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Saturday, July 26, 2008

  • The Slow Climb and Rapid Descent of a Hill Called Gork


    by the time greeley and gilbone climbed up that hill the sun was gettin' pretty low but that was okay cause they brought some beer, actually quite a lot of beer and i tell you somethin' you gotta work to walk up a big hill in vermont with a tent and sleepin' stuff and a case of beer and so they was tired by the time they got there but it was worth it. folks called that hill gork hill and greeley never quite knew why maybe it was from the russian "gorki" which means bitter but there didn't appear to be much bitter up there only soft green and a three hundred and sixty degree view of all the green august mountains and there was a lake down below too it was really beautiful but not bitter. anyway, greeley and gilbone arrived up there and set up the tent and proceeded with the drinkin' and pissin' (away from the sun) and drinkin' an pissin' (toward the sun) and as that sun began to set behind the soft shoulder of a distant mountain they was talkin' 'bout all them things young men talk about when young men drink and pee together, like how stuff works and how to build things and maybe goin' to mars someday and fusion reactors and oh yeah, definitely girls. 

    and as they watched the shadow of their own bald-topped gork hill lengthen across the pond below and onto the far mossy bank a thousand feet below they decided to start jumpin' up and down real high to see if they could see themselves in that shadow below but they couldn't cause it was so far away. everything down there looked like magical, and early that evening everything was magical, talkin' and pissin' on the top of the world amidst the glory of creation on that blessed hill. 

    then round about a little after midnight, a few hours after the boys had laid themselves down in their spinnin' tent and more or less passed out into a dreamful sleep, greeley was woked up by a flash of lightning. and a little while later came the thunder rollin' in, bouncin' off the mountain peaks. and pretty soon there was another flash and a boom and another. half asleep greeley thought to himself in his haze "ohboy we get to see a knocktournal thunderstorm!" and with his head back on his sweater-pillow he opened his eyes and looked at the flashing canvas above him, takin' it in, listenin' to the rain as it beginned to patter the tent.

    he realized gilbone musta been awake too when out of the darkness inbetween flashes came a calm "hey greeley?"

    "yeah?"

    "what do you think are the chances of getting struck by lightning on top of a round, bald hill?"

    (gilbone asked the question in a measured monotone, but the emphasis shown here was not added by this author.)

    holy shit, thought greeley. "pretty damn high, now that you mention it." said the suddenly awake, suddenly pale, suddenly sober young man. and i tell you what you ain't never seed no one unzip a tent door and race outside and curl up in the nearest shallow depression faster, which is exactly what greeley did - and after he did he peeked up his eyes like a turtle and he looked around and looked at where them flashes was comin' from and each and every one of them flashes was comin' from a cosmic-blue bolt, and each and every one of them bolts was strikin' precisely the top of every single mountain and hill in the vicinity. it was like thor himself was was havin' some kinda sexual intercourse thing with them mountains. and one thing was sure - greeley wasn't about to wait around to be no nylon-coated wet spot. it tooked them two boys over an hour to climb up that hill but only about ten minutes to slide back down it.

    and when they was finally down all covered in mud they got in the truck for shelter and realized they should have brought some water and not all beer for this trip (cause they was stupid like that back then) and they was presently sufferin' extremely hot pipes so greeley turned the ignition and the two started out, in rural vermont, at about 2 AM, on a weekday, in search of water to drink.

    they were caught some time later, stealing ice from a ten dollar motel.

     

Thursday, July 24, 2008

  • The Dark Knight


    Great modern mythos, and possibly the first post-imperial American pop masterpiece. Heath Ledger is amazing as the Joker: pure enlightenment minus the light. 

    And the Batmobile certainly has come a long way.

    It's a very good movie. 

    H.L. R.I.P.

     

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

  • No Country for...nevermind


    When I moved here in 2000, I joined an online forum about transit issues in the Twin Cities. It was an official forum, monitored by the city councils and various government reps. I suggested a thing I called BusTrax, a plan I hatched to monitor the positions of all the buses (with GPS onboard each bus) and then to relay the information to the cell phones of BusTrax subscribers. For example, when a subscriber's preferred bus was 10 minutes from her stop, she could be alerted with a ringtone. It'd revolutionize the whole "bus thing"...especially up here in the cold of winter. 

    I received no response to my suggestion. Not even a "Thanks for your input, we'll think about this." Undaunted, I pressed. After about six months, the daunting set in. Revolutionary and cost effective or not, my BusTrax simply wasn't gonna leave any tracks in this bureaucratic parking lot. So I gave the fuck up.

    Well....

    Just heard on the news that they implemented the exact system I advocated EIGHT YEARS AGO...to chirping crickets.

    The only difference is it's called something much dorkier than BusTrax: It's called NexTrip.

    At least they kept my "x" factor.

    I suppose the right thing for me to feel is "better late than never".

    I'm working on it.

    EDIT: done. thanks, everyone. i've let it go. it's the right move, and heck, you've made me pretty sure it's a sexy one, too. ;) + <3 @ you all.

     

Monday, July 14, 2008

  • hottness


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    So there's this stuff in the ground, called oil. and we've been burning it, see. because stuff like oil what burns in a way that can be harnessed seems to be pretty good stuff cause it can make steam and turn wheels and generally make things go. like civilization for example, and although his big thinking days are behind him and some of his fire is died away, sometimes greeley still thinks about that heat, you know, and burnin' and what it means and how it works cause metabolism is fire too and so even his thoughts are fire and fire is at the center of all life and creation not to mention the sun which ain't nuthin' but a big ball of fire, floatin' all graceful-like through the firmament.

