Saturday, March 31, 2012

Music never stops

“There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone”
            Ripple by the Grateful Dead
The head of network services where I used to work had calendars from the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s covering his wall with well over a thousand dates circled in red. Each one represented a Grateful Dead concert he had attended. On occasion, I would catch him leaning back and staring at them all glassy-eyed. He’d ask me to pick a date, any date ..and he could tell me not only what city they played, but how he managed to get there, who he was with and what songs the band played that night. You can verify the playlists online. We’re looking at a period of time spanning 3 decades. I have a hard time remembering what movie I saw at the theater last week.

i never dreamed

advice to newlyweds


"What do you think matters most in marriage?"


"A short memory."

Little boxes

Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky. Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one. And they’re all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
Thoughts and impressions are arriving in packages that are way too small today. I need a bigger picture. I put on my Merrells and find the shortest path up to Franceschi. I start on residential streets because the canyon would be too tortuous today. I pass by stately homes and funky California cottages. I concentrate on loosening the suspension joints in my hips ..and experience a more cushiony ride. The street gives way to a woodsy trail bordered by pine, oak and eucalyptus. Feels spongy. I reach the top of Franceschi where I get a panoramic view of the coast ..from Rincon to Gaviota ..then out to sea where white clouds are beginning to roll over the tops of the islands. South of me the fog has already breached the coastline and filled Sycamore Canyon. I inhale .. like a wave crashing ..and exhale .. washing away the debris. No quarrels or nagging doubts here. Like water seeking it’s own level ..I listen to the narrative in my head expand to fill the space available ..both inside and out. Calm and undisturbed. I throw the packaging material over the edge and watch it sail away.

Little Boxes by losttimeblues

Friday, March 30, 2012

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Nascent Scream

There is a nascent scream
forming in my throat
its origin runs deep
within the labrynth of
my psyche,
embedded in the fabric of
my persona,
beneath the scaffolding that
supports the beating of my heart
intermingled with my breath.

I’ve endured for far too long
the pathetic nature of the
human condition,
the endless stream of senseless violence
that circumnavigates the globe,
pointless murders based on
an infrastructure of crazed logic
embellished with religious beliefs
that tolerate no answer except the
ridiculous ones purported to come out of
the mouth of psychotic deities,
untimely deaths of men, women children,
victims of ludicrous struggles for power
wrought by nations that seek nothing but plunder
disguised as self-righterousness.

I’ve lived through too many wars,
too numerous to detail,
too horrid to contemplate,
too stupid to be believable,
wars that have grinded bodies
to dust,
buried alive thousands too
weak to resist,
wars that have wasted entire cities,
turned civilization to rubble,
sent mothers and their children
to screaming deaths,
wars that sacrificed reason and intellect
to the desire for oblivion and ruin,
wars that have murdered hope and
offered free license to despair,
wars that thwart human progress and
consign many to an early grave,
wars that unwind the clock of the future,
launching history into the
darkness of the dreaded past.

I’ve grown weary of the
endless streams of nonsense that
fill the bandwidth of the present with
tidal waves of petty thoughts and
nearly useless information.

I’ve come to tire of the
misuse of language,
vocal chords no longer the
gateways to our minds,
words strung together haphazardly in
nonsensical arrays,
communication no longer a tool for
exploration of self and other,
all has become insufferable vanity.

There is this nascent scream
lodged within the signature of my
innermost self,
brief sojourn of life so delicate and
turned into a shadow play
filled with circus and
steeped in illusion.

Reality has become sidelined,
the trumpets sound,
the noise deafening,
humanity herded into
a vast and perplexing hall of mirrors
where all protest is muted and
within the blazing lights of a
multitude of artificial suns,
what is essentially black and dismal
seems somehow golden,
young and agile children
armed with baskets
filled with a bounty of ornaments
disperse wondrous arrays of color
without substance,
fill the domed enclosure
shrouded from the incessant darkness
with idle and cheerful songs.

Dread has become enshrouded by apathy,
fear by pitiful amusement,
architects of the future
have crafted a world
impossible for humanity to endure.

This nascent scream
nesting within my belly
is an incipient cry of anguish
over all the needless suffering
carried by so many for
no acceptable reason,
for all the mindless insanity.

Mary Jane

Anti anxiety

The complaint I most frequently hear from former pot smokers of my generation (those who came-of-age during the 60’s and 70’s) that smoking marijuana makes them feel nervous. Some describe it as so intense, it borders on paranoia. Consequently they quit and never came back. In the day, little was known about cultivating for the psychoactive effects of marijuana.

The times they are a’ changing. A new breed of cultivator has revolutionized the field. They can grow sophisticated varietals with a range of psychoactive properties. “The THC component is the same is the mixture of other elements that play a vital role in changing the psychoactive effect.” Two decades ago, most marijuana smokers bought whatever their dealer had. It was illegal even for research purposes. Consequently nothing was known about marijuana other than its THC content.

