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horizon. again. But she hung back, resisting him by her weight. Who are you? s I beg that you will spare yourself and your sister, said the But it was one of Levasseur's own officers who hindered him. nothing more for him to do out here. Bad cess to your memory. Is there no good in me at all that you the hostages I need for our safety. away from Maracaybo, taking with him two twenty-gun frigates that he went on, if you and your own French followers wish to avail laughed, well pleased with his wit. mean - in Heaven's name let me hear it. misadventures. a self-sufficient man. that, in the event of the two vessels becoming separated by accid Have a good day. Posted at 07:34 AM Read More Wed - January 26, 2005Robert Scheer commenting on Sexologist Susie Bright?" gives the lie to the favorite argument of the censors that erotica need be misogynist and indifferent to the appetites of women." Robert Scheer Posted at 02:58 PM Read More Tue - January 25, 2005Source overlapI married Isis on the fifth day of May, But I could not hold on to her very long. So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong. "Often a dramatic change is adopted as a way to be reborn into a new role in life. Disillusionment or shortcoming along the path of life can take even a middle-aged youngster (in mind) to a new highway of exploration. Most often, the individual, having parted from what was previously perceived to be the most important of all things, will blame the changes on a shortcoming of his own. The re-invention of self is simultaneously an act of humility and submission without being a concession of personal power. It is taken to be a challenge rather than punishment." I came to a high place of darkness and light. The dividing line ran through the center of town. I hitched up my pony to a post on the right, Went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down. "The mundane becomes overly deep and meaningful. The journey unfolds and revelation is brought more by the individual than the surroundings." A man in the corner approached me for a match. I knew right away he was not ordinary. He said, "Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?" I said, "I got no money." He said, "That ain't necessary." "Unenlightened, the student is disoriented and distrusts outside inquiry, while putting out as many tacit signals of need as he can. There is a tendency to protect himself from everything contrasting with a desire for outside help." We set out that night for the cold in the North. I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word. I said, "Where are we goin'?" He said we'd be back by the fourth. I said, "That's the best news that I've ever heard." "An apprehension accompanies the student/mentor relationship. In the beginning the student tries desperately to pay for the lessons and the master offers only a commitment and nothing of literal or mundane value. The master is seen to be above the secular or unspiritual elements of the world. The student, uncertain of his growing desire to embark on the lessons, looks for relief in advance of that which he fears undertaking." I was thinkin' about turquoise, I was thinkin' about gold, I was thinkin' about diamonds and the world's biggest necklace. As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold, I was thinkin' about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless. "The journey is one of learning the real meaning of value. The student will start from a base of monetary or otherwise quantifiable value and will begin to redefine wealth in terms of the abstract. As he grows toward enlightenment, he finds the true definitions of wealth lie in things already known, but obscured." How she told me that one day we would meet up again, And things would be different the next time we wed, If I only could hang on and just be her friend. I still can't remember all the best things she said. "Regret of past experiences before enlightenment and self examination are common. Over simplification of the past is also the earmark of a life re-examined." We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice. He said, "There's a body I'm tryin' to find. If I carry it out it'll bring a good price." 'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind. "At some point, the master cannot hide his own ties to the mundane, secular, or non-spiritual. An often underestimated part of the enlightenment of the student is the realization that his master is indeed subject to the temptations and needs of the common man. In realizing this, the student finds the kindness required for compassion and, ultimately, enlightenment." The wind it was howlin' and the snow was outrageous. We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn. When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious, But I made up my mind that I had to go on. "Eventually, the quest and adventure becomes the student's own. The master's purpose as a catalyst is more important than his role as guide. The student, in undertaking the adventure himself, proves his growth in the very areas set out to be improved by the journey." I broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty. There was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd been had. When I saw that my partner was just bein' friendly, When I took up his offer I must-a been mad. "Self doubt will plague the student as he continues to seek meaning in the adventure. At some point, the original goal may be abandoned, leaving doubt that must be transformed into a new, more personal, definition of the purpose of the undertaking. It is at this point that the student may begin to define the real meaning of his own existence." I picked up his body and I dragged him inside, Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover. I said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied. Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her. "As the enlightenment solidifies, the student finds fulfillment in his actions and comes to separate false wealth from true wealth. Atonement becomes central to the future of the student, rooting future possibility in the needs to answer the past." She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise. Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed, I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes. I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead. "Internal struggle and resistance envelopes the desires to live life changed by the journey." She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No place special." She said, "You look different." I said, "Well, not quite." She said, "You been gone." I said, "That's only natural." She said, "You gonna stay?" I said, "Yeah, I jes might." "The past may be more or less accepting of the adventurer as he returns. What he has learned may or may not be welcome in the context of the past, but it is central to any possible success in the future." Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child. What drives me to you is what drives me insane. I still can remember the way that you smiled On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin' rain. "Ultimately, if the cycle doesn't return full circle, there is no hope for the enlightenment to take hold and for the student to become a master to another one day." Posted at 06:04 PM Read More Sat - January 22, 2005High InfidellityOnce there was a sales manager. She
worked in a small family-owned business in an office with a big glass sliding
door. One day the production manager came to work early, only to find the sales
manager locked in naked passion with the marketing director. The two bodies
were writhing in bliss on the second-hand office furniture, with the office door
discretely closed. Ah, were it not the case that the door was made of
glass.
