mojave river at rock springs road feb 2005
Monday, February 28, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
meet the BitchBoys
okay...I'm back on the davep-blog after a short-fucking-technological-SNAFU.
...just borrowed a fucking CD from Dawn: the BitchBoys "...in heat"
...the BitchBoys are the fucking greatest instrumental surf band to ever come out of Slovenia.
...the fucking greatest surf band in my cd player right at this moment in time.
...why don't you fucking find their CD or MP3 and fucking hear for yourself?
...you ever heard a surf version of the fucking Rolling Stone's "Paint it Black" with the "Theme from Dr. Zhivago" stuck right in the fucking middle?
...you will if you check out the fucking BitchBoys right now!
...fucking great.
...fucking BitchBoys.
...just borrowed a fucking CD from Dawn: the BitchBoys "...in heat"
...the BitchBoys are the fucking greatest instrumental surf band to ever come out of Slovenia.
...the fucking greatest surf band in my cd player right at this moment in time.
...why don't you fucking find their CD or MP3 and fucking hear for yourself?
...you ever heard a surf version of the fucking Rolling Stone's "Paint it Black" with the "Theme from Dr. Zhivago" stuck right in the fucking middle?
...you will if you check out the fucking BitchBoys right now!
...fucking great.
...fucking BitchBoys.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
book excerpt: "the karma of mid-life crisis"
"However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act upon them?" -The Buddha
The following is an excerpt i noticed at www.thedailyenlightenment.com ...I haven't read the book yet, but this excerpt looks interesting...I might pick up a copy...-dp
"...So each of us has two forces at work inside us: an embryonic wisdom that wants to blossom from the depths of our being, and the imprisoning weight of our karma; an unconditioned awake presence that wants to connect fully with life, and our conditioned personality patterns that narrow our perception and keep us half-asleep. From birth to death, these two forces are always at work, and our lives hang in the balance. In youth, our green life energy is usually stronger than our habitual patterns. We are still flexible, our habits have not totally solidified, and we imagine that we can overcome any obstacles standing in our way. Yet every time we repeat a habitual reaction, we wear "grooves" in our psyche. By the time we reach old age, these grooves have themselves become inflexible, stuck, set in their ways.
Somewhere in midlife the weight of karmic accumulation starts to overpower our life force. Midlife crisis is the realization that time is running out and our karma is catching up with us. At that point, we can no longer just get by on our youthful energy. Unless we bring our larger intelligence and awareness to bear on our defensive postures, they will harden further, freezing us into a living rigor mortis. This cannot be emphasized too strongly: If we do nothing, our karma will bury us."
from: Journey of the Heart by John Welwood
The following is an excerpt i noticed at www.thedailyenlightenment.com ...I haven't read the book yet, but this excerpt looks interesting...I might pick up a copy...-dp
"...So each of us has two forces at work inside us: an embryonic wisdom that wants to blossom from the depths of our being, and the imprisoning weight of our karma; an unconditioned awake presence that wants to connect fully with life, and our conditioned personality patterns that narrow our perception and keep us half-asleep. From birth to death, these two forces are always at work, and our lives hang in the balance. In youth, our green life energy is usually stronger than our habitual patterns. We are still flexible, our habits have not totally solidified, and we imagine that we can overcome any obstacles standing in our way. Yet every time we repeat a habitual reaction, we wear "grooves" in our psyche. By the time we reach old age, these grooves have themselves become inflexible, stuck, set in their ways.
Somewhere in midlife the weight of karmic accumulation starts to overpower our life force. Midlife crisis is the realization that time is running out and our karma is catching up with us. At that point, we can no longer just get by on our youthful energy. Unless we bring our larger intelligence and awareness to bear on our defensive postures, they will harden further, freezing us into a living rigor mortis. This cannot be emphasized too strongly: If we do nothing, our karma will bury us."
from: Journey of the Heart by John Welwood
Thursday, February 03, 2005
forthrightness and betrayal
forthrightness and betrayal
such beautiful opposites
doppelganger mirror vision
Alice's world in dreams
da Vinci written code works
alieves and belays
lovingkindness
away
forthrightness and betrayal
similar means, such dissimilar ends
honesty lacks much truthfulness' stake
dishonest actions hidden behind ego's sake
not written down it takes
nor speaking virtual land line of late
recorded deceptions
subtle perceptions
decieves
such beautiful opposites
doppelganger mirror vision
Alice's world in dreams
da Vinci written code works
alieves and belays
lovingkindness
away
forthrightness and betrayal
similar means, such dissimilar ends
honesty lacks much truthfulness' stake
dishonest actions hidden behind ego's sake
not written down it takes
nor speaking virtual land line of late
recorded deceptions
subtle perceptions
decieves
Friday, January 28, 2005
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you can do anything at www.zombo.com
anything at all...
