CHAOS: Where brilliant dreams are born...Before the beginning of great brilliance, there must be Chaos... I Ching
Thursday, July 31, 2003
The 'free internet' ended oh, I don't know, at least a week or so ago. I have just removed a number of things from our 8 websites including this one that were very cool back in the old days of cyber-spacious-ness.
We no longer have a GUESTBOOK nor a MAILING LIST...both of which have been ruined by slimey SPAM-ASSES who collect all your info and vomit SPAM to the email addresses you so kindly have added to lists simply because you actually went to a website and liked it.
And don't even start me on MAILING LISTS...if you are crazy enuf to sign up for something like that and not think your email address won't be sold out; well, you are as innocent as I used to be. We by the way ('btw' in email talk of old) have had a mailing list for years and actually never mailed or Emailed anyone anything. Oh well. Too bad I never got around to doing that NEWSLETTER I dreamed about once or twice.
And that brings up another issue for me that I used to really worry about...How can you have a bunch of DOTCOMS and not be out there making money? We haven't ever really sold anything 'COMmercially' ever at any of our sites...No bumperstickers at FRESHCHAOS.com, no rabbit hutches, food or postcards at Bunnytown; no dog food at Skippertown...
I guess to make money would somehow slide me under the skirts of the great and powerful GW Bushmeister. But then again, 'twould be nice. Do you know more rich Republicans, or, more rich Democrats? And these days is there that much of a difference?
I am sliding into the wild, wild, world of all things internet suck. No, I am not quite there yet; but email has lost the immediate joy and fun it once held for me. It is hard to just keep up even for avid emailer/interneter if your daily truth,the INBOX, provides two notes from friends and 5031 spams a week, or a day, or an hour, if you check in that often (and yes, I do).
Just kind of dragged down by the heat at the moment...and by my grief over losing what has been an old stand by Bravenet.com as a 'trusted friend'. HAH!!... a trusted friend in cyberspace...who are you kidding? No one but your-self DUDE, you lonely blogger and webmaster, Jeff Hartzer aka Capnchaos.
Besides, it is summer and, if you are smarter than me, you are outdoors somewhere enjoying a nice musical event in REALTIME and REAL-LIFE.
Although, there is probably a WEBCAM of that very event now playing on your home computer cscreen if you ant to tune into Google.
In Freshchaos Sportz Newz
First, with each passing moment we draw closer to the end of Baseball and the beginning of Football season. Hooray.
Second, a major GAPE at the University of Florida is making worldwide newz...
The 2003 cover for University of Florida's football media guide (GO GATORS!) shows a crocodile (NOT a GATOR) under the Florida coach leading the team onto the field. The words ''Florida'' and ''2003 Football Guide'' also appear on the cover, but the word ''Gators'' is absent.
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
The wisdom of Charles Schultz
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the
"Peanuts" comic strip.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades
and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name three people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of three people you enjoy spending time with.
6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the
most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
The people who make a difference in your life are the ones that care. People don't care how much you know, until they know how much you care!
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already
tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Schultz)
Pass this on to those people who have made a difference in your life.
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
A true brother's great auntie died today...he is asking me how to cope...Here be some lyrics from some too old and wise jacksonvillians...in a song called,"Searchin’ " written by allen collins and a dude named van zant...
I asked the wiseman one sunny day
Can you help me find my way
You’re so much older and wiser too
Would you help me mr wiseman
I’m feelin’ blue
Oh I’m not satisfied
He said you’re not doin too bad, not bad at all
You’re just trying to walk son before you can crawl
You got stacks of money to sky up above
Now all you need is to find you a love
He sent me searchin’ to find my love
He sent me searchin’ to the lord up above
He sent me searchin’ just to find the mornin’ dove
And she’ll tell you where to find your love
Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love
You can have anything in this god’s world
But you won’t be happy son ’til you find a girl
Now you can be happy boy if you try
Find a woman boy, you’ll be satisfied
He sent me searchin’ to find my love
He sent me searchin’ , I said lord up above
He sent me searchin’ just to find the mornin’ dove
And she’ll tell you where to find your love
He sent me searchin’ to find my love
He sent me searchin’ , I said lord up above
He sent me searchin’ just to find the mornin’ dove
And she’ll tell you where to find your love
Oh lord, he sent me searchin’
Today I went to a 'junk yard' (or three) in search of bucket seats to replace a remarkably uncomfortable bench seat in my wife's truck. I guess they aren't called that anymore. The days of Sanford and Son are over. Whatever you want to call them, Junk Yards thrive in the state of New Mexico where the dry air, open spaces and lack of rust (as we all know, thanks to Neil Young--- Rust Never Sleeps) provide for loads of wrecked cars trucks and RV's.
