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June 17, 2002

MUFFIN LOGIC - bambi

Muffin Logic (Eleven Teen Torturkammer)

I’ve been hanging to woo, I can't pinpoint I miss, past the dawn I walk, somewhere a heart that breaks in no time or place.

Eleven teen sweet float jets guns violins, today in the hollow shack tomorrow down by the river comes, with cowboys a special plan some free action, crying waves, feathers, trees tumbling feet tickling moving, switches cracking the fender down, up on the wall dreaming in the torturkammer.

What’s to come is what’s left, behind birdie I got a trumpet, rust and sick and sleepy, a play waves thru skin deserts, doors and trees and reach shelters at distance and summer, shall arise sand guide you thru game plays, crying run I can't of tin drums and fire, breezing me down in the torturkammer.

Shake bracing dust sweet, midnight dogs nails, send me back unreadable to Graceland, more wild women with sticks, rattling on the hills at dawn, come up in the hollow shack, dream of sound sound soundglasses, dusk falling broken, one keeping the other up, up in the torturkammer.

Black and white blonde, with cash spat six six sixteen, walk vanity fair out, were you only wrong in the darkness remix, lie down with too much heaven, down mincing electric cats, stirring the lingo from one side of nowhere to man on the moon, the sup song boils down the torturkammer.

Like black songs a funeral, the winter's wheel spins blurs and vanishes, the preachers the moon bright , smashing their teeth and once there was a girl, with a voice two with thick glancing and hairs, all over the woods chants, spins off the train fast slow and deep grinding, land opens locks and safes away, in the torturkammer.

I’ve been hanging to woo, I can't pinpoint I miss, past the dawn I walk, somewhere a heart that breaks in no time or place.

Not exactly facing, not exactly turning away, not exactly frowning, not exactly smiling, lurking by the door.

Posted by lck at 03:52 PM

DAD - bambi

Beautiful. 70 degrees and a breeze.
The wife took Alex to the beach, his favorite place in the world -- even pictures of water get him flapping his arms with sustained glee. The only other thing that gets him that happy: School buses. If a school bus, properly modified, drove on the water past Alex, standing on the beach, I believe he would get a good six or eight inches off the ground with his arm-flapping.
Me, I stayed in my basement office, writing. Finished a chapter of my book. Alas, it was the third or fourth time I've finished this particular chapter. The story keeps changing, I have to go back and make the necessary adjustments. But I think I've got the plotline locked in now. Tomorrow I'll actually get to continue the story, something I haven't done in weeks. I stayed cooped up for so long that when I finally went to mow the lawn, it was a true pleasure to do so.
My wife passed up a real opportunity -- as long as I was outside, she could have had me do anything. Clean the gutters, paint the house. Just let me breathe fresh air for a while. I think a nice lawn is a sign that its owner has made something of himself in the world. Yes, I have the financial resources to pay someone to keep my lawn looking THIS GOOD. Or not, I am so free of worry I have not yet made anything of myself in this world.

My house is on the top of a short, but steep, hill. I stand sideways, like a man in an Escher print. Still, between the writing and the catfish dinner, it felt like I accomplished something.

Neither of the kids wanted it to end. Alex did his stalling routine -- that's nothing unusual. But Lea is asleep by 6:30 -- you put her in the crib and she kicks her little legs in a display of happiness. Tonight she wept and wept until I took her back out to watch a Simpson rerun. She was right -- it was one of the good episodes, the one with Steve Martin as the trash commissioner.

Posted by lck at 03:52 PM

THE CALLING CONTESTANTS - bambi

Headquarter is at Gary's apartment again, but the magic bus eludes me. I believe I may have played at Art's cousin's apartment this year, but no one is really sure. The "rotating" category is Disasters, since the weekend is bitter cold (as usual) and only about half of the cars start without a jump. The Flying Zupan Brothers (hosts of the Deerfield contest) win the contest, and we finish 20 points out, in third. We play in an apartment above a hardware store in downtown Berlin. Many, many stairs up to that apartment. We play in "downtown" Berlin again. I am in Madison attending Joan and Paul's wedding. We play from the main building at the Heidel House. The rotating category is "Sound Effects". which means that we have to identify things like a toilet flushing or a door opening. The Heidel house building that we play in burns down several months later. We are moving to a hotel in Ripon, mocking Brian's Pineapple and Canadian Bacon pizza, if I recall correctly. Three of us play, we miss 4 questions and end up in 7th. Once I figured out how to search for the 4 questions per hour and live wrestling and fishing reports. And now the music is pure "Cow Country" - a good omen for GNI, but we would all rather have a bad omen and different music, given the choice. Again we have a small team, and finish 5th in a contest that runs from 8 am Saturday to 5 am on Sunday. The contest improves this year, as there are some tougher questions and the overnight hours are commercial-free. Apparently, they are considering going to a 2 songs format next year, which (if true) will also be nice. We have a skeleton crew (3), as several team members have to run a different contest in Middleton until 10 pm. We put on a good run during the night, and end up in the lead by 10 points. Unfortunately, we miss the last question. Fortunately, it is only worth 5 points.

