Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I was with Gene Hackman investigating a crime. It was nighttime and rainy. There was a car in front of me and to the left, a large brick wall, presumably a building. Gene Hackman was looking in the car. I knew then that the victim was Lou Ferrigno. He had a hole in his head made from a projectile from a gun. We were suspicious that he had deliberatey made said hole in his head. He might have wanted to die that bad. Hereafter, Gene Hackman was replaced by Tom Hanks.
We aimlessely ambled around the scene. I felt that something was going to happen. If Lou had been murdered, I felt that the perpetrators were going to return. A Volkswagen drove into the parking lot. The VW was dark blue. It looked like a golf. It was old and shitty. The driver looked like Kurt Rambis. He sped into the parking lot and did a single loop. The ground was still wet and had a layer of leaves. The leaves had been there a while. I was nervous that this blue fucker would spin and hit me. That would make 2 dead bodies. Which is 2 too many.
The next step in the investigation process was autopsy of poor Lou. I materialized in the autopsy clinic. It looked like Club Photo, which is to say a photo factory. There were autopsies going on all over the building. I didn't think to estimate, but I would assume there were hundreds. I was working with two people at first. They were both adult females. One was wearing teal scrubs with a lab coat on top. The other, just teal scrubs. The floor was made of small white tiles. They were wet. On the tile floor was the body of Lou Ferrigno. His body didn't have a skeleton. The body resembled a manta ray in texture. In color, it resembled Bart Simpson.
The woman wearing teal scrubs sans lab coat, as it turned out, was the assistant. The lab coat meant, 'above assistant.' Doctor, I presume. The assistant reached down and grabbed Lou. The top of his head had been removed, naturally, to get to his brain and skull. Some of his hair was still present, his hairline and an inch. Eyes, gone. Teeth, gone. Nose, gone. The assistant grabbed the top part of Lou's head, and I could see inside the skin outer of his head. It was bloody but empty. The 'assistant plus-1,' or doctor, now approached Lou's body from his feet. He had butcher paper from his chest down. She pushed on his chest with two hands. Lou's mouth let out a noise. It was a mixture of a cough and a loud exhale. It sounded like Lou might still be alive. The noise told me a clear thing. The doctor had just emptied Lou's lungs.
The doctor walked off. She had more important things to attend to than Lou Ferrigno's remains, especially now that his lungs were empty.
As soon as she walked off, Lou began to twitch. He then began to slide around on the wet tile floor. I knew that this happens when people die. They twitch a little. Lou didn't want to twitch just a little. He wanted to twitch a lot. He twitched so much it wasn't twitching anymore. He was now doing full sit-ups. In between his sit-ups, Lou would slide around on the tile like a manta ray on a slick boat surface. Lou's eyes were back where they belonged. In his eye sockets. Or at least his eyelids.
While Lou was being mischevious, I thought about how unprepared I was to control an active cadaver, especially when that cadaver once earned the moniker Mr. Universe. The assistant's face was saying something when I looked at in dismay. It said, 'It's my first day and I'm unprepared to control an active cadaver, especially when that cadaver once earned the moniker Mr. Universe.' We were in agreement.
Luckily, at another autopsy station, there was a young lady who knew what to do. She was wearing coffee-colored scrubs. Her hair was black. She was beautiful. Her idea was to speak with Lou, or Lou's cadaver, and request that it/he follow the rules we had set for it/he.
"No te muevas."
No se movio.
No decia ni una palabra.
After Lou calmed down, I fell through the canopy of a dense jungle. My estimate at the time was 100 feet. This seemed sufficiently extreme. I wasn't alone in my descension. In fact, I estimated that I had 100 fellow fallers. We all looked like shitty hippie kids. I was disappointed in the crowd. I was disappointed in myself as well.
I landed on the forest floor. The trees and shrubbery told me it was a tropical jungle. No one had jackets, and we weren't prepared for any of this madness. Some people had broken arms. Some people, legs. Others, dead. Still others, trapped in an interesting contraption.
