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May, 2008 Monthly archive

Wish I had time for more of an explanaiton here. For now, I’ll leave you with this:

“In every age, no matter how cruel the oppression carried on by those in power, there have been those who struggled for a different world. I believe this is the genius of humankind, the thing that makes us half divine: the fact that some human beings can envision a world that has never existed.”Anne Braden

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I tip my cap to Graffiti artist, Blu. He has created something I’ve never seen before: a stop-motion animated sequence composed of one continuous, outdoor painting. It’s marvelous. And we must speculate that it likely clocked roughly 1/1,000,000th the price tag of say, The Matrix.

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to hell with anything common
Don Marquis

well boss what should i see
last evening but our old friend
mehitabel the cat
she was finishing a fish head
she had dragged out of a garbage can
one of her eyes
was bloodshot but the other
glowed with the old
unconquerable luster
there was a drab and ashen look
about her fur
but her step is swift and wiry
and her brave tail is still
a joyous banner in the air
has life been using you hard
 mehitabel i asked her
pretty rough little cockroach
says she but what the hell
what the hell
toujours gai is my motto…

 

The last line means “always bright.” Toujours gai. Indeed and thank you. I simply cannot wait to indulge again in the lasting tradition of blogging. Until then and today, I’ll take cues from the cat above while I disentangle from a tower of work papers that are “due” too soon.

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Note the glasses on the doctor. Hm.

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The night yawned for a sec, and I saw the sun.

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Spell Checker Blues

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

Anon

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