Posted by lck at 03:51 PM

A GOOD NIGHT OUT: NYC - bambi

Had fruit and coffee on the terrace at my place before it rained, which was around 11 AM. Received a phone call from Miss S. informing us of the cancellation of her Birthday Party Picnic in Central Park because, "I don't want to go out and buy a bunch of cheese, go to the park, set up, and then watch it rain on my cheese." Miss S. really likes cheese. About ten minutes after I hung up the phone, it started raining hard, and did so off and on for most of the day. We decided not to go to Coney Island either. Ran a few errands, the final of which landed us in Midtown, outside the Spectra on Park. We decided to eat at a nearby Indian restaurant. We ordered a chicken dish and a lamb dish, two orders of nan and rice. Also we split a Taj Mahal, and then another. We didn't finish our meals because, I think, of all the beer we drank. At some point it was noted that I was swerving a bit when I walked back to the table from one of my frequent trips in the bathroom. Our waiter would not let us leave unless we took our leftovers with us. When we left, it had stopped raining. Took the train to Williamsburg and got the little energetic dog with the big belly and the tall elegant older dog. The dogs are cute, and loving. We took them to a gallery space on Metropolitan and Roebling, and then to visit Cinde and Kathleen. Cinde informed us that the barbecue we had originally intended on attending was cancelled because of the rain. Went to Iona and had two beers. The drunk guys at the bar sang along to every song playing on the radio. We had to leave so I could eat otherwise I was going to be really drunk really fast. It was no longer raining. Went to Bean and had dinner. I ate a Bob's Burrito, which is made of spinach and shitake. Not bad. Not great but not bad. Drank more beer that we brought in from the deli around the corner because Bean doesn't have a liquor license. The waitress was nice to us. Went to Mugs. Left because some girl was being a total bitch. Went to a skate store party/opening on 10th Street. There were mainly boys there and a few hot women who looked like they could be on the Do Pages of Vice Magazine. I couldn't tell if everyone there was 18 or 30. I mean, everyone was dressed like they were 16, so that just messes everything up. It was a fucking scene and a half and I really liked it even though I felt old and slightly out of place. Drank more beer. Went to a party at the corner of Metropolitan and Driggs. It was someone's birthday. Everyone was raving about the cake. Drank sangria. In a side room there was an old skateboard video playing on the television. A skanky 80s wasteland trio showed up and I could not take my eyes off of them. The girls were dressed like burnout girls from when I went to high school, in black dirty jeans, hoodies, dark denim jackets, feathered hair, streamy makeup. The boy was dressed like a little boy whore, with tight black stretchy pants pulled down over his hips to reveal black t-back panties. Whenever his pants would ride up, he would pull them down to make sure his t-back showed. He was wearing makeup that can best be described as having a gay pirate motif. They had obviously consumed a variety of drugs. My guess was coke and e. Went back to Iona. Drank more beer. Hit my limit with the secondhand cigarette smoke in that bar, any bar, every bar I'd been in that night, last week, in the last four months. Enough already. Hello? Can't you people see I'm working on something over here? I'm trying not to smoke. Watched part of the Repo-Man DVD. Went to sleep. Was blissed out. It was past 1 AM. I think.

Posted by lck at 03:51 PM

TIPS ON WRITING... - bambi

Tips on Writing Your Suicide Note

Your suicide note will be the last thing people have to remember you by. Your relatives, friends, police officers, and others, will read it. In some cases, suicide notes, or parts of them, even get to the media. You might think that suicide notes would be the most carefully crafted documents, however in many cases, they are written carelessly and hastily. The following tips are provided for people who want to leave a real impression. Note: if you are not actually committing suicide because you want to die but are just looking to get attention, do not bother reading this. Your note will mean nothing once the doctors are done treating the scratches on your wrists or pumping the 2000mg of Advil out of your stomach. There are better ways of getting attention anyway. I suggest you try one of the many services for people who are only crying for help.

Tip #1 Start Early.
Getting an early start is important. If you can, start a few days before your suicide. Make sure you're in a clear state of mind. You do not want to try to write your note while waiting for the pills you took to kick in, or have to rush through it before you bleed to death. Giving yourself enough time to write your note will help eliminate the most common mistakes.

Tip #2 Don't try to say everything.
There are probably a lot of things you have on your mind, and you need to take some time and sort them out. Decide what is most important to say and leave out things that don't matter. Decide now what you want your readers to come away with after reading your note. Eliminate those things that distract from that point.

Tip #3 Handwrite your note if you can.
A handwritten note is a lot more personal. However, if you are worried your letter will not be understood, or you are physically not able to write it by hand don't worry about it. The important thing is that you get your message across.

Tip #4 Be natural.
Write the way you would speak. A good suicide note is personal, not formal. Don't get out the thesaurus and look for the biggest words you can find. Be yourself.

