The brash, the belayed, the beloved by Nimbus9, literature
Literature
The brash, the belayed, the beloved
Where once we pranced with pride in our angst,
To scoop the teen harden night,
Listening to hair bands, with our winter's whiten skin, redden
Under bedazzled 80's wear and worse hair
With the ebbs and flows of time and tide,
With my family now, in my dorky father wear,
We lay in the hug of the sand, and watch the sky explode on so many 4ths,
and helped my children's baby toes dip to the infinite ocean,
holding them, so they can feel the sea and the safety in me ,
and for the wanting tickets of Arcadia, I'm a millionaire in Funtown tokens,
for a million more you can "win" your millionth stuff animal,
Where what's consumed, we roamed
Dad drunk,
Dad’s taking me fishing long that forgotten creek,
there’s Indian skulls in the bushes, and we’re partners and pals in the Western way,
Dad pissing on the floor of the fireman’s hall,
feeling up the nurses in the old folks home,
arms bundled in gifts, magic making, dreaming the wide white catholic guilt,
we’re ruddy little peasants farming dirt out Europe's end,
we’re mining deep in Pennsylvania til our lungs grow coal,
&
temple of the eternal refill by Nimbus9, literature
Literature
temple of the eternal refill
Bars of soap, the 8 pack of toilet paper,
things you think will last forever,
like the Costco coffee,
the jar that graduated to a jug,
as a child I just assumed the scoop came with the can,
now I'm scoopless as a grownup
wandering through room-to-room
railroad style home,
waiting for the train to claim me,
I mark the months by empty toothpaste tubes
and papertowels, each garbage bag grabbed is closer to the end,
each bottle fodder for the recycling bin
so I try to time the absence together,
hair cuts, the need for razor blades,
the wear of my shoes,
aligned like the great conjunction of planets,
with my pay, and all the forces
Dad drunk,
Dad’s taking me fishing long that forgotten creek,
there’s Indian skulls in the bushes, and we’re partners and pals in the Western way,
Dad pissing on the floor of the fireman’s hall,
feeling up the nurses in the old folks home,
arms bundled in gifts, magic making, dreaming the wide white catholic guilt,
we’re ruddy little peasants farming dirt out Europe's end,
we’re mining deep in Pennsylvania til our lungs grow coal,
&
temple of the eternal refill by Nimbus9, literature
Literature
temple of the eternal refill
Bars of soap, the 8 pack of toilet paper,
things you think will last forever,
like the Costco coffee,
the jar that graduated to a jug,
as a child I just assumed the scoop came with the can,
now I'm scoopless as a grownup
wandering through room-to-room
railroad style home,
waiting for the train to claim me,
I mark the months by empty toothpaste tubes
and papertowels, each garbage bag grabbed is closer to the end,
each bottle fodder for the recycling bin
so I try to time the absence together,
hair cuts, the need for razor blades,
the wear of my shoes,
aligned like the great conjunction of planets,
with my pay, and all the forces
The Possible Necessity of Consciousness as an Emergent Property of a Highly Complex Successfully Systems
The thought came to me while listening to Steven Johnson talk about emergence. I read his book a few years ago, and its ideas never left me. The core of emergence is this, amazingly complex and intricate properties can arise from a seemingly simple set of rules. An ant colony is a classic example of this. By themselves each ant is well…stupid, but as a colony they are capable of amazing feats of seemingly intelligence. Our brains are another example of this, neurons and neutral connections somehow give rise…well to us, meaning t
HealthCare for Dummies
For everyone confused about the 2,000 plus page healthcare bill, to the point where know one knows whether they should be for it or against it, let me break it down.
If you have insurance, you can keep it, but your premium will continue to rise 25 percent over the next 10 months and 500 percent over the next ten years, as the deficit increases by the same amount.
If you don’t have health insurance you can buy coverage for a discount, of course if you’re paying nothing now, a 10 percent discount from $5000 still won’t leave you enough cash to afford rent, you can always opt for a public plan, in Cuba,
Thoughts on the Cross...
Probably went something like this “Oouch! Christ, that hurts. Hmmm… gotta stop talking to myself.”
A couple friends and I were talking about our childhood, especially growing up Catholic. All of us had the same experience of, when we were young children, around the ages that you are generally afraid of monsters, the dark, the things under your bed, to comfort us our parents/grandparents would point to the crucifix on the on the wall and tell us he will protect us.
“Him? Uh…he didn’t do a very good job protecting himself!”
We all laughed at the absurdity of it.
But that’s o
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