I should like some day to have a pond that i stock with guppies. Actually iw oudl but stock a single few pairs of guppies and allow guppie-nature to take its' course. I can imagine water being so displaced by their magnitude after a few weeks that going swimming in the pond would be a sensorial delight, overloading mayhap, but delightful. Following the assumption through that a zillion little wiggling squirming moving reproducing hungry fish bodies up against the flesh would feel pleasurable and not displeasing or awkward or uncomfortable. At some point they might turn into people-eaters from limited resources and then i would have casualties on my head but i would post a small sign that said: "danger, hungry guppies...they'll bite your fuckin'head off man!" and be free from any guilt, if not, liability. In the meantime, i may post that sign near ponds just to alleviate myself of guilt...which would be nice, but, i hate signage.. in general...though a collection of surreal instructions cropping up might be a nice distraction until the man co-opts the surreal and then we are in real trouble. Though it might make for some strange returns in antiquated attire because when the surreal is bought and sold the normal would become...well. the new mode de resistance. Whose got my heady cravat and knickers.

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making any statements of belief or that this is the best way to go about regime change at home...but... it is fun...http://www.takebackthemedia.com/bushnonazi.html and terry... i agree. there are no choices. that is so 2000....hopefully it can be more realized in 2008. Nader is going to be incredibly marginalized and the media spin will be that progressive values and third (and fourth and fifth and sixth) party interests are not what "americans" want. the only way that representation will come (shy of revolution, and i gotta closet full of tidy bowl and tin foil) is through the exercise of the right to vote by marginalized and progressive people who have transformed these feelings of marginalization into apathy...which is exactly what was intended by the rich corporate white male brain trusts all along. This is a little faith in the system for me, but, if the 18 - 30 crowd voted in mass, there would open up the need to campaign on these issues and for a wider field of candidates.

that is not really true... i love it...but it used to more fun. There is so much stupid shit taking place right now. bush making moves to counteract the fourteenth amendment (timed nicely to counteract debate concerning the loss of 3 mil american jobs, a sputtering economy, corporate cronyism, illegal wars in foreign lands, etc..). All of those issues bracketed in ()'s. And, to top it off, the moral censors known as businessmen who already cater to the lowest common denominator are making moves to sterilize...everything. It is not enough that any alternative source of entertainment, media, information, news is already forced to compete with mass level distribution and centrized-ing readership - an issue that likely results in some self censorship as it is....Now we have master hogan of clear channel entertainment pulling howard stern for allowing a guest to speak in a "vulgar" fashion about sex and drugs. No large fan of howard stern i do appreciate that he has reserved and preserved (to some extent) his ability to remain outside of proscribed lines of acceptable speech. To the offense of many. But now, clear channel is pulling him. Clear channel, the mechanism which has made it ok for 12 songs to be played nation wide. Which has made much of providing a homogenous source of entertainment on a semi-global level is criticizing stern because he is so accessible. What the hey? If radio was market driven and consumer based (implying that when a show was pickd up it didn't involve 90 percent of stations picking you up)there would be a level to which individual markets and personal choice would have driven the programming. Instead mr hogan will continue to make media choices for all. He will continue to determine what acts arrive in to concert venues and he will continue to distill any media which his hands alight on. Because as a broadcaster, and a human and a father of a nine year old girl he is embarrassed. But i bet he loves that miles has been stuck on a god dammed henessey billboard...advertising genius.

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i heard once that thoreau didn't really live his experience at Walden Pond. Sure it was a place and yes he spent time there...but the lived reality of the location grew in his writings, musings on place and something akin to a fantasy life developed into the vaguely utopian removed life lived in harmony with nature. A fantasy that was not actually fully realized and only partially lived...he walked there every day he did not live there. A good friend at this news found that the writing was what was important..that the idea was there if not the lived embodiment of the idea. I disagreed stating that it is better to fully realize something for the self than it is to spread this idea around at the expense of creating it. Another friend, at another time, discussed a shared experience of being elevated by consumables but being unable to effectively communicate our experiences in that state and as they were only partially experiential (in memory) we remained unable to express them with the conviction that they had mustered originally. Thus this debate of an experiential space was reopened...is it better to communicate towards something that might be realized in thought or to experience "it" at the expense of communicating "it". In these pasts i have always fallen on the side of experiential living...that 'tis far better to approach something and partially communicate than to fully communicate but not realize. Clearly, this indicates some prejudice towards thought as an potentially experiential domain...but for another day.

In any case...this has sustained me for the past several years and i think was leading somewhere, perhaps, towards a more comfortable remove from this amalgamation of frustration associated with life and work and play which has never really happened in any kind of comfortable balance for me. So, i re-entered the formal education system, at a graduate level, in an arena that i do not have a remarkable history or background. My thinking is that i need some new forum to communicate as the experience is no longer fully sutaining...I sensed a deep emptiness in myself this past week (for the first time this was felt and not intellectualized) concerning my frustrations and experiences getting in the way of my production of something to communicate said frustrations and experiences. This is somewhat of a shift for me and it is causing some strange chain reactions. I have become really bad at earning or even acquiring financial means...my response is always to get a job, hate the job, but, comprehend its' purpose in my life and then to work outside of work (for me) towards my real goals. This technique always back fires and feeds into the whole societal trap of having free time after work. So, what have i accomplished, i have stepped closer to what i didn't want and as a result i am revisiting earlier thinking about experience and communication of experience. Approaching a point of communication i want to drop everything and go and think not of translating it. But, that would be sucha knee jerk response at my present juncture.

help... i need some. Anybody have anything they can recomend. something that imbues the user with a sense of purpose and utility...this would be of particular import.

the more i try to arrange some more viable future for myself the more i want to discard the bullshits of this world and travel and live by what is left of my wits.

