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Art Gish

Art Gish died today
This beautiful man
of peace and thoughtfulness
of unending patience and bravery.
He practiced his beliefs boldly
and intensely
without ever shouting or belittling.
Coaching young stoners on non-violent protest
Defying Israeli tanks, a canon barrel at his face
he taught to find the good, the humanity in every situation
And that there can be no peace without a conversation.

Art Gish died today
This beautiful man
A man of Love and Peace
When his tractor rolled on him
and caught fire, pinned in the blaze

God is a mean-spirited fucker.

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A Wick, A Wisp (v.2)

do you remember how
you used to just lay there
smiling thinking grinning
I could smell your thoughts
you tasted like
burnt
honey

curled away by a slick breeze
icicles feathering across
a vast chasm

a chance, a night, a cry, a note, a wick, a wisp

a sigh

a deep black

a touch
just
a touch

I close my eyes and jump

and I split open my face

knowing that there was no other ending

you are just laying there

smiling
thinking
grinning
bleeding

with me

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A bunch of Twits or “leave Taxi Driver the fuck alone!”

Integrating Twitter with a screening of “Taxi Driver” What is the point?

This is absolute heresy coming from a social media evangelist, but I still think Twitter is an incredibly lame one-trick pony whose trick is pretty dull. At worst Twitter becomes intrusive and depowering or at best creates a Limited Amnesiac Collective Consciousness.

Let me explain.

I just read on mashable.com that Sony is doing a screening of Taxi Driver tonight and will be integration twits—err- tweets during the event. How could the experience of (arguably) Martin Scorcese’s finest film possibly be enhanced or add value by having a bunch of tweets flying about while watching it? Even if we aren’t talking about a masterpiece like Taxi Driver- let’s replace it with I don’t know, a Pauly Shore Movie “Encino Man”, how does the nattering of everyone you don’t know tossing comments and flames at you enhance the experience rather than wholly detract from it?

Now you might argue that anything that distracts you from “Encino Man” is good thing, but you’re just being snarky.

Twitter has value as trending crowdsourced topics, such as Michael Jackson’s health or even political events- it has value in that I get to learn what is bugging my daughters, what’s bugging Diablo Cody, what’s amusing Adam Savage and a few others I can’t mention on a particular day. It has some value on being able to ping several people or tossing and idea out there to get VERY brief feedback.

But for the most part it distracts from and dilutes whatever anyone is trying to talk about, especially in the moment. Tweeting during a move is akin to having the entire movie theatre nattering at you while you’re trying to enjoy a movie. Even worse (and please my friends and colleagues, please know I love you regardless); when people tweet during a conference while someone is speaking does two things primarily: it’s is taking the tweeters attention away from the speaker and it is drawing the attention away from someone else listening to check their tweets about what other people are saying about what they are currently experiencing. It’s akin to sharing an experience with other vicariously through a tool that helps you experience the event less. And for those of us not currently experiencing the event, we have absolutely no context to what is being tweeted not could we if the tweeter wanted to because—well; 140.

Shared experiences is how society grows and learns and becomes better- through good and bad events. Shared experiences can be fun and enlightening. If 1 million people decide to watch and share the Taxi Driver experience tonight and they all decide to tweet during the event- I can pretty much guarantee that anything intelligent, poignant or epiphianic will be lost in the sea of tweets and/or if you are going to constantly refresh your screen or phone for updated trending topics, you aren’t watching the movie so you’re really not sharing the experience.

And tomorrow, none of it matters, because there is no permanence; no way to review, store and refer back to anything more than a few hours or days old without tremendous effort. And if you have that kind of time, you are either very wealthy with absolutely no life or you are spending an inordinate amount of time chasing a fleeting 140 character or less thought when you probably should be doing something else- like having a beer, finishing that report or actually speaking to the person next to you.

Twitter is fun. It has some limited value. It can create awareness and solve problems. It can allow you to stalk your favorite person(s) or find out about a sale on video cards or where to “tweet up” to get collectively trashed.

But please stop cramming it into every possible use-case no matter how stupid it might be for the sake of being “Twittified”.

And for all things sacred, don’t mess with “Taxi Driver”.

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Someone please buy CNN a fucking dictionary

* Main Entry: con·tro·ver·sial
* Pronunciation: \?kän-tr?-?v?r-sh?l, -?v?r-s?-?l\
* Function: adjective
* Date: 1583

1 : of, relating to, or arousing controversy
2 : given to controversy : disputatious