I used to enjoy perusing old wrecks with broken glass and dried blood. Somehow today I realized that I have outgrown this propensity toward a'good deal' on a broken mirror or hood ornament. I must have seen a hundred if not three, trucks smashed to bits from the 'head on' angle thus causing the bucket or bench seats to truly be benched buckets.
This Spanish or Mexican or Chicano guy (it was 'Mexicano's #2 Truck Salvage Yard' after all) and I took down a number of numbers from broken windows of trucks sporting salvagable seats...This guy asks if I have a pencil...Aah No. ...Well, we quickly scrounged one from a dead or mangled person's glove box and then we wrote our numbers down. These seats were starting at $125 a piece according to the Anglo dude back in the main office who computerly traced the numbers back to the original wrecks out in the yard. Most of the Anglo types just hang out in the main office with radio waves and conditioned air beaming down.
Well, what does a new seat cost I ask this Anglo dude. He tells me and later at home on the web I have verified that car/truck/rv seats AIN'T CHEAP. I guess they are a pretty functional part of the car while drivbing or crashing into other cars or cows, fences, etc. The guy did tell me to weld the washers together when you cut the hole in the floor to put in your bucket seats where the bench seats used to go...this to keep you and your seat from ejecting through the windshield at inconvenient crash times.
At least if you pay 350 to 700 Amerikan dollars for new ones there isn't blood or layers of dust on them.
That bench seat in the Sonoma truck-a-saurus is starting to look and feel pretty damn good just now .
Or to be truly Amerikan, we could just go out and buy a NEW truck with a zero down doodly. Nah. I need to see more broken glass and stuff.
Monday, July 28, 2003
To your right (That's starboard, mates...) is this cool thing that everyone seems awkward utilizing.
You can type in words, phrases and even physics. In some ways, we are creating a 'found poem' or at the very least, a touch of FRESH CHAOS!!
Having an odd day? Tonight journeys us through the dark side of the moon; ooh, scary.
This just in...a reader asks...Was Bob Hope ever alive?
I came across this song, "Ice Age" on a fairly unheard of Jefferson Airplane album entitled, "Jefferson Airplane". The idea that the politicians who are highest in power are always the oldest and thus closest to death...naturally, they do not care too much about the rest of the planet's existence, because unless they are Strom Thurmond, they are probably not gonna be around all that long. Go Rummy! Go Rummy! Go Rummy! Make that name for yourself now and fuck all the rest of us who have to live with the conseuqences of your actions (both literal and kharmic alike). Not sure I have ever used the word, f-u-c-k before online or in a paper. I have now and I do feel FUCKED by the current administration.
And 30 million dollars to an informant to tell us where to find and kill the Hussein brothers...how much do our troops earn per hour?? Oh yeah, they do get free medical, free uni's, and can buy food at the cheapo 'base store' PX or BX ('base' or 'post' exchange) for those of you who've never had to live on a base while your partner is killing people for 5.75 or so an hour. And those LIBERATED folks in Afghanistan and Iraq...don't they still need water and food?!
You can buy a lot of coca cola products for 30 mil....
by Jorma Kaukonen
Well I heard the news just the other day
Now I feel there's something I must say
Well the darkness comes too often
This time next year I'll build my coffin
Made out of lead so X-rays cannot see
We gotta be free
Political men they burn their lives out talkin'
We people of the earth just keep on walkin'
Well we don't know what to say
Only live our lives as slaves
All we can do is race on to the grave
Well we gotta get away
Well they're much too old to care about the future
They're sewing up the past with shining sutures
It's immortality they crave
Their days are done so now they're brave
Their lives will live in books for fools and slaves
We gotta get away
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Could be hump-whales'day or the planetary alignments but is everyone Insane today?
