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gee that's a big surprise, I'm Ziggy. shocking! ho molto sonno....
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Ich bin Berlina Bowie http://www.kaffee.150m.com/berlin.html Mach Scnell! Mit der musich spielen! Awwa \A/
Aw i always knew i was ziggy stardust. really. http://www.kaffee.150m.com/ziggy.html
jimmy www.kaffee.150m.com/bowiequiz.html Mandatory pop quiz.
Anna I can't believe Michael's constituency didn't interfere with his involvement with that reporter and intercept the interview. <----Wow! Did you see all those 'ins'? Insane! Awwa, I hope that you didn't take my post as a bite about the length of your post. I admit to having a bit of post envy, though. I just don't like hearing myself talk anymore, or imagining the pain that others go through when they have to 'hear me talk'. I would much rather encourage others to rifle through my psycho-babble searching for their own names. For example: If I write my own obituary or requiem, I want everyone to tune out until I mention money or their names. This ultimately saves time and energy because of the massive amount of computing power necessary to parse through my nonsense. In another story, human faeces is INCREDIBLY difficult to spot when you want it. My friends have already asked (this one from the ever funny Amber): "Would it bother you if you drove all the way over to a poop spot in the middle of the sidewalk at 3 am only to find out it was mine?" Hmm. "No, not really. That would just mean that you joined the war against Canis familiaris. Safety in numbers, my friend. Safety in numbers."
jimmy Heh! I apologize for the length of my last post, another rant of mine. Take it with whatever grain of salt your diet allows. And now for the question on everyone's mind, what about that Michael Jackson! HEE Heee! Awwa \A/
Aw No Vicki, you are right. Though I think we've certainly gone to greater depths than just "unreality". Initially, I typed a huge response for Awwa, but then I suddenly got that feeling of self-conciousness, a kind of "in the end what does it all mean?" feeling. So anyway. Crazy. My favorite Einstein quote is often paraphrased as something like "we don't yet know what weapons World War III will be fought with...but we're certain World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." ___________________________________________ In far more important news, my button-down shirt has been unbuttoned all day, leaving me walking around the office looking like Larry the Lounge Lizard. Not a single soul said anything.
jimmy The issues are more complex than they need to be. This allows those with power to abuse that power and walk away with $Billions/Trillions and have no one to call them on it. This "War with Iraq" will be noted in the history books as one of the USA's last such imperical grabs for resources; the oil we so sorely need to fuel our expanding fleet of SUV's! Most of us are, Oh so tiny, compared to the needs of the Corporate! It's okay that thousands of people starve to death each day, as long as the bottomline is out of the red. It's okay to lose a few astronauts, as long as NASA doesn't run over budget. Oh wait, we better spend some more bucks on NASA! They support the military paradigm, on which we base the security of our Corporate. Hey, "Star Wars" is not just a Reagan bluster. Or is it? Did we actually go to the moon? Maybe, but it's a fair guess that no teacher will reach the Moon. Not in our lifetimes. And then I wax philosophical, weighing the costs of human life against the gains for humanity... We have come a long ways since the previous turn of the Century (the 1800's into the 1900's). Sad to say that even with a partial unification of the world (the WWW has established that down to somewhat average folks), we still fall far short of actually reaching many of the world's people with food, medicine, decent standards of living or even just the simple ideals of humane treatment for children, women, political prisoners or other non-violent individuals. And this inspite of the fact that most of the poorer nations wallow in their own self-styed regimes/religions. Or worse, try to style themselves after us (Corporately/Militarily led USA) becoming abused lapdogs to Corporate interests. As long as there are those who demand the right to wave a Confederate flag (US Civil War), as long as there are those who must privately own assault weapons, as long as there are those who require loopholes tax laws to exist, as long as Corporate interests speak louder than populace concerns, as long as the "Upper" or "Middle" class anyone can ignore the plight of the desperate, dis-Corporate masses; we will fall short of the glory that could be a world of united, working together for each other, humanity. This way over simplifies the issues, but there is an answer, if we think it through. Often I am told that we must have a unit of currency to equate work values contributed. I am often told that money is a necessary evil. I am asked, "How would