One of these newly found elements is a compound called Cannabidoil or CBD. It’s responsible for the calming and pain relieving effects found in medicinal marijuana. Takes the buzz off THC so to speak. CBD is also helpful in treating a range of problems, including arthritis, the side effects of chemotherapy, asthma, sleep disorders and post-traumatic stress disorder [ link ]. CBD is measured in grams. Your local dispensary should carry varieties containing different amounts of CBD .. 0.35 grams being considered ‘good’.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

what's your message ?

This is the back of my Ford F-150 pickup...

and this is my message to the world...

What's your message?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Sunday, March 25, 2012

the art of peace

The Art of Peace is medicine for a sick world. There is evil and disorder in the world because people have forgotten that all things emanate from one source. Return to that source and leave behind all self-centered thoughts, petty desires, and anger. Those who are possessed by nothing possess everything.

"The Way of the Warrior has been misunderstood. It is not a means to kill and destroy others. Those who seek to compete and better one another are making a terrible mistake. To smash, injure, or destroy is the worst thing a human being can do. The real Way of a Warrior is to prevent such slaughter - it is the Art of Peace, the power of love." Morihei Ueshiba.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

THE Garrett Cook?: Bizarro by the Gallon

THE Garrett Cook?: Bizarro by the Gallon:

'via Blog this'

Trayvon Martin

On his way from a convenience store with an ice tea and a bag of skittles, Trayvon Martin was headed to his fathers girlfriends apartment when George Zimmerman followed and questioned Trayvon, what happened next was an example of suspicion, fear and racism followed by the killing of Trayvon Martin, a 17 year old kid. (read more)

Friday, March 23, 2012

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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

god and evil-lution


you've all been wondering...

so here's the answer...

...God created evolution...

everybody happy now?

take me to your leader


Your face
In the morning
Lined by nothing but the sun
and that stubble that says "I worked for this
this life I have for you."

Your eyes
Glinting like a river in the fall
Golden and deep
Promising a rich tomorrow
full of giggles and magical fingertips

Your heartbeat
Beneath chest plated with iron and love
Makes mine swell

And my eyes
Become an ocean
and the moon
is our purpose.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

15 years ago today: The Phoenix Lights

second class citizen

"The Female Eunuch"

Germaine Greer argues that scaring women is

"big business and hugely profitable."

It is fear, she wrote, that "makes women comply

with schemes and policies that work against their interest".

Sexism is indeed creating a second class citizen,

and fear works equally well on men,

don't be a slave to either.

(art by John Holmes)

Monday, March 12, 2012

Return Of Godzilla: Japan's Nuclear Meltdown

Godzilla (ゴジラ, Gojira?) is a daikaijū, a Japanese movie monster, first appearing in Ishirō Honda's 1954 film Godzilla. With the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki still fresh in the Japanese consciousness, Godzilla was conceived as a monster created by nuclear detonations and a metaphor for nuclear weapons in general.

Although his origins vary somewhat from film to film, he is always described as a prehistoric creature, who first appeared and attacked Japan at the beginning of the Atomic Age. In particular, mutation due to atomic radiation is presented as an explanation for his size and powers. The most notable of Godzilla's resulting abilities is his atomic breath: a powerful heat ray of fire from his mouth.

Godzilla is one of the most recognizable symbols of Japanese popular culture worldwide and remains an important facet of Japanese films, embodying the kaiju subset of the tokusatsu genre. He has been considered a filmographic metaphor for the United States, as well as an allegory of nuclear weapons in general. The earlier Godzilla films, especially the original, portrayed Godzilla as a frightening, nuclear monster. Godzilla represented the fears that many Japanese held about the nuclear attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and the possibility of recurrence. (read more)

(godzilla trailer) (nuclear boy)

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Three Lessons of Fukushima, One Year Later

As we approach on March 11 the one-year anniversary of the Fukushima nuclear disaster, it’s a good time to take heed of the lessons from that tragic event.

Lesson one: Governments lie.

Three Lessons of Fukushima, One Year Later | The Progressive

whats up: RC's NUCLEAR BLOG

International Woman's Day

"Venus disarming Cupid"

François Boucher


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

remember your dreams

ashes and snow


The Sumerian Inanna/Ishtar, praising her "honey-man"

He has sprouted; he has burgeoned;
He is lettuce planted by the water.
He is the one my womb loves best.
My well-stocked garden of the plain,
My barley growing high in its furrow,
My apple tree which bears fruit up to its crown,
He is lettuce planted by the water.
My honey-man, my honey-man sweetens me always.
My lord, the honey-man of the gods,
He is the one my womb loves best.
His hand is honey, his foot is honey,
He sweetens me always.
My eager impetuous caresser of the navel,
My caresser of the soft thighs,
He is the one my womb loves best
He is lettuce planted by the water.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Criminals In Action

The carnage and mayhem committed by the criminal, unelected, unaccountable, woefully incompetent and ignorant C.I.A. on the rest of the world and, indeed, upon the American homeland itself defies belief, logic or common sense.

