Monday, April 30, 2007

Disbelieve It or Don't

When Seeing Is Disbelieving

By Shankar Vedantam
Monday, April 30, 2007; Page A03

Four years ago tomorrow, President Bush landed on the USS Abraham Lincoln and dramatically strode onto the deck in a flight suit, a crash helmet tucked under one arm. Even without the giant banner that hung from the ship's tower, the president's message about the progress of the war in Iraq was unmistakable: mission accomplished.

Bush is not the first president to have convinced himself that something he wanted to believe was, in fact, true. As Columbia University political scientist Robert Jervis once noted, Ronald Reagan convinced himself that he was not trading arms for hostages in Iran, Bill Clinton convinced himself that the donors he had invited to stay overnight at the White House were really his friends, and Richard M. Nixon sincerely believed that his version of Watergate events was accurate.

More importantly is the fact that it takes an abundance of regular ol' homo sapiens to "disbelieve" the facts in front of them in order for such folks to get elected or supported in the first place. It takes a culture of gullibility for the sake of each of our gain in order to be the bedrock of support to delusional leaders.

Folks like Bill O', in the previous post's video, will argue long and loud that such delusions help me, as a person. Forget that it hurts those around us, regardless of whether they share the delusion or not, and in spite of the evidence showing damage.

The practice doesn't come from "no where", of course. If so many of us do it, it must have a biological basis. According to evolutionary biologist, Robert Trivers;
"Self-deception evolves in the service of deceit for two reasons," he said. "It improves your ability to fool others and, second, it reduces the cognitive costs of deception."

The thing to keep in mind, Trivers says, is that even as evolution rewarded deceivers, it also punished deceivers who got caught. (The ability to spot deception evolves along with the ability to deceive.)

Deliberate deception among humans, furthermore, requires effort. It requires you to hold both the truth and the untruth in your mind, and consciously suppress the truth. This is why the stereotype of liars depicts them with sweaty palms, croaking voices and shifty eyes -- lying can be hard work, and liars are often nervous about getting caught.

Self-deception, said Trivers, who has studied the phenomenon in contexts ranging from the Challenger explosion to a plane crash in Florida, offers a way around this psychological hurdle. If you can make yourself believe the untruth, for example, by marshaling evidence that supports your view and ignoring evidence that contradicts your position, it becomes that much easier to persuade others.

Like many other aspects of brain functioning, self-deception does not require people to sit down and decide they are going to lie to themselves. (That would actually defeat the point of self-deception.) No, it usually happens subtly, without the person even being aware of it.

"The costs of deception are being detected and punished," Trivers said. "There is definitely a downside to self-deception, and that is you are putting yourself out of touch with reality, but it cuts down the risk of getting caught."

[(Dis)believe it or don't.]

Personally, I've found the folks in my life who have helped me the most, are those who have managed to help me over the hurdles of my own self-deceptions. Regardless of whether they were cold or compassionate, thought the nasty brutal methods more than a few authoritarians in my life have tried haven't helped in the least. At least not in the moment.

That's probably the main thing that has made me want to strive for the middle-ground. Unlike Garrison Keilor's suggestion that the only thing in the middle is road-kill, I've found that those in the middle who aren't afraid to face the facts, no matter how uncomfortable they may be, are generally the folks who live the most contented and socially efficacious lives.

Not that there's anything wrong with being prepared to go to an occasional extreme, or being able to forget the facts in order to keep on keepin' on. Sometimes, no matter how high the hurdle or whether one has ever made such a leap before, you just gotta tell yourself, "I can do this impossible thing."

And, sometimes, despite the facts, it'll get us through 'til we're either able or have no choice but to face reality. Sometimes though, it just cause more death, despair and destruction in the cause of a lie.

"Your Book Is Fascinating"

Wow! Bill O'Reilly said something I can totally agree with.

Maybe it's just cuz it was so brief, but that really was a surprisingly cordial interview, eh. Bill O' used some faulty canards and, while Dawkins didn't have time to clearly dispute them (that would've "warmed" things up a bit I'm thinking {-; ), neither did he fall victim to any crazy emotionalistic tantrums.

