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Frêsh Fish - Much magic for a little fish.
Frêsh Fish is a combination of new and spirited with the added bonus being that everyone knows that fish is best fresh. The icing on the cake was that my mother’s mother, Lena, always told her and she me, that fish was brain food. So with Frêsh Fish we have spirited and new food for thought, ideas, that ain’t got no stink. I was suppose to eat fish today and did not. I hope I can be forgiven.
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Monday, December 30, 2002
I have not made up my mind about cloning, but in the end no matter what conclusion I reach, cloning is good or cloning is bad, I do know that cloning will continue. Since cloning will be done, somewhere, somehow, I much rather it be done in the light than in the dark. Rather than reject cloning, I would much rather the research be conducted at the best facilities with the most competent personnel. If we are going to do it anyway, let's do it right. There are two main reasons for rejecting cloning, religious and legal, the church and the law. Although not well articulated by the church, it is part of the received doctrine, whispered but not written, that at the moment of conception, something mystical happens. A union is brought forth by a divine spark. A union is brought forth by the touch of God. In the nuclear transfer method of cloning, a cell from the donor and an altered egg from another are joined. An important part of the nuclear transfer method of cloning is the use of electricity to help the union of these two cells. In cloning are we replacing the touch of God with electricity? And if we are, what difference does this make?? The legal issues against cloning are less emotional than the religious, cloning muddies up the water. Cloning makes the concept of identity and ownership and inheritance and such, messy. Who's who? To me, however, the most interesting aspect of the cloning controversy is found in individual reflection. Would I want to create others identical to myself? No. One always creates in hopes of making something better. And although cloning should not be confused with immortality, the thought always occurs, would I want to live forever? No. I have already made too many mistakes, mistakes that still always haunt me. Best to enjoy while I can and then ask for forgiveness and forget. Actually I am against cloning, not the concept but the desire. I am against cloning for metaphysical reasons. In the earlier days of this blog, I made several references to a metaphysical doctrine, Lemma i. After discovering that there were no wolves in this forest, I toned it down a bit, and went in search of other prey. The fundamental tenet of Lemma i is - And what does this portend? What does this mean? Whatever you like, for no two are ever the same, be it atom - moon or inbetween. What's new? cut and paste not much the cloning of mediocrity cut and paste it's not mine it's ours cut and paste. I've been cut and I have been pasted and now I am stuck upon a lifeless sea with no gentle breeze my only sail the white clouds above no sirens calling rudderless in the abyss. And after many days of such I remembered the secret and the secret was - the secret was a lie. "And this shall be my covenant with you forever and always and then again; you will always be special for no two things will be the same." But now I knew my god had lied for I've been cut and I have been pasted and now I am stuck without a god upon a lifeless sea. Hey, honey, if you don't mind, I rather have it fresh. © 2002 big box industries Sunday, December 29, 2002
 Yeah, like hunt for trouble. I can sort of handle drinking and driving but certain types of music always do me in. You do not want to mix The Stones - Get Yer Ya Ya's Out - with a blue vette convertible. It was a beautiful day. I had the top down and was just cruising. I made it out to an open stretch of road. Nobody, no where. It was all here just for me. And then it happened. Carol came on - "Can't dance. I know you would if you could. I got my eyes on you sugar 'cause you dance so good." Balls to the wall. Why not? In less than 10 secs I was doing about 120 mph and this bitch still had more to give. You go girl. I was about as close to flying as you can get. "When the train left the station it had two lights on behind. The blue light was", the blue light was, the blue light was. What the fuck? There was a flashing blue light fading in the distance behind me. I took pity on the guy and slowed down. "Afternoon officer. What's up?" "Do you have any idea how fast you where going?" "I don't have a clue?" "153 mph." "Not bad for a nice day. What are you going to do? Arrest me?" "No. I was kind of wondering? I was kind of wondering if you would let me take this bad boy for a spin?" "I'll tell you what I'll do. You let me chase you in the patrol car with the lights and siren on and its a deal?" "Get your ass out of the car son, Daddy's ready to ride." © 2002 big box industries Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Santa is getting ready to ride. A clue to the kiddies. Santa is a bit older now, and milk and cookies just don't get it. Santa likes to buck up a bit before he puts the boot in. Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!!!!! © 2002 big box industries And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even my mouse. And that was fucked up, because Santa, aka moi, has lots to do. But I am up now and feeling very thankful. I have my Wanted - Vixen t-shirt and my Snoppy Happy Holiday socks on. All this and heaven too! Thank you God. It's rainy and yuck outside. I am all warm and safe inside. I've got new flannel sheets, making that round and round sound, in the drier. I have the radio on playing stuff that is nice but that I am clueless about. Red, blink, green, blink, the Christmas lights are doing their thing. I am getting ready to paper and tape and bow my horde of presents. I got all the women in the family a Christmas angel. She brings a special seasons greeting for all. Feel the light within and be blessed.  Happy Holidays!! © 2002 big box industries Monday, December 23, 2002
