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NOLA Notification

gratephil — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 18:05:46 GMT

........I came within a hair's breath of settling in New Orleans in '90. The Cultural Birthplace of multiracial America has been a huge spiritual influence upon me. Needless to say, Katrina broke my heart. Looking at the NOLA..com site @11AM today, I have *that* sinking feeling again. If you know ANYONE in the delta area, TELL them to split for a week. No shit........ http://www.nola.com/hurricane/content.ssf?/hurricane/content/imagery/animatedgulf.html

Deeper and more Purple

gratephil — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 03:57:22 GMT

.....and it's debatable whether I should be gettin'......either. But there I am...scheduling interviews with prospective legislators, partying with 1st gen immigrants thrilled to simply be alive and.....here on US Indie Day; doing hospice in a household of near-90 folks who WANT professionalized caregivers and figure workin' my purple ass on Saturdays will help philcilitate that......as Iggy put it "..more thrills, more dynamite and disaster.." on the horizon. And Purple Goats! Keeping with horned one enflamed, I submit to my overspun brain the famed Sheb Wooley script for...digestion....... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple_People_Eater

"....moving to the middle is for losers."

gratephil — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 13:07:10 GMT

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arianna-huffington/memo-to-obama-moving-to-t_b_110026.html

June Ninth....Two Thousand and Eight

gratephil — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 04:05:14 GMT

I pledge to remember for the rest of my life this important and historic event....not to be revoked by the 'winners' who will rewrite that history..... Article I Creating a Secret Propaganda Campaign to Manufacture a False Case for War Against Iraq. Article II Falsely, Systematically, and with Criminal Intent Conflating the Attacks of September 11, 2001, With Misrepresentation of Iraq as a Security Threat as Part of Fraudulent Justification for a War of Aggression. Article III Misleading the American People and Members of Congress to Believe Iraq Possessed Weapons of Mass Destruction, to Manufacture a False Case for War. Article IV Misleading the American People and Members of Congress to Believe Iraq Posed an Imminent Threat to the United States. Article V Illegally Misspending Funds to Secretly Begin a War of Aggression. Article VI Invading Iraq in Violation of the Requirements of HJRes114. Article VII Invading Iraq Absent a Declaration of War. Article VIII Invading Iraq, A Sovereign Nation, in Violation of the UN Charter. Article IX Failing to Provide Troops With Body Armor and Vehicle Armor Article X Falsifying Accounts of US Troop Deaths and Injuries for Political Purposes Article XI Establishment of Permanent U.S. Military Bases in Iraq Article XII Initiating a War Against Iraq for Control of That Nation's Natural Resources Article XIIII Creating a Secret Task Force to Develop Energy and Military Policies With Respect to Iraq and Other Countries Article XIV Misprision of a Felony, Misuse and Exposure of Classified Information And Obstruction of Justice in the Matter of Valerie Plame Wilson, Clandestine Agent of the Central Intelligence Agency Article XV Providing Immunity from Prosecution for Criminal Contractors in Iraq Article XVI Reckless Misspending and Waste of U.S. Tax Dollars in Connection With Iraq and US Contractors Article XVII Illegal Detention: Detaining Indefinitely And Without Charge Persons Both U.S. Citizens and Foreign Captives Article XVIII Torture: Secretly Authorizing, and Encouraging the Use of Torture Against Captives in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Other Places, as a Matter of Official Policy Article XIX Rendition: Kidnapping People and Taking Them Against Their Will to "Black Sites" Located in Other Nations, Including Nations Known to Practice Torture Article XX Imprisoning Children Article XXI Misleading Congress and the American People About Threats from Iran, and Supporting Terrorist Organizations Within Iran, With the Goal of Overthrowing the Iranian Government Article XXII Creating Secret Laws Article XXIII Violation of the Posse Comitatus Act Article XXIV Spying on American Citizens, Without a Court-Ordered Warrant, in Violation of the Law and the Fourth Amendment Article XXV Directing Telecommunications Companies to Create an Illegal and Unconstitutional Database of the Private Telephone Numbers and Emails of American Citizens Article XXVI Announcing the Intent to Violate Laws with Signing Statements Article XXVII Failing to Comply with Congressional Subpoenas and Instructing Former Employees Not to Comply Article XXVIII Tampering with Free and Fair Elections, Corruption of the Administration of Justice Article XXIX Conspiracy to Violate the Voting Rights Act of 1965 Article XXX Misleading Congress and the American People in an Attempt to Destroy Medicare Article XXXI Katrina: Failure to Plan for the Predicted Disaster of Hurricane Katrina, Failure to Respond to a Civil Emergency Article XXXII Misleading Congress and the American People, Systematically Undermining Efforts to Address Global Climate Change Article XXXIII Repeatedly Ignored and Failed to Respond to High Level Intelligence Warnings of Planned Terrorist Attacks in the US, Prior to 911. Article XXXIV Obstruction of the Investigation into the Attacks of September 11, 2001 Article XXXV Endangering the Health of 911 First Responders

