Archive for the ‘random impulses’ Category

I have always adored Conan O’Brian. But this is deliriously good. Lived, breathed, performed tolerance of total, breathtaking stupidity. Hats off to William Shatner.

(Due to Absurd Copyright Laws – NBC, in this case – the performance is lost to posterity.)

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Interesting poem from Dylan re: Guthrie with wonderful visual accompaniments…

(Due to Absurd Copyright Laws – Sony Music Entertainment, in this case – the performance is lost to posterity.)

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Excuse me Seth Godin. Even EXCEPTIONAL Designers (and though I won’t name any names, you know who they are flagyl 400…) are going through what this video so excellently shows. 

Look for us now disguised as massage therapists, taxi drivers and tap dancers.

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Anyone my age can surely recall how Star Trek episodes always started: with the time and date and perhaps a few events in the “Logbook.” May I express my fondness for Wikipedia at this point; I quote:

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logbook was originally a book for recording readings from the log, and is used to determine the distance a ship traveled within a certain amount of time. The readings of the log have been recorded in equal times to give the distance traveled with respect to a given start position.

Today’s ship’s log has grown to contain other types of information, and is a record of data relating to a ship or submarine, such as weather conditions, crew complement or what ports were docked at and when. It is essential to traditional navigation, and must be filled in at least daily.

Most Admiralties specify that logs are kept to provide a record of events, and to help crews navigate should radioradar or the GPS fail. Examination of a log is often used to try to explain some sort of disaster, in much the same way as a “black box” is used on airplanes (see Mary Celeste).

The term logbook has spread to a wide variety of other endeavors, and logbooks are widely used for e.g. complex machines like nuclear plants or particle accelerators where one is more and more using a computer based version of a logbook called electronic logbook (see electronic logbook). In military terms, a logbook is a series of official and legally binding documents. Each document (usually arranged by date) is marked with the time of an event or action of significance.

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Now, as redundant as this may be, a B-log is a WE-B-log. Are we all on the same page about that? Meaning: it is the respective blog author’s personal recording of his travels in time and space. And that’s what is so amazing, enjoyable, interesting, captiviating. I have watched with some amusement various discussions about the accuracy of some “reporting,” how people source things, disussions of plagarism (Maureen Dowd being the last noteable case), authenticity, etc., etc. There is, of course, reason and worth in these discussions, I don’t dispute that. But here, in this little piece of digital soup, of one thing I can be certain: this piece of carrot is mine and mine alone, including the references to other sources – which is a very integral part of what we all experience individually every day. If I say: “We have sighted the Klingon warship this morning…” and then proceed to report the Klingon communication, thought processes and artwork present in diplomatic quarters on their ship … Ah! Isn’t that a wonderful thing, being able to tell a story? A grand piece of film-making taking place as we speak. And all the characters involved, myself included, cannot NOT be the strong, paranoid, courageous, lame and fierce beings they are, in whatever roles they choose to play.

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Sitting smack in the middle of 2009, I wonder.

Slowly, slowly, the ugly head of doubt is beginning to wipe the sleep out of its eyes – as messages filter through that drowsy, still-flooded sea of dreamworld impulses that are all too captivating – giving itself the last little nudge into wakefulness… slowly, slowly. It has, quite clearly, no choice.

Is doubt the right word, I wonder, again? Perhaps we could term it “reality” - or simply the “is-ness of now” or perhaps even – dare I think this? - “awakening”?

There are things to be done, places to go, people to meet, choices to make. Every little, last relationship, big or small, minute or grand - the taxi driver, the stinging bee, the lover, the sister, the cashier, the sunny day - weaves in and around us and affects how we go about our “NOW.” Each day, every day, every second, these interactions shape who we are. We shape who they are. It’s a non-stop dance that we are always, always in the middle of, patiently watching. Stoically bracing for the next twirl, the unexpected twist, the uplift and a tango-ic sink. Without this patient, clear and passionate observation from a mysteriously unflappable center, life would be painful, even unbearable today. These days.