Could be worse if you used to be a son of Saddam...
Monday, July 21, 2003
Gully Washer Central
Though not officially part of what we call here 'the monsoon season', yesterday it rasined for the sfirst time since June 19 (which was barely a drizzle). It is amazing what blows open and spews out in a high desert storm or weather change. Being a mile above sea level things just seem to affect 'sensitive new age guys' (and gals, pets and other beings) differently. Santa Fe calls itself the 'city different' and, as far as weather changes go, that title might well extend to the rest of the Enchanted Land as well. To go from Bone Dry to super ka chingo lightning thunder and walls of rain, is an immense change. A true cleansing of the mind body and parched spirit.
Armpit of the Arts is how both Debra and myself have described Albuquerque's Sunshine Theater (in Freshchaos diatribes). In the past two months, we attended the Rat Dog (with Bob Weir) and Ziggy Marley concerts. The sound is awful; the cigarette smoke abysmal, the bathrooms like 'the rice paddies of the Nam', and the lighting on stairs and hallways almost non-existant. I have been saddened that recently a number of 'hot' bands have played there instead of at brand new Casino Venues, the larger Journal Pavilion, or City of Albuquerque Venues . Albuquerque is really pushing improving the Downtown area and The Sunshine could be a premiere place in the heart of downtown. Instead, it is a run down dump of a place but still attracts large name brand folks.
As Executive Director and owner of a newly renovated 'intimate venue' (and not in anyway 'competitve' with The Sunshine Theater), I have been amazed by all the CODE ZONING and things required for our building permit/fire marshal inspections ETC.,ETC., ETC. we've endured and paid for just to open our doors. We wil never have the likes of Ziggy or Bob but by golly gosh,our ADA restrooms,emergency lighting, handrails, disabled special entrances, ramps are all up to snuff for easy safe and comfortable access to all.
So I have been doubly amazed at what goes on in the esteemed Downtown area Sunshine Theater. I have thought of 'writing a letter' or something. But instead have conservatively opted to just go there if I really LOVED the performer and was willing to both pay the $30-$50 Ticketmaster cost, as well as to endure the hardships of the 'Armpit of the Arts' . Well, sometimes things just happen. And there is a reason for good lighting, clean restrooms and safety.
This past week things at the Sunshine Theater took a horrible turn.
A teenage girl from Santa Fe was reported missing after a concert there. Teenagers took a limousine from Santa Flush to 'Burque for a special night. The limo returned to Santa Fe without this girl. Yesterday it was revealed that she was brutally murdered by an employee of the Sunshine Theater who is a registered sex offender. He placed her body in a storage closet and left it there after moving a candy machine to block entrance to the room.
This horribly sad, fresh and chaotic tale has only just begun.
Sunday, July 20, 2003
UK Prime Minister Tony Blair has left our shores after a very friendly visit. Blair said that even if US and UK claims about Iraq's weapons of mass destruction (or WMD - not to be confused with WWJD) prove to be erroneous, it doesn't matter, because we all still did the right thing in removing the threat of Saddam Hussein via a war. According to Blair, "... history will forgive." W says he "takes responsibility" for the war. CIA Director George Tenet says he "takes responsibility" for faulty intelligence. Who takes the blame for lying to Congress and American public? Doesn't matter, as there appear to be no consequences. It seems lying to the American people is not important - unless it's about sex.
In a speech before Congress Blair "chided" Bush on global warming and urged W to show more leadership on the environment - protection of it, that is. The House didn't hear that last part, apparently, as it passed bills that same day which allow development in some previously protected federal forests, give the OK to bear baiting on public lands, and not only allow snowmobiling in Yellowstone, but also continue federally financed killing of bison (you know, buffalo - big, endangered, uniquely North American) that stray outside the national park's borders. Stay where you're told, you stupid, majestic beasts!
