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Post by neil on Dec 31, 2017 11:31:41 GMT -5
The Dust Blows Forward And The Dust Blows Back DON VLIET January 15, 1941 – December 17, 2010 There’s ole Gray with ‘er dove-winged hat Threre’s ole Green with her sewing machine Where’s the bobbin at? Tote’n old grain in uh printed sack The dust blows forward ‘n dust blows back And the wind blows black thru the sky And the smokestack blows up in suns eye What am I gonna die? Uh white flake riverboat just flew by Bubbles popped big ‘n uh lipstick Kleenex hung on uh pointed forked twig Reminds of the bobby girls Never was my hobby girls Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin’ Cork bobbin’ like uh hot red bulb ‘n uh blue jay squeaks His beak open an inch above uh creek Gone fishin’ for a week Well I put down my bush ‘n I took of my pants ‘n felt free The breeze blowin’ up me ‘n up the canyon Far as I could see It’s night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion It’s black now ‘n the blackbird’s feedin’ on rice ‘n his red wings look diamonds ‘n lice I can hear the mice toes scamperin’ Gophers rumblin’ in pile crater rock hole One red bean stuck in the bottom of uh tin bowl Hot coffee from uh krimpt up can Me ‘n my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam (1969) www.beefheart.com/the-dust-blows-forward-and-the-dust-blows-back/yeah, so i'm 12 1/2 hours early, what about it? |
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Post by neil on Jan 4, 2018 8:26:37 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Jan 4, 2018 8:30:53 GMT -5
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BARADA
NIKTO
  font color="777a7e"font color="263b53"font color="f80a26"uh, is there, like something wrong with just "red"?
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Post by neil on Jan 15, 2018 9:27:03 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Jan 15, 2018 9:29:46 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Jan 31, 2018 9:09:18 GMT -5
sum stuff i scraped offa sumwhere else :
My Dawg!
Finished reading an article in that leftie rag NEW REPUBLIC about the pervasive Boy's Club atmosphere in investigative journalism. Then I thought, "Hey! 'Boy's Club' would certainly apply to this here forum place. Bummer. Did we scare all the wimmin away? I realize that Sarah does not have the constitutional makeup of a commentator. JulesKD does, but she has better things to do with her time. And besides, good grief, she is more aggressive than most guys I know; but that's what happens to a woman when she becomes a MOTHER. So that leaves us, this diminished band of Y chromosome movie nerds trying to think of reasons why someone looking in upon us would not automatically assume it was just another circle jerk club. Gee, that's a downer. Now that I've ruined your day, too, I can feel complete. ||| j/k ||| How is life on the Great Northern Movie Dispensation Circuit? I would assume that the normal frigid weather would motivate peeps to go see a movie to avoid cabin fever and other major causes of chainsaw massacres*. Unfortunately, of course, the current blizzard conditions across much of the country would motivate many peeps to stay home and work from their smart phones. What's a mother to do? Right, more coffee.
Every best wish, my hearty young friend,
Neil in the (relatively) warm and (mostly) sunny South.
*which leads me to realize how bogus THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE really is. I mean, c'mon, everybody knows that the only thing capable of creating an atmosphere of cannibalistic homicidal lunacy is blizzard conditions lasting at least 3 months, and that just doesn't happen in Tay-Hoss. Probably a marketing decision anyway. THE MICHIGAN CHAINSAW MASSACRE doesn't have quite the same Je Ne Sais Quoi.
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Like every false equivalence, the half glass paradox depends for effect upon the combined gullibility and pride of the victim.
