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21st Century

perceptions formed from

diodes’ highly defined light

infinite arrays shrunk thin, thinner

How did we get here? What's next?

Mon, 16 Jan 2012 22:01:36 EST

The plutocrats have by now sucked the air out of the Amerikan economy.

Will the dying(†) embers reignite, and what colours the flame?

(†) The author wishes to acknowledge the suggestion contributed by the ashwhole screen-named SchteemeyCaca

Write like Kerouac...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 10:20:14 EDT

...and I really dig that recliner, but it's damn near impossible to build motivation enough to get up out of it, to the extent that I'm in it all afternoon, even into the evening on some days, having first stocked up on plenty of Scotch with a pile of fresh Depends neatly stacked on the side, next to the draw string garbage bag, a strategy I learned the long, hard, dirty way...and, you know, checking out the channel guide, and picking the least obnoxious game of the moment, setting the Dolby receiver and the little infrared receiver that takes orders from the tiny remote I plug into my iPod with its 14 gigs of all my favorite music, because I know for sure that after eleven minutes (tops) of listening to the game commentators that sound like braying donkeys, but not as smart, or the infinite commercials yacking about trucks with "hemis", whatever the phluck hemis are, that I'll switch my ears over to Schubert's Death and the Maiden or some good old Savoy Brown (probably I can't get Next to You , if I know me, which I certainly do)... and I remember once, and this was in the early days before I had the system worked out to perfection, when I had to get up off the recliner and adjust the angle of the HiDef monitor, and wasn't that a humiliating pi ss off, making me feel like an inferior fool, but, in reality it served it's purpose allowing me to go out to the kitchen for that ziplock with the nearly whole, left--over roasted chicken and a roll of paper towels, and certainly making for some real belly laughs later when I drunkenly hefted garbage bag full of messed Depends mixed with chicken bones and greasy paper towels, and threw it into the garbage can, under the amazing light of an old time full moon, outside...I was outside in the relative wilderness of my back yard, a freaky feeling, and don't think that I didn't thank god for the glaring halogens in my motion detector, security floodlights, or I'd have been out there in the dark, surrounded by all this natural shi t, like who really knows?...maybe moths, insects, tiny little mammals like voles, you know...

Southern cuisine

Sat, 17 Jul 2010 23:39:56 EDT

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/8627335.stm

An Australian publisher has had to pulp and reprint a cook-book after one recipe listed "salt and freshly ground black people" instead of black pepper. Anyone know where you can get a people grinder? My wood chipper is way too noisey for dining.

Atheists are lightweight punks.

Sat, 07 Jan 2012 14:31:22 EST

Atheists don't believe in any form of god. Yet they believe that their football team, their neighborhood, their families and all their other delusions are real.

I don't believe that anything is real, meaning that nothing whatever exists outside of my mind's eye (my personal perceptions), especially you.

Do not think that because I seem to have deliberately and precisely arranged the pixels on my monitor to form these "words", that I believe that my monitor actually exists, because I'm sure that it doesn't. This in no way bothers me.

I'll also arrange some other pixels for the edification of you "others": http://www.davidhume.org/

Hurry up science

Sun, 18 Jul 2010 11:14:39 EDT

In time Science will likely reveal that...

...but nobody hold their breath.

For example, the last greatest thing was the Human Genome Project. Government and private labs all over were determining the sequence of the nitrogenous bases in bits and pieces of human DNA. Then they compared the sequence of their piece of DNA with sequences of others' pieces, found overlaps and, thereby, merged the sequences so as to learn bigger and bigger stretches. That process required the formation of The Internet. By now, they know the entire sequence of all the DNA in humans.

This was tauted to launch a New Medicine that could "cure" human pathologies by the thousands.

The personal cost of our present economic slump

Mon, 02 Aug 2010 11:45:14 EDT

This article captures what JudgementDay foresaw and said now almost two years ago:

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/201003/jobless-america-future

It's a long article, and no fun whatever to read. Pour yourself a stiff drink...

I think whatever truth there is in the ideas is clearly evident just by reading the comments on these boards.

Where did that gene come from?

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 14:12:41 EDT

The following report provides evidence that viruses enslaved by ancient animals permitted mammals to evolve. That's us. Viruses are our friends. A gene we borrowed from them is essential for placentas to form properly, and, therefore, for us to successfully make babies.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/12/science/12paleo.html?pagewanted=1

What's your favorite virus anecdote?

Turkey gravy makes turkey edible.

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 11:35:13 EST

Today (Thanksgiving Eve) I'll make the stock which will become a great gravy.

I'll barely cover the wings, neck, and giblets with water in a small stock pot. Bring the pot to a boil, skim off the floating, tan crud. Then add a quartered onion, the tops from a bunch of celery, the stems from a bunch of parsley, a carrot, the stems from a quart of mushrooms (the mushroom tops go into the stuffing), a clove of garlic and some salt and a lot of peppercorns. Then simmer for about two hours and allow to cool (enough to handle). Strain through a colander and then store in the frig. I'll save the neck meat and giblets for the stuffing. Next morning, skim off any fat from the top, and reduce to ~3 cups, by boiling. The stock will be golden.

Alicia de Larrocha, RIP

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 23:50:24 EDT

One less genius. Just what we needed.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/26/arts/music/26larrocha.html?_r=1&hp bio

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpJAkFgU14A plaing Albeniz

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuqV3cYDn5k playing Mozart concerto

American Devolution

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 14:10:11 EDT

The worldwide economic contraction is at hand, as first predicted on these boards (as far as I can ascertain) by JudgementDay in August-September 2008. In the past ca. 18 months, more than 4.5 million jobs have been lost in America. Within the next year, that number will roughly double. That means that about one out of five workers will be idle or severely underemployed. That level probably will be the broad, low plateau of the downturn. This American debacle is dragging the rest of the world down with it, as America is the "world's market". See, for instance, that Caterpillar is laying off thousands, because their heavy equipment is no longer selling to the contracting Chinese market.

So roughly one out of every five American families will be in fairly desperate financial straights, and extremely vulnerable. On the other hand, the agenda perpetrated by the conservative overlords during the Bush Administration has esentially bankrupted the Federal Government, and created a small class of plutocrats holding vast, private economic resources.

I wish I had written that...

Mon, 12 Jan 2009 9:05:00 EST

Here's a nice chunk of writing:

"The other residents must have gone down to the basement shelters (unless they too were to weak from hunger, or too old to care), leaving behind this stray genius to play in the darkness, impudent and precise, showing off with thundering fortissimos immediately followed by fragile little pianissimos, as if he were having an argument with himself, the bullying husband and the meek wife all at once.

Music was an important part of my childhood, on the radio and in concert halls. My parents were fanatic in their passion; we were a family with no talent for playing but great pride in our listening. I could identify any of Chopin's 27 etudes after hearing a few bars; I knew all of Mahler...But the music we heard that night I have never heard before and have never heard since. The notes were muffled by window glass and distance and the unending wind, but the power came through. It was music for wartime.

The Bills: The existentialists' football team.

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 10:34:13 EST

The Bills have provided me the perfect metaphor for the human experience:

Always at the appropriate time they have represented:

-the idealism and hope of superficial youth

-the tenacious, futile attempt to create a deep meaning out of non-sense

The top 10 experiences of my life:

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 13:12:09 EDT

Give up the top ten most memorable experiences of your life, if you've got that many. Start with one at a time. Try to save a few for the "end" times.