... bout f' time

... strictly oils on canvas

2007-01-31T15:48:00.000-05:00

My most
recent painting....

entitled ..

'a couple'

A previous piece....

'a smooth road'

another one...

'the room'

Of String and Unwound

2007-01-30T17:47:00.000-05:00

Of String and Unwound by ews

The pillar of salt has chipped away inside me.
Nothing left from me to swim back but i am not sinking;
but onward the days and stars
still glimmer overhead
and shine in the darkness of the cold.
Everything is not free,
but freedom and wings to soar,
are now too broken and bound together.
The tighter I tire and tie together the
more unwound and wounded
the package seems.
The scars of strength
become apparent and discouraging.
You have made different or indifferent I found
To bind the twine and intertwined
through all the unwound
and racing to renew and a find four corners of the walls of space
and eerily silence; empty.
To discard it all aside to only hope for the brighter star to come and warm my pale skin and without -The man- coming around
not yet - not yet -not yet my sword and armour still drawn to avoid that Good Night!
My wake is either a
boonful bane or
baneful boon
when love turned to abject derision or venomous spit.
A stand must be made
A Line must be drawn, even in sand
A real hope must be found
A ball of string , my soul must be unwound.
A aversion of the ever changing world must be stood fast and held back, with nails if need be tied together with the ends of the frayed
I found the hollow man and IT was me. but not hollow for there would be an echo;
The voice is Mine;
And not yours to hear; see; feel
There are no others who can carry my pursed lips and pouch of old coins,
it is a part of me and those who peer in can not be that and thankfully so.
My horror is My own,
it makes me stronger: not always strong enough.
But my Soul and sight
are dimmed by
the indifferent
and repulsed.
I am shattered
but still bound of string and still Unwound.