........more FOOD for thought.......

gratephil — Sun, 18 May 2008 04:19:35 GMT

"We live now in times as precarious as human history has ever recorded, at least mentally, which is the worst kind of precariousness. Beset by violence, economic instability, and ecological deterioration over which we seem to have no control, we feel helpless. The human race has become afraid of itself. In this quandary, people are trying to take their lives back into their own hands. Instead of mutely bowing before the mass psychology of violence and fear that infects society, individuals are taking steps to at least secure their homes--their food supply, their fuel supply and their shelter." "All Flesh is Grass" - Gene Logsdon

No Brainer....you ARE planning on maybe growing old( you temporarily-abled peeps), aren't you.....?

gratephil — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 05:05:30 GMT

......what I'll spend much of my so-called free time this spring hustling sigs for....... http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/opinion/360135_longtermcare23.html

......a friendly reminder....

gratephil — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 14:25:41 GMT

...to my Tribe pals who feel a public/private 'partnership' with Monsanto, Microsoft and Murdoch's press empire (MySpace used by 'activists' is something I just can't get past......) will guide us beyond our current lil' difficulties: I remind you of the words of moderate FDR-who forged the compromises that kept America out of.....either....form of socialist dictatorship in the '30's..... "The liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerate the growth of private power to a point where it becomes stronger than their democratic State itself. That, in its essence, is Fascism – ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or any controlling private power."

Defying Age....discrimination

gratephil — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 13:17:26 GMT

As a member of the post-pension generation who will (contentedly, in my case...) work til the day we die, it is critical that small minds who discount the abilities of older workers and their skills and talents GET IT. Gently educated and voluntarily, would be preferred......... Anyway, Chris Karamesines made it into the quick 8 Top Fuel field with a run of 251 mph in the eighth mile.......from a standing start...at a major drag racing meet in San Antonio over the weekend. Karamesines is, I remind folks......turning 80 this year. .......and, I expect you have heard about "Mr. 100 at 100" by now......abclocal.go.com/kgo/story?section=news/local&id=6054160 - 52k

Silent Thunder

gratephil — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 12:42:07 GMT

I believe with all my heart that the "issues" discussed in the following override all.....all...others in this campaign. I also believe something....somewhere....will judge us "progressives" by our inattention... http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jeanine-molloff/the-sound-of-democrats-s_b_88046.html

