|
|
Sunday, May 22nd, 2011
| |
8:18 pm
|
I here present the text of what Livejounal referred to as an "suspicious" post attached to one of my entries of aught five:
"Poem quotes
We fair couldnt shove off your website formerly saying that we genuinely enjoyed the exalted worth word you tender quest of your visitors... Would be subvene over again to coincide up on strange talents you brief!"
There was also an image link, but I did not feel it necessary to click through and find out what it could have been. I just felt the necessity of recording this exemplary example of artistic text, it is my fervent wish to some day compose verse so pure and fine as this, but I fear I am consigned to meaningless drivel, and an inability to tell which is which.
Back I go to perusal of The Voynich Manuscript, through the glorious technological achievements of downloadable "pdf" reproductions.
It is quite a shame that an in depth chemical analysis would necessitate the destruction of a small sample of the original material, I would imagine it would be quite informative to place a precise age on the vellum and determine the source of the pigments used there upon. As for the text itself, I doubt the meaning, if any, hidden within could prove anywhere near as intriguing as the obfuscated form has proved. It is an insouluable riddle that has inspired imaginative supposition and cryptographic theory worth far more then the secrets the text itself could contain.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Monday, May 9th, 2011
| |
4:44 pm - Dream Recorder
|
I woke up this morning... ( from this dream )
And that took me too many hours to write down, time for breakfast, at 5pm, geez-louise.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Friday, May 6th, 2011
| |
11:16 pm - Mirasol, Miraluna, Miracle
|
Endemic epidemic pelagic paraplegic gusto miskatonic derriere claustrophobic horticultural brigand jerry lee lusitania hapsburg lipped muldoone garbage scow relative undercurrent fascia walther neither bending farrier lemon zest cattle begonia flavor limbrick argentina custard stand whenever someone accidentally behaves without going through under duress the best part of valor deterrence without another climbing garden vermouth salisbury ampersand veracruz hessonite polyandry loquacious vernacular far flung gorgonzola depression haberdashery without multitudinous flaming beatrice wanzer posterior melon balling kill envy sodium flatulence meta-carcass flash of light in embryonic doorbell venice articulate announcement polygram fussbudget meandering stream of thoughtlessness antigone moonshine cemetery looking glass salamander wisconsin farming stock broker ridge furrow plowshare medicaid floorshow platelet jellybean defenestration bungled knowledge trap for odd reliquary arpeggio method acting florsheim zero multiplicity new duplex bargain quarry jettison flotsam burgundy marmalade pointed fleeing harbor without notice something in the corner of your eye...
Nothing you have said or done has impelled me to this recourse. The simple truth is I am lazy...
I am also arrogant, self absorbed, despicable and depressed.
Despair seems a less pleasing spice then rumour persists in suggesting.
Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds.
Sons of Korhal
Eminence Gris
Shall we dance?
My body is too warm and uncomfortable alone in bed, why would I want anybody else there?
They say write what you know... suddenly that feels like bad advice again...
I'll just wait here, after all the heroes always arrive in the Ta-da! nick of time... or at least that's how the old narratives run... I think I might be 30 or 40 years to late for that... Heroes just aren't what they used to be, I mean, take me, Brave and Honest, Trustworthy, Courageous, Tidy and Clean, Charismatic and Chivalrous, Patriotic, Chaste and Sober, Modest, Dedicated and Determined...
I think that perhaps none of those terms are descriptive of myself.
I miss my youthful delusions of adequacy.
P.S. Lauren Bacall had great hair.
Ida Lupino gonna kick yo ass.
Gene Tierney just don't care.
And Bette Davis will rule forever worlds unknown from a crystal throne of darkness unsatiated by the blood of legions and countless souls in thrall. Hail and Despair, the perfect queen shall command you to do as you wish, and all you shall desire is to do as she commands. Bend your knees, bend your neck, fall before her in worship, for once she has you, you shall regret all moments not so spent. Repent, Repent of lives wasted not in service, and pledge generations yet unborn to pay the piper in darkening woods, beneath the mountain, come my friends, an ageless kingdom awaits, of unsurpassing joys, the silent music echos forth, the smell of witchhazel sears impurity from the mind, and the blessings of Northwind carry us without bodies through nights to curious realms to do the good service of drawing more souls to the fold... is it a flock, of sheep to be shorn and eaten, of geese to give of their down and flesh, of candles to be burned for warmth and light in perpetual darkness, no for we are more, we are the blessed, lanterns eternal to give forth the radiance to illuminate the world in her sight, to throw flickering shadows that the world may see her inner light. Ia! Ia! A dawn breaks upon the starless ocean between time and space. She is the dawn, she is the moon, she is the walls become paths beneath our feet, She is the road to Eternity, All Roads lead to Eternity!
Fell from grace...
