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Archive Mea Culpa. The above Archive Link & the Search This Blog Link do not work. This happened after Google, the king of search, bought Blogger?
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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Friday, January 31, 2003
I beckon. These are my truths. And yes I am with spirit. Unto my mind does come a thunder, a roar, a presence. A way of being, a tomorrow. And still my heart beats, a swell, a hurray, a thank you, beating. My heart is happy and my soul is content. No. A lie. My heart beats, but not contently. My heart beats but you are not near. My heart beats, and beats, and then again. Maybe tomorrow I will hold you closer. © 2003 big box industries Thursday, January 30, 2003
From now on all pixs will be 575 x 460.  © 2003 big box industries Tuesday, January 28, 2003
gone. In too far darkness gone. In search of she who would still my heart to beating faster.  to thus rise above the welter. Up past clouds and moon and sun and still with thrill I could not stop. Higher still I did ascend, my wings flapping in thin air void. and though I should spin to sphere and though I should fall. Higher still by wing I went. © 2003 big box industries  Good morning to you. We're all in our places. With bright shinny faces. Good morning to you. Each day we wake up with a certain amount of energy to displace. The energy is our gift. The energy is our manna from heaven. One can choose to use this energy in any way one likes. So today, get your slacker ass up and do something wonderful. All this and heaven too! I love it!! © 2003 big box industries Monday, January 27, 2003
Friday, January 24, 2003
Literature Network>Bram Stoker>Dracula>Chapter 5 Chapter 5 CHAPTER 5 LETTER FROM MISS MINA MURRAY TO MISS LUCY WESTENRA May 9. My dearest Lucy, Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life of an assistant schoolmistress is sometimes trying. I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air. I have been working very hard lately, because I want to keep up with Jonathan's studies, and I have been practicing shorthand very assiduously. When we are married I shall be able to be useful to Jonathan, and if I can stenograph well enough I can take down what he wants to say in this way and write it out for him on the typewriter, at which also I am practicing very hard. He and I sometimes write letters in shorthand, and he is keeping a stenographic journal of his travels abroad. When I am with you I shall keep a diary in the same way. I don't mean one of those two-pages-to-the-week-with-Sunday-squeezed-in-a-corner diaries, but a sort of journal which I can write in whenever I feel inclined. I do not suppose there will be much of interest to other people, but it is not intended for them. I may show it to Jonathan some day if there is in it anything worth sharing, but it is really an exercise book. I shall try to do what I see lady journalists do, interviewing and writing descriptions and trying to remember conversations. I am told that, with a little practice, one can remember all that goes on or that one hears said during a day. However, we shall see. I will tell you of my little plans when we meet. I have just had a few hurried lines from Jonathan from Transylvania. He is well, and will be returning in about a week. I am longing to hear all his news. It must be nice to see strange countries. I wonder if we, I mean Jonathan and I, shall ever see them together. There is the ten o'clock bell ringing. Goodbye. Your loving Mina © 2003 big box industries Tuesday, January 21, 2003
I know a secret. I know something that perhaps you are not privy too. It is of some importance, but then again perhaps it makes no difference. But I am feeling generous. I will share. The first time is not the best time. Where this is true it was all a lie. © big box industries We go there not directly but (proceed) in a helter skelter way. Too much, too soon, so often causes one to go astray. And it is our intention for you not to lose your way. Nay, it is our intention for you to come and then to stay. Stay awhile or longer and may this serve you well. Stay awhile or longer but promise not to tell. That once while you were traveling in a land most far but near. You heard the twinkling of the light, a sound so very dear. More of this we know and more of this we will tell. But first we ask that you stay awhile and with us for some time dwell. © 2003 big box industries Monday, January 20, 2003
