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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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Saturday, November 27, 2004
What am I listening to? I'll be useful. I'll be cavalier..." A bit late but I am liking it. © 2004 big box industries Thursday, November 25, 2004
I woke up with only one sock on. That is always a good thing. With wind and wonder it rained all last night, - The general is about and all the troops are very proud. The wind lashes and the leaves are on the rise. - but now although the wind is still slamming doors and such, the sun is very proud in a sea blue sky and I am very thankful. I woke up just a little while ago and now the buzz of the day is all about in my head, this, that, and whatever. I have a million things to do and the wonder is that yes I will do them all and more. © 2004 big box industries Wednesday, November 24, 2004
I know I have got it but I am not exactly sure how it is going to come out. But it is there waiting, waiting on each tick of the second hand of the the circular clock that I have hanging on the wall to my right, waiting on each tick, tock, of the wall clock with the dying battery, waiting on the wall clock that is running slow. Many things could manifest, a story, a picture, a song, a poem. Or maybe I will just use it to go through my papers, and organize things, and throw away this and that, and put things back where they belong, or maybe I will just use it to clean up the study. The study with the tick, tock, tick, wall clock that has a dying battery, and a bit like me is running slow. I have always been interested in the creative process, how the subjective, that on the inside, becomes objective, an inside out kind of thing. The other day, and of course I now forget where, I was reading about how an author wrote. He mentioned how every, now and then, there were special, tick, tock, times where he could just feel, or sense, or know, that there was something good that wanted to come out and meet the many. All he had to do was begin and he just knew that something good would manifest. The description of how the magick works is always a bit vague, in this article reference was being made to situations in which the author ex ante just knew that something good was waiting, something good was waiting to become objective, something good was waiting to come out. And during these magick moments one does not know ahead of time exactly what shape or form this energy will take, but one is certain that the potential is there for good and all. All that one must do is start for the magick is always in the doing. Genius = the genes in us. We are all genii, like manna from heaven we all from tick to tock have access to the potential, access to the special energy. But the characteristic that separates the common from the exceptional, is that the true genius has developed and established ahead of time, methods for processing the energy. This special energy is a fleeting phenomenon, it is only there for brief periods of time. The exceptional pounces on the moment and with his established methodologies, ways of processing the special energy, begins immediately to shape and craft something durable, something lasting. The common fumbles and frets and by the time they are finally ready to begin the moments of magick have passed. © 2004 big box industries Wednesday, November 17, 2004
I have had this cactus for over 12 years. It was given to me by a cleaning lady of a building I used to work in at night all those years ago. We had talked each evening as she came through and she had discovered that even then I had a penchant for plants. One evening she gave me two little stalks with the bottoms wrapped in aluminum fold and told me to soak the roots for awhile until they got going and then to put the stalks in some dirt. I diligently followed her instructions and since then have never been disappointed by my little one. Each year around the holiday season she has always faithfully put out a wondrous display for me. It is her way, her only way, of thanking me for the time and care I have put in on her behalf. She is a good friend and I am glad she is with me. © 2004 big box industries Friday, November 12, 2004
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. © 2004 big box industries Thursday, November 11, 2004
The last two days have been planting days. So far I have put to earth 125 tulip bulbs, 50 daffodil bulbs, and about 75 pansies. I am not the greatest gardener in the world but plants like me. I think the reason that plants usually do well for me is that I know a little planting secret. The secret I know is that plants want to put out, plants want to do well. If you start them out with a decent hole and water them good several times the first week or so, plants will do their best to put on a show for you. © 2004 big box industries Sunday, November 07, 2004
He had grown weary of the dizzy and the spin, going round and round to nowhere only to find that tomorrow was like yesterday. He now took his solace in the bliss of Nature, she always put out, and all he need do is seek. He was content within her colors and ways but still his soul was antsy, and thus he waited amongst the bliss for his Nantucket, for something to ride, for his vision. You think it is all over but it keeps going. The vibrations are +8 on the Richter scale. That's just the foreshock. Your conception of here and now becomes tenuous and vague. Then it shifts exponentially. You learn to pray really fast here and there is absolutely no doubt in your mind that the Gods exist. and then the calm - I am pure like snow for in the whiteness of the light I remember nothing. But still I sense, bathed in bubbled glory. And when again I am such, t'is but a babe before the awe. A Nantucket sleigh ride is a Moby Dickish kind of thing. It is the sensation that one experiences riding in a small craft after harpooning a whale. © 2004 big box industries Friday, November 05, 2004
Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul form the soul Of the beauiful Annabel Lee." © 2004 big box industries Depending on how new your computer is and the graphics card you have many of the snaps on this blog may look like shit. Mea Culpa. On my new computer at home everything looks great, but when I do it up at work my snaps look like shit. I do apologize. My problem is that with a new computer and a good graphics card I can’t tell the difference from home. It is a bitch and I hate it. I will have to work a little bit harder to insure that you are getting the good stuff. And I will work on it. Still there is a clue here. If my snaps look like shit you need a new computer. © 2004 big box industries Plum and I hooked up with the notorious Wild Bill aka Sweet William yesterday afternoon for Pho at the Saigon Café. While there Plum lucked out and got an actually snap of the world’s best one-eyed gonzo digital photographer – Dr. Robert D. Snaps – enjoying himself. Snaps is very metro but maintains a low informational profile and is rarely ever caught in the act. © 2004 big box industries Thursday, November 04, 2004
Yesterday was a Nils Lofren day. Not too many of you have probably heard of Nils. He did his thing in the mid 70’s. If you get a chance check him out. Even after all these years he is still good. © 2004 big box industries Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Got up a bit late this morning and I was feeling about half past dead. Still I got my slacker ass in gear and voted. I might even be the mayor or something tomorrow. In the area were I live there were lots of offices for which candidates were running unopposed. For each of these unopposed offices I selected the write in option and fingered in my name. Tomorrow I could be the mayor, or maybe a King, or even the next wild, wild, thing. Vote for Bob, the good candidate. © 2004 big box industries Monday, November 01, 2004
And he was having a time, a big time, hitting on the cosmos. Everything was exactly the way it was suppose to be. Sure he knew she was a slut, putting out for everybody, but she really knew how to bring it to you. “Grab on tight big boy we are going to ride high with the wind.” © 2004 big box industries
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