Cardboard Robot Orgies and copius oil spurts.

Put up a new website a couple weeks ago, check it out.

http://www.xylonets.com

And actually this one too.

http://www.cab408.com

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Must display some blog post. Or else no site.

I can just imagine some prune faced and concerned citizens sitting in the trailers praying to Jesus and afraid to go out in their backyard because they have become junkies addicted to what this site offers: http://www.globalincidentmap.com/

Who says we can't, as a society, learn from popular culture?

Wikipedia: Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs

Nobody's Home

I hope you like my picture and story.

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Do you accept tips?

Yes Ma'am.

Here take this. A filthy wad of cash pressed his way. Never cheat on a woman.

She turned over the ignition checking her lipstick in the mirror a practice made of habit. The big El Dorado V8 revved to life and a moment later she was taillights on Highway 60.

A little while passed. He looked up from where he was dozing in the little shack out by the pumps. His second customer of the night pulls in to the station disregarding the neat hand-lettered sign that says exit.

The little bell tinkles as the big white walls crunch gravel and stop.

Howdy. The passenger door clunks open a man steps out. Fill it. He says. Snapping shut a silver zippo and exhaling fresh smoke.

He looks at the man. Looks at the cigarette drooping from his lips. You tryin' to get us blown up? You can't smoke and pump gasoline together. He looked at the youth in his greasy overalls. Your doin' the pumping, he spat. I'm smoking. So why don't you get at it.

At least he stepped away from the car. Over to the bushes to take a leak.

The driver rolls down his window and pops the hood. Check the oil too kid.

The little chimes of the pump count time in tenths of a gallon.

Everything's fine mister. He shuts the hood.

You seen any other customers tonight, son?

The station boy swallows.

Maybe a pretty blonde driving a blue El Dorado?

Why, yes sir. There was real good-lookin' gal stopped by here 'bout, well, bout an hour ago.

You don't say?

Yeah she was goin' the other direction though.

Which way, South?

With a clank from the nozzle, the chimes stopped counting time.

He screwed the cap back on to the tank and shut the little panel that hid it.

The passenger appeared from the dark. What was he doin' all the way back behind the garage?

All I got are twenties. That okay?

He normally didn't have that kind of cash on hand but there were a couple of fives in the lady's wad.

He went back to the shack and scooped up enough to make change. The passenger got back into the car.

Here you go mister. Money exchanged hands.

The driver rolled up the window. Put the purring vehicle in drive and as he came so he went a crackle of gravel under the big white walls.

The boy went back into the shack and sat on his stool. He glanced over at the girlie magazine and reached for his coke. That's when he noticed the odd thing about the bills remaining from the blond's purchase and subsequent tip. There was writing on them.

To Whom It May Concern:
Please note that I Elizabeth Paige, born Larry Page 1936 Chicago, Illinois to Mr and Mrs Lawrence Page of 300 Chestnut St have had sexual relations with the president, first lady, vice-president's wife, the attorney general, the secretary of the interior, the head of the fbi, congressman perkins from Ohio, senator wills from New York, the surgeon general, congressman Lloyd and his wife and chauffeur, the ambassador to the soviet union and several kgb agents. One british born banker and a Tibetan man I knew only as Sandrak and 2 or 3 catholic priests.

He reached the end of the writing on the first bill and looked around for the promised sequel to this first salacious epistle.

Disappointed he picked up the ten dollar bill before him.

and as the course of my own depravity led me deeper into the good graces of some very rich and influential personages. I was made to witness countless acts of what I then assumed was devil worship but now know for something much more unspeakable.

He turned the bill over.
Oct 13 - Subway car collision kills 85 - Gerold Adams - Strangulation. Attendees included vice, rear admiral cooper, secretary of state, justic olmert, perfumed lady, others.

Sep 12 - Deeter Flood washes away New Cross Settlement, Hope, Ga - Frank Simmons, Ricky Toya, Laura Grange, Catherine Hunter - electrocution xmas lights.

August 11 - He looked up only to be blinded by the headlights shining through the window in the little shack. A loud crack punctuated his thougtrs.

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A black buick, it's chromed front fender dented and hanging a little to the left pulled off the shoulder and onto the highway. The tires crunched gravel and a second explosion might have been the auxillary tank cast a dull orange glow over the little patch of desert where the Gaseteria was engulfed in flame.

North Korean People's Democratic Republic under Majestic Leadership Vision of Illustrious First Son Kim Jong-Il Deplores CIA-Style Character Assassination Printed In American Imperialist Propaganda Daily. North Korean People's Democratic Republic Remind World Global Union That Not How Big The Bomb But What You Do With It That Count.

Also Note North Korean People Feel Extreme Satisfaction. Unmatched Pleasure and Happiness Are Unveiling In Beloved Land.

Kim Jong-Il is so off the christmas card list.