Thursday, July 17, 2003
The Capn has been tempted to crutch into WAL*MART so he could zoom around in the groovy electric carts-for-crips-and-bloods but instead opts to 'allow' Deb on the web to go instead...She's back now and she is exploding with this FreshChaos Commentary::::::>
Ah, Wally World Supercenter of the Universe ... the equalizer of the American masses. It can be entertaining: Can four male, high-school, punk wannabes buy anything edible? Will an employee spontaneously combust if she can find what you want in her department? (We may never know.) And dear God, what would happen if a "Greeter" were forced to do something helpful, such as find a cart?
Speaking of carts ... The great Capn Chaos often rolls his eyes and sighs in exasperation as The Deb rolls their cart from the truck to one of only two cart corrals in the vast Supersucker parking lot. Yet, when I arrived today I knew to take into the store one of the five carts delineating my parking space so as not to join the sea of rednecks inside standing around helplessly looking for a cart. And who translates Walmartese into Spanish? The warning on the cart contained a word I'm sure doesn't exist in any European language.
But really, why complain? Pres. W has assured me that "the intelligence of this country" (What does that mean?) confirmed that Saddam Hussein was a threat to our ability to buy crap at W-Mart and that he (The Big Double-You, that is) "takes responsibility" for protecting our great country. "As long as I hold this office I will never risk the lives of American citizens by assuming the good will of dangerous enemies." After all, W explained, in 1991 we discovered that Saddam "was much closer to developing a nuclear weapons program than anybody ever imagined." Just imagine what 12 years of UN economic sanctions did to get that thing up and running! But I digress ... Safe and sound, I bought a new DVD and five pairs of socks for the price of three. Such a deal.
Today, I made sure the monthly charge for satellite tv was worth it after all. It's worth it alright.
I didn't know there was so much to watch all day long ...I flipped through oh a dozen or so really bad movies (Chevy Chase used to be almost 'buff'). Kept track of the world's weather on 'the eights' - though I prefer the 'nines'. All in all, I feel oh so much better about being on crutches.
Then explored the minutia of The History Channel in between catching the latest from Mister Bloomberg and CNN. Happy anniversary to Saddam. His big day was today. Can't recall exactly what he is celebrating, but he did come back from his grave to send in another audio tape for all of us to marvel at. And speaking of 'marvel-ing'... saw a delightful piece about man-made rain inside airplane/blimp hangars. A modern MARVEL that took up at least twenty minutes of INACTIVITY cuz I gots da summertime blues.
One week has passed gas since I was last gassed and unconciously had shiny scalpels scrape out 'bad stuff' from my toe joint. Pretty soon I can watch even more tv without the aid of crutches. And thanks to you three readers of Freshchaos.com, my day is not a total waist...er...waste.
Speaking of waistoidal activities...some new shows are arriving mid to post season on the telly to help spend the time between sessions of Jon Stewart's Daily Show. One of them features breast surgery and the men who perform them on the breasts of actual female models. Very Californian with great promise on that breast angle. The first show I ever saw on the Discovery Health Channel was on a similar topic (and without 'models'). Painful to watch. Painful to think about. Yet... breasts and W seem to rule the world these days.
Gotta go check in with The Weather Channel for the latest forecast for Paris or possibly, Palatka.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
In "creative ways to screw Native Americans" news OR "the BUCK don't stop for no one no how" ...
Starbucks is in a legal "battle" with a small First Nations cafe in Canada over trademark infringement. Starbucks claims that it has no choice but to police perceived violations of it exclusive right to its trademark name, no matter how small. These alleged violations include any "similar" name that may "dilute" its trademark power and thereby confuse the average caffeine addict needing a fix.
The supposed offenders? HaidaBucks Cafe in the village of Masset (pop. 700) of Haida Gwaii, the Queen Charlottes Islands. That's Canada, folks. Huge plot of land directly north of most of the US. Come on, get out the atlas - it won't kill you!
The HaidaBucks Cafe was started four years ago by men of the Haida Nation. Haida people are indigenous to what we now call British Columbia. The cafe owners used the term "bucks" to denote their masculinity - as opposed to wishes of rolling in the money or sprouting an impressive set of antlers. Starbucks has told the owners of the establishment that it must change its name before the end of the year, because, although their use of "Haida" is OK (See? Starbucks does have heart!), their use of "bucks" is an infringement on the Starbucks trademark.
