Saturday, May 21, 2005



Dubious Vuokho abort · I vow pulumchva as oval
tubular sobbing skuas · who wobbly factions ibtida
go origami atavist · rival ovoid wog

A logical conundrum my Significant Half got for philosophy class:

"The Norwegian lives in the first house. The man who smokes Luckys drinks orange juice. The man in the red house is English. The Spaniard has a dog. The green house lies to the right of the ivory house. The man who smokes Old Golds has a snail. The man who smokes Kools lives in the yellow house. The man who drinks coffee lives in the green house. The man who smokes Chesterfields lives next to the man who has a fox. The man who drinks milk lives in the third house. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house. The Japanese smokes Parliament. The Ukrainian drinks tea. The man who smokes Kools lives next to the man who has a horse.

Who has the zebra, and who drinks wine?"

Solution tomorrow.

Smashup D*rby. (via M*tafilt*r)

Friday, May 20, 2005

    "The Solid Idols"

waiting for democracy to fall
waiting for
waiting for democracy to fall

you work on your art
and I'll work on my hobby
waiting for democracy to fall

all of the people they'd punish
we must be pretty far down
turn off the sound and pretend as
democracy takes a dive

glued to the spectacle gladly
waiting for democracy to fall
waiting for
the winners
the winner to be proclaimed"

--Lor*tta Mod*rn

Kazakhstan Idol downloads.

Pollution L*v*l Orang*.

Happy Bonxdorfing. (scroll down)

On my victrola: Taraf d* Haidouks.

"Attend.There is a banquet in the inner room:
Shall we remove the plate?

Varin.    Leave it alone:
Wine in the cups, the spicy meats uncovered,
And the round lamps each with a star of flame
Upon their brink; let winds begot on roses,
And grey with incense, rustle through the silk
And velvet curtains: then set all the windows,
The doors and gates, wide open; let the wolves,
Foxes, and owls, and snakes, come in and feast;
Let the bats nestle in the golden bowls,
The shaggy brutes stretch on the velvet couches,
The serpent twine him o'er and o'er the harp's
Delicate chords:--to Night, and all its devils,
We do abandon this accursed house."

--Th* S*cond Broth*r

Still at it.


tomorrow call this a fall · dark and guard autumn sky spirit
mossy sounds all that's not lost · and i could almost cry radint
in smoking ruins my words rail · against you liars

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Cut* ali*nation.

"Bashshar, and Abu Tammam after him, were leading pioneers in the badi' style. Badi' can be translated as 'new', 'discovered', or 'invented'. In poetry, it refers to the ornate style using rhetorical figures that became fashionable from the beginning of the 'Abbasid period onwards. At the same time a debate began between the qudama (the 'Ancients') and the muhadathun (the 'Moderns') over the merits of this newfangled fancy poetry as against the sort of poetry produced by the Jahili poets and their imitators in the early 'Abbasid period. However, as we shall see, even those who defended the new style in poetry customarily defended it by claiming that it was not really new and by finding ancient precedents for the rhetorical figures favoured by badi' poets."

--Night & Hors*s & th* D*s*rt

"...if I was interested in narrative and tonal variety per se, and I wanted to say something to my culture on any sort of scale, I'd go write for The Sopranos."

Wednesday, May 18, 2005


Oh, that hat...

Cicatrixity is a philosophy of allowing things you find to stay that way without changing or improving, as my old car still sports its stuck-on signs that i hardly would plant on my own. Torn or stain-brandishing clothing--but also (possibly) to go along with a typo.

This is a path toward humility.

Latt*s in Riyadh. (via Robot Wisdom)


Cadillac radint idol · I gloomy planlingvoj carbs act
pry catastrophic id · rig anticommunism stand
birddog odium sounds sly zij · agar glows mossy

Fargo Rock City.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

$4 a gallon. (via R*b*cca's Pock*t)

"Revenge of the Sith is about how a republic dismantles its own democratic principles, about how politics becomes militarized, about how a Manichaean ideology undermines the rational exercise of power. Mr. Lucas is clearly jabbing his light saber in the direction of some real-world political leaders. At one point, Darth Vader, already deep in the thrall of the dark side and echoing the words of George W. Bush, hisses at Obi-Wan, 'If you're not with me, you're my enemy.' Obi-Wan's response is likely to surface as a bumper sticker during the next election campaign: 'Only a Sith thinks in absolutes.' " (via This Mod*rn World)

"O Portius, is there not some chosen cure,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heav'n,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?"

--Jos*ph Addison, Cato (1713)

"The Umayyad poets took for granted the superiority of those who had gone before them. Thus Farazdaq, when commenting on the inferior poetry of a contemporary rival, declared that
    'Poetry was once a magnificent camel. Then, one day, it was slaughtered. So Imr’ul Qays came and took his head, 'Amr ibn Kulthum took his hump, Zuhayer the shouldrs, al-A'sha and Nabigha the thighs, and Tarafa and Labid the stomach. There remained only the forearms and the offal, which we split among ourselves. The butcher then said, "Hey you, there remains only the blood and impurities. See that I get them." "They are yours," we replied. So we took the stuff, cooked it, ate it and excreted it. Your verses are from the excrement of that butcher.' --Cited in Tarif Khalidi, Arabic Historical Thought"

--Night & Hors*s & th* D*s*rt

Monday, May 16, 2005

    "In the Scottsville Cemetery

Mutter of geese drifts across blithe sunshine,
the placid stones all gradually losing their words.
Poetry, here, for a while adorns the granite
termini of separate settings-forth.

Someone has hacked off the outstretched hand
of the famous angel weeping over a tomb.
Their angels would not weep, being assured;
but the thought of such a veshch, affects us most.

Go, angel, mourn; the sort of fervid Christians
we have anymore, are not this landscape's ornament:
where faith burns high, the censor and the fist
of theocracy now fulminates--and sneers."

--Yvonn* Drywall

You scored as Postmodernist. Postmodernism is the belief in complete open interpretation. You see the universe as a collection of information with varying ways of putting it together. There is no absolute truth for you; even the most hardened facts are open to interpretation. Meaning relies on context and even the language you use to describe things should be subject to analysis.



Cultural Creative














What is Your World View? (corrected...hopefully)
created with

Druid King.

Orb Th*ory.

Fisch*r Random.


I hardly watch a film now without putting on oddly contrasting music; i call this art of matching, zi. Its old words i mostly don't want to know. Too obvious, and usually banal signals to what i should think of it. If our films last at all, probably in a short form and with varying music.

Sunday, May 15, 2005


Riding dictionary add · I an ugly idiom wink
occult stir rind forlorn snow · badly arroyo zymurgic
raining adlib adorn sing ban · snood bug Ogpu flaw