I Sing The Body Electric

gratephil — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 12:53:54 GMT

I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul. Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves; 5 And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead? And if the body does not do as much as the Soul? And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul? 2 The love of the Body of man or woman balks account—the body itself balks account; That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect. 10 The expression of the face balks account; But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face; It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists; It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees—dress does not hide him; The strong, sweet, supple quality he has, strikes through the cotton and flannel; 15 To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more; You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side. The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards, The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up, and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water, The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats—the horseman in his saddle, 20 Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances, The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting, The female soothing a child—the farmer’s daughter in the garden or cow-yard, The young fellow hoeing corn—the sleigh-driver guiding his six horses through the crowd, The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown, after work, 25 The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance, The upper-hold and the under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes; The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps, The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert, The natural, perfect, varied attitudes—the bent head, the curv’d neck, and the counting; 30 Such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother’s breast with the little child, Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, and count. 3 I know a man, a common farmer—the father of five sons; And in them were the fathers of sons—and in them were the fathers of sons. This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person; 35 The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard, and the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes—the richness and breadth of his manners, These I used to go and visit him to see—he was wise also; He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old—his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome; They and his daughters loved him—all who saw him loved him; They did not love him by allowance—they loved him with personal love; 40 He drank water only—the blood show’d like scarlet through the clear-brown skin of his face; He was a frequent gunner and fisher—he sail’d his boat himself—he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner—he had fowling-pieces, presented to him by men that loved him; When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang. You would wish long and long to be with him—you would wish to sit by him in the boat, that you and he might touch each other. 4 I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, 45 To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea. There is something in staying close to men and women, and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well; 50 All things please the soul—but these please the soul well. 5 This is the female form; A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot; It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction! I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it; 55 Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, the atmosphere and the clouds, and what was expected of heaven or fear’d of hell, are now consumed; Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it—the response likewise ungovernable; Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands, all diffused—mine too diffused; Ebb stung by the flow, and flow stung by the ebb—love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching; Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice; 60 Bridegroom night of love, working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn; Undulating into the willing and yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day. This is the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, the man is born of woman; This is the bath of birth—this is the merge of small and large, and the outlet again. 65 Be not ashamed, women—your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest; You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul. The female contains all qualities, and tempers them—she is in her place, and moves with perfect balance; She is all things duly veil’d—she is both passive and active; She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters. 70 As I see my soul reflected in nature; As I see through a mist, one with inexpressible completeness and beauty, See the bent head, and arms folded over the breast—the female I see. 6 The male is not less the soul, nor more—he too is in his place; He too is all qualities—he is action and power; 75 The flush of the known universe is in him; Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well; The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost, become him well—pride is for him; The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul; Knowledge becomes him—he likes it always—he brings everything to the test of himself; 80 Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail, he strikes soundings at last only here; (Where else does he strike soundings, except here?) The man’s body is sacred, and the woman’s body is sacred; No matter who it is, it is sacred; Is it a slave? Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf? 85 Each belongs here or anywhere, just as much as the well-off—just as much as you; Each has his or her place in the procession. (All is a procession; The universe is a procession, with measured and beautiful motion.) Do you know so much yourself, that you call the slave or the dull-face ignorant? 90 Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight? Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float—and the soil is on the surface, and water runs, and vegetation sprouts, For you only, and not for him and her? 7 A man’s Body at auction; I help the auctioneer—the sloven does not half know his business. 95 Gentlemen, look on this wonder! Whatever the bids of the bidders, they cannot be high enough for it; For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years, without one animal or plant; For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily roll’d. In this head the all-baffling brain; 100 In it and below it, the makings of heroes. Examine these limbs, red, black, or white—they are so cunning in tendon and nerve; They shall be stript, that you may see them. Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition, Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant back-bone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs, 105 And wonders within there yet. Within there runs blood, The same old blood! The same red-running blood! There swells and jets a heart—there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations; 110 Do you think they are not there because they are not express’d in parlors and lecture-rooms? This is not only one man—this is the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns; In him the start of populous states and rich republics; Of him countless immortal lives, with countless embodiments and enjoyments. How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries? 115 Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace back through the centuries? 8 A woman’s Body at auction! She too is not only herself—she is the teeming mother of mothers; She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers. Have you ever loved the Body of a woman? 120 Have you ever loved the Body of a man? Your father—where is your father? Your mother—is she living? have you been much with her? and has she been much with you? —Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all, in all nations and times, all over the earth? If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred, 125 And the glory and sweet of a man, is the token of manhood untainted; And in man or woman, a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is beautiful as the most beautiful face. Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted her own live body? For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves. 9 O my Body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you; 130 I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the Soul, (and that they are the Soul;) I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems—and that they are poems, Man’s, woman’s, child’s, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems; Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears, Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eye-brows, and the waking or sleeping of the lids, 135 Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges, Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition, Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue, Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoulders, and the ample side-round of the chest. Upper-arm, arm-pit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones, 140 Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, fore-finger, finger-balls, finger-joints, finger-nails, Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side, Ribs, belly, back-bone, joints of the back-bone, Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round, man-balls, man-root, Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above, 145 Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under leg, Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel; All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body, or of any one’s body, male or female, The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean, The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame, 150 Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity, Womanhood, and all that is a woman—and the man that comes from woman, The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings, The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud, Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming, 155 Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening, The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes, The skin, the sun-burnt shade, freckles, hair, The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body, The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out, 160 The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees, The thin red jellies within you, or within me—the bones, and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say, these are not the parts and poems of the Body only, but of the Soul, O I say now these are the Soul! 165 -Walt Whitman

Unbought and Unbossed

gratephil — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 15:13:57 GMT

...........I am a little sad to realize so many earnest and activist young people have not even been alive in a era when we had leadership in this country which was not vetted and cleared prior to consumption by corporate media. Please realize t'was not always so.......and consider adding this to your viewing schedule http://www.pbs.org/pov/pov2005/chisholm/

Vonnegut

gratephil — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 20:15:22 GMT

.....wonderful article written by my all-time favorite author; published by In These Times magazine. I discovered both at age 16- and, thank the gods, have not been the same since..... http://www.inthesetimes.com/article/cold_turkey/

Maxim For The Times

gratephil — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 01:33:48 GMT

Inter arma silent leges..........