we do things, if we didn't have money?" Well now, THAT is the question! In a family (when I was growing up), we didn't have to be paid to perform the things we had to perform. Oh a system of reward and punishment was in place. But money was a small issue, an allowance if we did our chores. In a church (I speak mostly from my exposures to Protestant churches), money is not, or rather does not appear to be the issue. Oh wait, they had their tythes, "put yer money in the basket." But I mean, there are models, where money is not the issue. At least not so over-poweringly so. There have been human societies where money either didn't exist, or it existed on such a small level, as to almost never enter into the tribal politics. Heh! I can't get to where I'm going from here. All I mean is that, too much of the future of human existence is based on money, and not on humans. In the tribal sense, the safety of the tribe came first. In the family (in the "Family Values" sense of the word, not in the dysfunctional family sense (which is sadly more the norm than the other)), the security and well being of the family came first. But I mean the ideal of "Family Values." Not the ideal of Republicans. Funny how they toss that concept around and then stab everyone in the back for the sake of money! In the churches that I have visited, it is the well-being of the congregation (not the money each member has), that is most important. At least ideally it is. In a world of equals, it should be the well-being of all of its individuals that is most important. Money, power, resources, politics, should serve that outstanding purpose. If not, what purpose can they serve? Always thus to Tyrants! Awwa \A/ Postscript: In case I didn't explain that very well, may I clarify. I used some of "their" concepts and lingo, to decribe the concepts that I believe in, perhaps further confusing what I am saying. Please ask for clarification, if you have any questions or doubts about my beliefs.
Aw oh, from what i've seen, that news item is legitimate, jimmy. i have to admit, when i read it, i felt sort of sick. if our gov't just blows off this threat, pretending saddam is the big danger to the world, then we've descended into total unreality.
Vicki ciao! grazie, parlo italiano da quando ero studentessa all'Universita' d'Indiana. 500 years ago. ;) you're doing beautifully for only 4 classes! brava. l'italiano e' una lingua molta bella!
Vicki Ma, Vicki, tu parli molto bene l'italiano! (I only know the present tense, so bear with me...) Ieri lavoro a Redding. Ho l' incontro. (is that right?) Dopo l' incontro viaggio a San Francisco in macchina e sono in ritardo per la classe l' italiano. I don't know much yet. I've only had 4 classes, but I love it so!
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians I haven't done anything to verify the truth of this article. There isn't much I can do, really, but sometimes foreign sources are important to review since they offer views outside of the agenda of the US's propaganda machine. One alarming thing (at least for me) is that this point isn't always a reliable truth. In any case, this is already a non-US source. However, just as Radiohead's "You and Whose Army" suggests, Britain's prime minister is already playing lapdog for the US. His agenda is intimate with the Us's own, and this is a UK paper. This is the most frightening thing I've heard on the news in years.
jimmy >>Oggi viaggio in macchina a Redding per lavoro. Domani ho sonno... (okay the second sentence should be in the future tense, but I don't know that yet.) "Domani avro' sonno." Cosa ha fatto a Redding? :)
Vicki Getting back the long lost post: I used to be a posting freak at a Yahoo! club called the [censored] of [censored] until their assanine behavior (and eventually mine) made me sick and I had to bail. That's when tcint came about. Anyhow, I have LOTS of experience getting back lost posts. Temporary internet files are part of the secret. I don't think text typed in a field always gets stored, although you'd think so since you can hit the back button after posting and see all of your text in the field again. You can definitely get your post back if you've previewed it while writing it, since at this point it gets stored as html and not this fluid text in a text field. Anyhow, if the post is just way too important to lose (and you're on a PC using windows), try doing a search on your C drive for "TEMP". It's much easier to find in Windows 98 than in 2000 from my experience, and when you've found it just try viewing the results by date modified. Clicking on things will bring up alot of useless information, but if you remember the basic time you were writing the post and it hasn't been too long, you should be able to find it among the rubble. ____________________________________ Last night I let all of my friends know to be on the look-out for human faeces, and that if they called me when they'd found it, I would come with sirens blaring as quickly as I could, and with a handful of toothpick flags.