 I have visited a lot of sites, and with respect to design and form and content flow, Confessions of December, has no equal. Every nuance of this site has been well thought out and crafted with meticulous care. Every touch, the touch of the angelic. © 2003 big box industries It is a slipping into darkness - something a little wicked this way comes - heart of darkness - trans goth extraordinary - seething in seduction and surcease. Abandon hope all ye who enter here. I am reading Jonathan Harker's blog online. I am reading - "There was a card on the table, on which was written--"I have to be absent for a while. Do not wait for me. D."" I am reading Bram Stoker's Dracula and yes it is very good. © 2003 big box industries This is a wonderful site with scores of online classics, accessible in a very user friendly format. The works of approximately 100 world renowned authors are available. Do bookmarket this site and visit it often. The magic is in the doing. And yes I know I just mentioned this link a little while ago. But it takes some longer than others to put in the boot and get some of the good stuff. © 2003 big box industries Sunday, January 19, 2003
Proof - A trinity, a trinity, we want a trinity. Everyone is familiar with one of the fundamental tenets of theoretical physics - e=mc². Most will remember that c stands for the speed of light. A smaller group will remember that nothing can travel faster than the speed of light, c, and that c is a constant. Although the reason that nothing can travel faster than the speed of light,c, is never well articulated. But whatever, we have a very nice little equation that is very powerful. Since the speed of light is a rather large number, e=mc², tells us that the energy equivalent of a relatively small mass is very large. Now we are ready for the stags leap in our proof that illusion is reality. If nothing can travel faster than c, the speed of light, the term c² is a non sequitur, it does not exist. Therefore if e=mc², illusion is reality. QED © 2003 big box industries Saturday, January 18, 2003
"Jonathan Harker's Journal May 3. Bistritz.-- Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had arrived late and would start as near the correct time as possible. The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish rule. We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh. Here I stopped for the night at the Hotel Royale. I had for dinner, or rather supper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty. (Mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called "paprika hendl," and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians. I found my smattering of German very useful here, indeed, I don't know how I should be able to get on without it." Johnathan liked to blog. And I think he liked to blog because he was so memento. © 2003 big box industries Friday, January 17, 2003
And she asked but one thing and one thing only. Will you not do it for her? This has always been her song, this has always been her way, this has always been. Be proud. Fear not. Like the moon in a winter sky, shine down and be proud. caught in a web of their own demise. Can you hear the whispers of the moon as she calls her children round. It is not so much a sound but a feeling that she is near and beckons. How slowly she moves as if she crawls on hands and knees towards a place that none know. And against the backdrop of the darkness and the twinkle is the hum of her way steady and slow she comes again comes again to share. We both needing she my words and I her touch. © 2002 big box industries There was a little girl. No wait that is not right. Once upon a time there was a woman. And she was a woman in ever sense of the word. For her man she did everything. And her man was very proud. The woman had a name. And it was a name that was very close to his heart. No it was his heart. And her name was .... And when she was not there he was sad but when she blessed him he was very proud. In truth it took him awhile. It took him awhile to understand. But he was patient. And he waited. He waited because he knew it was good. And he waited for simple things. He waited for the way she shined. He waited for the ways to her heart. He waited for her glee. He waited for her happy. And in time it did come. He for she and she for him. And it was blessed. They were both happy. And they played nicely. © 2003 big box industries Thursday, January 16, 2003
You know that little one, the one you think is so precious and cute. Your world. The bitch. Your everything. Let an old man give you a clue. That woman, precious and cute, and all the other stuff. She can take whatever you, nasty daddy, and then some. Bless her little heart. She can take whatever you have and still want a little more. Daddy loves his baby. Forever!! © 2003 big box industries What can I say? I was. I had it. I was hungry. I went there. Looking for something. Something that would qwell the hunger. Something that would make me happy. Again, what can i say? I like to to partake. I like to feel it in my....I like to eat. I like phood. But food is different for different people and what can i say? I am different. She. All perky and fresh. Came over to the table. My motto...if I can smell it I can eat it. She. Alll perky and fresh. Hi my name is Stephen. I am a King. Sometimes I am even more than that. Like what? Well there is always Emperor. And then there is always so much more. And I had a dream. And in this dream i was not like everyone else. I was running around in circles getting dizzy. And in the spin, I found a way to be more than tomorrow, today. And this is why you pray. That tomorrow will sometimes be Better than today. Am I forgetting anything? Yeah. Bite me! © 2003 big box industries Tuesday, January 14, 2003