As Dave Barry would say, "I am NOT making this up!" Please visit the HaidaBucks Cafe website for the full story, plus some trademark Indian humor on the Other Bucks page, which includes Buck Rogers and Pearl S. Buck, but not Daddy Warbucks ... hmmm ...
Starbucks, by the way, derives its name not from a personal association with the heritage of the company founders or current owners, but from a character in the novel Moby Dick. One can only hope that the ghost of Herman Melville will rise from the depths and teach these clods a lesson, giant whale style. Considering that the Haida revere whales, I believe it would be most appropriate.
Until otherwordly reprisals occur, we are asking our readers to tell everybody about this heinous situation, boycott Starbucks coffee, which most unfortunately now includes Seattle's Best (How the hell did THAT happen?!), and write to the bitter behemoth about how ridiculous this whole thing is. If you're feeling illiterate, the HaidaBucks Cafe website has a sample letter. And if you're feeling financially generous, we're confident that the Haida Bucks would enjoy some cash support.
Of course, if you are wanting to escape the heat down here, go on up to Haida Gwaii and visit the HaidaBucks Cafe. Menu looks good, the interior is all beautiful wood and Haida art (one of The Deb's fave kinds), and the coffee refills are FREE!
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
This site is H-o-t.
But not sexy.
I guess some
to some degree
The old MD man today told me that I could put away the crutches. Man, do I have a lot of crutches. But I am working on putting away the battleship grey super cool crutches that I paid a heavenly price for to our local HMO. It is so cool to be a MD and say...Go then, my son and be freed from your crutches. FREE free at last.
Monday, July 14, 2003
Last night's moon was an eerie cream sickle orange over our Enchanted Land thanks to too many wildfires blazing about. Today the skies in New Mexico's biggest city are loaded with 'particulate' and those who can't breathe well under normal conditions are warned to just stay in bed all day, emerging only for quick enchilada/margarita breaks as needed. A heat wave (yes, it is a dry heat) is also holding steady which makes staying indoors look better than mowing, weeding or other sweat-inducing forms of outdoor entertainment. If you simply must have sex outdoors today, you are advised to wear plenty of sunscreen.
Go 'Canes...No wait it ain't football season yet.
We are hopeful that the hurricane now bearing down on the Texas Gulf Coast will harm no one but might eventually push a bit of moisture our way. Freshchaos.com pointed out that this is supposed to be a killer Hurricane season a month ago...sure enough, the season is off to an early start. Told-ja !!
Happy Bull Stomping to those of you reading this on your laptops while gulping Sangrias in Pamplona, Spain this week. Regretfully I am letting this event go buy with out being there for yet another year. Being chased by Schipperkes and Rabbits is really all I need. And for myself let me say that Sangrias are one way trip to heartburn I
One of my few perks in my early teaching career was traveling with a group of my students to Europe (relatively 'for free'.) I did this twice and then swore never to do it again. The 'free' part is somewhat misleading and herding students through museums lost its appeal rather quickly for me. I do though have a mempory of this day back in the seventies when my little charges and I joined a billion French folks trying to return home following the Bastille Day ceremonies. Jumping on the Metro that afternoon was the closest to a "death by crushing" that I have experienced.
Be that as it may...Happy Bastille Day to one and all...
Thursday, July 10, 2003
This just in:
1) Go to Google.com;
2) type in (but don't hit return): "weapons of mass destruction";
3) Hit the "I'm feeling lucky" button, instead of the normal
4) read what appears to be a normal error message carefully.
You might get something like this:
These Weapons of Mass Destruction cannot be displayed
The weapons you are looking for are currently unavailable. The country might be experiencing technical difficulties, or you may need to adjust your weapons inspectors mandate.
Please try the following:
* Click the Regime change button, or try again later.
* If you are George Bush and typed the country's name in the address bar, make sure that it is spelled correctly. (IRAQ).
* To check your weapons inspector settings, click the UN menu, and then click Weapons Inspector Options. On the Security Council tab, click Consensus. The settings should match those provided by your government or NATO.
* If the Security Council has enabled it, The United States of America can examine your country and automatically discover Weapons of Mass Destruction.
If you would like to use the CIA to try and discover them,
click Detect weapons
* Some countries require 128 thousand troops to liberate them. Click the Panic menu and then click About US foreign policy to determine what regime they will install.