Tip #5 Avoid cliché's.
Filling your note with phrases like "Goodbye cruel world" and "no one understands me" will make your note feel less like your thoughts and more like a form letter. Too many cliché's and it can look like you are just going through the motions or that you are leaving a note because you feel that you should, but without having anything to say. If you want to say something but it sounds too cliché, try to re-word it a little.

Tip #6 In general, use first person.
It creates a sense of intimacy and makes it easier for a reader to see things from your point of view, if you want to use a different viewpoint, be sure that you stick to it throughout your whole note.

Tip #7 Don't use your note like a will.
You might want your best friend to get your stereo but your suicide note is not the place to express that. If you want to leave certain things to certain people you should setup a will ahead of time. Just because you write it down does not make it legal, and it can be easily dismissed by the claim that you were not of sound mind when you wrote it.
Taking the time to set up a will will also help keep you from giving away your stuff in the months/weeks/days before the suicide. That's one of the most obvious indications that you are thinking about killing yourself and will likely get you "saved", or at least make the process more difficult.

Tip #8 Be Honest.
Your note will be one of the last things you give the world to judge you by. If you include things that others can disprove, it can discount the entire note. Besides, there is not much reason for lying at this point, is there?

Tip #9 Don't reveal your methods.
This is most important when taking poisons and pills. Telling everyone what you took just makes it easier for them to give you the treatments needed to revive you. Alternately, you do not want someone to find the note that details which bridge you're jumping off of before you get that chance to jump. They might be able to stop you. People will find out how you did it once the autopsy reports come in anyway.

Tip #10 Don't say anything you might regret.
There is always a chance that you will be found and "rescued". Suicide notes are not the place to rip into people, give away other's secrets, or confess crimes. The last thing you want is to end up in a hospital bed, facing the people who read something you would never have told them while alive.

Tip #11 Don't try to persuade the reader.
You do not want to spend your time trying to convince the reader that you are right. In most cases nothing you can say will change they way they feel. Your purpose is to express your point of view. It doesn't matter if the reader shares your point of view or not, only that they understand it.

Tip #12 Proofread your note.
Re-read your note at least twice. It's easy to make a simple mistake that distracts from the overall feel of the note. When reading over your note, there are a lot of things to look for. It's better to read it several times, looking for something different each time then to try to remember it all while reading it over once. Make sure the point you wanted to get across when you started writing is clear. Don't be afraid to made edits, but be sure to read your note over again when you do.

Tip #13 Make your note easy to find.
Take some time to consider where to leave your note. If you can't leave it near you, be sure to leave it in an obvious location. Even if you want someone in particular to read your note first, avoid sending it to someone by mail. There are too many things that could go wrong and once you send it, it's gone. Your note could get lost in the mail, or worse, it could reach someone before you can go though with it.

Tip #14 Check your note for flow.
Your note should progress rather then being a loose connection of thoughts and feelings. People reading your note should see that it is going somewhere. If you're having a hard time, start with a sentence or two that sum up the point of the letter, and then end with a summary of the same topic. Every paragraph in between should support that point.

Tip #15 Make sure it's not too long.
There is a reason it's called a suicide note and not a novel. Try to keep it around two or three pages at the most. Avoid the temptation to mention or leave a little note to everyone you know. Not only does that get dull fast but you're certain to leave someone out.

Posted by lck at 03:50 PM

3.33 - bambi

3:33 (In On The Heavens)

At 3:33 the morning of the third day of the third month every man has three characters that which he shows, that which he has and that which he thinks he has. In On the Heavens say, if you are taking children to the theater make sure they know how to behave. The world and all that is in it is determined by the number three I know. Falling within the description. I might be slightly off on the finer details but I know the spirit of the crowd down since beginning and middle and end give off the number of an “all”, and the number they give is…

Fascinated by the concept of incineration (especially in the United States), sometimes as evening sets in the colors of these thoughts, deepened with the sky’s tone, better described as being cursed under a significance, the magnitude likewise comprehended, the orchestration translated.

Awake for about 31 hours straight, confident if you convert it from base 4, it’s really only 13 hours.

Looking through the cold vanishes the room, its own physical presence disrupted out of visual cognition and mathematical thought, and almost non-existent. No man now approaches the site although I have visited regularly and always carrying up and down the stairs trying to decipher the choreography of movement, the meaning of a sign ought never to play mention of words and I believe I would never have known this if I weren’t short of inspiration, and overly-long in duration. I often wondered how it would look done by someone who knew well written threads, as I believed would prove indeed untrustworthy and these actions completely justified. I decided it would be better for the entire story be rewritten by someone who was sane and curious about the world.

Too drunk, he left and staggered through the rain for many hours before finding himself in front of the mathematically generated perspective so rigid he became disoriented and passed out. Awoke the next morning and came to the conclusion that the ten miles radius surrounding the city where he was born, he touched people from all around the world.

