30 Dec 2008
The decentralized possibilities of open-source electrical portals have decimated the authority of newspapers and broadcast networks.
For the first time in the history of humanity, a single person is capable of articulating their reality, art and opinions to the rest of the people on our planet.
With the development of blogs and vlogs the notion of front-page headline news is fading as we all explore the limits and possibilities of a global dialogue for growth and change.
Here is the latest contribution from a person that inspires me with their perspectives.
The XOLAGRAFIK Diaries [ep1: "Cambiando"] from nezua on Vimeo.
then stroll down the streets of our cities and observe what eight years of Republican rule have done for the lives of people of color... who are likely getting their insufficient paychecks from white Republican bosses.
It isn't relevant or enlightening to have a white Republican pretend he is Al Sharpton and complaining that our President-Elect is not "authentically black".
Authentic blackness is a racist concept.
If you are going to introduce "Authenticity "
~ ((Genuineness; the quality of being genuine or not corrupted from the original.))
into someone's skin color...
it is definitely not funny.
"Barack the Magic Negro lives in D.C.
The L.A. Times, they called him that
'Cause he's not authentic like me.
Yeah, the guy from the L.A. paper
Said he makes guilty whites feel good
They'll vote for him, and not for me
'Cause he's not from the hood.
See, real black men, like Snoop Dog,
Or me, or Farrakhan
Have talked the talk, and walked the walk.
Not come in late and won!
Oh, Barack the Magic Negro, lives in D.C.
The L.A. Times, they called him that
'Cause he's black, but not authentically.
Some say Barack's "articulate"
And bright and new and "clean"
The media sure loves this guy,
A white interloper's dream!
But, when you vote for president,
Watch out, and don't be fooled!
Don't vote the Magic Negro in
’Cause I won’t have nothing after all these years of sacrifice
And I won’t get justice. This is about justice. This isn’t about me, it’s about justice.
It’s about buffet. I don’t have no buffet and there won’t be any church contributions,
And there’ll be no cash in the collection plate.
There ain’t gonna be no cash money, no walkin’ around money, no phoning money.
Now, Barack going to come in here and …….."
I will bet the farm that if you think there is any humor in that parody,
you also don't care that we have killed over one million men, women and children in Iraq for the past six years.
Or that one in four of every person incarcerated on planet Earth is an American.
Or that Bush stole two elections and is a war criminal.
The only reason I even know this piece or crap song exists is that some racist is trying to rule the R.N.C. and used it as propaganda to rally a dead party to his side.
27 Dec 2008
Beginning of an end for Winter Solstice
while Bush still burns and Obama surfs divine waves
I dream of my lost libido
Found... sitting on a bureau in the hallway of a lady,
in a clear glass vial.
i pick it up
recognizing it with a smile
even though I had never seen it before.
Knowing it was there empowered me with blissful confidence
that i shared with the friends and strangers surrounding me
in a growing crescendo of pleasure
that only ended when I awoke
in the early morning,
Marine Corps Hymn in "original" English, "Translated from the Dine' " English, and then the language of the Dine'
From the Halls of Montezuma We have conquered our enemies Nin hokeh bi-kheh a-na-ih-la
To the Shores of Tripoli; All over the world Ta-al-tso-go na-he-seel-kai
We fight our country's battles On land and on sea Nih-bi-kah-gi do tah kah-gi
In the air, on land and sea; Everywhere we fight Ta-al-tso-go en-da-de-pah
First to fight for right and freedom True and loyal to our duty Tsi-di-da-an-ne ne-tay-yah
And to keep our honor clean; We are know by that Ay be nihe hozeen
We are proud to claim the title United States Marines Washindon be Akalh Bi-kosi-la
of United States Marine. To be one is a great thing. Ji-lengo ba-hozhon
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze Our flag waves Ni-he da-na-ah-taj ihla
From dawn to setting sun; From dawn to setting sun. Yel khol-go e-e-ah
We have fought in ev'ry clime and place We have fought every place Day-ne tal-al-tso go enta-she-jah
Where we could take a gun; where we could take a gun Tal-tso-go entas-se-pah
In the snow of far-off Northern lands From northern lands Ha-kaz dineh-ih be-hay-jah
And in sunny tropic scenes; To southern tropic scenes, Ado ta aokhek-ash-shen
You will find us always on the job-- We are known to be tireless Do ni-din-da-hi ol-yeh
The United States Marines. The United States Marines Washindon be Akalh-bi Khos "
Here's health to you and to our Corps May we live in peace hereafter Hozo-go nay-yeltay to
Which we are proud to serve We have conquered all our foes, A-na-oh bi-keh de-dlihn
In many a strife we've fought for life No force in the world we cannot conquer, Ni-hi-keh di-dlini ta-etin
And never lost our nerve; We know of no fear Yeh-wol-ye hi-he a-din
If the Army and the Navy If the Army and the Navy Sila-go-tsoi do chah-lakai
Ever look on Heaven's scenes; Ever look on Heaven's scenes, Ya-ansh-go das dez e e
They will find the streets are guarded United States Marines will be Washindon be Akalh-bi Kosi la
By United States Marines there Living in peace. Hozo-g-kay-ha-tehn
(Translated by Jimmy King)
The Number One issue decided by participants in polling on Obama's website
is the legalization of ganja.