Are we indeed learning that “Virtue consists in a will which is in agreement with Nature.” Nature being everything around us, everything we plant, destroy, walk upon, breathe, touch, see, eat. Agreeing with all of that is obviously not a small task. Especially with challenges like this:

I posted two short tweets back-to-back a few weeks ago. The first one was a very stinging article related to torture. Pertinent and timely. I would link back to it, but due to internet posts now rapidly becoming a “let go” phenomenon, the link is lost to posterity. Whatever you do, don’t try to hold on to what you say. Or what other people have said or written. It’s very zen, actually. To give an impression, though, this link works just as well for more on the topic of torture.

Everyone has an opinion about torture. Some are very vehemently opposed. Others have a more blasé - as long as it doesn’t affect me - attitude. Others are all for it in the name of whatever sees that route as a means toward a cause (stopping/fighting/ridiculing terrorism, for example).

I rather expected the response I got. People looking up. People re-tweeting.

What I didn’t expect was that the tweet that followed, one about a family that was forced to choose between keeping their home or paying for their cancer-stricken son’s medical treatments, got virtually no response. You could hear the virtual pin dropping in the great void of buzzing digital activity.

My point was, and still is, that torturous situations are rampant this year. Perhaps it was that way EVERY year from the get-go of becoming humanoids. You don’t need to be a prisoner of war, or a prisoner at all. You can be a very normal human being, going about your business and WHAM! it hits you. The leather belt of foreclosure from the right. WHACK! The steel-studded whip of unemployment. Or BOOM! the din of debilitating illness coming upon you or yours that you cannot find appropriate treatment for because you cannot afford it - despite having sustained so much pressure, for the profit of others, for so long.

In agreement with nature means, for me, in agreement with human nature. There are, of course, common-sense charters and proposals (from the United Nations, for one) that agree on some basic premises like the fact that all people should have enough food to eat. Which is, quite obviously, not the case. Isn’t hunger a form of torture? Doesn’t it make sense that now would be a good time to take a look at making sustainable humanity more than a buzz word? Making that “virtuous will” a basic skill set for going from “politically correct“ to “human(e)ly correct”? 

Failing that, it’s all anyone can do - myself included - to focus on the unflappable center. To stoically brace while the madness whirlwinds around your ears.

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Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things.

(Note: This video is no longer available because the “user” deleted it. Certainly nicer than saying: “Na, na, na, na, na, I have the rights and yooo-hoo don’t!!” But this deletion makes me particularly sad. It was a very useful message, not just an ad. I hope the policy makers – and they know who they are – will re-think this one.)

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An amazing film from an amazingly gifted artist.

I know which painting I would buy and proudly display…

And there are some inspiring people behind this…

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There is a bit more information and an interesting dialog….

This woman has tremendous courage and I hope she can inspire us all - men and women - to
step forward with a hidden talent despite the overwhelming peer pressure our cruel and prejudiced society is generating on itself! Especially the entertainment industry, this is YOUR wake up call!

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So I’m not alone!! I am so thrilled about this news

The video has been absconded by unnamed armies of lawyers and bureaucrats.
Maybe they were offended about her dress. Or her hair. Or something. At any rate,
it wasn’t her voice. Sorry.

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Susan Boyle, may fame and fortune come your way faster than your cat named Pebbles can sneeze! This should trumpeted on every blog worldwide!! Watch as Susan takes the stage like a pro. Confident, steady, proud. Watch the judges (and the audience!!) sum her up, instantly putting her in the loony bin, what with those eyebrows, fizzed hair, white pumps and less-than-TV-suitable measurements. She states her case, says what song she’ll sing…

… and makes history.

Piaf herself, I assure you, would have had tears in her eyes.

Tiger, indeed.

Sorry to report that I have effectively screwed up the link. Lost it forever. YouTube should have enough material on her, however. Enjoy.

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