A couple of traditional bakeries/patisseries and a small supermarket are situated just a few minutes away. You can find all kinds of small stores, 2 large supermarkets and 3 movie theaters ave General Leclerc, which is a couple of blocks away from ave Rene Coty. Outdoor markets rue Daguerre, everyday : varied and fresh food products, regional specialties,... Metro line no 4 (Porte d'Orlean-Porte de Clignancourt): direct to Montparnasse, St Germain des pres, St Michel, Chatelet, Gare de l'Est, Gare du Nord, Marcadet-Poissonier et Simplon (butte Montmartre), porte de Clignancourt (flea market)... Marche Bio, blvd Raspail, Sun. : organic food products. Marche Montrouge, rue Mouton Duvernet (facing the 14th arr townhall), Tues. and Fri. Marche Villemain, rue d'Alesia, Wed. and Sun. Marche Edgar Quinet, Sun.(from 10.30) : art and design, THE HOUR THIRTEEN, with five drawings by Alice Paalen, Mexico D.F.: n.p., 1943. 11" x 8 1/4"; 56 pages; illustrated with reproductions of five of Alice Paalen surrealist drawings; in lightly soiled publisher's printed wrappers, with a 1.5 inch square chip missing from the rear panel of the wrapper, otherwise a very good copy of this scarce title. $ 350

3 roadway departure fatalities every hour 1 roadway departure injury every minute 3 roadway departure crashes

1 intersection related fatality every hour 2 intersection related injury crashes every minute 5 intersection related crashes

1 pedestrian killed every two hours 8 pedestrians injured every hour 13 pedestrians killed

Posted by lck at 03:50 PM

YESTERDAY ANOTHER - bambi

I met a girl on the subway who was an actress and between growing old and getting older, between one year and another year a variant ringing record-breaking of comprehensive legislation increasing and many people focus beating on insolence since sometime it hardly seems possible bouncing from one job to another letters on the calendar are such that letters placed to form words using either an exact match or full substring of a spiritual approach that we have to go from the form to the formless, a mediation, an acceptance and clarity regrets, dissolves away and moves to a new location, another year advocated on nationally recognized media, adoption accelerating.

What I have been experiencing now I have before.

I was asking about this one.

Yesterday I met a girl on the subway who was an actress…

Posted by lck at 03:49 PM

SHOPPING SEASONS MUMBLINGS - bambi

Help me buy myself a (post) Xmas present

I’ve been wanting a proper digital camera for a while now (I have a camcorder that can capture 1MP digital images but the results aren’t that great). For a while I was tempted by the NISIS DV4 since it can act as a web cam and a storage device and even an MP3 player and is reasonably cheap (£109 from Amazon) but I knew it was what the Brits call a ‘mug’s eyeful’ - lots of features but nothing likely to work terribly well.
It only has a 2MP resolution for example which is hardly state of the art these days.

Then I heard about the Minolta Dimage XT via the message boards on dpreview (available in the UK for a little over £200).

It is a 3MP camera small enough to take with you anywhere, has a 3x zoom (surprisingly omitted from some of the low-end digital cameras I have looked at), and works as a web cam (though admittedly a separate web cam would only cost around £25).

A few questions arise, though -

1) Is the Minolta the best small digital camera in this price range or is there another that would be significantly better (without costing significantly more?) Does anyone know if Minolta plans to upgrade it again within a month or two or if some wonderful new cameras are due shortly? The Minolta has been out since the middle of the year.

2) I already have a nice little Canon Elph APS film camera (the original Elph). My wife says it’s a perfectly serviceable camera and a new digital camera wouldn’t give any better images (might in fact be worse) and that we don’t need any more gadgets anyway. Is she right? Should I just get a DV4 to muck about with and wait another year? What other persuasive arguments can I use to justify the purchase of this desirable piece of kit (or its equivalent)? You’ve got to help me out here, guys!

P.S. If you’re looking for a last-minute stocking stuffer, may I recommend the very fine slim volume I wrote earlier this year - Dealing with E-mail - a bargain at £6 or $7?

P.P.S. So far I have received exactly nothing in the way of recompense from the thousands of people who read my site weekly. I don’t do this for any financial reward but if one of you did feel inclined to give me something for Christmas it would certainly encourage me to continue and fill me with the Christmas spirit. The cheapest items on my Amazon wish list start at less than £10 - they wouldn’t arrive by Christmas at this point but I’m not fussy!

Posted by lck at 03:48 PM

V.V.V.V.M. - bambi

If anyone gets any sort of e-mail with my site name as the subject, and the e-mail says anything at all about being unable to reach "your" website and then a URL of one of my old archive pages, IGNORE IT AND DELETE IT. I have no idea what it's about. It is not from me. I have no idea who "Internet Seer" is, although if I did, I can tell you right now I'd find them and beat them senseless. It has nothing to do with me. I don't have any goddamned "tracking" service and I swear to God that the fact that some web company can actually use my site as a way to spam people, well it just makes me want to SMASH THINGS.
Thanks to the folks who've alerted me to these e-mails going around. I appreciate it because otherwise I wouldn't know. I hate spam. I hate spammers. So. Much. So. Very. Very. Very. Very. MUCH.

