Quotes from Amerika's leader:
"The vast majority of our imports come from outside the country."
- George W. Bush
If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."
- George W. Bush
"One word sums up probably the responsibility of any Governor, and that one
word is 'to be prepared'."
- Governor George W. Bush
"I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the
future."
- Governor George W. Bush
"The future will be better tomorrow."
- Governor George W. Bush
"We're going to have the best educated American people in the world."
- Governor George W. Bush
"I stand by all the misstatements that I've made."
- Governor George W. Bush
"We have a firm commitment to NATO, we are a part of NATO. We have a firm
commitment to Europe. We are a part of Europe."
- Governor George W. Bush
"Public speaking is very easy."
- Governor George W. Bush
"A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls."
- Governor George W. Bush
"We are ready for any unforeseen event that may or may not occur."
- Governor George W. Bush
"For NASA, space is still a high priority."
- Governor George W. Bush
"Quite frankly, teachers are the only profession that teach our children."
- Governor George W. Bush
"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in
our air and water that are doing it."
- Governor George W. Bush
"It's time for the human race to enter the solar system."
- Governor George W. Bush
Social scientific inquiry into liberation theory, scientific socialism and critical theory perspectives on contemporary culture.
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
Friday, May 24, 2002
I like female vocals like Azure Ray and Jejune. Those two are my new inspiration for living.
And now...
A NEW POEM!!! YAY!!
Standing up late watching a candle burn to the end of the wick and then snuff out like it was punched in the chest
Sometimes I cry at how pathetic I am.
My dreams these days are happy and filled with fantasy - creativity
These days all I do is sit and wonder up at the moon's bright, shining, singing face
And I invent psalms and canticles to pry electronic eyes closed and positronic circuits blinking intermittenly
A song came to me in a dream and I tried to sing but only uttered a low hum filtered through a sustain/delay effect pedal and the system platform's standard reverb
I sand in a church and it must have been god singing back at me his/her universalist chorus
Sometimes when these gothic towers get too tight I jump! and then wake up right before I hit the hard ground at the bottom
These are all dreams
But I would like to marry an elf
She would bring me eternity and wishes and whims
We'd play badminton on a rope and lawn bowling and croquet
I think the new renaissance is coming
Isn't it about time we've declaired independance from something?
Corporate escapism perhaps?
Have you heard: it's a revolution
A renaissance
I am reborn, but not as a mortal
As a god
And I embrace divine existentialism
I breathe in and I breathe power
But I'm still alone
And I guess that's the hardest part
But sometimes when these corporate walls get too tight
I mentally jump!
And now I'm a revolutionist
And now I'm free from mental bondage
And now...
A NEW POEM!!! YAY!!
*My Dreams These Days*
Standing up late watching a candle burn to the end of the wick and then snuff out like it was punched in the chest
Sometimes I cry at how pathetic I am.
My dreams these days are happy and filled with fantasy - creativity
These days all I do is sit and wonder up at the moon's bright, shining, singing face
And I invent psalms and canticles to pry electronic eyes closed and positronic circuits blinking intermittenly
A song came to me in a dream and I tried to sing but only uttered a low hum filtered through a sustain/delay effect pedal and the system platform's standard reverb
I sand in a church and it must have been god singing back at me his/her universalist chorus
Sometimes when these gothic towers get too tight I jump! and then wake up right before I hit the hard ground at the bottom
These are all dreams
But I would like to marry an elf
She would bring me eternity and wishes and whims
We'd play badminton on a rope and lawn bowling and croquet
I think the new renaissance is coming
Isn't it about time we've declaired independance from something?
Corporate escapism perhaps?
Have you heard: it's a revolution
A renaissance
I am reborn, but not as a mortal
As a god
And I embrace divine existentialism
I breathe in and I breathe power
But I'm still alone
And I guess that's the hardest part
But sometimes when these corporate walls get too tight
I mentally jump!
And now I'm a revolutionist
And now I'm free from mental bondage
Thursday, May 23, 2002
Go to this site and learn some stuff, but you might want to use a web-based CGI proxy first as the site is hosted by AOL and there is a disclaimer at the beginning that says...
