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 6 Dec 2006 @ 03:22
As you are driving down the street this afternoon,
please pay special attention to the messages being delivered
to the shoreline of your ocean of thoughts.
Principal and Intermediate arteries of the urban labyrinth
are saturated with messages appealing for our undivided attention. Industrial society has been living in the billboard jungle for quite some time now and we are rather acclimatized to the progression of images that unfold every time we venture forth towards the street of shops with its signs beyond number.- - - - -.-
After the methane hydrates have dissolved and the South polar ice cap has melted into the ocean, the underlying continent, whatever of its mountain ranges and plateaus remain above sea level, may turn out to be the only habitable environment available for the continuation of the hominid experiment.
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 3 Dec 2006 @ 20:41
The Light of Day is upon us, and there is no word for time.
The Ross Ice Shelf, apparently, is on its way
to breaking free from its mother
on our way to the beginning of the Big Melt Down. More >
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 30 Nov 2006 @ 04:35
The Oil Company is putting a damper on the enlightenment of the emerging generation. More >
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 7 Nov 2006 @ 14:18
For All My Relations More >
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 1 Nov 2006 @ 08:35
Tuesday into Wednesday, October thirty-first into November first. What has been going on? La Llorona at the National Hispanic Cultural Center. The story of the Wailing Woman, a centuries old story, who searches forever through the night in search of her long lost children. More >
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 12 Oct 2006 @ 07:37
In the morning,
the Rio Grande
near Pilar
between Espanola
and Taos.
What does the River know? More >
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 11 Aug 2006 @ 05:41
Fences: August 10, 2006
Imagine the day when there were no fences on the North American continent. Pick any continent you want, or pick ‘em all. We are all surrounded by fences, with corridors of asphalt threading our cities together. When someone wants to get-out-of-town, they follow one of those corridors to its remote end lost in the forest or the prairie, or the desert or wherever it leads to that is not another city. All of the cities are one city, attached to the wilderness through a few loose threads. No one goes through the wilderness from one city to another. One goes back and forth on the road between the city and the wilderness. The road within the city extends through corridors that have nothing to do with the wilderness except in so far as the latter is background scenery. When the horses are unhitched from the chariots, those chariots shall be essentially useless, likewise their asphalt corridors. Where will be the places that one will go, to and fro? As the corridors become meaningless, the fences will fall into disrepair and irrelevance. Communities finding each other and themselves through trusting relationships shall last forever, and the others are marking the path of mutually assured destruction. Keep a candle burning for your friend in the darkness.
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