Tip o' the hat to Russell's Teapot, which I've come across before.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Bereft and Bereaved, That's Me

(James' Walcott) on McCain's IED quip and suggestion that Murtha "get a life":

" a longtime student of comedy, I would note that it's only when a joke flops that we're told we need to "lighten up." When a joke is truly funny, the laughter it receives justifies it 99% of the time..."

read more of Walcott on teh Vanity Fair | digg story

Ed's Update: Well, uh, hmmm... So now I guess now I know something 'bout using digg. The above quote, in case you didn't click on the "read more | digg story" links is by James Wolcott. I did the digg, and then clicked "blog", but wasn't aware that it would post to Silly Humans since my PC slowed down and needed a rebooting. I never got the standard Blogger email saying I'd posted on here, so - honestly James & V-Fair, I'd have clarified whose quote that is and a little context for it.

Fun stuff...

I hope y'all managed to figure it out and clicked over to read the rest of the
Walcott piece. He starts post out with his take on Rosie O's leaving The View, something I wouldn't have given much thought to as I never watch that program, but dude can make just about any topic interesting, IMO.

Live and learn, eh...

Saturday, April 28, 2007

One Round, Two Scores!!

Not only did my home-town Browns finally - FINALLY - get it right with a first-round draft pick, they somehow managed to do it Twice!!

For the first time the Dawg's front office boys drafted a stud offensive lineman, Wisconsin's Joe Thomas, a Left Tackle; the most important position on the O-line. This is the spot I've been hoping they'd address since big, bad Lomas Brown turned out to be a big bust back in '99. With the free-agent signing of former Bengals' Guard Eric Steinbach - an excellent run blocker and pass protector in his own right - my hope that the Brown's would draft Thomas over Brady Quinn had deflated to next to nil. But they did it and man am I glad!

Don't get me wrong, Brady's a great story and I wouldn't have been all that disappointed if the team had gone that route. It's simply that they NEED to get that O-Line up to snuff with the rest of the league, otherwise it wouldn't matter if they freakin' Joe Montana in his prime, they'd still barely be able to aspire to mediocrity and Joe would've seen his awesome potential wasted and some of the greatest football ever played would never have been.

They did the Right Thing. Finally!

And then . . .

At #22 in the 2007 NFL Draft, the Cleveland Browns select Ohio's own, Notre Dame Quarterback Brady Quinn!


Cleveland traded with the Dallas Cowboys for the 22nd overall pick. Everyone agrees that the Brown's paid a lot for the right to a 2nd first-round pick - this years second and next years first round picks - but as Brown's GM, Phil Savage, just pointed out to ESPN's Suzy Kolbert that the team may have decided next year that they still need a franchise quarterback and he's not sure that there would be a better one than Quinn available when Cleveland goes to pick, which is exactly what I had just told my brother right before Savage came on to be interviewed.

Dig it Dawg-pounders, this WILL be seen as the turning point for Cleveland football fans.


lol! But I am Lovin' It!

And - hey now! - it's a little after 5 o'clock, and just about time for the Cavaliers to try and take game three of their NBA playoff series 'gainst the Washington Wizards. With the first two games in the win column for the James Gang, grabbin' one from the Wiz on the road should all but guaranty a trip to round two.

Go Browns!!! Come On Cavs!!!

Thursday, April 26, 2007

70 Years in Infamy

Talk about things we seem to have forgotten... 70 years ago today, NAZI Germany "practiced" warfare on the Basques.

Doesn't much seem like a lot o' folks have learned anything from that insanity.

April 26, 1937 was a Monday, a market day. Thousands of people were out on the streets of the Basque town of Guernica when around 4:30 in the afternoon, the bells suddenly began ringing. Air raid alarm! The first airplane appeared on the horizon, a German Heinkel 111 bomber -- in the cockpit was Lieutenant Rudolf von Moreau. When he was over the city center, von Moreau opened his bomb bay doors -- and death rained down on the city.

Waves of bombers and fighter planes followed. They dropped explosives, fragmentation bombs and incendiaries, a total of 31 tons of munitions fell on Guernica that day. For two and a half hours, the bombs rained down on the city from German and Italian warplanes -- "with a brutality that had never been seen before," as the president of the Basque "Autonomous Republic" Jose Antonio de Aguirre said three days later. "They scorched the city and fired machine guns at the women and children who fled in panic, resulting in numerous deaths."