the only limit is yourself...
this is www.zombo.com and welcome to you who have come to www.zombo.com
anything is possible at www.zombo.com
you can do anything at www.zombo.com
the infinite is possible at www.zombo.com
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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
petra haden: the who sells out
...after a long (and tiring) holiday break, I return to blogging.
...for your edification, I present Petra Haden's latest project...a total recreation of "The Who Sells Out"...but, with a groovy twist...Petra "plays" all the instruments a capella...that is she does the whole album with her voice only...sounds interesting.
...read all about it: here
...for your edification, I present Petra Haden's latest project...a total recreation of "The Who Sells Out"...but, with a groovy twist...Petra "plays" all the instruments a capella...that is she does the whole album with her voice only...sounds interesting.
...read all about it: here
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Fireship Tactics: offensive strategies, part one
For what purposes, and under which circumstances, might a captain choose to utilize the Fireship as an offensive weapon?
A brief exploration of some possible motives:
1. Fireship used as the ultimate terror weapon on the high seas. The temerity of a captain who chooses to torch a perfectly good sailing vessel is frightening in its own right. Some would deem such a captain insane. Not unlike the suicide bombers of today, the captain who chooses to utilize a Fireship must believe in the righteousness of the mission and in addition, must be willing to succeed in this mission despite the high personal and material costs. To instill the maximum terror upon the enemy, the Fireship captain must be willing to do the unthinkable. This ability to place completion of the mission above a variety personal motivations seems the hallmark of one willing to unleash Fireships against an enemy.
2. Fireship used as distraction or feint. This motive seems possible, but weak. A captain could choose to utilize the Fireship to distract an opponent, to occupy an opponent's forces in order to reposition or maneuver other craft into position. Destroying one's ship seems a costly choice, especially to perform a feint maneuver. A captain with relatively vast resources may choose this option, although the more frugal among us may call such a move "foolhardy". A well-disguised Fireship feint-attack, however, can increase confusion among the opponent's forces.
3. Fireship used as harbor clearing weapon. In order to drive an opponent from their moorings, the Fireship can be unleashed within a harbor. Utilizing the Fireship in this manner increases the terror-value of the attacking raid: the opponent will likely be unprepared for such attack while comfortably at anchorage. The close proximity of opposing forces within the harbor increases the effectiveness of the Fireship attack: many vessels can be damaged or destroyed simultaneously.
4. Fireship used as "weapon-of-last-resort". This motive seems most plausible (and dramatic). A captain would choose to sacrifice the Fireship in order to overcome the power of a superior opponent. Being the "weapon-of-last-resort", the Fireship would be prepared and deployed with great precision and care. As the last-chance weapon, the Fireship's value to achieving the mission goals would necessarily be inestimable.
A brief exploration of some possible motives:
1. Fireship used as the ultimate terror weapon on the high seas. The temerity of a captain who chooses to torch a perfectly good sailing vessel is frightening in its own right. Some would deem such a captain insane. Not unlike the suicide bombers of today, the captain who chooses to utilize a Fireship must believe in the righteousness of the mission and in addition, must be willing to succeed in this mission despite the high personal and material costs. To instill the maximum terror upon the enemy, the Fireship captain must be willing to do the unthinkable. This ability to place completion of the mission above a variety personal motivations seems the hallmark of one willing to unleash Fireships against an enemy.
2. Fireship used as distraction or feint. This motive seems possible, but weak. A captain could choose to utilize the Fireship to distract an opponent, to occupy an opponent's forces in order to reposition or maneuver other craft into position. Destroying one's ship seems a costly choice, especially to perform a feint maneuver. A captain with relatively vast resources may choose this option, although the more frugal among us may call such a move "foolhardy". A well-disguised Fireship feint-attack, however, can increase confusion among the opponent's forces.
