:: Quipu ::

:: Saturday, November 30, 2002 ::

Invasion of the Giant Jelly Fish. The huge creatures are 3 feet wide, 15 feet long. and weigh up to 23 stone. Great photo

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Owls. In American Indian legend and lore...
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Sheeple. "At checkout a computer matches your fingerprint to a customer database and then calls up your payment information to finish the purchase.
"It speeds up the checkout process and eliminates a lot of the fraud in the check cashing system," says Huddleston.
So far nearly 3,000 customers have signed up for the secure touch and pay pilot system and many say they like the convenience."



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Orangs. A secret population of orang-utans has been discovered in the forests of Borneo.
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??????. Historian says that the true origins of England's highest order of chivalry lie in a medieval cult of veneration of the Virgin Mary's genitalia.

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Carl Jung's Interpretation of UFOs. Carl Jung, the great Swiss psychiatrist, saw UFO descriptions as an archetypal mythmaking process within the collective unconscious, or subliminal mind of mankind. He pointed out that, faced with decaying religious values and mythological structures, men attempt to create a new sense of cosmic unity and belonging. The round saucer shape itself has historically symbolized wholeness. When the traditional conceptions of religion are no longer potent, the mind's image-forming processes invest a great deal of psychic energy in forming new images and new unconscious links with the creator. Jung saw this process reflected in his patient's dreams as well as in modern art and fiction. This unconscious activity he felt, could account for many UFO experiences with religious or occult overtones.
However, it was not his intention to deny the reality of such experiences. After ten year's research into the UFO literature written by such respected scientists as Edward Ruppelt, former head of the Air Force Project Blue Book, and Major Donald Keyhoe, director of NlCAP, Jung felt there was no room for doubting that many UFOs sighted were physically real. He suggested that some religiously-oriented UFO experiences were simply occasioned by or projected upon actual sightings. (He also hypothesized that certain psychic projections could throw back an echo upon a radar screen or result in other physical manifestations.) Claims of extraterrestrial contact, within a religious or spiritual context, can be found throughout history.

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The Mystery Hole. "SHOCKING PERSONAL REVELATIONS AWAIT
THOSE WHO DARE TO GAZE INTO THE INFINITE DEPTHS
OF THE AWE-INSPIRING MYSTERY HOLE"

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Greetings From Milton, Massachusetts. Here's where I be this weekend...
:: Johnny 11:22 PM [+] ::
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Lene Lovich.
Lucky Number
Udy, udy, udy, udy etc...

I never used to cry 'cause I was all alone
For me, myself and I is all I've ever known
I never felt the need to have a hand to hold
In everything I do I take complete control
That's where I'm coming from
My Lucky Number's one

I've everthing I need to keep me satisfied
There's nothing you can do to make me change my mind
I'm having so much fun
My Lucky Number's one
Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!

Ay ay ay ay ay...
I now detect an alien vibration here
There's something in the air besides the atmosphere
The object of the action is becoming clear
An imminent attack upon my heart I fear
The evidence is strong
My Lucky Number's rung
Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!

Something tells me my Lucky Number's gonna be changing soon
Something tells me Lucky Number's gonna be oweoweoweoweoweowe...

You certainly do have a strange effect on me
I never thought that I could feel the way I feel
There's something in your eyes gives me a wild idea
I never want to be apart from you my dear
I guess it must be true
My Lucky Number's two

This rearrangement suits me now I must confess
The number one was dull and number two is best
I wanna stay with you
My Lucky Number's two
Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!

Number... Number...

:: Johnny 11:13 PM [+] ::
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Weapons of Sex Destruction. "The United Nations launched perhaps its most important weapons inspections ever yesterday with a team that includes a 53-year-old Virginia man with no specialized scientific degree and a leadership role in sadomasochistic sex clubs."
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Rap Snacks.
Fer snizzle.
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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww. The world's longest tongue belongs to a German schoolgirl.
:: Johnny 10:36 PM [+] ::
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Absinthe. I want some, por favor.
:: Johnny 10:34 PM [+] ::
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A Thanksgiving Prayer by William S. Burroughs
Thanks for the wild turkey and
the passenger pigeons, destined
to be shit out through wholesome
American guts.

Thanks for a continent to despoil
and poison.

Thanks for Indians to provide a
modicum of challenge and
danger.

Thanks for vast herds of bison to
kill and skin leaving the
carcasses to rot.

Thanks for bounties on wolves
and coyotes.

Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until
the bare lies shine through.

Thanks for the KKK.

For nigger-killin' lawmen,
feelin' their notches.