[History Relayed . . .]

For many years, an inexpensive replica of that anguished reminder hung on my wall. For a long time I thought the name Guernica was Spanish for "War". I guess in a way it is.

Too many moves and a leaky roof damaged it pretty bad, but someday I'll get another.

namaste yo.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Dude! Where's My Spaceship?!

Ok. Ok... Even if this discovery does involve a best-case scenario, our tech is nowhere near up to snuff for a 240 trillion mile roadie. Still, this is a first and, like so many of those, it opens up whole new vistas of potential reality which had once been nothing more than the stuff of Science Fiction.

Potentially habitable planet found


What (the European Southern Observatory's telescope in La Silla, Chile,) revealed is a planet circling the red dwarf star, Gliese 581. Red dwarfs are low-energy, tiny stars that give off dim red light and last longer than stars like our sun. Until a few years ago, astronomers didn't consider these stars as possible hosts of planets that might sustain life.

The discovery of the new planet, named 581 c, is sure to fuel studies of planets circling similar dim stars. About 80 percent of the stars near Earth are red dwarfs.

The new planet is about five times heavier than Earth. Its discoverers aren't certain if it is rocky like Earth or if its a frozen ice ball with liquid water on the surface. If it is rocky like Earth, which is what the prevailing theory proposes, it has a diameter about 1 1/2 times bigger than our planet. If it is an iceball, as Mayor suggests, it would be even bigger.

Based on theory, 581 c should have an atmosphere, but what's in that atmosphere is still a mystery and if it's too thick that could make the planet's surface temperature too hot, Mayor said.

However, the research team believes the average temperature to be somewhere between 32 and 104 degrees and that set off celebrations among astronomers.

Until now, all 220 planets astronomers have found outside our solar system have had the "Goldilocks problem." They've been too hot, too cold or just plain too big and gaseous, like uninhabitable Jupiter.

The new planet seems just right — or at least that's what scientists think.

[More to come? You betchya!]

With the speed with which technology has advance over the last century, who knows how close we actually are to Colonization Days?

Let's hope we even survive that long and don't end up a scourge of the universe.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Make Mine A Double

I'm actually quite a bit more choked up 'bout this than I'd've guessed I'd be. Believe it folks, the breakup of the Soviet Union could've gone A Lot Worse for everyone on this pale blue dot. A LOT worse.

He weren't no saint, but to more than just the folks of Russia, his tank ride (unlike some pissant Chimp's pretensions of Captaincy) truly resulted in salvation. I am not a vodka fan, but will be having one in his honor sometime soon.

na zdrovje
Boris Yeltsin, 1931-2007
Russia's tragic reformer
Updated April 23, 2007
CBC News

His finest hour came on Aug. 19, 1991, when he clambered onto the tanks surrounding Russia's parliament buildings and transformed them into his own personal soapbox, in the end thwarting a coup by hardliners attempting to turn the Soviet Union away from its flirtation with democracy.

At the time, Boris Yeltsin was the newly elected president of Russia, which was still only a satellite in the Soviet constellation. But his defiance of the hardliners made him democracy's hero around the world and catapulted him into the top job, where he ended up presiding over the demise of the Soviet Union and enduring his own personal demons in the process.

A timeline of his life and career:

Sunday, April 22, 2007

. . it's just the normal noises in here . .

once a week is ridiculous. And besides, does he really think I don't know what my problem is? What they are? I only freakin' clarify my understandings again, week in and week out and he just keeps hittin' on obvious shit which anyone with 8 credit hours of Psyche could figure out. Why the *@($ do I have to keep clarifying myself over, and over again. I get it. What I freakin' need is helping figurin' out what to do about it.

Sorry for being ambiguous. Talkin' 'bout the shrink again. Great guy. A lotta compassion and, 'sfar as I can tell, he's a pretty good psy-analyst. I'm just extremely certain that once a week ain't gonna cut it, and that this entire muthahfuckin' system short-circuits when it comes to helping people effectively.

