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Subject:New pixie doll!!!!!
Time:01:12 pm


This is doll was done as an experiment. Renae and I wanted to do some more affordable fairy dolls and try to make more than two or three a year. This is one of the first resulting. Her wings are the standard super secret paper dragonfly. The body is my painstakingly crafted and colored resin/marble mix with some minor internal coloring. We decided to go with a resin body because it is much stronger than polymer clay and more predictable. While this makes them Non-OOAK in the strictest sense, they are by no means mass-produced. They are one-of-a- kind in the sense that each one is produced by me (or us) from the ground up, and sometimes modified to the point of unrecognizability.

This doll is ~14” tall with a wingspan of ~18”. These dimensions are approximate because of some pose-ability.
on etsy here

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Subject:some hatchlings on etsy... (shameless self promotion)
Time:10:42 am

It's a cutie!!!
(link to store)
Check there in the coming days as more will appear, and adults, and dolls and stuff!
(edit) Don't let the fact that many of you will be receiving these as gifts dissuade you from purchasing them for your friends and loved ones (he said hopefully). I am also willing to trade for dinner invitations, bottles of port, gym memberships, large blocks of wax, xbox points, Italian sculpturing tools, Ecorche´,curly-toed shoes, anachronistic garments, antique design and decoration manuals, laptop repair, brass and wooden gears, etc.
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Time:06:48 am
Just as warm
When projected
From a cold screen
With a aura of static
As from a smooth page
With an aura of age
(or agelessness)

just as honest
as breath
needful as sighs
filled to the brim
with ancient

mud and straw and stone
or
glass and steel
stacked on top
of firing synapses
held in place by
habits and gravity
old saws and new
paradigms
glued with
gods and equations
to the backs of our heads
and shoulders
bird fluttering pages
swift electrons
holding us above the abyss
of our own making
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Subject:Dying Sailor (draft)
Time:12:58 pm
dying sailor
An experiment in atmospheric lighting. Painted both "trad" and "digi". The drawing needs some stylizing, maybe. The sailor will get some clothing and there will be a swirlyer tail on the mermaid.
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Time:05:46 pm
A surface, stone and silk,
As untouchable as a photograph
Translucent, white
Like milk
As impossible to use
As someone else’s epitaph.
Images and all their ilk
Part to keep and
Part to lose.
They slip away
Why can’t I laugh?
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Time:12:27 pm
I miss my cat.
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Subject:minimums.
Time:10:39 am
A Chipotle tortilla does NOT contain 1000 calories.
It contains 290. (some say 330)
Calories aren't evil tho.
Without them you would die. (In about 30 days)
If you only ate one 13" tortilla a day
you could probably live for quite awhile
before the scurvy set in.
Enriched flour. So, no Beriberi or Pellagra.
ok. Add some salsa.
9 tbsp. of olive oil has 1000 calories
a little more than half a cup, enough to make 30 tortillas.
Ok. So no one makes tortillas with olive oil...
could you survive on 30 tortillas a day?
I'm pretty sure neither the tortilla nor the salsa
has much lysine.
I wonder how long before you die of a lysine deficiency?
Historically, humans have survived
on very little food,
this has pretty much set the stage for overpopulation.
I'm skipping some steps here...
But now-a-days we have as much lysine as we want,
or can afford.
What is the minimum requirement of lysine to be happy?
We don't' seem to have reached it yet...
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Subject:Help!!!
Time:12:10 pm
I need dead bugs.
Dead winged insects to be more specific. (tho non-wings are ok too)
They are for some art I'm making.
I need them fairly soon, which is why the usual collection methods wont work.
also it's too cold at the moment.
Moths, flies, mosquitoes.... Any size will do.
If you look in light fixtures and windowsills
between screens, interstitial spots on back porches, and so on.
those of you who work at old buildings have extra advantages...
Just sweep them gently into a ziplock bag.
and post a reply.
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Time:11:58 am
Me: a supplicant before her.
Her: A dark and ancient god.
In my nose a wine of sandalwood and myrrh,
In my mouth the taste of blood.
Through me unknowingly she scrys,
Performs ecstatic alchemy.
With each pull from cup of dulcet drug
A piece within me dies,
Reborn each time anew,
From loins mystic, awash with dew
Of madness from long before the flood.
Soft, solid, welcoming entrapment,
Rapture, sweet clear impurity.
Filled am I with dark cobalt fire
Resounding though,
Unbound by certainty,
Submitting boldly to
Something I require.
Losing, only to become
More
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Subject:Here it is folks! The Gibala study
Time:10:20 am
This studyshows how you can get all the benefits of massive endurance training with 10% of the work. It makes intervals a no-brainer. That's 20 minutes versus Two Hours!!!! Does this mean that no one should train for endurance? Of course not. But for all you "I don't have the time" whiners out there.... Run some stairs, or whatever corresponds to your current level of ability.
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Subject:In defense of reason
Time:04:50 pm
Sometimes people tell me how I should behave!
I rarely listen to them.
I’m not saying that I’m beyond reproach,
Far from it.
Some people, when I behave badly
Suggest that I should be judged,
By what they claim, is a
Universal standard of politeness.
I see this as so idiotic,
I can barely reach myself for comment.
Politeness?
Politeness is me
Not flipping back your head
Like a Pez dispenser
And noshing on your hypothalamus.
See how polite I am?
It’s shocking, really.
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Subject:Posted as a response, but rules are rules.
Time:08:30 pm
Appearance peers down on deceptive
Conjoined and coined into collectives:
How you think I think you will look.