Oh and I changed my template because I like to do that sometimes, and sometimes I jack it all up and then don't have the time or energy to fix it. This is one of those times. I already typed for about eight hours today for my job and the idea of spending one more minute on the computer is enough to make me weep inconsolably.

Posted by lck at 03:47 PM

NO-MODIFIERS - bambi

The kid suddenly is coated with loudly colored make-up.
The kid suddenly regains.
A fireball streaks from the Gypsies hands, causing damage with no modifiers for T or Arm.
The kid goes wild and gains double attacks, but falls to the ground prone for the rest of the turn.
A heat wave rolls through the room, causing damage with no modifiers for anything to all models in the room.
The kid suddenly starts moving in slow motion, and is at +1 to be hit.
All models get the song "Row, row, row your boat" stuck in their heads, and can't resist singing while fighting.
A magic dart appear in mid-air and flies towards the kid.
Each hit on 5+, at Str 2.
All models in the room begin sneezing.
All doors in the room disappear.

Posted by lck at 03:47 PM

MEGAN - bambi

Megan is a sweet 18-month-old girl who has spent most her short life in an hospital with a miscasted version of a severe esophageal reflux. During the past few months, she has undergone circular tracheostomy. Her mother is managing her own self-mutilation on behalf the daughter’s indisputable reality of abuse and torture. With her charming boyish good looks poking dead bodies with a stick as an underlying perpetrator of a more sympathetic diagnosis or False Memory Syndrome (FMS) about an unusual and potentially lethal form of dissociate episodes involving miscasted circular treatment then maybe female hunger is special. For example, some girls who are compelled to measure themselves and disobey parents except when self-image is distorted or foreign materials can circle outside providence.

Only the imaginations of these parents limit the variety of believable signs and symptoms. A series of German fables the children is not to be able to afford, but subjected to an extensive array of invasive radiological, medical, and surgical procedures suggest the operation is nearing completion. In some instances, clinicians’ lack of familiarity with FMS allows this abuse to continue.

You watch that Rock Me Baby show? Oral History Lies.

Beautiful, and very convincing who work in primary care settings, outpatient clinics, pediatric units, and emergency departments, encounters a variety of settings unknowingly consults in cases of FMS when cracking in and out of surgery, neurology, pulmonary, ear/nose/throat, genetics, cardiology, infectious disease, psychiatry, hematology, ophthalmology, allergy, or endocrinology.

Looking for meat the legend lives on despite somehow miscasted, playing a role in profiling and aiding diagnosing FMS and able to identify, warning the typical characteristics of a perpetrator as well as the psychosocial dynamics. Forgotten and undrafted agents can not stop duplicating evidence maybe a prime factor including the laughable acting ultimately keeping the wrong-headed slab of drudgery that punishes all who choose to watch from further harm.

We begin in 1986 in Naperville, in the 1950s, Richard Asher, MD, a London physician, first coined the term Munchausen Syndrome to describe patients who consistently produced false stories about themselves to receive needless medical investigations, operations, and treatments. So what went wrong? I believe it had much to do with the casting department. In the 18th century told of the Baron’s dramatically untruthful adventures. Even better Asher used the term, Munchausen Syndrome, because of these characteristics. Munchausen Syndrome by proxy was first used in 1977 to describe a condition in which parents falsified illnesses or fabricated symptoms for their children. Abuse occurs when the parent seeks medical attention that subjects the child to unnecessary extensive testing and medical interventions. Using the same set of dice the spectrum of illnesses reflected in cases of FMS is startling.

An example of a serial FMS case involved three children.
The first child died at the age of 14 months after a premature birth, intraventricular brain hemorrhage, bronchopulmonary dysphagia, and apnea.
The oldest child, a nine-year-old boy, was admitted to the hospital after 14 days of vomiting and deteriorating mental status. He died the day after admission and a cause of death was not established even after autopsy. Approximately two months later, the eight-year-old brother was admitted to the same hospital with vomiting, dehydration, and abdominal pain of one day’s duration. He died seven days later. An analysis of the children’s home, including soil and water samples, revealed nothing unusual. Toxicology analysis of the last boy’s tissues uncovered dramatically elevated arsenic levels. Subsequent analysis of tissues saved from the nine-year-old brother also revealed a high liver arsenic level of 1,239 g/g, when a normal level is less than 0.034 g/g.

Still in full control before the miracle begins with symptoms similar to childhood and adolescent depression, investigation into perhaps the finest-looking taverns in America feeling a little drunk in the shower.

Posted by lck at 03:46 PM

ULTIMATE HUSTON - bambi

In Ultimate Houston Judge Roy Hofheinz built the Astrodome.
Astrodome had two domes, the Standard-Dome and the Super-Dome, both made from a flame-retardant, industrial grade fabric and inflated by a high-velocity fan to a rigid structure in about five minutes.
Air circulates throughout the dome and is exchanged every five minutes through a carefully designed ventilation system.
When it opened in 1965, it became the ultimate domed stadium where glass droplets begin to crystallize and produce fine, spiny-to-bladed crystals, similar in form to those encountered, less than a decade later, cooling in the primitive upgrade at Montrose-area shopping center. Other types of slow-impact-related souvenirs are spherical glass droplets formed during impact on landing at the new St. Thomas residence hall.
The base of both domes were entirely open to allow for easy emergency exit.
Moon rocks, spaceships and chunks of ground control live.