Warning #1: Under the new police state -- uh, I mean
the new anti-terrorism laws -- accessing this site
automatically opens a file for you at FBI headquarters.
This warning, of course, comes too late. Sorry about
that.
Warning #1: Under the new police state -- uh, I mean
the new anti-terrorism laws -- accessing this site
automatically opens a file for you at FBI headquarters.
This warning, of course, comes too late. Sorry about
that.
Tuesday, May 21, 2002
OK... so this weekend:
Friday; saw spiderman with wesley and kevin. out until approx midnight. bed around 1.
Saturday; out with pat and carl. was supposed to see againsttheodds (what happened dan?). ended up at analog shock seeing joe+n and then at cobbs hill. bought jejune cd - this afternoon's malady.
Sunday; lunch with matthews. hilarious. work until 9:15. home 9:30. watched red green and then chef!. bed approx 11:30.
Monday: star wars with josh, nick, audrial and irene. home approx 11:30. bed approx 12:30am.
Today: catching up on my homework and sleep. i'm so glad the year's almost over.
Friday; saw spiderman with wesley and kevin. out until approx midnight. bed around 1.
Saturday; out with pat and carl. was supposed to see againsttheodds (what happened dan?). ended up at analog shock seeing joe+n and then at cobbs hill. bought jejune cd - this afternoon's malady.
Sunday; lunch with matthews. hilarious. work until 9:15. home 9:30. watched red green and then chef!. bed approx 11:30.
Monday: star wars with josh, nick, audrial and irene. home approx 11:30. bed approx 12:30am.
Today: catching up on my homework and sleep. i'm so glad the year's almost over.
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
I think a government agency may be monitoring my internet access. From now on I'm being very careful.
http://security.tao.ca/
http://security.tao.ca/
Tuesday, May 14, 2002
Los Altos Hills, Calif. (AP) -- While conflicts between Jews and
Arabs rage halfway around the world, Jewish sixth graders made a
gesture of peace Friday.
The students presented a $1,300 check to the Antiochian Orthodox
Church of the Redeemer, which an arsonist burned last month. The
church is attended by many Arab-Americans, including
Palestinian-Americans.
When they discovered the fire was deliberately set, students in Anat
Harrel's sixth grade class at the nearby Mid-Peninsula Jewish
Community Day School decided it was time to act.
"Upon learning about the arson attack on the church, my sixth graders
became very concerned,'' explained Harrel. "They decided they needed
to do something to show their support for the rebuilding of the church.
They did not want to be bystanders and let hate go unanswered.''
The students planned a bake sale, and urged people in the community
to make donations.
The class presented the check to Reverend Samer Youssef and members
of the congregation Friday. They closed by singing a song with the
word peace both in Hebrew and Arabic.
Sweatshops in the US
Multinational Monitor
Arabs rage halfway around the world, Jewish sixth graders made a
gesture of peace Friday.
The students presented a $1,300 check to the Antiochian Orthodox
Church of the Redeemer, which an arsonist burned last month. The
church is attended by many Arab-Americans, including
Palestinian-Americans.
When they discovered the fire was deliberately set, students in Anat
Harrel's sixth grade class at the nearby Mid-Peninsula Jewish
Community Day School decided it was time to act.
"Upon learning about the arson attack on the church, my sixth graders
became very concerned,'' explained Harrel. "They decided they needed
to do something to show their support for the rebuilding of the church.
They did not want to be bystanders and let hate go unanswered.''
The students planned a bake sale, and urged people in the community
to make donations.
The class presented the check to Reverend Samer Youssef and members
of the congregation Friday. They closed by singing a song with the
word peace both in Hebrew and Arabic.
Sweatshops in the US
Multinational Monitor
Monday, May 13, 2002
Saturday, May 11, 2002
Something by Rajesh Barnabas... or you.
What if everything you knew was just slightly off?
What if the Bushes were covered with poison IVY?
What if every laugh was just a scoff?