North Korea said Monday it has performed its first-ever nuclear weapons test. The country's official Korean Central News Agency said the test was performed successfully and there was no radioactive leakage from the site.

"The nuclear test is a historic event that brought happiness to the our military and people," KCNA said.

Saw this last week in the newspaper. At first I thought it was a joke. Like somehow a story from the Onion ended up in the Times.

Here's the gist from The Guardian.

http://observer.guardian.co.uk/world/story/0,,1890286,00.html

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God told me to make this picture. I don't know why. Maybe somebody else does. God told me to make this picture. I don't know why. Maybe somebody else does.

bass player/backup vocalist for Humongous need caffeine

IMAGINE:

A community where there is no difference between rich and poor.

A philosophy of governance that seeks not just to separate church and state but to go further and separate ideology and state.

Not living with the threat of massive annhilatory reprisal from someone we have wronged.

Just a few happy thoughts :)

So, I'm reading this book--A Brief History of Everything by Ken Wilber.

If you have ever thirsted for a grand unifying theory of the human condition you may want to read it also. Published by Shambala, a house well-known for its eastern philosophy and mysticism catalog, Wilber's History reads like a message from a distant, loving AI trying to help us by providing a key to transform our world's collective knowledge and accumulated wisdom into an agency of transformation--an enlightenment producing machine. (VALIS SYSTEM B?) We, Humans, appear to be grasping our way in that general direction but just up a head we're seeing this CRITICAL JUNCTURE. Will we kill ourselves with nuclear or biological weapons? Should we become the slaves of the Final Rome, a world spanning empire of crushing bodily and spiritual oppression? Will we destroy our food supply? or water supply? Will the Sun's rays burn everything they brighten? Will the Sea swallow our cities and choke us with toxins? Will we then be in Hell?

GLAD that's out of the way. The point was not to be all booga booga. But really, it's pretty plain to see, if only we could explain to the apocalypticals and jihadists and messianicly misoriented.

But what's the message?

First we need to repair some of our equipment that's been damaged in the last 3000 years of history. For example, hierarchies. Hierarchies have long appeared to be and often were built on values. The idea being that at the top was the pure and at the bottom the unpure. The dictator and the slave. So intellectually there becomes a revolt against hierarchy. Unfortunately hierarchy is not just how we've structured our society but also are knowledge systems. So a lot of people's first impulse was to toss out the notion of hierarchy and try to find its opposite, something like a flat network. That's great and really useful too. But to just flip-flop to the other side is not the point. The point is to redevelop the entire concept so that it effectively blends the two. Oh yeah these are called holarchies. And their units are holons. And, FWIW, Wilber did not invent the notion.

There's more too, so far, a humble refutation of the empirical privilege in culture and science, a clear representation of subject/object and what's at stake, a theory explaining the origin of gender difference in a way much more suited to ending the suffering it has caused than any of the feminist discourse I ever encountered. Like I said, I'm 'reading,' not I read, but I get the sense that in the end Wilber will have given us some guidance in reconciling not only divides in the cultural, and societal worlds but also in the self and community. Something that takes away the privilege from rational/western/empirical discourse but does it only to create a more balanced system that just might help us find an antidote for the end of the world.

The senses. There is a Hindu rubric that, for the sake of economy, goes something like this.

The body is a chariot drawn by five stallions, the senses. The driver is the disceriminting intellect and the reins the driver holds are the mind. The passenger is the self. My self. Your self. Their self.

This imagery appears in the Katha Upanishad in which the boy Nachikeeta questions Death (Yama) about the secret of life.

The gist of this particular instruction in the encounter is that this chariot which passes through both time and space is drawn by the desires of the senses. Easwaran, a modern commentator, might say to a person whom said he had a drinking problem. "No. Your horses have a drinking problem. You, my friend, have a horse problem. You best control your horses."

The implications are profound.

A hierarchy exists.

The self.

The intellect/will/ego.

The mind/emotions.

The senses and their desires.

The intellect's purpose is to discern. Right from wrong. Profit from loss. Red from Maroon.

A trained mind then controls the sense and desire based on the discerning intellect.

And the senses are well-trained by practice.

Perhaps the purpose of the intellect should be expanded to include the notion of preya and shreya.Preya is that which is pleasurable. Shreya that which is beneficial.

The idea being that Shreya is the smooth path for the intellect to choose and Preya the bumpy.

This is not to be interpreted as an exhaustive discussion on the body, soul, and self. But simply a useful rule of thumb.0

What actually prompted me to write this blurb was a thought that came into my head tonight while standing on the Roadweasel's patio on my third day of a endurobusinessvacation trip back to Florida where, not so, strangely I always find myself retracing old footsteps.

I think it strange and slightly humourous that all any of us ever reallly experience in this rush through life is our own nervous system. And what a pity that it is so limited either by design or omission.

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