3. Fireship used as harbor clearing weapon. In order to drive an opponent from their moorings, the Fireship can be unleashed within a harbor. Utilizing the Fireship in this manner increases the terror-value of the attacking raid: the opponent will likely be unprepared for such attack while comfortably at anchorage. The close proximity of opposing forces within the harbor increases the effectiveness of the Fireship attack: many vessels can be damaged or destroyed simultaneously.
4. Fireship used as "weapon-of-last-resort". This motive seems most plausible (and dramatic). A captain would choose to sacrifice the Fireship in order to overcome the power of a superior opponent. Being the "weapon-of-last-resort", the Fireship would be prepared and deployed with great precision and care. As the last-chance weapon, the Fireship's value to achieving the mission goals would necessarily be inestimable.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Fireship soundtrack music
a couple of cool instrumental bands that might just change your life:
the Blue Hawaiians
the Bitch Boys
LISTEN: the Blue Hawaiians play Mancini's "Charade"
LISTEN: the Bitch Boys play "Blejski Venck"
the Blue Hawaiians
the Bitch Boys
LISTEN: the Blue Hawaiians play Mancini's "Charade"
LISTEN: the Bitch Boys play "Blejski Venck"
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
The Fireship: an introduction to a metaphor
Fire has, since the beginning of time, been utilized as an effective nautical weapon: simply put, wood ships burn. The Greeks and Phonecians may have originated the technology of the Fireship: a specially modified craft jam-packed with incendiaries, explosives and flammables which is ignited and then sent careening into a target vessel. The effect of this weapon was terrifying. A demonic-ship-of-fire that sacrifices herself in order to destroy another. During the days of tall-masted wood and canvas ships, no other weapon struck as much terror into the hearts of seamen as did the Fireship. In a sense, the Fireship was an early terrorist weapon, and to the sailor, definitely a weapon of mass destruction. What worse fate than to be incinerated while afloat?
Typically, Fireships were outfitted with their infernal cargoes well hidden. The idea was to fully disguise a Fireship in order to avoid drawing undue attention. The ship was outfitted in a secret port, and then maneuvered into the battle area by a skeleton crew. Typically, this skeleton crew would raise sail and banners and pretend to be just another "ship-of-the-line". In a highly synchronized maneuver, the crew would light smoldering punks below decks and ready the lifeboats abaft. At the last possible moment, the sails would be tacked and the wheel would be blocked. As the Fireship quickly changed course, she was headed straight towards her target. Meanwhile, the skeleton crew would quickly abandon ship. The Fireship then completed her malevolent mission unguided.
Rigging lines and woodbeam crossarms would intertwine in a fiery dance of death. The flames ignite, the terror comlete. "Thems that die be the lucky ones!"
Typically, Fireships were outfitted with their infernal cargoes well hidden. The idea was to fully disguise a Fireship in order to avoid drawing undue attention. The ship was outfitted in a secret port, and then maneuvered into the battle area by a skeleton crew. Typically, this skeleton crew would raise sail and banners and pretend to be just another "ship-of-the-line". In a highly synchronized maneuver, the crew would light smoldering punks below decks and ready the lifeboats abaft. At the last possible moment, the sails would be tacked and the wheel would be blocked. As the Fireship quickly changed course, she was headed straight towards her target. Meanwhile, the skeleton crew would quickly abandon ship. The Fireship then completed her malevolent mission unguided.
Rigging lines and woodbeam crossarms would intertwine in a fiery dance of death. The flames ignite, the terror comlete. "Thems that die be the lucky ones!"
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
NEWS FLASH: Secular Humanism pervades public educational institutions
File this dispatch under: RANT.
Today, I received a tongue lashing from a parent because I classified humans as "Animals" during a Junior High science lecture. The lecture was an attempt to explain the various sub-fields of scientific inquiry: physical science, life science, earth science and applied science. My attempt was to distinguish between the realms of physical science (inanimate science) and life science (animate science). Life science, I explained, has many sub-specialties: biology, botany, zoology, medicine, ecology, etceteras. Biology, I continued, is usually divided into animal biology and plant biology, and additionally, single-cell biology. Needless to say, the student was surprised to find out that scientifically, humans are classified as animals. Unlike plants, humans eat, digest and defecate and are highly mobile. Humans possess specialized animal organs and tissues. Humans do not normally photosynthesize. A straight-forward classification, so I thought.
