Archive for The Absurd

’smart choices’ not so smart

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/05/business/05smart.html

Don’t be fooled by a stupid label. The foods that are best for you, generally don’t have any packaging or labels!! Fruits & Veggies!!! DUH.

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Poetical technologies …

My pages have been updated – now links, photos etc. are consolidated there. I’m changing my title back after doing a search and finding this name to be claimed by someone else …
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and now an unfinished poem, inspired by my uber saturation with social media marketing over the past few days …

tango – ing
twitter – ing
blog post
roll
o-sphere
digitized,
synthesized
before my eyes
a spread of
techie cloud computing
WORDS
conversation effect [affect]
community interface?
etsy
ravelry
facebook
myspace
all traveling
at bits per second
meta sites …
mini feeds …
micro blogging …

it’s all so …

MIND boggling

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Black Celebration

This Depeche Mode song could have multiple meanings right now … nationally, personally, etc.
Here’s to great music – which gets you through all life’s experiences, sad and joyful.
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Lets have a black celebration
Black celebration
Tonight

To celebrate the fact
That weve seen the back
Of another black day

I look to you
How you carry on
When all hope is gone
Cant you see

Your optimistic eyes
Seem like paradise
To someone like
Me

I want to take you
In my arms
Forgetting all I couldnt do today

Black celebration
Black celebration
Tonight

To celebrate the fact
That weve seen the back
Of another black day

I look to you
And your strong belief
Me, I want relief
Tonight

Consolation
I want so much
Want to feel your touch
Tonight

Take me in your arms
Forgetting all you couldnt do today

Black celebration
Ill drink to that
Black celebration
Tonight

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Sleep post test

Check out the Sleep pose test .  I found it pretty accurate, witty and fun :)   My [couples] sleep pose is “The Excalibur”

 excalibur

Enjoy!

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Sharing a piece of Rumi

A Delicate Girl

 

The terrible grief of being human! Let

us drink it all, but with a difference.

 

We sit with Junnaiyd and Bestami. The

moon rising here cannot be covered with

 

cloud. There are no deaths for lovers.

Who is the self? A delicate girl that

 

flows out when we draw the sword of

selfless action. This earth eats men

 

and women, and yet we are sent to eat

the world, this place that tries to fool

 

us with tomorrow. Wait until tomorrow,

which we outwit by enjoying only this

 

now. We gather at night to celebrate

being human. Sometimes we call out low

 

to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea,

but the sea does not get smaller! We

 

eat the clouds and evening light. We

are slaves tasting the royal wine.

 

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Right now it is snowing heavily on Pontiac. Makes me miss upstate a little … trying to figure out the immediate future is slow going. Each little thing dependent on the next on the next on the next … etc.

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Some Kiss We Want

 

There is some kiss we want with

our whole lives, the touch of

 

spirit on the body. Seawater

begs the pear to break its shell.

 

And the lily, how passionately

it needs some wild darling! At

 

night, I open the window and ask

the moon to come and press its

 

face against mine. Breathe into

me. Close the language-door and

 

open the love-window. The moon

won’t use the door, only the window.

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Someone who does not run

toward the allure of love

walks a road where nothing

 

lives. But this dove here

senses the love hawk floating

above, and waits, and will not

 

be driven or scared to safety.

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Dear Utica

Dear Utica,

My heart is breaking.  Actually, I think it is over, broken, now. The honeymoon is over. I’ve discovered what you’ve been hiding, all while pretending that you were being open, nothing to hide.

How can I express the level of betrayal? I was so naive. My hopes and ambitions for your great potential began to wither and die like grass between concrete cracks in a dry spell … Now I just feel disgusted, alone, trying to find the gems of goodness. A flicker here or there, I go to see what it is, but it is just a fleck of micah in the sidewalk. Nothing to see once up close.

Now I know why people leave, why they run. I wonder if it really is better in other places, or if the ‘real world’ is full of sh*t like you are. 

But I am still here. Maybe I have a morbid need to see this place through to its tragicomic end. The comedy is running thin however. I guess the joke was on me.

When I see through the veneer of lies … I don’t want to look. I want to deny, but it’s compelling, and on some level it all begins to make sense.

The people and places I put my faith in … should I keep trying? Or just look away?

Utica, I’ve lost my sense of humor.