It's like each session is starting from scratch in many regards, plus there's all the time in between when I need someone knowledgeable's intelligent input but that ain't gonna happen 'less I've some qualified friend around to bounce my insanity off.

and there's nothing to say
cuz I won't go thru it

and there's nothing to do
'til I put myself to it

So I'll blame it on myself
cuz I can't keep anything down
anything down

however hard I do try

So talk amongst yourselves
while I try to figure it out
figure it out

I'll let you know in my time
And no, I'm not high. Not for 'bout a week now. Gave it up when deciding to get shrunk again. Just pissed at having to discover these kinda insane and unhelpful facts all over again.

But what the hell else am I s'posed to do? (rhetorical, that...)

Ain't like I'm gettin' any younger either. . . (And, no. I didn't need him to explain my age to me either. But did it stop him from trying? {sighhh})

Godless Heathen Gets Some Respect

I originally posted on this last July, then kinda lost track of the proceedings cuz, well, I've not been a wiccan for decades, so don't keep on up such news. I am however one who strongly supports the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, so when the question of whether the Gov allowed alternative religious symbols on the graves of fallen soldiers was raised by Sewmouse on Kvatch's site, I immediately went to searching teh internets for follow-up.

After checkin' on Shakespeare's Sister's post from July (nothing new since then,) I did a li'l Googlin' which turned up this hopeful news:
First government-issued Wiccan plaque dedicated
Scott Sonner
Associated Press
December 6, 2006

RENO - Friends and family of a Nevada soldier killed in Afghanistan more than a year ago plan to gather at a veterans cemetery today to dedicate what they say is the first government-issued memorial plaque in the country to include a symbol of the Wiccan faith.

The multicultural, interfaith service for Sgt. Patrick Stewart of Fernley will include blessings by American Indians, Jews, Christians and Wiccans, said the Rev. Selena Fox, one of the Wiccan organizers of the memorial.

"There's quite a diversity of people who are going to be there," Fox said Friday before leaving her home in Wisconsin for the trip to northern Nevada.

"People are flying in from across the country to attend the dedication," she said.

Stewart's plaque was installed last week on the Veterans Memorial Wall at the Northern Nevada Veterans Cemetery in Fernley, about 30 miles east of Reno.

The Nevada Army National Guardsmen and four other soldiers died Sept. 25, 2005, when their Chinook helicopter was shot down in Afghanistan.

Since then, Stewart's widow, Roberta, has been fighting to make the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs recognize the Wiccan pentacle - a five-pointed star enclosed in a circle - for plaques and headstones at veterans' cemeteries.

Citing its jurisdiction over maintenance of the state cemetery, the Nevada Office of Veteran Services issued the plaque in September while Stewart's family and others continue a legal battle with the VA.

[The rest of the article...]
Unfortunately, that seems to be the gist of it so far.

Whenever Faith and Politics intersect, Human Rights will always fall by the wayside. It really is just a part of our homo nature which Reason is only incredibly slowly making a thing of our past.

But so it goes with a process as slow and natural as evolution, whether biological or its extension, bio-cultural.


Saturday, April 21, 2007

More Pink Showin' and Less Red Flowin'

Probably cuz she mixes emo and punk, metal and disco, sexy and grungy, thoughtful and immature, but I've been a peripheral fan of Pink's since I first heard her 'bout 4 or 5 years ago. Today I bought my first song of hers.

With this tune, I'm thinkin' any readers here who don't know anything 'bout her or have an (understandably) negative impression might find cause to reevaluate.

Dear Mr President

There're lots of versions of this Tube, but this ver moved me the most powerfully so I went with it. Check out some of the Live performances as well if you like the song.

namaste yo

Friday, April 20, 2007

License? We Don't Need No Stinkin' License.

Give us Liberty - unregulated and out of touch with reality - and give us death.
Hostage and Gunman Dead at Johnson Space Center
Tim King

At least one person is dead.

(HOUSTON, Texas) - Police in Houston say a hostage has been shot and killed in the standoff at the Johnson Space Center. Another hostage was released unharmed.

The gunman is also dead. Police believe he died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The weapon used was a revolver. Police are not saying what the relationship may have been between the gunman and hostages.

Police are not yet identifying the hostages.

The hostage who went free was a female. The hostage who died is a male. Paramedics are presently working with the freed hostage who may have received some injuries, but were considered minor.