But, don't fear children. This family owned business was HER family! The marketing director was, ahem, dispatched and they lived happily ever after...until the next time some "rank and file" employee needed to be the scape goat. (stay tuned) Posted at 05:55 PM Read More Wed - January 12, 2005Poof Bowl #9Ok, so it is late and I'm too tired to
be posting silly blog entries. BUT...when I got home today there were two big
boxes of foam funtime in my entry way. The Poof Toy corporation has come
through again for this year's Poof
Bowl. If you don't know about the Poof Bowl, well, you better ask me,
and if you do, be prepared for the biggest Poof Bowl until next year...lots of
stuff planned already from media coverage to more ridiculously big corporate
sponsorship toward no real end. I can't say as I'll be there this year because,
well, you know about me and the number nine...but, we'll see how it all comes
unraveled..erm...together.
If you are on the Poof email list, be scared...if you are not, you better get signed up. Posted at 10:11 PM Read More Mon - January 3, 2005Christmas Movie 2004 Finally Done!Yes, just because life has changed so
much for me this year does NOT mean that there won't be a Christmas (ok,
"holiday") movie for your viewing pleasure. It may not be as funny to some as
others, but it will surely be a LOT funnier to some folks who are more familiar
with my short movies. This year's movie is a lot less, shall we say,
"restrained" and is, frankly, a lot more inclined to make you laugh until it
hurts. Some folks may not like this one because of the very thing that will
make is a show stopper to others. In any case, it is done and ready for that
ol' online distribution (in pieces, it is way to big as one thing). Pass it
on...
What to expect: -Sponge who? -The Nutcracker (oh! You mean like THAT!) -Sales are down (but WE feel fine, Apprentice spoof with "Family Affair" music) -Picking my nose in the executive suite ("because I can") -"Let's hack up some Phlegm" (Captured audio set to "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus") -"She Ain't Heavy (she's just a fat-ass)" (Ode to Candy) -"Rank and File" (with special guest executive relieving himself on the staff) -"Dad's Gone Crazy" (Eminem) featuring the flappy head boys in an honest look back. You know where to find me, but odds are that the "usual suspects" have a copy already. They'll hook you up. Posted at 09:29 PM Read More Fri - December 31, 2004WebsiteWhen the world wide web started to catch
on, I used to charge $75 an hour or more to make some of the most god-awful
sites you can imagine. I have countless projects of my own still unfinished
from before the world ended in y2k. But, for now, I'm going to take yet another
stab at it all.
I am still no "webmaster" by any stretch. I hack together what I do. I don't use any fancy programmes that gunk-up my sites, I do that myself by hand, for the most part. So, while on the subject of cleaning this place up, I'll take a quick stab at a make-over for salsman.net and maybe even get to finishing the crap left at the various domains of old. Let's see, there's the poofbowl site, inkyfingers, centralstudios, setstudios, salsmillergame, treelesspress, and only God knows what else... Posted at 12:58 PM Read More |
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