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Tuesday, July 13th, 2004
1:17 pm

"a good traveller has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving"
Monday, February 23rd, 2004
4:37 pm
eventfullness ...

A tale of the Dyslexic Insomniac Agnostic ...

who stayed up all night contemplating if there really was a Dog.
Monday, February 9th, 2004
3:18 pm
quote of the day

"No matter how good she looks or nice she acts, there's always at least one other person out there tired of putting up with her shit"

- an Engineer where I work (2004)

Current Mood: impressed
Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004
7:57 am
War and Disorder

fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity.
Wednesday, January 28th, 2004
1:24 pm

I found my irony for the day. And boy it's a doozy.
Friday, January 23rd, 2004
11:04 am
The Golden Rule

This is the sum of duty: do not do to others what
would cause pain if done to you

(Mahabharata 5:1517)


Treat not others in ways that you yourself would find

(Udana-Varga 5.18)


One word which sums up the basis of all good conduct
... "loving-kindness"
Do not do to others what you do not want done to

(Confucius, Analects 15.23)


Regard your neighbor's gain as your own gain, and your
neighbor's loss as your own loss

(T'ai Shang Kan Ying P'ien 213-218)


I am a stranger to no one; and no one is a stranger to
me. Indeed, I am a friend to all

(Guru Granth Sahib, page 1299)


In everything, do to others as you would have them do
to you, for this is the law and the Prophets

(Jesus, Matthew 7:12)


We affirm and promote respect for the interdependent
web of all existence of which we are part

(Unitarian Principle)


All things are our relatives; what we do to
everything, we do to ourselves. All is really One

(Black Elk, Oglala Sioux)


Do not do unto others whatever is injurious to yourself

(Shayast-na-Shayast 13.29)


One should treat all creatures in the world as one
would like to be treated

(Mahavira, Sutrakritanga)


What is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbor.
This is the whole Torah; all the rest is commentary

(Hillel, Talmud, Shabbat 31a)


Not one of you truly believes until you wish for
others what you wish for yourself

(The Prophet Muhammad, Hadith)


Lay not on any soul a load that you would not wish to
be laid upon you, and desire not for anyone the things
you would not desire for yourself

(Baha'u'llah, Gleanings)
Wednesday, January 21st, 2004
11:41 am
cunning linguistics
"I A N, I decided I want to be a rocker chick!!!!"

And so she tells me via the mail of E. I shall not know where to start, perhaps with the exception of the beginning, and trek forth from there. And only "there," doth one knows. Are the assumptions of me not correct, dear frozen tundra person? If not, tell me so ....

"Rocker chick," exclamation times 4. Very plausible. Your taste in music is so impeccable, so diverse, so warming. When I was of a younger variety, my sole hopes and dreams were to find another with this passions for the tunes of yore, today and manana (enye thingy over "n" number 1) .... delusional I was, I thought, "should I find this soul, all will be grand, because our other interests wold balance out the trade, yet that one link would guide us through whatever ails the aching souls of us" .... and one day I found that soul, and my hopes and dreams ne'er more shattered I believe. And I have now come to face up that this is not the "be all, end all", and mutual respect is far more important than common interests. Not my words all, I say, but close enough.

Attitude: prime ingredient of a rocker chick. My dearest friend Kelli has such, and her skills at playing a rock star have increased dramatically. Imagine the abilities of the dearest one when she gets a car and can play the steering wheel with thy best of them? Ah-ho! I am sure her air guitar skills are splendid as well.

But your attitude seems to be the shining trait. I wonder if such spirits of the written variety can be conveyed into vox properly? How doth ye display diction, tone, and passion. Ahhh, passion, another trait, I reckon. How about into melody? Thou speaketh of thy inability to sing, but for who's standards are thou comparing? The greatest of our time? The mediocre? Surely not the outer limits of your own abilities.

I once was convinced I had a golden voice, crooning to my favorites: "Part of the Machine", "Desert Plains", "Go West" ..... I met another who was classically trained vocally, and insisted I was out of tune. All of the time. Did that stop me from being convinced of my golden vox? Hardly, I just stopped to see my limitations. And I am convinced, I shalt not sing in a Fates Warning tribute band any time soon, I believe.

Rocker look: Surely your leather jacket and chain wearing, blood spitting persona doth not match the look ye portray. Thy Cali influence grand in thee life, starlight? Yuk yuk ... thy fire in thy eyes, will not only keep other alive, but they will ensure such facts with ye as well. Fear not, and dream always, and beyond that your streets will be lined with gold. And Silver, and Tonto too.

Goodnight, starlight, and let thy know why thee's voice has evaded many for so long ......

"she said 'Son if you'll go out and be a musician
then go out and be one, but one with conviction'
If there's one lesson the young oughtta learn,
it's pay no deposit and get no return'"

- Skyclad (1996)
Monday, January 19th, 2004
10:14 am
tunnel light

"Ian, I think I've decided that I want to be a teacher"

"YAY", says I. And for reasons a' plenty. Inside each of us lies a gift, an "inner sense", if you will, that waits to be unraveled as our years in this cycle march to complete the circle of life. For some, it is the ability to reason above and beyond the margins of those around them. Others vision tranquility when there seems to be none in sight. Others seek to aid those around them, and for no other reason than to simply help. Some are born to teach, some are born to listen, and others are born to just destroy all around them. For those who have found this inner gift, I applaud your efforts at pure understanding, and wish you many years of peace in doing so. (Unless you're planning to destroy all around ye, of course. Then myself and Louisville will have to play thee a visit)

For the one and only Kelli, I believe ye are one step closer to finding that inside yourself. Never fail to search for it, and never will I fail to guide ye along the way.