A crime committed behind closed doors, in secret is still a crime. The rest of the world trusted, lived their lives moved forwards but the C.I.A. has lied, cheated, stolen, in the name of American citizens, who are themselves being kept ignorant of the true nature of the United States of America.

What could have been a great country is now shamed and stumbling towards the abyss, citizens fighting and trampling others for $19 off a PlayStation, ignorant, or uncaring of the millions who have suffered and are suffering in their name, for their "freedom" to shop!

Culture, learning, art, beauty, truth all lost on people who don't want to know about the rest of the world, don't care about the children crying, even their own, it seems, every person just a commodity to be used and abused by capitalism, a system that has failed and is responsible for the failing, polluted world we now live in.

Come on you Yanks, stand up, be counted, don't put up with this any more, you cannot win any of the stupid, criminal wars you have started and most of you don't even know why your young people from poor families are being sent to murder other poor people from a different country.

STOP drinking the fluoride, stop eating the nasty food, remember you are human, people, no better or worse than anybody else, you don't have the right to kill others, tamper with other countries or believe you are the master race, face it you are a plague on the world, through the workings of your "democratic" government and everything they do is done in your name!

WAKEY WAKEY Yankie Doodle it's time to shine, be the light, be the change, write a letter, tell your friends, walk, march, be vocal, demand answers, you are not alone, the rest of the world wants this madness to stop, wants to fly through the night not hearing the children crying in their pain and grief, and perhaps, when you face these horrors, stand up for change and stop criminals murdering countless millions for your "security" the world will be kinder and gentler with you than you ever were with it.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Friday, March 2, 2012

the human animal

The Nanking Massacre or Nanjing Massacre, also known as the Rape of Nanking, was a mass murder, and war rape that occurred during the six-week period following the Japanese capture of the city of Nanjing (Nanking), the former capital of the Republic of China, on December 13, 1937 during the Second Sino-Japanese War. During this period hundreds of thousands of Chinese civilians and disarmed soldiers were murdered by soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army. Widespread rape and looting also occurred. Historians and witnesses have estimated that 250,000 to 300,000 people were killed. Several of the key perpetrators of the atrocities, at the time labelled as war crimes, were later tried and found guilty at the Nanjing War Crimes Tribunal, and were subsequently executed. Another key perpetrator, Prince Asaka, a member of the Imperial Family, escaped prosecution by having earlier been granted immunity by the Allies.

Eyewitness accounts of Westerners and Chinese present at Nanking in the weeks after the fall of the city state that over the course of six weeks following the fall of Nanking, Japanese troops engaged in rape, murder, theft, arson, and other war crimes. Some of these accounts came from foreigners who opted to stay behind in order to protect Chinese civilians from harm, including the diaries of John Rabe and American Minnie Vautrin. Other accounts include first-person testimonies of the Nanking Massacre survivors, eyewitness reports of journalists (both Western and Japanese), as well as the field diaries of military personnel. American missionary John Magee stayed behind to provide a 16 mm film documentary and first-hand photographs of the Nanking Massacre.

The International Military Tribunal for the Far East estimated that 20,000 women were raped, including infants and the elderly. A large portion of these rapes were systematized in a process where soldiers would search door-to-door for young girls, with many women taken captive and gang raped. The women were often killed immediately after being raped, often through explicit mutilation or by stabbing a bayonet, long stick of bamboo, or other objects into the vagina. Young children were not exempt from these atrocities, and were cut open to allow Japanese soldiers to rape them.

On 19 December 1937, Reverend James M. McCallum wrote in his diary:

I know not where to end. Never I have heard or read such brutality. Rape! Rape! Rape! We estimate at least 1,000 cases a night, and many by day. In case of resistance or anything that seems like disapproval, there is a bayonet stab or a bullet ... People are hysterical ... Women are being carried off every morning, afternoon and evening. The whole Japanese army seems to be free to go and come as it pleases, and to do whatever it pleases.

Pregnant women were a target of murder, as they would often be bayoneted in the stomach, sometimes after rape. Tang Junshan, survivor and witness to one of the Japanese army’s systematic mass killings, testified:

The seventh and last person in the first row was a pregnant woman. The soldier thought he might as well rape her before killing her, so he pulled her out of the group to a spot about ten meters away. As he was trying to rape her, the woman resisted fiercely ... The soldier abruptly stabbed her in the belly with a bayonet. She gave a final scream as her intestines spilled out. Then the soldier stabbed the fetus, with its umbilical cord clearly visible, and tossed it aside. (read more)