What if there was a ground lower than zero?
What if your President was really no hero?
What if the editor was controlling the print size and the boldface?
And what if he gave you the back pages cuz you isn't his race?
If it wasn't his taste, if it wasn't his color
would he put this here story in color?
What if you were just brainwashed like the rest? just like most..
and he buttered you up like toast, and burned you like a slow roast…
What if you thought you were thinking but you were just missing?
What if you were still in your nest? yet you thought you were at your best…
What if every word was a little misspelled?
But what if you were in a spell?
And what if this spelling bee really stung…
what if this false sophistication got your tongue...
and now your all hung out and rung…
washed your mind out with soap…sell you intellectual dope…
but they washed your mind at the wrong temp...
and now while you were thinking your mind was actually shrinking...
as they added more deter-agents...and now that soap is a rope...
tethered to the weathered words of the holy feather...
and your mind still can't find the right slope…
no you won't stray far from the pack…
no tangents, no scalenes, perhaps just maybe isosceles…
two sides the same…and you think that is right…
but A squared plus A squared does not equal see squared…
nothing adds up to your logistical charades…
nothing makes sense to you but your sixth, no
seventh, eight-hundred thousandth cents…
enough to buy a presidential library after you retire…
or perhaps a name of an airport…
Ironic that those high-queened heirplanes were flown from JFK…
Iconic that he's the one that might have saved our nation's soul…
Repercussions for assassinations still play out in their own hockey phucked up way…
so weight this military men while you plot to take another…
your bullets ricochet in the most nascent die-rections…and now your suit is blood soaked…
What if everything real was cloaked?
What if the host smiled and said, "here can I take your hoax?"
What if the guests asked for more than a coke?
What if everyone knew, would we then all choke?
What if the words you read were just all jokes?
And the comics were the real news?
What if this was our q? What if….what if?
What if dyslexia was a gift?
What if your President's raft was another man's rift?
What if they all finally caught the drift?
What if people could all at once shift?
What if peace was an automatic?
What if violence wasn't a habit?
What if the military wasn't rabid?
What if history wasn't bad adlibs?
With all that's gone wrong, is there anything that can right?
What if the Messiah is just messing with us?
What if the only true Americans are near extinction?
I wish time would stop for us to catch our breath?
To taste the bread,
to read in bed,
to clear our head,
to really hear what she said,
to be better red than dead,
came on, commas to comas,
when the mainstream has gone extreme,
and they demonize even more eyes…
and they despise with still more lies…
and now another Korankazi is on the rise..
and I can here the propellers buzzing…
as the jet took off from Hero-shame-a,
stopped in Sigh-gone, re-fueled in Beg-dad,
and just one or two more stops and …
and the war planes will be on their way here?
But have no fear, there is nothing you can do…
they don't show Kabul on cable,
yet they will broad cast your splintered thumb from here to kingdom come.
Don't worry your funeral will be covered in depth,
your coffin covered with the dirt of television…
no one will ever forget us!
We will be out own best friend, our own widow, say our own eulogy,
will say our own prayers, pray for our own, pray for our own, pray,
to the very last day,…God bless America, God bless America,
what if it was just God bless?
by you...
also...
http://www.organicconsumers.org/supermarket.cfm
and
http://heist.fabricoh.org/
* What if the mainstream?????????????? was extreme????????????*
What if everything you knew was just slightly off?
What if the Bushes were covered with poison IVY?
What if every laugh was just a scoff?
What if there was a ground lower than zero?
What if your President was really no hero?
What if the editor was controlling the print size and the boldface?
And what if he gave you the back pages cuz you isn't his race?
If it wasn't his taste, if it wasn't his color
would he put this here story in color?
What if you were just brainwashed like the rest? just like most..
and he buttered you up like toast, and burned you like a slow roast…
What if you thought you were thinking but you were just missing?
What if you were still in your nest? yet you thought you were at your best…
What if every word was a little misspelled?
But what if you were in a spell?
