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Heaven Is of Honey - Einstürzende Neubauten

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:05:06 GMT

Heaven is of Honey

Heaven is of honey
and kisses
beeswork
blossomchannels
How do I know?
How could I forget?
Heaven is in the making
remains unfinished
a possibility
It there's a glimpse of it
In the little dance of tounges

As a reminder!

Heaven is all remembered
as an idea
for idiots
possessed by gods
that just waste space
and in case I wake up without a pen
I do not want to forget

That heaven is of honey
and kisses
Royal Jelly
for the queenbee
in the centre
How do I know?
How could I forget?

I <3 Octopus am I Chester?

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 22:14:04 GMT

nataliedee.com

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 04:56:15 GMT

I though it would nice to tie two interests together here.

urnaling

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 00:27:33 GMT

Photography as a form of journaling has recently caught my attention. I've started posting over at mylife_onceaday and eventually work up a massive post for adayinmylife.

Lastatempe kaptis mian atenton fotografio kiel speco de taglibrumi (vivregistri). Mi komencis al skribi ĉe mylife_onceaday kaj eble mi faros egan aĵon ĉe adayinmylife.

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 04:21:55 GMT

Mi serĉis Tekstaro.com por la Lernu.net vorton de la tagon, 'rekomendas', kaj mi trovis tion ĉi.

La “Fundamento de Esperanto” tute ne devas esti rigardata kiel la plej bona lernolibro kaj vortaro de Esperanto. Ho, ne! Kiu volas perfektiĝi en Esperanto, al tiu mi rekomendas la diversajn lernolibrojn kaj vortarojn, multe pli bonajn kaj pli vastajn, kiuj estas eldonitaj de niaj plej kompetentaj amikoj por ĉiu nacio aparte kaj el kiuj la plej gravaj estas eldonitaj tre bone kaj zorgeme, sub mia persona kontrolo kaj kunhelpo. Sed la “Fundamento de Esperanto” devas troviĝi en la manoj de ĉiu bona esperantisto kiel konstanta gvida dokumento, por ke li bone ellernu kaj per ofta enrigardado konstante memorigadu al si, kio en nia lingvo estas oficiala kaj netuŝebla, por ke li povu ĉiam bone distingi la vortojn kaj regulojn oficialajn, kiuj devas troviĝi en ĉiuj lernoverkoj de Esperanto, de la vortoj kaj reguloj rekomendataj private, kiuj eble ne al ĉiuj esperantistoj estas konataj aŭ eble ne de ĉiuj estas aprobataj. La “Fundamento de Esperanto” devas troviĝi en la manoj de ĉiu esperantisto kiel konstanta kontrolilo, kiu gardos lin de deflankiĝado de la vojo de unueco.

L. Zamenhof, Antaŭparolo de la Fundamento de Esperanto

Kaj la finparto de la cito ne ŝatas min. Ĝi semblas tro severa, aŭ ai. Mi scias ke tion estas necesa, kaj ni devas havi iom da 'reguloj netuŝebla', sed la ideo de 'oficialaj lingvaspektoj' estas strange.

Buck Angel !

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 20:48:21 GMT

Damn, do I ever want to go to these.

Becoming a Porn Pioneer
With Buck Angel
Buck Angel will discuss the ups and downs of ushering a new genre of porn into the adult entertainment industry. How he started in the business and then the pitfalls, obstacles, and joys along the way. How you too can start your own porn empire! Buck Angel will talk about how to set up a porn shoot – either for personal or potential commercial use. What are the necessary components of any good porn scene? He will discuss what makes a good actor, how to make your actors feel comfortable getting naked, how to design your set to look good on camera, and how to capture the intensity of sex on film or video. Questions and answers and open discussion follow his talk.