First it was Iraq, with weapons of - and this was a marketing coupe of the first order - "mass destruction". Fact - During the last Iraqi conflict, Iraq launched about 40 scud missiles. Total casualties associated with these attacks, less than 50. Now we have an even greater threat emerging with the reactivation of a nuclear reactor in North Korea. Fact - The reason that North Korea is reactivating its nuclear reactor is that we have cut off promised oil to North Korea. It is going to be a very cold winter there and they need heat. The Truth. The real reason behind the US's sudden mobilization, is that on September 13, 2002, The National Security Agency, decoded a cypher that establishes irrefutable proof that aliens from the planet Oh La are planning to invade Las Vegas on or before May 20, 2003. The actual text of the message is - "Oh! La! The lights are so pretty we must get closer." With Las Vegas being the designated site, this is the reason that US troops are gearing up for a desert assault. So don't worry. It is not Biblical Prophecy unfolding before your very eyes. It's better. It's aliens who like colored lights. Happy Oh! La! © 2002 big box industries Sunday, December 22, 2002
I finished my shopping last week. I got a bit carried away this year, but I am happy and people have been good to me. Actually I should have gotten a few more things for some people but I had to cut myself off. Now I have to get my slacker ass in gear and wrap some of my treasures. Since I am off Christmas Eve, I will probably do it then.  The snap above is actually from last year. At the moment I still have this year's horde in drawers and closets and boxes. I hope I remember where I hid everything. Ho! Ho! Ho! Happy Holidays. And remember if you hear the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, of The Salvation Army Volunteer, give a little. If it feels good do it. I have been doing it a lot. I have always found that once is not enough. © 2002 big box industries Friday, December 20, 2002
when she prayed. It was only at night, when she was all alone. It was only at night, when she asked for forgiveness. It was only at night, when she asked for what she wanted. It was only at night, when she was my f...... It was only at night, when she remembered. It was only at night, that she did b....... It was only when I was with you... © 2002 big box industries Wednesday, December 18, 2002
I ordered a Dell computer for my pholks, the known terrorists. The big box came yesterday and I am going out their way this morning to set it up. It should be a trip. I had my Mom over at the house once and tried to show her how to use a mouse. It blew my mind. If you have been using a computer for awhile, one just forgets the learning curve. And of course the older you are the slower one is to adjust to incoming stimuli. I talked to my Dad on the phone last night, and my Mom, bless her heart, doesn't understand why you need a monitor. But I have faith. Give them a week and they will be doing DOS (denial of service) attacks on AOL. All this and heaven too! I love it. © 2002 big box industries Tuesday, December 17, 2002
Last Saturday, Plum and I went to see my niece perform in The Nutcracker. My niece, Steph, was The Sugar Plum Queen.  It does a heart good to see young women possessed of poise and grace. I was a bit enchanted by all the teen spirit aglow with glitter and glee.  After her performance, The Queen came out and I was able to take a few snaps.  Sing, dance, eat, and be merry. One must always be looking for more ways to be pleasing to God. Happy Holidays. And remember if you hear the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, of The Salvation Army Volunteer, give a little. © 2002 big box industries Friday night we went to Plum's office Christmas Party. It was held at the Marriot Marquis in the heart of downtown Atlanta. We booked a room for the night and hung out on the 38th floor. You have got to love the view. Bah Humbug, I forgot my camera. You will have to take my word for it that Plum and I had a wonderful time. Plum looking stunning in her holiday attire and I with my red silk Christmas tie, as always, was refined and enchanting.  I must be getting a bit old though. The Plan was to hang out at the hotel for awhile, eat, drink, dance, and mingle, and then drop the bomb in a downtown club. But by midnight I was ready to turn into a pumpkin. So we headed for the elevator and rode up into the twinkling of the nighttime city lights. Happy Holidays. And remember if you hear the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, of The Salvation Army Volunteer, give a little. © big box industries Friday, December 13, 2002
I have had this Christmas cactus for about 10 years. A cleaning lady in an office I used to work at gave it to me. Over the years it has never disappointed me. Each year it honors me with the most magneficient blooms.  Plants are some of Mother Nature's most erotic creatures. They beckon with everything they have. This year my little pretty is really purring and putting out. All this and heaven too. You know I love it.  Happy Holidays. Ho! Ho! Ho! © 2002 big box industries If you have a little tyke on your list and you still haven't hit on the perfect gift, do SpongeBob. I got this one for my nephew, KR, and I think he is really going to like it. Shopping clue - SB is on sale at Toys R Us.  And remember if you hear the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, of The Salvation Army Volunteer, give a little. © 2002 big box industries Tuesday, December 10, 2002
