Sunsetting on Flickr – Photo Sharing!
Ξ November 21st, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Arts, Photography |
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[ Sunsetting - Jon Wild ]
[ Sunsetting - Jon Wild ]
No Music Day
Ξ November 21st, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Music |
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The Jazz House :-
Today's programme is a No Music Day Special. Stephen Duffy's guests include musician/artist Bill Drummond (KLF Foundation), illustrator David Shrigley, jazz dancer Rosina Bonsu and Arts Editor for the Herald Keith Bruce. No Music Police will be keeping a check across the city to see if No Music Day is being observed. Our Pocket Legend is Norman Granz. No music but expect analysis, jazz poetry, art, lyrics, improvisation and beyond!
amazon.com/review/product/B00032G1S0/ref=cm_cr_pr_redirect
Ξ November 21st, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Misc |
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Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately dairy-house decree:
Where Alf, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man,
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
the sacred cows wandered and fed,
And there were gardens bright with soft young grass,
Where blossomed many a pound of fresh-churned butter;
And casein scents filled the air,
Engorging the nostrils of naughty milk-maids.
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian milk-maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Cottage Cheese.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dairy in air,
That sunny dome! those cows of wonder!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Moo! Moooo!
Her flashing eyes, her swinging udder!
Weave a circle round her thrice,
And squeeze the teats with care,
For she on sweet grass hath fed,
And produced the Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon,
128 fl oz, of Paradise.
-- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1816 [via. Debunker]
voltairine de cleyre, extreme virtue
Ξ November 20th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Politics and Society |
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Ah, once to stand unflinchingly on the brink of that dark gulf of passions and desires, once at last to send a bold, straight-driven gaze down into the volcanic Me, once, and in that once, and in that once forever, to throw off the command to cover and flee from the knowledge of that abyss, - nay, to dare it to hiss and seethe if it will, and make us writhe and shiver with its force! Once and forever to realize that one is not a bundle of well-regulated little reasons bound up in the front room of the brain to be sermonized and held in order with copy-book maxims or moved and stopped by a syllogism, but a bottomless, bottomless depth of all strange sensations, a rocking sea of feeling wherever sweep strong storms of unaccountable hate and rage, invisible contortions of disappointment, low ebbs of meanness, quakings and shudderings of love that drives to madness and will not be controlled, hungerings and moanings and sobbings that smite upon the inner ear, now first bent to listen, as if all the sadness of the sea and the wailing of the great pine forests of the North had met to weep together there in that silence audible to you alone. To look down upon that, to know the blackness, the midnight, the dead ages in oneself, to feel the jungle and the beast within, - and the swamp and the slime, and the desolate desert of the heart's despair - to see, to know, to feel to the uttermost, - and then to look at one's fellow, sitting across from one in the street-car, so decorous, so well got up, so nicely combed and brushed and oiled and to wonder what lies beneath that commonplace exterior, - to picture the cavern in him which somewhere far below has a narrow gallery running into your own - to imagine the pain that racks him to the finger-tips perhaps while he wears that placid ironed-shirt-front countenance - to conceive how he too shudders at himself and writhes and flees from the lava of his heart and aches in his prison-house not daring to see himself - to draw back respectfully from the Self-gate of the plainest, most unpromising creature, even from the most debased criminal in oneself - to spare all condemnation (how much more trial and sentence) because one knows the stuff of which man is made and recoils at nothing since all is in himself, - this is what Anarchism may mean to you. It means that to me.
And then, to turn cloudward, starward, skyward, and let the dreams rush over one - no longer awed by outside powers of any order - recognizing nothing superior to oneself - painting, painting endless pictures, creating unheard symphonies that sing dream sounds to you alone, extending sympathies to the dumb brutes as equal brothers, kissing the flowers as one did when a child, letting oneself go free, go free beyond the bounds of what fear and custom call the "possible," - this too Anarchism may mean to you, if you dare apply it so. And if you do some day, - if sitting at your work-bench, you see a vision of surpassing glory, some picture of that golden time when there shall be no prisons on the earth, nor hunger, nor houselessness, nor accusation, nor judgment, and hearts open as printed leaves, and candid as fearlessness, if then you look across at your low-browed neighbor, who sweats and smells and curses at his toil, - remember that as you do not know his depth neither do you know his height. He too might dream if the yoke of custom and law and dogma were broken from him. Even now you know not what blind, bound, motionless chrysalis is working there to prepare its winged thing.
