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Hi i am a newbie here. Hopefully i will be able to contribute to this site, Just though id say hello! thanks. xto - Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010 True. Alexei - Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010 Good to see you running with this. Of course we both know much of the kind of thinking that brings this through you learned by being with me. ; ) did u solve pi - Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010 I think you did Reenseshadway - Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010 Hey, Neat Site i should be able to help on here. Cheers. Bestfriendch - Sunday, February 28th, 2010 Hi, just come across your site and thought i'd say hello. Nice website and i'll be keeping my eye on it :-) Maddin Swiss msmarystrikens - Saturday, February 27th, 2010 Hello! I really liked your forum, especially this section. I just signed up and immediately decided to introduce myself, if I'm wrong section, ask the moderators to move the topic to the right place, hopefully it will take me well... My name is Mary, me 29 years, humourist and serious woman in one person. I apologize for my English Bees - Saturday, February 27th, 2010 My brother when he was just a kid was drawn to the beehives kept by Uncle Red (who was also my godfather). Red was a creative powerhouse accomplished in many hobbies and interests fascinating to children, like mechanical engineering (he built a train big enough to ride), and many other things including beekeeping. I was the third child of seven, but I think there (must have been only five of us -- Frankie and three girls -- when Frankie got a jar and stole a queen bee from one of Uncle Red's hives. We were visiting Uncle Red and Aunt Louise in Sunnyside, a town hundred or so miles or so from Pendleton where we lived. I remember we were all vaguely aware that he had a bee in a jar, but I don't think he told us it was a queen. All along the ride home, there was a bee sticking to the outside of the window of the car. We would shoo it away, and it would return, sometimes with one or two friends, to cling to the windshield, or a rearview mirror or the window. We arrived at home and went indoors for a meal, and by the time we opened the door to go out again, there were bees by the hundreds on the threshhold, and we were told to stay inside. By morning, the door hosted a thick carpet of bees -- the entire hive, obviously, had made it to the site/side of the queen. The younger children didn't know that our parents discovered the kidnapping and had telephoned Uncle Red, who arrived with Uncle Fred, very soon that morning. Within an hour or so, the queen was returned to the hive that had travelled in the back of the truck, and the fearful buzzing cloud of bees evaporated as the truck drove away. As I remember the incident, no one at all received a bee sting. I was reminded of this when I read one of the silly so-called science articles that appear with some regularity in NYT online -- in the "cute science" column comprised often of the inventive conceits of young journalists who think it charming to treat readers to the adorable flights of creativity and inventiveness they can demonstrate on the way to getting the impressive byline. In this particular case, the young lady journalist asserted that bees have no need to be able to differentiate between human individuals, but amazingly and uselessly they are very good at it. She wondered why nature would provide an ability that has no purpose. Even my brother Frankie at the age of about seven or 8 years knew very well that a hive of bees can be very tame under the right circumstances, and they readily learn to accept and trust the beekeeper. If you think about this for a moment or two, even if you are rather unused to ever thinking like a scientist, it should be quite obvious why this is so. Fill in the blank. IF you can, you will have displayed much greater intellectual acuity than the NYT reporter slash columnist with probably far better credentials than you will ever get. Such flights! What fancy. She is no doubt a highly delightful individual, or perhaps she is just the friend I know who got a job writing a few columns for a year or so, freelance, as a way of being kicked upstairs and getting a great new opportunity after having proven quite wrong in every way in the job she was very agreeably however incompetently serving before being maneuvered out the door. In a very nice way. Should such people be given freedom of the press? Of course, why not? It is not the responsiblity of anyone to impose editorial standards. Of course, without such standards, a particular journal will predictably disappear into history. As we quite clearly see happening all the time. Alas, a lack! Get real, America!© the three that are one - Saturday, February 27th, 2010 The three that one one, indeed . . . and then there is the fourth. I get that the pi space between three and four is the PLACE and TIME where rounding occurs. With the other elements of MIND, which are NECESSITY and INTELLECT, this is a balanced system. Because you, mankind of the living flame, are the one who will draw each instance of this demarcation (ie., where the rounding occurs, at what level of refinement along the algorithm for infinity, which is pi). This deed is enacted by INTELLECT in response to the pressure of NECESSITY. Thank you for installing a sense of multidimensional mentality (which extends infinitley far beyond my own brain) in my brain. "It LALLA! It looks a lot like art!"© love and kisses,xoxo, xto Alexei - Saturday, February 27th, 2010 Go ahead, soul -- SPEAK! alenlyevencic - Saturday, February 27th, 2010 Hi, I am new here..First post to just say hi to all community. Thanks An open letter to David Reilly - Saturday, February 13th, 2010 In the past you have refused political comment in this forum, but things are getting tense and I think it may be time to try again. Columnist David Reilly posted a well-intentioned but shallow and misguided plea to Mr. Obama to "Man Up or Risk a Palin Presidency" and I must comment. I'm a plebe in Boston, so am deeply familiar with, and from the beginning was not fooled by, the Up From Harvard snotty schenanigans of Barak Obama and the over-indulged class of dishonest bankruptcies we now laughingly refer to as his cabinet and administration. I was glad to read much of Reilly's column, and heartily concur with the need to broom the White House (if at all possible, from the top down). However I must say I believe you do a disservice to the nation in placing Palin's name as heir apparent. I do appreciate, even adore, Sarah Palin. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, I know many women of that regional personality and by some accounts am one of them myself. Some of these are great administrators, instinctive politicians, and generally multi-talented get-it-done gals. I believe Palin is one of these, and have no doubt she would be a far more effective chief executive than Obama. Arguably, however, almost anyone would be. We should certainly try to do a great deal better than this, which I am sure you know. It is far too early to annoint Palin as the opposition's contender, especially when there are multiple extremely well-qualified and well-funded possibilities in the wings — Romney, Bloomberg, Guliani, to name only the most obvious examples. Palin in many ways shares the "uncarved block" features of the not yet elected, but also perennially campaigning, Obama. We have already seen a bit of the heavy hand from her. And she certainly lacked finesse in handling the groping of a male head of state who had requested an embrace -- remember that? I still cringe at the memory of it, and at the lack of worldliness and sophistication she exhibited by falling into that lamentable position. At her current level, she would be no less a laughingstock than Obama himself. In short, disaster upon disaster. Only time and greater experience will tell whether she has what it takes to improve in statesmanship. Please do not forget that a ridiculously posturing so-called free press are what elected Obama. By giving him a pass, as he has ever been given a pass all along his ascent, no one was served -- not even him. This is a man so undistinguished, undisciplined and inexperienced that I do believe it possible he did not know that he did not know there could be anything more to being President of the United States of America than there is to community organizing in Chicago. That is the sad state of a fool, but more fools are we in choosing him as our President. It's running to the same ruin now to mention Palin's name in the context of an heir apparent. Does anyone really want another untested media personality rising to office -- this time, perhaps, owing to the "perception" that we will be certain to need to choose a female, having dispensed with our need to have a black in the American presidency? It's the job of journalists and commentators to vet the candidates. If they do not, who will? One of the job requirements for the kind of press that deserves the freedom it exercises in our country is skepticism, a quality completely lacking in the breathless-for-celebrity fawning sycophants in practice today. The charisma that is so eagerly fanned to irresistible flaming passion (like that we continue to see even at this late date in Chris Matthews and other partisan journalists-pretenders) is no guarantor of virtue in a leader. Charisma was over-rated even in John F. Kennedy, whose popularity was foundering and his potential for re-election seriously in question at the time of his death, as many recall. Moreover, the people understood his shortcomings at once, and proceeded to elect two highly uncharismatic men -- first Johnson and then Nixon -- a rejection of everything charisma had bought us. Reilly, do your job, won't you please? 'preciate it! iweorree - Saturday, February 13th, 2010 Hello! ckdbadd interesting ckdbadd site! - Friday, February 12th, 2010 Friends are putting up pictures of their Valentines, and someone asked me about mine. I told her "Jerry" or "Naro" is Gennaro, whom I met at the Ha'Penny (bar) in Cambridge on Midsummer Night in 1984. Recently divorced, I had gone out looking for a man I knew who I thought would be there, intending to invite him to a dinner party as a way of circumventing the efforts of my neighbor to find me a boyfriend. I forget the name of the guy I went in looking for. He wasn't there, but Jerry was. He was sitting opposite me, on the other side of the bar. For I moment I thought I'd seen him before, but couldn't exactly remember. In my tummy butterflies fluttered, a subtle sensation I had never experienced but that was nevertheless absolutely noticeable and unmistakeable. I think I may have actually spoken out loud, "I've never felt anything like THAT before!" I did say, "Hi." Within a split second he materialized by my side. As I explained my dilemma somehow I couldn't quite bring myself to the point of the story, and then he said, "Are you trying to invite me to dinner?" He came for barbecue, and the rest is history. We were together for 7 years before marrying in 1991. A friend also commented on the strong line of my jaw and powerful-looking neck -- for which I can only explain that It came of singing, which is excellent exercise for all the minute muscles of the skull, face and throat. As a child, did you ever sing a song that asked, "Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow?" And did you ever read DH Lawrence's description of the aging beauty whose son observed how in the very moment attention was turning upon her, her facial and neck muscles would draw taught, transforming her from a woman in the background to the stunning presence everyone adored? Well, in my opinion, if her hair had been up this son may also have noticed his mother's ears going back. Yes, indeed, the ears do wiggle, and quite a lot if you care to work at it. In fact I believe you should practice this as much as possible. It is one result of proper singing lessons. I say "proper" because in my experience there are a great many bad singing teachers who know the least possible about the physiology of the vocal instrument. Beware, if you do not begin to see improvements right away, the methods are false. Kind of like economics, eh! Anyway, the exercises and postures of singing lessons result in many other benefits as well, and I can imagine little that is more pleasurable and rewarding. IllupComo - Friday, February 12th, 2010 Hi all, my friend told me about this forum so i decided to sign up. hopefully i can participate in some lively discussions here! looking forward to talking to you all. :) superbowl - Tuesday, February 9th, 2010 What's so simple about that? miller bennett - Monday, February 8th, 2010 Nice work! Why cant we just keep it simple and talk about the superbowl? mens sandals - Saturday, February 6th, 2010 Nice work! I can't get Welcome to the Jungle out of my head! ''Welcome to The Jungle, We've Got Fun And Games" Smash Stasis - Thursday, February 4th, 2010 "I have destroyed sameness for thee!" xo, xto IBM in Vilnius - Thursday, February 4th, 2010 Okay, you guys. I see ya! Now get to work! Wrap your heads around this, kids! The 'rents don't get this as well as you do! Don't let the big corporation grab the glory. You can write that paper. binary baby - Thursday, February 4th, 2010 We really are binary, too. Along with everything else. I see how now. Thanks. OMG, there's hope. We can jump to the nex level. Cambridge - Thursday, February 4th, 2010 Need a thesis? I'm looking for mine subject, too. get over to the E2E engineers forum. There are multicasts of this site all over the place. So cool. Also check out the musicals. So Cal ips have been multicasting those as well. cheers! from Boston to Cambridge bandsxbands - Sunday, January 31st, 2010 Whatsup..., Hopefully this message will post (I'm using an R4 browser, haha)... Love the site design, btw! (Posted using R4i NDS running R4 DS Ting2) casz - Thursday, January 28th, 2010 I've been looking at it for awhile now, and think I am proposing that it is so. This particular branch of my "concept.html" inquiry into the nature of the Great Undivided One ( a lifelong amusement of mine : ) . . . started just last week, with questioning what the ancient Greeks understood to be the functioning of this figure described by them as EPIKUKLOS. I have long been looking for the traces of this. There exist virtually no first-hand sources of early Greek geometry. How did the Greeks use astronomy to understand the stars? For the ancient Greek mathematicians, geometry was the crown jewel of their sciences, reaching a completeness sufficient to solve problems, leading to many fruitful discoveries throughout history, even for 21st Century mankind. (the emphasis in the paragraph above is there because it is composed of ideas snipped from the first page of a simple google for "Greek geometry" -- check it out! it's amazing!) Anyway, as always . . . here is my disclaimer. I am but a humble poet: I fear I must take the role of Plato, and merely challenge mathematicians and astronomers to prove it! These ideas occur to me through philosophical and visual inquiry alone : ) Thanks for your understanding! The symmetries are quite interesting, I suppose. If you had an action that flipped the symmetries back and forth . . ., the action could describe one hand washing the other, or ?? perhaps the track has a split in it like the mobius strip animations below. I could see this theoretically being a key to the projection device described as the pearl that even if shattered still retains every component of the whole via interpolation/extrapolation. Sexadecimal gives you such a simple way of looking at and comprehending huge numbers --, it's a very convenient way to be able to comprehend equations at exponentially altered scales because VISUAL symmetries correspond directly with relationships even in extremely enormous numbers. And they have axes. How nice. genius - Thursday, January 28th, 2010 It LALLA!! quite obviously it is!! how did you find it??? cristo - Thursday, January 28th, 2010 Do you think this 3-cusp EPIKUKLOS (epicycloid) could be the grid for your scaleable system? welcome - Saturday, January 23rd, 2010 Hi! so glad you checked in. I hope you will come back often, and let us know your thoughts, if any ; ) All correspondence is welcome but may or may not appear as I see fits the tone and moment (ding!) IFF you come in like chimes and speaking of chimes . . . i recently discovered a great new set I already own and did not know. It is the long-handled stainless steel cooking set that hangs on a matching rack: spoon, slotted spoon, ladle, spatula, strainer and fork. Delightful! These make a very amusing set piece in the new scene I am writing for the opening of the second act. Angeline and the wiccans are singing and playing; Naomi and DR a argue; and prospective members queue up to be tested in their preparedness to enact sacred rituals -- highly ranked among which are the culinary arts! "And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle . . ." !! Hello, Sherman! I'm sorry. I love you. Please forgive me. Thank you. What else is new? Ah, yes -- they are having pet week (following on way back week) for for the profile pictures of the friends. Must send them the picture of Cosmo and Gray Lee Bibs, who plays the chimes with ferocity and genius! xo, cx resellerhosting - Thursday, January 21st, 2010 I have visited your website so many times but only just noticed you have a guestbook! Essexcamlion - Tuesday, January 19th, 2010 Great Website, i come here via Google cause i was looking for this. Very interesting. I will come back soon. Thanks for the great site Camlion Pharmd907 - Thursday, January 14th, 2010 Very nice site! orlandobloomisit - Tuesday, January 12th, 2010 This is really interesting. I am glad I found this place. I guess it is true we really do learn something new everyday! blancobb - Tuesday, January 12th, 2010 This is very interesting information here. I wish I had found this first before I signed up for the other one. This is much better brautkleidtussi - Tuesday, January 12th, 2010 Hi my name is Silke, i just want to say that i love your site. Please go on like this. I will be back soon. Silke brautkleiderIvy - Saturday, January 9th, 2010 Hello from Zuerich, i just want to say that i like your website very much. I will come back soon. Yours Ivy the green knight - Wednesday, January 6th, 2010 It is said the crusaders took comfrey (aka "knit bone") with'em wher'ere they'd go. When reading Chaucer in school, we discussed the meaning of The Green Knight's name. As Chaucer gives no explanation, this remains open for speculation. I decided to believe he was called The Green Knight because he kept his armor stuffed with comfrey. I could see him carrying it all, from packages of the dried parts to wilted and fresh leaves and roots and some entire plants, as well. It cushioned him from the iron suit, and was a great blessing in many other ways. Did you know the plant will proliferate from little more than a node, bit of root, or just a few threads of the rhizome? It is a truly wonderful plant. The green knight, and quite a few of his brothers in arms, carried comfrey because it helped keep keep the body going, healing rapidly, putting on more muscle and bone all the time through hardest of all the travails. Staying in some places for months or even years at a time encamped with the army, the green knight would propagate the plant locally so all could use it as needed. Since it grows so quickly, it can produce two or more -- often three or four -- crops per year. Thus it was a ready source for stalwart flesh and bone. Needless to say, he was quite literally green from head to foot. : ) What do you think of this idea? johnnylawisit - Wednesday, January 6th, 2010 So I think that there is good information here. Thanks for the contribution! Naomi - Tuesday, January 5th, 2010 A friend writes that he enjoys eating comfrey. This may be a very bad idea, I hasten to inform : While this plant shows many wonderful benefits in its use as equine and bovine feed, it is not recommended at all for human consumption. I hope you will not eat any comfrey leaves at all! Modern research shows they are high in liver-toxins (alkaloids) and can cause serious liver problems. That said, I do believe the external use of the fresh and dried leaves and roots and flower buds is an excellent (unsuprassed) healer of all manner of wounds. I have propagated the plant for many years, here and "abroad" by gifting them to friends and planting my volunteers in casual places wherever I like. I have used comfrey for squamous carcinoma of the skin since 1976, and it has served me well as the mainstay in my treatment choices that included rejection of conventional chemo and radiation therapies (which came with a bad prognosis that I have seen tragically borne out in friends and acquaintances who had the same diagnosis). But the plant is great for many other problems, too. In 1991 I had a very nasty burn from an old pressure cooker I was using on a boat -- essentially scalded hands, forearms, and beyond! It was excruciating, but as long as I could apply generous poultices of fresh pureed comfrey leaves I remained comfortable. It literally took the pain away. Once, when I had used up all the poultice and there remained a small patch of skin uncovered, I was astounded by pain that was so intensely throbbing my mind honestly could not pinpoint it as coming from the bare spot. I cannot imagine what burn victims go through without a remedy like this one! Even with only missing a spot the size of a 25 cent piece, it was as though the entire burned area was free to express its agony through the absence of that one small patch -- literally, it was hell. For those who believe hell exists, you must do everything in your power not to go there! For those who experience serious burns, get thee a comfrey poultice. The dried leaves work excellently well, also. We went to a local herb farm where they were so kind as to cut as much fresh leaf as I needed, and I bought a pound of the dried leaves, too -- and thank heaven for it. The burns healed in a couple of weeks, with no scarring. Since then I have never run out -- my husband brings a plant inside every fall so we can have it through the year. He is sailor and swears by the plant also for soothing and healing sunburn. At this time I use the reconstituted powdered root of Comfrey in my home made skin lotions. So far so good in the anti-aging department! However, in Germany where the practice of traditional herbalism has been continuous for hundreds if not thousands of years, it is said you must use even the topical treatments of Comfrey for no more than six months out of the year -- because of its liver toxicity. I hope you will pay attention to wise advice from a respected tradition. I do use it more frequently b/c of the squamous cell but I do take liver palliatives in the form of chinese teas and other supplements to protect and strengthen the liver. Ciao, my dears. Do enjoy this wonderful plant, but please -- it is not for internal consumption. Alexei - Sunday, January 3rd, 2010 re: counting like the universe does For all I know you may be on to something -- all indications from antiquity to the present include the presup of binary: yin yang, on off, weak strong. ad infinitum. Why not try to emulate that in our calculations? Maybe it's high time we try to start counting like the universe does. The sexadecimal system gives us a clear, even ridiculously simple, way to approach this. I used to love to play with my abacus. Maybe you should design a toy for us. Why not? Thanks for "fooling" around with these ideas, you idiot! : ) solving for pi - Saturday, January 2nd, 2010 Perhaps there are a few here who share my sense of the interplay of geometry and the Tao. In my own case, I have entertained a lifelong curiosity towards how the supposed anomaly that is pi might be an important clue in the quest to achieve a higher level of intellectual exercise, such as (mysteriously to us) myriad examples from the ancients prove they commanded far more effectively than we as yet even imagine. Hence, beginning at the age of 10 (or whenever it was that I heard about pi for the first time) I have added pieces to the puzzle of the numbering system I call "Sexadecimal" that proposes that the very existence of Pi denotes a pulsation, or trend for "rounding" in a dynamic universe of number. The page at nine3.com/concept.html has the bare bones of this system, and various more recent elaborations appear periodically throughout these guestbook blog entries. Interest in Tao appeared somewhat later in life, born of necessity in finding a way to live after receiving dire medical prognosis (for more details, see entry below dated December 31). Very soon, the help I found through Tao also began to add what I saw as important insights for the sexadecimal system. See the pages at nine3.com/Tao.html which emphasizes use of the Deer Exercises for men nine3.com/DeerMan.html and women nine3.com/DeerWoman.html These are techniques for optimizing the flow of the vital life force and thus attuning with the body's own ability to restore health and, incidentally, the cosmic. Over the years I have had waking dreams and actual dreams, some of which are recounted in this forum, that clarify and illustrate in ways simultaneously symbolic and mathematic various touchstones along the path of this inquiry. At last we can get to the point of the latest graphic on this page, at top right, the epicycloid. Lately, in doing the deer exercise, I have suddenly seemed ever more enamored of the cessasation part of the cycle as opposed to the active (the "not doing" side as opposed to the "doing" side). To save you searching the archive, here is the cycle again: Following is a diagram of one cycle of nines, with the figures "\" and "." representing action and cessation from action. Please remember: "When you act, then act. When you stop, then stop." Do these cycles multiple times daily. / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / . / / / / / / / . . / / / / / / . . . / / / / / . . . . / / / / . . . . . / / / . . . . . . / / . . . . . . . / . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . / . . . . . . . / / . . . . . . / / / . . . . . / / / / . . . . / / / / / . . . / / / / / / . . / / / / / / / . / / / / / / / / It must be rather obvious that the "active" expression is one's own. that is, The act and its sensation are what you are expressing, whereas the "inactive" expression and its sensation are those of ? / "non-you" and, moreover, the latter are infinitely more varied and fascinating. When looking something up in the American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language the other day, I came across the "epicycloid" illustration and definition. It seemed a perfect illustration of at least one of the things that happen on the inactive side of the cycle, where pulse exists even in the absence of action, like bubbles rising and rolling against and through one another, sometimes colliding and bursting or joining together with others but also sometimes rolling along eachothers's circumferences, like this epicycloidal wheel. For those who like to argue that the ancients really did not have much higher cognitive function than we, nor any clear grasp of principles of multidimensionality that your flash animations so amusingly depict, may I ask you this: why would it be that the ancient Greeks had a word, epikuklos,. for something you in your highly advanced state are now beginning to contemplate for the very first time? What did you do with this understanding, Euclid? casz - Friday, January 1st, 2010 Happy New Year 2010, my dears. Checking last month's downloads, there were more than 1,000 downloads of Red River Valley alone. It's what I consider to be a pretty weak vocal, so it suddenly it seems worth making an effort to improve it. Will press on in attempts to get the friendly studio where I trade in kind services to finish this arrangement. Having received a new interface here in my studio that claims forte in vocal recording (an assertion I heartily concur with, since I'm loving some of the things I'm getting out of it so far) I will do the vocal here and port it into the arrangement for mixing. The multiple reasons we have stalled so far in completing this project include latency problems between our two sys. I heard there is a new approach that would solve the problem over there, so must check in with them about it. To the downloaders, thanks for your interest and support. Now if there were only a way to get some kind of payment for music downloads from one's own site . . .. 'twould be nice. Thanks, also, for all the visits to my portfolio. I was surprised at how many viewed it, and shamed that it is remains a few years out of date at this point. Still. That is shocking. There are tons more and better things I could put up there if I could only make me do it. Of course, that would mean stopping work on fun stuff, which would be horrible, since that work is constantly interrupted almost daily by transmissions from the genii who is always sending new scenes for the one I'm not supposed to be working on. In this case, a quick brush up to the Harrier Angel book. Heaven help me. A friend tells me I should not bother with that rewriting. He says he likes it very much as it is, and besides I should be working on the new one. Perhaps he is right. The problems some significant parties have expressed with the Harrier book concern its politics (not in line with perceived reqs of the NYT : ) . . .. Actually, to quote my old college professor Peter Beiger, "It took me five years to realize what it is. Harrier Angel could save the Democrat Party, if only they could see it." Quite : ) It is too hard to resist doing it. I must. Since the sociopolitical, psychosexual setting of Harrier was the near future in 1995, a near future that has all but materialized in the present day 2010, immediacy has put meat on that bone by now, you know? Everyone hears stories like these all the time -- with prison populations being released (more and more, lately, due to sheer economic pressures), yet it is the dangerous criminal instead of the hapless druggie who gets the breaks, for example. Or the priest whose celebacy goes against his nature, and he cannot overcome it, so he fixates obsessively in love with Naomi, whose husband he helped put away. How his presence, which is mandated by the court and which he cannot resign although he knows he should, punishes his beloved because the way it exposes her every action to the scrutiny of the authorities, who find the sheer messiness of her existence to be highly questionable if not forbidden. When the new elaborations on these old scenes just pop into my head, full blown, they make me laugh. Wasn't it Oscar Wilde who said, "If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you." LOL!! Thanks, Johnny! for turning me on to the Oscar Wilde quotes page http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Oscar_Wilde/ My other professor, our dearly departed Jack LaZebnik, said way back in 1995 that Harrier Angel was very funny, and I'm really glad he got it. But I think few others really did. Or maybe they simply didn't enjoy it. The piece is and always was rather satiric, after all. I'm not sure I can actually think of an example when those in authority have ever enjoyed satire very much. - Thursday, December 31st, 2009 The FDA should strictly limit its efforts to control ever greater numbers and types of foods, cosmetics, and supplemental substances unless harmfulness to humans be proven by scientific evidence and peer corroboration of such evidence. I was given a cancer diagnosis and very poor prognosis more than 30 years ago, and I know to an absolute certainty that I live a full healthy life today only because I rejected conventional medical treatment, became literate in the knowledge of homeopathy and other natural (and alternative) practices, learned to listen to my body, and maintain responsibility for my own good health. Many of the substances I have used over the years might be restricted to me if the FDA succumbs to special interests intent upon placing greater restrictions upon my access to these substances. The escalation of health care and prescription drugs costs could be reversed if, instead of demanding that everyone delegate their health concerns to big pharma and allopathic medical practices, reasonable programs for health education were mounted to prepare individuals to follow the path I followed in safeguarding my own health. I urge the FDA to exercise as far as is possible a laissez-faire approach to the use of foods, supplements, and cosmetics for whatever reason individuals may deem appropriate. Furthermore, government removal of treatments and approaches that are of longstanding use and "traditional" benefit, without strictest adherence to and respect for scientific methods that prove harmfulness of those treatments and approaches, constitutes the curtailment of personal liberties guaranteed in the United States Constitution and Bill of Rights. lucywong, Bordeaux - Sunday, December 20th, 2009 Thanks, katutrang - Saturday, December 19th, 2009 hello everybody I am happy to found in google this place si si si - Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 Thanks you, that's nice to hear from dedicated readers such as yourself. I do love knowing of your presence. The presence of yet another, from around 3:08 PST yesterday, is documented at right. Yes, it is none other than my esteemed and devoted follower, Disney,com, who first downloaded the entire HARRIER ANGEL web site in 1996 and have been frequent visitors right along. Disney and ASCAP are having their workshop in Los Angeles, with deadline for submission looming. I'm not sure I'll be sending anything. I would want to do HARRIER ANGEL, which has crossed desks of various people there, even pretty high up people including the amazingly brilliant Julie Taymor. It pains me greatly to see them forever lurking and never bother to give me any acknowledgment whatsoever. Still, as you can imagine, nothing would be closer to my heart's desire than having Taymor tell them she wants to do HARRIER -- the possibilities would then be truly endless, as the piece is is truly tailor made to call upon her talents, with its unusually strong design requirements as well as its powerful music and story -- unless it would be developing the show in the British Virgin Islands at one of Sir Andrew's venues ; ) Which reminds me, by the way, that your server appears to be from there. Would you please put in a good word for me with the manager? I do believe I would let you scoop them if it meant getting me out of New England in winter. xoxox, kisses, cristobal trerneBreepsy - Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 Bravo, l'idée brillante et est opportun precose. Big feet - Monday, December 14th, 2009 Open the animated gif of the swan in a new window so you can see how big its feet are. Thick and heavy-looking, too. How deliberately it takes each step as it enters the water -- it looks graceful but on close inspection is rather ponderous. In flight they carry their long necks straight out in front, not dropping the croupe like many long-necked birds do, and it looks very improbable, if not impossibly difficult. Their necks must be incredibly strong. swan swimming - Monday, December 14th, 2009 It has a big wake -- looks like a swan swimming displaces a lot of water barry benefield - Saturday, December 12th, 2009 The Forbes House Museum in Milton, Massachusetts, has a collection of Lincoln portraits amassed by one of the daughters of the house submitted the following email to blogger.: i happened on your blackhawk image courtesy of google. I´m in oklahoma looking for everything i can about blackhawk for a cute complicated reason i would b e happy to provide. It turns out he was one of the most ´portraited´ indians of the 19th century. It would be somewhat appropriate to place him near lincoln because lincoln´s only military service was in the ´blackhawk war´ i haven't seen this one in my searchs and would like to know more about it. it looks like it might be by James Otto Lewis who created an 'aboriginal portfolio' in the 1830's. I´ve tried to read the writing on the image but cant. would very much appreciate an email on what you know. Boston to Roubaix - Friday, December 11th, 2009 Posts to the guestbook do not show up immediately, so it may seem your transmission failed. I did enjoy the multiplicitous turns your language took as you sought to address us again and again! Sorry about that, but bad things often happen when posts are allowed to go through automatically. It may take a couple of hours. newsgroups download - Friday, December 11th, 2009 Hi everybody I am thrilled to be here at this station. It's a outgoing dwelling to be. usenet guide - Friday, December 11th, 2009 Hi every substance I am contented to be here at this board. It's a kindly region to be. newsgroups download guide - Friday, December 11th, 2009 hall every essence I am ardent to be here at this timber. It's a nice home to be. newsgroups - Friday, December 11th, 2009 hello guys I am delighted to be here at this ship aboard. It's a nice dwelling to be. Another note - Thursday, December 3rd, 2009 I must put up a list of contributors, with link and credits. THen collaboration becomes tangible, allows for tangibles to return to individuals as well as the team. xo, c xto - Thursday, December 3rd, 2009 That's great! Welcome. I wonder if you may have put Meadlyaccenny where you meant to have Cheltenham ? Anyway, I love Cheltenham -- the type face! Have not had the pleasure of a visit, but would love it, I'm sure. So close to the Bard, and London, the cradle of our beloved lalala LANGUAGE. English: it's the best! LOL!! We shall call you Meadlyaccenny if you prefer ; ) Thank you very much for your offer. Was there anything you might do on the site that popped into your head ? I like to know the ideas sparking in the esteemed team and its members's brainpans. Pouring more into the crucible is a risk I like to think I may often take. In the meantime, could you help get the RSS feed going properly? That would be big help, for starters! Send email to mailto link on any page, or post to me here. See you!! xo, c Meadlyaccenny - Thursday, December 3rd, 2009 How-do-you-do every one, I am brand-new to this bulletin board, I have just registered and the website looks fantastic. I am quite tech savy so I will be more then delighted to help if any person has any tech-related problems. Anyhow, I am a first time guest who hopes to become a daily visitor Much obliged Meadlyaccenny Plymouth, Massachusetts - Thursday, November 26th, 2009 Happy Thanksgiving Day 2009, everyone! Here are a couple of seasonal pictures from Plymouth: the Mayflower (reproduction) standing at its berth, and a bronze statue of Governor William Bradford. While on their voyage to the new world, Bradford wrote the first contract with the Puritan passengers, mandating a communal governing structure for this group of early utopians. In the settlement at Plymouth, common (group) ownership of all lands, buildings and enterprises proved unworkable, and seasons of unspeakable misery and starvation beset the pilgrims. To secure ultimate success of the community, the contract had to be amended to a more practical ideal that allowed private ownership. The opportunity for personal rewards in exchange for hard work motivated individuals, thus insuring the long-term viability of the colony. Greetings - Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 Hello, dear guests. I'm quite shocked at how long it has been since I dropped you a line. Thanks for your prodding. This is just a note to let you know I AM quite well, just trying to get ahead of the projects in general and now soon rushing off to dress for din-din, as it is a special occasion of sorts: my own birthday. It has been fun so far, with lots of greetings from friends and several hours wasted trying to load the software for new recording gear that had promised to save me a couple of trips around the block every time I need a demo -- alas, it promises Mac compatibility but has a few glitches. But it must be a fine day indeed as nary a curse nor malediction accompanied the multiple failures to launch. I did have a rather sad exchange recently, with a friend who caught me at the wrong time with his usual chastisement, beginning with an email called "Eating Animals" and ending I suppose with total destruction of the relationship. I confess to having wished to post on this subject here numerous times over the past couple of weeks, and not wishing to revisit a heated argument, it stopped me in my tracks time and time again. Suffice it to say I amended his subject line to read: "Cannibalism and Not Eating Animals," positing a recent insight that efforts to enforce vegetarianism on human society would result in . . . oh, well -- more on that later if I have the spleen for it. LALLA, darlings! Blessings for tomorrow on a day full of giving thanks for the bounty of mere existence, and the grace of lovely animals who nourish us, as we (even we) are of nature, and in the food chain. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! More later . . . soon! xoxox, Unendifyrerty - Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 What's up person, I'm elegant to the forum and honourable wanted to news hey. Confidently I posted this in the open cross-section! Milano - Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 Just sharing - I had my site added to worthbot and amazingly 6 hours later it got listed on Google. Pretty cool trick ha? Milano - Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 I added a survey to my blog using RunPolls. I was amazed to see it supported my language and I managed to get some pretty surprising tips from my users. Coolness! Kalaelatews - Tuesday, November 24th, 2009 Hey Everybody... There is a site called "LearntoHack.co.uk" which promises to decrypt Gmail accounts. Okay, Im an idiot who paid $100 to the site via Western Union to a guy in Vietnam named Nguyen Thi Du. In short, the site is a fraud. Once you pay, they don't answer emails. Do not pay to this fraud site. Note: The site also has a couple of other names such as Rayahari.net & LearntoHack.co.uk & Learn-to-Hack.com & LearntoHack.biz. All sites are hosted on the same server! casz - Saturday, November 7th, 2009 The very one. The funny thing is, this line jumped into my head and I never thought I would use it, wasn't even aware of the existence of that umbrella. I stuck the line in just because It fit, thinking I would change it later. Then it seemed so amusing, and an awful lot of fun to sing. I searched "Louis Vuitton Umbrella" and found there was indeed a famous (now collectable) umbrella -- it's a chocolate-colored umbrella with what looks like pink dogwood blossoms scattered about the rim. After that, of course, the line had to stay in. It must have come from a subconscious awareness of the existence of this object? Anyway, in its honor, at least at this juncture, I doubled the line. Do you think Louis Vuitton would mind if I ganked a pic of his famously extravagant umbrella for the "What's New" page? More advertising for him, yes? Guess I'd better ask first ; ) love, cx Kate - Saturday, November 7th, 2009 Is that the umbrella that costs $1,335? London Friends - Saturday, November 7th, 2009 I'm flattered to see you checking back for the promised "What's New" ("Quite A Bed Of Roses") track. I didn't get to tweak the midi tracks yet, but did put the current state here: nine3.com/productions/WhatsNew.html where there is also a lot of impromptu verbiage which may need amendment. Ladies, if you please, I realize this "feminine conundrum precluding complete happiness" doesn't apply across the board, as there are many heroic women whose complete fulfillment is attainable (and attained) through Motherhood. I hope you enjoy the new track. Clearly, our Kate is a snotty bitch -- and very lucky to have found a husband who wants and needs exactly that in his woman. The character is based on a beloved friend, so please do not take it amiss if in this cursory appearance she appears less than adorable. Yet even at that, she is never less than highly entertaining. Crazy8 - Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 You are a lovely visitor! I can't tell you how much it means to hear of your enjoyment. It had actually been bothering me that the previous post included a typo and at least one tortuously convoluted (though, I believe, gramatically correct : ) sentence. I kept thinking I should go back and fix it. But there is a limit to how much editing can be done on writing that is meant to be spontaneous, eh! So now I will not worry about it again. I thank you, friend. Today I am closing in on an acceptable draft of "What's New" and hope to have something posted this week. I submitted for the Noel Coward Award, honoring the 100th Anniversary of this great songwriter's birth. He was actually a "triple threat" creative, writing book. lyrics and music for many pieces of musical theater, so in order to honor him properly the York Theater (in NYC, who are administering the prize) decreed that applicants must also write all three -- book, lyrics and music. They have promised to declare the winner by Nov. 16, and I cannot help but believe the lucky one has probably already had a phone call or two, which means I am probably getting a letter instead. Therefore I work overtime to assuage anticipated agony. I may not win the prize, nevertheless "What's New" is really very much like a Noel Coward song! So here I honor him in my own little way. No doubt foolishly, I rarely submit because it often requires the writing of essays, getting of references, paying of fees, and sundry (numerous) other little requirements, not to mention the printing and mailing of multiple copies -- all of which can be pretty time consuming. However the York Theatre made it very easy to do, and I thought I might have a chance since there cannot be all that many people who have written all three components of a completed work. Perhaps there are quite a few people who do have the talents, but (correctly) assume it will be great fun working with others and great advantages in having more than one person to fulfill the countless non-creative tasks involved with success, such as filling out applications, networking, development and marketing and so on. I do like to work in teams, as well, but, as I have occasionally mentioned here, there have been many false starts, and worse. It isn't always the case, but sometimes these disappointments can be devastating, in the end serving up cold some rude surprises and major setbacks that entail a great deal more than wasted time and effort. When UPSIDE DOWNSTAIRS is complete, I may try again to find a team to work and play with. This piece is very nearly to the point where it demonstrates unequivocally that I have no interest in puttng a stick in the eye of the powers that be. Yes, it aims to lift the standards for ethics in academe (and the world!), but more in the mode of Moss Hart ("You Can't Take It With You") -- with humor, not rancor. I really believe that people sometimes act out of fear and a sense of desperation in ways that, under different circumstances, they would never entertain. UPSIDE DOWNSTAIRS takes a merry romp through a serendipitous turning of tables wherein, suddenly, a lot of good people who have been forced to keep their heads down (and lower), suddenly find that laughter presents a way to suddenly start doing the right thing again. Anyway, I'm off to make jumbalaya -- enough for dinners on two nights, the better to keep at these fun and games some more tomorrow. à bientôt, mes vieux! at this juncture, with your readership, there remains for me a reason to go on in these literary and musical pursuits. Love you lots, cristobal Freetown - Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 Hi. It's a masterpiece. I have never thought people can have such ideas and thoughts. You are great. Site – Super! By. Crazy8 - Saturday, October 31st, 2009 Dear No_limits81 re: your high school thesis -- If there are truly "no limits" on your subject matter, it does become more difficult. Talented people are often pretty good, or even really good, at almost everything offered at the high school level. Let's face it, until much later in an academic career, it's all pretty basic. Normal intelligence honestly applied is often sufficient to "excel" at everything in a high school academic curriculum. What interests you? Have you passion in any field? Emotion is your best guide for choosing something that will lead you to greater meaning in your life. The high school thesis with no limits on subject matter is probably meant as a device to help you make this discovery. For my own part, I wrote a thesis called "They Follow Pete Seeger" -- about the explosion of interest in folk music and Pete Seeger's influence on the popular artists of the time. Much of the discussion concerned the 1-4-5 chord progression and my frustration with figuring out how to write music that didn't sound like everything else out there. Just to let you know that following your passion will not necessarily be a clear path without many side tracks and blind alleys, I will tell you that I followed my passion to college (which held no answers), and then to Nashville (where it quickly became obvious I was going to be used up and discarded like any other piece of human trash the "producer" I met cared to exploit along the road to his own self-aggrandizement. Perhaps I've mentioned this in another context here in this forum? I'm not really sure, but hope I will be forgiven for reiterating. In any event, after being asked to carry his gun in my purse, and refusing, he borrowed my car. It came back with bullet holes in the door. I fled back to the safety of the path to a bachelors degree, and literally turned my back on writing music -- indeed, even from playing and singing -- turning to writing other forms like short stories, plays and novels. But my main focus was on the development of a young man I did not love, whom I married as a way of doing something worthwhile for someone (supporting him while he completed his education) in the absence of knowing what else to do. I thought it would be good experience, and good training for the soul and the artist within. I liked him, perhaps could have loved him eventually had it not been for a bunch of stuff that has nothing to do with the present case. If it becomes germane in some other post, perhaps I will talk about it then. Suffice it say it was the Vietnam era. This brilliant young man had served in the U.S. Army, and already had about five years in undergraduate credits at the time I met him. I didn't think it would take much longer to get him on his way. Seven years later, he had still not graduated, having changed majors at least a half dozen times. His mother, whom I adored, could tell the marriage was a failure but had begged me (in year five of our [my] experiment) to stay at least until he graduated. I did try, but pulled the plug after seven years. I returned to playing and singing music quite accidentally, after opening a business and discovering the obligations of meeting payroll and overhead of about $4,500/month (which was a lot at the time) precluded the pursuit of writing. By this time I had met and was living with the wonderful G, to whom I am now married. For my 37th birthday, I asked for a keyboard, thinking that if I could no longer spend hour upon hour at writing prose, at least I could noodle around a bit on the ivories. That is when my original passion cat leaped out of the bag that had stifled it for so many years. To my amazement, I immediately began writing music, and to my joy found the thing that meant more to me than anything other than having found true love. Suddenly I had both, true love and creative fulfillment. The great facility with music theory and "formal" musical expression that were second nature to me all through my school years, had evaporated. But the tradeoff was that the music that now came through me was the true expression of my own voice. Only after the fact did I realize to what extent my formal musical training had boxed me in. Now the formalized expression of music is a tedious and irritating task, but I've found many brilliant players do not even require it (and if you want to argue the fact, I have two words for you: "Kinda Blue" ; ) And there is software to ease the burden of creating the "formal score" (if and when it will be required). The rest can be farmed out to a transcriber. Perhaps the greatest advice I could offer may be coming at a time that is far too late for you to benefit. It concerns what I said earlier about emotion being your true guide to finding a passionate pursuit that may bring great experience and great meaning to your life. It is difficult to express it in the positive. The ancient master says all instruction to the psyche may only be given in the positive, as the subconscious (like a loyal and devoted best friend who is for better or worse more animal [or primitive] than you are) understands that and nothing else, If I were permitted to give this advice in the way your intellect can grasp most unequivocally, that is in the negative form, I would say, "DO NOT BURY OR SHUT DOWN YOUR EMOTIONS." For many people, this happens almost automatically at an age far too insubstantial to fully realize. If you did this, you may recall the exact moment when it happened, as I do. It is a response to an imperfect world, a world of pain and struggle. The immature individual -- lacking a loving, observant, or at least informed parent -- coping with the agony in an immature way, tells emotion to shut up AND shut down, often with superficial success, or partial success marked but inexplicable patterns like explosions of rage, suffering, addiction, violence and/or depression that separate well-adjusted people capable of right action from people who only appear to be members of the same glorious species (lacking only emotion, which may have been replaced by a certain intellectual process they express as "feeling" but actually has nothing whatsoever to do with feeling and is more usually some stark form of rationalization to opportunistic purposes) and people who are overtly screwed up. If you know yourself to be one who has done this murderous deed to your own future happiness, or even if you only suspect it, perhaps the greatest blessing and assistance will come in the form of familiar words that seem to you both simple and wise, for example, "To thine own self be true." Making the strongest impression via statements in the positive of life's most important lessons is difficult. Perhaps most people at first find them completely opaque, mysterious or even tepid or vapid. Statements in the negative may seem clearer. They are like hammers, and your head is the anvil. Some benefits may come of them, yet the path to be-coming a superior person must be served with greater subtlety. blessings and peace, y'r l'tle cristobal No_limits81 - Friday, October 23rd, 2009 I'm a junior in high school and am trying to decide what to do my senior thesis on. , casz - Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 Correct. Now that I am here, I couldn't resist adding the Orb Spinner spider picture from yesterday morning. This species grows to be large, and quite nightmarish looking, especially if it spins its web across a garden path that may merely have gone untravelled for a day or two. If you do not watch where you are going, you could crash right into its web, which looks like a lot of work to spin yet the creature builds and repairs it very quickly. I somehow did not appreciate these stunning markings until observing them in this portrait, which is by far less unsettling an encounter than it is in the flesh. Despite its frightful appearance, it is harmless and even considered benevolent. The pattern on its back would make a glorious graphic or decoration for a head scarf, no? : ) bird watcher - Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 Was the egret animation at nine3.com/MM-WISTERIA/ from video? crazy eight - Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 Hi, 48 I agree that shooting a sequence of image stills is interesting. The camera takes about only about one or two images per second. This sequence shows how the gracefulness of the swan seems to emerge from mindfulness/focus on each act. That's quite clear here. You can see how the swan doesn't just charge into the water, but looks intently at the bottom under the water and places each step so precisely. In live action, the effect is of "melting" into the water with the utmost elegance -- and that quality is also apparent just from this particular still sequence, even though it lacks smoothness from frame to frame. Creating animations from video stills is also interesting. Where selections are taken from a minimum of at least 20 frames per second, artist decision making results in a far different effect -- perhaps more seamless, but also somewhat less "instructive" than this example. Crazy48 - Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 Thats awsome. Hey, this reminds me of Dreamworks character design. alexg6 - Wednesday, October 21st, 2009 Very nice site! a swan's grace - Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 I suppose this creature was merely expecting to be fed, but I was touched honored by his trust in me and the way he swam right up and presented his loveliness. There are at least three pairs of swans on the pond at Brockton, Massachusetts's Field Park -- and, it seems, several people who take it upon themselves to bring daily bread here, so the birds are very interested in making one's acquaintance. Michelle Bence - Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 AVAsearch.com is powered by Google´s algorithms, only it emphasizes the most visited and most useful websites on the internet. The Avsearch.com team carefully picks up websites that dominate their industry. casz - Monday, October 19th, 2009 Sorry, this isn't that kind of image gallery. You may send the picture using contact email at the bottom of any page on the web site and I will let you know if your picture is in keeping with the content here and can be uploaded. Thanks for your interest. madhuts - Friday, October 16th, 2009 Hi, I tried to add image but I don't know how to do this Can anyone be kind to tell me how? thanks a lot hold it - Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 It's hard to listen critically to anything entirely new unless the creator has positioned it for review. I believe this is true because something is suddenly on the line. Now there is the potential to hate as well as love the work that has until this point existed only in the various stages of gestation, each of which consists of authorial loving nurture and faith in what must BE-COME. In this case, putting "What's New" on line in the previous state (i.e., Oct. 11, when I posted a sketch of the song) very quickly brought the shock of understanding how much remains to be done, and what must happen before there may be a reasonable expectation that anyone else could possibly feel or see or con-ceive what the fully-formed song could present. In short, I have listened, the scales have fallen from my senses, and the song sketch has been removed, with an urgency closely resembling panic fear, from the public view. I hope you did not get a chance to listen to it! Now I am on to the far, far better version, coming soon. best wishes, cx new song - Sunday, October 11th, 2009 There is a sketch for a new song at nine3.com/productions/WhatsNew.html A couple of live tracks are forthcoming, in an improved arrangment. The way things are going, however, who knows how many interruptions and distractions will bring delays. But I am ready to move on to the next piece, so have posted this rough as a way of releasing my mind for new directions. I just did a quick accounting of where UPSIDE DOWNSTAIRS stands and was happy to discover that 13 or 14 of the proposed 16 or 17 musical numbers now exist in some form or other -- as musical sketches, as music requiring only lyrics and melodies, or as lyrics requiring music. If able to work steadily, I would say, "It's nearly complete." But that, of course, is hardly an answer to the question, "When will it be complete?" If you peruse this blog, you will find references to the earliest work on this particular new piece, "What's New (Quite A Bed Of Roses) -- from July? I think. And while it did seem I've worked steadily on the greater work to arrive at current state, I must say the present time's application of attention to it does include nearly falling off a mountain and attendant recuperation (which in some ways continues). Don't worry, the offended tendon waited until I was safely home before it decided to pop off the joint -- ouch!! It seems the song has taken eight weeks so far, with ianterruptions from a video project and a bit of political satire in the form of a music video. I hope you'll visit the new page and find out what it means when our Kate sings, "What's New." It was a weekend of beautiful autumn weather. Photos of swans taken on a pond in Brockton, Mass. will soon arrive here, too, so stayed tuned. Until later, Autumnal scenes in Massachusetts - Saturday, October 10th, 2009 The cranberry harvest is underway, and the wild turkeys are running rampant. This hen turkey was beating a fast retreat by the time I could snap the camera. Perhaps it is savage, but I cannot but salivate at the sight of these beautiful, heavy birds. They don't fly well, but can run like crazy. The camera was not ready when a large, cantankerous male appeared. They are so absurd-looking and have such personality you would think they might be space aliens. Better luck next time! Another beautiful weekend -- must run! blessings, casz cass - Friday, October 2nd, 2009 The portrait of Abraham Lincoln was photographed from an engraving that was rolled up among the papers in the office of a long-deceased professor at Harvard University. It's a beauty, isn't it? I don't believe I've seen copy elsewhere, which is why I posted it. Years ago at Harvard, when a professor was deceased, his office might be left intact for many years in case it should become useful in scholarly research. I know little about this particular office except that perhaps decades after its abandonment, the university decided it was of no further interest. In such cases, when space was needed, staff would be sent in to clean it out, and clean it they would, often throwing everything wholesale into a dumpster. This engraving was a lucky find made in the 1970s. The Forbes House Museum in Milton, Massachusetts, has a collection of Lincoln portraits amassed by one of the daughters of the house. I often pass the museum in my rounds and think it would be interesting to show this one to someone there in case they should have more information about it. That might be the beginning of an interesting bit of research. I believe I have commented elsewhere in this tome about the "embarrassment of riches" (as Harvard would always refer to their collections, especially when discarding valuable or at least lovely objects) that have found their way into the furnishings and decorations here. "Those were the days!" Later, instead of throwing wonderful things away, they began to make an effort to sell them off, but it was hardly an enthusiastic or well-organized endeavor. I'm not sure if they are still at it, as it was at least fifteen years ago that I visited one such "yard sale," where, alas, there were no bargains to be found. Do, please, let me know if you have any thoughts about the Lincoln portrait. I confess I am not even certain whether it is signed or dated. Next time I see it, I will look more closely. Laurie - Friday, October 2nd, 2009 where did this photo of lincoln come from? moderator - Sunday, September 20th, 2009 Someone claiming to be Mary Aloe has sent multiple posts about ripoff.com Please be aware that we have received the info but will not be posting it here. Please contact us directly through the web site if you would like to discuss this. Thanks, Pett - Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 Interesting, I`ll quote it on my site later. What's New - Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 In love with my new song, now it plays constantly in my head. I gave it to the arranger as soon as the basic structure solidified, so there is already a draft towards a quick and dirty demo. And now the second verse has materialized out of my brain, also, therefore the song is nearly complete. Of course the bit about ". . . the history of our canard --, the fancy buttons on my sweater, ordered paradoxes glinting in crystal mist, winking at the sprinklers in the yard" had to go. I never thought that would make it in, but it served as characterization for this wacky lady who identifies herself greatly through fashion image, at the same time equating that level of expressiveness with any of the, shall we say, more so-called intellectual expressions. And so it was an aid to tone. And I do find this equation so amusing it still gives me fits and have yet to be able to relinquish it entirely -- perhaps it could be included in the dialog where Kate is delivering the coup de grace to a mediocre hack spouting tired dogma, pretending it is science? Guess I'm leaning towards phenomenology with advancing age. I do believe I can quantify the value of her fabulous attire, as compared to, e.g., the value of continuing to favor "our Big Bang Theory," as someone recently referred to it, riposting my assertion that with current developments in imaging of galaxies we really have to degrade this one back to "Big Bang Hypothesis" or at the very least start calling it, in a nod to the numerous and various observed anomalies, the "Mama Bear Bang," "Baby Bear Bang," and "Papa Bear Bang," the latter of which should not be confused with anything like a "Big Bang." Otherwise we shall have to start talking seriously about multiple universes, at which point I shall have to insist on "uni-verse" being supplanted by something like "multi-verse." All of which completely dispells the notion of a single explosion accounting for the existence of all matter and all phenomena, even if the ancients had not already done so with the assertion, "To be-ing there never has been a beginning, because nothing cannot give rise to something." That, I consider, a true coup. Anyway. A few people are familiar with the earliest draft of the opening scene of this piece (UPSIDE DOWNSTAIRS), and I hope they will remember that this character, Kate, has from her first appearance been able to move and shake politically through the slightest hint of madness and a great, unimpeachable grasp of couture, culture, and class. It's always a little dicey to advance anything like a truly original character (or story, for that matter) in musical theater. Everyone on the critical side wants to be reassured that it is based on something else, therefore I was recently gladdened to discover the touchstone for my Kate: it is Lady Hurley in "Thieves Carnival." Henceforth, if anyone asks from whence Kate's eccentric but deft approach to political maneuvering derives, I can claim it is Jean Anouih. Always one of my favorites anyway, I was delighted to again discover a source in him, if only after the fact (and hence as a rationalization for my choices more than actual derivation, oh well :) This song ("What's New" or "Quite A Bed Of Roses") had an entirely new process, at least to me. Finding chords for the lyric was taking weeks and getting further and further from the desired tone, so I decided to sing the lyric and find the melody first. This happened pretty quickly because the lyric was more or less singing itself to me after quite a few nights putting myself to sleep each night by running through the lyric in my head. Straightaway it found its own melody, which I began to play on the piano. The chords then presented themselves in due course. One of the most amusing episodes with the cats singing occurred in this process. I was working (playing :) away at the piano when suddenly I heard a full chorus of cat voices singing along with me. I went to the window and looked out in the yard. The lawn was magnificent — lush and green and newly mown. The alpha male, Beast, sat within a circle of half-grown kittens, all five from Elvis's spring litter. Their heads were all pointed to the east so that some of them were heads in and some heads out of the circle, and they were all of them singing their little hearts out. This type of accompaniment to my writing has occurred only three or four times in my life. It's always surprising, moving, curious. "What in the world are they doing?" I thought, although it was really quite obvious that what they were doing was very much the same sort of thing that I was doing. Lovely when that happens. BTW, all correspondents will I hope accept my thanks for gracious communications, especially those whose notes do not appear. I trust you will understand that your comments are appreciated despite their absence here. Blessings, xczcx mcdonalds coupons - Sunday, September 13th, 2009 Thank you very much for this wonderful blog post. Get a PhD — calcium and bone loss - Saturday, September 12th, 2009 For students in need of research projects having good potential to result in publications, degrees, and perhaps even patents or patients, here is the first of the promised observations from real life that could lead to important breakthroughs. Of course, it is rather obvious but apparently so far unnoticed by any save y'r h'mbl' & true [ob]servant, cristo. There is a reference to calcium carbonate in Saturday's post, below, near the end — describing its use in depillation (hair removal). Now I will mention a fact, also related to calcium, that may inspire burgeoning scientists. For there are other, much bigger, arenas where calcium calls the tune and slaves of passion pay the piper. I let the cat out of the bag on this subject a few days ago on a forum discussing the enigma of why osteoporosis rates are so high in the USA, which defies expectations of what should be seen in the population of so rich a nation. It appears this is a real scientific puzzler. But I think I have a line on what's really happening. Here is what I said: Osteoporosis has very unfortunately, in my observation, become code for "bulimic." Bulimia is one of the medical taboos -- doctors don't ask and patients don't tell -- but it should be a question as soon as osteoporosis presents. Stomach acid, very high in calcium, is taken directly from the bones each and every time digestion begins, and under normal process is returned to the bones. "Regulating" (a euphemism for deliberate regurgitation ) IMO is a primary cause of osteoporosis." The foregoing received surprised and grateful responses from people who, although probably well-educated enough in the usual sense, have not yet realized that it is extremely important to avoid wretching after recreational dining. Moreover, after any introduction of stomach acid to the esophagus, throat, mouth or dental surfaces, do clean the mouth thoroughly with base solutions, followed by sips of Pepto Bismol or other viscous (coating) medication designed for the purpose of neutralizing stomach acid — enough to coat the tissues of the mouth, gums, throat and esophagus thoroughly. If at all possible, when you suspect you may be forced to vomit, take these sips of Pepto BEFORE the event to minimize the damage, and again immediately afterwards, after brushing and cleaning. I say this as someone with friends and relatives stricken with bone loss, and not at such advanced age as may be supposed. They are women and a few men for whom meeting the slimness ideal is paramount, yet they are passionate people (if not actual slaves to passion) with great joie de vivre and great appetite. Some I know for a fact to be, or to have been, "Regulators." Others joke about it or mention it occasionally, as in, "We had a wonderful meal at ___, and then when we got home we threw the whole thing up because it was DISGUSTING." Another sign is a ruined vocal instrument. Especially in laughter, bulimics may emit a sudden "crowing" sound, indicating acid trauma to the throat and esophagus. Robor - Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 Greatings, Thank you! I would now go on this blog every day! kum kum for me - Saturday, September 5th, 2009 Discovering new Indian and Pakistani corner stores recently has motivated lots of experimentation with heretofore unfamiliar foodstuffs and household products. In the areas of health and beauty I appreciate very much what is obviously a long tradition and deep understanding of the properties of many wonderful natural ingredients skillfully combined, highly effective, and remarkably reasonably priced. On one excursion to Quincy Center I found a small vial with a queer little mirrored top filled with the most intense red powder I think I have ever found, and now the stunning vermillion of what I now know is the justifiably famed kum kum powder is a favored addition to my palette —, not to mark the brow in honor of Shakti, Lakshmi or Devi, particularly, but just to heighten the appearance of rushed blood on lips and cheek bones. I must admit having admired this color for many years on the dark-skinned women from the subcontinent, without knowing what it was. I now credit Kum kum's amazing clarity for adding vibrance and unique quality of freshness and levity to the expression. In the case of my own use of it, I must be circumspect indeed else the fashion police hunt me down and run me out of contention in the universal beauty contest that compulsively compares every woman present in order to determine which one lucky female can at any given moment be given the obeisance due to The Pretty One. I hope my muslim friends will not take it amiss if I offer an aside here to suggest that this universal beauty contest is one very prominent reason for the wearing of the veil. It must be taken at a certain level with great relief to men and women alike to be able to avoid the question of who owns the most beautiful woman and, perhaps even more critically, who does not. But to return to my own case, I am among the palest of the pale, and on me kum kum powder is like unfettered electricity, with catastrophe potential of lightning bolt, perhaps, or loose cannon on the deck. After all this time I still have the heavy golden hair to the waist — a showstopper in itself no matter what everything else looks like (thank you He Shu Wu), and now that I have taken PABA along with my B-complex for several years and couldn't get even a hint of a tan without spending days and days in the sun, which is what it takes to burn out the benzene ring in the PABA that absorbs all UV rays. I happen to know this to what satisfies me as a scientific certainty because the last time I had to clean and polish the boat it took three days working at the dock in the midsummer sun. (Results: Day One: nothing. "Jerry, I think I finally got over being hyper sensitive to the sun. I was out there for several hours, and nothing happened." Day Two: nothing. "It's really wonderful to be able to play outside in the sun like this. Look, I didn't even get a tanline of any kind!" Day Three: "FRIED!" Anyway, that did me no good in the end, and it took several months to build up the PABA supply again, and now, years later, my skin is