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July 25, 2008 by p00ky.
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
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July 18, 2008 by p00ky.
the announced closure of a number of starbuck’s “stores” prompted one portland channel to do a news brief on the event, from the perspective of an elderly woman recently moved to portland from west virginia. in the piece the oft cited starbucks-corporate-wish was dredged up: that the plastic place exists as the third world - the place between work and home.
she lamented near tears that the place was like family to her… that it was like Cheers, where everybody knew her name.
A little historical perspective, though sadly, as testimony to a fleeting memory, devoid of footnotes: a nice essay exists somewhere out there by a source forgotten naming the pub as a kind of third world, precisely the reference mentioned in the news article and the mantra of starbuck’s corporate. a place extant between the worlds of home and work. a place, particularly in the british pubs, where people of all classes meet on a randomly regular basis to rub elbows and exchange stories and laughter and sometimes tears…. with tongues loosened a bit by a few pints served dutifully by the employees (who may also on occasion remind Bob that he might mind his Ps and Qs lest the troubleandstrife put him in the dog house again). the pub, in short, is truly a land unto itself, cultivated by the regulars and kept from the dangers of inbreeding by frequent visitors who are embraced and encouraged to share.
compare this dynamic and creative Other to the plastic isolating homogeneity offered thru the endless replication of starbucks where your day is fucking “made” by the recognition that the hired help remembers your name and how much cinnamon you like in your latte. where you sit alone at a table sufficient to hold a laptop and a newspaper, and safely emerge grasping a corporate brand in a paper cup having bared your pathetic soul to absolutely nobody, and ready to face the world.
i contend that some independent coffee houses afford their patrons the experience of the “Other,” and recognize that the experience, whether pub or coffee house is largely dependent on the clientele. I would sadly go so far as to admit that the very concept of the “Other” is relegated largely to memory, and further to drinking establishments distant from our shores. that being said, at least the Potential exists for something more than a company mantra and logo. if a clerk at starbucks calls me by name it holds as much meaning to me as the “have a nice day” at the bottom of a super-market receipt…. barring some deeper relationship:) and the very fact that starbucks exists as portable pods littering the landscape, as examples of anti-humanity structures that serve the most superficial need of interaction, denies them any goddam right to proclaim themselves as the “other”…. and relegates those who find fulfillment there to the realm of the lemures (and lemurs) - the realm of the walking dead clutching a cup of severely over-priced joe to their starving breast.
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July 3, 2008 by p00ky.
i promise this will be the last post on the matter (for now)
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July 3, 2008 by p00ky.
this is the full version of “with god on your side” by bob dylan, accompanied by joan baez (i luv her but she can get annoying…. perhaps bob thot so too). it woulda been included in the trilogy below, but for some reason editing multiple youtube entries in a single post fuxors things, and i grew tired of redos. i discovered that the post in the trilogy was truncated, hence this rendition. further to this rendition, there are better ones out there, you really have to turn your speakers up, and tolerate joan, but people seem to resist youtube songs with an album cover as the video.
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July 3, 2008 by p00ky.
a couple perspectives on freedom by neil young, followed by a lil bob
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June 19, 2008 by p00ky.
A “family” is looking to trade in one of their vehicles to save on gas. Both vehicles are driven approx the same number of miles per year.
#1. One vehicle is a van getting 10 mpg and they are thinking of trading it in on a station wagon that gets 20 mpg, or a difference of 10 mpg.
#2. The other vehicle is a sedan that gets 30 mpg, which they are thinking of trading for a hybrid that gets 50 mpg, a whopping difference of 20 mpg.
Which way should they go to save the most gas?
Converting #1 to gallons per mile: .1 gpm vs .05 gpm — a difference of .05 gpm. Trading would save 2 times the gas.
Converting #2 to gallons per mile: .033 gpm vs .02 gpm — a difference of .013 gpm. Trading would save 1.65 times the gas.
Answer: trade in the van for the station wagon. They will use almost 20% less gas by trading in the van, vs. trading in the sedan.
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June 13, 2008 by p00ky.
Tis the season again, eh…. and yeah, opinions are like assholes… we all got em…. here they are all valued, and here are a couple of em lifted from our previous blog… to fuel the fire:)
Pride has long been as much a show as a message. If there are things on offer that you find enjoyable, go ahead and have some fun; if not, then don’t. I don’t care for parades, so I tend to avoid them… and there are LOTS of parades to avoid in Portland in June! But I enjoy going down to the waterfront and talking to people, seeing what is on offer at the various booths, and so on.
Toronto 2006…. or AnyTown, Universe.
Gide said…
It is worthy of mention in passing that gaypride is also one hell of a good party:) Which is reason enough to justify almost anything.
Sam is correct… gaypride Is both a show and a message… and both show and message are for the choir, and the congregation, as well as for the nonbelievers. I doubt there is a faggot among us who has not at least read the roots of “Pride” in Stonewall , nor do I pretend to know the extent of the minds and hearts of the participants of Stonewall in the spontaneity of a reaction to systematic and life-long oppression.
An elementary posit in Sociology 101 (which i never took) is that a vociferous fringe element expands the parameters of acceptable behavior. Thru blood, sweat, and tears, the parameters of GLBT’s (i know, it sounds like a delightful sandwich) “behavior” has gained considerable acceptance since the days of Stonewall. That “behavior”, however, is one of sexual and romantic love…. If homosexuality were a matter of caritas, I doubt we would be having this discussion.
I admire assless-chaps as much as the next faggot (with a modicum of aesthetics), but (pun intended), if the next battle is in the courts, driven largely now by a wet finger (lub it) reading the winds of the political climate, might the gaypride exposition serve to further entrench the already alienated, and possibly, just possibly, narrow the hard-won expansion of the minds that have come to accept the concept of equality?
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June 13, 2008 by p00ky.
“no man is an island entire of itself…. and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls. it tolls for thee.” j donne
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June 13, 2008 by p00ky.
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June 8, 2008 by p00ky.
Thanks to “Nilsson” for introducing me to a nifty community blog sponsored by the Obama campaign. His particular contribution is his blog at http://my.barackobama.com/page/community/blog/hi .
and well worth the read and a comment or three!
You need to register to publish a comment in one of the blogs, but you register only once. Having registered, you are free to set up your own blog. Cleverly, you are awarded points for registering, publishing a comment, inviting friends, etc…. but i have not discerned just how the point system works, nor what the prizes are:)
I suspect this format will be replicated in the future by political hacks of all stripes, but i have a hunch that none, any time soon, will be as robust as http://my.barackobama.com.
Let the campaign begin, and put your queer shoulder to the wheel!
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