29 Aug 2011

Bytes of binary existentialism.

Thank you Boing Boingers, Cornellians and Cleverbots for blowing my mind. The tower of babble has reached new heights this day!

14 Aug 2011

John Lennon and Family propel PEACE in our present tense! (Freely for one more week)

“We are both artists! Peace is our art. We believe that because of everything I was as a Beatle and everything that we are now, we stand a chance of influencing other young people. And it is they who will rule the world tomorrow.”

“We worked for three months thinking out the most functional approach to boosting peace before we got married, and spent our honeymoon talking to the press in bed in Amsterdam,” Yoko explained. “For us, it was the only way. We can’t go out in Trafalgar Square because it would create a riot. We can’t lead a parade or a march because of all the autograph hunters. We had to find our own way of doing it, and for now Bed-Ins seem to be the most logical way. We think the Bed-In can be effective.”


13 Aug 2011

H.W.'s Aggression Will Not Stand

Food Not Bombs!!!

Dine' Games

"Dolii and Ashkii want to tell you about some of the games they play. Some of these games require no special equipment and have no special rules. They are simply a challenge to the Nature around them. Since much of their time is spent on the desert, herding sheep or gathering wood, they have learned to enjoy games in which the wind is the only opponent.

Dolii says that any day the wind may send a large rolling weed her way. (She thinks you may call this a tumble weed.) And when one comes rolling along it is the signal for a race. Dolii waits until the rolling weed is even with her. Then she runs as fast as she can, trying to outrun the wind-blown weed. When the wind is strong the weed rolls far ahead of her and it appears to be a losing race. But sometimes the wind stills for a moment. Then the rolling weed loses momentum and Dolii catches it. She wins!

Ashkii  says that often when he is out digging Yucca root to be used for soap a whirlwind blows into sight. He stops his digging and runs to meet it. With eyes tightly shut and mouth closed he jumps right into the center of the whirlwind, trying to turn as it turns. The trick is to guess the direction it will take. Sometimes it goes straight ahead. At other times it veers sharply right or left. Often it zig-zags. Always it whirls. It is no small achievement to outguess a whirlwind. Ashkii has tried many times but always, after a few turns, the whirlwind whirls away and leaves him grinning and rubbing the sand from his eyes.

Dolii and Ashkii play Shinny with other children, too.  But they agree that their best game is Sticks and Stones. Nearly all Dine' play it. Almost any number can play in a single game. First, they find a flat, round stone about seven inches in diameter. They place this on the ground and draw a large circle around it. The circle is then divided into quadrants. On the arc of each quadrant twelve pebbles are evenly spaced. At each quadrant line there is left a gap of about three inches.

The players, in turn, curl one hand around three sticks about four inches long. These sticks are half rounds with the flat side painted black. Holding the sticks directly over the flat center stone the player hits them with the palm of his hand, knocking them through to the center stone. He gets one point for every flat, or black, side of a stick that has turned upward.

Every player has a small stick for a maker. This marker is moved to the spaces between the pebbles, one space for each point. When a marker lands in a gap on the quadrant line the player gets an extra turn. But  if a marker lands in a space already occupied by another marker then the player who lands there last must return to start.

The boys go around the circle clockwise, the girls counter-clockwise. The winner is the first one to complete the circle.

 Sometimes the children play a version of the Moccasin Game. Ashkii and Dolii prefer Sticks and Stones but they want to tell you the legend of the Moccasin Game."

DINEH BADAHANI (Dine' Stories) By Winifred Fields Walters; Illustrated by Wilson S. Etcitty, 1967. Printed by the Navajo Tribal Printing Department; Window Rock, Arizona.
Pages 57-63.


Tonight i got some fantastic news from some people that help to make me who i am...

the following blogs/websites/pages also inspire me on an often daily basis:

(( 2 to 6 hours a day can be spent pressing "open all tabs" on 3 to 4 folders filled with places that have crucial and/or fascinating posts daily or weekly ))

In order of importance/fascination:

Once Upon A Time in Big Mountain, A world as We've not known
Al Gore's MindFuck - brought to you by an ESPN anchor
Nothing to do with Arbroath 
Give a Fuck Please! (possible poor translation)
/b/  (horrifying things are here next to brilliant ones so consider yourself warned)
MotherFuckin David Deery !
En Con Uno Mas

Many thanks to all you artists/writers/bloggers/commenters /programmers/trolls

Down with the Corporate Warmonger Oligarchies !!!

This planet can be paradise for the majority...

peace and growth are waiting for us to listen, act and learn !!!


10 Aug 2011

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

Hits of the Month

Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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