Vital Virtue, self-rewarded.
By whom is such an act recorded?
Can’t drink the ink or eat the book.

A Breath, to stress hypocrisy
Suck back, and act dogmatically
Just justified, then quick forsook.

Wretched ethics, boring morals,
Juicy fat for greedy quarrels
Be careful not to overcook!
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Subject:e.e. in the hizzie
Time:01:22 am
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
-long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame

as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men's hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
-long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung

or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common's rare and millstones float
-long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late

worms are the words but joy's the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
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Time:09:32 pm
Insipid sun shall no brighter shine
Than your eyes in mine.
Callous moon,
Projects its watery gloom.
Its tides are nothing next to thine.

Forced: I go beyond
Stars and schemes
And other lonely dreams,
All behind. Are they gone?

There is no night so dark,
As I am dark for you.
No constellation makes its mark
Between those ancient flames,
Blackness filled with nameless names,
Where I wait anew,
On the edge of some remark.

Shall I meet you there beyond?
If not the motive, you’ve the means
To plumb the deep betweens
All behind, not so gone.
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Time:12:05 pm
While everyone is quite knowledgeable about how others should act they are rarely so versed in how they themselves should behave. However, if everyone remained silent on the subject, it would be even more difficult to listen.
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Subject:Arnold Böcklin
Time:10:01 am
“Nothing in art is created without effort, and the painter’s ideas don’t come to him on wings while he dreams, either. The one may be more talented than the other, of course; but without untiring diligence, single-mindedness and a combative spirit, there can’t be any good result. All this talk about ‘inspiration’ is nonsense.”
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Time:11:50 am
The real trick is to use your brain to solve problems rather than create new ones.
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Time:10:18 am
What gift in Eden
Before knowing?
Could exceed
All flesh aglow
Knowledge is jealous
And pale
Of all this rapture
Long ago.
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Time:01:04 pm
Virtue is not a democratic ideal, it is a universal one and remains so despite all of the votes against it.
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Time:12:26 pm
If you find yourself unable to do nothing, it is simply because you are escaping
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Time:08:44 am
Sometimes we hunt hunger;
Proving to our senses
We are no so numb.
Electrical pangs of pain
Our glorious goal.
And words,
So cheap when compared to
Soft lips
Or sharp teeth.

Arbitrary tones
Are empty,
(Manufactured vacuum)
Their pull
Almost inexorable,
Can be sullied, stifled
By still uncomodified
Pain.

Or so we hope,
Hope at the morning star
Or at Orion,
His fruitless pursuit
Across the smooth forever,
Shoulders wet with sweat,
And straining at the bow.
His eye and his arrow
Pointed at the scorpion.

Venus’ softness, brightness can betray,
(How we know!)
But the leaping!
Nothing can touch, can compare:
To the strain of legs and hips and thighs
(Against each other)
As the ground, however briefly left behind,
Becomes just another thought.
To the needlemind, the razormind,
The red periphery, doomfocus,
Where life is really chosen,
That’s where living is.
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Time:08:33 am
Input in, and output out.
How else to know what we’re about?
And should you meet another mind,
A newer world you will unwind,
And quick solution… mostly find…
So swallow down your dose of doubt.
If uncertain’s in, then what’s without?
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Time:10:42 am
It is worth being skeptical of hope, but well worth being skeptical of misery as well.
Both hold their amusements and advantages, but are prey to our tendency for wallowing in a single perspective.
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Subject:I owe Twisty for the word.
Time:12:52 pm
No such thing as innocence
i do believe
Innocence proposes
its own cult of evildoers
Running headlong
Scissors grasped sweatily
Poised before an outreaching eye
Ready to be stabbed
Gulping sybariticly at their tiny slice
Of experience
Perception if you will
Uncontrolled
Beautiful
Filth-smeared
Red faced
Panting. Pupils dilated
And generally behaving badly.

Bluebirds will not feed from their outstretched hand

Their pickets will not be white
But will be soaked in the lifeblood of poor intentions
And slick with selfish fluids
Of an interesting life
Regurgitating poisoned mistakes onto
The machete sharpened stakes of
A permanent possibility for sensation

No sighs or limpid smiles
Or shots of warm liquid fiction
Positivity
Only the ragged pragmatic optimism
Of dirty
Callused
Strong
Star-crossed
Palms

No happy practiced peristalsis
Of inaction

Innocence proposes the simpletonian fallacy:
I am the opposite of guilt!
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Subject:WARNING!
Time:03:20 pm
As you learn to leave the ground, beware of ceiling fans.
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Subject:science fun! or, why we still don't have a good cognitive analogy.
Time:11:00 am
brain scanny goodness  (or not).