Somehow a few people had been caught in cylindrical cages. There were at least two of them. The cages were hung horizontally, which is to say that the face of the base was perpindicular to the plane of the ground. The people were somehow suspended in a Superman pose through the middle of the cylinders, as if they were the central axis. Their hands were bound in shackles in front of their heads, and their feet the same. The bases were constructed of wood. The cylinder, of chickenwire. The contraptions looked like that from which one picks a bingo ball out.
We all got our wits about us. At least, those who were able got our wits about us. We then began to move. We were moving somewhat like a pack. A pack of shitty hippie kids. I didn't know where we were going. On the other hand, I knew where to go. In what seemed like a very short moment, we reached the edge of the jungle. At the end of the jungle was the beginning of something else. The something else was a backyard.
The backyard was fancifully decorated with shrubs. The shrubs weren't like most shrubs. They had been cut into familiar shapes. I don't remember any of the shapes that the shrubs were cut into. There was also a small labyrinth, with shrubs serving as walls. It wasn't hard to get out of. The proprietor of this home was standing on a platform, about 18 feet above us. He was wearing a traditional black tuxedo. The platform was a kind of back porch to his house.
At that point, I realized that he had us drop into the jungle for some sort of entertainment. I felt that that was a pretty evil thing to do.
Next, I was with my dad and brother. We were in a convertable car, talking but not driving. My brother's friend David Mills had offered me a ticket to a San Antonio Spurs basketball game. I had accepted the offer from David Mills. I was excited about going to the arena and seeing the basketball game.
As we began to drive, I realized something. I realized that David Mills and his Spurs game was in Pflugerville. This helped me realize that I was in San Antonio. I knew that Pflugerville was over an hour from San Antonio. Realizing this made me upset and I shared my anger with my brother and father.
I was in the passenger seat with my brother in the back. My dad was at the wheel. Our convertable was white on the outside and tan on the inside.
When I shared my frustrating news with my dad, he began to drive really fast. He was, of course, driving in reverse. We hurdled our way through a pedestrian mall faster than I felt comfortable going. Soon, I was terrified. Going in reverse was bad enough, I thought. At least you could slow down. Eventually, I was screaming for him to become more reasonable with his velocity, which implies speed and direction.
Before long, we hit a jump of sorts. In all likelihood, it wasn't deliberatly constructed for the sake of reverse drivers and their thrills. Regardless, it served as physics commanded, and we went flying. As we went over the jump, I realized that we were probably going to miss the bridge I saw in front of us. We did. My dad somehow made the leap, though, from the open convertable car to the safety of the bridge. I didn't make it. My brother didn't make it.
Can you guess what it is that we fell into? That fucking jungle.
My brother and I both fell through the canopy. He got caught in a tree with broken bones. I also got caught up there in the trees. I looked around and noticed a familiar face in the cylindrical traps. It was a teacher that I taught with at Allan Elementary. Her hands were out in front of her face, shackled. Her feet were in the customary place, also shackled.
Somehow I was able to make it up to where she was. I was now very close to the bridge that my dad and others were on. One of the others was my mom. They were peering over the bridge at me while I approached the teacher. I felt an unavoidable desire to comfort her. I didn't realize how silly this seems given the circumstance. Regardless, I reached in her cage and grabbed her shackled hand. It was exactly the way I remember it in real life. I bent down and kissed the top of her hand.
I knew that the people on the bridge appreciated that I'd done that.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The lady made me fill out paperwork.
I filled out that paperwork.
Truth was the name of the game on the paperwork.
I waited and wished I hadn't gotten the extra shot.
I had been offered an extra shot I didn't need.
She told me I should get it.
I wavered but caved.
The lady called my name.
I approached the counter.
She told me the cost was $54.00.
Then she told me there was an injection fee.
That fee would be $17.00.