Sunday, April 6 2008, 5:30 – 7:00pm (All genders welcome.)
Where: Come As You Are
Cost:$35/person (Sliding Scale Available)

Becoming Sexually Comfortable With Buck Angel
Buck Angel will discuss his progression from being shy, inhibited, and uncomfortable in his own skin, to enjoying penetration in his personal life, to becoming comfortable enough to share his sexuality and his pussy with the world as the first FTM porn star. He will discuss finding your place in "transmen communities" while at the same time defining yourself for yourself. He will explain his own personal process around identity, gender and how he invented himself outside of the accepted norms of the “transmen community”. Living in your body and getting the sex you want are at the top of the list when speaking to these issues. Buck Angel will then discuss the concept of being penetrated as a top: being serviced (rather than "bottoming"), and his sense that being penetrated has nothing to do with being female. Questions and answers and open discussion follow his talk.

Monday, April 7 2008, 7:30 – 9:00pm (All genders welcome.)
Where: Come As You Are
Cost:$25/person (Sliding Scale Available)

Both of these workshops are with Buck Angel at Come as You Are. It's just at an unfortunate time of the year, and I'm not sure I should go.

So when you're blowing your nose??

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 04:42:04 GMT

So C was just in the bathroom, giving his nose a good blow before bed, and J runs up the stairs. Frought, and confused! He starts slamming on the door, C is blowing his nose, and then J goes "Are you okay?" Well... C was just blowing his nose, it was clear he was just blowing his nose, and apparently J thought something else was up. Many laughs, from me. Many laughs.

Hypomnemata

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 02:36:20 GMT

Hmm, an interesting word I ran into hypomnemata. An interesting practise at least.

Random lexicons?

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 00:35:55 GMT

Hi there. I was wondering if anyone has worked their language to a certain point, thrown out the lexicon, and generated a new one, perhaps using some sort of random generator. I know a lot of conlangs have well formed systems of phonology, etc. and a lot of conlangers are quite computer adept, so it wouldn't seem unreasonable for someone to try it.

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 02:34:18 GMT

I haven't been journaling, online or on paper, for a couple weeks now, and I can really feel it when I try to put pen to paper for anything constructive. I think I need to sit down with one of those mysteriously good cups of coffee, and write something.

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 17:23:48 GMT

"There was a time, not so long ago, when coffee in New York was just coffee. You drank it black with two sugars served in a blue Greek-diner cup. It was in your hand on the Penn Station platform when the Daily News screamed FORD TO CITY: DROP DEAD. You watched it go cold in your Upper West Side breakfast nook after the ’87 stock-market crash left you praying that your daughter wasn’t too attached to the pool in Southampton. And you drank it by the thermosful, with a splash from the flask, on frozen Sundays at the Meadowlands with your dad. Back then, coffee was just part of your New York life. It kept you functioning the morning after a late night, whether you were soothing a crabby baby or entertaining an insatiable Lower East Side ingenue.

Then came Starbucks. Suddenly, coffee was fetish elixir rather than morning fuel. Like wine, there were things to be learned: Ethiopian varietals, French presses, espresso macchiatos, and something called a Venti. This coffee was strong, too—quaffing a Grande or three a day marked you as a card-carrying member of the overachieving class. With its velvet couches, pleasantly bland mix CDs, and Wi-Fi, Starbucks became a living room away from home for the Norah Jones set and a mobile office for would-be screenwriters. No longer did you pick up a cup of joe on your way to work. Now you ordered a $4.81 skim-no-whip mocha Valencia and spent the afternoon hammering out the chase scene for your future Oscar-winning Miramax project in the public library–slash–pickup joint of the new century. The baristas gave you another reason to stick around. The guys were damp-haired brooding-musician types. The women, shopgirls before Steve Martin coined the term—shy, geeky-hot chicks who knew how to foam your 2 percent milk just the way you liked it."

Copied from:

Average Joe

New York is suddenly brimming with Dunkin’ Donuts stores. And with a Starbucks on every corner, a coffee class war is brewing.