as white as the fabled alabaster. I hardly thought it possible, because I am in my natural state quite a good tanner, but it has actually come to pass that in some metaphysical sense (due I am sure not only to the PABA but also to my daily ritual practice of the deer exercise for women), in some sense I practically glow in the dark. People actually turn around to stare at me, like they can feel me coming up behind them. Needless to say, the slightest drift or wisp of kum kum powder lights me up like neon. I have yet to become inured to the sight of my reflection. Because I exercise an artist's hand with these cosmetic devices, the effect is merely quietly outrageous — very hard to pin down what is causing it, yet distinctive, a little clownish, perhaps. Among other things I have found in these lovely little stores: What the hair removal creams manufacturers know about depillation could probably fill encyclopedias. I've never been able to use a chemical hair remover at all before now, but I've found one that is made of lemon juice, lemon peel, and calcium carbonate that works like magic in five minutes and costs pennies. It no longer matter that I cannot make my own (justifiably famous) Neem Leaf Extract (flavored with a delicious, proprietary blend of herbs) that friends would beg for because of how effectively it kills all manner of dental bacteria. Alas, laws prohibiting the purchase by ordinary people of pure grain alcohol have invaded even New Hampshire, where for years I was on a list of people allowed to purchase it at the state liquor stores. It no longer makes sense to make small quantities of such tinctures and extracts. But that doesn't matter because the little Indian store sells Neem Toothpaste. Did you ever wonder why so many supposedly impoverished people from the subcontinent have such beautiful big, white teeth? Did you ever listen to the lyrics of a Bollywood Musical and hear the ecstatic young woman singing and dancing in thanks to heaven that she will soon be marrying into such a fine family, "with a neem tree in the yard"? If I am ever so fortunate as to be able to leave (my beloved but extremely screwed up) Boston, I would consider moving to a place where I could propagate neem trees. Anyone having questions about where to find great products at amazing prices should definitely explore the Indian stores. Next time I will write about some of my domestic science experiments that have revealed surprising and interesting things suitable for development as doctoral theses and research projects. It's lovely to see all the new visitors coming from colleges and universities. Have a wonderful semester. A special welcome Yalies, who read the guestbook and download the sheet music for "Red River Valley." Did they ever start singing it in Glee? Thanks for your interest. May these observations inspire you — if only to laughter. Blessings, y'r l't'l cristo Alexander2110 - Saturday, September 5th, 2009 inna ima trata verba UGARTE F - Thursday, August 27th, 2009 Hi! At you it is cheerful Welcome - Wednesday, August 26th, 2009 I'm glad you popped in. Typically many visitors begin mentioning their presence after hoping to read a new entry and being disappointed -- a sweet way to encourage my attendance here in the gb. Let me assure you I will write again very soon, but at the moment remain on deadline which crunch is causing a certain discomfort. It is sad to see the way the visits drop off at such times as it feels like losing ground when I see it. Do check the Alexa standings if you care to discover how greatly recovered we are after google cut us back to the bone last year. We not only made up that loss very rapidly, but have since outstripped all expectations. I shall return . . . thank you for your interest . . . blessings, and profound peace, xto WeereeBithciz - Wednesday, August 26th, 2009 hello I've been viewing this website many times - Finally wanted to contribute liaigelay - Thursday, August 20th, 2009 Nice site! Good Luck! Impressive clientele - Wednesday, August 19th, 2009 Thanks for interest. Please email me with your contact info. cx PootlyAcrolla - Wednesday, August 19th, 2009 Shalom Our Crew have many years of productions in NYC. We can assist in all aspect & stages of your production ( print / film / photo / video etc.. ) Our clients include but not limited to : . . . {list excised} Beauddyreeree - Wednesday, August 19th, 2009 I'm new to this site, and I was just reading about this new topic _________________ Peace! alexa786 - Thursday, August 6th, 2009 Very nice site! headlines - Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 Yes, I remembered the rap / raft Buffalo giv es Angeline when he's trying to explain why he's getting out of jail suddenly. MercuryNews.com had this headline: "Fed judges order California to devise plan to slash prison population" You called it. how can you tell them - Thursday, July 30th, 2009 I completely agree with what you said about common unnatural acts being rewalyy bad for males. For myself I made it taboo because of what they told me at church and because I could tell what they said was true. I'm glad to find the tao of sex here to expalin how we fit in the world scheme and how it is an easy and fun path to staying connected to the tree of life. I don't think I found a better place that talks about this convincingly without saying rude things, so thank you. shelleyrubic - Thursday, July 30th, 2009 Hello, I found this forum when searching for some numerological info and was gladly surprised. I like very much the idea of talking to others about changing yourself and society for the better. It's needed, for most of us. Hope to find some good discussion here! Regards Oreteestano - Tuesday, July 28th, 2009 Hi folks! I just want to say hello to you all, and see you in next posts! cheers Oreteestano MerbemexClelo - Monday, July 27th, 2009 Hi people I'm new here Thanx Pleased to meet you all - Monday, July 27th, 2009 Tirgu Mures, hello! What a great place to be. And thank you for signing in, too, Alice. I love all of those things as well (NY, Paris, classic [and classical] music) not to mention the name Alice. It's almost a nom de guerre of mine -- truly! In fact I'm in Alice mode now, pretty much. Living quietly, trying to get a pile of work deposited in the drawer of my desk, having admittedly withdrawn like some kind of mollusk after meeting one of the illustrious names in my field, who told me what great hopes he held for me, then dismissed me without a proper hearing because upon a most cursory investigation of my work all his alarums went off, it pushed all his buttons, made him bolt like a spooked yearling (perhaps he listened to one minute of the music I gave him), and apparently was thoroughly insulted. Can you imagine? That was quite a shock. I did manage to attempt an explanation of commercial art (of which musical theater is an example) which requires the artist to speak to the audience (not necessarily to the, shall we say potentially at least, jaded tastes of producers. I told him the best thing you can do is make for the audience an attractive offering, drawing them in. Then, in the future, once you have their interest, it will be a little easier to broach more subtlties and have the opportunity to draw them along to higher levels. Everyone wants a good rock musical, so that is why HARRIER ANGEL was the choice for my first full length piece. One of the funniest things about it is how in 1995 I set it in the near future using the simple approach of extrapolating on current trends, showing them far advanced from current state. Would you care to guess how many of the elements I exaggerated have actualized in the present day? So many! This is part of the reason I feel the book has to be rewritten at this time. Another part of the reason is that there is tremendous resistence to the idea that a musical theater piece can be a work of ideas written in blank verse in 3 acts. The sketches I am writing now presage a version that is almost television-style, with the punches delivered in sharp satirical dialog rather than through the rhythms and pressures of developing argument (rhetoric). I think it is working rather well so far, I have a large stack of scenes sketches, but I remain fond of the original approach because I remember how it drove and audience into a frenzy. I had also followed some of Beethoven's advice on techniques for captivating emotion. As the ovations flooded the theater, I honestly thought, incredulous, "What do you know, we nailed it." It's regretable the version that made the world premiere audiences in 1995 erupt in near-hysteria may not be heard in another production. But producers read it and for some reason cannot see that it will bring blood to the boiling point. (There were two offers, based on that first production, but I had no choice except to deny them -- a long story for another time. Briefly, both instances would have required intimacy with worthless men, a violation of one of the 42 Laws of God Which Are God. It isn't exactly something one can regret, getting the opportunity to prove to yourself that in fact you have learned enough at least to know better than to travel that road.) Nevertheless it is exciting to write HARRIER another way, and I hope soon to complete that, but at the moment UPSIDE DOWNSTAIRS seems to be getting its lyrics and music written instead. And here is where Alice holds sway. My Alice alter ego is the one in the Alice and Jerry primer. She is the lucky one who now gets to live in a fine old house in a formerly fine old neighborhood in a culturally significant American city, having been given the blessing of world enough and time to do battle with demons all her own. These, I am sure, will turn out to have been far more inhibiting than the external demons of the status quo that somehow demand to be given another one that sounds just like the other one while at the same time being something completely new and different, and that also somehow matches the vision of those who have no vision but only abject want, spiritual poverty, and rapacious, frustrated desire to grow the empire and the legacy without ever having to trust those their very own gut instinct recognizes "from across the crowded room." If a sad tale comes of all of this, I do not believe it will be about me. That's a good thing. I'm pretty much okay with being ignored. Maybe sometime when the time is right I'll make another outing and see if there is better luck out there next time, eh. Thanks for listening, xoxoxo, xto LnddMiles - Sunday, July 26th, 2009 Great post! I´ll subscribe right now wth my feedreader software! aliccegorrrenz - Saturday, July 25th, 2009 Hello! My name is Alice, I`m from New York but live in Paris now. I love classic music lyrics, developing - Saturday, July 25th, 2009 It's nice to hear from you. A sort of Cole Porter style for the songs (or some of the songs) of the character Kate in "Upside Downstairs" is on my desk, and needs to go to a friend who is now playing in a jazz band and may be in the right groove to give me some direction on chords, colors, and rhythm. I'll give him the lyric, he'll reply with a sketch that I will sing and play around with on the piano until the words fall into a melody. This was the method for "Falling For You" and I enjoyed the process and the results. Just because you are good readers and I adore and appreciate you very much, here is part of what is happening with it. Feel: a smooth, sophisticated tune such as Cole Porter, Astrud Gilberto or Johnny Mercer may have inspired for a Noel Coward piece. Early in the play, Kate is bored and annoyed with her husband (an academic administrator at Barnyard University), and taken a room in a local residential hotel where she recently discovered her former lover stays. Chaos ensues! This number appears near the end, after the climactic scene, wherein she has seen a disastrous dinner party for 500 in the fancy hotel on the Charles River unexpectedly alter hierarchy that heretofore had seemed utterly entrenched. She finds she actually misses the quiet orderliness of her charmed existence as the wife of an important man -- a man who, moreover, has been suddenly thrust into a new career upswing. Once again, it is time for a change. In this song, Kate decides to go back to her husband. "WHAT'S NEW" or "QUITE A BED OF ROSES (Once Again)" When you must have something that Won't feel so old hat The answer soon enough comes through And it does seem new Although you must admit It's more than just a bit, much more Like something you have seen before Anything old may become what's new Mined, refined and recombined And you never really take it It takes you Pretty soon I'll be in quite a bed of roses once again Ensconced I suppose for some odd years In perfumed and rarified airs Where the shadow of a trusty cornice Like the staff, always bending to take the stairs Steps out into the hall and disappears Pretty soon I'll be in quite a bed of roses once again Casting my personal signature On the history of this canard The fancy buttons on my sweater Ordered paradoxes glinting in crystal mist Winking at the sprinklers in the yard Out of the old must come what's new Mined, refined and recombined And it hardly ever matters that you never took it After it took you -- This is still pretty loose --, will begin to finish the smithing & hammering, and get to the polishing only after some music and rhythm have fallen on it. Doubtless it will yet change greatly. But there are some things about it that already suggest the smooth, jazzy, unapologetic humor of this changeable woman, this flutterer in the wind. Forexgop - Friday, July 24th, 2009 Thank you, I just wanted to give a greeting and tell you I enjoyed reading your material. currencygop - Sunday, July 19th, 2009 I found your site on Google and read a few of your other entires. Nice Stuff. I'm looking forward to reading more from you. williewonkaz - Sunday, July 19th, 2009 New here whats up everyone? more goodness from the vinegar vapor - Sunday, July 12th, 2009 I am making sauerkraut with savoy cabbage, which is my favorite way to make it. Because of the krinkles in the leaves, savoy cabbage wiggles when you eat it, creating a riot of happiness in the mouth. Recipes for natural sauerkraut use no vinegar, instead drawing whatever vinegar is needed from the air. Chop or otherwise cut up and bruise the cabbage slightly, adding sea salt or other natural salt -- up to a couple of tablespoons for a large head of cabbage. You may add chiles (to make kimchi), ginger (which ferments beautifully, or other spices. Pack into a crock. Compress with some kind of weight, and cover so that it is airtight. (I found this edict a little difficult to execute until I started using a thickness of 2-3 plastic bags placed one inside the other to prevent leakage. Place the bag(s) on top of the kraut. Pour enough water into the bag to create a good weight, then reach into the pool of water you have created and press gently around the edges to expell the air. Tie the bag off.) Leave the crock in a spot out of direct sunlight for 2-3 weeks. In warm temperatures, fermentation will proceed more quickly; cooler temperatures take longer. When fermented to taste, pack tightly in glass jars and refrigerate, which greatly slows fermentation. Sauerkraut kept this way will last in the refrigerator for a couple of months. Before using, rinse well. Try making cole slaw with it -- it's slammin'. You can also make other vegetable pickle, as above, using carrots, beets, broccoli, cauliflower, ginger, and many other vegetables. Do not use any onions, as these will rot instead of ferment. It's alive -- so good and good for you. At Griselda's, we call vinegar a "bio activation factor" because given the correct conditions, it springs to life and makes other things more lively, as well -- the gastro-intestinal tract, in this example. Vinegar is a fascinating analogy for the Vital Life Force itself, and may in fact be one componet of it, at least on the earthly plane. blessings, to your health, cristo Infertility - Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 LOL!! you failed to mention the lie (or is it just another central false presupposition) that kama sutra has anything to do with orgy, or for that matter condones onanism. That song is so offensive! Whatever experimentation the boomers indulged when they were young, few would probably encourage their own children to do as they did. The youth movement of the 60's was a big disappointment -- just another power grab. Wait for the life expectancy results on that generation in the next couple of decades. IMO the jury's still out on whether they did much good, for themselves or anyone else. In the meantime, you'd better keep the secrets of Griselda's under covers, to protect and cherish the sacred arts of the beauty cult. Doubtful there's any way on earth to be open about the end game of some of those trends from the hippies and the yippies. The facts will have to speak for themselves, and the facts won't be in for quite some time yet. HAIR revival - Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 It's like that old joke, "Masturbation can be fun, join the holy orgy, kama sutra everyone!" Then as soon as they get you alone, they say, "Notice how bad it makes you feel? You're weak and depressed, and anyone can tell by the vapid look on your face what you're up to. So that's for saps, get it? Let them dissipate. That's the definition of 'sap.' We're different. We do the deer. Not only does it feel fifty times better, but it leaves you roaring like a lion, ready to go." get a grip - Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 So many of our presuppositions bring errors further down the line that, considering the far-reaching and cascading effects of long-held erroneous beliefs, we should all be singing along with a refrain that goes something like, "It's amazing how your smarts can still seem like such a prize Even in discovering that all, all your thoughts are unwise" At the very beginning of a career as a pupil, say around 5 or six years of age, we are told, "There is no such thing as a straight line." "However," we immediately learn, "for the purposes of learning math, we will assume not only that there is such a thing as the thing we have told you does not exist, but also that this very thing, the straight line, is the shortest distance between two points." Does anybody else still remember a mind-boggling sensation experienced at that moment? It now seems to me that my youthful but profound skepticism about pi being "irrational" or some anomalous numeric entity that for no particular reason continually turns up in all kinds of equations emerged logically from such mistrust -- the earlier sense that we were all being asked to accept a nonsensical contradiction in logic at the foundation of our learning. Alexei, a poet friend, had a phrase, "Asymptotic truths are black before me," and I never forgot it because when I heard it I wanted an edit. One of my jests would always be to say instead, "Asymptotic truths are black and white before me!" I came across this little drawing in a dictionary. I love the fudge factor they call the "asymptote." It just doesn't seem that difficult to take it into consideration, does it? especially when the error is -- well, by some ways of accounting -- rather enormous. Here in Boston, which we call the "Hub" because it is arranged as a series of circles (usually called "squares") with streets emanating from a center, which differs from most other places, which are laid out in grids. Here you learn quickly not to assume that two streets going roughly the same direction and seemingly parallel to each other will more or less get you some place. Instead they will soon take you to far, far divergent locations, making you very late indeed and begging the question of why the city was ever considered suitable for navigation at all, let alone walking. Presuppositions usually depart from some misguided idea that we should always err on the side of caution. Well, yes, I should say -- except let that error occur after we've been as accurate as humanly possible (even if means a broad discussion aimed at a accounting for what is now a substantially mushy gray area inhabited by the convenience we like to think of as Zero. Otherwise who knows how far wrong one little caution may take us. gamers, game servers - Sunday, June 28th, 2009 Some of the most inventive and competitive minds in tech fields have to be the creators and servers of on-line gaming, and I must admit it surprises me how quickly a pretty good representative group started showing up here regularly after the first few began to appear. Since I doubt quite seriously these folks are here for the folklore about the life of a suffering artist, a few homilies about the nature of divinity, or the window into humanity available through service to a principality of cats, it's neat on a couple of levels to realize that a simple poet's thoughts about number might be nourishing the imaginations of those at the far reaches of multidimensional computation. Thanks for visiting, sincerely. You have no idea how grateful I am that I didn't have to do the math ; ) as it turns out a rather small number of drawings is sufficient to set minds alight. I believe the first time I described the sexadecimal system in an academic setting was during a tour of a Boston University supercomputer facility. I was simply curious about the new computer, and so attended a public open house. This happened in the early 90's. I recently thought of the occasion when I came across notes I wrote at that time. As the theory was and remains rather simple, I took a chance and described it to two of the staff there. What I remember most vividly was the expression on their faces. It was really amazing to see the literalness of the expression "jaw-dropping." The first gentleman's mouth fell open, then he hastened to introduce me to the director, whose mouth also fell open. That's when I really knew I was on to something. Completely misunderstanding the nature and quality of the intellect of the person who had uttered an entirely original new ide, they immediately offered me an account on the supercomputer. But what in the world would a person like me do with an account on a supercomputer? I'm not a programmer. I do type rather quickly, but not fast enough to fill a void the size of the one they were offering. Those of you who have seen some of the writing I've removed from here (when, upon second thought, realizing how risky it is to post off the cuff -- but that's the real fun of it, isn't it? What can I say? It's obvious I'm something of a risk-taker. It's especially nice to be able to "unpublish" certain mistakes in candor even if not entirely in time) will easily believe it when I say how glad it makes me that game creators and servers can apparently apprehend the theory very quickly, and perhaps read some of the curious verbiage declaring various poetic and philosophical ruminations upon the concept, then find themselves carried by it without further help from me. Even so I hope soon to add another drawing I found in my notes. It is an algorithm I called a "butterfly gate." Many will find it interesting, I am sure, so please do not be a stranger. Warm regards, and welcome especially to recent visits by gamers from France, where at least one of the vital organs in my soul was forged. It pleases me no end to see you here. Blessings, with regrets on-going for the multiple compound complex structures -- it is meant humorously. Perhaps I will edit later for rhythm and tone. Right now it is late and it begins to feel like time for lights out. y'r xtobal Magnetic Field - Wednesday, June 24th, 2009 Lord Mentality, I still think it rather cruel Of you to expect me to [too, two] Comprehend exactly how The world is really dual Not to mention treble and quadruple We are dying for English - Thursday, June 18th, 2009 I included a bit of your note so you could see the way it looks on this side. I get the feeling you like visiting here, and don't want you to think your interest is unappreciated. If you could possibly address the forum in English, you will surely get satisfaction. Thanks, Fpoted - Thursday, June 18th, 2009 . . . ÀÄÌÈÍÈÑÒÐÀÖÈÈ ÍÀ ÇÀÌÅÒÊÓ ! ;) no sweat - Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 Yeah, you should be working. We forgive you for the screw-ups today. Just get serious, will you? It's time. You've thought about it enough, so just do it already edits - Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 Yes, you're right. To fix that, it should say, "It's 'digital' in the non-pejorative sense, i.e., the content is managed with my fingertips." You mean non-pejorative - Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 Pejorative sense of "digital" would refer to electronic media. Non-pejorative meaning of digital would be "using digits," or "fingers." teario hysterica - Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 Nightmares must be affecting my reason. It's strange the way they color moods the next day. Far from intending to question everything about my existence, and wonder why in the world I am attempting this monumental struggle, I expected in the previous post merely to observe the regrettable fact that there is not enough time in a day, or even a lifetime. So I should be writing things here some things you don't know, eh! Perhaps the compound complex sentences are not the only things for which I should be begging pardons. What a horrible mood. In my dream I was drawn to someone who then tried to kill me. I escaped to a museum where the family vases (with clean lines but ornately glazed, the size of human figures) had been knocked over and shattered. My tormenter arrived and shot me, or shot at me, again --, and this time I shot him, too, and ran away worrying whether I had killed him. Perhaps having something to dislike about where this morning's led will push me to write the scenes that exist only as sketches in a pile on my desk. Clearly, something has got to give. a bientot, cx Marryikau - Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 Hello, good siite. What CMS ? Dear Nederlander - Tuesday, June 9th, 2009 I see you are testing to see if some of your code can appear. You may as well let it go, though. Not knowing what it is you are trying to do, I'ze afraid it won't be showing up here. Why don't you just email me ?: ) cz Tonys - Monday, June 8th, 2009 This season saw 43 musicals staged on Broadway, the most in 25 years -- and set a record at the box office. That's amazingly great. Perhaps people watching their money go down, and knowing it's quite possible it could go down even more, can only (finally) decide to live a little and do something they love with some of the dough. It's actually just part of the cycle, isn't it? Nice to see who does well in the downturn. WAY TO GO, BUCKAROOS!! ; ) (A buckaroo, also a "buck" -- i.e., a Pendletonian expression for a good old boy, a buddy, a pal : ) abacus - Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 Recently a musician friend described a method his math tutor demonstrated to him, an old-fashioned way to do calculations using the fingers (but not the thumbs? that's the way he remembered it) of both hands. The tutor was his uncle, who held advanced degrees in math and aeronautical engineering, and he was a fighter pilot in WWII. I am hoping to track down precise details of this method, so do please chime in if you know this system or can point me in the right direction. It sounds like it could be a "digital" form (non-pejoratively speaking ; ) of the sexadecimal system at nine3.com/concept.html, does it not? It's exciting to see how many more visitors are tuning in to the aforementioned "concept" lately. I say this even though believing someone is paying attention to visitors will likely cause even greater numbers of the curious to retire behind anonymous accounts. I do enjoy knowing the origins of visitors, however there are getting to be so many it may actually be a blessing that more of them will arrive masked, as that saves me considerable time in slaking my curiosity and pondering what you may be experiencing upon discovery of the secrets shared here. Perhaps I have not mentioned before that arcane choices in naming (from the -- to some -- opaque domain name of the site to the "magic" page that has nothing to do with what search engines expect when delivering results for that term, ditto "concept" and so on. That important information must be shielded is an idea borrowed from the mystery schools, where all the instruction is interesting and valuable yet it will take years of study before encountering the precious kernels. As I understand it, this is partly due to the necessity to "prepare the instrument." This process is absolutely necessary not only to try to be certain a beneficiary is truly ready (the soul is sensitized and aware in order to receive the correct impression of the lessons's meanings) but also as a method of winnowing the wheat from the chaff, so to speak. The latter is a distinction that acknowledges some may wish to approach the mysteries for the wrong reasons. In this case, i.e., the "naming protocols" used at nine3.com that make the locations of the ideas hard to remember rather than easy to remember, increase my happiness when looking at the search terms that finally get a visitor back here, presumably only after making some effort, for I discover which words and phrases stick in memory like bread crumbs for the brainpan, leading the seeker back to source. Common examples: "Nancy fancy pants," "sexadecimal," and "sherlock jones." There are many more such as these which, when I see them, tell me my dear readers are looking for me and no one else, for these are no "buzzwords" but highly individual expressions of ideas that originate with me. This is perhaps the only upside to what some have considered my relative ignorance of certain subjects I purportedly care about. Musical theater, for example. Some may believe that those who wish to write for this genre must know as much as possible about the body of works extant. The trouble is that when song and dance combine with story and lyric, even the absolutely inane, repetitious, and even injurious material (at least in my brain) can stick as though superglued to the awareness. I wrote in this forum about a horrid experience with a well-known (though nearly completely ineffectual) professional workshop that ultimately wasted weeks of my life because of all the (excuse me) stupid crap that got ingraved in my memory -- truly, I feared, indelibly. ("Wee-dwee-dwee-dwee, pluck-kapluc, kapluc, kapluc, ka-hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe -- it quiets the mind!" seriously, that was one of the lyrics, and it nearly maddened me. Another recent example is "Side-by-side" (not the good old version that says, "Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money, maybe we're ragged and funny, but we're traveling along, singing a song, side by side" but the new one that says, "Side by side, side by side, side by side, side by side," ad nauseum -- he says it, then she says it, then they say it together, then the other guy sings it, then the other gal sings it, then they sing it together, then they ALL sing it together -- HELP!! In musical theater writing school they teach this as a method of making songs memorable. And, sadly, it works only too well. And so sadly bankrupt it is that its use reveals nothing so much as that the writers have NOTHING to say, but have decided it's okay to engrave that vacuum on the memories of unwitting audiences. If those audiences are at all like me, they can't stop singing the stuff, sometimes for days. But unlike me, perhaps they think this mindlessness indicates a "catchy" score when, IMO, what they have experienced is a plain and simple mind fuck, a mental rape, a violation. So, no, it isn't necessarily a blessing to make it easy to remember something. And so the fact that I don't "know" all these works by some may be interpreted as ignorance on my part. To me it means I will not be among those writing another one that sounds just like the other one, because, to quote the RAZZ, "That's been done and done and done and done and done and done and DONE." I prefer knowing some of the pieces that have already proved staying power, thank you. To those, there is invariably something more valuable -- namely, lyrics by a lyrical poet sharing real passion and insight -- to inspire the music. As I daily discover, there is music everywhere -- even in random street sounds, random bell ringing, random humming. It is not the music but the lyrics that are difficult. Even the great Ludwig (not you, Olly ; ) needed poetry, did you know that? The greatest composers would often write to poetry, and even commission poetry, and afterwards discard the words, and this is the method they devised to create meaning in music we still adore, sometimes even centuries on. Feoa - Friday, May 22nd, 2009 Good situation! Sum to favorite Hi - Thursday, May 21st, 2009 I don't get why addresses are coming in from a machine with ee in its name, and there's also some crazy-looking traffic to this page. But, John, yours looks legit, and since you are from one of my fave cities (i.e., LA, CA) I decided to let through y'r greetings. Thanks for letting us know you dropped by. For the past few weeks (actually, since the death of Natasha Richardson inspired it) I've been working on an expanded arrangement of Red River Valley for the nine3.com/RRVtrad.html page. It has been one thing after another preventing its completion, and now I can't wait any longer to put a sketch of it on the web page. I'm just dying to check it out myself and see what others are experiencing with the tune. The new structure uses all of the traditional verses along with the new setting. I'll give details later today for those who can't figure it out. It's one of those songs that people mistakenly assume to be simplistic. Lots of very accomplished musicians have found themselves surprised that it is somewhat more, so don't be mad at yourself if it stymies the intellect on first listening, without the notes. But dig that crazy fiddler, eh! The vocal evolved together with the new tempo (at 132 vs about 120), it's quite a bit quicker than the version you have been used to hearing. I hope you like it. Right now I have to run out for a few hours. More later, xoxox, cx John - Thursday, May 21st, 2009 Hi, everybody X-man - Wednesday, May 20th, 2009 Fascinating site and well worth the visit. I will be backg Suzan - Wednesday, May 20th, 2009 This site is really superb!!! Thank you for you work! Good Luck UAIC, IITKGP-IN students - Sunday, May 17th, 2009 I'm not sure what it is that interests you most, but if it isn't too late, allow me to request you consider how the laws that create (and account for) pulse in living organisms resemble electromagnetic induction in the sense that both are characterized by an on-off (binary) condition, cf. "The Wire Song," below ". . . when it stops and goes the current flows it's a binary force of mind" This is fundamental to any explanation of why we need a system of numerical expression that is able to account for pulse. It becomes tiring to continue teaching a linear model as the cornerstone of calculation when the future that beckons us requires multidimensionality. A system that is inherently hierarchical not to mention infinitely more encouraging to intuition exists. I truly believe that in reaching the end of the ancient calendars (coming up in 2012, by some accounts) there is nothing to fear. We are merely arriving at the moment when quantum expansion of intellectual acuity will be enabled by a far clearer (and, amazingly, far simpler) way of math. I admire WOLFRAM's NEW KIND OF SCIENCE very much, but offer this humble set of numerals to span the breach between traditional calculation and NKS. After all, in sexadecimal, all the same old rules we already know still apply. You can leave the issue of pulse alone until later -- ignore it, if you wish. Just know that "it's in there." Greater understanding will come, in time. say hey - Friday, May 15th, 2009 Welcome visitors from UA -- 'specially pleased to make your acquaintance (sort of). What I'm starting to get is that the PTB ("powers that be" -- tweeters take note. that's a new one ; ) are GETTING IT. The complete quadrilateral anim draws a lot of interest, as does nine3.com/concept.html and the intuitively transparent [graphical] numerical expression of a multi-hex[sex] system / abacus. People all over the world are looking at this idea -- some of them together, it would appear. Good going, everyone! You are looking at ways to develop a new system for calculation that can enable a quantum leap in computational ability that one day will see the end of the old millennium was, in many ways, a period of darkness for humanity. I've reiterated a few of the significant images here at the top of the page. If it isn't too overwhelming to do at the same time, please also try to be sensitive to the implications of pi as an expression of pulse. I like to think of it as the moving curve, which is why it is also a corollary of the crazy eight (infinity): the reason it doesn't come out even in the end is that it is DYNAMIC. At least I hope it never ends : ) This has been fun. More later, xoxox, cx Please feel free to "save as" the images for further contemplation. See how this figure is a projector upon a grid of another realm? Practice drawing the figures to familiarize yourself with them. Much of your mind will express with greater clarity in contemplating the mechanics ("hand" work). Perhaps a sometimes babbling child or idiot (i.e., certain mental activities of so-called intellect) may be lulled for a moment, and a true and original voice -- your very own -- will express. I also try to practice drawing the three