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the quality isn’t so great but in case you really can’t tell at all what this is, well … it’s obviously, the best way to transport a camel… in the back of your pickup!

“Mickey Blue Eyes Wide Shut”

A couple is forced to reexamine their relationship when an old friend introduces them to a life of underground crime and lighthearted romantic comedy. Hugh Grant, Tom Crusie and Nicole Kidman star.

via Best Week Ever

just wait till you see the end!

everyone’s probably seen this. watch it again.

i betta have fatalisk- burnd. may it bring you joy as it does me.

John Campanelli of the Cleveland Plain Dealer managed to get an interview with cloistered cartoonist Bill Watterson. I’ve copied and pasted it below. You can also view the interview on the Plain Dealer site.

This marks the 15th year since “Calvin and Hobbes” said goodbye to the comics pages. Creator Bill Watterson, who grew up in Chagrin Falls and still makes Greater Cleveland his home, recently answered some questions via e-mail from Plain Dealer reporter John Campanelli. It’s believed to be the first interview with the reclusive artist since 1989.

With almost 15 years of separation and reflection, what do you think it was about “Calvin and Hobbes” that went beyond just capturing readers’ attention, but their hearts as well?

The only part I understand is what went into the creation of the strip. What readers take away from it is up to them. Once the strip is published, readers bring their own experiences to it, and the work takes on a life of its own. Everyone responds differently to different parts.

I just tried to write honestly, and I tried to make this little world fun to look at, so people would take the time to read it. That was the full extent of my concern. You mix a bunch of ingredients, and once in a great while, chemistry happens. I can’t explain why the strip caught on the way it did, and I don’t think I could ever duplicate it. A lot of things have to go right all at once.

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not spooky at all.., originally uploaded by Darius twin.

and if you believe that, I’ll tell you another lie.

abandoned mental institution ruins - altadena, ca.
shot under the wolf moon

side table: rustic comfort

creation: nothing but folded silk

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I wanted to share an email/event my friend Grace Parra is plugging:

Friends, Male and Female -

A brief note that tomorrow, Monday, February 1, 2009 is the 5th Annual Sophie B. Hawkins Day, a blessed annual holiday wherein we celebrate the greatest Top 40 Hit of the 1990’s by waking up and playing Sophie’s hit “As I Lay Me Down” first thing in the morning.

Sophie B. Hawkins - “As I Lay Me Down”

Founded five years ago this day in the township of New York, a village cold as the day is long, Sophie B. Hawkins Day celebrates the midwinter need for hope - the desire for a warmer, Springier time - a time that East Coasters in particular will acknowledge as far away enough to seem but a distant dream.

And what does Sophie B. Hawkins have to do with this?

As a pledged American and proponent of justice, you’ll no doubt recall the first line in the song, which goes - - -

“It felt like Springtime on this February morning…”

No greater lyric so captures the thrill of Spring; the gurgling of rebirth. When the sprightly clap of the clave nudges the offbeat of the egg shaker, your eyes widen with familiarity and bounce. And when that all-too familiar organ enters at 0:03 seconds, you’re home again - snuggling beneath a warm blanket; peaking outside your bedroom window at a wintry mix of snow and bare trees. At last, at 0:06 seconds, we hear the dulcet tones of our classic poetess - in a phrase so enlightening and inspiring that, yes, it merits a holiday.

In this, the 5th Annual Celebration of Our Lady of Hawkins, we herald the coming of spring; the promise of hope; and the life of the world to come. Play “As I Lay Me Down” when you awake, embrace the dawn of a new day, and give a little salute to the woman who unites humanity on an annual basis - Ms. Sophie B. Hawkins. And spread the word! Forward this email and join our FACEBOOK GROUP Sophie B. Hawkins Day Committee

Warm Regards,
Commander-in-Chief Grace Parra, Sophie B. Hawkins Committee
(With thanks to fellow committee members P.Mende-Siedlecki, R. Abrams, T. Keenan, and Professor Emeritus H. Chavez)

Electricity is something most of us take for granted on a daily basis. We flip the switch and the lights come on. We push a button and our blender frappes, our microwave hums, our TV glows. How often do we think about the effort required to make that power so readily available? In my experience this happens… well…not often enough.