Little did I know, that since the mid-14th century, secular humanism has been running rampant in our public education system. Of course I knew about Thomas Hobbs, John Locke, Niccolo Machiavelli and Adam Smith...and of course I knew about the tumultuous period known as the Elightenment...but, I obviously I was unaware of the rampant secular humanist conspiracy to take over the minds of our youth. Perhaps I was wrong to suggest that of course, since our US Constitution was prefaced and based upon these heretical secular humanist philosophies, than it only made sense that our entire public education system was nothing more than a shady humanistic sham intended to sway unsuspecting young minds into the satanic fold of the Evolutionary Darwinists. As Huxley once said: "you pays your money, and you takes your chances."
Perhaps our publicly funded education systems should teach church doctrine. The confusing part for me will be deciding which church I'm supposed represent. I like what the Catholic doctrine has to offer, maybe I should teach that. No wait, perhaps the shamanistic Native American religions have a more invigorating viewpoint, I'll try that. Or, better yet, perhaps the State can guide my decision, the State could definitely decide which doctrine would be best for me to teach. I mean, heck, they already decided that I should teach the secular humanist heresy, right?
The point is, that perhaps our Constitution represents something more than a simple piece of paper I use to justify my personal positions and philosophies in life. Perhaps it serves as a sort of criterion intended to governs the machinations of a "free" nation. Then again, perhaps the founding father's were nothing more than money-grubbing-secular-humanist-proto-Darwinists-lying-in wait-to-devour-our-God-fearing-Cotton-Mather-Puritan-souls.
Today, I received a tongue lashing from a parent because I classified humans as "Animals" during a Junior High science lecture. The lecture was an attempt to explain the various sub-fields of scientific inquiry: physical science, life science, earth science and applied science. My attempt was to distinguish between the realms of physical science (inanimate science) and life science (animate science). Life science, I explained, has many sub-specialties: biology, botany, zoology, medicine, ecology, etceteras. Biology, I continued, is usually divided into animal biology and plant biology, and additionally, single-cell biology. Needless to say, the student was surprised to find out that scientifically, humans are classified as animals. Unlike plants, humans eat, digest and defecate and are highly mobile. Humans possess specialized animal organs and tissues. Humans do not normally photosynthesize. A straight-forward classification, so I thought.
Little did I know, that since the mid-14th century, secular humanism has been running rampant in our public education system. Of course I knew about Thomas Hobbs, John Locke, Niccolo Machiavelli and Adam Smith...and of course I knew about the tumultuous period known as the Elightenment...but, I obviously I was unaware of the rampant secular humanist conspiracy to take over the minds of our youth. Perhaps I was wrong to suggest that of course, since our US Constitution was prefaced and based upon these heretical secular humanist philosophies, than it only made sense that our entire public education system was nothing more than a shady humanistic sham intended to sway unsuspecting young minds into the satanic fold of the Evolutionary Darwinists. As Huxley once said: "you pays your money, and you takes your chances."
Perhaps our publicly funded education systems should teach church doctrine. The confusing part for me will be deciding which church I'm supposed represent. I like what the Catholic doctrine has to offer, maybe I should teach that. No wait, perhaps the shamanistic Native American religions have a more invigorating viewpoint, I'll try that. Or, better yet, perhaps the State can guide my decision, the State could definitely decide which doctrine would be best for me to teach. I mean, heck, they already decided that I should teach the secular humanist heresy, right?
The point is, that perhaps our Constitution represents something more than a simple piece of paper I use to justify my personal positions and philosophies in life. Perhaps it serves as a sort of criterion intended to governs the machinations of a "free" nation. Then again, perhaps the founding father's were nothing more than money-grubbing-secular-humanist-proto-Darwinists-lying-in wait-to-devour-our-God-fearing-Cotton-Mather-Puritan-souls.