different types of nine three configurations. There can be a lot of wait time in a recording environment, and if you carry a notebook you may find time for school figures that are hardly ever studied : ) well, I am mainly hoping for some interesting idea or observation to jot down, but doodling can also be fun. Maggy - Friday, May 15th, 2009 I'll be back... :)e rss channel - Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 Really sorry about the RSS channel not working yet. Apparently the script running this comments submission form doesn't get along with the RSS code. I really don't want to submit everything new on this page to the nine3.com/news.html page -- where the RSS channel actually does appear to be working. Getting ready for job fair on Monday, hoping prep will be squared away by Thursday so I can continue Friday recording sessions. More later . . . Suzan - Monday, May 11th, 2009 made professionally. Albert - Monday, May 11th, 2009 keep up the good work!i Spider - Thursday, May 7th, 2009 i love this site.t kafta&varnishkes - Thursday, May 7th, 2009 It's nice to learn that the site's old-fashioned interface doesn't put off the visitors. Nods to all the hearty, healthy recipe grandma passed down. In an interview I was recently asked about "SEO" (big whoop if you know what that is), by someone who has an IT department and a marcom staff with at least one writer, one designer and a director. It's a big non-profit with annual budget well into the tens of million of $$s, yet their traffic ranked well behind what's being cranked out here by the little only, little old me. In characteristic pinging, pranging way, the IT guy was testing me to see if I had the priceless key (knowing what "SEO" means), as a way of inviting me to impress him a little bit more and therefore deserve a few additional moments of his valuable time -- to try a little harder, perhaps -- to squeeze a drop of work out of him -- i.e., to squeeze a drop of work out of either him or some of the five other people seated around the conference table grilling me. Anyway, I said the usual things about keywords, blogging, tagging, search engine submissions, etc. etc. etc. that all contribute to "SEO." And I did bring the salient point to the fore, which probably didn't help my case in the end. I said I had noticed that my solo foray into interactive communication (using admittedly antiquated html along with a couple of simple bells and whistles) had, in less time than they have been around, exceeded their results by quite a wide margin. Perhaps there was a measure of resentment at his needling tone, but it is entirely possible that my directness did stick a metaphorical finger in his eye. Actually, maybe I should have spoken the immortal words of the truth, "It's the content, baby." But then, if they haven't managed to get the content in there yet, with all that staff, then they're probably doing something wrong. Maybe they have meetings all day long, and everything is done through committee. I've worked in places like that, freelancing -- in quite a few places like that, actually. Invariably it means no one is doing anything, or very little except complaining about things found to be "frustrating" (including the necessary intrigues involved with taking out the one on the next rung up on the ladder) and that's exactly what is meant when they talk about "corporate culture." I can do that for a time -- be "in" yet not "of" a group dynamic, clear away the backlog as quickly as possible, and move on. I would have appreciated the billings, but after the SEO fiasco, it seemed fairly obvious I was getting none of those. Anyway, they hadn't exactly impressed me either. The demands of full disclosure dictate mention that I'd had to use sleight of hand to conceal the fact that I don't meet certain expectations suggested by the demographics that supposedly define me. In the pre-interview on-line application was a form that asked the applicant's race. With assurances that the form wouldn't affect anything, it was merely informational, I submitted a blank form. This I hoped would make them allow the possibility of a technical glitch and I would be given a chance despite being not the sort of person that was wanted. I was superbly qualified to perform the work. But a sensation swept the office when I entered to failed expectations that "Cassandra" and "Dorchester" would be the name and address of a black woman (well, by far less than even half the time, but that's Boston. More about that elsewhere in this log). The meeting was delayed by half an hour. It was quite obvious that I was the reason for the scramble to get at least a half dozen bodies into the conference room for the interview. It turned out that yes, indeed, the director for whom I would have worked directly was a large, soft-spoken black woman clearly uncomfortable in my presence. There is much more that I could say, but not right now. I fear this is all, in some way, excruciatingly predictable. If I can tell a little bit about it, though, perhaps the experience was not entirely one of wasted time. BTW, I sent my thank you note as a post card hand-written on the reverse of the Watteau print below ("Pierrot"), the white clown. Federico, you will like that ; ) Anyway at the moment I am [yawn]still looking for more work (part-time, flexible, freelance preferred) vis à vis: getting professional spring wardrobe in shape, updating certain things on nine3.com, creating mailing in three versions for various target clients, etc. etc. [/yawn] . . . and taking a session at a friend's recording studio -- tomorrow! YAY!! That will be fun. Already today I roasted a chicken, fed Elvis (stray female cat with kittens hidden around here someplace) the loveliest cat paté she's seen in weeks, and made kafta&varnishkes for the masses -- hopefully to last through tomorrow. There is a Jeannie Deva Vocal Exercises recording playing in the kitchen, allowing multi-tasking of vocal warm-up and culinary art. à bientôt, cristo (nom de guerre of y'r l't'l cvb) LALLA! Julia - Thursday, May 7th, 2009 Hi, all. Nice site...I really like your site ! Good job man.; rss channel - Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 Thanks, Federico -- I pushed the RSS channel forward just a bit and got it working (I think) on nine3.com/news.html Hoping to make it work here so I don't have to keep track of both pages. Let me know if the subscription line ("Click here to subscribe to this page as an RSS feed," at the top -- second line) does not work for you. More later, xoxo, xto federicoselero - Monday, May 4th, 2009 Hello, I can´t get the drift how to tot up your blog in my rss reader By. thanks for all the fish - Monday, May 4th, 2009 Hi, Sweetie! Yes, I am aware of neglecting this page and indeed have been trying to catch one of these creatures by the tail -- one of the myriad potential blog essays that go swinging by the tail, out of my grasp, as time rushes on. I do so hate to disappoint the visitors, and thank everyone for your cheery hellos. So much for the bland assurances. In reality I am seething about a trend toward so-called commedia dell'arte-based theatrical presentations running rampant upon the living stage. At the moment, a most infuriating example happens to be in production by a high-level (Boston University) department that claims the tradition as its foundation. Alas, that assertion appears to be nothing but an ignorant rationalization for a parade of human slime. For those who might otherwise innocently enough entertain the notion that practically anything can be called "commedia dell'arte", please allow me to pre-empt error. For a good description, read the entry at: italian.about.com/library/weekly/aa110800b.htm Before continuing, I must ask those of delicate or innocent sensibility to leave off reading this entry at this point. The following will not be the words of a pornographer, nevertheless it is a critique can hardly go forward without references that may shock or offend. I myself am offended by this necessity, as I remain in my own way rather conservative; so do please excuse it, and spare me any daft pornocclusions from the kneejerk reaction. I'm sorry. You are sweet. Do you think you can ever forgive me? Thanks. Dear Reader, consider youself forewarned. Ergo, here I go: To begin, the play's characters are not formed from of the stock that defines the genre, not at all. The play in question concerns aristocrats (not common people, as is typical [even required] in the commedia ). The cast list is much like that of a Shakespeare comedy, NOT commedia. In this play, which I will not dignify by naming, we are also given no improvisations, songs, allegories or insights -- all common and acceptable components of nearly every theatrical form, including the one in consideration. But the commedia dell'arte label, specifically, is now tossed about with great frequency in the hope that those who see it will be impressed that staging is being given to something that must certainly give the impression of being rather impressive, not to mention intellectual. Even the highest and best of the academicians can now apparently be entirely ignorant of the theatrical forms they profess, promulgating more convenient, foolish errors that when "anything goes"it can always be called "commedia dell'arte" and will most assuredly get by with plenty of ambiguous if not overtly approving reviews. I find this disgusting, the more so because of this particular play's argument to the high born virgin that her virtue can be preserved by indulging in sodomy. The language and its setting are ugly and grotesque, as along with lying rhetoric are served the full gamut of curses and obscenities which erupt from the first through the last with so much brainless, numbing predictability that the audience will soon wish they had not forgotten to bring their own props -- rotten fruit and dregs from the gut bucket would be appropriate. Ideally, these could be hurled at the stage as a reflection of what is being served. I am reminded of another time recently when I objected to a so-called director attempting to insert this type of material into a work that bore my name. I said I wouldn't allow it. "Why? Shakespeare did it all the time," he said. "No," I said. "He didn't. In Shakespeare it was just a little 'comic relief,' a bit crass perhaps, but never the subject of the work. There was never any real degradation. And it was very brief." "You have an answer for everything, don't you?" Well, no -- actually, I do not have an answer to the apparent requirement that I must appeal again and again to certain people who frequent these writings, sometimes with what appears to be obsessive attention. By this I mean specifically those who could produce the work that would help to improve the culture and thus the human condition. Who could do this, and yet they do not. morgan - Monday, May 4th, 2009 hi Maggy - Monday, April 27th, 2009 Nice site! Big thanx to webmaster!M Napolitano & swine flu test - Monday, April 27th, 2009 "No testing of passengers disembarking from Mexico" Isn't it surprising how it's the Homeland Security Secretary instead of a health professional who gives us the word on federal decision re: containing the Swine Flu?? I continue to find such absurdites surprising, even with their growing number and scale. Sadly, what isn't so surprising is Ms. Napolitano's clearly habitual tendency to speak without thinking. To her credit, she apparently remains willing to give a quick and candid assessment of a situation. Unfortunately her judgment is appalling. To her assertion that there is no need to test for the disease (as sensible places like Britain immediately began to do), I can only say, "What? You don't want to know how many cases are coming into the country?" What is the matter with her? This woman is a complete idiot. I'm glad the NYT online published the pic of her with her finger up her nose --or was she biting her fingernails? hard to tell but the picture tells a thousand truths. The grey ladies satisfied reqs for truth in advertising on this one. Complete Quadrilateral of the Equilateral Triangle - Friday, April 24th, 2009 In response to students searching this image, I've slowed down the gif animation to make contemplation a little easier, as well as displayed it 50% larger for legibility. HTH. x Kazelkmv - Friday, April 24th, 2009 Hi webmaster! idy {in-]constant, [n]ever changing - Monday, April 20th, 2009 Sorry for the trouble with your peeps. My consolation must be: do what you must do. Personally, I think it would be better to bear it, to remain in the state of (how did Keats put it?) "being in uncertainty" in pursuit of the poetic: suffering the truth of what matters to you. If you are brave enough, may you burn no bridges. It is indeed a sorrow that your love will not always be given to those who will return it with sincerity and consistency. Perhaps this is also the reason the slightly dubious edict from the 'sixties is your safest emotional bet: "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with." Still there are no guarantees such will fill your cup, even "for the moment." So far I, too, will still try to choose the pain of enduring, despite the "for better or for worse" part of the bargain. Do let us know how it goes. In peace, xto letgo - Monday, April 20th, 2009 all it takes is another great flush of promises then fiery hope breathes again & that balloon starts to soar until rather soon it seems promises break and that is the moment when it all seems to have been engineered, just a ruse (a just ruse, perhaps) to try again, however politely, imperfectly, inconsistently to drive a friend away incense - Wednesday, April 15th, 2009 I do feel blessed in my existence, as though on some level born to the purple. To have the experiences of attempting to do something that is a true passion and that I believe could help raise the level of humanity is an authentic treasure . . . and I'm glad you mentioned this distinction in the English language ("child" vs. "childe."). It is something that is perhaps now all but lost to our ken (understanding, as in "What's the frequency, Ken-ny? One hundred percent out of phase.") God bless our screwed up race! It is truly amazing to witness. LALLA! But seriously, you have inspired me to scan this image of the packaging of one of my favorite incenses. It is from R.O.Y., by Ali Ahmed & Co. The objects that look like little "rocks" are merely compressed chunks of the stuff, just as it comes out of the box. It is heady, indeed, and I shall be sad when my supply is spent b/c the store where I bought it no longer carries it. It may be worth an extensive search, when the time comes. I placed the incense box on the scanner bed and covered it with the Hans Kayser volume, Harmonium Plantarum open to an engraving of some plant form that also happens to mimic some of the movements the sweet smoke can take as it fills the quiet air of the sanctum. Another favorite incense, one I rarely allow myself to burn because it, too, is no longer available. I found it so many years ago I've no idea how I would ever find it again. In fact its labeling is long gone. I do know, however, that it was compounded from, among other things, the bodies of chitin. I remember the packaging had a note that the recipe came from a papyrus found in an ancient tomb. The funny thing was, when I first caught a whiff of its perfume, I realized it was the same as the odor of a particular "resin" made of crushed insect bodies that I would sometimes find buried in the earth of my childhood. I was a great digger as a child, and I remember finding a mysterious, crunchy and sticky red- and amber-colored "gum." It would stick to my fingers, and I remember pressing it to my nose and inhaling a most amazing aroma. At the time I somehow equated these "veins" of crushed insect bodies with the "Mormon Crickets" that were also common finds in my searches through the soil of the dry hills of my childhood home in Eastern Oregon. I thought the substance some form of that -- it had the same red and gold coloring. Anyway, it was strange to discover that odor much later in New England, where I now live, as incense purportedly from the ancient recipe. I do think now it may have been some form of "chitin." When I visit that place again, I will see if I can find that perfume again. And sometime I will try to remember to tell you more about other miracles that marked the world of my earliy life, such as the appearance one year of millions of purple crocus blanketing those same hills in the springtime. My brother remembers it, also -- he has lived there all his life and says he never saw such a bloom except that one year, when we were very small. Thank you for your visits. for life, light and love, In profound peace, y'r li't'l' xto childe - Wednesday, April 15th, 2009 This spelling denotes a child of noble birth, as in "Childe Harold" by Lord Byron (who was the subject of my thesis). cheapcarsauctions - Tuesday, April 7th, 2009 Hello to all ! Great site. I am new here greetings to all from Poland. I'm listening - Tuesday, April 7th, 2009 Nothing wrong with the list. However your entries may not get through, depending upon whether a.) you are contributing something we think people will find interesting or b.) we feel like blessing some of the sweet nothings sent by our dear regulars. So hello, and good morning. Tomorrow will mark the end of the annual nine3 festival of accounting (March 8 - April 8), set very early in this existence by lift altering events. It is a time for contemplation, brass tacks, facing facts, and -- as always and forever -- insert lots of interesting foment here . . . more later, LALLA, xto - Tuesday, April 7th, 2009 Test Post Test <i>il fau que ca remue.</i> - Wednesday, April 1st, 2009 Translation: "You have to keep things moving." -- Alexander Calder So true. Across the palate, as elsewhere, mon vieux! I am thinking of another opera!! & accepting commissions to write it, of course ; ) w'rk'ng TiTLe: "Koochee Koo Sheshoes" A [farcical] murder [comedy] [mystery] based on the notorious Gucci Black Widow trial. Hot stuff, mo'that's copyright nine3, poopies. ; ) dual-chambered palate - Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 I worked briefly in a weaving factory in Nashville, Tennessee, where they tested the hearing of anyone in a job involving exposure to the weaving room, which rang in at over 90 decibels. After my test, I was told they had never seen anyone who matched my sense of hearing. I remember exactly what they said, word for word. "You were hearing things that no one else has even come near. At first we thought you were guessing, just following the rhythms we were using in giving the signal. So we mixed it up to see if we could throw you off. We even waited -- a long time -- to see if you were really hearing all those tones. And you were hearing them all right." They told me I must be very careful to wear earplugs at all times on the weaving floor, which I was to travel twice daily registering the picks on the looms covering aisles and aisles and what seemed like miles and miles of incredible clamor and activity. I wasn't really that good about following their advice, but didn't think it hurt me that much to be a little careless. It came as no surprise to me that my hearing was very acute. I had perfect pitch, and as a young child always tuned my violin quickly and accurately by listening for the intervals of the harmonics ringing out as each string stretched to the moment of atunement in its relationships with the others. No one ever had to tell me how to do this. When you can hear those notes, the one that is wanted in a particular time and place seems obvious, even inevitable. Almost everyone in my family is the same. We are Lapps, after all, renowned for our hearing. Axel Munthe (The Story of St. Michel, mentioned staying with a family of Lapps in the far north in the early 20th Century. They were farmers, and it had started snowing early and heavily, stranding a herd of sheep. The ten year old daughter headed out to bring them back, which to Munthe seemed quite amazing. She found the animals some miles away, hiding huddled together amid some hills. When asked how she had been able to find them, she very simply replied that she heard them. Now I am wondering if the dual-chambered oral palate, of which mine is an example, may have something to do with it. Apparently this palate type is a little unusual but by no means rare. It is characterized by a bone extrusion at the center, extending from about the middle of the bony palate and well into the soft palate, forming in the roof of the mouth two domes side by side rather than the more usual single arched dome. A dentist told me this is not considered any kind of pathology but does make it rather difficult to fit dentures (which, happily, was not the purpose of my visit!). I have found that, as a singer, I am constantly discovering new sounds, using various techniques for pushing the sound around and creating different colorings or tapping extra pitches by bouncing the sound across the center just at the moment of greatest rib expansion. At that moment, if the singer happens to be playing the instrument in all ways correctly (i.e., not "listening" at all, with complete relaxation of the tongue, etc. etc.) you will be able simply to think the sound you intend to create, and gain enormous pleasure in hearing it, nailed. That's when you know you own it: pure intention rendered as though effortlessly on an instrument in good condition, properly prepared and tuned. Today I am also wondering whether this palate shape can account for more than than just a little extra fun in singing. I wonder whether, like a hawk's vision, my hearing has extra dimensions available for processing information -- an extra dimension provided through the bony extrusion: increased resonance, ability to perceive finer distinctions between left and right, etc. Add this subject to the list of potential doctoral theses, won't you? See if this subject is still available for study! And on the subject of the PhD, I am constantly surprised and amused by some of the publications out there today, such as an article on philosophy and neuroscience I saw recently that effectively proves that misplaced modifiers confuse perception -- that, in fact, modifiers "refer to the nearest antecedent," just exactly as good old English grammar has always dictated ; ). Journalists, kindly take note. One sees this rule of grammar routinely violated these days, even in the most exalted publications, creating many confusions and somewhat fewer truly hilarious and egregrious misapprehensions of meaning. Anyway, thus ends another proof to posit that English is a lovely vehicle indeed. The genius of English is in the IAMB (I AM B) for word play, NOW & FOREV'R, Embrio (i am brio) "with passion and fire," y'r cristo Marly - Monday, March 30th, 2009 Interesting web page is, i\'ll see you later one more timec Julia - Sunday, March 29th, 2009 keep up the good work! hey, KZ!! - Friday, March 27th, 2009 Kazakstan, COOL! I like your web site, too. Nice rockin' groove, good fun. Spider - Friday, March 27th, 2009 I have your site for its useful and funny content and simple design.V Maggy - Monday, March 23rd, 2009 I consider that beside Your site there is future! The body electric - Thursday, March 19th, 2009 It's good of you all to stop by and leave comments. Nearly four months into a quietly exciting routine of solitude and study, I am experiencing a period of what could be called synchronous orbit in my enquiries in math, lyrics and music. Perhaps I will post pictures of sketches made yesterday, although they are probably too rough to share. But one, in particular, turned up again today, and this time it appeared as an engraving in Hans Keyser's Harmonium Plantarum. I looked at it with that peculiarly odd sensation in the mind: It was virtually the same figure that I had sketched the day before. I was fooling around in the library before starting my day, burning incense and candles, as usual, while thinking about a few things to get on track, and following various threads and ideas through the Encyclopedia Brittanica, the dictionary, the Bible, and other volumes. When I saw the Keyser engraving, I was struck by the coincidence. Even more strangely, at that moment one of the bells on the mantel sounded spontaneously. There are many bells on the mantel, and when I tried to find out which one had sounded I couldn't find the one that matched, so I began to believe it had been a hallucination. I should mention that I have been meditating a lot lately using various techniques, including the deer and a couple of others for grounding oneself (literally, in the electrical sense), strengthening the autonomic nervous system, and so on. During this period of the day, I become somehow "electro-logically charged." It becomes obvious thoughts are truly "things" with material characteristics. I happen to touch an electric switch plate at the wrong moment in the phase, the light bulb will blow out with a "pop." There have been mornings when this type of activity has resulting in blowing out light bulbs in numerous fixtures, one after the other. It is a little frightening at times, but then I have always been "charged" somehow, like a lightning rod, experiencing agitation and even hives (when I was a kid) from lightning. To this day, lightning causes a slight "tearing" sensation in the chest, and my heart skips a beat. Batteries hardly ever burn out on me, sometimes lasting decades. My maternal grandmother was the opposite. She couldn't wear a watch at all. They always broke within a short time of her putting it on her wrist. Anyway, that is a little background on the subject. After deciding that the bell tone I had heard was imaginary, I went on to look at some entries on granulation of gold, a technique at which the ancients were far more adept than we. The greatest masters of granulation have in our time typically maintained secrecy about their methods, and it's no wonder the knowledge of the ancient goldsmiths is widely believed to be "lost" -- or at any rate, we have not been able to duplicate the fantastic uniformity and intricacy of their work. Readings in this subject (related to a libretto I am working on) caused me to wonder whether gold has a crystal state. I looked up "crystallogrphy" and what do you supposed I found there? It was the same figure again! That's when I knew heaven was laughing at me. We shared a joke just then, the cosmos and I. I thanked Him for this time and place by burning an extra stick of incense, for it is said, and I know it to be true, that, "He loves the sweet smoke." He leans over, and using your own nose for an instrument, is able to breathe the perfume swirling through the air. If you can find it in your heart to ring some chimes at such a moment, so much the better. I listened to the tones and their overtones and harmonics while snuffing the candle flame. It is wonderful to see the sound waves rolling out, pushing the smoke in subtle ways. As I closed the door and hurried away there was already a new melody needing to be written down — quickly, now, fast! faster! you must catch it now! for you will not be able to remember it after this. HisHtheossy - Thursday, March 19th, 2009 Hi, cool site, good writing ;) Extagen - Wednesday, March 18th, 2009 Great Blog! Webmaster - Monday, March 16th, 2009 I'm love this great website. Many thanks guy LizaWondarzs - Saturday, March 14th, 2009 Hello! I am glad that I'v joined your community! See ya! Rush - Saturday, March 14th, 2009 This site is really superb!!! Thank you for your work! Good Luck Extagen - Friday, March 13th, 2009 Great Blog! Nik - Monday, March 9th, 2009 Thanks greetingsfrompoland - Friday, March 6th, 2009 Hello to all ! Greetings From Poland. very Good Page ! Alex - Thursday, March 5th, 2009 The site\'\'s very professional! Keep up the good work! Oh yes, one extra comment - maybe you could add more pictures too! So, good luck to your team!P i ching - Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009 It's available on Amazon. I don't believe I've seen the Huang translation. I usually use the John Blofield edition, a volume given to me by my dear friend Alexei, son of Vergun! a wonderful poet and architect whose work from the 1960's continues to amaze. John - Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009 Nice post. I\'ll return.i SeekersISeek - Monday, March 2nd, 2009 Hello Guys, Greetings. Introducing me. By the way, I am looking for book I ching translated by Kerson Huang. I cannot find those book anywhere. Do you know where I can find those? Thanks The King and I - Sunday, March 1st, 2009 Including the pre-recording period, it took more than four years to make the HARRIER ANGEL CD, so I had plenty of time to create an allegorical illustration (where story elements are depicted pictorially) for the cover. I have a vinyl recording of THE KING AND I with Barbara Cook in the role of Anna, directed by Lehman Engel -- altogether a lavishly created disk with loving attention in every detail. The cover is a delightful allegorical illustration of that musical's story, so when it came to designing my cover I decided to try doing something like that. I photographed this cover this morning so you could make a comparison, but forgot to bring the camera when I came up here to the garrett. I must admit I've had second thoughts about using the picture without permission, though. I don't think I have used anyone else's copyright protected materials anywhere on this web site, so I hesitate to start now. I have no idea how much it would cost, or what can or worms might be opened, to even inquire of the publishers about use of their cover illustration. Maybe you can find it somewhere on the web? The composition is quite different, of course. A detailed pictorial allegory in the size of a long-playing vinyl recording (more than 1 sq. foot) obviously couldn't translate anything like directly to the essentially 5 sq. inches of the CD cover format, but I borrowed the background blue and the text coloring, and the way their illustrator handled the story elements clarified an approach I thought I could emulate. Just answering your question got me reminiscing about that whole period. Our first session in the recording studio took place the day after 9-11-2001. It was a memorable time, to say the least. Thanks for your interest. casz cd cover story - Saturday, February 28th, 2009 How did you come up with the idea for the cd cover? 3 rows of new pictures - Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 Taking the pictures of the red spike heel on the subway nearly got me in trouble the other night. It was during Fashion Week, and I was impressed that the young lady on the train would be suffering for such beauty just as the girls on the catwalks were. I couldn't resist taking the picture. Within seconds, three young thugs (females) approached me truculently and demanded, "Are you taking pictures of us? Let me see your camera." I usually exercise all reasonable cautions -- therefore the camera strap was around my wrist. I slipped the camera into its case, looked at them evenly and pointed to the red shoes. "I was taking a picture of her shoes," I said, and turned away. Peripherally I could see the girls huddle up, and I looked at the man across the aisle, who was watching. The girls decided to do nothing, and moved quickly to the opposite end of the car. The girl in the red shoes detrained at the same station as I, so my interest was rewarded by being allowed to observe her further. She was impressive. Her gait wasn't exactly without anomalies, yet she betrayed little that resembled actual agony. As she walked down the platform, down one long flight of stairs and two shorter ones, then crossed the station and climbed up a few more steps to get out of the station and down the long ramp to the street, I couldn't help remembering a young actress wearing similarly perilous shoes as she played the devil in a movie I once crewed with. It was late at night, and take after take went down as we tried to satisfy the director's every request. The young lady, game-faced and gorgeous as ever, flashed a seductive smile as she crossed to her marks. "I'm in agony," she laughed. I had to wonder how much further the young lady on the train would have to walk before arriving at her destination. When we reached the street, we went separate ways. The calm on the water in Dorchester Bay created this light show. In the dawn light, from my studio next to the attic, a frosty window obscures the neighboring house. It has been so cold I've had little incentive to go out at all despite obvious cabin fever that kept me procrastinating. I busied myself with nervous habits of long practice, including making lace, tatting with copper wire and photographing the plasters. Beethoven is shown a little larger than the others in the hope you can look closely at his face and see humor there, amid his obvious gloom and gravity. To me, from certain angles and in spite of everything, he does look jolly. The music room is finally back in good order after installing the new rugs and rearranging the furniture. It's in pretty good shape to begin working on live performance again, getting actual songs and pieces in shape. Last year I lost a few notes from the top of my range, but the past couple of months doing little except vocal exercises have started to pay off with increased flexibility and restored range. Lent begins. I wasted a great deal of time recently attempting to animate the "Dream Tile" (image near the end of this page) to depict an exact (or at any rate very accurate) rendering of the exchanges it presented in the "live" version appearing in my dream state. Each cycle was spinning and pulsating, with energy / content moving up and down the coil simultaneously, a luminous field of moving 8's. The reason for undertaking this task was that I had another dream of this figure recently, showing a little more of how the system worked, so it seemed I should do this animation of the original image before falling too far behind in documentation. Then I came across an old diagram of electromagnetic induction, and realized it has been quite well documented already, if not yet faithfully executed within the dimension of motion graphics ; ). This is a pain: I am working on my commercial reel / portfolio again as my wonderful clients have been laid off at their companies and thus will have no work for me at all this year. Taking hours and hours of time to show off what I can do with Flash, Motion (etc. etc etc. ad nauseum) does feel like a waste as I would much rather continue writing and composing. However, looking at some of the competition, it's amazing how good everything looks. I'm positive everyone is supposed to spend every spare moment in the world putting in hundreds of hours creating eye candy for hawking their commercial art. Life is too short for this. So, is that any reason to pack it in and start making lace again? Sadly, I fear not. Old habits die hard. Elvis - Monday, February 23rd, 2009 keep up the good work! Julia - Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 I\'m love this great website. Many thanks guys Spider - Saturday, February 21st, 2009 Thank for making this valuable information available to the public. khes - Friday, February 20th, 2009 Thanks to the visitor from Israel for an interesting take on the nature and effects of hype. Will give that some thought. You might want to run this past the folks in neurophilosophy at neuphi.com Maybe someone there can point you to a way to test your theory with brain imaging. It sounds like the sort of thing they would like: the on/off component might deliver quantifiable results. I find amazing the ability to create experiments for testing theory. It is a gift for invention at the highest level, may it take you far for the betterment of mankind! So be it! Crazy8 winky - Friday, February 20th, 2009 Good going, Kesi. I hope you have that mentor, or are that mentor, or at least can get your hands on a good book on the subject ; ) Kesi - Friday, February 20th, 2009 I love this site! great site and great webmaster. Thank you bye. I am from Czech and also am speaking English, give true I wrote the following sentence: "Learn the basics instruction on how to draw can take the form of finding a mentor who is willing." Regards :p Kesi. Antwerp - Friday, February 20th, 2009 Very nice site! Marly - Wednesday, February 18th, 2009 Your site is very interesting and useful Suzan - Wednesday, February 18th, 2009 Fascinating site and well worth the visit. I will be back2 Max - Tuesday, February 17th, 2009 Thank you for your site. hello - Monday, February 16th, 2009 Thanks, Albert. I'm glad you checked in. Send me email and let me know if you are working with Abt? I'd love to hook up with them again. I hear they are doing great things around the world. Thanks for coming by! casz Albert - Monday, February 16th, 2009 I consider that beside Your site there is future!e gamers and sexadec - Thursday, February 12th, 2009 It would appear the gamers have discovered the curiosities, transparencies and potentialities of the sexadecimal system. interesting. When I wrote my first white paper on an application using sexadecimal computing in an interactive environment, I posited it would need to be done on a Silicon Graphics machine. But now anybody can get quad, and the gamers are migrating there in a flock, so I guess I can rewrite that section and say we'll build it using desktop machines. Wow, that is amazing. BTW, don't forget to check the Alexa wayback machine for the first publication dates of the essays on the sexadec system (FYI: copyright moi, 1995.) Pharm14 - Monday, February 9th, 2009 Very nice site! nine3.com/MM-EASYSTREET - Friday, February 6th, 2009 TEST For security reasons I have had to disallow posts here that contain