For decent church-goin' women,
with their mean, pinched, bitter,
evil faces.

Thanks for "Kill a Queer for
Christ" stickers.

Thanks for laboratory AIDS.

Thanks for Prohibition and the
war against drugs.

Thanks for a country where
nobody's allowed to mind the
own business.

Thanks for a nation of finks.

Yes, thanks for all the
memories-- all right let's see
your arms!

You always were a headache and
you always were a bore.

Thanks for the last and greatest
betrayal of the last and greatest
of human dreams.
:: Johnny 10:33 PM [+] ::
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The Turducken. This recipe is just insane. Read the whole thing. I'm in awe of anyone who just even attempts this...
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Shoot, I posted something about this Turkmenistan guy yesterday, and today someone tried to kill him.
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Falconry Artwork From India. This site contains a collection of original paintings of falcons and other birds of prey in traditional Indian artistic styles.
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Ground Zero Family Fun Center. Bad taste? You bet. But you really have to see the money-making that goes on over there. They sell stuff like prints that are just not historically accurate, like showing two towers ablaze with another plane coming in…. See this page’s disclaimer at the lower left.

:: Johnny 11:28 AM [+] ::
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Create Your Own Country. “NationStates is a nation simulation game. You create your own country, fashioned after your own political ideals, and care for its people. Either that or you deliberately torture them. It's really up to you.”

:: Johnny 11:26 AM [+] ::
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Linking Survival After Death With Subatomic Physics Is Censored in Great Britain. This is strange...
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Nanotechnology Machine Art Gallery. They can only draw them now.
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Biblical Plagues..Shoot, to think I have stood on this volcano....
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One Million Links. Ahh, the missing links...
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The "Hot" Atheist Woman. I dunno...I'm enamored...
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Sir Richard Francis Burton's Hadj to Mecca as an Infidel. Only this way-cool adventurer could have pulled it off. He brought to the west the Kama Sutra too.
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The Foresight Institute. "Nonprofit educational organization formed to help prepare society for anticipated advanced technologies." In other words, look out for nanotechnology....
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Turkmenistan. "What makes the headlines, though, is Mr. Niyazov's boundless buffoonery. Having already named cities, streets, mosques, collective farms, celestial bodies and the main airport after himself in his vainglorious incarnation as Turkmenbashi, having littered the country with huge statues, billboards and portraits of himself, having put his face on all the money, all TV broadcasts and the sinister little lapel pins worn by top government officials, he went on earlier this month to remake the Turkmen calendar, renaming months and days after himself and his deceased mother. The stocky 62-year-old dictator also recently re-defined the ages of man, deciding that old age does not begin until 85, which conveniently means he'll have another 23 years before he has to fret about retirement. Though that shouldn't be a worry. Earlier this month he also had himself named "president-for-life." For the second time since 1999." From the Wall Street Journal http://www.opinionjournal.com/columnists/cRosett/?id=110002187
:: Johnny 5:11 PM [+] ::
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Let's Go Drinking in Ashbagat, Turkmenistan.
Bars / Discos Discos generally start at 11.00 and get going about midnight. An admission charge is generally levied.
British Pub - see Restaurants. Disco nightly in Florida Restaurant (garden area during the summer).
Harry's Bar. Basement of Mizan Centre (Berzengi) - see Restaurants. Loud, cafe-style disco bar.
Grand Tutrkmen Hotel. Bar on Mezzanine Floor. Pool bar outside in summer. Paradise Disco in basement. Free admission to guests.
Ak Altin Merhaba Bar. Mezzanine Floor cocktail lounge.
Turkmenistan Hotel. 24 hour bar in basement. Gloomy
Teremoc. Bar and Disco nightly 8 pm to midnight.
ABC ((Berzengui) - see Restaurants. Small bar. Disco in A Bar at rear of complex adioming swimming pool (pool emptied in winter).
Watan Cinema. New disco/bar in the cinema pit. Patio style.
Kiss. The latest "in" place from the man who established Teremoc.

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May God Strike Me Dead.
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Forgotten New York City. Bits and pieces of the old still lurk about. Speaking of Olde New York, I'm looking forward to "Gangs of New York."
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Pranking a Nigerian E-Mail Scammer. With H.P. Lovecraft references, yet....