Last week Plum and I went up to the North Georgia Mountains. Our cover was to visit Amicalola Falls, take in the quaint and curious, kick back and chill, and let the water cleanse us. A side benefit of this sub rosa was that the current generated by the rushing water produces an electromagnetic field that interferes with survail/vale/veillance equipment.  On Friday morning, at The Falls, we hooked up with one of the cells of The BNP. Don't let looks fool you. At all times this group is armed and extremely digital.  The distinguished gentleman in the middle is XY or Geno. He is one of the top hit men in the game. When he is in, it is a done deal. His companion on the right is DeeDee, her deceased was an ex Navy Seal who taught her everything he knew about demolition. The identity of the third party is unknonwn. After much Tao Chii, I ended the day with a bubble bath.  © 2002 big box industries Monday, December 09, 2002
Wow!! Amazon is good. They have one of the best marketing models ever. I was getting ready to send Plum an email this morning, telling her that my chimes on my balcony have been singing all morning and how that means good luck, when I got an email from Amazon.  Save 30% on "Photoshop Elements 2.0: 50 Ways to Create Cool Pictures" by David A. Huss. I had recently ordered Adobe Photoshop Elements - One Click Wow. Amazon knew what I liked to eat. To make it even better there was an additional special deal if I also ordered Photoshop Elements 2.0 for Dummies. If I was a dummy, and I am, I would also get free shipping. When I went to order they knew my address and credit card info, so all I had to do was click - wondo - do now. I had a very pleasant shopping experience. My only problem now is that if I don't get my ass in gear I am going to be late for The Big Party. © 2002 big box industries Sunday, December 08, 2002
My Xmas stocking is over 40 years old. It is one of my oldest possessions. Every year I hang my stocking up near the fireplace. I don't get much in it anymore. I guess it is because I have been bad. But bad boys need presents too.  Wait, wait. That's not right. Santa has always been very good to me. It's just that the presents I get now a days are way too large for my little stocking. So kick back and relax. Even if you have been bad you are still going to get lots of stuff. Enjoy it all, hearth and home. Enjoy the Holidays. And if you do hear the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, of The Salvation Army Volunteer, give a little. © 2002 big box industries Saturday, December 07, 2002
Homeland Security, the harbinger of the Neo Nazi Police State, is already impinging on my Holiday Festivities. I ordered about half of my holiday gifts via catalogue. Several of the items were shipped UPS. I don't know if it is something new but UPS will no longer leave your parcels on your doorstep. Packages used to be a no brainer because whoever, could always leave the undeliverables at my apartment complex office. Achtung - not anymore. According to one of the airheads that works in the office, the office got, Achtung Baby, a memo from the GCJ, warning of, Achtung, package bombs. They are no longer accepting packages at the office. In the name of Achtung, Homeland Security, the harbinger of the Neo Nazi, shine those jack boots, Police State, individual sacrifices must be made to insure the continuity of an office of airheads. Homeland Security? Push one for Spanish and two for English, we don't pay taxes or insurance or anything but there are millions of us wandering around illegally and we use up all your stuff for free. Yeah I feel safer, Achtung, now. Instead of an office of airheads blowing up, they want me to go higher and faster than I have ever gone before. In the name of The Fatherland - Happy Holidays - Achtung. © 2002 big box industries Thursday, December 05, 2002
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for everymore. This is the second of seventeen stanzas of Poe's - The Raven. You have to love the use of the words wrought, surcease, and rare and radiant. This stanza is especially apropos because it was very rainy and cold and yuck last night. But Plum finally got here yesterday evening and we had, sometimes red and sometimes green, blinking christmas lights, and frankincense & myrrh, and a snap, crackle, fire, and I made the best crockpot beef stew in the world. It was a cuddly, snuggle evening. And oh wow I forgot we kind of watched Spiderman. And visions of sugar plums danced in my head. Plum and I are heading North in a bit. We are spending the night in Dahlonega - on the edge of the North Georgia Mountains. We are having dinner tonight at the Oar House. You kind of have to watch how you say that. In the morning we are going to do The Falls.  Hey there are only 20 shopping days left until Christmas. So get your slacker ass in gear and get out and get some of the good stuff. Get some Holiday cheer. I do have a little favor to ask. If you hear the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, of The Salvation Army Volunteer, give a little. You will feel better, guaranteed. All this and heaven too. You know I love it. © 2002 big box industries Wednesday, December 04, 2002