URLs. I am testing to see if page noted on top line here will post -- want to share the multimedia Naomi page where the skywriting animation referenced below appears. This page explains in a literary (indirect) manner the subtext in the use of the name NAOMI, but it had to be given in a way that gets past the security filter. Sorry about the "no more urls" rule, BTW. The "fiends" do sometimes distinguish themselves from the friends ; ) bastards ruin it for others, eh. And now, the Cat Pâté - Friday, February 6th, 2009 I have given my lovelies a feast at their winter buffet. Since my neighbor's cat sadly is no more, she gave me a big bag with the remainders of her catfood store. It's all lovely stuff, the most expensive kinds that I could never afford to buy. Yet it is all "light" and "low fat," and this might have been very well indeed for the enormous, lazy indoor cat who was our benefactor's pet. But my felines are all strays, wild or half wild, and these are freezing days. As normal, healthy cats need a diet pretty high in fat even in a nice climate, this is no time to start them on a low fat diet, however treatlike the titillations upon the palate. Therefore I have made roast turkey and roast chicken pâtés -- very rich, further fortified with porcine gelatin, an impeccable protein that has the added benefit of placing the whole in aspic, which prevents running into the underlying dry crunchy bits where they it would surely freeze solid in a matter of minutes, thus becoming utterly useless to my dear Chidi Vidividi, Chividividi Hofsky und Kevich Prrrrdn Kovskies (of the clan of Coats-in-Grey). Friends have commented occasionally that they find it rather strange that someone with as much work to do as I would take such trouble for mere puddings lurking hopefully around the porch. But I have found little that is so very much more enjoyable than serving these animals. They are always grateful, no matter how meagre their portions, and that is a great virtue in itself and certainly not something that can be said about even my own wonderful children. So why not? It isn't that much more to do, and I get a little view on the troubles creation presents, even for the creator. Not that I am their creator (even though without me they would not exist in this place and time), but even without Becoming Deity Oneself, there are such moments as these when it is possible to understand some of the problems and issues He faces in his capacity of arbiter in this continuing duel, the storm of contending natural forces that are the actual rule, the omnipresent Dual. Perhaps this is a minor instance of what Fra Diavolo meant when he said our burdens contain hidden blessings. á bientôt! y'r l'tl cristo What does Naomi have to do with the passion and the play? - Friday, February 6th, 2009 The question comes not through this forum but a search engine query that brought it here to me, via the dailies). I thought it worthy of a response. The allegorical underpinnings of HARRIER ANGEL extend through character names as well as characterizations (as is typical in the form). My Aunt Naimie (a Lapp, whose name I believed to be the regional equivalent of Naomi") was someone who made a big impression on me, not because I knew her that well personally, having met her only once or twice when I was quite young, but because of the the affection and frequency that bordered on reverence with which her name was spoken by Grandmother Julia, Aunt Emma and all the cousins and siblings especially including my father. She was by far and away the favorite, and for reasons that will probably remain a mystery to me, at least in material terms, for she has recently passed away. But what was known to me and understood unequivocally was the way her name was spoken, the first syllable rolled out as two, and the last syllable blooming always surprisingly like the satisfaction of freely expressed self love that will not be met in a rebuke. The Lapps did so love to say her name. Every time they were together it was Naimie this and Naimie that, so I always seemed to understand how sound could bespeak the ideal -- the beautiful, unconditionally loving, self-sacrificing mother-daughter sister-woman who was my father's sister, my cousin's mother, who said of her, "Her face slimmed as she aged and so she became even more beautiful with time." There was no hesitation on my part in naming the title character in this piece. Whatever the context, this use of the sense of Naomi is acknowledging the willing self-abnegation of the passion play's central figure. Even saying her name gives it voice: "Nay, oh me." And written in the sky, reading from the other side it is the cry, "IMOAN." In a story of sacrifice, sacrifice is hers. And, of course, much as the "Dual" of the 3 Feb. entry, must always also imply the "Duel" -- this is no one's fault: it is the way of creation. In the terms of the bard, we would say, "We mark it well." It is fulcrumatic (LOL! -- it LALLA: I just made a new adjective, and a very useful one, too) in the passion play. HTH -- yrs, xto rss channel - Friday, February 6th, 2009 Sorry I haven't added the rss feeds sooner. It's on my "to do" list, I'll announce when it is in place. Thanks for your interest. Music_Mp3_Fupssusuaph - Wednesday, February 4th, 2009 Hello to all :) I can´t understand how to add your site in my rss reader. Help me, please Mobius Strip, split lengthwise but not disconnected - Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009 I will put the animation here while I think about it a bit more. Make a Mobius Strip (with a strip of paper, add a single twist and connect the ends with tape). Draw a line along the edge. Travelling from the front to the back because of the single twist that defines the form, this line will demonstrate that the Mobius Strip really has but one edge: the single line appears on both the front and the back of the strip. Now split the Mobius Strip lengthwise, leaving a short segment connected. Now it forms an interesting Figure Eight -- extended in its usual, recognizable form, but also folding in upon itself like a heart or an embryo. As you can see, the line is now on one side and traverses the entire figure, while the reverse side now has no line. Play with this for awhile, and it begins to appear to be an interesting demonstration in duality, and dual duality. When struggling to begin contemplation of the multidimensionality of Mind so that we may begin to think (not to mention compute) truly multidimensionally as the ancients apparently were able to do, this little trick with the split Mobius Strip presents a clue. Eh, I am rhyming again. Lord Mentality, Oh, Mighty Mind, Til now it seemed so cruel for you to (two, too) expect me to comprehend exactly How the world is really Dual (not to mention treble and quadruple). But here we can easily see an instance of the One that is Two and the Two that is Three and the Three that is Four So thank you. The connection you left when you split the strip almost in two is the bridge to traversing both sides and their converses, forever, with a single line. Now try drawing a line of a different color near the center of the strip and make the line cross the bridge when you encounter it. The result is a line that appears on both surfaces of both halves of the figure, with an "x" on one surface only (at the juncture where the line traverses the bridge) and no "x" on the opposite surface. I posit this represents an easily comprehensible multidimensional grid suitable for graphing computation in the sexadecimal system. Hey, Madison - Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009 Welcome. Are you in school? In Mich? There are visitors here from Carnegie Mellon, as well, I think. Really, it's a mystery jigsaw puzzle, trying to follow the visitors, I mean. I'm illustratiing a further innovation in my understanding of the symbolism of that crazy 8, Infinity. Will post animation soon. casz BJBabyPenn - Monday, February 2nd, 2009 Hello!! How is everyone doing? I am a new member and I would like to introduce myself. My name Is BJ Penn and I am from Mdison USA. That is all for now. I am eager to interact with everyone one this forum! pulchre nix - Monday, January 26th, 2009 We captured a moment of stunning light after a fresh snowfall. These are pictures of Dorchester, the so-called "formerly fine neighborhood of Boston" built during the blossoming of American culture from the 1860's through approximately 1920 that is larger than all the other neighborhoods combined and reflects the wealth of architecture any highly cultivated city must employ.* The large brick gothic victorian structure shown is the Old Baker Chocolate Factory, converted to condominiums about twenty years ago. Scions of the Baker family still populate the neighborhood, and occasionally continue to sell furnishings from their troves of antiques. The "pink sky with wires" is part of a series of pictures I shoot compulsively as references for the art I will inevitably prepare one day to execute. The idea will place birds on wires against beauteous skies. The secret of this imaginary dream canvas will be that the placements of the birds will write a melody on the "staves" created by the wires. Following are shots of a dining parlor in my house over Xmas. The art next to the walnut secretary desk are examples of the embarrassment of riches one used to find in the second-hand shops in the neighborhood, which until the last decade were chockablock with furnishings from old homes that were being cleared out as the properties changed hands. The portrait of Mr. Lincoln (engraving with aquatint) is quite wonderful. Next to it is a Certificate of Graduation from Elementary School, issued by the City of Boston to all public school pupils in 1893 (steel point engraving). This diploma has tiny, amazingly detailed portraits of Benjamin Franklin and other historic luminaries and symbols, as well as some rather fancy typography and decoration. This piece merits a photo essay of its own because it sets in stark relief the cultural values of our city and nation a century ago as compared to today. The portrait on the right is Black Hawk (from a stone lithograph). The small chest in the picture at the bottom was sold to me by one of the aforementioned Baker brothers. I use it to store needlework and linens also collected from the neighborhood. From China, the interior of the chest is lined with running calligraphy conveying blessings in india ink. ____ *It is an interesting study in self-hatred that this enormous area (comprised of many parishes and squares that, though they are subordinate to the single designation "Dorchester," are greater in both area and population than some of the city's primary neighborhoods) should bear a stigma and blanket condemnation despite its excellent location and the many wonderful areas it contains. As you can see, Dorchester has considerable charm. For us, it was a place where we could afford the large space required for practicing studio and fine arts, that was on the Red Line (subway), with good proximity to the sea and quick access to the major roadways. We enjoy it greatly, despite all too often being made aware of the opinions of those who believe themselves to be the betters of anyone who would live here. This strange outlook speaks volumes about the characterizations of Boston personalities so roundly satirized in the television serieses of David E. Kelley and others. John - Sunday, January 25th, 2009 This site is really superb!!! Thank you for you work! Good Luck. casz - Friday, January 23rd, 2009 Advertising is available. Please click the "Nine3.com Home" link above, then go to the bottom of the page and click "contact us." There are email and contact links at the bottom of nearly every page on the site, but I'm sorry to say that recently I have discovered a couple that still reflected the old server. The one on the home page is correct, however, and I promise to look the site over and correct any errors remaining in the contact info. I appreciate your interest, thank you very much. RexInax - Friday, January 23rd, 2009 how to contact you about advertising on your site? Surrey Events - Thursday, January 22nd, 2009 Hi everyone, We have just posted a video clip of our James Bond themed fireworks display which maybe of interested should anyone be requiring to book a firework display. husoinhurry - Wednesday, January 21st, 2009 very nice Alex - Tuesday, January 20th, 2009 Nice site! Big thanx to webmaster!% Julia - Tuesday, January 20th, 2009 I like it and the background and colors make it easy to read russianathe - Sunday, January 18th, 2009 Hello. I would like to wish your project of all of the best. Maggy - Friday, January 16th, 2009 You have built a good website Lifeillitte - Friday, January 16th, 2009 Hi forum! It's my first time I am here. 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Let's just say I'm impressed with what you've been showing me, can see the relevance to mutual interests, and hope you understand that my contributions are and will be to the realms of narrative art and philosophy. While I can easily see vast universal markets for the products we can create together, I do not pretend to depth of knowledge and capability in technology. Can you be direct? You must surmise there is so much more to my stories and their modes of execution (the medium is the message, eh) than I can even hint at in such a public forum as this. It will be another case of pre-emptive borrowing, if I do : ) (in earlier cases, for example -- in the course of supposedly protecting a couple of literary and musical works, I registered, submitted and entered them. One of them received Honorable Mention in the first outing, but both of them shall we say "inspired" pieces by other people which went on to win -- one of them taking first place. ) So the wise realize, obviously, there's no such thing as lead time, and therefore only so much one can share. But I do believe this is the time to take the plunge. As far as HARRIER is concerned, I figure we've got about two years at the outside before the scenario will no longer be "Near Future" as almost every single condition comes true, seemingly springing to life full-blown and ripped from the headlines in this crashing-sliding global economy. It would not seem the correct time for those with some money to sit around watching it disappear, which is what it is almost certain to do no matter what you do with it at the moment. So this is the perfect time for a start-up, yes? Let's get going. referi - Monday, January 5th, 2009 There is no I understand that you need to discuss all, but it is impossible to create that that like a forum or at least a photo to add ? the text simply not interestingly looks and it would not be desirable to read at all?! Alek Smart - Saturday, January 3rd, 2009 Hi. Good site. from Russian with love Indian Institute Of Technology - Saturday, January 3rd, 2009 Hi. Good site. Birkenhead, England - Saturday, January 3rd, 2009 hi admin adn people nice forum indeed. how's life? hope it's introduce branch ;) Taiwan Academic Network - Saturday, January 3rd, 2009 Hi. Good site. Katerina - Friday, January 2nd, 2009 Could you post a karaoke track of the Onion Rag song? I have been practicing it and it makes me feel good. I think I can sing it very well. Alek - Thursday, January 1st, 2009 Hi. Good site. ablata atalba - Tuesday, December 30th, 2008 Palindrome meaning "secluded but pure" -- taken as her motto by an Elizabethan noblewoman banished from public life though it was not proven that she had done anything wrong. In addition to being a punishment (sometimes a pre-emptive one), seclusion can also be a gift -- perhaps the most precious kind, for there is no mode of existence more conducive to explorations of solipsism's universes. To those with such proclivities, it is a deeply pleasurable indulgence they believe they would enjoy for an eternity, and is thus near indeed to anyone's definition of heaven. And perhaps seclusion may also be a gift for others: those who don't always wish to play the games, weave the intrigues, and manipulate the scandals, and perhaps even disenjoy everything about the backstabbing -- especially the pre-emptive kind where the head of a new idea must be cut off before it's fairly lifted itself -- at court! Therefore perhaps even, sometimes, when you are forced to take the veil ; ) But what can you do? Louisa May Alcott said: "Rule yourself. "Extend boundless love to your fellow humans. "Do the duty that is closest to hand." This is paraphrasing Alcott's advice to women. And speaking of paraphrasing, at least in this case I'm sure about the attribution. In so many cases I really haven't got a clue. Perhaps I made it up myself and don't even know it. What's a singer to do? It was just a quick lyric Remembered at random from memory It presented itself to be quoted By me. Here it is paraphrased For what's a poet to do? It's right out of the blue And I sure hope you don't think I'm plagiarizing you." "It LALLA ['Looks A Lot Like Art']" !! To this we will add that you may say, in place of it and in place of you, "It, you," with an extra beat or two in the verse. For example when declaring what you WILL do. Just know that it, you, MUST And it, you, WILL In speaking of these matters very specifically, "It, you," acknowledges how, in the simplest of terms and most fundamental of WAYS, the WORLD and the WILL in this moment of trying, are one and the same. At the Fat Farm, when you hear someone say "It, you," it's a signal clue to the creative act of BEing. for example, you may say, "Just know that it, you, MUST, and it, you, WILL." This has great power when spoken as a direction to your loyal friend, mentor and servant (your Unseparated Part, sometimes called Psyche but even better called by a name you yourself have given It, you, in a ritual moment). THen by a loyal friend, mentor and servant who want only the best for you, your commands -- your will -- will be executed. Alek - Monday, December 29th, 2008 Hi. Good site. voimeGeomy - Sunday, December 28th, 2008 hi admin and people nice forum indeed. how's life? hope it's introduce branch ;) tziwd - Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 Hi, you have a nice site. Really good job! Respect :) Melissa - Sunday, December 21st, 2008 Nice site! Big thanx to webmaster!i novatrek - Saturday, December 20th, 2008 Beauty is not just about the hair and face, but also the nails and other parts of the body. authonitoinna - Friday, December 19th, 2008 Hi all great mother in the sky - Thursday, December 18th, 2008 i see the part that makes me guess it is female but where is the rest of the girl? my story about a personal encounter with something like a pulsar - Thursday, December 18th, 2008 I came across the movie (at right) of Crab nebula (a pulsar -- i.e., "PULsating stAR") taken with telescopes Chandra and Hubble http://imagine.gsfc.nasa.gov/Images/news/crab_cxo_hst.mov Pulsars transmit a signal that can be processed to be depicted as conventional sound. You can hear various examples at http://www.jb.man.ac.uk/~pulsar/Education/Sounds/sounds.html I came across this while thinking about an experience from a couple of years ago. I believe I've written about this previously. It was a peak experience, to say the least, etched indelibly in my mind. My bed faces a large window with a southeastern exposure. More windows in a bay on the eastern exposure provide a wide view of the sky. There was thunder and lightning that night, flashing and rumbling and crashing all around for many hours. Stirred with the slight trepidation of knowing that something dreadful could descend on a body in such a storm, yet certain there was no real likelihood there could be any better place to be than in my own bed -- and thus there was nothing to be done -- I had fallen asleep. Suddenly fully awake, I opened my eyes and sat bolt upright. Through the window directly in front of my eyes a virtual torrent of light pulsations were being discharged out of the storm -- not from above, but from straight away in the distance. Other than the fact that there were hundreds or even thousands of them, the most unusual thing visually was that they were advancing in geometrical forms, "growing" in complexity as they approached and poured over me in my bed. The feeling was quite strange. I watched for some moments, wondering what it could mean. Although it caused no physical sensation like pain or cold, I thought it might mean that I was dying or dead, which upset me not at all. But neither did it gladden me, and this represented a step forward, for it had been more usual in my life to look upon moments of such questioning with hope I would soon be released from my life. The sight was exquisitely beautiful, and silent except for the continuous thunder and crashing of the storm. After a time it seemed I would not be killed by it after all. Indeed, it seemed there was definitely a purpose in my being so bathed in such a mystery. My heart spoke to the Great One, and it occurred to me that the phenomena had been going on for some time while I slept. I wondered why I had suddenly awakened. As I contemplated what this meant I must do, I realized I had no idea beyond the works and plans already in progress. I said I hoped to receive whatever I need to do whatever it is that will be required of me. It seemed noteworthy that whatever it was that was happening clearly did not require my continued attention, I did not see the point of continuing, and so I decided to go back to sleep. I lay down again and do not remember anything more except opening my eyes briefly to see if everything was still going on, which it was, then closing my eyes and immediately disappearing to the senses. The next day I described this event to someone who said it sounded like a pulsar. I made the little movie here as a quick approximation of the appearance of each projectile. As I said, the color was entirely golden, but my artwork did not convey an accurate impression without the full spectrum of color seen here. Neither did they seem to rotate as this quick sketch does, but merely pulsated from small in the far distance to huge as they passed over me and through me, growing in complexity and number of geometrical extrusions in their course. After several experiments, this is the best I could create in available time. This is a mad digression, as I came here to write about Couloumb and the relationship I see with the corollary to gravity occurring at the atomic level which Couloumb verified -- and, of course, the symbolism inherent in that crazy eight, the infinity sign, evinced by the dual nature of the attraction/repulsion equations. But I found the telescope movies, thought you would like to think about this, and time got away from me again -- alas, now I must go. To the post below, and others, offering assistance, may I suggest purchasing individual tracks or the entire CD, and telling your friends about the project. Eventually I hope to demonstrate these threads are all of a piece. I have received many interesting visits and emails and hope to pull materials together and make some meetings in the New Year. I believe some of you have given me some solid leads, and this is a great thing, so thank you very much! BTW, the NYC project is apparently not dead. I am told they love the MIND piece and want to pursue it eventually. Supposedly we will meet in February, we have rehearsal space and commitment from Ripley-Grier to present at their facilities. Thanks so much for your support. With love, as ever, xto Conor - Wednesday, December 17th, 2008 A very nice website !! 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However English is much preferred. Increasingly the way of the world, even Prof. Dr. Dr. Northoff (native language, German), who has been asked to write a trade book to be published in German, has decided to write it in English and then translate it to German. Books created in this way seem to sell well because ideas can be more succinct -- shorter, and more accurate. Also, the rapidly evolving field of neuroscience (and in Northoff's case, Neuroscience and Philosophy) nomenclature and modes of expression surrounding are given in English worldwide. English is iambic, lub-dub -- in the rhythm of our hearts. This is not a bad place for a tongue to begin. For now, we will leave it at that. - Monday, December 15th, 2008 Thank you for letting me know, it really means a lot. In passing through, I must expend myself in such creative states as engage nearly constant excitation, and to be quite frank I'm not sure it's always so good for the health. Sometimes my brain pulls me into such swirling states as I find what must be meant by "swooning." Luckily there is a couch where I can fall back and settle. When little by little the loss of control over the ideas subsides. Often the return to a state of knowing what comes next is accompanied by a dreary little reminding needler voice that the truest essence of what was about to be conveyed eluded capture. Once or twice it has also felt like knowing how easy it would be to "lose" my mind, and in those moments there is no choice but to pull away from the abyss and let genius run away unfettered by my grasp. So it's good to hear an exciting vibe comes through and has an infectious quality. That means it rings, strikes a chord anbd sounds true, as it is soaked up by he psyche like pre-cognition -- ante verbal, verbatum. That's recognition of the highest order, and for such reckoning, the nod reflects back on you. and on some level we are kin. Feel free to quote me! I love you. 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No, it's definitely not snobbish, although it is something that demands characterization to observe an entity who seemingly possesses all that should be necessary to achieve success, yet instead waits for opportunity to come knocking rather than goes out knocking on every door out there, thus creating opportunity. I have been contemplating a post on this very subject but have not yet mustered. I will try to explain. Soon, xto fresh cut christmas trees - Sunday, December 14th, 2008 snobbish Thank You - Sunday, December 14th, 2008 Promising, indeed. I'm a business person when it comes down to it, though, so if you have an idea you want me to help you with -- better still, if you want to invest in my ideas -- i.e., in the ideas of this specific time, place, necessity and intellect (coalescing in the construct that is yr's tr'ly) -- all you have to do is let me know. I do promise to visit some of the web sites recommended and see if people there would like to hear a pitch. 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In the case of Lahore, the place name alone evokes strong emotions. I hope the poster from Lahore will one day let us know more than the surge of affection, sympathy, and curiosity that is our response to the thought of the person who lifted digits to keys and let us know they were here. Blessings and peace, domninigh - Monday, December 8th, 2008 Hi How i can propagate images here ? I try upload it, but something wrong. checkered flag - Thursday, December 4th, 2008 It Has Great ResourcesGreat Job, Keep up the good work Here's Johnny - Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008 Just had to share this sweet sleepy pic of the jet-lagged but cheerful composer in my office. He's back in Berlin now, but will be moving to North America in a few months. Huzzah! lahore - Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008 Absolutly AMAZING! Good Job Guys hi, doc - Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008 Backatcha there, doc. How's tricks? flag football leagues in - Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008 Just Stopped by to say hi, Thanks casz - Monday, December 1st, 2008 A spate of notes have arrived, most of which cannot appear, but for those sending sincere appreciation, I thank you. I hope soon to have a little time to sit down and share some of the thoughts that go racing through my skull. A little burned out from the long hours working on commercial projects recently, I just hope the money comes in the way it should, which would give me a few weeks at least to pursue some of the more meaningful projects piling up everywhere and gathering dust since the end of summer. If everyone pays, I'll be in good shape. If not -- well, better not to think about that right now. But tomorrow is the Gala and I still need all the help I can get at the spa -- hands and feet, skin and hair. Somewhere in there I hope to regain joie de vivre. Until later, casz animated box christmas music - Monday, December 1st, 2008 Come here and leave your comment. You Are Very Creative apple cider does vinegar - Monday, December 1st, 2008 Very Educational, Very Good 3d animal block in autocad - Friday, November 28th, 2008 Comprehensive Work, I liked It, Thanks appreciation appreciated - Thursday, November 27th, 2008 Thanks. You are a poet? Welcome. i klimat sydamerika - Thursday, November 27th, 2008 You Might Be Interested In thisYou Have a Great Site, Good Job casz - Wednesday, November 26th, 2008 catching up on all your letters, I've added a paragraph to my latest. Search "Axel Munthe" There are so many ideas arising from your inputs, I hasten to add them catch as catch can in the midst of this crazy river of pre-con for An Mtg and Preview Nite. I can't wait to see the new electric / hybrid vehicles ! We're going to get out of this economic boondoggle and find a whole new world of technology where energy is once more CHEAP. Then we will see all humanity may BE-come, as we are able, TO BE. see ya! cristobal - Wednesday, November 26th, 2008 Hi, everyone ! It's exciting to meet so many new friends during my birthday week, which is also Thanksgiving week. Blessings -- stay in touch. I'm almost off the cart, by which I mean the "charette" that has had me on more than a few late nights and one actual instance of an all-nighter going 48+ hours. It's been crazy. OTOH, the assembled pieces of this campaign would look pretty good in portfolio. Looking forward to writing much more after Dec. 2 (show date). Thanks for checking in with your stories and insights. l8r, bambini ; ) Engattyrony - Tuesday, November 25th, 2008 Hi all Jamie here 23 UK , just thought I would introduce myself first beore posting and helpful learn some things and help others. EliVreni - Monday, November 24th, 2008 Hello all. My groom - the 52 year old inebriating who won't admit it - with acloholic liver infirmity, cirrosis, tumour and a peculiar stink on him rounded off be that as it may he showers because he itches like crazy. Looks execrable, perfect pale-faced coloured, papery peel on legs , bruising, ice-distant distant all the continuously. It's a smashing day here in south Wales (UK) and there he is in not too layers, a famed big fleecy jacket and wooly GLOVES!!! I'm in a sun-dress. He has hepatic encepholepathy (I ever course it misrecordn, guilt-ridden), and won't liberate his medication properly. He is also no hope draughting Guinness. He was out of infirmary for a day and he's promote on it. He is staying with his maw tonight and I've fair oral to him on the phone and he is particular negating, was tortuous has plainly drank today and was slurring terribly. I was told another draught could silence him. That was 2 weeks ago. He's been boozeing up to 5 pints of Guinness a day for settled a week. I'm at the end of my tempt and don't be acquainted with what to do. Any suggestion and alnonetheless I be sure it's relentlessly to collapse a again proportion but does anyone bear like stories of relatives/friends and how sustained did they last? xto - Monday, November 24th, 2008 Estepona, thank you for your recent letter with the report of vigilantism in Karachi. I hope you understand that it cannot be posted. It interested me greatly, however, and I felt it was important that I should be told. As you may know, the fierce reality of such sad failures in the nation's legal system is that it results in vigilantism -- moreover giving rise to profound satisfaction at justice being served, however ugly and brutal. This is heartbreaking. I wish you good speed in building your nation and your world on solid foundations where people may live without fear and helplessness from marauders. Do you know why the robbers are so desperate? to kill for cell phones and cash? Are they drug addicts, for example? or just morally insane? The cases of such thievery and murderous impunity I am aware of in USA were usually enacted by drug addicts and/or crazed humans who have completely lost their moral compass. Axel Munthe commented on the syndrome in canines. As you may know, he was a great lover of human and animal being, and he would never countenance cruelty or barbarity against good creatures. However, he described instances of moral insanity in canines and unequivocally advocated they be summarily put down. The dispatch with which thie great physician would shoot a bad dog I've considered may have been from instinct -- the precognition that such madness may be in some sense be contagious. Really virulently contagious, as much as any biological pathogen could be, and as destructive. You have my gratitude for your participation in this forum. for light, life, and love, y'rs tr'ly, as ev'r, cristobal MartinaMargarethe - Sunday, November 23rd, 2008 Have been depressed as long as I can remember, since about 3 years old. Now 42. Have tried sundry of new antidepressants, but all had side affects, at bottom sexual. Problem: I'm currently running a warehouse. Work efficiently and effectively, but my boss & office mgr. find it really weird that I can't remember specifics on orders I've worked on. Are my concerns of memory loss due to antidepressants justified? Thanks! jeroen - Monday, November 17th, 2008 I thank the Lord for giving us the gift of brilliant preachers!: Rosina - Saturday, November 15th, 2008 Hi, everybody okay, you win - Friday, November 14th, 2008 That is so funny. Okay, we'll leave it up awhile longer. It has a noticeably duck- or goose-like aspect, non? A friend was telling me today about the strange behavior of flocking birds outside the window at work. Imagine flying a thousand miles or so by flapping your wings. Guess you'd get the rhythm thing down. (See Summum aphorism No. 5.) hadasas - Friday, November 14th, 2008 hi all webmasters Cars gotta fly - Friday, November 14th, 2008 Now they're talking about flying cars over at Darpa. Looks like we put the flying car away too quick. Summun ' n' moi - Thursday, November 13th, 2008 re: U.S. Supreme Court consideration of the request by a religious group in Utah to list their Seven Aphorisms adjacent to the Ten Commandments in a public square Entry of September 2 is such an interesting example of ideas being in the wire, and -- when sitting down to write -- it actually may be possible to tune it in like some kind of crazy radio. This is the sort of thing that happens to me quite a bit. Another example that may strike a chord happened when N and I were in New York. It was the week of August 23, 2001. We were looking at the World Trade Center, and N said something like, "Wouldn't you just love to work there? You'd really feel like you were part of something amazing." After thinking about it for a few moments, I replied, "I don't think so. It still looks kind of like Ground Zero to me." I remembered the bombing of 1993, you see. That's what came to mind when he asked me that. Then two weeks later it came true. N had to call me up and remind me that I'd said that. In fact, I had forgotten until he mentioned it. Must have been in the zone, eh! I learned later the chatter had been especially intense around that time. It's like the times I start singing some pop song, then flip on the radio and it is playing. At some level I am hearing it. You may remember, "Pieces of Mind" is the one-act musical I drafted for last summer's workshop in New York, with an opening scene like something from an "Allah-paloozza_ (see picture at right). Moses, angry with the deity for having given him people to lead who were too venal and enslaved by passions to understand the laws written on the first set of tablets that were given, saw himself as the fool in a dangerous game of the blind leading the blind. He was equally angry with His Oneness for having chosen himself as agent -- for having decided to enlist a passionate, angry man far too volatile to control his situation. Moses destroyed those first tablets in his rage, whereupon he was obliged to climb right back up on the mountain again, where he was given the Ten Commandments -- a substitute set of rules far more suited to the understanding (intellectual capacities) of the people at that time. Aside from Moses, the characters are Intellect, Time, Place and Necessity. My piece got quite a few giggles from the workshop when we read it, but one of the men quickly appointed himself head writer, threw my script under the bus, and started improvising along the lines of lesbian sex and urban animosity, shooting me an intense look when he noticed I was writing things down, saying, "I hope you're getting this!" At the time I considered myself lucky to have bitten my tongue just in time, as I was about to utter a highly non-politically correct comparison between concubines and administrative assistants. ("Administrative assistants are like concubines -- if you require the service, you have to bring it with you as it will not be provided here." By the so-called peer collaborator whom you now anticipate will be glad to play secretary during this, your amazing dictation of your idea of how her idea should be done. Ad libidum, naturellement. I did fail to transcribe his improv into a scrutible text, which seemed to surprise him at the next meeting when the script form of the extemporizing had not materialized. Actually I did take some notes that da. However, it should surprise no one that what they did that day was completely lost to history. I did express frustration at the way things were going, and later he wrote to me and said, "Not to worry. I transcribe." But of course he didn't, and thus it ended in a daft pornoclusion of astounding predictability. This is why I thought it so funny this week when the subject of PIECES OF MIND that I originally wrote showed up before the U.S. Supreme Court. Did you see that? A very funny coincidence. The Summum group wants to erect a monument listing the laws Moses received on the first set of tablets (that he broke when the children of Israel started worshipping livestock the minute he turned his back : ) just like in my play. Very interesting that it should turn up in the news now. Maybe if we'd stuck with Plan A we'd have a brand new piece on a subject now appearing before the Supreme Court. That would have been a selling point for a flyer to get the audience and the critics in. Would you like to bet that no one else has a piece ready on that subject? Was coming up with that idea really a coincidence, or was it some kind of psychokenesis? Guess it was in the wires, eh! and when I sat down to write a piece for The **** Company to work with, I might have been some kind of radio. Whatever else it was, I can tell you the writing experience was very intense. It felt like being caught in a swirling current. My hands could not keep up with the torrent of words, and several times I had to stop and lie down to rest. It hasn't been that often in my life that I've thought I knew how it's possible to lose your mind trying to capture a work of art that is flying past an open window in your soul. So it was really disappointing that after the laughter and excitement of the first reading of that script that the men would discard my piece without a backward glance. But I can still finish it if I want to -- moreover the tune, "Fuck You Asshole" (one of the other collaborator's offerings) doesn't have to be in it and neither does the monologue called "The Kiss" in the voice of a voyeur sitting on the park bench fixating (to put it nicely) on the lesbians making out on the next bench over. I used to wonder how so much unmitigated crap could possibly find its way to the stage in New York, and now I guess I've seen such a process unfolding before my very eyes. The good news is this one isn't going anywhere. The female failed to take the male dictation of his idea of how her idea should be done. The female is not a doormat. Thus were we spared. Such a piece does not exist. Perhaps this sudden change in the economic climate may bring some more -- how shall I say? -- worthwhile? thoughts into the fuzzy little heads of the artists. Here's the link to the petitioners at the Supreme Court: http://www.summum.us/philosophy/tencommandments.shtml horrible - Thursday, November 13th, 2008 You're going to have to take that down as soon as possible. How far is it to that crimson dawn, anyhow? Thousands of miles?? Is he ever going to get there?? What a distraction. lenticular - Wednesday, November 12th, 2008 I learned a new word yesterday. "Lenticular" refers to the technology that allows 2-cell animations to appear in printed pieces via a raised pattern that has a secondary image which appears when the viewer moves it. Some people call them "holographs." Anyway, this is my first crack at what will be a 6" x 9" post card. It will change, certainly. 