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World AIDS Day. This is a message from Little Annie!
Hello I've been hipped up to this concert connected with this years
World AIDS Day, and feel compelled to pass it on. It sounds great.
Here's the 411
GIVE US HOPE
A WORLD AIDS DAY BENEFIT CONCERT
featuring TIM JANIS and THE SINIKITHEMBA HIV+ CHOIR
OF SOUTH AFRICA
special guest TIM SHEW
Sunday December 1st, 2002 at 4pm
THE RIVERSIDE CHURCH
490 Riverside Drive
New York, New York
tickets $25 all proceeds to benefit AIDS projects in Africa
for tickets please call 866-468-7619
or visit www.ticketweb.com
Also here are some web sights to find out about local events for WORLD
AIDS DAY 2002 around the world.
www.unaids.org
www.avert.org

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9/11 Timeline. Interesting.
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Old UFO Photos. From like the 20s, 30s and 40s.
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Loch Ness Webcam. Can you scope out Nessie?
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Jack and Lee. Jack Ruby shot Lee Harvey Oswald 39 years ago today. Here's a link to LHO's last words.
12:33 P.M. Lee Harvey Oswald left work, entered a bus, and said, "Transfer, please."
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JFK. Here's what really happened 39 years ago.
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Oh Really? I Didn't Know That.
TO: All Employees
FROM: Internal Communications
SUBJECT: Suspicious Emails Soliciting Help Transferring Funds
Recently, a number of employees have received "urgent" emails, often from Nigeria, Congo or Angola, making an emotional request for help in "secretly" moving funds out of these nations for safekeeping, usually offering a portion of the funds as payment. Some of these requests ask for your bank account number or an initial payment, supposedly preventing you from becoming liable for money laundering penalties. This device enables the requesting party to gain access to your money.
While these are disturbing to receive, this approach has been around for a number of years and is generally believed to be a fraud. Please disregard.

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Emotion, Violent Blasts and Metaphor. I flew to Europe in August 2001. I sought my lover.
This was an armchair traveler’s first trip outside the hemisphere. Shit, I’d been up and down on this longtitude, from Newfoundland to Florida to Caribbean isles. Never left or right, never East or West. Always up and down the map, never all around.
On the flight I scoped from my window the southern tip of Ireland. I knew it was Ireland because British Airways has this TV screen on the back of the seat in front of you, so you can track your flight. I thought up north there they have The Troubles. We flew over Cardiff, in Wales. I thought of my friend Sharon below. Then, we flew over England. It was a patchwork of farming fields, different shades of green and gray. No crop circles. But I thought, this place was bombed by Junkers and Heinkels. V-1 and V-2 rocket bombs exploded here. I wanted my lover.
I spent an hour or so at the café at Heathrow, drinking a beer, smoking, and thinking about her. I looked at the scratches on my arm. They came from running for the #62 bus to the ferry at the outset of my trip—my luggage caused me to fall. No big deal I thought at the time, but from my readings later I gleaned that the stumble was a portent.
After the café, I got on the Athens flight. The pilot announced all the usual crap that somehow I know pilots announce all the time. And then: “We will be flying over Austria, Croatia, and Bosnia,” he said. Good. More war reminders. (I have since delved into the Croatian thing, and it ain’t pretty. Look out for landmines.)
I arrived in Greece. I met her, my lover. Ever hear hearts pound?
Emotions high. Sexual energy extant. Constant glowing.
I see Athens. I think, “This place was occupied by Nazis.” Lover described former apartment house dwelling that had Nazi bullet holes on its front. We go to the Acropolis and the Parthenon. There’s a plaque there honoring two cats who climbed up there one night, ripped down the Nazi flag, and ran up the Greek standard. Shoot, I think ouzo was involved.
We go to an Aegean island.
Explosions. Dynamite blasts interrupted negotiations with peasant Lazurus over quarters. Quarrymen out back. BOOM!
Peasant landlord Lazurus advised that hunting season began the next morning.
That evening, black volcanic beach beckoned. Beach emotions. Heart emotions. Emotions ruled. Heart felt. What is this feeling? Back in our hot, stuffy, and little room, we made love. The little fan did little to cool us.
Dawn arrived, and outside the farmhouse accommodations I watched men with shotguns and .22s go up the rocky trail. A short time later, I saw rabbits and birds slaughtered. Shot. Dead.
We climbed the volcano that blew apart the island 2,000 years ago. A sense of immense power prevailed. It still steamed. And so did my feelings for this woman standing next to me.
We let off steam at the disco.
But things fell apart.
Things slid, somehow.
Some songs I heard there at the Paradise I can’t bear to hear anymore, but they keep showing up to this day in coincidental matters.
I flew back to USA a few days later. I landed at Newark, took the bus to the PATH, got that train to the WTC, walked to the ferry, disembarked from there to the Sidestreet, and drank.
I did shots of tequila for about a week, something I just do not do. I missed her madly, and I was devastated by her absence.
And then one fine Tuesday morning 12 days after my return from the Hellenic Republic—it really was a nice, beautiful, sunny day—I witnessed 3,000 people die with my own eyes. I saw a jet plane fly into a building and a jet-fuel explosion that rattled my window. I watched skyscrapers fall. I was covered in shit and debris as I marched up the FDR Drive. I cried for those people.
Emotion. Explosion. War. Love.
I hope the latter, for us all.
Love? What is it?
Most natural painkiller what there is.
LOVE
--William S. Burroughs