The gunman apparently entered Building 44 during a meeting that was going on in the building.

Freakin' madness mi amigos y 'migas On the one hand we've got Shrub & the Fascists and on the other the "don't tread on me"ers who think safe-usage laws are intended to separate them from their rights to protect and defend themselves. In the middle there are, as always and inevitably where reason is lacking, dead people.

That's all I got right now. It's just damn sad and stupid how this shit is allowed to continue happening because politicians and the ignorami can't tell the difference between the two hands of fear which make it possible.

"Good Luck" to all of us...


Who's making your medical decisions?

Jesus Ain't Throwing Anyone Any Lines . .

. . so it's completely up to you and me and those we know. If we don't, then No One will.

Tip of m' hat to the marvelous Peacechick Mary.


Thursday, April 19, 2007

Oh! That More Would Come Forth . .

. . Just to show and tell how it Really is on the Earth's surface for a majority of his, our, my species.

How his observances(1:a, b) (or lack there-of(2)) don't equal one distant observation of Fear in one's entirety of their immediate demise. When you're really knowing that it's happening to everyone you know, brutally, hacking, explosive Death as an incidental of U.S. policy.

Enemies are people whose destruction you're causing. There are no sound reasons for making enemies, certainly not because you can't admit you are wrong. That's when you step into the wrong side. The side of Death at your Deciding.

America! America! Wherefore art thou America? Hiding in the churches and in teh incontinent schools and after-school serials? Pushing the evolution of commercialism in social discourse and interaction. Playing down the important by muddying it with the inane. Wanting always to feel right about not caring about it anyway because, like, what difference does it make how I like it. Just lemme satisfy m'self quickly and repeatedly, even if not always so powerfully well.

You are ruled by Idiots. Just like the junkie said.

Tell him that he's your enemy because of the lives his "policies" have physically and permanently destroyed.

Or let yours, ours, mine slip away . .

Just a Quickie . .

. . to say I'm really gettin' antsy to clean up that side-bar to the left. Thing is, even though I don't regularly frequent about a third of the sites listed anymore, I click on ALL of them once in a while.

Still ... I'm not gonna go with categories, but think I'll remove the ones I don't do every day (or once a week or so) to a post with linkage to it. That way even the folks I dig but don't groove on de rigeur will still be easily accessible.

Is all 'bout not wantin' to hurt the feelings of folks who probably don't know who the hekk I am anyway! d'oh!

silly human that I am...


Bad with the Good

You've got to take the Good with the Bad . .

Yah, umm, but of course. Who wouldn't want to do that? Is like saying I could care less when what you mean is I couldn't care less . .

"Right, Mr Bains. We've got a load a bad stuff we're gonna dump up on ya, but there's a catch. You've gotta take this Good stuff too. Sorry. Them's the rules."

What? Ahh crap. I could care less 'bout the good. Just shovel some more shit on me, will ya?

You bet I'm takin' the Good with the Bad. The trick is to be able to take the Bad with the Good because all that bad stuff is coming whether we want it or not, and regardless of whether there's any good attached to it.

As the flame burns low
there is a twinge
a small reliving of the loss
as when your body died
In that same moment
a whisper of relief
The elders were wise
to guide us to honor you
and grieve your passing
only one day a year

From Your Yahrzeit by Pink Granite

I'll take the good with the bad every time without appeal. I gotta take the bad with the good, whether I want it or not.

But it's not like I couldn't care less.

$kewe(re)d Prioritie$

OK. I thought about posting this bit then backed off for lack of focus.

But just a few minutes ago I finally, after 2 fulls days, got a call back from the Psychiatrist I was hoping to see.

"The doctor will be able to see you in 6 to 8 weeks for an initial consultation.. "

My reply? "HA! I don't think so." *click*

This SeattlePI story directly concerns University mental health services in Washington state, but it's my experience that the locale is fairly irrelevant.

Gee, I wonder where the funds to make this stuff readily available to those who need it are hiding?
Counseling centers reach out to college students
Early intervention can help head off crisis


A Seattle Pacific University official e-mailed the campus counseling center this week about a student whose depression was made worse by the deadly shootings at Virginia Tech.