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I remember performing this mental exercise as a basic form of self direction from a very young age -- to me it was an automatic response for addressing specific needs -- the very technique I used in giving up my bottle, as a matter of fact. I remember that event quite clearly. I must have been about two years old. There were many children, and no one could be a baby very long. But I digress. I meant to say that I think speaking to the inner self very natural. The mind works. You understand quite well, even quite well before the vocal apparatus can give outward expression. So what, pray tell, is it that conveys this understanding? Mostly this is in the realm of the core being. Each of us has this, what the sages sometimes refer to as the "unseparated part" who, by the way, should have a name. By all means, if you have not given this part of you a name, then you must do so. Than you may state your command directly) saying, for example, as I said when quitting smoking, when I knew it must be my last smoke, "Cristobal," (for that is the name of the part that lives in me, "Remember this deathly sensation in your lungs, the stinky tang in your mouth, on your fingers, skin, clothing, and the crushing stench of smoke in the rooms, their furnishings, your clothes." It will turn your stomach. Then the next time you reach for a smoke, Cristobal will call all these sensations into your awareness, and it will turn your stomach again. It's from the magic ability your unseparated part has to recall for you the exact emotional and physical knowledge of what you must do. You will feel sick, like you've just had a smoke, only instead of having one you will experience post-smoking regret -- for the ugliness and the waste. It will make you strong, for you will know what you must do and you will know that you are doing it. Nothing is more powerful. If you let him do his job, your unseparated part will be a faithful dog eagerly running to the master and bringing back everything you need, releasing you from childlike fears, to be well, to succeed. So be it! xto ; ) y'rs tr'ly sheridan - Monday, November 3rd, 2008 My son knew he needed to stop smoking. He'd just seen his father die at 38 from lung cancer. That was the spark that made him realize that smoking could literally kill him. Unfortunately, every time he tried to stop, he would yield to temptation within a few days. I looked at using a nicotine patch and nicotine gum, but didn't want him to use either. For me, it seemed silly to take the same substance that causes the addiction - nicotine. I searched for a natural and safe method to quit smoking: http://freshnewsday.com/stop-smoking.html How it works? Albert - Sunday, November 2nd, 2008 Hi! Definitely nice and neat site you got there. Accerrysteemi - Sunday, November 2nd, 2008 Hi pals! I'm new here. I've accidentally found this interesting site and took decision to sign up here! I hope we'll communicate with each other nicely! So this is my first post! this is me - Thursday, October 30th, 2008 I chose an envelope with a giant window, then used the window not for the address but for a "Preview" of the invitation cover -- a cool exterior with a surprise of color to come when flipping the envelope over and opening to reveal the contents. Much of the photography is mine as well. The animation itself is quickie -- could look a lot smoother and more realistic with another hour of work ; ) so not worth it at this busy time. Just wanted to show you what I've been doing lately. This is part of a current project for an event upcoming in December. I'm doing print and collateral, kiosks, pylons, signage, email blast graphics, etc. Sponsorships often arrive at the very last moment, requiring breakneck deadlines as the giant graphics for the exhibition floor are produced in Texas and airmailed on pallets to Boston. This can mean true brinksmanship at its most ennervating, but we've never missed a deadline and compromised very little if at all in showcasing the sponsors. After Dec. 2 would be a good time to plan on contracting my services. Need a whole art department's worth of skills in a single person? Need an entrepreneurial mind working on your marketing? Send email from any page on nine3.com Thanks, casz casz - Thursday, October 30th, 2008 I googled you, piongulikaza. You seem to be into some interesting music. So anyway, you found me. I am the owner of nine3.com Send email from any page at nine3.com and let me know what interests you. thanks, best, piongulikaza - Thursday, October 30th, 2008 Guten Tag. Sagen Sie bitte vor, wo man die Kontaktdaten des Besitzers dieser Webseite finden kann? Danke. (ich piongulikaza) one of my secret formulae - Thursday, October 30th, 2008 To achieve my personal sense of self-realization (beyond or in addition to the poet and artist I already embody ; ), there still remain several realms where I conceive insights that I would love to pursue to a scientific certainty. Yet certainly, without another life at least to study them in, I fear there is little chance for achieving the scientific certainty part of my hypotheses. But just for the indulgence of curiosity (and a level of practical necessity to be sure), I do dabble. Indeed I do. For more than this, not only would there were a clone of me to be in botany, but another for entering the field of chemistry. Yet in dabbling, inventions do arise. For example, among the improvised naturopathic products I create and use in pursuit of my own well being, there is an eye cream that has reached the third generation of its formulation and now achieves, I think, an almost ideal state for the preservation of petal soft, dewy conditions around the most delicate tissues of the face and neck. Ingredients of this wondrous concoction are numerous -- all readily available and previously tested for safety and efficacy. Chief among the components, needless to say, are oils and butters of various consistencies and densities (along with herbal extracts, roots and so forth). From time to time I have gifted samples I have called "Petals" cream to friends of a certain age, and invariably they express surprise at just how much improvement can be achieved by lavishing problem areas with the compound. One lady of a certain age who in general looks almost ageless had nevertheless been unable to prevent the neck starting directly under the chin from collapsing in a soft drape all the way to the clavicle. I gave her a 4 oz. jar of my Petals Cream to try, and within a few months she came to see me to ask for more. It was really astonished to see the improvement the cream had made. This friend is by more than a decade my elder, so it was encouraging to realize that significant improvement can be seen all along the time line. Tests for devising the exact method and order for combining the ingredients into the pleasant-smelling emulsion have yielded many observations. Today I thought I would mention the most interesting, concerning a white butter from India (which at present shall remain nameless (we are, after all talking about a "secret formula" ; ) This oil arrives in a hard solid state, radically dimpled in appearance and with a deep well sinking in the center of the mass. I discovered immediately that the liquid state of the oil has far greater volume than the solid; i.e., it shrinks by as much as 30% when cool. Even without knowing the ancient tradition of this plant's efficacy in soothing and strengthening the skin, the curious chemist would wonder whether in taking up such an oil the tissue might also contract, like the raw material does. The answer is: yes, it does. In fact it is the reason that use of Petals cream results in significant contraction and plumping of skin tissue. Along the way to the current batch of Petals I have concocted, I discovered fascinating properties. In concocting the most recent formula, the various types of solid butters I broke into rough chunks, and added extra virgin olive oil to cover, then began very slowly to warm the mixture. I set the timer for 5 minute intervals, at which points I returned to stir the pot. It was interesting to note that the solids that were immersed at temperatures below their melting points repeatedly congealed into a single mass and had to be broken up over and over again. As I ever so slowly raised the temperature of the mixture, the hardest butters formed a brittle solid that sank to the bottom of the pot. Within perhaps a half dozen iterations of stirring the pot, breaking apart the solid mass at the bottom, and raising the temperature a few degrees, the solid continued to form at the bottom of the pot -- albeit in a smaller and smaller mass. Eventually I believe the mass remaining was of a single type -- the aforementioned amazing expanding and shrinking butter. It certainly looked the same, remaining white in a pool of golden oils, it's surface dimpled and roughly waving and curving. What I had initially broken into chunks in order to facilitate melting had recombined again and again as a solid mass when the butters of lower melting points dissolved into the solution. Not until the mixture reached exactly 99° F, did all the ingredients finally begin to dissolve completely. I won't describe the rest of the steps in combining the lighter oils and other ingredients -- for example, the whipping in a steel bowl over ice to achieve the smooth texture, and so on. The reason I think the melting of the solid oils noteworthy has to do with cohesion and adhesion, two forces some sages believe comparable to gravity, but subtler, less observed, and less understood. Except for some factor such as behaviors caused by such things as "adhesion" and "cohesion" imply, why would chunks of a material again and again cling together to the point of forming a hard solid rather than continuing to float autonomously in the liquids? I seem to remember similar methods used in the refining of minerals, i.e., selection or "deselection" of specific minerals through gradual heating and cooling will cause the precipitation and "clumping together" of like materials at specific temperatures. But back on the subject of the Petals formula, what is it, exactly that happens in the skin cell? The final consistency of the product is somewhere between a rich cookie dough and butter cream icing. When placed on warm, wet skin, it dissolves and is absorbed by the skin. But is it in a liquid or a solid state at this point? It's hard to know. But I can't worry myself about the proof of my science. This is more of a pudding. And, as they say, "The proof is in the pudding!" I'm just glad Petals Cream keeps tender skin firm, supple and elastic. Hey, if it never starts to bag, it can never start to bag, eh! Soon Petals will be available for sale in the store at nine3.com "BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD." yours, as ever, cristobal john - Thursday, October 30th, 2008 Fascinating site and well worth the visit. I will be back! ouioui - Thursday, October 30th, 2008 Hello, my name is Kelly, I like yours site, gut photo, i with pleasure shall support a theme. enteptsmand - Wednesday, October 29th, 2008 Happy Halloween my friends! :) :D :) quovilee - Sunday, October 26th, 2008 All greetings! I have fallen in love today:))))) I wish to shout about love to all world ! :) Love this magnificent feeling:))))) Christmassongs - Sunday, October 26th, 2008 test topic Senks, good luck xto - Saturday, October 25th, 2008 Thanks for saying hello. It sounds very interesting. hey you layered technology and engineering gurus out there - Thursday, October 23rd, 2008 It's nice to see you care! C'mon and jump on board with me, and let's away to a truly multidimensional state of mind. The triumph of mediocrity has brought us to this plateau of sameness. But the good guys will soon get a chance to get their licks in. They've been biding their time, they've been in hiding amongst us. The world could change in the wink of an eye, but before you can play your part you've got to be tired of the same old games, and ready to pay your own way. When you do, you will find there is no luxury you've ever known that compares to your flashes and inklings of what lies in store. Together we can see (conceive) entirety, a world, in the whirl of reflections upon the surface of a pearl. Thanks! glad you like my work - Thursday, October 23rd, 2008 I really appreciate your appreciation : ) Traffic is holding up pretty well, even after going on hiatus from the NY project while deadlines for designing a charitable foundation benefit are on the front burner. I must say commercial art has its virtues in more than fiscal realms. This customer is superb for always trying to push for great stuff, resulting in products from my studio that are smart, flashy, colorful and hard-hitting : ) There is considerable satisfaction for the creative drive in doing this work. I mean, I really like it! This particular client is wonderful in other, even more significant ways. His group pays me for every hour. Needless to say, this is monumentally important. Now if I could get just one or two more such clients, I would be all set. I do have bad customers, too, unfortunately. For example, I am reduced to attempting to barter as I continue to try to get paid by the guys (brothers, scions of a wealthy old Boston family) who hired me to do the big pitch to Bank of America last spring. Can you imagine getting stiffed by those who are marking you up 200-300 percent? Now that hurts!! Their client was a very large law firm, and I know they pay their bills, so here I am facing this dilemma. I am in desperate need of a better piano because we're going to be doing some recording of new works, with key pieces of the puzzle arriving from Europe and New York. My piano, which is already not so good (in dry winter weather adding funny noises on to a few of the notes). The piano must be tuned before the sessions, so I was thinking I would do just as well to go and pick up a spare piano that someone around Boston may have sitting around somewhere in an extra house they are trying to get rid of, perhaps. I am talking about people who have great material resources but who apparently think nothing of contracting one such as I for work they have no intention of remunerating. It's really shocking, but nonetheless a good illustration of what is meant when it's said, "The middle class are really the ones with values you can count on. Wealthy people often have more in common with desperados." I lost a rich friend once when I grew so tired of her complaining about being unable to squeeze the seller of a luxury automobile she wanted down to the price that some friend of hers told her she ought to be able to get, and I'm afraid I spoke a little too candidly. I know it was rude of me, and I do regret it because I miss her now, but my husband was trying his hand at sales during that period, and we were finding out first hand how difficult it is, and how narrow the margin can get. I understood why the car salesmen at all the dealerships she shopped wanted to blow her off. So I said to her, "What's really annoying is seeing someone act like they're desperate when they aren't. What do you think that says about character?" Last I heard of her, she had inherited her millions, gone to Europe for training in the decorative arts, and was rising through the decorative arts scene at a major university. Anyway. Sometimes I wish the rich would just return to being "the idle rich." That's like this particularly lousy client. He boasts that he has old money, yes, but wouldn't call himself really rich -- not like some of his friends who are billionaires, presumably. Anyway, he is whiling away his time being a broker of creative services, and I guess that's reason enough for him to believe I should work for nothing. That, and the fact that I have no realistic way of forcing him to pay me -- at least, no way that woudn't cost me even more money and still have no guaranteed results. Therefore my present course with him is to try to enlist his aid in replacing my piano, which is about equal to the money that he owes me. I am about to call his mother! What do you think would happen if I tried that? : ) Incidentally (or not incidentally), his mother was the lady who told me back in 2004 that Barak Obama was going to be the Democrat candidate for the presidency in 2008. It was the first I heard of Obama, and his name did not crop up again in my awareness until the campaign actually began. Interesting. judy - Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008 This site is really superb!!! Thank you for you work! Good Luck a cure for melancholia - Wednesday, October 15th, 2008 Spending most of the week preparing the house for guests may explain tears so early on a Wednesday morning. I do so dislike housework, doesn't everyone? Actually, no. There are plenty of people who enjoy it. I am unfortunately not among them. However, everything looks lovely now and friends arrived last night. The first thing I did today was cut the kernels from ears of corn and grill them with cumin, cayenne, garlic, jalapeños, red pepper and onion -- the basis of a corn salad I will finish later with tomatoes, avocado, black bean, cilantro and lime. The dish is very beautiful and fills the apartment with its lovely spice. But it did make me cry, and now I'm deeply sad (looking at web traffic from yesterday, which was slow -- apparently because I have failed to write in this space. I have gotten spoiled from by trips to NYC, from the spike in the traffic they bring. Now I must add to the "To Do" list a lot more web page updates -- and new pages too -- to keep it growing. And try to find time for regular entries here. Anyway, this is a momentary depression, a state I trust will be replaced by more agreeable emotions once everyone else wakes up and we set out on a tour of the city. I submit that there is a fundamental state of denial in being the bonne femme, which the onion has the power to undo. It it is pleasurable on some levels to perform the rites of preparing place for others, and nourishing bodies and souls with beautiful, delicious food. These are sacred arts, I know. They are blessings to the giver and to the receiver. And I am not sorry that I am their practitioner. But sometimes I am also glad to have the cover onions to explain tears. That's where this song originated: http://www.nine3.com/onion.html In some sense, a woman performing the traditional arts and duties of the feminine estate, does not truly own her own soul. http://www.nine3.com/In_Nancy RoradadraxnaH - Wednesday, October 15th, 2008 Hello. :) The images were released to celebrate the arrival on Monday of Emma Tallulah, the couple's third daughter. Bye. LoladooNo - Wednesday, October 15th, 2008 Hi Guys, A long time lurker thought i would finally say Hi :) sorry if this is the wrong section mods! October gave a party - Monday, October 13th, 2008 Hi, Jessika. Here's a view from Connecticut over Columbus Day. The faintest breeze kept the colors and the light jittering in exultation. Still images cannot really duplicate the effect, especially when you factor in the warmth of the sun through the car windows, mitigated by the chill of a little air conditioning. And when you roll down the window -- perfection! Foolishly, I shot more than 500 pictures over the weekend, just looking out the window as we toured through the Quinebaug-Shetucket National Heritage Corridor. There are so many lovely ones -- many just streaming colors, blurred with constant motion. But what can we do with them? It's a mystery. Quixlidly - Saturday, October 11th, 2008 Hi! My name is Jessika! hi marg - Sunday, October 5th, 2008 We love her, too. Does she sing? Acimmishimb - Sunday, October 5th, 2008 marg helgenberger mother and child yeah yeah yeahs More thoughts on the sexadecimal concept - Saturday, October 4th, 2008 I'm not sure I can adequately express the excitement of seeing visitors and correspondents seeking more information about the sexadecimal concept posted here and at http://www.nine3.com/concept.html from distinguished institutions like the Max Planck Institute (and others) as well as commercial interests in the development of technical computing. I would like to ask you to consider how the expression of Pi, as a ratio is affected in different base systems, specifically the true base 16 system that is described by the Sexadecimal system? I lack the vast computing capacity that would enable me to calculate the ratio to any great degree, but -- theoretically -- it is conceivable that the ratio would come out even, or at least as a pattern, in systems that are differently proportioned than our base 10 (decimal) system. If indeed Pi does resolve in non-decimal systems, might not the great anomaly seen in the decimal-system's expression of Pi be an important key for computing infinity? That is, with Pi re base 10 exhibiting movement (trajectory) toward infinity? This thinking emerged after the recent discovery of the largest ever prime number, and that fact that I continue to chafe over my so-called conversation with a Nobel prize-winner on a Boston talk radio show. The man dismissed interest in Pi, saying it is afterall "just a ratio," and he said he couldn't understand why people are so fascinated by it. What a was a nasty shock it was to discover the radio talk show format is not in the slightest a "conversation," since the call screener asks callers what they want to talk about but is really asking "What are you going to say?" The show's hosts and their guests listen to recordings of caller input, and then formulate their responses in advance. If the caller attempts a real conversational give and take, there's a good chance they will be rewarded with a dismissive tone that veils the host's and/or guest's unwillingness or inability to speak extemporaneously, i.e., conduct "conversation." But seriously, folks, all numbers are "just ratios" in the sense that they are a proportion of the base system in use, aren't they? Can we agree that was not an answer to my question? Thank you! Thank you! casz Moldova visitors - Saturday, October 4th, 2008 A big hello to the visitors from Moldova. I am indeed proud to have the interest of so many from this ancient land at the true crossroads of culture and commerce between the continents of Europe and Asia. A belated WELCOME, and thank you for your visits (almost 10,000 last month alone). That is amazing! Georgia - Friday, October 3rd, 2008 It seems like the NATO people have got Saakashvili's number . . . http://www.spiegel.de/international/world/0,1518,578273-2,00.html casz - Friday, October 3rd, 2008 Sure, shoot me an email, and I'll send you the pdf. butte - Friday, October 3rd, 2008 I went on the "One Thin Dime" page and heard a short snippet. Then a few minutes later I went back, and the whole song was playing! Great song! You must have been uploading it at the same time. Do you have the sheet music? cristo - Friday, October 3rd, 2008 Thanks, jammerlibre! I hope you are correct! Now that you have given your kind encouragement, I see that at first I neglected to be inspired by the hope at the end of my own dream of despair. (I heard news that I was dead, but I was not dead. In fact I was struggling to survive, and very much, intensely, alive.) Now that I think of it, this is actually a great big victory! Perhaps some of you don't know that in the early years of my life I was quite self-destructive. It has been a few years since the broken record that started playing in my head from that time ("I want to die") finally went silent. Perhaps sometime I will tell you more details from the life of that sad and angry child. For now, I will mention a couple of facts, and let a necessarily abbreviated explanation suffice to say that a dream expression of the desire to survive is something wonderful and new! More often, when survival is in question, I have dreamt of the Deity, in bliss -- a loving paternal presence in a world of light -- and I am begging Him to let me come back to Him. I also experience this "dream of paradise lost" when regaining consciousness after fainting. In those cases, I am running and running for the light, with the idea, "Hurray, I'm getting out of here!" But it is almost always the same: "No," says my Good Master. "You have to live. You have work to do." This saddens me greatly, but I know this is the way it must be. I tell him I will try. Then I say, "Well, will you fix me so at least I am whole?" Shamed at being unacceptable to remain in the light, I become aware of terrible blackness, roiling chaos, and my ears are ringing sickeningly in the loud, ugly din. Everything hurts. I am crying and crying as I begin to awaken and the chaos melts away. I began fainting and having petit mal seizures when I was nine years old, after overreacting (no doubt) to cruelty at the family dinner table, when -- fleeing in anger and mortification at the murderous rage I felt -- I attempted to break my neck. I remember looking in the mirror in my parents' bedroom and speaking to the Deity: "I want to make them die, and I'll bet I could get away with it, too! I'm going to break my neck and come back to You. If You don't take me, it will be Your problem." My hair was long -- to the waist. I was looking in the mirror and noticing how the rope of my hair could be twisted into the hairbrush so it wouldn't slide, and given a mighty yank that would rip my head off. Aware at the same time how wrong it was to do this, I said to Him, in all seriousness, "I can't be held responsible. I'm only a child." Then I did it. I hope you do not find this upsetting! It seems rather comical to me now. Perhaps this is the source of gallows humor that creeps into my work sometimes. Anyway, this was only the third time I tried a stunt like that. I was a good child, a docile girl, an excellent student. No one had any idea whatsoever how I struggled to suppress my anger. No one even knew what happened, because I lied about it. They were afraid to move me because I had the most horrendous-looking lump on the side of my neck, so the doctor came to the house. He gave me a fearfully large syringe of novacaine in the neck and began to massage the lump. He kept asking me what had happened. "Oh, I was just brushing my hair," I said, barely conscious. Still it was rather obvious he didn't believe a word of it. nine3.com home - Thursday, October 2nd, 2008 Go to nine3.com and send email. It's at the bottom of each page, where it says, "Contact Us." utisbunny - Wednesday, October 1st, 2008 How i may contact admin this site? I have a question. iijiivei jammarlibre - Wednesday, October 1st, 2008 I consider that beside Your site there is future! T my dream of New York - Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 I recently received an essay in aesthetics from a friend and would-be collaborator. It was the sort of thing you read in 8th grade English class ( Perrine's Sound and Sense: An Introduction to Poetry (11th edition) Authors: Laurence Perrine, Thomas R. Arp, Greg Johnson ) (at least we read this book in my 8th grade class, and I thought it quite wonderful) The essay attempted to make a few of the same points this textbook makes --, minus the clarity, that is, and except for containing veiled references to artistic shortcomings of the members of a particular group I worked with during the summer. This epistle roiled my psyche sufficient to inspire this dream that very night: I dreamed I was in New York to see three doctors. We were on a barge circumnavigating Manhattan. As I often do for at least part of the time when cruising on a boat, I was captivated by the beautiful wake of water seeming to pour from the stern of the boat. On the barge was a tall hill landscaped as a fantastical play area embedded with nice big "Jungle Jim" equipment -- swings, trapeze, slides and such, with ladders for climbing to the top. The climbing apparatuses were all far too loose and dodgy to be safe, yet after a scary climb, at last I made it to the top. There I found a park with a central sandbox playpen. Stepping into this area immediately revealed that the entire structure was made of sand, and in fact the entire structure was collapsing all over the place. Meanwhile, the doctors one by one were telling me how everything I do is wrong. I saw how the place could serve as a jumping off place to get into the beautiful shining crescent of water flowing in our wake. I dove in, but could not reach the strong, smooth stream gleaming in our wake. Instead, I plunged into a maelstrom!. Tumbling over and over in the chaos, I heard news that I had drowned. Deep in turbulent water, I struggled to create a small area of calm in front of my face where I might release a few bubbles of air to find out which way was up. Time after time the bubbles of my precious air streamed this way and that, driven by insane currents. Finally I made my decision and with lungs bursting began swimming and swimming and swimming for what I hoped and prayed would turn out to be the surface. Then I woke up. There are many times when I will enter into meditation, and sometimes consult I CHING -- for many reasons, including to learn the meaning of a dream. However for this dream I did no such thing, since the meaning of this dream, though symbolic, was perfectly obvious. xto - Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 It makes me happy indeed to meet a visitor from Qatar. Welcome! I will try to answer as I truly believe: love ("the very force and nature of the universe") is as fundamental as "opposites attract" -- a fact which ascends and descends all along the chain of being, even to the infinitesimal scale of photons (particles of light) which come in pairs of positive and negative that can be blasted apart, carried to remote locations, and yet remain somehow united as evidenced by their tendency to react to each other despite all efforts to separate them. Though they are apart, yet they remain one, like couples in love. Compulsion to union between members of mated pairs, in human Being, is capable of bringing the world of emotion and feeling to life, for better or worse. And, in biological terms, it literally is the cause of existence (as it is the cause of existence of all that is material in the world). I hope you are blessed to exist in a state where self realization is a possibility for you. And if you do, and if in this excellent state you find the mate of your heart, may you pass all love's tests, and remain true. For light, life, and love, your cristobal atosseJutle - Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 Hello friends! I am newbie here. And i have 1 question it is what is love? Test - Monday, September 29th, 2008 Hi all! Bye Jacky and Little E - Thursday, September 25th, 2008 This is the song that calls the yard cats to meals: "The cats will eat again today! Chittyvitty-vitty Chittyvitty hofski Prrrt! & Kevitch Prrrdn Kovski!" These little ragmuffins are the sole survivors from a litter of five. Like all of the stray cats around our yard, they are mostly wild, but I had to tame these two a little bit to help them with their health problems. There were perhaps 3 male sires represented in the litter. The toughest one is called Isis because of the marks around his eyes, like the Egyptian Eye In The Sky. Isis is really a clan name rather than an individual cat. All have the same markings on the eyes. These two babies don't have it, but I suspects one of the Isises is the sire because they are the only dun-colored tabbies around here. N said he saw Isis eyeing the litter with malevolence, after which only his own offspring were ever seen again. Jacky, on the left, was at first called "The One-Eyed Jack" because, after the disappearance of the first three kittens, something attacked him during the night, splitting the cornea on the right eye with a deep cut and crushing that side of his jaw as well. I believe his skull was also injured. After a day, there was a copious discharge, then the eye shrank back in its socket and clouded over. It seemed the eye was a goner, so I gave him the sad, comical name to try to get him to buck up, and set about trying to help him using the comfrey that grows in several places in the yard. Perhaps it is mainly because kittens, like babies of many species, have such great power to heal, but he did it! He got better. My best hope had been to prevent a fatal infection. I truly believe the comfrey had a lot to do with an astonishing recovery. I have used this plant for many years, often with amazing results. Despite being allergic to him, I worked out a routine for Jacky's treatment. I'd put on my hazmat gown, an ice pack and goggles over my eyes, and latex gloves. Taking the fastest growing part of the plant (in the summertime, that would be the burgeoning leaf), I would squeeze the juicy stem until it gave up a few drops of the mucilage, which is very soothing and can be almost magically healing for any topical concern. I brought the kitten into the potting room and ran warm water in the sink, wetting a small square of sponge and squeezing it above his eye so that warm water trickled down -- again and again -- until the eye had been rinsed very well, then let the comfrey juice fall right into the injury. It took only a few days before the cut in the cornea closed, the eye re-hydrated, and today you would never know he had ever had a problem. Now Jacky wants to live in the house, but he also wants to remain true to his own nature, which is wild. If the door is left ajar, he sneaks in and runs rampant -- up the stairs, down the stairs, and into as many places as possible. Looking after the stray cats (at present there are five) has given me some insights into the problems Deity must have in loving and caring for humans (and the rest of creation). In the musical play I am writing for the workshop in New York, we have a trombone to give voice to an Exalted Being in dialog with an angry human who cannot understand why his prayers have not been answered. The trombone will say (in trombone language), "You´re acting just like a stray kitty who can´t believe she won´t be allowed into paradise and become my master." Isn't this what people are really saying when they demand that their prayers must be answered? They are trying to demand that they should become the master of heaven. No wonder they are frustrated! What a silly idea. It's the reason prayers also always have to say, "Not my will, but Yours be done." Just to clarify our understanding of whose intentions should go forward, eh! Then the