* If you are an Old European Country trying to protect your interests, make sure your options are left wide open as long as possible. Click the Tools menu, and then click on League of Nations. On the Advanced tab, scroll to the Head in the Sand section and check settings for your exports to Iraq.
* Click the Bomb button if you are Donald Rumsfeld.
Cannot find weapons or CIA Error
Find more on Weapons of Mass Destruction.
And as the sun sets over a dry, hot, and windy Albuquerque tonight, I am alive and well following foot surgery this morning. Learning how to do the crutch thing. Can't drive a car for awhile but worse things have happened, like seeing the look on W's face as he watched those elephants in Botswana doing a horny bunny rabbit dance. The fact that stocks took a beating today is probably unrelated to the horny pachaderms but a number of curtains seem to be darkening on the GWB Happy Safari trail of post war freshchaos.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Hey there Chaosonians all...
After a rousing evening of increasing the population of BunnytownUSA by Twice its size (that's 7 to 14 bunnies) with bunnies in from a friend, I am off to dreamland and calling it a night.
Tomorrow, I will have a little "ten suture surgery" to remove years of abuse to my big toe from soccer and oh, maybe a bit of beer, known to some as gouty somethings. Compared to a VASECTOMY I had once, with that NOVACAIN on one then the other of your SA-MOLLIANS, Tom Tomorrow's surgery Ain't Nutting but a big sore toe.
Are you a Believer cause the Believers Rock!!
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
I learned something today...
When you call 1-800-4MY-HOME (don't forget the "4"), the Sears appliance helpline, you can avoid the bullshit of computerized messaging by simply talking VERY LOUDLY. If the computer answering service senses anger, tension, or LOUD STRESS, it immediately transfers you to a real person. I mean, IMMEDIATELY.
And, is it just me who has a problem translating letters to numerals on classy and sassy commercial phone listings?
Well sirs (and madames and mademoiselles), let me get this straight...According to the evening news, Attack on Iraq was all lies, but the war was a good one and W is a popular president, so the loss of Iraqi lives and the continuing daily-loss-of-American-lives-even-without-a-war is A-OK.
I guess that's what I am being told to believe by the medium of the Presidential Orifice: television news...And geeze our Pres in Africa looks a bit overheated. Pres wife boards aeroplane looking like she may have a touch of (one of my all-time favorite words) D_I_A_R_R_H_E_A...OR just a case of the BUSH TIGHT-ASS. AAAAHHHH! Get me OUT of AFRICA! her anus seems to scream. Black folk be everywhere. And these fire-roasted crocodile tails just don't taste like the barbequed ribs o' Texas. Take me home, country road.
Pardon me for being even more cynical than usual. Spent most of the day at my 600 dollar a month HMO opting to get surgery (man, ya gotta get your money's worth) on my big toe. We have an opening this Turdsday or you can wait til August 23rd. OK, I'll take Turdsday....damn my plans to see the NEW and not IMPROVED Isotopes add another LOSS to their pretty LOSS-FILLED first season. But who cares when the stadium is amazinbg and the big boys at the Florida Marlins are kicking butt over teams like Hotlanta's Braves. When the big guys win, the little guys lose, which is just what I have been thinking about today.
My father was a pilot of a C-47 in WWII (Pacific Theater). I am not sure how this affected me before I was born, but it did give me a lifetime interest in pilots and planes...The sound of old planes excites me (oooh baby, old rusty airplane noises on 5.1 or DTS surround sound with a mirror over the waterbed is all I need. OK I might also need some nudity of the female persuasion to go with the chop chop of old piston burnings. (Hey, why do you thing all those guys painted babes in their WWII planes? And look where they painted 'em: right on the penis flange of the fuselage, right under the cockpit! KA-SCHWING!)
Both Twins Die After Separation Procedure
A hospital official in Singapore said Ladan Bijani died after losing a lot of
blood at the end of the separation procedure. Her sister, Laleh, died shortly
Monday, July 07, 2003
Guess who came to Taos this weekend to check on the likelihood of his dream vacation retreat house exploding into flames....That's right...Donald Rumsfeld. And the flames are pretty kharmically close.