jimmy argh. I wrote a post to you, xw, about the boy at your school dying and then the T-1 at work freaked out and somehow I lost it. It's a beautiful poem - I like ee cummings, he can be so precisely poignant. I'm sorry that the boy at your school killed himself. It's really awful to lose someone, but to add killing themselves to it, just shakes your world up so much more. 16 is when you should be invincible and immune to death (well, your whole life really should be like that, but alas it's not), not burying your friends. I think that if it had been my friend (and it has been before), I'd want to be that pallbearer and carry this person that I'd loved and supported in life over their last few feet of earth. To make them feel not so alone and myself not so alone, or something like that. Funerals are intimidating, but I've found them to be a good place to lose your shit, since you won't be alone in doing that and there's no shortage of arms to hug you while you do. It's comforting and it's necessary to let all that sadness out. I cried so hard at my friend's funeral this summer that I thought I wouldn't cry again, but then I did a few weeks later after some other friends got married and it was so beautiful and happy and wonderful, but it made me sad that Ron wasn't there. I think I should have cried more at my dad's funeral, but I was only 19 and I was too in shock to cry and to angry at everyone that was there for their sadness because I felt like me and my mom and my sisters were the only ones who had a right to be sad. I think I was too possesive in my grief and sometimes I wonder if I ever let it go. ah, well. baggage. we all have it. but it's a beautiful sunny day here and I can see spring is coming... aspetti primavera; guardo sole. Oggi viaggio in macchina a Redding per lavoro. Domani ho sonno... (okay the second sentence should be in the future tense, but I don't know that yet.)
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians oh, I heart This American Life. My favorite program has to be the mail order Chinese bride one or the one about a that girl who's mother is basically a con artist and talks her way into fancy restaurants, returning boutique clothing that wasn't bought at a boutique... Yesterday was the funeral for the boy in our grade who died. It turns out he hung himself, which is...I don't know what to say, really. I didn't know him that well. He was the model Winchester kid...played a lot of sports, appeared to be really happy, honors student, popular, faithful...and just...it was something no one expected. The pallbearers were kids from our grade too...I didn't go to the funeral (I would have thrown up) but...yeah. It's fucked up when a 16 year old has to be a pallbearer for one of his best friends...and I think everyone at my school has been so incredibly emotionally drained. One of my teachers broke down crying today during class, when we attempted to start our unit on love sonnets. There's just something so sad about that...trying to do something, something full of love and... yet... The weather here has been disgusting too, really gray and drizzly, cold... needless to say, I can't wait till spring. That, or I really wish I could get a plane ticket to SoCal or Hawaii or the Carribean right now. On another note, here is an ee cummings poem that I have sent to a lot of people as of late...: i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of allnothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) ---- i think that's it. i just wanted to share that. -xw
x that dog does have a weird human face. yeesh. Maybe Cruella De-sociopath shoulda laid off the crystal long enough to make some tags for her dog. You could come around my neighborhood and put little flags in all the human poop on the sidewalk around here. I think it's pretty much all human poop. People actually pick up their dog's poop. I think that This American Life did a show about mapping things once. Some guy mapped where all the broken screen doors were in his neighborhood or who had lights on in their window and stuff like that. I like the idea of setting new parameters for how you're going to define the space around you. Instead of my neighborhood is Polk to Mason, Geary to Market it would be my neighborhood is the lights at 3am and the people on rooftops at dawn. My friend and I once talked about mapping all of the corners in the city that always smell really bad for no apparent reason. Like the corner of 6th and Market, or the ATM outside of my bank at 8th and Market, or this one corner in Chinatown on Kearney and something, or Sutter and Hyde (smells like chemicals, makes it hard to breathe), or Fillmore and Haight (although i know why that one smells bad. It's the Discount Meat Market's fault.), etc.... gee, I wonder if I could do it, since I actually have some very basic mapping software here at work... Should make me look busy for awhile at least.... alrighty then. ci vediamo
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Viva la poopy, ROFLMAO! ......coop and her juvenile sense humor *grin*
coop  Ok, well. I guess this needs explanation. I was at a cafe in a neighboring town almost 2 weeks ago when a BMW partially landed on the sidewalk next to my table, and in Cruella Deville-like fashion, a very smart but evil looking woman slinked out of the driverside door, apparently unaware or apathetic of the fact that she could have killed us all. While everyone looked on dumbly, she slinked back and forth between her car and the telephone pole which she had been aiming for, and while battling with the tape-gun which would get stuck to her fingers, she put up one of these posters. She claimed that she had not slept since the dog disappeared. I told her I was sorry and would be on the look-out, and asked her when she discovered the dog had disappeared and she replied "this morning". It was a little after 6pm, and quietly, my brain parsed it out. Knowing nothing about her lifestyle, I did not reply with "wow, I haven't slept since your dog disappeared either", and just stopped questioning her, nodding politely as she