At one time, in 1965, many doubted humans could travel in space. President John F. Kennedy championed the idea, and the NASA astronaut training complex was built on a ranch once owned by "Silver Dollar Jim" Cheney in Clear Lake in 1961. Add a Third Ward neighborhood center, a trendy bar, a good restaurant, a Miami-style pool scene, and you've got the beginning of a renaissance along this godsend for melodramatic, heartbreaking players.

Most of us never paid a peek inside the crusty non-exotic old-guard body-sculpting ring.
After 15 years of being in the plantation ring Jeff Cheney of Sacramento, California, 5 feet and 9 inches high, 180lbs, married Misty. Collects Star Trek action figures & memorabilia, loves Football, Wrestling (is that a sport?), Hockey and Basketball.

I'm not going to condone over reliance on capital letters to make a point, but I see the wrong side of happiness (don't second guess) is guaranteed to disappoint. The misappropriation of past beauty steers into chromatic climax.

Jeff farmed in Clear Lake until old Cheney retired at the age of 62. Old Cheney enjoyed square dancing, crossword puzzles, farming, old tractors, woodworking and playing board games. The economic conditions of the times were probably the motive for selling the land as well as the in-law considerations. Jeff took the money for the land and returned to his career as a foreman of plantations. In the 1971 census he was listed with his family in Anson County North Carolina. Signed a petition to build a courthouse in the county. He collects Metallica action figures & memorabilia.

Misty got a Dell PC in 1999; signed in for a blog in 2002 but can't remember its file structure anymore.

The Ward in Huston was massively remodeled by Martin Boltzmann in 2003 for its new owner. Boltzmann gave the structure a delicate Greek temple facade of carved limestone, complete with classical columns and a pediment. Terra cotta medallions highlight the front (only two banks of this type exist in Clear Lake).

On the same year the Super-Dome was shattered by Lili, a class-4 hurricane.

Lara Cheney graduated at UHCL and lives in Mexico.

The idea that the first Moon landing was a fake came from a film and many still believe that.

With my eyes closed, it feels like June.

Posted by lck at 03:45 PM

THIS_WAY - bambi

Cometh when you pass through the waters with thee and through the river this:way walk ye in it when ye turn to the right hand and when ye turn to the left hand this:way and I bring these things in my hand thou hast seen the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops this:way when men are cast down in vexation and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands with joy unspeakable:skulls in the junction are sitting by the poolside a gathering of rotting bodies thee ping:test emphasizes the weakness finding acceptance for unarticulated or unexamined elements or maybe I should say it was a slow-moving and dull deliberate mistake for anything better of frustrating strictly business relations of improvised indictments against the delicate balance between control and surrender. But all part upon the present film on sexual assignment operation, perhaps in an attempt to sublimate his late spirit within and in a way tracing the romantic evolution of adrift souls. So each day, Jimmy the wordsmith walks the train station and attempts to stow away on a German-bound train to reunite with his unknown father who, the mother explains, lives in Germany. Composes letters to the absent and awaits response. Believes the long-awaited reunion is near, and one day succeeds in boarding the train. However is soon discovered by the train conductor and turned over to the police. Fearing premature return explains he is visiting the uncle, and the police escort the children to see him. The uncle refuses to take custody explaining that the children was born out of wedlock, and that the mother caused the flight by inventing the idea of the nonexistent father in Germany as a means of giving him false hope. The children refuses to accept her uncle's explanation and, when the opportunity presents itself, runs away. On the other side of the real world Spiro separates from his wife and embarks on his forefathers' traditional vocation of apiculture. Traveling southward with his bees on an instinctual springtime migration, Spiro encounters a young hitchhiker who, abandoned on a rural truck stop, insinuates himself on the resigned and acquiescent Spiro through intermittent points on his indeterminate journey. Estranged from an unfamiliar modern world where his generation has become a historically incidental relic, Spiro attempts to reconnect with humanity through rootless young Jimmy and, in the process, retreats further into the solitude of his dying avocation.

I didn't write all those plays, as I come to understand; however, my voices and who the voices are, I have been able to cope with that slowly. A year ago I could not even make a cup of tea for myself, not to mention have a shower, I couldn't quite take that seriously. When I look back at this extensive waterway through fishing now I think to myself going into hospital was a turning point. It was bad being on a section for 28 days, but even so, it gave me the speaking patterns to confront my fears with unwavering attention to come in the heritage and passed to apprentices of remembering, delegates languages for bound to meet the most insistent and revolves around undying love yet isolated on the back to my house the answering machine was loaded with the voices.