....culling and preening

gratephil — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 14:40:25 GMT

excerpted from a post of mine earlier today on, yes, a "recovery" board: Me...being the eye of the hurricane....loving my relationship with my HP more than...anything. I have boundaries..just have to. No shit on my personal phys. property. None. Text and email me all you want, but you and your pot aren't having more than a first cup of coffee in a public place with me. I will neither fuck nor do business with your drugs. I remember a time I could have sold a magazine article...and procured a PR gig if I'd shared a 'J' in Bakersfield. Nada. Not remotely worth my sobriety. (...and the prank I pulled on some newly-met professional collegues early the next sober A.M. made a better 'name' for myself as it turns out....yeah, my god!) I'm willing to be a fabulous asshole about this. Dump a pothead girlfriend and take her parents to see Chuck Berry the same night. IF my motives are genuine and 'right-living', then what you think of me is none of my business.

another perspective of 'survivalist' attitude.....

gratephil — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 13:53:28 GMT

"Mountain Firkekeeper" sent along this dandy summary about personal preparedness worth clipping and saving: Preparing for ??? (Survival for 6 months or more if present day supply and services are disrupted for whatever reason---human or natural event) First, if something bad happened that essential services were disrupted for 6 months, life the way it was, would not ever return. "Normal" would be redefined. Second, no matter how much supplies you had stockpiled in your castle guarded by a moat and attack dogs, even if you had the weapons and abilities of Rambo, the starving masses are going to get you someway or another if you try to stand alone or with your own immediate family. The first thing I would do (and am doing) is to develop a extended family/clan/neighborhood/village/tribe for mutual support and protection. Even if it means sharing all that you have MOST IMPORTANTLY your knowledge, with your tribe/village, you are creating a life support system far stronger than attempting to stand alone.

Insurgency....

gratephil — Wed, 26 Dec 2007 14:16:13 GMT

I am signaling you through the flames. The North Pole is not where it used to be. Manifest Destiny is no longer manifest. Civilization self-destructs. The goddess Nemesis is knocking at the door… What are poets for in such an age? What is the use of poetry? If you would be a poet, create works capable of answering the challenge of Apocalyptic times, even if this means sounding apocalyptic. You have to decide if bird cries are cries of ecstasy or cries of despair, by which you will know if you are a tragic or a lyric poet. Conceive of love beyond sex. Be subversive, constantly questioning reality and the status quo. Strive to change the world in such a way that there’s no further need to be a dissident. Read between the lives, and write between the lines. Be committed to something outside yourself. Be passionate about it. But don’t destroy the world, unless you have something better to replace it. If you would snatch fame from the flames, where is your burning bow, where are your arrows of desire, where your wit on fire? The master class starts wars. The lower classes fight it. Governments lie. The voice of the government is often not the voice of the people. Speak up, act out! Silence is complicity. Be the gadfly of the state and also its firefly. And if you have two loaves of bread, do as the Greeks did: sell one with the coin of the realm, and with the coin of the realm buy sunflowers. Wake up! The world’s on fire! Have a nice day! -L. Ferlinghetti

...spin and spin....

gratephil — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 20:25:23 GMT

Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour, Rains from the sky a meteoric shower Of facts....They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill Is daily spun, but there exists no loom To weave it into fabric.. Edna St. Vincent Millay "Huntsman, What Quarry"

Season's Cretins

gratephil — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 05:19:25 GMT

God rest ye merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay. Remember Bush is goosestepping Across the USA, To kill the rights of all mankind, And get you extra pay. Oh, Republicrats for havoc and coin, Havoc and coin, Oh, Republicrats for havoc and coin. -from the Populist Party page....