told her victim story. "My neighbor fixed the fence", she said. She then explained how her neighbor had volunteered to repair her damaged fence so that her dog would not escape, but apparently it didn't work or simply wasn't enough, and so it was obviously his fault the dog went missing. The neighbor had nothing to do with the damage to her fence, and I quietly assumed she had run her car through it. Heehee. After she left, all the cafe people who hitherto had not spoken with one another gathered around the poster and discussed how human the dog looked. "It's creepy", one said. "Oh my god, it's face is so human looking!" said another. "I think that dog knows something. I think he left in a spaceship." That was me. The crew agreed. The best comment came from my friend Amber, who said "she should go down into the canyon and look for poop with brown fur in it." Sorry, but I laughed until blood vessels burst in my face. Oh stop. Of course I want the woman to get her dog back. She was just creepy and a bit of a sociopath, that's all. A week later, I saw one of her posters in the town next door where I lived, but homeless people had marked it up with permanent marker. After taking photographs of my Lalo's made bean and cheese burrito con guacamole I saw it on my way home, and snapped a picture of it, blurring out the phone number. Until that moment I had been unaware of the competition between homeless people and neighborhood dogs for number-two territory. One of my new little projects is to put a tiny toothpick flag in human faeces when I find it in my neighborhood, and snap a picture. I've been planning to do that for months, but now I have a better idea. A human flag, and a doggy flag! Then I can make a map of my neighborhood, like the Coca Cola vs. Pepsi war flag (Coke has the world, by the way). I will catalogue the human poop-spot versus doggy poop-spot wars. Viva la sapiens! Viva la poopy!
jimmy I just put a picture up on the Mirror Project - it's a cool idea and there are some really great photos on the site. I have a hangover. One of my friend's threw this party called The Shaft last night. It was a porno punk extravaganza at this gay strip place/sex club in my neighborhood. Although the Campus isn't the skankiest of the sex clubs it shore ain't ah, "pristine." heh heh. Anyhoo, the party was a huge success there were tons of people there and it was a very gay/straight mixed crowd. The bands were good, although I preferred the first one, Glen Meadmore. It was a gay cowboy punk band and the lead singer wore a white silk cowboy shirt with fringes and some white Wranglers. I liked the song called "Never Trust a Hustler." the second band, the Barfeeders were pretty good too, but their drummer kinda bugged me. He was too macho and was kind of a dick and didn't want a boy to go-go dance while his band was playing. He wanted me to dance, but I thought it would be a conflict of interest since he had already irritated me. How can you play at the Campus theater and not have a boy go-go dance? lame. well anyways it was all fine, no one danced for them blah blah blah. So whatever, it was fun but there weren't enough cute straight boys there. Or maybe I was just turned off by the Barfeeders drummer and held it against the rest of the boys. I got up this noon and my friend Keala who lives down the street (he was also at the Shaft last night so we were in similar states) and I went to breakfast at this place called the Lafayette Coffee Shop. I love it in there, it's so Tenderloin-y. It's dingy and the clientele are quite the motley crew. Our waitress was kind of intense and had a really grimy apron on and a big perm that made her hair fuzz out like a big thin wiry cloud around her head. We were there for a long time, Keala was sketching a picture of me and I was eavesdropping on our fellow diners. Some guy in one of the booths was talking really loudly and said, "I'm bipolar and I don't take medication." Later on he said something about annointing himself with oil. Keala said,"That's a word you don't normally hear in conversation." Then the guy who walks around with streamers of metallic wrapping paper ribbon tied to the arms of his glasses and headphones on came in with 3 other people. He actually turned out to be the only crazy person at the table. I think that the other 3 just live in the residential hotel he lives at. They were all normal, they're just old. What a hard life to be old and shuffling from hotel to hotel trying to get by. Anyways, they were all talking about the space shuttle crash and the guy with the ribbons on his glasses (one gold, one red) was saying that it was all a Hollywood plot by the astronauts to get their life insurance money. One of the others tried to point out how that didn't make sense since they couldn't collect their life insurance money since they were dead. The ribbon man said that people did it all the time. What else happened? oh yeah, two people (seperately, but within the space of an hour) shuffled in with beers in paper bags. or rather one had a beer and the other had a bottle of something. Oh and some strange unidentifiable (not a cockroach) bug came crawling towards me along the back of our booth. I flung it off with my knife. I wanted Keala to put the bug in the picture he was drawing but he didn't. After breakfast we went to the farmer's market and bought some veggies from the lady who named me Giant Miss. Today she said, "People say sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will never hurt you. But words can hurt VERY much. Your bones will heal, but your brain remembers EVERYTHING." On that note. ci vediamo
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians  Just got a digital camera, thank you turbotax. The kid and I have a music/short film/noise/fake advertisement/prank-call project. We're called "the strange beans", and the "album's" name is "Grunt Dung". He's pretty slick; does incredible impersonations and voices and has a real complex sense of humor. He's one of my closest friends. The ant picture in the background on the right is an original "anagram"!