Sunday, July 06, 2003
Once a quarter we readers of the Albuquerque Journal receive a special pullout section, "New Mexico Wildlife." You may be surprised to learn that I, nature lover that I am, usually avoid this extra. That is because something that looks like a newspaper, smells like a newspaper, and is even embedded in a newspaper, is sometimes actually a rag published by the New Mexico Department of Game and Fish.
The latest issue is very upbeat about the state of the state's wildlife and includes a two-page article on how to buy a shotgun and another on the joys of birdwatching in New Mexico. I looked into it for the latter. Now hold onto your hats and catch the thrill of wildlife experience in the following excerpt. (For those not in the know the Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge is acres and acres of the best birdwatching in all the state.)
"[Fran] Land traces her involvement in the Southwest New Mexico Birding Trail back to a day two years ago at the Bosque del Apache when she sat near the visitor's center and observed ..."
Wait for it! WAAAIIITTTTT!
"... the delivery of four huge boxes of maps describing the Southeast Arizona Birding Trail."
Wow, maps ... Maps! Takes your breath away, doesn't it?
A week ago we were were in Taos having Hot Tuna sandwiches in the cool breezes of Kit Carson park at the Solar Festival. It was a delight and a treasure to be there and even more so today, to see a picture in the Albuquerque Journal of the three story Taos Pueblo with two Native American fellows on the roof taking in the wall of flames behind them on Taos Mountain.
Saturday, July 05, 2003
This just in...
subject:garden of eden
Religious leaders keep telling us that if only Eve hadn't eaten the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, then we would all be in heaven on earth. Somehow we need to get back there. But if we get back there, what happens if someone else eats of the tree? Everyone expelled?
Even those who believe in heaven and hell still try to find "enlightenment" in this life. We keep believing in the happily ever after and trying for paradise in this life. Want freedom from poverty, disease, premature death, suffering, bad weather ... Animals do not expect such a life. Neither do they expect demonic temptations. They simply live with what happens.
Why was the tree there in the first place? If it was a test, then it is one that can never be definitively passed, as the possibility of action over non-action will always be present; i.e. could fail at any moment. Or conversely, could succeed at any moment if believe passing involved eating of the Tree.
As evolution it is not a test, but a next level. When we became fully human and capable of abstract thought (e.g. goodness, evil), then we use this ability to feed ourselves in thought. So it was meant to be, if we are to celebrate our growth. And thus the extra big cranium and thus the pain of human childbirth. Not punishment, just growth. Same for serpent. And Adam becomes not just a hunter/gatherer, but a man capable of organizing both crops and livestock. Not more work, just different.
The T'nach reminds me of Star Trek and how Klingons and Borg were improved as story progressed, just because first writers didn't know how this all was going to turn out.
Is Garden of Eden ever identified as "Heaven?" Just a level to our evolution? Maybe that means that heaven on earth will be completely different. Maybe is next step in our evolution and will only come when we can all truly devote ourselves to love, despite hardships that come with life on earth.
Well sir, ya wouldn't know it but I am looking at you through Mac's new browser for Apple's 10.2 Jaguar. It's called,Safari.
My vote is not in yet. The download is easy enough. I have had a bit of trouble using Safari to change things here at Blogger World. Netscrape never worked well for me on blogger and apparently even on a Mac Exploder may remain the best for blogging. I no longer use Netscrape at all on the new Jaguar system. It is nice that Safari provides an alternative so there's always a second browser in the ready, if I need to browse two browser wowsers at the same time!! OH my God back in the daze...Sometime long, long ago, I didn't even know you could do that...God ah-mighty...things change so fast Leon, you just gotta keep swingin' and hope for the best.
I'll let you know how it goes with my Safari, meanwhile I continue to LOVE MacIntosh particularly now with the Jaguar operating system. When it first came out I bought the osX 10-point ZERO. I installed it on my old iMac and exploded everything...Had to call in The Mac Doctor and go back to Netscape 4.7 teamed up with Mac's 9.1 operating system and reinstall all my software that had worked so well on 9.1. For a Mac dude that was an unusual and unpleasant event. Hear tell, things like that happen all the time to PC'ers of the Microsoft persuasion. Well, it may be time to sell your Microsoft stock and load up on Apple.