Steven Maybell, the center's director, intended to make sure that the student was seen that day. "That's good," he said.

SPU is setting priorities for cases related to this week's shooting, which may have affected students' sense of safety or triggered concerns about some event from their past. But the counseling center, like most, is already a busy place.

In recent years, local universities have seen a spike in the number of students seeking counseling or medication for such mental-health problems as depression. They've been struggling to meet the growing demand, with students sometimes having to wait days for an appointment or seek help off campus.

The shooter in Monday's mass killings in Virginia reportedly had a history of depression and other mental-health problems. Although improved access to mental health services wouldn't guarantee an end to such events, it would minimize the risk, Maybell said.

"This is, to me, the extreme consequence of that situation," he said of the shootings.

[No Waiting . . . ]

While I can certainly - and UNEQUIVOCALLY :-) - assure y'all I ain't no such kinda threat what-so-ever, no matter how maudlin I may sometimes be, that last line is precisely the kind of evidence of neglect the Joneses of our society, you know, the ones we're all supposed to be keepin' up with, have got to hold to their own hearts and consciences.

Where lack of awareness of a need is no longer a viable excuse for not meeting it, culpability for horrifying consequences belongs to all who allow those needs to remain unmet.

In the past we lacked knowledge, so throwin' money at health issues of any type was truly less than rational. Today, though we've certainly far more to learn about mental health issues in particular, there is no such excuse for not funding such programs adequately.

If nothing else, mayhaps the incredibly insane acts of Mr Cho will finally get PEOPLE motivated to pressure our "leaders" into straightenin' out their fiscal priorities.

I ain't really countin' on it right yet though . . .

Bushies' Big Bad Bullshit

Or: America that Might Have Been if It'd Had It's Priorities Straight

Japan will have an orbiter out there in a few years. While my awesome America will still be pumping more resources into Dick Cheney's social strata's bank accounts.

Woo fuckin' Hoo...

(and ya know they're fucking you and me and the whole freakin' species in the process...)

In the year 2007 CE, Japan is doing what NASA could've done and built upon since 30+ years ago - getting to know the moon.

Japan to launch its first lunar orbiter
By ERIC TALMADGE, Associated Press Writer 2 hours, 2 minutes ago

TOKYO - Japan is set to launch its first lunar orbiter this summer, but exploring the moon is just part of the mission.

The other goal is to catch up with China, the new leader in Asia's space race.

Japan's space agency JAXA announced last week that the much-delayed SELENE probe will be launched in August aboard an H-2A rocket, the mainstay of Japan's space program.

JAXA says the SELENE project is the largest lunar mission since the U.S. Apollo program. It involves placing a main satellite in orbit at an altitude of about 60 miles and deploying two smaller satellites in polar orbits. Researchers will use data gathered by the probes to study the moon's origin and evolution.

"This mission will involve observation of the whole moon, not just parts of it," said JAXA spokesman Satoki Kurokawa. "It is a very ambitious project."

The mission is a stepping stone in Japan's plan to more aggressively pursue space objectives — including a lunar landing and, possibly, manned missions in space. To raise public awareness, JAXA is conducting a "Wish Upon the Moon" campaign that allows people to send brief messages up with the orbiter.

Gee golly! Aren't ya glad you paid your taxes this year*?


* None the less, this is totally cool! lol! Go Homo!!!


What's a healthy difference between Desire and Fear?

'Sfar as I can tell, I don't have one . .

And that's what makes me hate me.

I'm workin' on it.

(Sorry for teh "no comments". As I say, I'm workin' on this one ...)

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


There are so many things which might touch me, if I'd let them. At times I'm glad I'm too lost in my own navel (or whatevs) to be open to them.

Still and so; here's to those who have no more tomorrows, no more todays, only memories of their lives as ingrained in the brains of the ones they've left behind.

We'll all be left behind and we'll all leave. No matter how confusing, difficult or incomprehensible our time in this space, here's to making the memories more beautiful for our part in them.


Tuesday, April 17, 2007


They say our memories are all any of us really own. Minute by minute existence rushes by us and is gone in a heart beat, or less, leaving us naught but two things: anticipation of more fleeting instants and those billions of instants gone, stored - or not - in the physiological structures of our brains.

