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 1 Feb 2007 @ 18:36
What is the universe made of? Why can't humans regenerate lost body parts? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? The Daily Show's John Hodgman and a who's-who of science thinkers explore dozens of life's mysteries, big and small:
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 25 Jan 2007 @ 02:09
Whirlwinds are supposed to mark the passing of fairies. If you're quick, and can throw your left shoe, a knife, dirt from a molehill, or your bonnet into the whirlwind, the faeries will drop what they are carrying. Othertimes, the faeries might bestow on interfering mortals some kind of gift or curse.
Whirlwinds under faery power also carry people off.
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 12 Dec 2006 @ 05:48
TITLE
There was a boy, that ran wild among the reeds and leaves.
He loved the sting of the wind on his face, as ran like beauty black,
on the palmed beaches of his imagination and across the stolden summer greens.
There to, he would box the red wing black birds that scolded and jabed at his
tortured soul, for coming to close to their nested futures.
Always they would win and he would cower and run away to nowhere, searching,
longing for his dead home that never was.
They said a rogue tornado had stolden him from his heart.
That's what they said anyway.
So he fell in love with the sun cause it would ease and warm the chill and pain
before the dawn, as he would wake each morn from the depths of the cold and dark
nights that drowned him as he slept.
One day, after much betrayal, he sold what was left of his ravaged body
to the money pimps and by chance it bought him a meeting with four small angels.
Fearing they would leave him, he captured and caged their goodness in a gilded cage.
There goodness helped to warm him as he braved the icy hell of his uncertain prison.
Sadly though one by one the angels died, till after the third one his tears had turned
from pain to blood. Swallowing the last bittersweet honey of them, he knew in his silly
pretense that he would set the last angel free. He held it in his hands, sad goodbye and off
it winged to where it would.
The warmth gone he sat as if to die but somewhere, very deep,very very deep,
"crack", a tear moistened seed broke through its husk and began its journey to the sun.
A.G.Jonas
(c) 2006
Canada
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24 Jan 2005 @ 00:59
"Star Pooptrek"
01-23-05, 05:57 pm (PDT)
In response to message #0
Captain Captain.....
What is it Scotty...
says Captain Male Chicken
The poop is hitting the warp coils...
and the warp coils are have lost their
govenors....
The ship will keep increasing
endlessly in speed forever...
*spock gasps*
Captain Kock
swivels his chair
*hmmm this is serious
he thinks to himself*
Is this poop gravity fed mr spook
*spook is having an emotional
crisis*
Not now Captain my mother never hugged me
*captain reaches into bag of tricks*
Here this is jojo my favorite teddy bear that
I never had..... hold and hug once an hour
*spock tears streamin*
Mama mama
so spook is this poop gravity fed
well my calculations on my amiga
computer game....
oh the computers are down by the way
captain
Indicate it is partially gravity fed.....
hmmm only paritally....
well we'll have to scoop then....
man the shovels men if we feed enough
poop into the warp drives we should
be able to slow them down
and then maybe Scotty could jury rig some
kind of automated system that regulates
the drives with poop injection....
Captain *smiles scotty* it may just work
cut
who wrote this....
this has got to be wierd
theres a brandy a comin your way captain
now now scotty you know I don't touch the stuff
anymore not since the pregancy .....
say no more captain
perhaps a little port though.....
With grace, peace, and
love....
May we be Blessed.....
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4 Nov 2004 @ 14:47
TOUCHED BY GLORY(A true story)
The year was 1983, in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. I was living in a small house on the outskirts of the city. Strangely enough it was the house our family had lived in, in my first 2 or 3 years of life. It had been relocated from its original place and brought to this place besides the Black Mud Creek.
After a rather uneventful life, I had just gone through a divorce and was working for the government of Altberta. My divorce had so distrubed me that I had sought out professional help, also from the government. I was sort of diagnosed as having had some sort of trauma during the first two years of my life. Eventually it was revealed and remembered by my mother that I had had a convulsion at the age of 2 and had stopped breathing. My father was called and assessed the situation with the aide of a medical book and revived me a short time later by turning me upside down and spanking me. The hospital was called and I was placed under observation. Unfortunately my parent were recent immigrants to Canada and as a result I at that time only spoke German. Memories reveal that at that time I had cried for water and to go home repeatedly but no one could understand or aid me. I cried incessantly until sometime later an old cleaning lady came to my aide explaining to the charge nurse that I needed some water. I suspect the damage was done and had taken its toll. A toll that would effect me throughout my life.