buffalo lung is best thought of in long verse rather than trite medico-lexical subdivisions. buffalo lung has the overall feeling that would be an not all together un-pleasant headspace if it were induced by choice or even in fairly meted out doses. a here-not-here sensation that is uncharacteristic of sick occasionally joyous. buffalo lung is the thin grey mucus (opposed to the thick green and yellow) that coats the lungs and makes their functionality decline to a level that would not permit you running for your life or skipping through a field of frozen over daisies. It is a barking cough and splattering sneezes and sinus drainage and nose honking. buffalo lung is not caused or transmitted by cats nor is it the avian flu. buffalo lung is shy of a he'd cold and more than well. you feel bad for telling people you are sick when you have the buffalo lung as after five days you realize it isn't the beginning of something worse but the middle of something not so bad in the grand scheme of things. buffalo lung is real and doth protest when provoked by cold and short sleep nights.

good morning to one and all. woke up way too early thannks to the buffalo lung i contracted this week. oh and stuff to do but nothing that can not be done after the hours of sun up. any way i outlined the diagnostic criteria for buffalo lung but i then lost the post, so i repeat only me inquiry as to whether any one else is experiencing this not-so-bad malady.

Now, why am I in a bad mood? I was doing ok. nay, I was doing well. Well, well, for a thursday morning bleeding into an afternoon. I spoke to a friend with whom I had been on the petit mal, if you will allow the term without forcing clarification. I have a moment to write and elaborate upon some thinking and I am confronted with a besmirched sense of things. Ask me, “why?”... I don’t know. I still don’t. I am sick and tired of feeling like a nonchalant and highly abstracted batch of chemicals. Having no control over the reagents or what movements or thoughts should catalyze a new sensation or spark a new indignation. That is what my latest batch of surgery has taught me. Familiarity with these sensations by the process of learning may be all that prevents us from being the “true” animal that I believe we all might be. Guided by these emotions, or the release of one emotion into another. Feeling pensive? Try yoga. Feel persecuted? Try political activism or zoloft. There is no sense of letting things pass. not time for this, I guess. Seems like I have a lot, with which I use to entertain the unentertain-dead cells hiding out within my noggin. Everything is cause and effect these days. But, what if.. yes what if what if what if.. My favorite game of self-indulgence.

What if these sensations are a direct result of frustration that is unyielding towards this cause and effect reality that is crammed down our throats. Says man to mother “ he is at the age when he can either become a person or turn into every body else.” Mom smiles. Perhaps a trifle self-indulged by such a proclamation. Perhaps by the affiliations included when making such a statement. Darkhorse. Weirdo. Black sheep. Anti-social [more in flaw than in trait this one]. Labels for the members of my family. Affectionately applied all. Can you drop out in the year 2003? Can you just drift away into a fantasy land and merge this with the real in a way that you might inspire yourself? To feel proud of yourself as a self not for an accomplishment dictated by the society at large. Not for a raise or a new job or because of the successful completion of a project of some long length - hinted at, even teased at by the educational experience - training the attention to focus into the depths of minutia ... and for why? But to eradicate the sense of self. What about concentrating on all those distractions. Thinking about things beyond your particular ken or arena. And not feeling amateur or that these speeches must be practiced. Honed. Simplified. Graduated. Qualified.

Just to let it out. All the frustrations that are felt but go unchecked and unfettered to this earth because they are common knowledge really. We are a lost people. Forgotten the faces of our fathers -- in a not so local parlance. To not let it be. To twist a stick and waggle it in the open wound that we all ignore. The facade of happiness and coziness as achievable through this hall of entertainment and modest [and not so] process of accumulation and arrangement of one’s self into categories. The illusion that content-ment is meant to be unattainable or else thee might lack some motivation. That one is a simpleton. Idealist used as thou the word should be an insult and never a compliment. As if idealism decried rigid inflexibility and hopelessness rather than the opposite. Oh to be conservative and want things to stay as they are or even to retract into yesterday, year, century. As if these qualities should be lauded and the retract should be seen as anything other than that which is most obvious: a pulling back into a shell. Protective. or so you would believe...protection by way of isolation. By shutting down. By eliminating all voice of dissent and question. By eliminating choices. This agenda so praised. As if the desire for constant change (of the self as much as of the world) was wrong save for the included implication th
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inance over the environment and over these urges is all that should change.. To change by being so bold as to stand unswayed. A trifle pretentious and bloated in this hypothetical sense -- that of Rand’s ideal to be sure -- but here, in this now. In my now. More than a trifle outdated and unrecognizable to boot.

Yar. So in this and from within this to go away. Physically in a sense, but mostly mentally, mostly to want some others to come with me. To feel that feeling I once forgot. Of community of many people many needs but similar (never ever singular) desires and hopes and wishes and dreams. And to discuss these things in terms of possibilities. To not want to run away...like that sense of childhood when one realizes they are prisoner to the desires and needs and wants of their family untill they physically leave. Even if they mentally stay behind. But to run toward this place. Truly home. or maybe hoam. It would be a new concept so why not an homophonic equivalent as well? Not a comfort or a respite from the outside worold, per se, but certainly these things as well... But a source of content ment -- a wellspring from which to draw and recharge and reinvent -- the self.. And not for some daily travels from hoam to the whirld and back again. But as a world, in miniature no doubt, but as example of not losing these desires. Not assimilating. Of remaining in flux and in change. To have this sense of rehearsal remain but not feel as though it should end. What if all the performances just ended and rehersal was the accepted. This thought alone I can live on for a while.. Hopefully until the sense of hoam comes round. Or near. Or until the people do. Or until the what if that begins with...i stop writing about these things, get up and don't go to the fridge for a drink. But get up and go out and spawn this without my biggest prejudice... That i will be let down. What then...