I took the day off today. I got up early and did all kinds of Bob things and then I went shopping. Santa, Ho! Ho! Ho!, kicked butt. No two ways about it, America has lots of stuff. It wasn't crowded and great gifts just popped up everywhere. I was in the zone. Nothing could stop me. All this and heaven too. I love it. Actually, the The Holiday Season 2002, will not officially begin until I hang The Xmas Tree of St. Steph over the fireplace and do a little decorating.  Sustenance for weary souls. Fodder to comfort. An easing of a hunger. Tranquillity and the sparkle of bliss - bliss with bells and tinkles. It is a Poeish morning. I suspect the use of Poe as an adjective is rara avis - like a black swan - rare. A Poeish morning - a persistent but gentle - splish / splash pitter/patter - burr and witch's tits - kind of morning. A pull closer, wish you were here, baby you are the best - kind of time. Done without dispatch. A lingering of spirit and soul, and in the background a rumbling, a disturbance of the force - the beating - the beating of a… trinity, trinity, we want a ..spirit, soul, and heart. I live in Atlanta, GA, and we are getting ready for our first winter ice storm. Obiter dictum - If anyone knows the genealogy of the phrase - "cold as a witch's tit" - I would appreciate hearing about it? © 2002 big box industries As predicted, The Homeland Security Legislation has now become law. We now have a hydra with 170,000 heads and a budget of $30-$40 billion. No one exactly knows what this organization is suppose to do but we will find out. "Ok! Ok! I will confess. My parents are terrorists." With millions of illegal aliens scurrying around the ruins, and push one for Spanish and two for English, it is all a ruse. We have already lost. Through out history, when an entity loses control of its borders and no longer has the common glue of language to bond its members together - these are harbingers of the decline. © 2002 big box industries Tuesday, December 03, 2002
I needed some new incoming. I needed some new stimuli. I needed some S-R - stimulus - response. I ordered a few new DE's from BMG, the music club. So this is the biggie, you know like the skinny. What did I snatch? The first DE that I ordered was Charlotte Church. The fix, the promo, the clack, sounded so pure and innocence, I just couldn't resist. And in truth, The Bitch delivers. It is my Mom's thing, she played it in the house when I was a tyke and I find it a bit soothing. Good background sound when you have a crowd over, or when there is just the two of you alone - and she is feeling a little vulnerable and flush. My next DE was The Pit Bull of English Rock, snarl, Billy Idol. OK, I am a sentimentalists, but Rebel Yell does it for me on the way to work in the morning. You have to respect a song about a girl who makes her man proud with her coos and ways. You go girl. Everyone has been there, buy one and get three free. My 3rd DE was The Twisted Turban Diva of The Beat - are U Bad? - E Badu. The title of her offering is a bit bend - Kah Badu Mama's Gun. It's my first Badu. Although it is not a knock out punch, it's perfect for the setup - start with Badu and then… I have saved the best for last - The Worst of Jefferson Airplane. Once upon a time on a planet near but far, I actually had the 33 1/3, the record. We are talking the 60's. For its time, The Worst was a sun without planets, a nova with no peers. If you want to learn a litte bit about proud, get slick and do some grace. "When the truth is found to be lies." © 2002 big box industries Monday, December 02, 2002
He looked up at the wolf calendar neatly tacked to the wall near the shadeless lamp on his night stand - December 2002 - a wolf. It was Monday - the 2, 9, 16, 23 - the 1st Monday - the second - December 2, 2002.  He looked to the right and squinted a bit to decipher the time on the white Sony dream machine on the dresser up against the wall opposite the bed - 11:32. night stand - bed, let's go with 11:32 pm. Brandon was doing it again. Brandon was writing about nothing and having a good time of it. Brandon was having such a good time writing about nothing because in the back of his quirky little brain lurked a secret. Sure he was writing about nothing but then things can change. Things can undergo a transformation, like the one-to-one correspondence mapping of fish into not fish. And Brandon knew that the one-to-one correspondence mapping of nothing into not nothing was everything. So on December 2, 2002, a bit before midnight, watched over by a wolf, Brandon wrote about everything. As he wrote though, he wondered that if he was really writing about everything how come he was leaving so much out? Brandon is a bit excited. Starting next year, he will have a creature of a different sort watching over him as he pens and pines.  © big box industries Sunday, December 01, 2002
"You don't look so good. Looks like you might have mono, monotheism." What is so great about having just one and only one God? I myself would find greater comfort in many Gods. If one God is good then many must surely be better. If I upset one of the Gods there would be other Gods for me to appease. And the many make it easier to explain tragedy and misfortune - Neptune is pissed at Zeus. More Gods, more moons, more colors, more stars. Monotheism traces its roots back to the Jews of Judah. Before this time, a God was a territorial entity, residing in and ruling over, a fixed geographical location. Places of worship were found in high places were the deities were thought to dwell. But if for some reason a person had to move, they could not take their God with them. The Jews of Judah brought the worship of Yahweh down from high places and into the temple and their God was the one and only God. Now when these people moved, the temple and their God moved with them. Yahweh was not just in certain high places but everywhere. © 2002 big box industries
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