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Post by neil on Jan 31, 2018 9:14:03 GMT -5
letter to my local newspaper reader's opinion thread which unexplainably survived :
On April 11, 1951, President Harry S. Truman relieved General Douglas MacArthur of command of United States forces fighting the Korean war due to egregious overreach and intractable insubordination. Despite this stinging rebuke, General MacArthur's return to the United States was marked by widespread celebration of the renowned military hero. On April 19, 1951, General MacArthur addressed his farewell speech to a joint session of Congress. Historian David Halberstam described the speech as " ... formidable, powerful, theatrical, manipulative, and wonderfully selective with the record." Halberstam goes on to note, in his 1993 book "The Fifties", that "The response seemed to divide along party lines. Representative Dewey Short, a Missouri Republican, said afterward, "We saw a great hunk of God in the flesh, and we heard the voice of God." To former president Herbert Hoover, MacArthur was "the reincarnation of Saint Paul into a great General of the Army who came out of the East." Truman, typically, was blunter : "It was nothing but bunch of damn bullshit."" Tonight, during President Donald J. Trump's State of the Union Address, history may repeat itself. If it does, it will do so from a rich trove of precedent.
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Post by neil on Mar 17, 2018 8:44:54 GMT -5
racheltaylorbrown.bandcamp.com/track/stagg-field"On December 2, 1942 about forty people watched Enrico Fermi and his team set off the first nuclear chain reaction at Chicago Pile-1 in a racquets court under the west stands of the abandoned stadium at Stagg Field." - Wikipedia lyrics tritium, iridium elements that make a bomb he's taking his lithium and turning the reactor on only a brainiac would know what to do with this open a maniac and you can see on and on and on forever heavy uranium under radiated grass feed the geranium and walk your unprotected ass to the gymnasium next to the football field dig a little hole and then you can see on and on and on forever little sick guinea pig losing lunch, losing hair in a wig, guinea pig nothing growing under there only a brainiac would know what to do with this open a maniac and you can see on and on and on forever credits from Half Hours With the Lower Creatures, released June 1, 2008 rachel--piano, singing, hollering, assorted things jeff--candy dish assault, robot sounds, his thigh, etc. chris robley--guitar john stewart--drums arthur parker--bass leigh marble--garbage can benny morrison--sax ©Rachel Taylor Brown 2008 - all rights reserved
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Post by upfromsumdirt on Mar 21, 2018 19:54:09 GMT -5
hermit man... if we still gave awards youd have several of them.
"the steadfast award for the 22st century goes tooooooo...."
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Post by neil on Apr 8, 2018 21:12:06 GMT -5
is it too late to claim my man card recertification exemption?
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Post by neil on May 28, 2018 6:12:05 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Jul 22, 2018 7:39:06 GMT -5
still here
because i never went away
never faded into the wallpaper
never took a powder
never forgot my keys
never bent over for the soap
never borrowed when i should have given
never stole never lied never killed always bled
make fun and i won't cry in public
show up at the bus station
with a dog eared copy
of prescriptions
for the present age
better than me have haunted these halls
better by twice and a half and more
they are out spreading their aroma
i come back every once in a while
to make sure the furniture
don't get stolen
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Post by neil on Jul 27, 2018 8:47:31 GMT -5
United States History : To The Pain
The following are my conclusions. Some can be corroborated by contemporary sources, many cannot.
The "founding fathers" did not create the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution as legal foundations for a new kind of human utopia. They specifically knew that the nation that they established was one more European nation, not a precedent setting example to the world. The idealistic wording of these first documents cannot now be taken literally, as at the time of their writing "human/person/ et. al." meant white European by fact and by default. The "founding fathers" were constitutionally unable to conceive of, much less pursue, a course whose objective was the equal treatment of all persons. Such an ideal would have seemed to them absurd on its face and untenable by every social and political metric. Abraham Lincoln knew this. Lincoln knew that the first documents established an unalterable framework for cataclysm. What Lincoln knew was that the first documents established a supposedly irresistible force of civil uprightness, while leaving firmly in place an immovable object : slavery. Lincoln knew that the collision of these two ingredients was as inevitable as dawn and that he might as well be the one to get it over with, if that were even possible. Lincoln knew that to lead the nation, which at the time meant the predominantly Republican and industrial northern states, in unflinching resistance to the secession of the largely Democratic and agrarian southern states would eventuate a civil war which would most likely make the previous European civil wars look like so many auditions. He knew that the nation which emerged from such a pyrrhic victory, if there was a victory leaving one nation, would in its totality be weaker than either the North or the South before the civil war; and that it would leave for future generations a legacy of chaos and suffering which even centuries would not assuage. I believe that Lincoln knew this emphatically. I also doubt seriously that he ever spoke or wrote of this conviction to any person. To air such a conviction would clearly cost him every shred of support which his astonishing efforts had amassed. Abraham Lincoln set the house on fire to save the family. Lincoln is the first American president. His predecessors were a hodgepodge of posers, dreamers, and most often opportunists. The legacy of the "founding fathers" is one of arrogance, shortsightedness, and ignorance. Every word ever spoken or sung in praise of America The Great and Free is a travesty. America has never been great and it certainly has never approached the prize of egalitarianism. Read my lips : ne-ver. Each modern American citizen has a choice of paths. One is soft and easy, fragrant with bouquets of historical chimeras; the other is hard, unsparing, and offers no promises.