* By Stephen Rodrick
* Published Nov 20, 2005

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 16:51:45 GMT

This is the Klingon Word Of The Day for Saturday, March 1, 2008.

Category: General

Klingon word: joy'
Part of Speech: verb
Definition: torture
Source: TKD (91 KE, 157 EK)
Swedish: tortyr

An Ever Increasing Circle

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:18:26 GMT

I really noticed something about the way I act today, and I'm still unsure whether or not it is a good thing. When I meet someone, overtime I will notice that they're better than myself at certain things, x, y, z, which I consider positive. Then, I try and beat them at their level of mastery of x, y, z. For example, Megan is an early riser. Now I think being an early riser is a Good Thing. I'm now trying to get out of bed earlier, and more actively than I usually do. This is a good, proactive move, but it's also childish. I go through cycles of really throwing myself at some goal x, then find a new unrelated goal y, and wind up blowing off a lot of steam in trying to work on x which is then abandoned.

I should note that if someone is ridiculously better than me at something, I won't even bother. This is a pretty loose metric, but I think it is reasonable that I am not taking up piano just for the sake of trumping someone.

Anyway - I clearly can't keep at this.

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 14:42:40 GMT

"I think one of the reasons I slept so poorly last night, was I came to terms with the overwhelming amount of school work that I have to do in the next few. I will just watch a lot of Hackers, and put the "it's a worm!" scene on loop. Somehow this will make me better at math. I'm not sure, but it seems to make sense..."

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 06:36:45 GMT

Megan and I just spent the evening watching Eddie Izzard, and roasting marshmellows on my space heater. It really works! It can even set the buggers on fire if you put your stick too close. I grabbed a couple photos, for posterity's sake. How to Roast Marshmellows on a Industrial Strength Studenty Space-Heater, an upcoming tutorial. o

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 22:20:20 GMT

Google: "borges poet syllable palace" --> Parable of the Palace by Jorge Luis Borges

Google, you make me think in strange ways.

That day the Yellow Emperor showed his palace to the poet. Little by little, step by step, they left behind, in long procession, the first westward-facing terraces which, like the jagged hemicycles of an almost unbounded amphitheater, stepped down into a paradise, a garden whose metal mirrors and intertwined hedges of juniper were a prefiguration of the labyrinth. Cheerfully they lost themselves in it—at first as though condescending to a game, but then not without some uneasiness, because its straight allées suffered from a very gentle but continuous curvature, so the secretly the avenues were circles. Around midnight, observation of the planets and the opportune sacrifice of a tortoise allowed them to escape the bonds of that region that seemed enchanted, though not to free themselves from that sense of being lost that accompanied them to the end. They wandered next through antechambers and courtyards and libraries, and then through a hexagonal room with a water clock, and one morning, from a tower, they made out a man of stone, whom later they lost sight of forever. In canoes hewn from sandalwood, they crossed many gleaming rivers—or perhaps a single river many times. The imperial entourage would pass and people would fall to their knees and bow their heads to the ground, but one day the courtiers came to an island where one man did not do this, for he had never seen the Celestial Son before, and the executioner had to decapitate him. The eyes of the emperor and poet looked with indifference on black tresses and black dances and golden masks; the real merged and mingled with the dreamed—or the real, rather, was one of the shapes the dream took. It seemed impossible that the earth should be anything but gardens, fountains, architectures, and forms of splendor. Every hundred steps a tower cut the air; to the eye, their color was identical, but the first of them was yellow and the last was scarlet; that was how delicate the gradations were and how long the series.

It was at the foot of the penultimate tower that the poet (who had appeared untouched by the spectacles which all the others had so greatly marveled at) recited the brief composition that we link indissolubly to his name today, the words which, as the most elegant historians never cease repeating, garnered the poet immortality and death. The text has been lost; there are those who believe that it consisted of but a single line; others, of a single word.