And what if this spelling bee really stung…
what if this false sophistication got your tongue...
and now your all hung out and rung…
washed your mind out with soap…sell you intellectual dope…
but they washed your mind at the wrong temp...
and now while you were thinking your mind was actually shrinking...
as they added more deter-agents...and now that soap is a rope...
tethered to the weathered words of the holy feather...
and your mind still can't find the right slope…
no you won't stray far from the pack…
no tangents, no scalenes, perhaps just maybe isosceles…
two sides the same…and you think that is right…
but A squared plus A squared does not equal see squared…
nothing adds up to your logistical charades…
nothing makes sense to you but your sixth, no
seventh, eight-hundred thousandth cents…
enough to buy a presidential library after you retire…
or perhaps a name of an airport…
Ironic that those high-queened heirplanes were flown from JFK…
Iconic that he's the one that might have saved our nation's soul…
Repercussions for assassinations still play out in their own hockey phucked up way…
so weight this military men while you plot to take another…
your bullets ricochet in the most nascent die-rections…and now your suit is blood soaked…
What if everything real was cloaked?
What if the host smiled and said, "here can I take your hoax?"
What if the guests asked for more than a coke?
What if everyone knew, would we then all choke?
What if the words you read were just all jokes?
And the comics were the real news?
What if this was our q? What if….what if?
What if dyslexia was a gift?
What if your President's raft was another man's rift?
What if they all finally caught the drift?
What if people could all at once shift?
What if peace was an automatic?
What if violence wasn't a habit?
What if the military wasn't rabid?
What if history wasn't bad adlibs?
With all that's gone wrong, is there anything that can right?
What if the Messiah is just messing with us?
What if the only true Americans are near extinction?
I wish time would stop for us to catch our breath?
To taste the bread,
to read in bed,
to clear our head,
to really hear what she said,
to be better red than dead,
came on, commas to comas,
when the mainstream has gone extreme,
and they demonize even more eyes…
and they despise with still more lies…
and now another Korankazi is on the rise..
and I can here the propellers buzzing…
as the jet took off from Hero-shame-a,
stopped in Sigh-gone, re-fueled in Beg-dad,
and just one or two more stops and …
and the war planes will be on their way here?
But have no fear, there is nothing you can do…
they don't show Kabul on cable,
yet they will broad cast your splintered thumb from here to kingdom come.
Don't worry your funeral will be covered in depth,
your coffin covered with the dirt of television…
no one will ever forget us!
We will be out own best friend, our own widow, say our own eulogy,
will say our own prayers, pray for our own, pray for our own, pray,
to the very last day,…God bless America, God bless America,
what if it was just God bless?
by you...
also...
http://www.organicconsumers.org/supermarket.cfm
and
http://heist.fabricoh.org/
Friday, May 10, 2002
I've been trying to go vegan. It's not as easy as going vegetarian.
So, anyway, I'm going to Montana this summer with my grandfather. I'm excited about meeting some real cowboys, although I'm sure they're not as romantic as they are in the movies.
So, anyway, I'm going to Montana this summer with my grandfather. I'm excited about meeting some real cowboys, although I'm sure they're not as romantic as they are in the movies.
Thursday, May 09, 2002
Saturday, May 04, 2002
This interview with Dick Armey is really good. He gets straight dissed by Chris Matthews.
In other news, thanks to everyone who came out to see me on Thursday. It was great to have a cheering section there (and thanks to the kids, too, for listening - that was cool).
Also, thanks to Brandy for the money and stuff. That was way cool. Yr a good friend.
Anyway, everyone should go the the FAKE Standfast site and tell them how dumb they are for stealing the REAL Standfast's name.
In other news, thanks to everyone who came out to see me on Thursday. It was great to have a cheering section there (and thanks to the kids, too, for listening - that was cool).
Also, thanks to Brandy for the money and stuff. That was way cool. Yr a good friend.
Anyway, everyone should go the the FAKE Standfast site and tell them how dumb they are for stealing the REAL Standfast's name.
