Sawing a Trumpet

2)Worlds in Tents

Treason

http://www.lectlaw.com/def2/t103.htm

Treason

fire & ice

;Attention! Shoppers

Disclaimer:  This is not an endorsement of any kind, merely pointing out some rather odd product or marketing ploy.  If it was an endorsement, I would recommend that you ignore this post altogether, which will most likely be the case anyway.

David Lynch coffee

Also of note: this coffee is traded by fairies.

skimmer

skimmer

King Crimson, “Eyes Wide Open” dvd, circa 2003

“One Time”

tune

crix

Tried the Eno thing of mixing in the crickets to make it sound better. I think it does sound a bit better, but now the crickets sound worse.

rants on a theme

Oh, the unjustification of it all. Forgive me, I thought my tantrum had ceased, but I have some leftovers.

Rant #1.

So, I’m looking for a low level techie job.  I see one with a big corp. Sounds good, though from the disparate incongruities (upon closer examination) in the ad I should probably be suspicious. A picture of a smiling obese woman, happy corporate poster child. Buried far down in the job description, “ability to lift 50 lb boxes”. The last time this gal lifted a 50 lb box was maybe after Omaha Steaks left it at her door. But no matter, stretching and straining my disbelief in the modern world once again, intrepidly I apply myself to the task at hand. I submit my resume. Lo and behold, I get a callback. Only the job the guy on the phone is describing only bears a sketchy resemblance to the one advertised on the career website. Yeah, they forgot to mention the 70% travel part, the part where a personal vehicle is required, the part where the travel territory in question encompasses an 80 mile radius. This is no minor oversight in my opinion. But why am I surprised? Yet more deliberate lies from major corporate entities? Or merely some loose cannon flunky-in-charge hiding behind the corporate logo? The ends justify the text.

Rant #2.

Food safety. Driving through the Bronx not too far from the GW bridge in slow moving traffic somewhere in the 160’s, in the rain and wind. Stopped at a light, a bit ahead to my right double parked in front of a semi-marked deli, an unmarked delivery truck. The rear gate open. An empty box but for two objects lying on the floor, that at first glance as traffic approaches the light, appear to be parts of a broken table – two legs. Yes. Two legs of a dead cow. On closer inspection, a couple of slabs of beef, hopefully still frozen, lying unwrapped and uncovered on a summer’s day on the bare dusty flatbed of the inside of this truck. I doubt if the USDA is aware of the situation. The grey market hovers beneath the radar of our loving protectorate. But here on a small more personal, er, bovine scale, similar phenomena is evinced as in the previous rant. Are we not indeed all in this together?

blueangelswirl

blueangelswirl

now

a broken symmetry
the half-quotation mark
a question not yet asked
the moment taken out of context
nothing returns from whence it came
only an expansion outwards
remaining distinct or in dissolution
blending in time

now

torn from many directions
a flag is raised in surrender
a look of beige vacancy
passes between us
how would you color this cloth?
what emblem should it carry?
what is it’s motto?

the truth is what I choose it to be.
pure and simple.
Or,
just give up.
and hand over the flag.

clown

xprmnts

Messing about w/Gimp (photoshop workalike)