What we do know—however incredible it may be—is that within the poem lay the entire enormous palace, whole and to the least detail, with every venerable porcelain it contained and every scene on every porcelain, all the lights and shadows of its twilights, and every forlorn or happy moment of the glorious dynasties of mortals, gods, and dragons that had lived within it through all its endless past. Everyone fell silent; then the emperor spoke: "You have stolen my palace!" he cried, and the executioner's iron scythe mowed down the poet's life.

Others tell the story differently. The world cannot contain two things that are identical; no sooner, they say, had the poet uttered his poem than the palace disappeared, as though in a puff of smoke, wiped from the face of the earth by the final syllable.

Such legends, of course, are simply literary fictions. The poet was the emperor's slave and died a slave; his composition fell into oblivion because it merited oblivion, and his descendants still seek, though they shall never find, the word for the universe.

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:05:33 GMT

Mi trovis Trentuloj amas burokratiaĵojn. Ili kontenas pri podukti pli kaj pli aĉaĵojn por studentojn. Mi pensas ke ie, Trent havas "La Oficejo de Malintersaj Papieraferoj." Ĝi staras apub "La Oficejo de Senutilaj kaj Sennecssaj Papieraferoj." Ekstere tio konstuaĵo, estas grandegan paperoŝirilon... Mi vidis ĝin.

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 18:30:21 GMT

Se vi komprenas solece la gramatiko-aspekto da lingvon oni povas diri: "Saluton, Sinjoro. Mi pardonon petas, sed ĉu vi povas direkti min al la... La... Ho. La umo. Vi scias. La umo?" Sed, estas mulmulte pli utila diri "TRAJNO! KIE? TRAAAAAJNO."

RADIO Verda

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 20:07:22 GMT

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 01:46:51 GMT

"Just as everybody must strive to learn language and writing before he can use them feely for the expression of his thoughts, here too there is only one way to escape the weight of formulae. It is to acquire such power over the tool ... that, unhampered by formal technique, one can turn to the true problems." - Translated from Hermann Weyl's Raun, Zeit, Materie, 5th Edition. Berlin, 1923, S.18

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 04:59:01 GMT

Take any board which begins empty. The game proceeds in 5 steps

   1. Player 1 decides three things, which he must convey to player 2:
         1. what the pattern will be;
         2. whether the builder or blocker will receive free moves in step 3;
         3. how many free moves that player will receive. 
   2. Then, player 2 decides which player is the builder, and which is the blocker.
   3. Either the builder or blocker takes free moves as specified in step 1.
   4. Starting with the builder, the players alternate moves.
   5. The game ends either when the board is completely full or the pattern has been built. If the pattern has been built, the builder wins. Otherwise, the blocker wins.

Condensed MindNinja rules ganked from Trabsac Sagme's Diaries.

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 02:52:12 GMT

So I'm working on a little personal site, over at people.trentu.ca and I'm realizing that I have a LOT of handles! pgadey, jadenbane, and locilre! I should probably just stick with pgadey from now on, but it would be a large undertaking to unify them all.

Hex II

Sat, 02 Feb 2008 19:45:08 GMT

This is the newest board in a search for the best all around Hex board. Clearly, it is pretty expandable, and offers a nice amount of space for each of the stones. I've got to play a couple live games on it, and try to figure out a way to get the wrinkle out.

Materials used: Chessex Reversible Battle Mat, cheap go stones, and red-blue beads.

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:18:01 GMT

"Se via kato saltas sur la tablo, vi havas strangan katon. Sed se ĝi saltis sur la tablon, ĝi malsatas."

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 04:07:30 GMT

Stephen Crane
En La Dezerto

En la dezerto
Mi vidis estaĵo, nuda, besta,
Kiu, kaŭranta sur la tero,
Tenis lia koro en siaj manoj,
Kaj manĝis ĝin.
Mi diris, "Estas bona, amiko?"
"Estas amara - amara", li respondis,
"Sed, ĝi ŝatas min
Ĉar ĝi estas amara,
Kaj ĉar ĝi estas mia koro."