This little banshee is always blogging at about 250 mph into the blurr. But she is always doing something. You have to love the angst of youth.  By the by, I think her hair is green now. © 2003 big box industries And the Almight stood before them. And in a voice like thunder He proclaimed, "I come before ye to quell the welter." "I come before ye to answer the many whys." "Bring before Me a pristine slate - clean." The high priestess complied with the request of her beckonings. She brought forth a marble tablet, white as the waves and new fallen snow. And then the earth trembled and the sky was a blaze with whirling lights and roars. And then there was a calm, a stillness, a hush. The many rushed to the white marble tablet. With just a look they knew the work of their creator. Upon what was once virginal was written - "Something is always better than nothing." These words gave the tribe comfort and became their way. Now when they questioned with many whys the answer was always the same - "Something is always better than nothing." © 2003 big box industries Monday, January 13, 2003
It took me 3 months to re-read, David CUfield, but I finally made it through the 64 chapters and 800 pages. So OK it is not a real page turner. You do have to have some discipline to go the distance, but I am glad I made the journey again. David Copperfield doesn't really have much of a plot, just a huge menagerie of characters, but what a wonderful parade of characters and charlatans they are. My favorites were one of the most repulsive creatures in all of English literature, Uriah Heep, and the angelic innocence of the child-wife, Dora. God bless them everyone - Trotwood, Peggotty, Chillip, Badgers, Grummidge, Barkis, Traddles, Fibbitson, Creakle, Sheffield, Quinion, Steerford, Murdstone,Micawber, Crupp, Heep, Dora, Jip, Spenlow, Jorkins, Wickfield, and Mr. Dick. You don't think Mr. Dick is a caricature of Charlie do you? Nah, that would be too bent. I actually read Dickens' Copperfield online. This is a very nice site with scores of online classics. © 2003 big box industries And after the third day of practice, when the new students asked if the exercises were being done correctly, Master Phat would always answer the neophytes' question with a yes, no matter what they were doing. One of Master Phat's favorite sayings was, "Who can really know what is pleasing to God?" © 2003 big box industries Like in sucks up system resources. Talk about inefficient bloated coded, XP takes 5 gigs of disk space just to load. And what extra bells and whistles do you get from this sow? Let's think nirvana, let's think nothing. Well that's not exactly true. A lot of old software, like Office 98, doesn't run as well on XP. And for some reason lots and lots of people are complaining that hooking up new printers and such is a real pain in the ass. I know Soft support is an oxymoron, but starting in June of 2003, Soft will no longer support Win 98 or NT4. These OS's are only about 4 years old and still have tens of millions of users. Limp is forcing you to upgrade. And they are forcing you to upgrade because they can. I don't want XP on my system. It is the most intrusive piece of shit I have ever seen. You have to register it over the net with Limp when you first get it, and then ever time you upgrade your hardware or software you have to go over the net and let Soft know. Fuck that. I do know that every time I have to provide Soft with info to get something to work I lie like hell. The last time I had to register some ware I claimed I was the Pope and lived in the Vatican. I will hold out as long as I can with Win 98. After that I am seriously thinking of upgrading to Linux or switching to a Mac. Just remember Macrohard is a universal constant. It never changes. It's like gravity. Macrohard always slows you down. Maybe that is why Macrohard always Suxs. © 2003 big box industries Sunday, January 12, 2003
