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If you see my wife out and about today, say “Hey Nurse Jenny!” She passed her NCLEX and is now officially an RN!
Playing with iSight and PhotoBooth on my new Macbook. It’s grainy because it’s dark in here.
From the questions that bother me department.
Why don’t we have an Easter Chicken, since we hunt for eggs on Easter? Where the hell does that Bunny get those eggs? He sure doesn’t shit them out.
Hello, hello–Is this thing on?
Sorry about the lack of posting, but I haven’t been well. Dental problems. A mouth full of pain isn’t real conducive to wanting to do much of anything.
But, I’m back–let the blogging begin.
Because I’m lazy this week:
50 Clever Tutorials and Techniques on Traditional Drawing | Tutorials | Smashing Magazine
Obama administration continues Bush administration’s policies–where’s the outrage from the people who were against them when Bush was in pwoer?
U.S. Says Rendition to Continue, but With More Oversight – NYTimes.com
Lawless Surveillance, Warrantless Rationales
Where’s the change?
Again, those who think voting matters in a system where special interests control the government, get ther silly hopes dashed.
Another Wednesday, more wackiness.
Museum of Broken Relationships
Weird woeful stories of broken relationships, like this one.
20 years
Ljubljana, SloveniaThe divorce day garden dwarf. He arrived in a new car. Arrogant, shallow and heartless. The dwarf was closing the gate that he had destroyed himself some time ago. At that moment it flew over to the windscreen of the new car, rebounded and landed on the asphalt surface. It was a long loop, drawing an arc of time – and this short long arc defined the end of love.
What could be a wackier way to start off my wacky Wednesday posts than The Principia Discordia–the online version.
some of the wisdom contained therein:
A ZEN STORY
by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker CabalA serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America
confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself
the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled.
One night in a
coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him, “go to the dilapidated
mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do
not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon
rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main
hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast
corner, face the corner, and meditate.”
He did just as the Zen Master
instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He
worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the
second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on.
He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He
worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him.His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his
faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people
walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting
there was. The second replied “Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is
a shithead.”
Hearing this, the man was enlightened
Much more on the site, and it’s just utterly crazy, and mind blowing.
Mind the fnors. All Hail Eris!
Merce Cunningham Dies – ArtsBeat Blog – NYTimes.com
Mr. Cunningham ranks with Isadora Duncan, Serge Diaghilev, Martha Graham and George Balanchine in making people rethink the essence of dance and choreography, posing a series of “But” and “What if?” questions over a career of nearly seven decades.
He was a friend and colleague of John Cage, and my favorite artist–Jasper Johns.