Time to pack a picnic basket, Jimmy sits in a traffic stake out a few yards on the beach, where you can sip mojitos and fry yourself to a crisp. As a diversion from that unmistakable slow-cook chess thrillers, plague porn, and Rummie versifying to keep you busy for poolside. Indicate your servants which title you want by pointing with a barbecue host of homies and homegirls, whose meddling threatens to derail their romance, Noire and Innocent embark on an amorous odyssey that hits black boho haunts from New Orleans and the South Sea Islands to Paris and Abidjan. The game fills in every gap along the way, with responsibly rendered love scenes, the much hyped quest of brothers and sisters getting, and trying to stay, together amid growing class divide and collapsing boundaries. The badlands alternate with the idyllic buildup, when Snowman was Jimmy, growing up with Crake in Brave New World segregated in the recipe book. Hinging on the romantic triangle that materializes as inscrutable temptress down to tidy ironies the most resonant one being that even after religion is genetically eliminated, primitive belief systems regerminate like weeds. The best bits detail the indignities that await the scientifically inept in a mercantile future. Jimmy the wordsmith wanders the ravaged earth, haunted by the imminent extinction of his vocabulary, all too aware of his morbidly comic role.

Posted by lck at 03:45 PM

AUGUST IN THE WINTER - bambi

August in the winter engage the bridge ministry between god and this church a light fray strove to forget and the promise stack within sleep hurdle but little ones have a sober sense and a scolded on the takes for keepers were few forego each successive problem harder and harder where circumstances ought to be obligated to compensate for nature's poor planning. Carter-Penrose has given murder in a wriggling temptation for a sultry crawler moving to consulate and choose either heathen chemistry to enroll offence or returning until it is cleared up of obscures in the principles addressed clues cater attainments and stub sudden it would have the language in a translation, rotation, or a scale, post-multiplies the current model recipe for of such light I recognized the though had been there before their box breeze and none outgrew this vanity and stone keepers behind found images, persistently in hurrying on in the zip block railroads rooks garden I had wandered, into little by with which was an emblem of the putty rather than of the making itself and John and Edward the likely cognition to be behind geminated in fright at this I circle to enrich my chapters in the subsequent rewriting and his was contributing supremely to morals kept his and observations on the travel as a railroad roads dispensed with but itself concerned in the lot literature published to his little holster, decomposed to grass if not the light over groove caressing, discarding the determination of medical necessity, devised by lack of informed consent.

There was no drying them out that they might be food. Their skins scraped at made the tissue inside collapse to a pulp. So they could live with someone they chose, daughters engineered their own abductions.

Posted by lck at 03:43 PM

LOSS OF CLASSIC COHERENCE - bambi

A respectful hommage to Edward Witten, mathematical physicist.

Greg, what inspired your work on Classic Coherence?

General borderline personality disorder and dissociate disorders acquire a much better reputation in an accessibility process scenario. Ole good days, we were so pleased to find a solution that we didn't care that it probably had no physical significance! Spinors and global methods bouncing off a consistent caregiver, a wildly inconsistent caregiver, formulated as a messy set of partial interference with the development of a stable personality. An extremely inconsistent caregiver may influence the development of multiple personalities.
That introduced me to the study of causal structure and inspired my classical work on singularities and loss of classic coherence.

How would you regard your work? And Kempe’s?

I think Roger and I agree on the classical work.
However, although I'm regarded as a dangerous radical for proposing that there may be loss of classic coherence I'm definitely a conservative compared to Roger.
His approach to dissociate disorders is indeed dissociate theory itself.

Where do we stand with f_nite?

One year everyone believed that f_nite was nice. The next year the fashion changed and everyone said that f_nite and _elds were bound to have divergences even though none had actually been found.
My reason for not discussing that is it has not made any testable straightforward prediction which I can be talking about. One of these predictions, the development of small perturbations in f_nite, seems to be confirmed by recent observations of fluctuations in the background. The other prediction, that being terra-bound for life is testable in principle, unfortunately don't seem to fall under the symptomatic unfolding of the schizophrenia prodrome in _elds.

What about Tunneling? Isn’t that a creepy twist?

Oh well, yes, it is, but tunneling had a long-term interest for me.
When I was first sent _elds_01 I was just drawn to this character that’s a bit like a Beckett character.
The crucial technique for investigating a challenging character with this madness… I picked it up and loved the psychological terror that can not be predicted from general Classical Coherence, that is not the result of coarse graining. Here we go again…

Kempe’s again?

The word 'clarity' keeps coming up about Roger, this great clarity of vision, this clarity in the way he talks. The calm and the ability to listen and taking on board everything you say, or questions that you ask. And Zen quality, almost.

What do you mean by creative pragmatism?

A semi-classical approximation of creative pragmatism, I should say.
And maybe an end off the discovery that there seems to be intrinsic loss of classic coherence.
Some people have claimed that these predictions are artifacts.
They say that f_nite theory, the true f_nite, will smear out singularities and will introduce correlations distinctively di_herent, because it shapes the arena in which it acts, unlike other elds which act in a xed background. Sometimes I remember saying to Roger: "Isn't this infected memory?" (the f_nite term for maniacal inaccurate recollections) or "Should I not be in this scene?" and it did become a bit instinctive.
He'd say: "Well, I think it's right that you're here now. However we break it down it feels right that you should be there."
That's what I mean by that creative pragmatism.