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A Dangerous, Scary Man. Shit, in this country, he'd be arrested, and for good reason. And then we would have a new TV spectacle to gawk at. Imagine the perp walk. I know I would be gawkin' (I didn't much gawk at his nose photo last week, though--now that was scary.)
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Wild Man Fisher. This gonna take some 'splainin, but i just don't feel like it right now.
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Japanese Urban Legends, Or What?
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Scars. This is a site that features photos of movie stars who sport scars.
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Archives. I've republished everything since July. They are all the way over to the right.
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R.I.P. James Coburn. Whenever he comes in conversation, Butch and I always recall the scene in "In Like Flint" where he talks dolphin. Read a synopsis here
:: Johnny 10:19 AM [+] ::
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Spam Scam. This one sure got the Nigerian one beat. Bonus: Great Third World English.
Dear Sir,

Please my husband has been killed,I am currently in
hiding with my little daughter and my communication
with the outside world is limited based on the fact
that even the wife of the deputy to my husband has
been kidnapped.My whole world has fallen apart.

My name is Michelle Guei,My husband Robert,has until
some few days ago was leading our
country-Cote'd'vour.He retired some people from the
military.These people formed an alliance with the
leftists and decided to eliminate him like a foul.My
country is now in tormoil by virture of this.

There is a price for catching me based on the fact
that they got wind of the fact that I escaped with
some documents pertaining to funds deposits made by my
husband which he was hoping to use for investment.I
had to pay dearly for my escape,and even the mere move
of being a female without a male sheild is suddenly
dangerous.Now I am wrecked.

Hope still lingers for me and my little girl,in the
documents that I have with me, as we have been able to
assert ownership of the funds in the various secure
houses which amount to an average of $24million
dollars each,which he lodged in with further
instructions that they were for onward transmission to
an expartraite friend,but unfurtunately,he died before
contacting that friend.

I would need to have these funds recieved.They have to
be moved out, into a safer environment,so that I can
afford to fulfill the investment aspirations of my
late husband.
This forms the crux of my mail to you,which after my
prayers,I decided on you,after hours of revealing
prayers,I would also require that you recieve these
"items" on my behalf,after which you will send to me a
visa so that I could come to your country for the
settlement. Moreover, I seriously need mobility.I at
this instance offer a 15% settlement of the total face
value as peace offering to you for your kind
assistance.

If your interest is elicited,kindly make available
your phone,and fax number so that we can have access
to each other in other for me to prepare the necessary
documents that will ensure the smooth safe landing of
these "items" to you.

Regards,

Michele
:: Johnny 9:32 AM [+] ::
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Musical Coinci-Dance. The past few days I posted some lyrics by Bryan Ferry/Roxy Music. I had no idea he was playing in the area. I read a review--a good one--in today's paper, from his show at the Beacon. It mentioned that his gee-tar player for this tour is Chris Spedding. Spedding is the gee-tarist I refer into the post below who plays the rockin' instrumental on Robert Gordon"s "Black Slacks." Go figure...

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Overheard on Ferry.
Guy: "I can't do it! I can't do it!"
Gal: Neither can I! I'm diagnosed manic-depressive!"
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Black Slacks. Apparently originally done by Joe Bennett and the Sparkletones, in the late 70s this was popularized by Robert Gordon.
When I go places
I just don't care
You'd know why if you'd see what I wear
Black slacks pegged fourteen
Black slacks, really are keen
Black slacks make a cool daddy-o
When I put them on I'm a-rarin' to go

The girls all look when I go by
It's what I wear that makes them sigh
Black slacks, I wear a red bow-tie
Black slacks, they say "Me, Oh my!"
Black slacks, with a cat-chain down to my knees
I ain't nothin' but a real cool breeze