trombone, in Exalted Being language that no one except Mahler and Wagner really understand, will say, sympathetically and a little sad, "What you may never understand is what it means to me that you have fleas, and I am allergic to you." N has made a few comfortable places in the garage and on the porches -- filled with straw, lined with fleece and shielded from the wind, where the felines be cozy together once the cold weather sets in. okay, you win - Thursday, September 25th, 2008 Here are a couple of recent pictures taken while walking the loop at Castle Island. The lingering twilights of summer ended very quickly, with hardly any warning of decline into an autumnal phase. Suddenly evening descends fast. The sun drops like a plummeting phoenix below the horizon, flaming remains collapse into the cool folds of evening. hear hear - Thursday, September 25th, 2008 I'm with theedger. theedger - Thursday, September 25th, 2008 It just seems like it all just for fun and I hope it stays that way. confidential to Controller_John - Wednesday, September 24th, 2008 Quite! (I trust Controller_John's latest is a response to conversation here and not a secret code you are passing to the bad guys ; ) BTW, are you really in New York? (Folks, the poster put "NY" in the email line, but current sys setup removes that field when msg passes into html. In this case, the program returned a server in Germany, not New York. That's interesting : ) Cheers! ; ) XTO PS I have reduced the number of repetitions in your message, as the first 10% of them made the point adequately PPS If your stated location does not match that of the server from which the post was received, I may edit that info into your name so you know that we know there is a question. Giving you the benefit of the doubt, my own server is in a remote location so I know that discrepancy alone implies nothing about your good faith. I appreciate your input!! Thanks, kassie Controller_Jonn NY from server in Berlin - Wednesday, September 24th, 2008 switch in check in check switch in check switch in check manage manage manage check switch manage in check . . . buyouts - Wednesday, September 24th, 2008 And while we're on the subject of speculation, I'd like to clarify that the taxpayers should not be paying full value for these phony mortgages. Warren Buffet isn't paying last year's stock price for Goldman stock, now is he? And neither should we pay the full "value" of the defaulted mortgages. The properties should be auctioned, and our tab should reflect the true market value. There are plenty of honest people who would have liked to buy a house over the past several years. This is a great opportunity for them. speculation - Wednesday, September 24th, 2008 . . . the quote from below, June 10, was a bit cynical at the time because unless the major media are trumpeting a story, it doesn't exist, right? So this comment was just a little ahead of the buzz. To quote: ". . . Or is it merely a truism that he who hasn't learned how to make ten thousand percent really just hasn't learned how to legally steal?" Howevver now that the stew has come to the boil, I see what real cynicism sounds like. For example, it just frustrates me to the point of apoplexy to hear media commentators describe the whole mess and then say, "And meantime the perpetrators walk away rich, of course!" to which I can only respond, "You mean, of course NOT!!" Please. Please, Get Real, America! Let's all come together, if only to slam their heads to the pavement. These are crimes. We common folk may have our day if the law is applied equally to all criminals. The crimes are too numerous and too expensive for the Dept. of Justice to undertake? How about turning some of our multitudinous flocks of lawyers to a path of "legal vigilantism." Turn them loose on the crooks and offer a monetary bounty on their quarry. Thank you. so take a tip from Chaucer -- ENJOY - Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008 Yeah, Chaucer's astounding, every character bursting with life. The tales are full of joy and laughter. WIKIPEDIA says "the poet consistently revalues and reinvents older traditions while managing to avoid completely abandoning them." We should all take a few turns around that practice every once in awhile. "What else is there? Ritual: Time. Place. Necessity." Perhaps you practice your traditions to an extreme degree. Comfort that they are, they can also drive you crazy. Try something new once in awhile. Do you fret over providing a sum of wealth to ease the fears and discomforts even of your children's children? Relax. Everything isn't up to you. Not even your own family is your own doing. Since when do you believe in purgatory anyway? I thought you were a jew. exisyBetzoots - Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008 I am getting more and more worried about the economy and global meltdown. The more things change the more they remain the same. The fundamental challenges we face today have changed little since Chaucer penned his observations on life and distilled them in a set of tales. In the modern city of Canterbury University Students analyse and dissect the meanings conveyed in texts set in that very locale in the 1300´s. Youngsters face today´s Jekyll and Hyde society not knowing that the Constants remain; love, betrayal, desire, fear. Each story conveys a lesson as we study for our degree in the University of Life, the big diploma mill of which we are all Alumni. We sit grinning like Cheshire cats, thinking we have all the answers. We call it a success when we pollute our atmosphere shooting down our own Satellite USA 193, Market Street Credibility is our preferred accreditation and recognition from our peers and fellow consumers, we Poison our Planet for Profit. Banks have crashed before and remember – you can´t eat money. Globalization has consequences. Everything we do has consequences, even something simple like buying firewood. The Oregon ODA advises not to obtain anything from out-of-state because of all the insects and diseases it might carry. That is just a relatively local issue. Imagine all the things that are carried around the world each day – each hour. We must protect our future, just as we should remember our past. All over the world, From the UK to the USA and the Seychelles to Egypt, still, yes, STILL, there is no REAL alternative to fossil fuels. Are we all going to purgatory in a wheelbarrow telling each other stories to pass the time? Sometimes I wonder! Sorry guys, I had a long day and feel sick of the world. Rant Over! Christopher Dodd, 2 Fade Away NOW -- what a putz - Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008 I just about threw up when I saw this thieving parasite walk out of the Banking Committee discussions, still at the helm, as big as the smirk on his face on the cover of the New York Times Online yesterday. So I stole this picture and crammed him into a format for cutting out and manipulating in the most humiliating fashion possible so he will perhaps open his eyes to what he has become and slink away from the public view, preferably to a place where he will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law for his blatant betrayals of the public trust. Send me the names of more of the corrupt cronies and I will make up a whole clothesline of editorial tools for leveraging the drip-drip-dripping fools out of our Congress. Raise your voices, people. These is no partisan line here, there is no color line here -- this is one place where red-blooded Americans of everystripe can march together. thetleway - Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008 How i may contact the administrator of a site? I have a question. Russo - Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008 Hello I am Russo visitor - Monday, September 22nd, 2008 A friend tells me his lady friend of a rather advanced age, an Iranian-born naturalized American citizen living in Germany, actually began to weep when they were discussing the absentee ballots they expect to receive soon for voting in the presidential election upcoming. "Please tell everyone they must not vote for Obama!" she said. "George Bush is the only one who was man enough to stand up and say Iran's president is evil. A vote for Obama is a vote for Ahmadinijad!" I thought this an interesting case, as we in the U.S. are generally unaware of the suffering of the Iranian people. Both my friend and the older woman remember Iran when it was a country where for the most part people could live their own lives. Now they are being deprived of education, and every moment of life is dominated by the religious extremists who dictate thought and behavior to the infinitesimal degree. Families have been shattered to the corners of the earth because for so many it became dangerous to stay in Iran. My friend's sisters, for example, were already grown or nearly grown when suddenly the restrictions of dress were forced upon them. The family had many unpleasant occasions to collect the girls from the religious police because their garments could not be made to work. I remember one story of the younger sister who was accused of having insufficient clothing on under the shroud. At first she thought she had forgotten to put on a skirt, but when the religious police lifted up the burka and stood staring at her naked legs, she discovered the normal movements of walking had caused the skirt and shift to ride up around her waist. Can you imagine?? Of course this sort of thing must be the least of the humiliations to which people are forced to submit. This family fled in all directions with different members landing in Greece, Italy, Turkey, USA, England. To their credit they kept trying to come back together and for the most part now live in the United States. I thought the least I could do for this poor woman would be to convey her message that a vote for Obama is a vote for Ahmadinijad. I really never did hear that before. XTO - Monday, September 22nd, 2008 The number of visits from esteemed readers in Serbia, Montenegro, Poland, Hungary, Austria, Germany and Netherlands over the past couple of weeks (added to the always ubiquitous visits from Russia, Ukraine, Romania, Hungary and other former soviet-block nations) has added significantly to the recovery of the site's standing. Maybe the site's booming growth was what brought it to Google's attention in the first place, precipitating their kicking us to the curb ; ) But it's okay now. We surge anew! thanks in great part to the readers of this page. So many visits are from university system servers that I wonder, are we going to get an offer for a HARRIER ANGEL production from one of these places soon?? You know you want it! Spread the word. casz - Saturday, September 20th, 2008 Just to be perfectly clear, I am interested in these developments and appreciate thoughtful inputs on most subjects related to arts and culture (including politics). Of course I am in no position to verify that odommania's comments are indeed factual. However I do agree they certainly are interesting. stephanazs - Saturday, September 20th, 2008 Interesting facts.I have bookmarked this site. stephanazs odommania - Saturday, September 20th, 2008 Georgia Offers Fresh Evidence on War´s Start A new front has opened between Georgia and Russia, now over which side was the aggressor whose military activities early last month ignited the lopsided five-day war. At issue is new intelligence, inconclusive on its own, that nonetheless paints a more complicated picture of the critical last hours before war broke out. Georgia has released intercepted telephone calls purporting to show that part of a Russian armored regiment crossed into the separatist enclave of South Ossetia nearly a full day before Georgia´s attack on the capital, Tskhinvali, late on Aug. 7. judy - Friday, September 19th, 2008 I you all love!H xto - Wednesday, September 17th, 2008 You're very welcome. I'd like to remind visitors that the url is http://nine3.com/HarrierAngel/graphics/RRV.pdf It has been gratifying to see the steady stream of downloads of this lead sheet, and also of the instrumental practice track, www.nine3.com/RRVtrad.html especially often recently from Serbia, Montenegro, Lebanon, and other places associated with newly-brilliant progress in potential for self-realization of individuals, as well as recent tragic upheavals in once-brilliant cities and nations. I hope this song may restore you to happiness for the miracle of being alive, for all its fruits, juices and thorns. My high school class has heard of the suicide of one of our mates yesterday. This tragedy has stirred an outpouring of stories and sentiments, and this song has been in my practice today. I hope you may sing it, too, and in so doing remember in the deepest part of your existence the reason for being is for light, life, and love. xxxx,your cristo Mike - Wednesday, September 17th, 2008 Just a quick word of thanks!... for posting the words/music for Red River Valley in PDF for free :) Sserver - Saturday, September 13th, 2008 Hi! E-Mail http://www.s-server.net/mod.php?name=Tarif&op=ShowDomain Bye for now! xto - Friday, September 12th, 2008 The visitor's site is very cool, with many wonderful photos and illustrations of botanicals. Crazy about botanicals, myself ; ) If I could clone me the way you can clone most of this order of life, one of me would have studied botany. Hey, rhyming again! diggit! Thanks for posting. eruccubterlof - Friday, September 12th, 2008 Hi! Very good site! Very much it to be pleasant to me. Please visit page my site: http://sparja.ru/page.php?p=gribkolcevik xto - Friday, September 12th, 2008 Sorry! Here's the multidimensional numbering system jpg. I'm trying to get mathematicians to use graphical numerals in their hexadecimal calculators -- have created fonts for these figures to plug in to software calculators. The first two courses comprise a base-16 system called "Sexadecimal" (the accurate name for "hexadecimal" which was so-named b/c the IBM guys who invented it thought the correct expression sounded nasty ; ) Anyway, if you include all four courses, it becomes a base-32 system -- handling HUGE numbers -- but it still retains the capability of enabling quick divisibility, summing, etc., because the visual component wherein all the courses contain mirror images of [instant corollaries with] their counterparts and are thus instantly comprehensible, visually, like an abacus. "Pi" of course is no longer at or around "3" when calculated in different base systems. But the figure from our decimal system for Pi (standing in at "3") is the reminder of the "pulse" ("fat" and "thin" values) that calculations in this system can account for. Guess it could seem a little nutty (or at least highly controversial) without all the proofs and rules required in a proper system, but it still gets a lot of downloads ; ) The graphic at right is actually twice the size shown here, so if you download it, it will be a lot more legible. your concept - Friday, September 12th, 2008 I couldn't open the attachment u sent. said inc - Thursday, September 11th, 2008 confidential to the special apps for industrial diamond folks who tried to post -- very interesting company, but you still have to say something thoughtful before your message will pass muster with the monitor, i.e., with me : ) There are a remarkable number of recent attempts to post by people who have nothing to say, at least not in English. Sorry to disappoint -- I hope to catch a few minutes to write a real entry soon. Thanks, casz hurricane prophylactics - Friday, September 5th, 2008 Er, suppose that could be so. I do tend to assume a certain level of common sense on the part of those who, in the general course of exploring solution, are looking at options suggested by others. So, okay, yes. Do try it out a tropical storm that has not yet become a raging banshee ; ) Pick a low-level storm that our best estimates expect to advance in severity. Then, if it retreats instead, the changes that occur may reasonably be attributed to something other than mere coincidence. Thanks the reality check : ), tropical storms - Thursday, September 4th, 2008 If they do decide to test your hurricane prevention method, I hope someone will have the sense to apply it to a tropical storm before it becomes a 'urricane! caszy ru - Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 After two years of relative quiet on the hurricane front in the tropics, 2008's is a pretty busy season. In the new piece in development by the workshop (working title, "Pieces of Mind") the middle section is "Chaos," correponding to Necessity (one of the four component parts of mind described by the Greek philosopher Thales, the other three of which are Time, Place and Intellect). One of the group asked how to characterize Necessity as a component of mind, and the present hurricane season seemed to present a useful example. Necessity will be found operating constantly in life, towards maintaining the material support that keeps body and soul together -- fundamentally, food and shelter. Necessity is also the factor that rears up to force a radical reordering of priorities when, for example, a hurricane strikes. All of the qualities of one's mind can be altered in a heartbeat from the manageable routine where Necessity is undeniably a factor yet very little in evidence -- perhaps even allowing a level of freedom from want that makes writing musical theater possible. Then suddenly things change: SURVIVE. KEEP THE WATER OUT. FLEE! On a lovely evening promenade down by the sea, thankfully far away from the tropics, GJC and I tried to think of ways we could disrupt a hurricane. What we arrived at was the stockpiling of fireworks loaded not with gunpowder but with frozen liquid gas or gases. The weather service aircraft flying into the eye of the hurricane should discharge these special "fireworks" ("liquid nitrogen bombs" of various configurations and effects) directly into the stream and perhaps also into the super low pressure atmosphere in the eye. The rapid dispersal of these devices and their pattern-breaking cooling effects might stymie the weather system, causing it to break down before it gathers sufficient energy and momentum to be destructive. What do you think of this hypothesis? So far I've no reason to think it lacks potential. Thus has procrastination engendered a new invention, for I was supposed to be drumming this lyric into my head in preparation for setting it to music, as my contribution to the Chaos section of "Pieces of Mind." THE WIRE SONG For electromagnetic induction You let it spin and cut the line As it stops and goes, the current flows In a binary force of mind But why are all the wires drawing Signals out of range when By the law of self induction I must resist the change refrain All I know is all I know It comes in through my radio What does it say in my dossier? And if they tell can I take it well? Are you hearing language in the static on the phone Signal to noise improves when you own The messages and the messages and the Messages are all one So if your head can take A minor audio tweak You suddenly find your core information Travelling peak to peak So what´s the frequency, Danny? A hundred percent out of phase Just flip your periodicity, man Next time you enjoy the exchange refrain All I know is all I know It comes in through my radio So what does it say in your dossier? And if they tell, will it cast a spell? bridge W. Fandango -- oh, where is he He once explained all this so passionately refrain2 All I know is all I know It comes in on my radio And what does it say in your dossier? And if they tell, will you take it well? vamp And if say tell, will you run away? And if you cry, can you tell me why? And if you're broke, should you bum a smoke? I am thinking the music will be loop-based, which implies the use of sequences (or "canned" audio bits) in the performance. But since we're likely to be using lots of sounds effects which will probably be sequenced, what's the difference? I have a large collection of audio samples, most of them never used. This could be a fun way to approach such a piece. Wish me luck -- workshop is in a little over 2 weeks. Pleace and love, your cristobal albertcupi - Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 http://accessories.albert.st/accessories/sitemap.php enjoy. nami - Monday, September 1st, 2008 Hi! name - Sunday, August 31st, 2008 Hello!, Dan - Saturday, August 23rd, 2008 Just wanted to say helloo obliskstets - Friday, August 22nd, 2008 Hi Bye WoobbyCrype - Friday, August 22nd, 2008 Good Site. Best autor. Enjoy xto - Friday, August 22nd, 2008 It's very cheering to see we have readers on servers of some oil companies in Iran and elsewhere in the Middle East, as well as some large contractors in the region. Perhaps they are still thinking they would like us to do the HARRIER ANGEL concert in that part of the world. That would be amazingly. We are ready and able, thanks to the decision to use hired musicians rather than having a regular band. Nobody has to starve between gigs, and we can put it together very quickly (see http://www.nine3.com/Concert ). My internal clock is still turned around from having done the NYC trip in one day, but it is getting easier. The workshop is exciting as it's so very much work and interplay between people and no one knows yet what it is going to produce. Quite frankly, I can easily see it could come to nothing in the way of a show, just lots of neat experiences working with new and different people all the time. A wonderful choreography, Nicole (there's that name again ; ) has expressed interest in choreographing two of the numbers from HARRIER ANGEL -- "TO HERE" and "BAD DREAM ON EASY STREET." This could be a part of the proposed workshop show or independent of it. Nicole is a busy and dedicated dancer and choreographer so I have a feeling this could become a reality. The script had some hammer and tong applied to it and demands another draft as soon as possible. We remain rather freeform, trying things that may have no practical application in the final piece at all as well as including some very funny bits that popped up spontaneously and some revisions to avoid offending religious sentiments, the latter of which to me seems unfortunate in the sense that such restrictions might well reduce the depths we can hope to plumb. Wouldn't you know it -- it's the Moses thing, with the great leader's anger with the deity now stopping well short of firing the weapon at heaven. I'm sure most people would agree that anger with the deity is a very real component of human psychological makeup and in no way threatens Himself. Like atheism, it's a comment on and a reflection of the human condition only, as heaven can very well manage for itself. In favor of showing the great man letting his beast out on our stage, Moses was well-known to be a pretty angry guy. Yet perhaps the most interesting reason to include him is that The Books of Moses (the first five books of the Bible) are fundamental to the three contending religions of (in chronological order of emergence) Jews, Christians and Muslims. As an aside, I just wondered whether the Olympic Games in Beijing and related media features on Chinese culture that showed myriad preparations of worms and insects and the like have underscored a large area of commonality -- culinary tastes -- among those who call The Books of Moses. Anyway, the main difficulty seems to be that one of our company plays the organ at services of a Baptist congregation in New York City, and he feels he cannot participate in anything that would disrespect their sensitivities. I'm hoping we can be soothing to apparently raw emotions on this topic and still get our artistic licks in towards the end of helping to lift and enlighten as well as entertain. As I hope is very well known to the readership, I would do nothing I thought had any chance of injuring Heavenly Father. Our working title is "Pieces of Mind" and follows the train of thought running through "Pieces of One" and "Chain of Being." Hoping it is Stoppard-esque enough to draw comparisons to Master Tom. Please tell your friends to drop by and say hello, and don't be a stranger yourself. It's so gratifying to note that after Google kicked us to the curb a few months ago, it is the readership here that is largely responsible for bringing us about half way back already. Nice going! in peace profound, your cristobal Oscizeliaisse - Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 Hello. Good site. Enjoy casz - Tuesday, August 19th, 2008 Tomorrow I attend another meeting at the Ripley Grier Studios -- lots of fun, exciting even. The piece I conceived as a Tom Stoppard-esque romp through Thales (or at least a musical and comical explanation of his theory of the mind) is front and center, scheduled for half of the 4-hour meeting. The second draft I provided is as full of holes as a Swiss cheese, but hopefully it will spark the imaginations of my colleagues and we will start going at it hammer and tong, to arrive -- even more than at a finished piece -- as a group of artists of various stripes and styles who can really work together. So be it! Willem - Sunday, August 17th, 2008 Hi, all. Nice site...I really like your site ! Good job man. xto - Saturday, August 16th, 2008 Funny question about the salary figure. I recall a friend's salary in 1974 -- at $16,000 (and working for the government), she was making a lot more than I was. Then when I got promoted to Art Director and was making $20,000, that seemed like a fortune. BTW, "girls and tuner cars [i guess you mean cars with radios?] harry s truman and social security" is a sweet insight into the poetry of America in a simpler time -- it's almost a song lyric. And it's very much in tune with "Take Me For A Drive" -- check out the live performance: http://www.nine3.com/Concert_F/TMFAD_F.html I'm mad for automotive transport -- it's sublime! enabling the escalation of private life to include moments that resemble the paradisical. And let's not forget air conditioning! Sweet! Smoofannestem - Saturday, August 16th, 2008 funny chink how much is 16 000 salary in 1970 worth today Lampof Maosy - Friday, August 15th, 2008 Hi Webmaster! It was a pleasure to look through this site! there is a lot of new and fresh ideas)!Thank You xto - Friday, August 15th, 2008 You guys are so easy! Thanks for letting me know you are smiling again when you visit here. But you know, of course, I'm no partisan. Let's see if this European attitude is more than the usual complacency and narrow self-interest, eh. Europe's willingness to allow the imperatives of old empires to continue in play is not unprecedented. Maybe they should try something different this time. If repeated, it may yet prove how much better it would be to stand for something, such as a commitment to supporting democratically elected governments, commitment to the checks and balances that prevent the political bad faith that can so easily use democratic processes to circumvent democracies, and commitment to trusting the voice of the people. Medvedev - Friday, August 15th, 2008 I like This site! Thanks! BusRuiltsning - Friday, August 15th, 2008 girls and tuner cars harry s truman and social security xto - Friday, August 15th, 2008 Oh, hi, Vlad. Putin - Thursday, August 14th, 2008 I like This site! Thanks! fleksguegolal - Tuesday, August 12th, 2008 I like you site - www.nine3.com I am happy to tell you, the URL free of acharge attractive domain. Visit it online exam training mynameisgoor - Tuesday, August 12th, 2008 Hello. Your Site is good. Its good life. xto - Tuesday, August 12th, 2008 Thanks for posting on Ossetia's situation. The YouTube link is a horrific account of human suffering, and an eloquent reminder to US citizenry that "the truth is out there" so people need not rely in mainstream media for insight -- in fact, they do so at their peril. I had heard privately that Georgia's president is a political manipulator (in the YouTube vid compared to Saddam Hussein), and that if he had tended to politics and business in good faith the entire region would have been prospering and advancing. His preference for the powerplay has brought this on. Some say Turkey's subtle manipulations of Mikheil Saakashvili are obvious, and that Europeans would rather see Russian influence than Turkish. Medexpert_Nick - Tuesday, August 12th, 2008 What is really going on in South Ossetia http://ru.youtube.com/watch?v=oLoBckWl-dg http://ossetians.com/eng/news.php?newsid=459&f=36 xto - Sunday, August 10th, 2008 The url you posted with your latest was "not found" -- this is just to let you know the guestbook is monitored and all links sent in are tested. If they are found to be questionable in any way (or even if they are merely thematically unrelated) they cannot be included with your message, sorry. Lampop Maosw - Saturday, August 9th, 2008 Thanks for taking the time and effort in creating this content to share your knowledge with all of us. Hello again - Friday, August 1st, 2008 The rehearsal space in nyc is charming. The workshop is coming together too, I think -- at least, we have our mission. I hope we can pull it off, demonstrating what I have come to believe is the true miracle of human existence, and that is working together. So far so good. Thanks, WGN! The idea we've chosen for development has great potential. I didn't finish my war story about the RAZZ at the theater who were disappointed to have given a pet composer of theirs a commission to recompose my piece after it turned out someone should have had a conversation with me about that before they all travelled down the primrose path together, talking about how freaking brilliant it was all going to be once it had someone else's name listed as composer -- someone, need we confirm, with the right academic credentials to be taken seriously as a contender for the limelight 'pon the wicked stage. I believe I must have been the last to know about the amazingly brilliant plan. I had become friendly with a soprano who was singing one of the roles, and went to her home for tea. I saw the work lying on the table and asked if she had started working on it yet. She said, "No, I figured I would wait. What would be the point anyway, since the whole thing is being recomposed." "What?" I nearly fainted. "Who told you that?" I went to see ET. In a truly horrible moment, the beaming ET told me he was proud to be able to offer me a wonderful opportunity, as he was going to "svengali" me "to a big career" having secured a commission for himself to recompose The RAZZ. I hope dragging this tale from the depths will put it to rest. It has certainly lain like a banked coal in the bottom of my psyche for nearly ten years. On the theory that the truth will out, here it is. In truth, the reason I began telling the tale here in the first place is that the bad aftermath of my refusing this opportunity to be plundered included many difficult and ugly moments, including my having to remove the music director who had unfortunately fallen into the trap created by ET -- essentially being used as the key to making ET's intellectual property grab turn into a commission from the theater. I actually never demanded anyone tell me all the details, since it wasn't pertinent to the action I set myself to do, and I couldn't see the value of getting caught up in politics when I had a plot to circumvent and a reading to see through. It was truly disillusioning enough to watch it all unfold. Having invited my participation in the first place, it would have been rather difficult to throw me out, so they satisfied themselves with trying to prevent it going on. Thankfully, the original music director and I remain good friends to this day, so that part turned out okay. But getting that little show up was absolutely brutal. After a great deal of searching, pleading and beating the bushes to find a new music director, a friend finally agreed to take on the job. This fellow is a veritable lion of a man, with three times the strength and vitality of anyone else in the show. A mariner and sea captain as well as a lawyer and music director, he would leap onto the stage with a single bound, like a big cat. It was glorious to have such a talented and beautiful man come in to finish the job. The basis for the need to recompose the piece was an argument that my piece was not written because no sense could be made of the score I provided. Cat Man dispatched this notion without any fuss whatsoever. He had the music ready in a week because, of course, I am not actually so stupid that I cannot write conventional notation, despite the fact that I did not attend college in Boston. I'm concealing the identity of the heroic music director a little bit here as I think the whole affair still a rather painful memory for him. Unlike my own, his background does qualify his acceptance as a peer in this exalted group of intellectuals. I know he was thoroughly shocked and mortified and wholly unprepared for rough treatment. For of course, as you might well expect, ET wasn't finished yet. The show was in two parts -- The RAZZ and a showcase of new theater music from various composers. ET fired the new music director from the showcase half of the show. I'd never seen the dear Cat Man so depressed. And so my friend and I were cursed to walking the gauntlet together for the remaining weeks of the rehearsals and performances. Imagine walking past killing stares day after day. Smiling pleasantly and saying hello as though nothing at all were the matter was the way I was raised to cope. "Ignore it," was what my mother always said. "Pretend it isn't happening," would have been equally useless as a strategy, and I did both of those things, even as every possible opportunity to embarass me further was exploited with vengeance. People who had once been so open in their admiration of the piece turned cold as rigor mortis with shame at having to work with the one who was being shunned, or embarrassment at having expressed enthusiasms for the work of someone who, it turned out, was not going to be approved after all, except perhaps in the unlikely event that hell should suddenly freeze over. When I rose to speak briefly before the performance, somehow the microphone someone else had used only a moment before suddenly wouldn't work any more (this actually happened at both venues). An artistic director who introduced herself to me after a performance and told me how greatly she enjoyed my work turned out to hate my guts the next day when I tried to follow up on her interest. I heard second or third hand that the theater management had hated it and said, "We would never do anything this intellectual," which was amazing considering when I was finally given the audience response forms and tabulating every single category of response I discovered that fully 97% of them were positive to glowing, with comments like "extraordinary" and "the music is highly original." To me the most astonishing part of the post mortem on this experience took place almost a year later. I had decided to be very careful about the way I withdrew from the group, continuing to attend meetings and collaborate on new pieces. I was assigned with a composer and book writer (both men) to write lyrics for a scene we were to develop together. When we met for the first time, the two of them had already decided to musicalize a scene from a popular novel. The composer preferred to have lyrics before he began, so I wrote the lyric and gave it to him. The composer composed -- a gorgeously frivolous confection Richard Rodgers would have been proud to call his own. The book writer was for some reason just barely able to write five pages of dialog in support of the song in time for the performance, and ended up using many phrases and lines of dialog taken directly from the novel, which naturally read quite amusingly. When I got my copy of the music, I saw that the book writer (a Harvard man) had been credited with my lyric -- not second credit, but first credit. In fact he wrote not one single word of that lyric, and no matter what I did or said to anyone over the next few months to correct this, it was all to no avail and I finally had to cut and paste the correction onto the copy that went to the US Office of Copyrights. I wrote email to the book writer titled, "Stop it, man. You're embarrassing me" suggesting he should tell the composer unequivocally to remove the erroneous credit from the sheet music as he had no doubt been sufficiently embarrassed by the falsity already. And, no surprise here, I received an email from the book writer in the most incomprehensible doublespeak rationalizing every hope he could ever muster in an apparent effort to convince me that indeed his name should appear ahead of mine on a lyric that he had not lifted a single finger to create, not one word was his. When I told them I would not be participating in the workshop the next year, the aforementioned book writer actually pleaded and cajoled in his most winsome tones to attempt to convince me to return. Why would he do this? I will never understand it. I did not acquiesce, and when he asked why, I said, "Intellectual honesty is at an absolute minimum." He was so stunned his jaw literally went slack, so I repeated my statement, verbatum. I think he still did not understand. At this reading, the aforementioned book writer writes for the Boston Globe and presumably is living happily ever after. The most painful and damaging effect of the entire exercise, exemplified by the case of the amazing shrinking artistic director, was the thoroughgoing, blanket character assassination undertaken by ET and his infuriated patrons against me throughout channels wide and deep in darkly encrusted old beantown. I venture out but very little toward promoting my work in this town. If there are many people who think they know something about me, at least they must admit, like the theater management, that we have never had a conversation. I have not told this tale before, not in such a formal way as this. Advisors who no doubt have much better sense than I urged me to meet with every single person I could find to tell them my side of the story and explain what ET had done. At the time I could think of no more repulsive way to continue on the path of humiliation and degradation than going around town meeting with people for the sole purpose of attempting to clear my name by saying dreadful things about someone else. That is simply something that was never going to happen. This wasn't my first, but probably my most painful, lesson on the subject of why artists usually must leave Boston. But that is mere conventional wisdom -- not the sort of thinking I usually find very compelling. At any rate, I still believe that the kind of thinking that keeps a beautiful and blessed city like Boston mired in the cultural backwater can literally turn on a dime -- reverse direction, reverse trend -- and suddenly begin to enable unlimited brilliance seemingly at the drop of a hat. That, as you may know, is the intention of UPSIDE DOWNSTAIRS -- to show the many good people who may not be in the very top positions of authority that they should nevertheless watch and wait for the moment when it will be possible to get their licks in for the right and the good, after all -- and that wonderful and unexpected gifts await the courageous. At any rate, I still haven't given up. But I am doing much better at the moment, playing with a group in NYC ; ) So there is the end to my tale of woe, and may fortunes rise like a phoenix now that the ashes lie spent and cooling at the tip of the lordly creature's flaming wing. yours, cristo casz - Friday, August 1st, 2008 Sorry I cannot publish the foreign language posts. It looks like you are saying a lot, though! Wish I knew what you are saying. Ssend notes in English, won't you? thanks. jeroen - Thursday, July 31st, 2008 Hi, everybodyr Lampoj Maoso - Thursday, July 31st, 2008 Good site! 