I don't know as this path (started in earnest* at the end of last summer) will really help me resolve the craziness keeping me from a good life experience. At the very least, it's making me think and preoccupying my brain so's that it can't stay preoccupied with the kind o' crap that's been making me ever more emu since as long as I can recall.

To clarify that somewhat; blah blah blah... I can get over my history one way or another.

This tack, while a helluvalot tougher that some others I've attempted, is at least far less self-destructive.

* at least what counts for such for my incredibly lazy-assed self

Saturday, April 14, 2007

"... if the Public understood ..."

Inspired by Mando Mama's comment in the previous post, and thanks to a bit o' luck in randomized link-clickin' (appreciative nod to TMTribbles) here's an interview with Phil Plait (of Bad Astonomy blog) where he talks about the importance to our cultures' of understanding and just plain thinkin' regularly about the effects of scientific endeavours.

If "we" only knew . . .

Friday, April 13, 2007

(Yesterday Was) Yuri Gagarin Day

Two Steps Forward

One Giant Step Back

It's pretty amazing how adaptable and creative our silly yet sublime species can be. We have the ability to open nature's secrets to discover truths we'd never even imagined.

To look into the future and pull ourselves, hand over fist and tooth and nail into the most spectacular and fundamentally generative escapades.

To conquer our fears, of both simpler failure and utter annihilation, and propel ourselves into the unknown.

To be truly the most remarkable species to yet inhabit this pale blue dot amidst the cosmos.

And still do we cling to our past. To the dreams and delusions of our ancestors. Those who lacked the most basic bits of information to explain what we are and how we came to be.

As the legacy of George W Bush has been established, some of the more reactionary and paranoid of homo's visions have taken on new life; life which many of us had hoped to have seen the last of when the Soviet Empire dismantled itself in the inevitable fashion all such Top-down political structures must. Humans evolve as a species and over enormous lengths of time. Our silly thoughts and ideas can only maintain their existence for as long as we as a whole benefit from them.

It is certainly important to remember our history, and to embrace the good which has arisen from even some of the most horrifyingly naive and egotistical atrocities we once considered rationally based. Who we are is in great part the accumulation of thoughts we've had and acts we've performed.

But to go back, to idle, to rely upon concepts and beliefs which once had no empirical evidence visible to deny them; this is cowardice. This is foolishness of the most extreme nature.

It can only exist where people fear their own responsibilities will be too much for them to meet in achieving their goals.

It can only happen when people allow others to gain power over the expression of truth and the apparency of empirical reality. When people give in to fear of the responsibility we each have for our lives, regardless of whether or not we acknowledge those nearly discovered truths about reality and the universe in which we've evolved.

Today is also the anniversary of the first NASA Shuttle launch. A good idea which has stagnated and decayed rather than being expanded upon and transformed into new and better ways of explorer the Space around our planet. I love the Shuttle program for the still embryonic idea it so readily espoused that we could have simple and effective means of traveling beyond our own gravity well and out into the vast and often completely incredible expanses of space.

But it is time for something new. Again.

Patience and diligence against the reactionary politics of culture are needed now, as ever...

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Time Wins Again


For the President Who Has It All

Just a little email from my sister, D. I gots teh chuckle. So might you.
Subject: We're Off To See The Wizard

Four United States Presidents get caught up in a tornado....and off they whirled to the land of OZ.

They finally made it to the Emerald City...

...and went to find the Great Wizard.

"What brings the four of you before the great Wizard of Oz?"

Jimmy Carter stepped forward timidly: "I've come for some courage."

"No Problem!" said the Wizard. "Who's next?"

Richard Nixon stepped forward, and said:

"Well, I think I need a heart."

"Done!" says the Wizard.

"Who comes next before the Great and Powerful Oz?"

Up stepped Bush and said, "The American people say that I need a brain."

"No problem!" said the Wizard. "Consider it done.”

Then there is a great silence in the hall.

Bill Clinton is just standing there, looking around, but he doesn't say a word.

Irritated, the Wizard finally asks, "Well, what do you want?"


Monday, April 09, 2007

Money Over Matter (and Mind for that Matter. . )

My analytical skills (much less much any predilection to use 'em) are pert much in the basement for the nonce. That's a big chunk of why so much music and emo lately.