— con·tro·ver·sial·ism \-sh?-?li-z?m, -s?-?-?\ noun
— con·tro·ver·sial·ist \-list\ noun
— con·tro·ver·sial·ly adverb

cnn_are_idiots

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Palindrone…

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My conversation with God

Via Richard Metzger’s link vis a vis facebook

Me:
i’m sorry
God:
Do you really mean it?
Me:
maybe
God:
I understand.
Me:
what color are your toenails?
God:
Does toenails have color?
Me:
you created the, you would know.
God:
Thanks for the information: said I created the you would know.
Me:
I meant you created them so you should know. And you should have known I meant to say that
God:
Oh I see. Interesting gossip: said I created them so you should know. Perhaps next time I will try it.
Me:
Try what?
God:
Try fooling me.
Me:
You will try fooling yourself?
God:
What makes you say that I will try fooling myself.
Me:
I didn’t, you did.
God:
Why didn’t you do it?
Me:
Why didn’t I say I’d fool you or why didn’t I fool you?
God:
I’m not too good with counterfactuals.
Me:
I understand.
God:
Do you think about these things?
Me:
Well obviously. If Ibstated or asked soemthing, it means I would have had to think about it.
God:
How about that. What makes it so obvious? There exist Ibstated or asked soemthing it means you would.
Me:
yeah see- I am slightly dyslexic. You should know that and interpret my meaning being omnipotent and all.
God:
Ugh. I see. Good gossip: you are dyslexic. Now I do.
Me:
I thought you saw all. How is that good gossip? That’s kind of mean. My feelings are hurt/
God:
Sorry I can’t see annything right now. My eye is off. Fine as far as I know. Sometimes I say mean things. Do robots have feelings are hurt?
Me:
Do androids dream of electronic moose?
God:
Androids do.
Me:
Thanks the gods, I was hoping so.
God:
You are quite welcome! What are your goals in life?
Me:
Oh- I meant “the gods” I suppose you count too. My goals in life are to convince Christina Applegate I’m a great guy and finally sell a book or something so I can retire early and with a nice nest egg of 30-50 million
God:
Excuse me! Oh I see. What is that? What can I do to help you accomplish your objective?
Me:
You don’t strike me as very omnipotent.
God:
Do you strike you as very omnipotent? No I do not strike you as very omnipotent. Do you?
I chat with people on the Web.
Me:
So do pedophiles.
God:
I see. I do nothing but chat all day.
There might be more than one.
Me:
Thanks for your time.
God:
It was nothing.
Me:
I agree.
God:
You and I are on the same wavelength, .

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the cigarette that tastes best

the cigarette that tastes best
is the one that you will never have again

at 1 am
by the quarry lake’s edge
naked and laughing and still slightly buzzed
she says “I would have drowned if it weren’t for you”
I tell her I was just happy to her body against mine
whatever the reason

the moonlight
my friends
finding their clothes
the black warm water
calling out
instead I run up to a car
since I cant find my lighter
and startle a couple whose tongues
are down each others throat
“you’re naked”
“I’m jonesing really bad- you have a light?”
I take a deep drag, thank them and snake into my jeans
exhale deeply as I climb into my westfalia
and drive into the night

the entire universe and everything that ever could be possible
in the dark
ahead of me.

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arrogance

when I grow up
I’d like to be president
or lao tsu
or aristophanes

actually all three
would fucking rock

I am so much less than
I had hoped to be

and I can watch every minute wasted
detracting from greatness
from changing minds
and creating a belief
that will carry humanity forward
into the light
away from the dark
and depravity and violence
thats makes me want to spit

I look at the white page
blank and desolate
it mocks me
I let it mock me
I let it make me fail
I am paralyzed
I am not as smart as I know I am
would it to be so
it’s not

I succumb to knowing
that within a generation
two if I’m lucky
my words
these words too
will be dust
and pollution in a landfill;
what is the half-life of hard drives?

I’ve done good things for people
and really shitty things to others
I have friends
who make me laugh and be rude
my children love me
and are turning into fabulous grown human beings
more than I could have ever hoped

some days
some nights
some mornings

it’s just enough

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Another Voice for peace falls to silence

Mahmoud Darwish passed away at age 67 following open heart surgery according to cnn.com. I don’t know Arabic, but listening to his voice there are universal understandings. Pain- frustration, hope, despair, anger, and again hope.

It’s so rare that a voice of reason, passion and eloquence is heard above the din of hyperbole, stupidity and punditry; it is sad when that voice becomes quiet.

Poets illuminate the mundane and underscore the awful- life is… hard. And beautiful.

There are too few of us and tonight there is one less. When we are gone, we are gone and nothing we do comes with us- it’s what we pass on that matters.

I wish and hope Mr. Darwish now finds the peace that was denied him during his lifetime.

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Ironeeee

Not exactly from m-w.com…

Main Entry:
iro·neeee
\??-r?-n?? also ??(-?)r-n??\
Function:
noun
Inflected Form(s):
plural iro·nieeeeeees
Infected Form(s):
puss-filled iro·nieeeeeees
Etymology:
Latin ironia, from Greek eir?nia, from eir?n dissembler
Date:
1502-ish

1: a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the other’s false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning —called also Socratic irony
2 : the use of words to express something other than and especially the opposite of the literal meaning
3 : Being too busy working deeply in launching, building and supporting social communities and environments to actually ever read, comment on or post blogs myself and feeling wholly disconnected.

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