Monday, September 27, 2004
Ruminations on the Class of '83
backwards into the tube
closed inside the tunnel
falls onwards and outwards
the tunnel-pipe we peep through
away from today
charcoal eyes searching
connect with some
remembrance of another
looking to reconnect
make contact
and be touched
that way again
the clouds appear
and blocking the sun
and blocking the moon
and blocking the stars
they block the memories
of known things forgotten
charcoal eyes
remind
sullen acceptance
of clocks ticking
cars driving
planes flying
doors closing
goodbyes never said
heartbreak never accepted
dreams never acknowledged
tunnels never closing
the pipe inside the tunnel-cave
we peep through
and see today
closed inside the tunnel
falls onwards and outwards
the tunnel-pipe we peep through
away from today
charcoal eyes searching
connect with some
remembrance of another
looking to reconnect
make contact
and be touched
that way again
the clouds appear
and blocking the sun
and blocking the moon
and blocking the stars
they block the memories
of known things forgotten
charcoal eyes
remind
sullen acceptance
of clocks ticking
cars driving
planes flying
doors closing
goodbyes never said
heartbreak never accepted
dreams never acknowledged
tunnels never closing
the pipe inside the tunnel-cave
we peep through
and see today
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
dick dale desert sunset
high on a quiet desert plain,
lonesome staccato guitar
in hand
Dick Dale
rules this joshua tree empire
like a Machiavellian prince
of old
come to life
in the
here and now
in order to
totally kick your ass
lonesome staccato guitar:
ostinato crying
like the desert winds
in a black leather jacket;
the Dick Dale desert
stretches out
as far as the human eye
can see
quiet on the high desert plain
Dick Dale ostinato
lonesome staccato guitar
reverberates
through
sand rock canyons:
tube riders
on longboards,
horses hooves
beating ceaselessly
on Pacific Beach
desert sand
waves
lonesome staccato guitar
in the Dick Dale desert:
reverberation screaming
louder than
adobe
women giving birth
to adobe sons
riding longboards,
endless summer
setting on
Pacific Beach
desert sand
waves
Dick Dale desert sunset
cries Miserlou
"hup ho- Miiis-er-loooooo-"
quietly
alone
again
lonesome staccato guitar
in hand
Dick Dale
rules this joshua tree empire
like a Machiavellian prince
of old
come to life
in the
here and now
in order to
totally kick your ass
lonesome staccato guitar:
ostinato crying
like the desert winds
in a black leather jacket;
the Dick Dale desert
stretches out
as far as the human eye
can see
quiet on the high desert plain
Dick Dale ostinato
lonesome staccato guitar
reverberates
through
sand rock canyons:
tube riders
on longboards,
horses hooves
beating ceaselessly
on Pacific Beach
desert sand
waves
lonesome staccato guitar
in the Dick Dale desert:
reverberation screaming
louder than
adobe
women giving birth
to adobe sons
riding longboards,
endless summer
setting on
Pacific Beach
desert sand
waves
Dick Dale desert sunset
cries Miserlou
"hup ho- Miiis-er-loooooo-"
quietly
alone
again
Monday, September 20, 2004
plastic surgery reconsidered
Plastic surgery is often touted as a safe and harmless (as well as glamorous) method to "correct" or "enhance" percieved imperfections or flaws in one's appearance. To some, it is the ultimate luxury item: conspicuous consumption and a status symbol that accents the Cadillac nicely. To others, it is the fulfillment of a lifetime's dream: correcting the flaws and the imperfections that have annoyed and frustrated, sometimes to tears.
Unfortunately, like any surgical procedure there are hidden costs, risks and possible complications:
1. encapsulation: the body can produce scar tissue which surrounds foreign material. These scars (aka encapsulations) can distort one's visage in unexpected ways.
2. infection: like any surgery, elective plastic surgery entails the risk of infection. Five weeks of Cipro, accompanied with foul sanguineous discharge is not a pleasant prospect.
3. pain: if you enjoy sleeping in odd positions and popping Vicadin, elective plastic surgery might be for you.
4. financial cost: well, you know this one: $$$
5. emotional cost: pain, suffering, frustration, self-doubt...and, hopefully in the end, if everything goes as planned, satisfaction.
Many who have been under the knife would caution those contemplating elective plastic surgery: heed this warning.
Unfortunately, like any surgical procedure there are hidden costs, risks and possible complications:
1. encapsulation: the body can produce scar tissue which surrounds foreign material. These scars (aka encapsulations) can distort one's visage in unexpected ways.
2. infection: like any surgery, elective plastic surgery entails the risk of infection. Five weeks of Cipro, accompanied with foul sanguineous discharge is not a pleasant prospect.
3. pain: if you enjoy sleeping in odd positions and popping Vicadin, elective plastic surgery might be for you.
4. financial cost: well, you know this one: $$$
5. emotional cost: pain, suffering, frustration, self-doubt...and, hopefully in the end, if everything goes as planned, satisfaction.
Many who have been under the knife would caution those contemplating elective plastic surgery: heed this warning.
Universal Resource Locator for Sector Seven
Reverand Krogar's (aka Frank G) awesomely interesting experimental website: Universal Resource Locator for Sector Seven
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