"....one way or another...this darkness has got to give"- R. Hunter

gratephil — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 14:04:08 GMT

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/oped/bal-op.thoughtpolice19nov19,0,2384977.story

The sole known White Humpback Whale....

gratephil — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 03:47:48 GMT

....is free and fancied by our So. Hemisphere neighbors--who are rightly concerned about the impending Japanese Whaling Fleet and the plight of this special 45 foot creature. While deeply concerned about this sea mammel, I am also girding my loins against opportunists who would see this as an opportunity to slur and degrade the Nippon people. Thanks to Gabriela for the heads-up.

Everything must change....nothing stays the same....

gratephil — Wed, 14 Nov 2007 14:16:54 GMT

"Let me get something straight here. We find ourselves in the midst of a major financial meltdown, because of what? Because the Banksters created a lot of money out of thin air, in the form of debt and gave this "air created" money (as a loan) to borrowers to purchase an inflatedly priced home. The banksters then wrote this debt, that was created from nothing, into a ledger and called it a bank asset--yet it's still represents money that was created out of thin air. The banksters then bundled these "out of thin air" created "assets" together with other similarly created "assets" and gave these bundled assets some fancy names, such as "High Grade Structured Credit Enhanced Leverage Fund" so they could be sold to others. Now, the people that received the original money are having difficulty meeting the strict payback requirements of their air created loans because buried within the loan's contracts are clauses that allow for the Banksters to increase the interest at times on this debt that started out as nothing more than air. And, since many of the people are walking away from this money the banksters created that was given to them as debt, the banksters, and those that bought these fancy named, bundled "assets" that were created out of thin air are crying. Why are they crying? Because they are finding their "assets," that were created out of thin air are worth as much as... um... air. So, this real estate balloon was inflated by air (created money). Everyone knows what happens when too much air is put into a balloon. The air eventually releases very rapidly with a popping sound. Doesn't the same thing happen when air is used to create a housing balloon? --from a reader at Urban Survival...whose ed. invited us to 'clip and save' for future reference....

Welcome, Friends.....

gratephil — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 17:36:17 GMT

What time is it, boys and girls? It's time for the Dark Ages! Your nightmares and traumas can make you rich and famous Commericals can teach you all that you need to know Kiss my flag Don't look back The past is gaining on us Read my lips Watch my hips These are the Dark Ages George Orwell's dream came true But no one realizes It crushed us so nicely with so much wit and style Entertainment might as well be just like a rocket launcher Too bad it's in the hands of the enemy Nobody believes me And so I know that I'm right Charisma addiction gives me a deja vu Is this like Germany in the 1930s? Do we have to live through the apocalypse again? Might be the dark ages But we're so happy Happy to be today You never know when you might have to fave the censor So I don't pretend to want to make too much sense Revolution on TV in far-off distant countries Too bad it's just another mini-series here Nobody believes me And so I know that I'm right Charisma hangover has got to wear off soon Could this be like Eastern Europe in the 1990s? Will we ever get a chance to have perestroika here? These are the Dark Ages But we're so happy Happy to be here today Might be the Dark Ages But we're so happy Happy to be here with you -Paul Kantner

...space station construction continues on schedule.....

gratephil — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 17:18:20 GMT

WHERE DO YOU GO FROM HERE CHAOS OR COMMUNITY CAN'T YOU SEE - ON THIS AND FUTURE SUNDAYS 7000 Gypsies swirlin together Offering to the sun in the name of the weather Gonna Hijack - HIJACK THE STARSHIP -Paul Kantner

Artificial Constraints

gratephil — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 05:08:38 GMT

"Anyone who believes exponential growth can go on forever in a finite world is either a madman or an economist." Kenneth Boulding, economist

Surveying For Justice

gratephil — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 17:16:04 GMT

....hanging on Hilltop the past few weeks, it's nice to somewhat recant my earlier entry; not-so-much freaks as activists---in this case Jobs For Justice..in coalition with local Catholic Worker anarchists are facing down developers in an attempt to draw the line. "Bix" and his household are asking the question loudly enough to make Tacoma listen: Why does improving Tacoma have to mean pushing the poor people out? I know.....all other cities on the west coast....nee most of this western world have lost this fight. Just for today, I refuse to capitulate.... I hate corporatist tech. Villages and large households with tools and great minds can re-invent on a bogglin' scale. My Seattle 'hood (which bordered the gated community Gates grew up in....) swam with minds that could do this http://www.gizmag.com/go/8151/ If one thinks like a real Kansai nipponese extended family, the possibilites are only limited by parts inventory. Adapted....with effficient fuel source.....local fuel....I'm seein' guitar amps---hee!