For all these years that you could load a new Apple chip or periphial into an old Apple chassis (without blowing everything up) and suddenly pretty much have that same old Apple shine like a new & shinier fruit...well, them days is over for Apple. Now they be's gonna MAKE some MONEY which is what Microsoft has always been better at doing while screwing everyone over with instant Chevrolet-Vega-dangerous-at-any-speed-obsolescence.
Even Merrill Lynching's latest sez APPLE is a 'buy'.
Or at least they were just a 'freshchaos minute' ago.
If you've never had a computer (then you wouldn't be reading this...duh...if you've never had a MacIntosh computer, the latest eMac and iMac are sweet and come loaded up with goodies that I may never use but ... Matter of fact I may remove some of the goodies...I prefer Photoshop to iPhoto for instance...and the new os makes it all 'very interesting' .For example, my digital CLASSIC digital camera an ANCIENT Sony Mavica which I love, uses something we called 'floppy disks' long long ago and they oddly load a GAZILLION times SLOWER on the new computer than the old one.
BUT had you never paid the five hundred dollars that the camera cost to use simple and any moment obsolete floppy disks NOR never bought into Photoshop, then the new Mac system might be for you . It comes with all you will ever need (until next month at least) for still or movie cameras, downloading music or watching for watching the latest pornography .
Of course for porno, a pc works just fine and dandy. And either a PC or a Mac will each get you plenty of SPAM for a cholesterol fit.
Thursday, July 03, 2003
Earlier today, government and technology experts warned against a worldwide "hacker contest" scheduled for Sunday, July 6, 2003. To learn more about the contest and its implications, go to: http://www.cnn.com/2003/TECH/internet/07/03/hacker.warnings.ap/index.html
Do you know where Saddam Hussein is? Can you prove he is dead? If so, the U.S.
government will make you $25 million richer.
Buddy Hackette and Herby Mann have been added to the list of 'the dead' for these past three weeks. Lotta fgamous folks are leaving the planet it seems.Strom-made-it-to-100-Thurmond, Gregory Peck, Katherine Hepburn, and that person I have forgotten already.
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Ding, dong, the cat is gone!
The wicked, old cat is gone!
Yup, lately we've been hit hard with the ugly, occasional punch-in-the-face reality of having bunnies outside in a city where some people let cats run free and create feral cats and so on. I will spare you the details. Although rabbits in Chinese are "earth cats" and do indeed have a few feline habits, the two species are definitely on opposite sides of the "hunter-prey" dynamic.
Tonight, after amazing detective work, we placed a humane trap in Bunnytown and nabbed that sucker. The demon made sounds that would be appropriate for the next Satan tries to take over the world in the form of a somewhat famous actor only to be conquered in a shower of special effects by a much more famous actor B movie. At Bunnytown the humans celebrated with margaritas and the bunnies had big, fat carrots!
Of course, we had to wonder what the caged feline thought during its hour of incarceration surrounded by our gang of seven rabbits. "Ahhhh, they got me! It's Revenge of the Bunnies!!"
Maybe it thought of a rather infamous B movie (which is more of a "C") The Night of the Lepus, which we had the enormous pleasure of viewing this past weekend. Cheesiness practically dripped off the VCR! Rabbits covered in fake blood and drool (drool, I say!) running and leaping in slo mo ... What can I say? Does it get any better than this? Well, it would have been good if they had killed that whiny little girl in the end, but you can't have it all.
Ding, dong, the cat is gone!
The wicked, old cat is gone!
This just in: Hans Blix and Ari Fleischer are gone. Lucky is over for the season. Nip-Tuck is the next big thing for FX. A whole show about plastic surgery for, naturally, gorgeous women. Watch naturally gorgeous women become unnnaturally gorgeous or something like that is the premis.I guess I'll be a watch'n it when it airs July 22. Monk is off and running. His trip to Mexico was pretty doggone hilarious; yet, intriguing.
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
Shown below are two photographs courtesy of Wayne Klick
taken at last weekend's Taos Solar Music Festival featuring Hot Tuna and Big Head Todd and the Monsters.