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Post by neil on Jul 27, 2018 12:38:32 GMT -5
rock 'n' roll is just the blues without the dues
Today's JumpBack Epigram
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Post by neil on Jul 27, 2018 12:40:45 GMT -5
i love you whoever you are. fact.
don't be shy now.
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Post by neil on Jul 28, 2018 10:07:13 GMT -5
Today's Daily Epigram of the Day :
"It ain't a nostrum if you really got some."
jump.back.'n.you.won't.get.singed
to be honest, i am slap eat up with dumb ass
and
that's a fact
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Post by neil on Jul 28, 2018 10:13:57 GMT -5
title without a body :
SEA ANCHOR
challenges :
1 - employ "ziggurat"
2 - employ "Grand Guignol"
3 - employ "zingiberaceous" (pertaining to ginger)
4 - none of the above
5 - be worth squat
6 - metaphors spun from "Bobby Socksers"
7 - internal staccato tempo / alliteration / enjambment / threnody - all out the wazoo
Work In Progress
until
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Post by neil on Jul 28, 2018 10:29:10 GMT -5
opportunists are always outsiders
it's like saying cows are quadrupeds
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Post by neil on Sept 1, 2018 9:31:25 GMT -5
BUSDRIVER Imaginary Places I'm just here to hold your hand when you die And to show you around imaginary places Put money lumps in my bloody stump And I will have a smile that's a perfect circle Die in your sleep with the sky at your feet I'll shoot you when you're happy, on the day that you will find peace How do you do? I don't know I'm okay Every person I know is a secret service agent Because I've been accused of lewd conduct Stole the heart of a prude prom slut And they got the warrant for my arrest to put me in The loony bin, the funny farm, cause of what I did But I'm just here to hold your hand when you die There is not a single person who can do it better No needle skippin in my ecosystem But in the audience may be an evil Christian HMO how I hate him so But they charge me for a halo But I'm on a scavenger hunt for a lavender chunk Of the sky, maybe I'll replace it with a mud-pie I play dead songs on the silk screen Buy my shirt it is a killed dream It is known to lead the way to the stairwell To God's administrative office and a final farewell I'm just here to hold your hand when you die And to give your assault rifle a banana clip Glow in the dark when I stroll in the park Givin everybody informative pamphlets! No sign of life for as far as I can see Everybody's just charred meat up in the car seat Eat shit and die to the secret spy Cause I have a funny feeling that I'm being watched 24-hour surveillance Money or power are ailments But I send the medical supplies and the shipping And the handling is way too much, cause I'm from the Afterlife I'm just here to hold your hand when you die It's like I put a cough drop right upon your soft spot Make Martian clothes out of your garden hose Turn into a deadly gas blown through the air duct She's not in love but I thought that she was She doesn't love me because I don't have the right haircut I misunderstood I should fix under the hood But I will not apologize for anything that I've said My name is Mr. Busdriver, this is the producer Paris We are not embarrassed to admit that we will perish in A pit of our own imaginary PLACE! Kids...if you want to piss off your parents... Show interest in the arts... Kids...if you, REALLY want to piss off your parents... Buy real estate in an Imaginary Place...oh yes... Okay, okay, alright! Yea...now...move! [D-Styles cuts and scratches] Guess I gotta do my shout outs now... (Peace to...) I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Paris and Daddy Kev, they'll also be there too I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Unless the people of Mexican descent will help you I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Freestyle Fellowship and Abstract Rude will help you I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Chillin' Villain Empire and Hip Hop Kclan too I'm just here to hold your hand to die... I'm just here to hold your hand when you.. Just here to hold your hand...when you die...  |
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Post by neil on Sept 10, 2018 4:40:50 GMT -5
dying fireflies in the burn unit
(killer title - now all i have to do is write the rest ...)
