Friday, 08/26/2016

He rises and begins to round


He drops the silver chain of sound...

ntodd

August 26, 11:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Carpe Diem, Man

Dirge in Woods:

A wind sways the pines,
         And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
         And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
         Even we,
         Even so.

George Meredith.

ntodd

August 26, 10:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thursday, 08/25/2016

Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh.


I'm pretty sure Christ had a wicked sense of humor.

ntodd

August 25, 11:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

if no one paid him heed

Coming to That:

“If it comes to that,” he said, “there’ll be no
preventing it.”
He uttered it as I listened. Had I got it right,
hearing him?
“If it comes to that,” is what he said, and,
as if talking
to himself, went on about how there’d be no
preventing it.
He came to that conclusion, saying it in a
slow way of
coming to that, whatever that was it might
come to before
not being prevented—and as if such a thing
were for him
the unthinkable, and would prevail, if it
came to that.

Dorothea Tanning.

ntodd

August 25, 10:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 08/23/2016

Never, Ever Cross The Moor


Picking up on last night's theme.

ntodd

August 23, 11:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

my lot is the night stars that inspire the mind

Revolt Against The Sun:

She stood before the sun, screaming:
'Sun! You are like my rebellious heart
Whose youth swept life away
And whose ever-renewed light
Gave the stars to drink.
Careful! Do not let a bewildered sadness
Or a sighing tear in my eyes deceive you.
For sadness is the form of my revolt and my resistance
Beneath the night—divinity be my witness! '

Nazik Al-Malaika.

ntodd

August 23, 11:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

In The Beginning, G-d Created D-sco


When the theme's gone and you can't go on...

ntodd

August 23, 11:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Earthrise Pictures In Color

The first earthrise, 50 years ago:

[O]n 23 August 1966, Lunar Orbiter 1 snapped the first photo of Earth as seen from lunar orbit (Larger view). While a remarkable image at the time, the full resolution of the image was never retrieved from the data stored from the mission. In 2008, this earthrise image was restored by the Lunar Orbiter Image Recovery Project at NASA Ames Research Center. We obtained the original data tapes from the mission (the last surviving set) and restored original FR-900 tape drives to operational condition using both 60s era parts and modern electronics. 

Okay, I lied about the theme being done...

ntodd

August 23, 10:37 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer To Not Keep From Singing


Okay, this theme is done.

ntodd

August 23, 10:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Revolutions Involve A Good Deal Of Drinking In Ancient Taverns

Okay, so I do actually like singing and whatnot during protests against regimes.  And I miss those heady days of Baltic resistance against the Evil Empire (ignore my error of geography, please).

So a Singing Revolution?  Yeah, I think it's pretty cool, and not just because of Prince...

ntodd

August 23, 9:10 PM in Pax Americana | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Revolutions To Involve No Dancing Or Singing


Hands Across the Baltics...

ntodd

August 23, 8:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Public Servants To Be Unresponsive To Constituents

FTR, I have often had the same level of access to my Senators, Representatives, and President, as nefarious people have had to the Corrupt Clinton Machine.  

ntodd

August 23, 7:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Prefer My Revolutions Be Completely Opaque And Unaccountable To The People

I think there is a potential upside to organizations like a Wikileaks to keep power structures in check.  Sadly, I don't think Wikileaks is that organization, in large part because its leader is pretty much an anarchist version of Trump who assumes a mantle of moral authority whilst punching down.

ntodd

August 23, 6:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Monday, 08/22/2016

He Lived Alone In A House Of Logs


Yup, this is pretty much like life out here.

ntodd

August 22, 11:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Ain't Complainin'

Interview:

The ladies men admire, I’ve heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
Their candle gives a single light;
They’d rather stay at home at night.
They do not keep awake till three,
Nor read erotic poetry.
They never sanction the impure,
Nor recognize an overture.
They shrink from powders and from paints ...
So far, I’ve had no complaints.

Dorothy Parker.

ntodd

August 22, 11:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Let us to't pell-mell


If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

ntodd

August 22, 9:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Feel Very Moved Every Morning

And with a new round of norovirus, I've been moved even more often:

The bulk of media attention this weekend was devoted Donald Trump's continued efforts to assure minority Americans he is deserving of their support, despite all that stuff he said, and did, and predicated his entire campaign around, and despite his unwillingness to visit with actual non-white voters in order to plead his case. Fear not, though, his new advisers are truly, truly moved by his inclusiveness. Kellyanne Conway:

I live in a white community. I'm white. I was very moved by his comment.

And if that's not a perfect little capsule of the Donald Trump campaign, I'm not sure one can be found.

No word from the house full of white people who live in that house on the right just as you come into our very white town with the Trump sign in their yard (kitty corner to the one with the Treason In Defense Of Slavery Flag) about how moved they were.  Regardless, the White Voter Outreach continues apace...

ntodd

August 22, 9:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Nat Turner Was A Second Amendment Hero

You know, because his rebellion was suppressed by armed whites, the way our Founders intended.

ntodd

August 22, 8:10 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution, RKBA | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 08/21/2016

Memo To Donald Trump

August 21, years before Benedict Arnold:

The committee to whom part of the report from the Committee on Spies was re-committed, having brought in a report, the same was taken into consideration: Whereupon,

Resolved, That all persons, not members of, nor owing allegiance to, any of the United States of America, as described in a resolution of Congress of the 24th of June last, who shall be found lurking as spies in or about the fortifications or encampments of the armies of the United States, or of any of them, shall suffer death, according to the law and usage of nations, by sentence of a court martial, or such other punishment as such court martial shall direct.

Ordered, That the above resolution be printed at the end of the rules and articles of war.

Spies live among us!

ntodd

August 21, 7:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Saturday, 08/20/2016

Assume The Port Of Mars


Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire crouch for employment.

ntodd

August 20, 11:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Flying In The Face Of The Ordinary

I Can't Believe The Face On Mars:

Some guy’s bought half an hour of TV time to talk
   about a photo
beamed back by the Viking probe over the red plains
   of Cydonia where,
to hear him tell it, an ancient Martian race has
   painstakingly fashioned
a monumental human face. It’s 2 a.m. and he isn’t
   saying why,
but he’s hawking his homemade book about what has
   to be, he insists, the most
amazing find qf the millennium. And because I can’t
   believe the face on Mars
is anything more than a freakish accident of light and
   shadow, I guess
I’m getting hopelessly old.

David Clewell.

ntodd

August 20, 10:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)