Tuesday, February 9, 2010

As people think about the future they lean forward and as they try to recall a memory they lean slightly backwards – about a 2 or 3 millimeter shift one way or the other – the body seems to know how to re-enact metaphors (maybe that is why there are so many metaphors that involve physical directions – up, down, forward, backward, left, right). The study of abstract concepts being embodied in physical movement is called “embodied cognition” and is based on the implication that the brain may not be the only part of us with a mind of its own.

Factoid: 11% of the US population is gelotophobic. It is considered a personality trait and not an illness.

Stardom didn’t invent itself – Ned Niedziecki – The Peep Diaries, 2009

Young theologians are so bubbly
     Oh damn are they annoying
Effervescent Pollyannas with red hair
Yes. It so happens that I do
I have “Bible Works” on my computer
      Off to Zimbabwe on a missionary
           Study tour
Theological tourism is the new Eco-tourism
       – half the times working
In the fields and half of the time preaching
Churches can be so dysfunctional but
       That is the burden of a ministry

In the highly unstable world of chance and climate change many populations of humans simply vanished – Clive Finlayson – The Humans Who Went Extinct, 2009 p80

Come to Christ
Praise Allah
Are you a good Jew?
Spend your life
     Under the Bodhivesta tree

Nothing can evolve into its other if it at no stage overlaps with its other – Herman E Daly – For the Common Good., 1989 p130

An expert is a bureaucrat of knowledge - She didn’t believe it was right to be spending $90,000 to send people out to observe poverty

A culture is no better than its woods – W H Auden

Wipers wipe
Rain rains
Wheels go round and round


My heart breaks
I am so big hearted
Such a two hearted fellow


The baby bawls
It is big lunged
Here’s to the good life


Strollers stroll
Streams stream
Steam steams

Video turns people into characters… Characters are products not people – Ned Niedziecki – The Peep Diaries, 2009 p42

The essence of poetry is to resist explanation

Publicity is a full-time job… I taught myself to think in sound bites – Julia Allison

The information furnished herewith concerns an individual who is believed to be covered by the agreement between the FBI and the Secret Service concerning Presidential protection…
       5 ◙ Subversives, ultrarightist, racists and fascists who meet one or more of the following criteria:
             (a) ◙ Evidence of emotional instability (including unstable residences and employment record) or   
                  irrational or suicidal behavior
             (b) ◙ Expressions of strong or violent anti-US sentiment
             (c) ◙ Prior acts (including arrests or convictions) or conduct or statements indicating a propensity
                  for violence and antipathy toward good order and government
Irwin Allen Ginsberg – “potentially dangerous” – signed J Edgar Hoover – April 26, 1965

[The modern individual is an] entrepreneur of him or herself [who is] to conduct his or her life, and that of his or her family, as a kind of enterprise, seeking to enhance and capitalize on existence itself through calculated acts and investments – Nikolas Rose - Like a psychopathic ‘homo economicus’ on the rampage. We now only lock up the sane.

Who so would be a man must be a nonconformist - Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’m ready for my third half pint. The world comes to me, wherever I go. Mark Twain is supposed to have said, “Where ever you go, there you are.”

Turning your life into an entertainment product gives you the power to invent a new person – the person you think you should be, as opposed to the person you actually are – Ned Niedziecki – The Peep Diaries, 2009 p54

Paddy put my dollar tip into his cash register till and I told him that that was for the spittoon (the tip jar). He grabs a half-pint glass and asks me what I want. “Nothing”, I tell him. He is in a rush - the end of happy hour is approaching. Then over there is a short elderly man in an unpowdered English judge’s wig - he’s has a Mediterranean swarthy complexion, wears glasses with heavy black plastic frames to match his black costume - black t-shirt below a black suit coat He is accompanied by a younger blond man (dyed kinky hari) with a pastel green and white synthetic fur jacket. This younger is the dominate in this paring.

A world in which repair was not necessary would either be filled with unchanging, unbreakable eternal objects or a junk heap; things, people and relationships abandoned when they no longer function in the required manner - Spelman

It’s down to me - the time has come. Ginny flips in and Ginny then flips out. A young burnet in a tight pink sweater sits across from me - under my thumb - It’s down to me - she is waiting - a rendezvous - she faces the window and looks out - under my thumb… Her hair cascades down. He arrives and he sits down. He sips on a hot drink that she had waiting for him . He wears gray slacks. Her hair has a tint of red to it. She is slouched back in her chair. He has his legs akimbo and elbows on the table. She gets up and goes to the restroom. His face is tanned. Her face has the glow of recently applied makeup. Her black jacket has been carefully draped over the empty chair. She has been gone for a while. He is very patient – he is sitting there without moving. Then his eyes begin to wonde around the room, he is  looking at her coat, he is looking at the ceiling, he is looking at the passing #22 bus. He is allowing himself the luxury of acknowledging a world beyond her. His is impatient. She should hurry back.

The ideal value of neutrality is itself a value that is generally favorable to the status quo – Herman E Daly – For the Common Good., 1989 p131

She returns. They do not touch. She mostly listens, she is giving obvious signs of paying attention as he talks. Her head is tilted. She is nodding. Her eyes are focused on him. Now she leans forward with her right elbow on the table and her fingers playing with her hair. She smiles. She keeps her comments to very short statements. She leans in closer to him. His left knee is swinging back and forth. Now his right knee is moving, but not swinging as radically nor as fast as is his left knee. The swing of his right knee just misses her crossed left thigh. She is no longer staring at him but she is looking straight ahead, out the window. He stops talking and she is formulating longer more full sentences in  responses to his comments. The next time that I look up the couple has gone. A young fat girl in a red sweater sits opposite me, where the man in gray slacks had been. Where the lady in the pink sweater sat sits a large pastel blue purse with boldly colored flowers pasted on it. Mike wants to know if this heat wave has a name – say like the Pineapple Express?

Time is kept and curated in different ways by trees, and so it is experienced in different ways when one is among them – Robert Macfarlane – The Wild Places, 2009 p100

[If the wild was to be lost, we would be] committed wholly, without chance for even momentary reflection and rest, to a headlong drive into our technological termite-life – Wallace Stegner – The Sound of Mountain Water, 1969

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