At any rate, after the divorce and my breakdown, I was residing by myself in this small home. One night a friend came over and we listened to music and perhaps got high. Prior to this evening I had been experiencing flashes of red light. They would appear at odd times but usually accompanied with intense emotions and music. I felt somewhat possessed and obsessed with and by them. I had no idea what they meant. I was also experiencing time loss and electrical sensations from
household appliances. It was to say in the least, a highly disturbing time. I would sometimes have visions of myself floating in space above the Earth and looking down upon it.
I because of all this tried to get some time off work but I had exhausted all my leave time and they said, my government employer, that I would need a doctors note to gain further leave. I was under a professionals care at the time at my own expense and asked if he could provide me with that. He seemed to indicate that my situation was adverse but would not provide me with the necessary documentation so in a kind of desperation I felt I had no options left and found it necessary to quit my job and hope for the best. Little did I know what the future held in store.
I think this period was sometime after the death of John Lennon the Beatle yet one night perhaps it was the radio, I had a connection there some how. Anyway much was occurring it seemed on many and every level. Our city hockey team The Edmonton Oilers were battling for the Grey Cup. Hockey fever was in full swing and so it seemed was the cold war. It was a rather stressing and distressing time all around. I guess it was the logical progression of a breakdown and perhaps the final receiving of an uncontested divorce papers, I don't clearly remember but it signaled the end or something. I was finding it too then most difficult to separate thoughts,fantasies and realities from one an other.
My friend had come over that night for what reason I'm not sure. I think he may have been concerned for my welfare. At any rate we were perhaps high or something and then it happened. I was seated in my chair looking south across the living room. I glanced at my friend to the east of me and he seated as well seemed zonked out and preoccupied with staring at the floor. And then it happened the room sort of seemed to dissolve and I appeared to be there but it was like I was in a kind of hazy red fluid.
Everything was melted and I was simply an other melted part of it. It was heaven, timeless spaceless heaven...... the sea of Love..... I was thinking to myself I want to stay here forever or I've been here before. I had been having some thoughts about the womb around that time period ..... Feeling perhaps the Love abundant there....
My songs of the time reflecting this....." Wheres my Love"... a line from one and....
"Cinderelli where are you"..... " and it could be poetry in time if the lovers kept singing"......... and "Sunlo begone"..... a fantasy of a dragon that I was trying to slay or chase away from the children of the world who seemed in danger. Well we were all in danger it was the cold war afterall.
Here I floated in this sea of Love or heaven and then something or someone appeared there and ahead to the southeast of my chair..... I was a presence a personage of some sort that I recalled it seemed from somewhere before because I said "YOU" silently to myself..... and "knew" this but didn't know or understand it. This glowing red light hovered for a while there about 4 feet away and then came over to me and passed its hand or something through me where my heart was and where incidentally I had spilled a pot of boiling water on me at the age of
four.
Somehow there appeared to be some kind of exchange of information or something and just as suddenly it seemed it and the sea disappeared and I was left
sitting there with the worst splitting headache. I looked east to my friend and he was still zonked staring at the floor. I abruptly said I had to go to bed and left because it was all to much somehow.
As much as I have thought about it over the years I have been unable to make sense of it . What or who was this red light that hovered at heart level above the ground. How or what had it done to me by touching me. The touch was like a certainty of something..... death perhaps. I felt that that touch should have killed me but I lived if you can call it that somehow. I struggled endlessly to identify and sort out that night until I just had to let go of it because it haunted and possessed me so over the years. I dared not tell anyone perhaps only one or two because it was too real or at least so real that I felt I could not deny it. Yet I had to come to deny it myself because it was or seemed so creditless somehow. Certainly it would have been considered crazy talk or such. So over the years the memory has diminished and the quest left unanswered. Yet just recently I read a passage about "GLORY" and a kind of certainty came over me. A ringing true of what it was.
I then on that night of spring of 1983 had witnessed and been touched by Glory.
Ed
Nov 4 2004
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