Sure we think about it once a month when the bill comes and we cringe for a second remembering how we left the bathroom light on, the TV on, the refrigerator door open…but that passes quickly.

I used to be this way, but something changed all that. Let’s just say I’ve always been fascinated by electricity, but I was content to pay my bill every month and overlook the environmental damage I was inflicting through my complacency. That all changed the day I picked up a book titled Man Out Of Time by Margaret Cheney.

My fascination with Nikola Tesla’s mysterious ‘mad scientist’ persona was only the beginning. Tesla’s story prompted me to dig deeper into the history of his work and the evolution of his ideas, as well as the work of men he inspired. In today’s world his name conjures up images of lightning bolts, a hippie sports car, or a crappy 80s band…but what about the power distribution system that makes all of our modern appliances possible? The discovery of X-Rays and Microwaves? The Radio? Remote Control?

Tesla had a few more of those “just-crazy-enough-they-might-work” ideas that have been all but lost to the world since his death. He believed that unlimited, clean, free electrical energy could be harnessed for the benefit of mankind, and to that end, he made it his life’s work to accomplish just that.

During the years between 1901 and 1917 a strange looking tower stood in Shoreham, Long Island just south of New York City. This monolithic structure was to be the crown jewel in Tesla’s rise from rural peasant in Smiljian (now part of Croatia) to his newly donned sobriquet of Master of Lightning and Aristocrat of New York City.

The only thing that stood between Tesla and his voluminous dreams was his rather paltry means. Tesla made unbelievable sums of money during his lifetime, but he also spent them within rather short periods of time. The cost of inventing was, and still is, quite high. So, as all budding genius’ do in a capitalistic monetary system, he sought out investors. His backer on this particular project was one J. Pierpont Morgan, a name few people on the planet are not familiar with in some form or another.

J.P. Morgan may have financed Tesla on a number of projects, but his eyes were always fixated on the bottom line, and the story was no different with the Wardenclyffe project. Transatlantic radio communication was the intended function of this project, according to Tesla, and that was exactly what J.P. Morgan expected him to deliver. Unfortunately for Tesla, and for humanity, Guglielmo Marconi conducted the first public demonstration of transatlantic communication without wires on December 12, 1901 and Morgan soon called Tesla in to explain how he could have been beaten out by Marconi. Tesla’s famous reply was, “Well he is using 17 of my patents.”

Regardless of the legal status of Marconi’s work, J.P. Morgan did not want to continue to finance Tesla’s extremely costly project when he could acquire Marconi’s technology at a much lower price, so he informed Tesla that he was going to pull the financial plug. In that moment Tesla saw his entire life’s work slipping away so he broke down and told Morgan the true function of his tower…free wireless energy available to anyone on the planet.

This may sound like an absurd claim, but coming from Tesla it may not have been too far off. After all, this man had not only given us fluorescent lighting, A/C motors, high frequency transmission systems, and hydroelectric power plants, but he had also revolutionized the way we look at the natural world in the West.

His dreams however, did not pay the bills, and the tower was eventually dismantled and sold off for scrap. J.P. Morgan took things one step further however, and he made it his personal duty to see that Tesla’s system did not find financing from any other source…effectively “blackballing” Tesla.

This is just one small example of a progressive, beneficial, and environmentally sound technology being squashed by greed, but there are more…many, many more. Stay tuned for more tales of inventors who demonstrated cleaner, more efficient, and more environmentally friendly forms of power generation but were lost to the annals of history due to the greed and arrogance of the powerful few.