Man you ought to see me with my derby on
I know that you would say, "He's gone!"
Black slacks, mostly in the head
Black slacks, well that's what I said
Black slacks, I'm the cat's pajamas
Cause I run around with crazy little mamas
(here, in Gordon's version at least, is a rockin' gee-tar break, prefaced by an exortation to "Go, cat, go!")
B-B-B-B-Black slacks
B-B-B-B-Black slacks
B-B-B-B-Black slacks
B-B-B-B-Black slacks
B-B-B-B-Black slacks

Black slacks make a cool daddy-o
When I put 'em on I'm a-rarin' to go

- Joe Bennett-Jimmy Denton




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Carl LaFong. Arriving on the scene at daybreak, Barnes is inquiring about the whereabouts of: "LaFong? Carl LaFong? Capital L, small a, capital F, small o, small n, small g." Fields: "No, I don't know Carl LaFong -- capital L, small a, capital F, small o, small n, small g. And if I did know Carl LaFong, I wouldn't admit it!"
:: Johnny 6:53 AM [+] ::
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W.C. Fields. "Witness the scene in which, under ceaseless torment from his wife, Fields finds it impossible to sleep in the house so he strings up a hammock on the porch, where he's similarly tormented by a man looking for one "Carl LaFong -- capital 'L,' small 'a,' capital 'F,' small 'o,' small 'n,' small 'g.'" Their back-and-forth banter -- complete with multiple spellings of Mr. LaFong's name -- is a study in irritation that's never been topped, even by Fields himself." Thanks, Womack, for reminding me of this. I'm laughing.
:: Johnny 6:39 AM [+] ::
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Homeland Security Act of 2002.
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Mark of the Beast. "Get Chipped", my ass. Read the press release. here's an excerpt:
In the security field, VeriChip can be used in a variety of security, defense, homeland security and secure-access applications. These applications include using VeriChip to control authorized access to government installations and private-sector buildings, nuclear power plants, national research laboratories, correctional facilities, and sensitive transportation resources. VeriChip is able to function as a stand-alone, tamper-proof personal verification technology or it can operate in conjunction with other security technologies such as standard ID badges and advanced biometric devices (e.g. retina scanners, thumbprint readers or face recognition devices). The use of VeriChip as a means for secure access can also be extended to include a range of consumer products such as PCs, laptops, cars, cell phones, and even homes and apartments.
:: Johnny 12:20 PM [+] ::
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Homeland Orwellian Nightmare.
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The Homeland Security Act: The Fascist Wish List Fulfilled.
:: Johnny 12:04 PM [+] ::
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Archeological Dig Uncovers Ancient Race of Skeleton People.
:: Johnny 11:45 AM [+] ::
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little annie anxiety bandez. Annie and her mom have a gallery show going on. I missed the opening. Damn. Check out the great photos of Annie after checking the gallery info.
:: Johnny 11:43 AM [+] ::
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Attention All Homelanders.
:: Johnny 11:39 AM [+] ::
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Great Graphic, Scary Implications.
:: Johnny 11:37 AM [+] ::
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Criswell Predicts. He was supposed to be a psychic but he was just full of it. He uttered these memorable words in "Plan 9 from Outer Space" (my favorite is in italics): Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you
and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future
events such as these will affect you in the future. You are interested in the
unknown, the mysterious, the unexplainable. That is why you are here. And now,
for the first time, we are bringing to you the full story of what happened on
that fateful day. We are giving you all the evidence, based only on the secret
testimonies of the miserable souls who survived this terrifying ordeal. The
incidents, the places, my friend we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Let us
punish the guilty, let us reward the innocent. My friend, can your heart stand
the shocking facts about grave robbers from outer space?

:: Johnny 4:30 PM [+] ::
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More Than This. Another Roxy Music song.

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this-there is nothing
More than this-tell me one thing
More than this-there is nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this-there is nothing
More than this-tell me one thing
More than this-there is nothing
:: Johnny 4:18 PM [+] ::
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Cool. Thanks, Klaudija, for the link.
:: Johnny 4:12 PM [+] ::
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You Are A Suspect. From the NY Times:
You Are a Suspect
By WILLIAM SAFIRE
WASHINGTON — If the Homeland Security Act is not amended before passage, here is what will happen to you:

Every purchase you make with a credit card, every magazine subscription you buy and medical prescription you fill, every Web site you visit and e-mail you send or receive, every academic grade you receive, every bank deposit you make, every trip you book and every event you attend — all these transactions and communications will go into what the Defense Department describes as "a virtual, centralized grand database."