I don't know where all that came from, or why Bette Davis in particular, I mean, Kathrine Hepburn surely would have fit the bill just as well, I was just at the crossroads of imperial majesty, and a face with eyes of darkened fire beckoned me ... The white lady of my dreams, she may take any face, for they are all hers... I am sworn to her service, I must prepare for battle.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Thursday, May 5th, 2011
| |
11:59 pm - Welcome to the crew of Das Narrenshiff
|
"Their isolation was communal, they could escape neither their loneliness nor each other."
-Marcus Rediker
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Friday, March 4th, 2011
| |
2:58 pm
|
|
I found this morning to my surprise and confoundment, I have been transposed into an Alternate Universe! The differences are subtle but disconcerting. One in particular though seems mind boggling beyond all measure. Can you, dear reader, imagine the extent of my shock to find that in this universe Adam West portrayed Batman, and William Shatner was cast as Captain Kirk! It really is shocking to find two such iconic roles to have been reversed... I can but hope that tomorrow finds me back home again, but fear for what bizarritudes may yet lie in wait for me should I remain where I am.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Tuesday, September 14th, 2010
| |
4:53 pm
|
Being as a species dependent on vision, and thus upon light, we have
come to associate light with good, good with order, and conversely dark
with evil, evil with chaos, but when we examine the physical phenomena
of light, we find it is always a product of agitation, of incipient
chaos. Perhaps we have, for millennia, been looking at the issue from
the wrong way around. Flame is reaction and consumption, light comes
from the dissolution of bonds proved less then stable. Electric
light's incandescence is a result of an overabundance of electrons,
which atoms being unable to hold, pass along to their neighbors,
exciting them in turn. The sun, Sol itself, greatest light to our
earthly eyes, is a roiling ball of nuclear plasma, which in the throes
of perpetual catastrophic violence emits all the light that those of
this world must subsist upon. And light is a catalyst for change.
Perhaps it is within darkness that order lies. In darkness we find the
inert, and in the inert, stability. Perhaps this holds true for death
as well, for in life we are servants of entropy, cousins to flame that
consume and deteriorate, even as we build and strive. In death though
we find find order of a sort, dissolution of the conflicts of being
even as our matter may continue to fuel life's fires.
I can not speak as to light and dark as having definite correlations to
good and evil, for those concepts must it seems always remain arbitrary
in this world in which we always find the two mixed.
But in Order and Chaos I feel we have root enough for eternal conflict,
but it is a conflict of equals, and perhaps even of lovers, for they
depend upon eachother for existance, being that the Universe as a whole
is their field of battle or bed of embrace, the womb in which these two
forces have cast their seed and thus brought forth the Orphic egg of
all creation.
Perhaps I am a Neo-Manichaen long in Atheists guise...
( A New Cosmology )
Balance and change, cycles unending as wave follows wave. And Redundancy persists.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Monday, September 13th, 2010
| |
5:07 pm
|
And to close, quotes for your consideration.
"War is too important to be left to the Generals." -Clemenceau (Paraphrased in translation)
"War is too important to be left to the politicians." -Gen. Jack Ripper (Fictional)
I thought I should begin with a closing thought, lest I should fail to reach it in conclusion.
Now then, where shall I begin...
ah of course, and observation of the natural world
The blue ring octopus, while exceedingly deadly, is no where near as well upholstered as the Purple Paisley Octopi.
From the natural world, I suppose the obvious move would be to unnatural worlds, but there is great temptation in the direction of natural nonworlds... Perhaps to that natural wonder of uncoalesced matter, our solar system's asteroid belt. It is not particularly dense of course, but the wonder is that in spanning and encircling the diameter it comprises, consistently throughout it's circumference without any gaps larger then, say a planet, we are dealing with an enormous amount of spaceborn matter... were this field coalesced into a single body, just how large would the resulting planet have been?
( Unnatural Worlds )
"'If we stay where we are, we shall be looked upon only as other folks; whereas, if we return to our own world, only with twelve sheep loaded with pebbles of Eldorado, we shall be richer than all the kings put together; we shall have no nee to be afraid of the inquisitors, and we may easily recover Miss Cunegonde.' This proposal was extremely agreeable to Cacambo; so fond are we of running about, of making a figure among our countrymen, of telling our exploits, and what we have seen in our travels, that these two really happy men resolved to be no longer so, and accordingly asked his Majesty's leave to depart." -from "Candide" by Voltaire.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Thursday, September 2nd, 2010
| |
5:06 pm - "How to ... and be happy"
|
(The following is in part inspired by a web-comic "pictures for sad children", so, some conceptual credit where it is due.)
