Friday, March 30, 2007

vocabulary from Nostromo

allocution: a formal speech, especially an authoritative or hortatory address

crabbed:1.morose, peevish 2. difficult to read or understand.

fastness: 1.a fortified or secure place 2.a remote and secluded place

landau: a four-wheeled carriage with a top divided into two sections that can be let down, thrown back, or removed and with a raised seat outside for the driver.

harlequin: 1 a character in comedy and pantomime with a shaved head, masked face, variegated tights, and wooden sword. b. bufoon 2 a.a variegated pattern b.a combination of colors in patches on a solid ground

cumber: hinder by being in the way


The day was somewhat springlike and ventured into the region of warm, with just a bit of a slight shower at six or so. The town has been quite quiet, which is generally good, from a traffic point of view.
The gorillas have all gone away, and the clouds turned purple. Many flowers shine and revolve in hexagonal carnivalurous mastications, with up so many flowers and various kinds of manure offered for free.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

drawing


I got a new drawing pad and I hope it will be the beginning of some good drawing and some actual creative activity.




Wednesday, March 21, 2007

charlie

What the hell is wrong with Charlie Rose these days? It's clear he was a Bush supporter. Even now, when he interviews democrats, he asks hostile questions and uses phrases like "some people say" or "many people say" and then asks a hostile question. This was a tactic of Fox news; they would say: "Some people say that Obama is a muslim terrorist." Who are these people exactly? Charlie actually tried to say that it looked to him like the White House was trying to straighten out this prosecutor scandal and be honest. They've been lying and obfusticating from the start, and if CR can't see this, he can't see what's right in front of his face. Sometimes he asks good questions, but as far as his political views, he's wearing rose-colored shades when looking at this miserable incompetent administration. Calling it anything other than that is a lie, and he won't call it that.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

the quiet life

happy the man, whose wish and care
a few paternal acres bound,
content to breathe his native air
in his own native ground.

whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
whose flocks supply him with attire;
whose trees in summer yield him shade,
in winter fire.

blest, who can unconcern'dly find
hours, days, and years slide soft away
in health of body, peace of mind,
quiet by day,

sound sleep by night; study and ease
together mix'd; sweet recreation,
and innocence, which most does please
with meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
thus unlamented let me die;
steal from the world, and not a stone
tell where I lie

-a. pope

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

jimmy page

Jimmy Page was undoubtedly the coolest guitarist of the early seventies, but not necessarily the best. Aren't those very subjective terms anyway? Let's just say that he was a very cool guitar player and leave it at that. Someone I used to know described Led Zeppelin as "approaching Hobbit rock", which is actually pretty funny if you think about it. They did get kind of silly at times, but the other times they were laying down tremendous waves of sound. Plus Page had that incredible double-necked Les Paul that he wore down on his knee and yet still managed to play somehow.

The Inner Vision

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While a fair region round the traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;

Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.

If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse;
With Thought and Love companions of our way-

Whate'er the sense take or may refuse,-
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
-W. Wordsworth

The flowers are all coming out and blooming, and I think from time to time that this is a bit early for that, but no use in worrying about it too much.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

sactimonious jesus freak flips out

David Fink, Pastor of the Potter's House, apparently beat his 13 year old kid with a 16 inch piece of wood, and punched him in the face, after which his 17 year old son called the cops on him. This guy loved to go around raging about the sinfulness of society, and now he flips out. Good. I personally couldn't stand the guy.
Now he's charged with child abuse. This is the kind of guy that gives Christianity a bad name. About a month ago, in my last conversation with him, he started to tell me that I was going to go to hell if I didn't believe in everything he did. I hung up on him. So yeah, I have to admit that I derive a certain amount of maybe not happiness, but definitely interest in this latest news.

Maybe he wasn't as holy and righteous as he though he was.

Here's the article: http://gtconnect.com/articles/2007/03/02/news/community/4loc09_pastorrleased.txt