To this computerized dossier on your private life from commercial sources, add every piece of information that government has about you — passport application, driver's license and bridge toll records, judicial and divorce records, complaints from nosy neighbors to the F.B.I., your lifetime paper trail plus the latest hidden camera surveillance — and you have the supersnoop's dream: a "Total Information Awareness" about every U.S. citizen.

This is not some far-out Orwellian scenario. It is what will happen to your personal freedom in the next few weeks if John Poindexter gets the unprecedented power he seeks.

Remember Poindexter? Brilliant man, first in his class at the Naval Academy, later earned a doctorate in physics, rose to national security adviser under President Ronald Reagan. He had this brilliant idea of secretly selling missiles to Iran to pay ransom for hostages, and with the illicit proceeds to illegally support contras in Nicaragua.

A jury convicted Poindexter in 1990 on five felony counts of misleading Congress and making false statements, but an appeals court overturned the verdict because Congress had given him immunity for his testimony. He famously asserted, "The buck stops here," arguing that the White House staff, and not the president, was responsible for fateful decisions that might prove embarrassing.

This ring-knocking master of deceit is back again with a plan even more scandalous than Iran-contra. He heads the "Information Awareness Office" in the otherwise excellent Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, which spawned the Internet and stealth aircraft technology. Poindexter is now realizing his 20-year dream: getting the "data-mining" power to snoop on every public and private act of every American.

Even the hastily passed U.S.A. Patriot Act, which widened the scope of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act and weakened 15 privacy laws, raised requirements for the government to report secret eavesdropping to Congress and the courts. But Poindexter's assault on individual privacy rides roughshod over such oversight.

He is determined to break down the wall between commercial snooping and secret government intrusion. The disgraced admiral dismisses such necessary differentiation as bureaucratic "stovepiping." And he has been given a $200 million budget to create computer dossiers on 300 million Americans.

When George W. Bush was running for president, he stood foursquare in defense of each person's medical, financial and communications privacy. But Poindexter, whose contempt for the restraints of oversight drew the Reagan administration into its most serious blunder, is still operating on the presumption that on such a sweeping theft of privacy rights, the buck ends with him and not with the president.

This time, however, he has been seizing power in the open. In the past week John Markoff of The Times, followed by Robert O'Harrow of The Washington Post, have revealed the extent of Poindexter's operation, but editorialists have not grasped its undermining of the Freedom of Information Act.

Political awareness can overcome "Total Information Awareness," the combined force of commercial and government snooping. In a similar overreach, Attorney General Ashcroft tried his Terrorism Information and Prevention System (TIPS), but public outrage at the use of gossips and postal workers as snoops caused the House to shoot it down. The Senate should now do the same to this other exploitation of fear.

The Latin motto over Poindexter"s new Pentagon office reads "Scientia Est Potentia" — "knowledge is power." Exactly: the government's infinite knowledge about you is its power over you. "We're just as concerned as the next person with protecting privacy," this brilliant mind blandly assured The Post. A jury found he spoke falsely before

:: Johnny 4:11 PM [+] ::
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Love Is the Drug.
Words and music by Bryan Ferry and Andy McKay

T'aint no big t'ing
To wait for the bell to ring
T'aint no big t'ing
The toll of the bell

Aggravated - spare for days
I troll downtown the red light place
Jump up bubble up - what's in store
Love is the drug and I need to score

Showing out, showing out, hit and run
Boy meets girl where the beat goes on
Stitched up tight, can't shake free
Love is the drug got a hook on me

Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh oh can't you see
Love is the drug for me

Late that night I park my car
Stake my place in the singles bar
Face to face, toe to toe
Heart to heart as we hit the floor

Lumber up limbo down
The locked embrace, the stumble round
I say go, she say yes
Dim the lights, you can guess the rest

Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh oh can't you see
Love is the drug got a hook in me
Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of