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    and so here we are: people. livin' off that big hot ball in the sky...and writin' with fire and readin' 'bout fire and studyin' fire and well pretty much everything we mess with is either fire or fire-related cause fire is what we do and that's good cause it kinda makes us engines of the cosmos the divine cosmos which repeats itself on all scales like when you look through a telescope and see them planets up there and the moons of jupiter, maybe, and draw them on a scrap of paper just like galileo did you done repeated that same pattern that's up there in the sky and also when biology people sequence DNA which is so tiny ya can't even see it with even the strongest magnifyin' glass and then they get the sequence and write it REAL BIG on the wall all proud like and put it in their powerpoint presentations.

    see that ain't nuthin' but the universe repeatin' itself on different size scales which it likes to do and which you will know if you ever study the branches of a tree, and nature does it with people or without people, but it seems people is real good at it - which sometimes makes greeley wonder if it's maybe an important thing that we do whether we know it or not.

    and by the way havin' lots of fire to do it with don't hurt neither because i tell you what you ain't gonna do much science if you ain't got a good fire burnin' that's the honest truth. now have a tree.

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    lately, like pretty much for the past couple hundred years people been burnin' fossily fuels cause it turns out nothin' burns quite like a dead thing you can suck outta the ground, which is pretty cool cause them dead things, well we wouldn't call em dead if'n they hadn't once been alive and contributin' to bein' alive and all, but then they died cause sooner or later, well, everybody's gotta go...but see, now they kinda comed back to life when you think about it cause when we burn 'em they get to contribute again to turnin' the wheels of creation and drawin' pictures of jupiter and sequencin' DNA and basically doin' what life does...

    which as i said largely consists of burnin' stuff.

    now i know this writtin' is gettin' a tad long and all and devoid of punctuation but i kinda want to finish myself here so i hope you will indulge me as i describe the thoughts of greeley for just a little more and as you probably guessed they're about burnin'

    what happens when stuff burns is pretty simple: the stuff gets hot, that's what happens. now a physicist will tell you that hottness is molecular motion; namely there's little itty bitty microscoppity atoms and molecules that make up a pot of water and when you boil that water them atoms start movin' around and bangin' into one another faster and more vigorous-like than before. and even sometimes they get movin' so fast they actually jump out of the water altogether and take to the air, which is what makes steam 

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    but here's the thing, see, when all them teeny microscoppity atom things in that pot get heated up and make steam, maybe that steam is makin' an engine' go. and maybe that engine is in a car. and maybe your best friend (who is not at all microscoppity) is drivin' that car. which means he's goin' somewhere a lot faster than if he weren't burnin' somethin' to get there. just like them molecules he's burnin' to begin with.

    so see, all these fires people been usin', makin' all them tiny little atoms move real fast, when you think about it like greeley sometimes does, you might just think they have the effect of heatin' up people too. and then you might think a rocket ship is really just hot people - boilin' off the earth, straight up into space.

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    and you might be a little bit right.

    have a buttercup
    btrcup
    :)

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

  • Virginia...again.


    Dadburn it, Virginia. Leave me a message in my guestbook and tell me roughly who the heck you are or I'm going to barr the door (at least inasmuch as I'm capable of doing so). I'd really rather not, because I'd like to keep publishing my RSS and etc...but let's be reasonable here. Seriously. Don't be shy. You can do this. And I'd really appreciate it.  

    The same goes out to my other frequent but anonymous visitors - you know who you are. Can we just be real? Thanks.

    EDIT: nothing? just more footprints, huh? you're chicken shit, virginia. you're less than that.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

  • Freedom 2008


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    moon-boom 

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    lamp love

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    specific reflection 

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    twilight of the oil age  

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    still here 

    ...that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

     

Thursday, July 03, 2008

  • That's Right, Hottie


    If you're reading this you should vote Aaronmcnees for most favored Xanga Hottie. Why? Because it's a democracy, dummy, and I know what I'm tlaking about. 

    Hey! Stop thinking about that last sentence and vote here.

    Oh. And recommend this post? (if you're in for a penny you might as well be in for a pound. I KNOW I AM.)

    Thank you. You will be rewarded in heaven.

    ...now back inside.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Friday, June 27, 2008

  • I Could Have Named this Post Anything - Till I Named it.


    Every so often I think I'd like nothing better than to join a crew and dig ditches for a year or two. Or frame houses. Or rebuild bridges. After all, I'm the grandson of a coal miner. Bustin' rocks is in my blood. I'd like to break out of my trade for awhile - bust out of this cage of wires and electronics I've meticulously gilded around myself.  Hell yes, I'd like a turn at the sledge. But here it is: they don't hire one-armed men to bust rocks.

    Application: DENIED.

    But that's just an example. One arm or five, in one way or another, sooner or later we're all faced with this sort of thing. Life has a nagging and deeply persistent habit of excluding possibility: Every event, every choice, denies an infinity minus one. It's not necessarily a bad thing. It's just that...it IS a thing. Is what I'm sayin'.

    What's possible is easy. What's not - that's harder. Integrating what is can be hardest of all.


    From Woody Allen's Take the Money and Run (1969)

     

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