Arianna can be a flighty, immature socialite at times, but I read HuffPo cuz she's more spot-on then many o' teh wonks in our world when it comes to discussing the cultural roots of our political insanities.

To whit:
"The way I would like to proceed (in rectifying the oil lease snafu)," said (Jeff Bingaman of New Mexico), "is to find something that the administration thinks will pass muster."

Really? If what passes muster with the administration is what passes muster with the American people, Bingaman would still be in the minority in the Senate.

Feinstein, meanwhile, has endorsed the version favored by the Bush administration, which is to ask the companies to renegotiate, and, in exchange, extend their current leases without bids.

Does anybody really believe that no-bid contracts for oil companies were what the American people voted for in November? If they wanted a Senate that opened the Treasury to the oil companies and pled helplessness when asked to exercise real oversight, the voters could have left the Republicans in charge.

This story offers us a glimpse into the other side of political money. The media often treat the money race like a contest in which the total raised is the end of the story. But it's only the beginning, and until more light is shone on the paybacks, the real loser will continue to be the American people.
Not to mention our species as a whole and the planet we just may change beyond are ability to survive upon.

Good luck, eh..

Saturday, April 07, 2007

. . I done!*

Lyrics: Gabriel & Dresden ft. Molly - Tracking Treasure Down**
Lyrics taken from the: Original Club Mix

I know this will be
Something I remember in my head
Something I remember

Sharp words push me back
Hanging on to anything I can
Anything I can

Why do you tell me
Only things I want to hear
Why don'’t you tell me
This could just dissapear

At the same time
You keep tracking treasure down

Cant stop I'’m soaked tonight
Wanna find something I believe
Something I believe
Open up
Take me in
Makes no sense
Help me understand
Help me understand

Why do you tell me
Only things I want to hear
Why dont you tell me
This could just disappear

At the same time
You keep tracking treasure down

You tell me of pirate-ships and fairy-tales
You have me wishing that everything
Was real

At the same time
At the same time
You keep tracking treasure down
At the same time

Alright, alright. One more edit. Is sehr worth it, IMO.

None of those last words on this 'Tube. Enjoy though!

* Last words by the last "singer" on the track. :)

** I'm not sure but this song may be unplayable without my login/password on the site. Email me if you wanna hear it 'spite the DRM.

. . random thoughts awareness proficiency test . .


. . mere intrusions of horrors - even in joy as I'd find out, years later - into whatever Reality was; those are what focused the development of my version of that Substance of homo sapient life. My fucking perspective.

I mean, talk about emu . . pffffft! I was swimming in it.

I don't know how to say how it was that I became alive, or exactly, much less precisely, feel that I know what to do about manifesting a new reality from the strewn 'round analogs of reality which comprise the memories of the mind enskulled atop my shoulders.

At any rate, I'll never be busted doin' this.

So I guess it could be a whole lotta worse.

Friday, April 06, 2007


It can take a while, but he'll get over it* . . .

Sorry I've been so silent 'round the 'sphere y'all. I've saved a few drafts but have mostly been bouncing some things around up in me ol' silly noggin'. Plus the new shuffle and some paperback SF pulp have lent pleasantly to some of the normal, more irritating preoccupations of that organ.

Inquiries are appreciated muchly, but I'm fine. Really. And I promise to be comin' around again.



* The words to that are just too close to where I'm at to not provide 'em here.


The months go by
And I don't think of you
The signal is frail
An imprint of what you do

So I turn up the sound
And you are nowhere
I have learnt this
To my cost

But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane

The scent goes by
Still I smell of you
You say I cry
At the merest thought of you
So you let me down
To laugh at nothing
I have learnt this
For myself

But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane

So I turn up the sound
And you are nowhere
I have learnt this
To my cost

But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane

Turn down the sound
You are nowhere
You let me down
To laugh at nothing

I have learnt this
To my cost
I have learnt this
For myself

Sunday, April 01, 2007

checking a concept

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Sunday Mornin' Sodomi. . er, Sermonizin'

"Finally, God created the genital wart, and he thought that it, too,
was good. Frankly, the guy was easy to please."

How could you not be curious...