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Really busy now with 2 things on short deadlines where the worst part of it hasn't even come in and it's already late, eh. Trying to make it to a meeting in NYC Wednesday. Loving it. Wish me luck! See ya! cx Elena - Sunday, July 20th, 2008 Hi everybody! john - Sunday, July 20th, 2008 I can find the prayer I want. I thank God for this website. Alexander - Thursday, July 17th, 2008 hi all! springspring - Wednesday, July 16th, 2008 Hello,,im new here,,i just wanna say hello to all. cyncPoict - Tuesday, July 15th, 2008 Best web site! Great! :) TessrTorn - Friday, July 11th, 2008 As Apple Inc. rolled out its newest iPhone in Asia on Friday, dealers and buyers said it's only a matter of time — maybe as little as a few days — before the popular device hits the region's thriving underground marketplace. boys having fun - Thursday, July 10th, 2008 Welcome, visitors from Ecole des Hautes Etudes Commerciales (HEC). These are indeed lessons learned in time, presented here to help prepare you for tests to come. I hope and suppose there's something like a statute of limitations on anecdotes, after which time it becomes possible, permissible, and perhaps even necessary, to tell the tales. May stories have a bad guy any more? If you think not, then I can be sensitive to that, and can easily rationalize on ET's behalf. In fact, I can put him into any number of scenarios that would explain quite plausibly how he could have done what he did without being a bad person. Actually the best I would probably be able to do for him is acknowledge he was well equipped intellectually to assure himself and quite a few others that he certainly didn't intend to do anything dishonest. I know very well, for example, "where he was coming from." He was coming from Harvard. He was a regular swell from there, complete with the not uncommon sense of entitlement such rarified specimens may be seen to exhibit throughout their careers unless for some reason they hit the wall and splatter like a proper egg against the unexpected resilience of less sophisticated, less confident or less willing prey. I hadn't been aware of the new musical theater workshop ET founded. He telephoned and invited me to join. A Nine Three Configuration had already produced the world premiere performances of HARRIER ANGEL, and nine3.com had been in existence for three or four years. I mention this to assure you that I was not naive. There had been plenty of scrapes with would-be plagiarists and others devoid of intellectual honesty along the path to blowing about $35K out of pocket (up to that point, and not counting my own time) on HARRIER ANGEL. Along with the libretto, I had written a "score" of lead sheets (melodies with chord changes) for the entire piece, and these I had given to a series of arrangers who, for about $125 per track, prepared quick recordings with vocals (mine) and without vocals for rehearsal references. These I provided when searching for the music director. To my surprise it took several months to find a music director and musicians who did not demand composing credit. In a couple of cases I had actually hired and begun rehearsing before the heinous expectations and retaliations at their being unmet would surface. Circumventing these predators consumed vast levels of time, energy and expense as again and again the great cliché of the wars on the creative front around Beantown were proven: unless you have already succeeded and are protected by fame and money, your work is fair game. Moreover, if it's any good at all, you should expect plenty of people to take a run at it. This is another facet of what it means when it's said of musical theater, "It's really tough." Here let me assure you how very glad I am to say that plenty of good things happened also on the road to making HARRIER ANGEL a reality. One good thing that happened is that I did find an honest man to be the music director. A music educator whose schooling matched and exceeded the schooling of anyone who had proclaimed my songs unwritten and thus fair game to be "recomposed," this wonderful man said the notation was fine, very clear and accurate, and he quickly put it in shape and into the hands of five ardent young rockers from the local scene who would play it. That was the very good thing about the musical component of that production. Then there was the GREAT thing about the musical component of this production: the wonderful music director http://www.nine3.com/credits.html had a special talent for medley, and he arranged a bona fide Overture, a true medley of the hooks and melodies from the show's songs. Doug Anderson's Overture remains with the piece and to this day it is still one of my favorite tracks on the album. http://www.nine3.com/Concert/ This lengthy entry was made necessary by the need to assure you that when I joined ET's group and The RAZZ was slated for an outing, I was pretty well versed in the instant recognition department when yet another aspiring plagiarist turned his face in my direction and smiled at me through the jar encasing his head in what was certainly intended to be disarmingly pleasant exercise in theater games. At the time, I was the only female member of the group. I wouldn't swear this fact had special bearing on the case. But in any event, once more I found my self considered to be not only a highly interesting talent but also one of the mere flock, for the fleecing. War Stories - Monday, July 7th, 2008 Searching through the archives for something else entirely, I ran across this poster from a performance of "THE RAZZ" when it was titled the "Fin de Millennium RAZZ" instead of the "Fin Demonium RAZZ," as it is today. I thought I had lost this image from a performance that was all but lost to history itself, having been expunged from the history of the theater after a slight disaster of attempted piracy. It's a funny story now. A fellow who was apparently considered to be the next big thing in new musical theater coming out of Beantown, who will be known here simply as Enfant Terrible or "ET" for short, invited me to submit my "RAZZ" for performance in a festival of new works. Okay, it was not to be a full performance, but a "Book in Hand" reading with some blocking and, in this case, indicative costume. I cannot describe the heights of my elation. I was happier than happy. Having a work solicited for a program made it easy, too. It was a miraculous gift that didn't even reqire the filling out of applications, writing of essays, copying of manuscripts, disguising pleas in if not elegance then at least dignity in brief but pithy cover letters, and mailing of large envelopes. However, in the case of this group, I had actually already done many times that amount of work in the form of creating and hosting a web site for them, developing identity and marketing materials, and so on. To me it did seem logical and fair that ET, the director of the group, should be interested in seeing how one of my works would fare with an audience. I was working hard to prove a valuable asset in as many ways as possible. Such humble requirements as having to work for my share do not bother me in the slightest. I happen to enjoy design, marketing and promotion of entertainments like theater, concerts and charity fundraisers. As commercial work goes, it can be pretty satisfying creatively. Results are tangible. What more could be asked of endeavors that are remunerated on the material gain plane? It was the top. Of course, the main reason The RAZZ was invited is that it is a highly amusing, intriguing, cheeky and inventive piece that ET had openly admired. The first music director was one of the composers already involved in the group. I say "first music director" and you know there are going to be a few bumps in the road. More later, tata, darlings! lo-test, no-test - Monday, July 7th, 2008 If you would like to leave a message, please do so. If the moderator deems it to be of sufficient interest, it will appear here. No tests will be posted. Thanks. casz - Monday, July 7th, 2008 If you were this guy, would you be shooting at a helicopter or . . . ? the deity, Himself?? Pretty hard core. Maybe I should put up a t-shirt design for a much sweeter feel, eh! Just stretching the range, yr's h'mbly, xto boys having fun - Monday, July 7th, 2008 T-shirt design . . . xto - Sunday, July 6th, 2008 I keep saying that, too ; ) gengoparm - Sunday, July 6th, 2008 Funny Things coming later !!! household bank - Saturday, June 28th, 2008 Nice Site! http://google.com richard bown - Friday, June 27th, 2008 Where do you go during the summer vacation? I go to Barcelona. Who goes to Barcelona yet? Teenage pregnancy pact - Monday, June 23rd, 2008 Maybe they'll start a Fat Farm of Studio Art . Whether the pregnant ladies of Gloucester, Mass. did or did not commit to a pregnancy pact to conceive at the same time and raise their children together, I am happy to realize it is at least becoming obvious that this is an option. I'm beginning to understand what Professor Beiger meant when he said HARRIER ANGEL was written decades before its time. In the first act of HARRIER ANGEL, there is shock and consternation that Angeline wants the baby conceived with the wrong man at the wrong time. Her new lover (not the fetus's sire) sings the personal and societal outrage at her behavior and her decision to follow her heart and carry the pregnancy to term. This work appeared on stage in 1995, and the web page http://nine3.com/X0012_HA_Angeline.html appeared as soon as the existence of the internet and the author's proficiency with html could permit (I think this page appeared for the first time in 1994). Please listen to the song and consider what society sees compared to what Naomi sees. "That smile is a mask of pain. "To this girl, for whom nothing in the world could be more important than loving and being loved, they were saying it was wrong. "Oh, but never you mind, my Angeline. It turns out they say this just because you don't have an owner — there's no man to stake the claim. "Yet, for some time now, that hasn't even mattered. A girl can use her own, her mother's, or any other name. "So if you want your baby, then go ahead and have it. You are my hero. My number one angel, Angeline. I should be so lucky as to be your child, too. " Luckily, the best thing Angeline could do is go home to mother. Luckily, Naomi has already ripped the fabric of an illusion that conceals the fait accompli of radical social revolution in America. It is indeed possible for a young woman like Angeline to own her own soul, to be free to follow her own heart. The flagship institution already exists. It is Griselda's Fat Farm of Studio Art "-- an artistic and creative world of the girls, for the girls, and by the girls" invented to be a place where they and their babies may exist, grow and flourish, supported by the rest of the women, infants, children, craftsmen and artisans of Griselda's FFSA, and despite the possible lack of a sire's name stamping approval. So, lucky for Angeline, she has the perfect place to go. But Griselda's needs Angeline as much as Angeline needs Griselda's. And now methinks the young ladies of the world are beginning to notice that such a world does exist already, they have but to live it. humor most welcome - Sunday, June 22nd, 2008 Someone keeps sending jokes, which I appreciate even though it would run counter to the purpose of this page to let them appear here. I like your tone. Please don't be discouraged by the failure of your efforts to appear here. Perhaps someday you will get the courage to send them directly from your own isp instead of bouncing them around the world a few times first : ) BTW, congratulations on the (seven, wasn't it?) Tony awards. subprime cards - Sunday, June 22nd, 2008 Nice Site! http://google.com ninespoopay - Thursday, June 19th, 2008 I like you site - www.nine3.com It is a pleasure to say aboutno feesusefull website. Take a look legal forms documents – http://www.10minutelegalforms.com here for you. casz - Saturday, June 14th, 2008 If you have a show in the running for a Tony, break a leg! I'd love to think of your group swimming in cash. Guruchel - Saturday, June 14th, 2008 I´m happy to see you working I love you, too - Saturday, June 14th, 2008 Really : ) Thanks for checking in. BTW, is there any way you all who are sending notes in . . . ? (don't even know what language it is half the time, so sorry) . . . please post in English. Thanks. Junior - Saturday, June 14th, 2008 I love you so much! Great place to visit! f032df Halo - Friday, June 13th, 2008 Keep a good work man! f032df Unison - Friday, June 13th, 2008 That´s right! no mo abracadabra - Wednesday, June 11th, 2008 Did you hear the horrible news about witch doctors in Africa prescribing body parts from other human beings for a cure? specifically, they are killing albinos (unpigmented people), who in the local jargon are called "zero zero" in the usual pattern of marginalization that eases group acceptance of barbaric practices. "Bring me the hand of an albino," the faker says, and the ignorant do it. Duh, somebody ought to come down on those witch doctors, eh? with BOTH feet. PLEASE! Speculation - Tuesday, June 10th, 2008 It's obvious to me by now that there is a pattern of speculation in the so-called free markets that in my lifetime I've seen, beginning with the savings and loan industry crisis, that has now made passes through industries of oil, mortgages, securities, dotcoms, back to oil and mortgages together, and also now lumping in banking and {coming soon from a predatory trader you may even know} . . . perhaps, the insurance industry? To me that would seem par for this course. I suppose those who see the loopholes in the system and figure out ways to exploit them think they are smart. But in truth many if not most people can easily see the same avenues or "opportunities" if they are rotten enough to fixate on it, figure out a way, and take the plunge. Having such abilities to seek and discover opportunities of various types is actually quite a commonplace among those who survive their infancy. However, to realize one could choose to live by the law of the jungle, so to speak -- to live by greed and feel inclined to return little or nothing -- is something most people, would find a repulsive and highly stressful mode of existence. I often get novel ideas for exploiting weaknesses and opportunities I can see (conceive) in existing systems. But to me that is all these ideas are -- stories and entertainments. Most people with any imagination could say the same I am sure. But there will always be some who are disposed to making it fast and big by taking a clever and easy way to the top and the intention of getting out before the house of cards comes down. The electronic age enables greater than ever numbers of such characters to go beyond musing and amusing themselves with the possibilities, and get in on the game of the bigtime opportunists. I've known a fellow for some years, one of the "active traders" literally living off stock market activity as the sole source of income (or visible income, at any rate). This guy got his feet wet as an independent trader during the dotcom boom. In the dotcom bust I saw him lose everything and over the next ten years claw his way back into the black. He describes himself as a spiritual person, and is a vegetarian for what seem to be political as well as health reasons. A former adherent to the hare krishna movement, he learned the methods of operating in the marketplace to make money grow as if by magic when he worked in the money handling area of the hare krishna temple. For a long time now he has attended the temple rituals only occasionally. It isn't unusual to hear him say his conscience bothers him because of the way he makes his living, that he'd like to find a way to give something back to balance the karma he fears he is amassing. I have never found it necessary to look very far for ways to give something back, since the pleas of the disenfranchised seem to stream from every direction. My husband is a generous supporter of several organizations serving poor children, veterans, police and fire fighters and the diseased. I, as the resident artisan with little responsibility (i.e., money) to call my own, am at the level of one who studies "parking karma." I believe I mentioned this previously. Essentially, it is the enactment of divinity -- becoming heaven's hand in the equation "ask and it will be given" -- wherein you give alms to beggars when they ask, and then watch in delight as the cosmos reciprocates on the same level as you have enacted heaven, heaven will return the favor. A direct way to verify this is that you may, when you know you are going to need a parking space in Boston, ask heaven for a parking place which you plan to use for a specific amount of time. If your account is paid-up within this very basic level of cause and effect ("parking karma"), when you arrive at your destination the parking place you need will be waiting, sometime with time remaining on the meter. If this sounds like a joke, you should test it for yourself. I assure you that for me at least it is a very reliable way to avoid paying fees in parking garages. Anyway, to return to the illustration of my active trader acquaintance, he has asked favors of me on numerous occasions, and I have sometimes been able to help. At least once I discovered after the fact that my action may have facilitated a deal that, had I known in advance the result of my contribution, I would have withheld. Then that, perhaps, would have been the last time he would ever call. However I did help him out, and so it was not the last time I would hear from him. I was to hear from him, at this juncture at least, one more time. The last time I heard from him, he told me he had extra cash and needed it in order to show a balance in his bank account. His idea was that he should give me the money, along with an invoice for professional services in that same amount, which I would then pay with a cheque that he could in turn deposit in his bank. Politely declining this "offer" time after time only brought more warmth to his appeals so that in the end I had to let him know I am aware such activities are in the category of bank fraud, a serious crime. "No, no, no, no. You misunderstand," he said, and roused himself to yet another slightly altered but no less self-serving explanation of why I should comply. Under the previous poster's list of the ancient Egyptian tenets of testing purity that says, "I have had no intimacy with worthless men," I am hopeful that the last time I heard from the active trader shall remain the last time I ever heard from him, for there can no longer be any doubt that this supposedly highly spiritually sensitive and aware person would like to be a criminal, or is one. When it is common knowledge that there is money to be made no matter which direction the markets are going, market volatility itself becomes the holy grail as markets are run up and down until the system grows weak, an organism beset by parasites. Thanks to the miracle of the electronic age, there are more people than ever trading in this field of "currency" and for many it becomes a compulsion and an obsession, which is not at all surprising, since it fits almost any definition of gambling, and often exerts the same addictive powers and grows inevitably to fever pitches in the rider of that most powerful of emotions (not for nothing listed among the seven deadly sins), greed. Before a relatively few such so-called capitalists as speculators claim to be can wreck the financial system for everyone, perhaps it is time to to look closely at the magnificently complex and telling paper trails that follows all transactions and ask a few simple questions. What is a free market, and would some kind of regulation to prevent collusion and "flipping" of stocks while running them up and down mean that it is no long a free market? (Does preventing rape mean there will be no more sex?) Who are the big traders in oil futures? Individuals? Organizations? Do they know one another well? Are they colluding and flipping their stocks as when the dotcom bubble puffed up? What percentage of the traders are actually taking delivery on the product? Shouldn't there be a distinction of some kind, for example a minimum amount of time a stock must be held without incurring special "bloodsucker" penalties? Should the ability to amass paper wealth without risking real wealth be placed in a special "net deficit" classification subject to windfall profits taxes? Or is it merely a truism that he who hasn't learned how to make ten thousand percent really just hasn't learned how to legally steal? 42 Laws of g* Which Are G* - Tuesday, June 10th, 2008 Following is the quotation I mentioned. I am told it is from a wall in one of the chambers of the great pyramid. Admittedly some of them may cause a lot of trouble (the first one, e.g.!), but it would appear the ancients understood a sense of "Divinity" which as a set of laws, natural laws, for which there are finite correlations (perhaps causal?) within the human experience. Here it what was written: Homage to Thee, O Great God, Thou Master of All Truth! I have come to thee, O my God, and have brought myself hither, that I may become conscous of Thy decrees. I know Thee, and am attuned with Thee and Thy Two anf Forty laws which exist with Thee in this Chamber of Maat . . .. In truth have I come into Thine attunment, and I have brought Maat in my mind and Soul. I have destroyed wickedness for Thee. I have not done evil to mankind. I have not oppressed the members of my family. I have not wrought evil in the place of right and truth. I have had no intimacy with worthless men. I have not demanded first consideration. I have not decreed that excessive labor should be performed for me. I have not brought forward my name for exaltation to honors. I have not defrauded the opporessed of property. I have made no man to suffer hunger. I have made no one to weep. I have caused no pain to be inflicted upon man or animal. I have not defrauded the Temples of their oblations. I have not diminished from the bushel. I have not encroached upon the fields of others. I have not filched away land. I have not added to the weights of the scales to cheat the seller. I have not misread the pointer of the scales to cheat the buyer. I have not kept the milk from the mouths of children. I have not turned back the water at the time when it should flow. I have not extinguished the flame when it should burn. I have not repulsed God in His manifestations. I am pure! I am pure! I am pure! My purity is the purity of the Divinity of the Holy Temple. Therefore, evil shall not befall me in this world, because I, even I, know the laws of God which are God. walking the loop - Thursday, June 5th, 2008 Boston's Castle Island Loop continues to be my favorite promenade -- so much excitement there, from the air traffic overhead and stunning panoramas and eternally fascinating plunge into a stream and a scene of humanity at play to a blissful state of slake, and exhaustion. If you are in Boston, you must go. Castle Island is part of a much larger park all along Carson Beach (Day Boulevard) in South Boston. Follow the shore to the east and you will discover the continent at this particular spot presents at a figure eight. One loop goes right out to the edge of Boston Channel where marine traffic of every size and kind passes incessantly back and forth before the massive granite fort and its many walkways and monuments to the great Age of Sail and Donald MacKay and those of fallen heroes. (Beautiful clipper ships paintings and prints at www.ship-paintings.com/age_of_sail.htm ) That's the "head" of the figure eight. The "tail," a much longer loop, is a curving causeway through the sea that carries you almost a mile offshore, and encloses the enormous tidal pool called Pleasure Bay. Pleasure Bay is a place to play in the sea without taking a thrashing, and when the weather is fine it hosts multitudes in every imaginable style taking the air. My happy fatigued brain had been immersed in this place when falling asleep and dreaming a graphical depiction of two gigantic rolling waves mothering a happy child between sea and sky. Commercial deadlines to the left and the right are keeping me away from my finishing my beloved little film from THE RAZZ (not to mention my sadly neglected libretto for UPSDIE DOWNSTAIRS). I did order the new edition of a book that promises to release me from hours wading through tutorials in Final Cut. 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Anyway, the government are the ones to blame, calling us 'WIC' -- which simply stands for 'women, Infants and Children.' ' "We just tacked on 'Craftsmen and Artisans,' is all. To make it more inclusive, is all. Because that's everyone, isn't it? Everyone qualifies as one of those things. So truly, it's the family of man we are working with here. "And what could be the matter with that? It is an ideal to attempt -- to create a place where the only dogma is 'No Dogma," which is the golden rule at the fat farm. Because -- in our capacities as women, infants, children, craftsmen and artisans -- everything here, to the very best of our intentions, works out and plays out for the greater benefit of the family of man. Therefore, first of all, dogmas are beside the point. And, second of all, dogmas are just opinions. Remember the sage once compared opinions with rectums. He said, "Everyone has one, and they all stink." Not that we have anything against it. And we do know that, yes, everyone has their very own. It's just that the spas, studios and workrooms of the fat farm are simply not the right place to bring them out and give them the air, so to speak, you see? It's simple. Very simple, and very good. Ritual - Friday, May 23rd, 2008 I was shocked and horrified to learn of the recent witch burnings in Kenya. Looking for a nice old engraving of John Adams in an antique encyclopedia, this entry for "abracadabra" caught my eye. How tenacious is the primitive in human thinking? Is there no limit to mankind's ability to devise such rituals? I don't want to know very much about the witch burnings. It's too horrific to contemplate. What I do want to know is how many stitches to the inch were preferred for affixing the abracadabra formula to its appointed task? Imagine some poor soul spending hours and days counting threads between insertion points of the needle, and then neatly tatting a lace edging to the greater perfection of the amulet, thus increasing its mystical powers? And, in lives past, might it have been my job to do this sewing? Does that explain how appalling I now find it? The people who could believe in such a charm might be pretty quick to blame the seamstress if the thing didn't work, eh. casz - Tuesday, May 20th, 2008 Recently the guestbook became a monitored page. Sorry to have to do it, but it was the only sensible thing to do considering all the variables out there ;.0 No bad guys, please! And say it in English, please. Thanks, Tried it & it works - Monday, May 19th, 2008 Do those come in stripes? : ) LOL!! Just kidding. But thanks for the spell. It really works, at least in the short term. Soon as a dark thought comes, zap it with the" I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you" trik that guy suggested. Started feeling better right away. Keep up the good work. zesty PS hope you're feeling better. I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. - Sunday, May 18th, 2008 Last fall I met a director who pointed me to Joe Vitale's method for setting things right in one's world: http://www.wanttoknow.info/070701imsorryiloveyoujoevitale I confess I did not follow through with this director. The piece he requested I did not send because there are several important scene changes I would like to make and I no longer possess the naïveté that in an earlier phase of my life might have allowed me to believe that I could "explain" my intended changes and the reader would be delighted and appreciative of my acknowledgement that they are welcome to contribute direction at that level. It would appear I have been steaming along at a perilous pace and leaving the fine details unfinished for a variety of reasons, including the understanding that the director is planning to contribute at that level anyway so what would be the point of polishing anything to the state of a spit-shine when the plans of those who have the reins might require an entire dye-job of another color entirely and, moreover, the changes I plan to make will be so easily expropriated to appear in "transmogrified" form by anyone who reads them! And may I not just as well try to protect them as long as possible? I have had producers tell me that there is nothing original about any story or any idea. It is a convenient assumption in entertainment today that the only thing original about anything is "your particular rendering of it." And I have it on the highly credible authority of the friend of a friend who participates on the studio side in so-called "pitch sessions" with writers, too: "We're going to pass on it," after the door closes behind the writer's back, changes to, "That's a great idea. Let's do it." Don't laugh, this has happened to me many times already. But that is not exactly the point at this juncture. I think the URL mentioned above might help me, and maybe you, too -- to heal with others (perhaps even some of the malevolent lurkers mentioned now for the third time). The little copies of paintings by Jean-Antoine Watteau are "L'indifferent" (The Casual Lover) and "Pierrot, also known as Giles" that at this time seem to characterize my mood. Is it sheer folly to do original work and believe it may somehow remain one's own? Faith, what else can one do but reach for those hands full of cautions, seize upon the hope in those insulating prayers for healing one's world that it may become so full of bliss and good will, yet realizing you have nothing but the intention of throwing those cautions to the wind by submitting the work? "L'indifferent" especially seems like a very early work of impressionism. The suit of clothes, especially, are painted like no other textiles I have seen from that period (18th C.) and seem to shimmer at play with the light, like the panné velvets that did not appear for another 200 years at least. Look closely and it will be revealed that the shimmering velvet is composed of nothing more brilliant than daubs of muted green, pink, gray, and blue. lolita sex stories - Wednesday, May 14th, 2008 I'll be delighted to sign this guestbook, and in time I will sign all of them! 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What else explains the humor and modesty in which he takes a place near the back of the stage during company numbers (when he is by far the most expressive dancer, the one we want most to see, and that position makes it so very difficult for the photographer) and always encourages others to shine and be appreciated? I have been extremely fortunate to meet him and work together a little bit. I certainly hope for more of the same. I think perhaps there is some reason to hope, but (as I've said) this is a tough business and even the best intentions in the world in combination with one's own herculean efforts cannot offer any guarantees. I tried and tried and tried to get photos of him that truly represent the heart of the man, and his magnetic personality and beauty. But my equipment isn't very sophisticated, and he is constantly moving and changing when he is on stage. With that, and the lights constantly shifting, I'm afraid I didn't get many (if any) pictures of Mike that are good at full size. However, the web can't do full resolution anyhow, and many weak pictures can look okay in this format. I will try to get a clip on YouTube soon so you can see for yourself how the audiences respond. There were many exciting and humorous moments. I think I actually caught a few of them, and they may even look okay at web resolutions. Until later, your cristo aka casz DumPennyfen - Monday, May 5th, 2008 Hello! Excellent site! Searched a long ago Lampoh Maosj - Sunday, May 4th, 2008 Nice design. Please add more smiles to your guestbook :) Please more updates. http://lampo1.musician.io/light-bulb-tanning.html light bulb tanning http://lampo1.musician.io/humphry-davy-light-bulb.html humphry davy light bulb http://lampo1.musician.io/index69.html blue fluorescent light bulb VofReekprep - Sunday, May 4th, 2008 Thank you very much for a good site the kindness of strangers - Sunday, May 4th, 2008 I hope you all know how much I appreciate your comments. Thank you again! Last night JC and I attended a concert at MIT that was part of Cambridge Science Festival '08. Along with musicians Birdsongs of the Mesozoic were some computer science people, one guy adding loops -- which added nothing except distraction, even including some technical glitches like the incessant boop-boop-boop of unrendered content and elsewhere some burbling that sounded like bowel gas emitted from a whole flock of seagulls. The other two contributing artists projected real-time image generation that was supposedly some kind of enhancement to the music, although it was difficult to appreciate how these supposedly advanced technologies improve the "color organ" of yore that transferred signals from an oscilloscope to a string of Christmas lights mounted behind a scrim. I guess it's be a step in the right direction to add such visual interest using a laptop computer, eh. Baby steps. "Birdsongs" were interesting and fun as always, but the rest of the stuff started giving me a headache almost immediately and made me wonder whether my brain was going to seize from the mindlessness of it all. So we left at intermission. I have to admit that for me the main reason to attend was to see how far effects generation had advanced. I am always writing a style of live entertainment pieces that could benefit from a multi-dimensional approach to narrative. An obvious way to accomplish this today would be to use on-stage projection techniques. However I would not be interested in inserting random imaging unconnected to the greater intention of the presentation. To be interesting, the projections would have to be in some some sense written. I do have ideas to surfeit the character and content of such projections. It could be very exciting. Envision an advanced art form requiring presentation on a holodeck. However last night it did not appear that this particular branch of technology at MIT works to that end or even begins to bring the technology in line with the demands of narrative and meaning in a "new theater of the mind." Samuel - Sunday, May 4th, 2008 aalN12 Hello! I'm Samuel Smith, i'm from Switqerland i and find your site really brilliant! glad you like it - Thursday, May 1st, 2008 Thanks for your expression of appreciation! The young ladies dancing are sisters -- and extraordinarily talented, sweet, beautiful and passionate. I would do a lot to try to help them succeed in the arts. They are the perfect embodiment of the two females in THE RAZZ -- two sides of the same coin. Wasn't it Luis Buñuel who once used two "similar but quite different" actresses to play the same rôle? Both lovely and exciting, but one definitely naughtier and more daring and the other a serene, classy, intellectual version of the same physical type. To make a culinary analogy, it's like using two varieties of peaches in a pudding. Then taste cannot settle. Instead, it's always moving, questing, wondering. It's the ideal way to tantalize the palate. czooyps - Thursday, May 1st, 2008 pdshz It site good, but it seems themes are similar !! O my very good lhhtio Optise - Thursday, March 6th, 2008 Hello guys Your site is great Bye |
  
 
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