I told her I would take the shot.
But I told her I didn't want the injection.
She made a screw face.
It said, "I'm confused."
Field Roast Veggie Meats-Recipes and such
IDEN Network-International Democratic Schools
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The new blog is on Word Press.
Praveen and I started a media collective a couple of years back. I haven't contributed substantially in a while. For me, it's been a bit dormant, so to speak.
With this blog, it's back...with a vengeance...with interest...with a new look...and new goals.
Here it is:
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
-1/4 can garbanzo beans
-1/4 can red kidney beans
-1/4 can butter beans
-1/4 can corn
-1/8 red onion
-2 stalks asparagus
-1/4 bell pepper
-2 serrano peppers
-1/2 anaheim pepper
-1/2 pink lady apple
-2 slices canned beets
-black pepper and a little Italian Dressing.
-5 carrot sticks
-1 cup 100% grape juice
I put this up here solely because it looks and tastes so damn fresh, healthy and good.
Frank Sinatra's My Way
And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.
LD-50 Test, Lethal Dost 50
LC 50 Test, Lethal Concentration 50
AAVS-American Anti-Vivisection Society
Fixed Dose Procedure
PERSON (not related to veganism, rather philosophy/goverment/socialism)
-End Poverty in California movement-was an effort for well-known muckraking writer and former Socialist Upton Sinclair to implement Socialist reforms through California's Democratic Party during the Great Depression by recruiting supporters into the party and then securing that party's nomination for Governor of California.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Recite Trina lyrics.
Me tellin you muthafuckas off.
This list to be continued.
Notes-Read about Che's idea, The New Man.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Pages 38, 20, 1
"I want to play hide the salami as I bury 8 inches up your juicy twat."
"It’s like hotels using the first 3 letters of your name as the password for voice mail."
"Like "come here Tonya and do a triple flip on my dick" Plus hell after she was done sucking your dick you could rate her and then she would do it all over again to try and get that perfect 10."
"I still had 60 miles to go to get home."
"Somewhere around 30 minutes into our game‚ I exploded."
"Tonya had met me there at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and I propositioned her for five hundred dollars."
"At the bigining of this long 13 hour flight I had no choice but to strike up a conversation with Tonya."
"They were as close to a 69 position as could be while still skating."
"I could tell she was used to giving head even at her tender age of 15."
"After about 2–3 minutes of that she looked up at me and told me she wanted me in her ass‚ so she got ontop of the man and put him inside her pussy and then told me to come from behind and fuck her in the ass."
"about 15 minutes later she looked and said‚ "Its time for the part you’ve been wanting" and with that she inched her way back up until her hot pussy was hanging directly ove my dick."
"This went on for about 30 minutes and I told her 'My Turn.'"
"So I took option number 3; I fucked the hell out of her."
"the numbers come out 5.2‚ 5.3‚ 5.8. but I’m giving her a hard 7.5."
"It took no longer than 5 minutes before I came and she swallowed it down like sugar candy."
"After we finished our food‚ we went to a movie – where there was about 25 people there."
"I stiffened with the dread of things to come as a bus pulled to a stop 50 yards away."
"I'd been waiting for 20 minutes, standing silently by the sidewalk under dripping alder branches."
"She made a half frantic move to escape, slapped and clawed at me hard, dug into my shoulder with $2 nails."
"I don’t even know how it happened or why‚ but now‚ some 20 years later‚ I know I’m glad it happened."
"You the one with the ’67 ’stang?"
"Hell‚ I must have spent 2 hours in that shop going over every little detail of that engine."
"Only having 35 minutes until I had to be back to the newsroom‚ I quickly conducted my interview. "
"In a lame attempt to make up for my blatant staring‚ I send over a 7&7."
"As I recoup for another go‚ they continue to sixty nine for 20 minutes straight."