Utica, you broke my heart.

Utica, where everything just spins around, around, around in slow motion. A sad carnival ride … 

Utica, where the sun only shines 90 days a year. Where a hundred languages are spoken. Where the brewery keeps the AA meetings full every day. Where cops are killed and resurrected, over and over. Where fruit trees hide out in public parks. Where the youth stand around and wonder ‘where did the time go?’  Where everyone is an artist of something.

Utica, I love/hate you. 

-Aletha

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the intersection of crafting and killing

This is not usually what we think of when the topic of humane fiber art is raised (i.e. using plant based fibers instead of wool or silk), but I found it interesting:

Knitted Frog Dissection - as long as you don’t use wool (as this crafter did), you’re not hurting any animals with this dissection kit. Of course it still flies in the face of a purist animal rights argument b/c we are still positioning animals within a scientific hierarchy where humans dominate…

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Crocheting the Hyperbolic Plane

hyberbolic crochet Think crochet is mindless?  Link here for all the brainiac crafsters out there . . .   Intro to the interview with the mathematician and the, uh, other mathematician (who crochets, and who happens to be married to him).

 Until the 19th century, mathematicians knew about only two kinds of geometry: the Euclidean plane and the sphere. It was therefore a deep shock to their community to find that there existed in principle a completely other spatial structure whose existence was discerned only by overturning a 2000-year-old prejudice about “parallel” lines. The discovery of hyperbolic space in the 1820s and 1830s by the Hungarian mathematician Janos Bolyai and the Russian mathematician Nicholay Lobatchevsky marked a turning point in mathematics and initiated the formal field of non-Euclidean geometry. For more than a century, mathematicians searched in vain for a physical surface with hyperbolic geometry. Starting in the 1950s, they began to suggest possibilities for constructing such surfaces. Eventually, in 1997, Daina Taimina, a mathematician at Cornell University, made the first useable physical model of the hyperbolic — a feat many mathematicians had believed was impossible — using, of all things, crochet.   

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Redonkulous

I just have to put a link to this redonkulous website found via CuteOverload.com. Admittedly, I laughed pretty hard at the images at first but . . .
I mean, really, wigs for cats? The photos are fabulous and these domesticated felines don’t seem to mind the attention, but please, DON’T buy one for you cat, even if part of the proceeds go the ASPCA.
Worth the laugh though.

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Politicians who don’t like their vegetables

I found this little article pretty interesting in light of what I’ve been reading in The Sexual Politics of Meat: a Feminist-Vegetarian Critical Theory, by Carol Adams . . . regarding the history of meat as a symbol of patriarchy and vegetables as a metaphor for ‘feminine passivity’.

(AP) John Edwards has to be a mighty hungry man before he’ll touch that mushroom on his plate. Mitt Romney says he’s never met an eggplant he’d eat.

Presidential candidates do not seem to be fussy eaters for the most part. Yet they have distinct dislikes, mostly from the veggie kingdom.

Read more here.

I don’t think I need to point out that for men to eschew eating meat is still considered emasculating (remember that commercial about the wimpy tofu-eating boy?). Mostly, as Adams points out, this is tied to economics and distribution of animal-food resources: when that distribution is controlled by men there is more relative dominance on the part of men. Vegetables/plant foods, on the other hand, are often classified as ‘women’s food’ and Adams provides a lot of examples of this – from 1950s era American cookbooks to certain tribal societies to the 1988 Presidential Campain where practically all the (male) candidates were compared to vegetables- arguing that “Colloquilly [vegetable] is a synonym for a person severly brain-damaged or in a coma” and is used to express distain, criticism, and weakeness and passivity. Meat, on the other hand, equals action, strength, dominance and macho-ness – and “men who choose not to eat meat repudiate one of their masculine privileges.”

So it’s not really a surprise that Mitt Romney or Barack Obama wouldn’t wan’t to seem like a sissy. Interestingly, they didn’t ask Kucinich, who is a vegan, but we all knew he’s about as weak on principle as a fresh zuchinni … and what about H. Clinton’s response? “I don’t like the things that are still alive.” How vague is that ? and as is typical, Clinton has to appear middle of the road, non-threatening and not too masculine or feminine.
The candidates answers are perfectly crafted in response to the public perception and institutionalized ideas about what our food represents -patriarchy.

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