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Post by neil on Sept 16, 2018 5:36:53 GMT -5
some things just speak for themselves (especially if you're an ex machinist) :  |
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Post by neil on Sept 18, 2018 9:24:07 GMT -5
one year ago i had three sons.
now i have one daughter and two sons.
most interesting -
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Post by neil on Sept 19, 2018 13:22:15 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Sept 19, 2018 13:34:21 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Sept 19, 2018 14:00:53 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Sept 19, 2018 14:07:00 GMT -5
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Post by neil on Oct 5, 2018 18:00:21 GMT -5
IN THE UNITED STATES, 96 PEOPLE GET SHOT AND KILLED EVERY DAY.
1 EVERY 15 MINUTES.
DURING EVERY 1 HOUR ROM/COM WE/YOU/US-US WATCH ON MAJOR NETWORK TELEVISION 4 PEOPLE ARE SHOT AND KILLED.
DURING EVERY 2 1/2 HOUR NFL GAME 10 PEOPLE ARE SHOT AND KILLED.
... oops, there goes another one.
probably armed.
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Post by neil on Oct 10, 2018 19:39:37 GMT -5
There is a form of carbon called C₆₀ or Fullerene. This stuff is weird with a beard. Named after world famous weirdo R. Buckminster Fuller (dead since 1983, so he's plenty smart), Fullerene is actually a sub-molecular engineering material. Buckyballs are the simplest form of C₆₀ . They "look" like a soccer ball and "theoretically" have what is happily referred to as "quasi-zero-dimensionality." Which pretty much means that nobody is home, but the lights are on. By 2004, C₆₀ had been shaped into tubes called buckytubes which managed to squeeze out one dimension. C₆₀ sheet can up the ante to 2 full dimensions, just like a geometric plane. In the last few years the whack-jobs, I mean scientists, were able to cause a buckytube to rotate. Now they are able to make a buckytube roll. Needless to say, something with only two dimensions is several orders of magnitude smaller than a molecule, for crying out loud. A recent paper in Science (the BIG peer reviewed journal everybody wants to publish in) delved into the feasibility of a nanocar : two rolling buckytubes with a platform of C₆₀ sheet that can carry stuff from A to B, as long as the stuff doesn't really weigh anything or take up any real space. Now you know and I know that the information giants are in this up to their elbows looking for ways to develop nanoswitching for digital information creation and transmission that will make molecular switching (already theoretically ridiculously faster than electrical switching) look like a beet truck with a busted universal. For instance, (just blue skying here) if you get one buckytube rotating inside another buckytube how many opportunities for switching might that produce? Probably enough to put the company that gets it to market first the top dog and everybody else throwing themselves out of windows. The future seems to be riding on a knife edge that gets sharper every day. Trazy.
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Post by neil on Nov 9, 2018 10:39:30 GMT -5
i may start the Signs of Life in 2019 thread early ... why not, a year is arbitrary. nothing happens between December 31 and January 1 that does not happen between any other two sequential days.
human senses are analog. human vision is analog. human vision is not digital. good luck telling that is anyone.
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Post by neil on Nov 9, 2018 10:46:04 GMT -5
coffee is good for you.
i read somewhere that the neuropharmacologic action of caffeine is not as a stimulant; that instead it blocks receptors that would pass on the awareness of fatigue. i suspect that this is wishful thinking.
i suspect that those or (the person) propagating this view have an agenda other than objectivity or altruism.
while i suspect certain this i know that i am fallible.
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