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Time:01:02 pm
Guy Fawkes would have voted for Obama.
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Time:11:13 am
Flaming days and ashen autumn days;
Wiping color past my eyes these rags of time,
Shedding the extraneous in frigid praise
for resourceful sorts and winters crime.

Weeping days and russet mottled weeks,
Descending past my gaze to gray the sky,
Wringing aging droplets on my cheeks,
Mourning for the warmth of my July.

Handsome days and beauty’s toothsome hour,
Never as forgiving as the wind
wanting of forgiveness’ failing power;
Empty, open, hoping, and chagrined.
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Subject:..no idea how steep that is!
Time:11:47 am


more here
Beyond page 8 or so they stop applying to the SA trip....
on the other side of those rocks I'm sitting on are the Tugela falls.

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Time:02:02 pm
To sing a song of bumblebees,
Would from the Muses goblet sip.
The very Gods those verses please,
That to such bees a hat might tip.

Why would these bees be overlooked
By poets pen and harpers chord?
On patient brow, these insults brooked
By bumblebees, so oft ignored.

The bumblebee has no recourse
To insert himself in song or rhyme
Merely flits he, midst spiny gorse,
Quite unaware of thoughts sublime

Almost complete now is the group
Of artists who would write them off
But one musician deigned to stoop;
Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov
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Time:12:09 pm
There’s a string of moments
You get to look at some of them
One at a time
A plague of circumstances
Each winning over the last
Clamoring for attention
Wanting to be conscious
Waiting for the cascade
Of molecules to embody
Instants
Interlocking
Into the impossibility
of something
Listening to itself
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Time:08:44 am
Extraordinary events do not always require extraordinary causes. Given enough time, they can happen by chance. Events occur as they do, based on countless, counterpoised forces, the extraordinary is simply a momentary failure of one of these.
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Subject:Something Humian to contemplate.
Time:08:57 am
Hume's Guillotine.

"In every system of morality, which I have hitherto met with, I have always remark'd, that the author proceeds for some time in the ordinary ways of reasoning, and establishes the being of a God, or makes observations concerning human affairs; when all of a sudden I am surpriz'd to find, that instead of the usual copulations of propositions, is, and is not, I meet with no proposition that is not connected with an ought, or an ought not. This change is imperceptible; but is however, of the last consequence. For as this ought, or ought not, that expresses some new relation or affirmation, 'tis necessary that it shou'd be observ'd and explain'd; and at the same time that a reason should be given; for what seems altogether inconceivable, how this new relation can be a deduction from others, which are entirely different from it."

This describes one of the primary problems with the current trend toward natural philosophy. Deriving an ought from an is, presents an equally sticky relationship with any sort of decision making. In essence this fallacy is a sort of appeal to the ultimate authority of reality, but the Guillotine points out that our ought's are derived not from the material but from the imaginary. This is not to say that a sudden sense of indecision should be fostered, but that the importance of the imagination should be given further emphasis. 

 

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Subject:cool screen saver
Time:01:35 pm

Hate corporate drudgery?

Have a mildly scarcastic bent?
Try cubicle flood
I'm pimping it for my sister.

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Subject:prompted by...
Time:11:34 am
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When he spotted her in a ruin of an Italian villa, near Tripoli, on an ancient track, converted, from some turn-of-the-century nobleman’s winter haunt to an occasional squat for travelers who had the misfortune of being on this part of the road near dusk, he was intrigued. He had encountered Feral and nearly feral children before. She was different.
Ater a few hours... )
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Subject:Dude, your middle name is weeod!
Time:05:50 pm
Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,—behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o’er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it—he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.
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Time:09:04 am
She lies effortlessly and often
not (usually) to destroy
But to make it all seem okay
part of the plan (plain)
Silken vise
to hold us, tormented,
Still, obedient, compliant
mother drug
fostering illusions
of a reality loosely agreed to
political prolactin
supple breast of a sweatshop ethic
polarizing unity dreamscape
Of selfish warmth

Rule us Mother!
We have strayed from
your French manicure
We will toil for beauty!
No cost too much!
Longer, thicker, lashes
Our loving lot!
Ease our honest age
defining wrinkles
with the sweet, hot, botulism
of promised riches.
The Pin Prick will only sting
for a meager life of
expression exchanged for
Predictable
Beauty

She lies effortlessly and often
against our falsehood
Pressing gently
So our minds never wander
near to freedom.
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Subject:Ta. Doug-Ad
Time:12:23 pm
Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.
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Time:03:03 pm
the terrorist whose stock and trade,
was criminal endeavor,
fell squarely on his own grenade,
despite being so clever.
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Time:11:49 am
The sad, retired astronaut,
His meals filled with broccoli,
lived out his life in Terra-Haute,
and dreamed his dreams of rocketry.
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