Wednesday, May 01, 2002
Gainesville, FL:
http://www.afn.org/~vetpeace/
http://home.earthlink.net/~alexl777/
Quote:
"Hell fire produces torment and torture. It's a place where sinners will scream and suffer for eternity. If someone has told you different they are wrong. If your church may have told you there's another place bsides heaven or hell, your church is in error."
-Excerpt from "Free Pass" pamphlet
Walker Bible Baptist Church
Poem:
*This Place Doesn't Deserve You*
Infinite lines of ones and zeros crawl past my eyes and I stare and translate the data into emotion
A database of sadness stored inside the trench in a battle in the revolution
And I think she's just like the other one
Because it's true that most teen aged girls have neonazi tendencies
A blunt stick hits the cranium
Black out
I saw an angel in y dream
But when I woke up she was gone
And I'm afraid
I'm so scared
Town crier:
Dogbelly Blues; Ed Schelb, poet and Dennis Monroe, musician. 7:30. Java Junction. Brockport. Tonite.
Tomorrow. HasTheBoyFallen. Open mic night. 8:00. Same place.
Other:
http://www.starhawk.org/
http://www.afn.org/~vetpeace/
http://home.earthlink.net/~alexl777/
Quote:
"Hell fire produces torment and torture. It's a place where sinners will scream and suffer for eternity. If someone has told you different they are wrong. If your church may have told you there's another place bsides heaven or hell, your church is in error."
-Excerpt from "Free Pass" pamphlet
Walker Bible Baptist Church
Poem:
*This Place Doesn't Deserve You*
Infinite lines of ones and zeros crawl past my eyes and I stare and translate the data into emotion
A database of sadness stored inside the trench in a battle in the revolution
And I think she's just like the other one
Because it's true that most teen aged girls have neonazi tendencies
A blunt stick hits the cranium
Black out
I saw an angel in y dream
But when I woke up she was gone
And I'm afraid
I'm so scared
Town crier:
Dogbelly Blues; Ed Schelb, poet and Dennis Monroe, musician. 7:30. Java Junction. Brockport. Tonite.
Tomorrow. HasTheBoyFallen. Open mic night. 8:00. Same place.
Other:
http://www.starhawk.org/
Monday, April 29, 2002
i'm not a marxist/leninist but this site has lots of good coverage on the DC protests
here's an article about Israeli peace group's triumph over Microsoft
author and scholar, Paul Loeb has a new book
the Lannan foundation is dedicated to cultural diversity
here's an article about Israeli peace group's triumph over Microsoft
author and scholar, Paul Loeb has a new book
the Lannan foundation is dedicated to cultural diversity
Sunday, April 28, 2002
Well, I saw the Casket Lottery in Medina on Friday. That was way fun, even though Medina is a crappy town. I met Benji there for the first time in person after corresponding over e-mail for a while. His band Goodbye Compassion played. They surprised me with how good they are.
My parents' 25th anniversary party was saturday. It was supposed to be a surprise, but my brother and I messed up the time so we ended up showing up an hour early. Oops! They were still surprised that my dad's parents from PA were there.
Well, in future news...
Wednesday Dennis Monroe is playing with cowboy poet Ed Schelb at Java Junction in Brockport this Wednesday at 7:30 as part of Brockport's Writers' Forum.
Then; Thursday I'm playing at Java Junction for open mic night. It starts at 8 and I'll probably play early so be there promptly.
My parents' 25th anniversary party was saturday. It was supposed to be a surprise, but my brother and I messed up the time so we ended up showing up an hour early. Oops! They were still surprised that my dad's parents from PA were there.
Well, in future news...
Wednesday Dennis Monroe is playing with cowboy poet Ed Schelb at Java Junction in Brockport this Wednesday at 7:30 as part of Brockport's Writers' Forum.
Then; Thursday I'm playing at Java Junction for open mic night. It starts at 8 and I'll probably play early so be there promptly.
Thursday, April 25, 2002
Mad props to Daniel for the sick show last night. Also, props go to Sincerely Yours, Heller Mason and Astoria.
Special thanks to Todd (Heller Mason) for letting me use his amp.
Special thanks to Todd (Heller Mason) for letting me use his amp.