I've had a little bit of the post holiday sniffles. It was my own fault. I burned the candle at both ends. "Oh! Was that a candle? I thought it was a wonder log." But yes God loves me a lot. I had, Plum, the best nurse in the world, come over and treat me like a King. She brought me flowers, and firewood, and things to eat, and snuggles, and hugs, and lots of the sweetest sugar. I am almost better and by tomorrow I should be 98% and ready to kick butt in 03. Plum had to work last night. This morning I woke up about 6 am and it was burrrrr and boo and I didn't have a snuggle bear. I got up and put on an extra pair of wool socks. I was starting to head for La La Land, when I started to hear a voice outside on my balcony. "Get your slacker ass out of bed." "What?" Out on my balcony was the cutest little bird just chirping away, chirping away for the morning and me. The smallest birds have the sweetest songs.  And yes, I still have some of my blink red, blink green, Christmas lights up outside. © 2003 big box industries Wednesday, January 08, 2003
According to the archives, my first blog was on January 19, 2002. Soon it will be in The Year of The Blog 02. I haven't got it all figured out yet, but I am sure on the 19th there will be something special on Fish, like fireworks, and dancing girls, and lots of ballons. © 2003 big box industries Monday, January 06, 2003
Just got finished watching a show on the public broadcasting channel. Frontline - it was on the last conflict in Iraq. Was it good? It was one of the best things I have ever seen on TV. I know you have already made, and probably already broken, a few New Year's Resolutions. But how about, this year I will contribute to public broadcasting in my area. And if you are already blessed, how about just a little bit more. I guarantee that it will make you feel good. And I have always found that once is not enough. © 2003 big box industries Sunday, January 05, 2003
 © 2003 big box industries And he walked in the unforgiving desert for 33 days and 33 nights. He walked barefoot in the blistering heat. For 33 days and 33 nights he walked with blistering sores and agonizing cracks on his bare feet across the floor of hell. He walked the floor of hell barefoot because he had lost his sandals. No, not lost, his sandals had just disappeared. But on the 34th day of his journey there was a great rejoicing. His heart sang some of the old songs it remembered from long ago, flowers opened wider, and the air was a perfect cool. Unassisted, bells began ringing in gothic towers. Everyone, everywhere, stopped what they were doing for they knew that something holy had occurred. The venerable scribe had found his sandals. In order to discover where his sandals had been hiding the scribe performed a most sacred of rituals. He performed the ritual of the star. He performed the ritual that all have dreamed of more than once. He performed the ritual with a special crown. He performed the ritual of becoming king. But the crown was not upon his head. The crown was around his head. The crown was a special way of doing -prism,spectrum,frequency – color. The crown was the sign that one was indeed a king. And a man with blistered feet found his salvation by becoming king. But I bet some of you are still wondering, how did the scribe actually find his sandals by becoming king? It seems that the scribe was preparing his sanctuary for a very special occasion. Many things had to be put out of the way. One of the sacred items of the scribe that he put away with great care was his sandals. So great was the care that the scribe didn’t remember where he had put them. The scribe was sure he had put the sandals somewhere, but that somewhere was proving very illusive. The scribe searched everywhere, in cabinets, behind furniture, on the floor, under the bed, in drawers, on closet racks, in boxes – no where. It was as if the sandals had grown wings and just flown away, or so it seemed to the scribe. But then on the 34th day, after great fasting and preparation, the scribe remembered. He remembered that he was a king. Upon remembering, he noticed that he was naked, well not actually naked but dressed incorrectly. A king should have not only have a crown, a king should also have a robe. He went forth to claim the 100% cotton, made in turkey, blue and green, robe of the king. As the scribe reach for the blue and green robe of the king, he noticed a rack. There on the rack were his winged sandals. And for 7 days and 7 nights, all the people of Naboo rejoiced. For 7 days and 7 nights, the people of Naboo gave thanks. They all gave thanks that the scribe would no longer have to walk the floor of hell. Well at least they thought, he will not have to walk the floor of hell alone, for he would be a king and he would have his sandals. Thus spoke Zarathustra. © 2003 big box industries Thursday, January 02, 2003
He looked up at the bitch calendar neatly tacked to the wall near the shadeless lamp on his night stand - January 2003 - a bitch. It was Friday - the 3, 10, 17, 24, 31 - the 1st Friday - the third - January 3, 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 January 3, 2003, a bit before midnight, watched over by a bitch, 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? © 2003 big box industries Wednesday, January 01, 2003
 To you and yours. © 2003 big box industries
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