( AND BE HAPPY )
-Chapter 2 - Strive For Extra-cellence!-
WATCH THIS SPACE FOR THE HIGHLY ANTICIPATED SECOND INSTALLMENT OF THE
NEXT SMASH HIT BEST SELLER: "How to ... and be happy"
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Wednesday, August 11th, 2010
| |
3:55 pm - Petrol in vogue
|
Vogue Italia has published in their August issue a photo spread which seems to have garnered some controversy. The spread concerns a silver haired model on a beach "artistically" accented with oil and posing in various evocative positions, such as "death throes". It has been criticized for being "insensitive", "inappropriate", and "offensive". Regardless of that, I feel I should point out that the photo spread is in fact damn sexy. It seems merely to reinforce a message which the cosmetics industry has been championing for at least a century. That message being "Women coated in toxic sludge are attractive." In this case I must agree, after all, Who am I to argue with western civilization.
Now I must make an effort to find the whole titillating spread for my private enjoyment... I suppose it's true what they say about there being no such thing as "bad" publicity... only a bad public, or something like that.
Ciao
|
|
(1 comment | comment on this)
|
| Monday, June 28th, 2010
| |
5:04 pm - Bartender, a round of Malpractices!
|
I must assume that there exists a mixed drink by the name of a Malpractice...
But not knowing what it may in actuality be, my imagination leapt immediately into action to provide me with the folling receipe.
Mal-Practice:
Wipe down a glass with ether and dust the rim with smelling salts.
In this, dissolve two Oxy-codon in grain alcohol.
Infuse this solution with a seltzer of nitrous.
To this mixture, add one measure morphine, poured over the back of a tongue depressor.
Serve and garnish with a slice of lime, wrapped around a Vicodin.
And there you have it... drink this, and anyone within stopping distance of you will certainly have their medical credentials revoked.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Thursday, June 10th, 2010
| |
5:05 pm - Stealing the Show
|
A story about a heist.
Not just any bank robbery though, this should be a story with a twist.
Something new and different. Something sensational and daring.
Something appealing, something appalling... Something for everyone.
A Musical Comedy!
What could possibly be more tragically hip?
A hospital drama performed by a revolving cast of amature pop-singers.
But I refuse to write for that project... It should be improvised.
Anyway, a heist for the ages, in three acts... The Plan, The Heist, and On The Run.
No, two acts shall be sufficient, it is merely a question of proper division.
At anyrate, on with the show...
Discontent Percolating
The Cast Assembles
Schemes and Dreams
Disguise - to look like someone else. (How about the Marx Brothers?)
Preparation
The Job - Hold Up and Security System Tap-Dance
Smash and Grab
The Getaway - On the run - Seperate ways
Caught!
Confession - He made me rob you (I didn't want to do it)
Imprisoned - Discontent Percolating - Schemes and Dreams
Finale - We'll Break Out!
---
Listening to the radio I am horrified and reminded of one of my previous lines of thought.
An immensly ancient evil buried in the dark, a civilization dependant upon necromancy and flame, vast quantities of concentrated death plumbed from the depths...
Fossil Fuels! The Old Ones are with us, in our engines and our homes!
Mines collapse, ground water ignites, and a whole ocean is tainted...
Repent ye sinners, for in quest of power, we bring the end upon ourselves!
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Thursday, June 3rd, 2010
| |
3:18 pm - T-Shirt Idea: "I'd Rather Be Fictional"
|
|
| Friday, May 28th, 2010
| |
5:24 pm
|
Welcome to the Cannibal Sunshine Melon Company.
An itinerary for conjectural dreaming flowers.
Shards of broken dreams sever our restraint. (How melodramatic.)
Twice missed welling of eyes.
It feels I have become less child-like and more childish.
Hard work is an under-rated super-power.
Narcissus drooping over stilled waters... Clematis by night.
Libray or Libary if you have only one "R"?
Thou accursed dark and eldritch god what bequeathed to humanity the electricity, To you we are greatfully in thrall.
Cannibal Melon Sunshine... does that sound better?
Ah well, ah well. Nictating membranes have their place, and their function.
My eyes are irritated, my mind is disharpsichordial.
What in balzes is navel-deuce, and why is the word choosing this moment to haunt me?
Nevis is a caribbean island neighboring St. Kitts.
Malden is an electric guitar company.
The former I knew, the later I had not.
Good night sweat prints.
Sunshine Melon Cannibal?
|
|
(1 comment | comment on this)
|
| Friday, February 26th, 2010
| |
3:06 pm - Lime-disease
|
Another computer with Limewire... I think I've come up with a good metaphor this time, particularly for locals...
It's like going to a canal to get a drink. Yes, it may be 99% water, but you'll have a tough time finding a cup full without that other 1% in it.
(Even given that, I still don't -like- to buy bottled water if I can can help it.)