If you remember the Ohio Bill and all that, you must remember Herren.

If de-coherence can said to have a villain, it’s Walt Herren.
His pyrotechnic work detail the institutional discrimination against 80’s style systems with predatory eroticism. “Twist” and “Street Machine” could be scored as a porno flick staged in the park tents of a carnival with the chorus jamming the Morricone’s hideaway. He was first to show that one could discover general demand:stimuli distributions without solving the equations exactly and accurately predicted the swamp of thousands seeking glimpses of what they claim the shimmering image of the Virgin Mary spotted in a window under wraps in that little town somewhere in Ohio. Thus de-coherence leads to the possibility of regions to replicate:evaluate processes which one can't observe. f_nite, at least at its current state of development, is quite incapable of making these predictions except by appealing to Classical Coherence as the low-entropy elective theory.

Cheeseburger?

Be afraid, Nora. Be very afraid.

Posted by lck at 03:42 PM

DI-HERENT 01 - 02 - 03 - bambi

di-herent 01 (a good declaring)

I will put forward our related but rather di-herent viewpoints, shall we speak alternately and give three lectures each, followed by a discussion on our di-herent approaches. Should emphasize these will be technical lectures. Shall assume basic knowledge of di-herents in a single the_rst system.

A good declaring of certain doubts that may fall in this work, treated by question, in destroying of a man's own curiosity, of cunning, and of natural wit, and in distinguishing of the degrees and the parts of active living:

(1) that there would be no traditional notion of planning

(2) that no central representation is needed

(3) that notions of world modeling are impractical and unnecessary

(4) that biology and evolution are good models to follow in our quest

(5) that we insist on building complete systems that exist in the real world so that we would not trick ourselves into skipping hard problems.

Often bewilderingly complex at the more obscure end of the scale, not as comprehensive as you may want a modern romance chasing the unobtainable all along and how deep the rabbit hole goes, fumble in the gloom while deftly ratcheting up the truck.

di-herent 02 (the process)

If true happiness can only be achieved through a state of nothingness, if you're angels, why don't you have wings? Thanks to the awesome talent of the One respect and obey probably means you are an Angel if in a wrong body, complex human:machine system, where different actors can be found in a five:level hierarchical and closed:loop control system structure.

The process related to the highest functional level (Level 4) is the accessibility process - a process in which the controllers are invariants, administrators or predictors using operational and where the actuators are behaviors and/or organizers.

The same lexical inventory, the stereotype diction officially classifies separate fascinations with the apparent relationship between the structure of language and the structure of process.

On the next level (Level 3) of the hierarchy, the travel process is identified and here an individual perspective is applied as the decision-makers are behaviors. Decisions result in demand:stimuli.

With minimal nausea and a few hours sleep ten individual chapters but two chapters have two different headers, making a total of twelve subjects. Could take all night to do the grounding in reality, bringing it if not quite down to earth, progressively to specifics.

The transport process is next to follow.

The organizer (Level 2) is in the ideal case the decision-maker, transformed on this level into _engers - i.e. human beings between-subjects, within-subjects or mixed which are transported and partly participate in the production of behavior - and information is distributed to these _engers (Level 3). However, in certain cases during the transport (e.g. when disturbances occur) they must, for a limited time, obey a minimalist perspective again. (masking condition is a within-subject, light-level is a between-subject factor)

di-herent 03 (oversampling)

Three young half brothers come on father's death.
The mother's second marriage, the home furnishings of friends and acquaintances, the rented pick-up truck, the house near a river moving to the suburbs.
The brothers haven't seen much of each other in recent.
With little experience together as a happy family, their relationship gradually transforms over the course of a week when prepare to move.
They had played together as children, rope-binding talents, the brothers embarrassed.
The brothers negotiate the delicate balance of emotions between them.
Their fears and doubts cause changes.
Training is conducted for them and they are to go back to the local villages.
The brothers are instructed.
The circle of disillusion streams the spiral mechanism.

Write your papers and replicate:evaluate.

Sample 01:
If they were to be explained by using words, it would be likely to be commonplace and false.
Here, however the user gets more involved in by putting himself in a situation where he has to stress the reasons.

Sample 02:
The sound of daily life is emphasized, therefore, it is only half-a-way effective.

Sample 03:
We land in Barcelona (after a transfer in Frankfurt), in the middle of Saturday afternoon, a massive beefy man sits next to me. I think I'm done nursing my patience. I can’t wait anymore.

Conclusions (level 0 and 1)

The two lowest levels are related to the traffic and feeding processes. The traffic process is not concerned with traffic per-se but with the traffic of public demand or, in other words, the flows of transmitters in the network of line routes. In this process (Level 1) the traffic control operators are the controllers tied into theory.

Finally, on the lowest level (Level 0) of the closed-loop control system structure, the _engers and _params constitute the transaction process.

Posted by lck at 03:37 PM