I've heard the song on Democracy Now! a lot and thought it was fun, but there's a whole little movie that goes along with it. Bovine Freedom!

so my movie is also Fight Club, go figure.
And my Genuinely Divine Goddess Name is: Truly Empowered Realist who Reasons Youthfully (yes, like Holly I end youthfully, thank goddess). I think my favorite god to be would be Loki, the Norse god of change and mischief. Here's a quote from some random website about him:
"Loki... is the creature who transgresses all boundaries; even more significant, Loki represents the boundary itself... Loki may most properly be seen as representative of more than either the boundary or the boundary crosser; in the character and role of Loki, the boundary, difference itself, has collapsed. But to say that it 'has collapsed' implies its prior existence, and this does not adequately describe Loki. In Loki that opposition has never been created; what is elsewhere two is one in Loki." -- Karen Swenson

He's always switching sides and creating havoc. He births two monsters who play major roles in the destrucion of the world. Super-duper fun right?

As far as outing aides of congressmen, I don't think that is quite necessary. I mean, if you're black and you wanna work for the KKK that's your (albeit horridly fucked up) perogative. Mary Cheney is the perfect example of this specific case. Her father is the evil partner of Bush, and yet she is an out lesbian. How does she live with herself? You don't necessarily need to campaign to make gay marriage legal but you at least shouldn't endorse the idea of a federal amendment banning it. Sheesh. But, I agree that it is awfully hard to find work that is going to be 100% aligned with all of your particular values. Scuttlebucket!

But! The amendment hasn't been passed anyway YAY! Though it's kinda saddening that 48% of senators wanted to write discrminination into our founding document (though according to polls that figure roughly represents the number of Americans with similar views-yuk).

Why must reason succumb?
Is there something beyond?
Or just synapses gone haywire.
Which to trust,
which to deny?
Is there compromise?

I am distracted.
I turned onto a freeway offramp today.
You've got to try it at least once,
or so I told myself.
Emotion!
Can't you wait for more opportune moments
to instigate confusion?

My friend's mother died recently.
She had a dream about icy tunnels
and choices she had no control over.
It played into my frenzy;
coinciding irrationality.

It's hard ro concentrate.
I feel like a teenager again,
raging hormones inspired by traumatic whirls of unreasonable thought.
Does it stop?
Do I want it to?
What is life without chaotic foibles?

Is the pain worth feeling,
even for eventual release?
It must be, else I'd turn it off.
Let myself slide into apathy.
Unfeeling hate.
Yet I linger,
savoring my agony?

So oft I discourage my own emotions.
Turn it off.
Only the facts matter.
Put it in context!
There is no universal suffering.
But, again, why?

Why god(s) why?
I don't need to ask.
It's all here.
I feel the release already.
Thank you muses,
for restoring my equlibrium.
I had but to tell it to the pen.

sidenote: I'm feeling the blues in the night, just click on my userpic and hear.

In the event of a terrorist attack, US authorities are coming up with plans to possibly postpone the November presidential election. (Democracy Now reports on todays show as well ) That darned al-Qaeda network might try to disrupt our elections, or so some "intelligence sources" are claiming. So the plan is that if this happens we ought to be able to stop the elections, maybe in the hopes of preventing a Spain-like "panic vote" for the non-incumbant? I wonder though, just who would benefit (politically speaking) from such an attack. Would it make Bush look weak? Would it make us stand behind the leader? Who knows. I suppose the plan about postponing the elections will hinge on which way the public reaction is leaning: outrage=no postponment, fear=postponemet. I think it's kinda baloney. Let's get this shit over with ASAP. I wanna focus on the Olympics.

sidenote: new video by Moveon comparing Edwards to Cheney

since I've written a journal entry. I'm not counting this one since I'm not really saying anything, just announcing my renewed presence. I'm back. Trip was neat-o. New user pic embracing naked theme. Until tomorrow...

Well, you [inlink]maidencateyes,52[/inlink] can see it at the Dipson which are a bit more localer, but they do have it at the Regal. I'm a bit surprised that the total corporate hack has it, but maybe it's not so bad to see it there. It's all about statement (for me at least, since it's total reeducation and nothing new to my left-ass) so it might be good if one of their highest grossing summer flicks is a left-political dissident film. Check it out!

Keith, did I perchance leave a certain cinchable item of clothing/accesory at your place during the preweekend frivolities? I can't find the darn thing anywhere. Don't you hate losing belts? Bad enough to be out one article of clothing, but you're also out all the clothing that needs the belt to fit.

Sucks about the car ms. cateyes! [inlink]maidencateyes,47[/inlink] They're so much trouble. Let's all get trains instead. I want a caboose.

While watching the slow exectuion, she had recalled an old story of a prophet who at one point in his caeer was met by an angel who cut him open from throat to groin. The angel then washed the propet's heart with holy water, and filled it with gems symbolizing knowledge and faith. She had thought, absratcly, Wouldn't we all like to imagine that we are so within, filled with valuable, beautiful and indestructible things, not this vulnerable and stinking offal?

-a quote from some random novel I'm reading. Good though, right? Who wouldn't let the angel slice them open to replace the stinking mass that is our flesh? To be replaced by some irrefutable holiness. Some truth? Of course you wonder, whether truth is what we really desire, or just some kind of truth to make us feel better about the stinking bag of flesh we are.

Hey!

Look at this neat picture of our planet...


Oh America. Seeing you and being happy, but so not happy. Knowing your truth and seeing our truth. The truth of those with power and those without. Lights symbolising eternity, the gems we hope to find within our bodies, our souls. Does light really symbolize that which is desired, don't we all want a little darkness, a little fun? Give me back my rainforests. Take your fucking light. I don't need it anymore.





Oh, how the white world shines. Obviously, exhibting our divine glory. Oh the benefit of whiteness, so close to GOD!

[inlink]lisa,53[/inlink] DDR Party!!!!

Ridiculous as it is, I am an avid DDRer. I am using it as a kinda workout device. It really gets you sweatin. Like really, I'm dripping after an hour. I am getting pretty good now. I can do the Standard mode but not Heavy. I think you might need to be Asian to do the hardest ones. So Lisa you have to come over, or I need to go over there (you even have fancy nailed-down(?) pads). Left Right Right Up Up Up Down Left Right...

I'm perplexed by the people who drive down to the waterfront along the lake and then sit there in their cars. Half of them leave them turned on and some don't even roll down the windows. It's so strange to have the desire to see the beauty of the lake and then not get out of your car to really enjoy it. My theory is that people are so used to enjoying sights through frames (TV-screens, computer monitors, etc.) that they don't understand that there is more than a purely visual sensation to be had. There's the wind through your hair, the cawing of the gulls, the smell of river mush. Yet as I ride by the people sit there, half not even bothering to look out the window, some just asleep. Get out of the freakin car, at least go sit on a bench. Why not try walking or biking there in the first place? I feel sorry for them. I wanna knock on their windows and tell them to get out of their box and enjoy the air.