-novicemonk

From “The Zombie Survival Guide”

Page 41:

Firearms

“Of all the weapons discussed in this book, nothing is more important than your primary firearm. Keep it cleaned, keep it oiled, keep it loaded, keep it close. With a cool head, steady hand, and pleanty of ammunition, one human is more than a match for an army of zombies. “

Reclusive novelist JD Salinger has died. I read ‘Catcher in the Rye’ twice and I didn’t like it either time. I didn’t get along with Holden. Regardless, he was a very good author and I’m sure many had hoped he would have come out of seclusion prior to his death. Anyway, may he rest in peace in death, as I’m sure he’d done in life, spending many years outside of the public eye.

An obituary from the BBC:

The son of a well-to-do Jewish businessman and Scots-Irish mother, Jerome David Salinger was born in New York in 1919 and grew up in uptown Manhattan.

The relationship with his father was cold and his conflict about his being half-Jewish affected him deeply.

He began writing stories when he was thrust into the harsh world of a military academy at Valley Forge in rural Pennsylvania.

He had been sent there after dropping out of the exclusive McBurney School on Manhattan’s Upper West Side.

JD Salinger enjoyed early success in the 1940s with the publication of numerous short stories in magazines, among them the New Yorker.

But when the United States entered World War II, Salinger, whose cynicism was a talking-point among his relatives, surprised them by his eagerness to join the Services.

‘Catcher’

He worked in army counter-intelligence and the bloody fighting he witnessed at close quarters during the Normandy landing and in the Battle of the Bulge was to have a great impact on his life.

According to his daughter Peggy, he witnessed the horrors of the German concentration camps. He suffered something approaching a nervous breakdown and, while convalescing in France, he met and married a French doctor, but they were divorced after eight months.

When The Catcher in the Rye first appeared in 1951, chronicling 48 hours in the life of a teenage rebel, Holden Caulfield, as he wanders the streets of New York in a state of mental collapse, it enjoyed early, but modest success.

But within a few years, it had become a bible of teenage dissent in America and a staple of high school and freshman college English courses.

A study of adolescence – at once tender and harshly honest – it spoke for millions of young people who didn’t want to be “phoney” in a commercial, materialistic world.

Caulfield became a cult figure comparable with James Dean, but it seems the novel also had an undesirable influence on Mark David Chapman, who said he killed John Lennon to promote Salinger’s work, and the man who shot and wounded Ronald Reagan, John Hinckley.

Almost immediately after “Catcher” was published, Salinger became disillusioned with publishing.

He hated interviews and contact with the public and in 1953, increasingly fed up with publishing and the public, he bought a house at Cornish, New Hampshire, and retreated into a seclusion that was to last for the rest of his life.

Court ruling

His subsequent books - only three more were published - were all best-sellers. Perhaps the most interesting was Franny and Zooey, but critics felt they all lacked the freshness and drive of Catcher.

No new Salinger fiction has appeared since 1965 and Salinger has done everything possible to try to thwart the efforts of biographers.

In 1987, the US Supreme Court upheld a claim by Salinger that his copyright had been violated by a critic of the The Sunday Times who drew on unpublished letters from Salinger for an unauthorised biography he published of him.

Throughout his life, Salinger befriended women younger than himself. He married Claire Douglas, aged 19, when he was 35 in 1954. They had two children and then divorced in 1967.

For nearly 30 years he lived with a woman called Colleen O’Neill (who may or may not have been his wife), leading an ascetic life.

He called himself “a failed Zen Buddhist", walked about in a mechanic’s blue uniform, and when he went to local restaurants, ate in the kitchen to avoid people.

Although many years have passed since the publication of any work by Salinger, friends and visitors to his home have revealed that he has a large safe containing at least 15 completed manuscripts.

It’s thought they all feature the Glass family, about whom Salinger first wrote in Franny and Zooey. It was thought that at Salinger’s death, they could be published posthumously, or destroyed.

Some critics feel Salinger’s attitude was best expressed in the opening lines of The Catcher in the Rye.

“If you really want to hear about it the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born. What my lousy childhood was like. And how my parents were occupied and all before they had me. And all that David Copperfield kind of crap. But I don’t feel like going into it, if you really want to know the truth".

this is their song “Back Pockets on the Floor”

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