Meanwhile, in the list of topic selections for "AGENDA" on the same site
there is no link to anything resembling "Drug Policy"
23 Dec 2008
"The system that envelopes us becomes normal by its mere mass, its ubiquitous messages, its sheer noise. Our society faces what William Burroughs called a biologic crisis -- "like being dead and not knowing it."
The unwitting dead -- universities, newspapers, publishing houses, institutes, councils, foundations, churches, political parties -- reach out from the past to rule us with fetid paradigms from the bloodiest and most ecologically destructive century of human existence. . .
Yet even as we complain about and denounce the entropic culture in which we find ourselves, we are unable bury it. We speak of a new age but make endless accommodations with the old. We are overpowered and afraid.
We find ourselves condoning things simply because not to do so means we would then have to -- at unknown risk -- truly challenge them.
To accept the full consequences of the degradation of the environment, the explosion of incarceration, the creeping militarization, the dismantling of democracy, the commodification of culture, the contempt for the real, the culture of impunity among the powerful and the zero tolerance towards the weak, requires a courage that seems beyond us. We do not know how to look honestly at the wreckage without an overwhelming sense of surrender; far easier to just keep dancing and hope someone else fixes it all.
Yet, in a perverse way, our predicament makes life simpler. We have clearly lost what we have lost. We can give up our futile efforts to preserve the illusion and turn our energies instead to the construction of a new time.
It is this willingness to walk away from the seductive power of the present that first divides the mere reformer from the rebel -- the courage to emigrate from one's own ways in order to meet the future not as an entitlement but as a frontier.
How one does this can vary markedly, but one of the bad habits we have acquired from the bullies who now run the place is undue reliance on traditional political, legal and rhetorical tools. Politically active Americans have been taught that even at the risk of losing our planet and our democracy, we must go about it all in a rational manner, never raising our voice, never doing the unlikely or trying the improbable, let alone screaming for help.
We have lost much of what was gained in the 1960s and 1970s because we traded in our passion, our energy, our magic and our music for the rational, technocratic and media ways of our leaders. We will not overcome the current crisis solely with political logic. We need living rooms like those in which women once discovered they were not alone. The freedom schools of SNCC. The politics of the folk guitar. The plays of Vaclav Havel. The pain of James Baldwin. The laughter of Abbie Hoffman. The strategy of Gandhi and King. Unexpected gatherings and unpredicted coalitions.
People coming together because they disagree on every subject save one: the need to preserve the human. Savage satire and gentle poetry. Boisterous revival and silent meditation. Grand assemblies and simple suppers."
~ Sam Smith
"Every time we slip effortlessly into a daydream, a distinct pattern of brain areas is activated, which is known as the default network. Studies show that this network is most engaged when people are performing tasks that require little conscious attention, such as routine driving on the highway or reading a tedious text. Although such mental trances are often seen as a sign of lethargy - we are staring haplessly into space - the cortex is actually very active during this default state, as numerous brain regions interact. Instead of responding to the outside world, the brain starts to contemplate its internal landscape. This is when new and creative connections are made between seemingly unrelated ideas.
"When you don't use a muscle, that muscle really isn't doing much of anything," says Dr. Marcus Raichle, a neurologist and radiologist at Washington University who was one of the first scientists to locate the default network in the brain. "But when your brain is supposedly doing nothing and daydreaming, it's really doing a tremendous amount. We call it the 'resting state,' but the brain isn't resting at all."
20 Dec 2008
Bush Insider Who Planned To Tell All Killed In Plane Crash: Non-Profit Demands Full Federal Investigation
9 Dec 2008
It is a lie, and only succeeds in death, subjugation and destruction of our society and environment.
If you group all of the prisoners on planet Earth, one out of four of them is incarcerated by the U.S.A.
8 Dec 2008
...Perhaps "the bulk of the organic molecules necessary for life's origins were (created) by oceanic impacts of extraterrestrial objects," Furukawa and colleagues say in the current edition of the journal Nature Geoscience. Most asteroids contain some carbon, the basic element in organic molecules. So the researchers investigated whether an asteroid impact could serve as a chemistry lab for cooking up the ingredients for living tissues, the "pre-biotic soup" that some biologists suggest led to life.
..."This report lends support to the exciting hypothesis that terrestrial planets and icy moons are predisposed to origins of life" delivered by carbon-rich meteorite impacts, says astrobiologist Lisa Pratt of Indiana University in Bloomington. The new study has the "unexpected twist" of adding newly formed organic molecules from the impact event to any matter already inside the meteorite, Pratt says. "The long list of ingredients in pre-biotic soup just got longer." ~ Dan Vergano
5 Dec 2008
He went on to translate it into an english equivalent, " I am not superstitious because it gives you bad luck."
This logic has entertained me for a few years now... if it is true at all than it negates itself!
4 Dec 2008
Howard Zinn on patriotism
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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