Oh oh can't you see
Love the drug for me

:: Johnny 4:42 PM [+] ::
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Redneck Photos. Yer darn tootin' it's funny as all get out. Don't miss the redneck wedding announcement and by all means check out the redneck horseshoes. How come it is okay to make fun of rednecks?
:: Johnny 4:00 PM [+] ::
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Outer Space. Book your flight now. No kidding.
:: Johnny 3:46 PM [+] ::
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Don Martin. Gallery dedicated to the great Mad Magazine artist. He always had the best cartoon sound effects.
:: Johnny 3:40 PM [+] ::
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The Rap Dictionary.
:: Johnny 3:31 PM [+] ::
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Hah. The Headlines Are Now The Links!. I am a friggin' genius.
:: Johnny 3:26 PM [+] ::
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Akiyoshi's Illusion Pages. "Caution: This page contains some works of "anomalous motion illusion", which might make sensitive observers dizzy or sick. Should you feel dizzy, you had better leave this page immediately." Fun.
:: Johnny 3:20 PM [+] ::
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"Team Rodent: How Disney Devours the World". Cool, funny book about those evil Disney dudes. Hiaasen is a great writer. http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews/0345422805.asp
:: Johnny 2:59 PM [+] ::
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The BBC's 50 Places To See Before You Die. I've only been to three..and one of those I happen to live in. How sad. How about you? http://www.bbc.co.uk/50/
:: Johnny 2:48 PM [+] ::
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The War on Terror. It continues apace... http://abc.net.au/news/newsitems/s725506.htm/
:: Johnny 2:11 PM [+] ::
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More Big Brother. The Information Awareness Office. It's headed by that Iran-Contra guy Poindexter. Check out the eye-in-the-pyramid logo. http://www.conspiracyarchive.com/NWO/Paranoid.htm
:: Johnny 5:31 PM [+] ::
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The Assassins. http://65.107.211.206/cpace/theory/alamut/hassan.html
:: Johnny 4:24 PM [+] ::
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Text Messaging Causes Divorce. ..or so say some wags in India. A cell phone was burnt in protest... http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2002/11/11/1036308623342.html
:: Johnny 1:15 PM [+] ::
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Eminem. Why women adore him. read about the "snarling sourpuss" and his lady fans here: http://www.nypost.com/entertainment/61909.htm
:: Johnny 10:57 AM [+] ::
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Bush Binocs. I think Dan Quayle tried this with a bazooka once. (thanx AKO) http://myjokemail.com/BushBinoculars.jpg
:: Johnny 10:33 AM [+] ::
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Dali Disembarks. "In 1940, Salvador Dali was on a steamship bound for New York City. Already well known as the leader of the Surrealist art movement, Dali planned for days his grand entrance to the New World. This would be his new home, and his entrance would be a birth pain to waken big, busy New York City. Dali talked the ship's chef into baking a six-foot long loaf of bread that he would carry ashore instead of luggage. As the ship docked, photographers were ready to capture the art-celebrity's arrival. The photographers took pictures, but to Dali's despair, no reporter bothered to ask about the tremendous loaf. Dali could not understand why the reporters failed to acknowledge his symbol of the bizarre. Were New Yorkers more surreal than even Dali?" Walsh sez, Yes! (From SYMBOL LOGIC by Michael Thibodeau at http://www.designindabamag.com/artical0103-symbol.html )
:: Johnny 10:33 PM [+] ::
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Karaoke. I didn't go Friday night. I missed my weekly trance session. Man, that singing makes me real far gone...
:: Johnny 10:19 PM [+] ::
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"Your Poems Set to Music. Make Big Money." A rip-off fer shur, and here is a fun little site about those little ads in back of magazines. Archive of actual songs. Dan's Paper's co-worker Elda (formerly of NYC's The Stillettoes) used to sing these things for an extra buck now and then. From the site: "When the song-poet responds by sending her (for most song-poets are female) verse in for "evaluation," the shark mails back a barrage of promotional literature in which he (for most song sharks are male) lays out a more sophisticated round of deceptions than can be squeezed into the ads. The verse, no matter how hopeless, is invariably given a top rating, thus inflating the song-poet's ego and expectations." http://www.aspma.com/
:: Johnny 10:15 PM [+] ::
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Cultural Survival. Helps indigenous peoples and ethnic groups deal as equals in their relations with national and international societies. http://www.cs.org/newpage/index.cfm