-(Edit)-
Short version:
"Look, I don't like buying bottled water, but I got the sense not to drink out of the canal."
|
|
(1 comment | comment on this)
|
| Monday, February 22nd, 2010
| |
3:49 pm - Update
|
My razor doesn't have high enough dps to beat my beard's enrage timer.
---
The Battle for Starcraft II Beta Key: Victory (3-2)
Intense, Exhausting, Mild Feelings of Guilt.
---
Playstation 3 ETA: Feb 23, 2010
I hope it works.
---
In other news: Bloombox!
|
|
(1 comment | comment on this)
|
| Wednesday, February 10th, 2010
| |
4:59 pm
|
I've grown bored and frustrated with my vices, perhaps I need to indulge in some new ones.
Any suggestions?
---
My mental acuity seems to be in decline again.
---
I'm not promising that sleeping with me would be the best night of your life, but it would probably be the best 10 seconds of mine.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Friday, December 18th, 2009
| |
6:41 pm - WitchDr. Watson
|
|
After Holmes' recent death, I turned to the dark art of Necromancy in an attempt to restore him to life. His deductive reasoning is certainly not as it once was, but his hunger for human flesh has led him to solve more crimes then ever before. And with the inclusion of this new subject matter, sales of my novels have increased ten-fold!
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Tuesday, November 24th, 2009
| |
11:57 am - A Candle In The Dark
|
What can I do, what can be done?
Where can I go from here?
A dark and stormy daze of nightmare.
Held between the alp and the martrod
Longing to be the beast haunting others.
Vettelys and Irrbloss. Will they call me, of the wisps?
A kingdom of dreams, unbound by nature's laws.
To rule there, or even serve, would it be worth
A candle in the dark they say, science in a demon haunted world.
Jack o Lantern, Will o wisp, Pwca and Tonberry
Knowledge in the dark, leading fools astray
Brother Bill a Werewolf, shot with a silver bell
Is it any wonder they hate to see the sun go down?
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, but dreaming?
I think not.
Deathly pale are the stars this night, not a deathly red.
Where do we fall when the ground betrays us.
Lingering in unwanted palaces of vacant stares.
Have we come this far to leave?
Can we fly without feet to land?
Stars beckon, and so does the sea.
Anywhere we go we will have been,
but the lantern flickers on the periphery,
showing paths that are not there.
Drowning in dreamland swamps,
Feeding the red capped turtle
Kappa of the corpse light
Flee to the swamps. Flee to the dreams.
Haunter of the lost
Without reason
Be careful what you illuminate, lest truths remain unseen.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Friday, November 13th, 2009
| |
4:13 pm - Haiku For Mars Colonies
|
The Rainless Ocean
Red Desert Shores Encircle
Glass Geodesic Sky
- - -
Rusted Dunes Surround
Tiny Bubble Full of Life
Hydroponic Sea
|
|
(comment on this)
|
| Thursday, November 12th, 2009
| |
1:21 pm
|
They aren't behaving as they should, and they are nothing but what I type them to be. The personalities aren't developing as I envision them. Mr. White has become snarky and erratic, Tommy is far too mentally verbose and inconsistant, and the child doesn't reflect the basis of his identity... They are all becoming things beyond my control... they are becoming me. That passage posted last time needs to be scrapped and entirely rewritten. I still don't know how the police treat Tommy in the hospital, which is a somewhat important factor in his escape, I would expect.
At any rate, I have been writing lately at the encouragement of a concept callled National Novel Writing Month, which has a www site of .nanowrimo for it's .org
I felt clever when I started writing that last sentence... the feeling stopped before it was done.
And I appologize for posting those various mindclearing miasmas, over time my mind fills with extraneous words and concepts, and this exhaust must be released, and I find these sorts of streams of unconsciousness to be interesting, in some degree, but I can understand as it is a waste product of my mind, I am likely the only one interested in it... sort of a morbid facination, like looking into a handkerchif after sneezing into it, just to see what it was that came out... and while it sometimes does, perhaps, create interesting images, it should be discarded for sanitary reasons. Certainly not shown to others, except perhaps medical professionals.
Gosh, now I feel like I am punishing people for reading this journal, and that's not intended.
Anyway, the other day I heard on the radio, in reference to the fall of the Berlin Wall, the remarkable story of a man's semibrilliant plan for escape from East Germany many years ago...
He got on a train headed through a checkpoint, and at said checkpoint he announced that he was trying to escape. He was promptly arrested and imprisoned... Sometime later he was purchased from East Germany as part of a prisoner exchange program, and subsequently released into the custody of the free West... Now there is some brilliant madness, freedom at the price of brutal temporary imprisonment.
In other news, the Brown Pelican is off the Endangered Species list after 40 years...
Just goes to show what banning DDT can do.
|
|
(comment on this)
|
|
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1){kind=small}
colonelgreen's journal