May your guardian spirits be with you always ...
Saturday, January 17th, 2004
1:22 pm

I don't question the decisions I make, I just make them.
Friday, January 16th, 2004
11:01 am
such is life, so they say

so I find myself bidding on collard greens, used and unused, all shapes and sizes, and I'm doing this from the back of a hatchback, 1987 Ford Escort. The absence of Periwinkle disturbs me, you see, but "fret not" I tell myself. I only dream in black & white it seems, and manly colors such as Periwinkle, Fuchsia and Mauve affect not the outcomes of certain types of dreams, especially ones where I drop a week's worth of savings on the green ends of carrots. Healthy meals, I tell ye, healthy meals.

Moreover, I start thinking to myself, "when did abstract notions of the prism become gagues for masculinity? Or emotions, for that matter?" Looking from my hatchback at a 4'3" dwarfstar (he was small, and he was famous, thus .....) clad in a mustard yellow shirt, a tie dye beanie, pink Dockers with silver Nike's (Cross Trainers, of course) and white, silky gloves that stretched halfway up his arm, I said "wow ... a happy fella'!!" The case not such! He was a miserable little prick! So much for dreaming in black & white, he makes his way over to my prized Escort, pulls out a knife and slashes up my tires but good. Yessum.

(speaking of tires:

Man who run behind car get exhausted

Man who run in front of car get tired

back to my story)

I didn't give a shit at that point. I went to a Fear Factory show in 1995 (my first concert) and my tires were slashed when I returned to my (then silver) pick-up. Didn't get home until 6:30 AM, and I wasn't all THAT pissed now that I look back. Besides, I was in NJ then, and here I'm on the Virgin Islands, so what happens if I can't drive around? Not like I'm leaving thy island any time soon.

Anyway, what's with the color and emotion thing? Green is for tranquility. Pink is for fagots. White is for virgins on their wedding day. How many virgins do YOU know on their wedding days? Black is for depressed people.

I wear black all the time. I see it as a happy color. Because whenever I wear the fucking color, IT MAKES ME HAPPY!!! And pink? I dunno, I think it takes a REAL man to wear pink. Especially if you're the keynote speaker at the Homophobe Convention in Little Rock, Arkansas this year. They throw tomatoes, apples, pigeons, Ju-Ju Bees, and loaves of (in)bread your way if they don't like what you, ahem ... "stand up" for. So watch yourself, Mr. Pink Tie.

Trying to link colors with masculinity and femininity is bullshit, if you ask me. So is the whole notion of "gender". What else does it do but divide us up into further hemispheres so we have something to argue about? Entire university programs have been devised around the topic "Gender Studies", and I'd love to see the jobs people can get after graduating college with a "Gender Studies" degree. Ads will read:

"Now Hiring: Masculine meatheads who know how to act like invalids, further conforming to the petty needs of what society tells you to. Now experience, no thinking, and no personality required, unless of course, it is borrowed from some other source. Oh and one other thing, if you are well aware of how to not be yourself, call people "gay" who do not talk and act like you, and just have a working knowledge of being an all around peckerhead in general, then WE NEED YOU NOW!!! Salary is $125,000 per minute, plus commission on everyone else's sales and hard work. Apply online at www.iamreallywonderfulandiknowit.com ... or call 867-5309 and ask for Blake. No, Jenny does not work here anymore."

Not much difference form the world we live in now, I suppose. If you truly want to slash the system, live androgynously, and perhaps maybe, just maybe, others with follow thy path to enlightenment as well. But I wouldn't bet the Vegas stakes on it.

As for the dwarfstar, I took out my Louisville Slugger and bashed him the noggin a couple of hundred times. No hard feelings, really, I just must have been wearing pink that day. Or took some "gender studies" courses at college the previous semester. At that point I was really just worried about bidding on my collard greens and having enough money left over to hire some Puerto Rican to mop the blood that splattered on my beauty of a vehicle. Puerto Ricans .... what are they good for anyway? With their one star flag (stealing our colors, mind you), gold chain wearing, hubcap stealing, walking down the streets of New York City holding banners and waving their third rate rip off flags. WORST PARADE IN TOWN!
I oughttaaa .....

(this post is dedicated to my man, Edward Norton. Not MY man, per se, but perflaps THE man ...

per se)
Tuesday, December 30th, 2003
11:40 am
a fuel for you

signs. time. pills. caffeine. calendars. television. work; sex; money; food. love. God. health. beauty. kids. gambling. crucifix. happiness. drugs. family. media. clothes. credit cards. cell phones. radio. computers. traffic. video games. cars. homes. church. hobbies. runes. music. news. tarot. fear. guns. work; sex; money; fame. court. appliances. consumption. stress. planes. cleanliness. production. bank accounts. phone numbers. (anit)social (in)security. insurance. ignorance. prayer. hate. career. work; sex; money; books. groups. study. bills. wood. tribes. indifference.




.... we serve too many masters.
10:58 am
stormy feather
"self-humility is a requirement of love"

... and she hath convinced herself over and over (again) that the teacher cannot possibly learn from the student.
Monday, December 29th, 2003
6:11 pm
maiden voyage
which, incidentally, is better than a maiden voyeur, for statutory reasons, of course.

I eat. I breathe. And thanks to another, I am. Such means are better left for others, but I won't say anything as long as you will.

furthermore, should i come back before someone declares nuclear winter, then only the privileged shall ride high. hard in the saddle, that is.

goodafternoon .....

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