jimmy Yesterday was Chinese New Year. The previous day, Friday, my entire school was pretty much empty, because the previous night, a boy, the same grade as me (junior), had died unexpectedly. He was a healthy, happy boy, and none of us know yet the cause of death. He was a nice person, and that's all I can say, because I really didn't know him that well. But he was in my eighth grade art class and he was just a nice, happy kid...he did a lot of sports and had a lot of friends...it just seemed so sudden... Living in the suburbs, everything is so isolated and it makes you feel that death can not happen to young people. Sure, a classmate gets into a car crash but the worse that can happen is that they get their nice BMW taken away. And since this town is so small, after the boy's death, the entire town has been mourning... One of my parents' closest friend called yesterday to tell us that she had been layed off...after having a stable research scientist job for quite awhile. I woke up yesterday with the radio on in confusion. I thought that the news report about the Columbia space shuttle was actually a repeat of the Challenger news report from a long time ago... .... Despite all of this, I still had a Chinese New Year's party...a few of my friends came over my house, a first, ever. My parents have always been really hesitant to invite those who aren't Chinese into my house, especially my friends, but this time they let me. We had lots of food and everyone dressed up in bright vibrant red and looked so beautiful. The O'Connell sisters came. They're three half Taiwanese, half irish sisters who are probably one of my favorite families. The eldest, Cha-ling, is going to MIT next year, her middle sister Barbara is a year younger than me, and the youngest sister, Mei Chu is 6. Mei Chu is incredibly adorable, and she knows it too, which makes her pretty manipulative for a six year old! hehehe. Adeeba came also...in this beautiful red sari...Then there was Sam, Christina, Liz, Wei-Jen...We all watched Monsoon Wedding and just relaxed after an emotional friday&saturday... Despitehow much death surrounds us, there's still life, there's still dancing and little sisters running around squeaking with two gaping holes in their stockings, still sisters and their friends making prank phone calls, and on the other side of the world somewhere, a woman is opening the door to her lover making a surprise appearance, there's a wedding, there's a baby being born... The world is a beautiful place, I told Sam the other day...for we are young and invincible....!
x Right after I got off my laptop from posting yesterday, the breaking news alert came on the TV, that contact had been lost with the space shuttle. The news anchor kept saying "Challenger" in place of "Columbia." We were expecting company at 10:30, so I shut the TV off and did my housework shoddily, through tears. Yesterday, I spent most of the day playing with my best 2 1/2 year old friend, Sophie. There is a lot of hurt that 2-year-old cuddlers can make better. Even if they do color on your coffee table now and then, they live in the present, and in the future. The one thing that struck me the most about the astronauts is how happy they were on this mission. In all the interviews from on board for the past few weeks, their joy in doing what they had always dreamed of came through. I'm not making much sense, thank you cold medicine, but I hope some part of it got through. I haven't done anything with the template yet, but it is behaving better, isn't it? And I am feeling better. Maybe the template and I have a psychic-HTML link. God I hope not!
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