--Voltairine de Cleyre [Anarchism]
I recently read a review of
Ξ November 20th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Misc |
I recently read a review of a newly published collection of de Clayre's work, in which the reviewer made the claim that she wasn't an original thinker; that what she did was take the ideas of others and redraft them in a more easily digestible form. That is to say, she was a parrot, albeit a very prettily worded one. To me, nothing could seem further from the truth, and to suggest so really only illustrates the reviewer's lack of understanding of her depth of it.
She is one of the few people I have read who enumerates genuine compassion and common sense* as essential virtues necessary for the development and furtherance of an anarchist society. Without the former, it would be a hateful thing; without the latter,it simply cannot be.
Others have their pet theories as to the best economic system and abstract ideas as to how things must be, replete with jargon resplendent in its complexity and disdain for those of the out-group (that they write endlessly about), often seeming far more interested in proving themselves correct than they are in being right. Others, indeed, have compassion as their Cause, engaging in recreational rebellion and conspicuous pappier-mache concern. Yet others engage in the common-sense** exaltation of the postmodernist freedoms-from of the individual, railing against The Man--yet ironically, in doing so, joining in a movement fostered by neoliberalism and ultimately more beneficial to its cause than that of the disenfranchised classes.
Few however, really dare see the shape of things with the humility without which it can never be much more than a petty projection of preconceptions and dreams.
* As the term is normally understood, not Gramsci's definition.
** This time I do mean Gramsci's one.
TOKYO DAMAGE REPORT: japan, punk, hentai, engrish, goth, robot, kogal, otak
Ξ November 17th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Regional |
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THE AUTOPSY REPORT OF DROWNING SHRIMP
The Intersection: Cyclone Sidr: Category 5
Ξ November 15th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Science |
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The Joint Typhoon Warning Center finally gave in and rated the storm at 135 knots--or 155 mile per hour winds. This is the cutoff for Category 5. There may be some weakening by landfall, but what we're expecting is a borderline Cat 4/Cat 5 striking along the path shown above. You've gotta figure the storm surge is going to be more than 20 feet.
The Intersection: Time To Panic Over Cyclone Sidr
Ξ November 15th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Regional, Science |
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Okay, it is time to get alarmist here. The Joint Typhoon Warning Center just released its latest forecast, and this storm still hasn't weakened as has been so endlessly predicted. Instead, it is still a strong Category 4--130 knot winds, or almost 150 miles per hour--according to JTWC. And frankly, the automated Advanced Dvorak Technique says the storm is a Category 5 and still intensifying.
This is a nightmare unfolding. The official landfall prediction from JTWC--like we trust them--is 115 knots, or weak Category 4. This is a storm that needs to be evacuated from, but I have no idea whether that is taking place on the ground. And as for weakening--yeah, that may well happen before landfall, but we're talking about a landfall 24 hours from now. And this storm is whipping up waves of 40 feet or more right now.
This looks bad. Really bad."
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MollysBlog
Ξ November 13th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Politics and Society |
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via Bob
bnarchives.yorku.ca/1/02/040813BN_Dominant_Capital_&_the_New_Wars_(1PageVie…
Ξ November 12th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Science |
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In our view, the alternative is to think not of accumulation and power, but of accumulation as power. The Marxist belief, according to which surplus value is first `produced' by industrial capitalists and then `redistributed' through intra-class power struggle among the different fractions of the capitalist class, is a grand myth which has run its course. Instead, we argue that all capitalized earnings, regardless of their `source,' are reflections/expressions of power--the power of capitalists to shape and transform the course of society to their own ends. What is being `capitalized,' always, is not abstract labour, but power itself.
And since power, by its very nature, is differential, so is accumulation. This is the crux of the matter.