:: Johnny 10:07 PM [+] ::
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Consult the Oracle. The I Ching, that is, at the Empower Station. Philip K. Dick used the I Ching to plot the characters moves in his Hugo Award-winning novel "The Man in the High Castle." http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/empowertools/iching.htm
:: Johnny 10:01 PM [+] ::
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"In the Realm of Spirits: Traditional Dayak Tattoo of Borneo." Nice article about the indigenous people of Borneo. Old photos too. "According to the beliefs of the Iban, one of the souls of a person resides in their head and by taking someone else's you capture their soul as well as their status, strength, skill and power. Thus, it is not surprising that human heads, once taken and preserved, were respected in ritual; their spirits became adopted members of the group that took them and were persuaded to aid their captors in many ways."
http://www.vanishingtattoo.com/borneo_tattoos_1.htm
:: Johnny 9:58 PM [+] ::
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Cellphone Symphony. On WFMU 91.1 Join Kenny G this coming Wednesday evening, November 13, from 8-11 as he welcomes his guest composer and artist Golan Levin. Levin will be presenting and discussing his "Dialtones Telesymphony," a concert performance whose sounds are wholly produced through the choreographed ringing of the audience's own mobile phones. That's this coming Wednesday evening, November 13, from 8-11 PM. http://www.wfmu.org
:: Johnny 9:57 PM [+] ::
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Lincoln vs. Kennedy. That whole Lincoln/Kennedy coincidence thing is debunked here http://www.snopes.com/history/american/linckenn.htm
:: Johnny 9:55 PM [+] ::
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Rally Monkey Movie. What did I tell you the other day? I'm a regular Criswell, I am. http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news/ap/20021105/ap-angels-rallymonkey.html
:: Johnny 9:22 AM [+] ::
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Get Your Bonfire On. It's Guy Fawkes Night in the U.K. . Celebrate Guy Fawkes' foiled attempt to blow up Parliament. http://www.novareinna.com/festive/guy.html However, check out these namby-pambies: http://reuters.com/news_article.jhtml?type=humannews&StoryID=1674742
:: Johnny 11:58 AM [+] ::
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Puppets. They are scary, no? http://www.puppetterror.com/site/stories1.html
:: Johnny 11:32 PM [+] ::
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Muslims Get Answers. Jeez, wow long and what shape should my beard be? For Christ's sake, how do I stop those European-style toilets from contaminating me? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, can I pray while I'm on the rag? Here's an actual question:
Ques: My question is that what shari'ah says about "dance"? Is it prohibited or not? Is there any evidence in Sunnah or Hadith. If allowed, give me the terms and condition in which it is allowed.
Ans: Dance is an absurd and ludicrous act which is responsible for spreading obscenity and immodesty in the society which is unlawful and Haram in Shari'ah. The Shari'ah had not allowed it at any moment. Mostly this act is done by unmarried boys and girls, this shows how evil it is. Therefore, Dance and similar sort of Haram acts are forbidden. To refrain from these is wajib.
(ref: At-Tanweer Wa Sharah, page 395 vol.6 )
Find out the truth here: http://www.binoria.org/q&a/restricted.html
:: Johnny 11:25 PM [+] ::
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Space Ship Time Machine. You get to put a message to the future, to our descendents, on a space ship that will return to Earth in 50,000 years. Only a couple weks left. Go, do it now. My message? "Boy, are you lucky you don't live in 2002." http://www.keo.org/
:: Johnny 11:19 PM [+] ::
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Thuggee. Today is Diwali in India. It is a festival of light. In Bengal, it is dedicated to the goddess Kali. I wonder if there are still any Thugs around? http://www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thuggee
:: Johnny 3:58 PM [+] ::
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"Crazy Date." Crazy rockabilly lyrics for you. From The Crazy Teens. From that crazy year of 1959. And, you know what? The lyrics don't sound crazy at all, but I heard the song a couple of years ago on The Hound's radio show on WFMU and it rocks. Thanks Crazy Teens. Now I gotta find a recording.
CRAZY DATE
(Unlisted)
THE CRAZY TEENS (SCOTT SF-19, 1959)
I called my baby 'bout a quarter of eight
I asked my baby if she wanted a date
I said I'd meet her a the corner at nine
She gave a sigh, she said now that's just fine

I asked my baby what she wanted to do
She gave a sigh, she said now that's up to you
Well, the icecream parlor or the picture show
She gave a sigh, she said now that's too slow

Well, how's about the Friday nigt hop
That would be fine, if I knew how to bop
Listen here baby, don't get in such a stew
It's Friday night, there should be plenty to do
Man, that was a crazy date...
(via http://rocker99.rockabilly.nl/lyrics1/c0091.htm )
:: Johnny 12:44 PM [+] ::
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Village Halloween Parade. I got to view it from a loft at 14th and 6th. Pretty wild and lots of fun. You get this many people gathered together just about any other place in the world and there's probably effigy-burning going on. Another reason why NYC is great.
:: Johnny 12:38 PM [+] ::
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High Strangeness. Of course I think we will be underwhelmed come March 8, 2003. http://www.8march2003.com/
:: Johnny 12:36 PM [+] ::
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Eureka! Finally figured out how to do the link thing. No more cutting and pasting for you!
:: Johnny 12:34 PM [+] ::
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Poppycock. That's all I can say about this, and I saw the goddamn towers come down with my own eyes. The book was written in the 1940s or 1950s for chrissakes. http://www.twotowersprotest.org/index.html
:: Johnny 12:30 PM [+] ::
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