"Traffic seemed to be backed up for miles on 405‚ so I decided to take the surface streets instead‚ maybe stop by Powell’s Books to wander around‚ clear my head‚ and let the traffic thin out before I headed home."
"It’s not mine… I mean it is‚ but it’s financed… don’t have full coverage… owe $20‚000… ran that red light… what the hell am I going to do?"
"As a strong young man of 18 I experianced my first figure skater fantasy."
"I was at the Lake Placid Winter Olympics in 84‚ and Tonya was there with her family‚ no doubt dreaming of the day when she would be skating in another Olympic event‚ far in the future."
"When I was first hired for my current job…7 1/2 years ago‚ I was shown The Tonya/Jeff Video…Nice Breasts Tonya!"
"I arrive first and spread around 10 dozen red roses all over the room."
Here are a couple. This list is inchoate yet, but a nice start.
(Look up Van Jones)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
One, I will conduct interviews with 10 fellas. We'll drink during this interview. Their choices are the following: 1 large bottle of wine, 1 small bottle of liquor, 12 or 18 beers, 4 pitchers of beers, 3 bottles of champagne.
The interview begins as the first drink is opened. It will be recorded. The point is not to focus on the booze, but rather the one-on-one conversation. The alcohol just provides a possible catalyst for interesting thoughts.
Second, I want to create some things from the Tonya Harding fantasy page. Something to do with either the first lines is one idea. Maybe poetry. Another possibility is to create a Good Writer's Guide which gives strong examples of the elements of a story (hook, climax, etc...)
There also could be a family of dudes numbers fest including the references to size in the fantasies.
Here are some great first lines from selected fantasies.
"Tonya is sitting at home relaxing with her feet up when SUDDENLY, the door breaks down and a band of Ninjas enter."
"I would like to take tonya to the nasa space camp, use the anti Gravity room to give her the most unforgettable night of her life."
"I don?t know how Tonya Harding wound up in ancient Egypt?"
"You know‚ it’s like it was yesterday."
"I raised my hand in class and waited for Miss. Harding to call upon me."
"Tonya and I were floating in the sea together on our raft made of turtle shells‚ reindeer mucus‚ and cans of Andy Warhol’s tomato soup."
"It was a cold‚ and rainy night on the streets of San Fransisco."
"I had a bad argument with my girlfriend and was in the mood to do some serious drinking."
"Tonya calls me up and tells me to meet her in the mountains."
"I wish I could have the chance to have sex with Tonya."
"According to Zuni mythology, the Bear fetish is the Guardian of the West and has the power to heal and transform human passions into true wisdom. They believe that Bear is invaluable whenever you are faced with change and transition and that it can be your ally when you are attempting to resolve conflict, forgive yourself or others for errors of the past, or when you are faced with new challenges in your spiritual path. There is a particular kind of depression of the spirit sometimes associated with the deep introspective stage of transition and change. When this occurs, Bear is a reminder that there is a parallel between depression and the natural state known as hibernation, when involvement with the outer world is minimized in order to focus more energy on the inner processes necessary for a successful transition.
Bear reminds us that one of the great powers we have is the power of turning to solitude and introspection through which we integrate new experience and change. If you are feeling overwhelmed by events, Bear can help you meditate on the symbolic parallels between your present state of mind and the bear at the door of the cave. You may be reluctant to step out of the cave into the sunshine after a long period of hibernation. You may retreat into the cave again and return to a state of solitude. However, you may be assured that no matter what the circumstances, you can choose peace instead of the conflict or disturbance you are feeling.
Bear represents the healing power within every living thing. Many of us are unprepared to make use of the potential power we possess in our capacity for introspection and solitude. The wisdom of Bear can help you realize this power and use it during those times in your life when the change created by cataclysmic events feels overwhelming."
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Pardon my language, but this is fucking crazy. I don't know what the hell to think of it. It is really too damn much for me to wrap my head around.
This reminded me of another website from a long time ago that is close to as interesting. Really damn interesting. Goodness.