I have a little map on the bottom of this page. When I click on it, I am informed where visitors are viewing from.

I don't know how you found my blog or why you visit, but I appreciate it. When I see that Durango Colorado checks UndeadWords once a week or so, It makes me feel like I should have something new and interesting for Durango. And my Kailua visitor, and Honolulu, and Tokyo, and that person in Georgia. And LA. Someone in LA checks me once in a while. I have readers now. Few and far between, but steady. I started this blog because my note books kept molding in the jungle, and Blogger gave me a place to store my journal off site and dry.

I want to write more, I need to. For my sanity. And for you. I want to serve a function in this world. I want to contribute. I like to feel that my humble perspective might prove useful to some other, or others. I'm not going to ask what you want to hear from me. I write about whatever the moment evokes. This isn't a political blog, news blog, sex blog, buisiness blog, or tech blog, because I'm too interested in all of the above. It's just me here, and a little this and that.



I want to be inspired. I want to be stimulated by other people. I need it. Out of all the people cascading through the vast channels of the mainstream media, the world wide web, the cellular technology, how many of them grab you by the cajones and make you want to respond? (Not react. Respond: take action of your own.) I see a few.

They are there. George Bush makes me want to respond. I would really like to spend a week with George, to get to know each other. Not debate, criticise, condemn, or lecture. Just chit chat.

I'm afraid George has insulated himself from real people who have direct experience with the real world. I think George might have a mutated case of Stockholm Syndrome where he has identefied with his captor. Who could George's captor be? Demographics. His base is a political concept that people have subscribed to. Particular people with particular traits. Particularly, people that eagerly sacrifice their cognitive sovereignty for the ease of dichotomy, then only embrace half of that.




Dictator Enablers from Central Casting, extras that crowd around the King for the tight shot.

When do we EVER see him in a socially relaxed encounter, where actual communication can happen between him and people? Sure, there are a lot sychophants in this country, that politicos have to wade through in crowd scenes. and sure, even witty, reasonably intelligent people socially choke in the presense of Power. The commercial press has failed its duty as the 4th estate. We need to go talk to him ourselves. In addition to State Representatives, we could have MindState representatives as well.

Working in the Cyber Age on Industrial Age social mechanisms.




The politically engineered Demographic is turning into Frankensteins Monster. Easily spooked and pickle-brained. When are we going to realize that Fundamentalist Christians and Fundementalist Muslims are mentally arrested, cognitively truncated menaces to the general good? We need to recognize them as such as soon as possible so that they can recieve our sympathy instead of our juvinile taunting. These people need help. Help me help you help us help them, won't you? Run for a MindState Representative Seat, elect yourself, then demand to have an immidiate conference with George to discuss the concerns of the MindState that you Represent. Organize a few MindState Representatives, then you could be a MindState Senator. Shit, run for President of the United MindStates of the Planet, then tell George that you want him to come see you for a conferrence. Why not.




I like Mike Gravel. I like the way he talks. I like what he says. He's believable.



I like this guy too.



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Hey. Had to post this Alex Jones clip from YouTube. It's part one of many from Alex's latest radio broadcast (go to TouTube for the rest). Whatever you think about Jones, the info is timely. Main issues: Bush's new trick-"Bush Anoints Himself as the Insurer of Constitutional Government in Emergency" (link to recent Progressive article), and:



Ron Paul vs. Giuliani on 9/11. The divide between consensus reality and media reality has never been more blatant.

Will affix hyperlinks soon. Meanwhile, use the Google.

Hello. I’m back. And my back is doing much better.

Last Wednesday I was performing my weed whacker Tai Chi on some particularly gnarly cane grass. It felt good. My friend the whacker had been out of whack for six weeks or so. (I had leaned it against the house while I went to water the farm. When I returned it was lying in the deep weeds, throttle broken and gas cap missing. Khandahar the guard dog had wrapped her chain around it and must have run all over the place trying to escape it.) I was so happy to have it back. I bought some new line that has teeth and I’m thrilled with it. I felt like I was carving the land with a light saber.

I was slicing through California grass that was five feet high with a one foot matt of runners at the bottom. This new line took it on like no other I have used before. But even this stuff can’t touch the cane grass. Some of these clumps are twelve feet tall with a dense, two-foot wide base. I had to put the blade attachment on for that. I think I need a new blade.

Even with a new blade this shit is formidable. I have to use the whacker like a scythe, hacking at the base of the clump repeatedly. I turned off the whacker after a good run then started walking to the gas can when PING, my lower back threw a rod or busted a spring or something. I dropped to the ground in excruciating pain and rested on my hands and knees for a few minutes to wait it out. It didn’t go away. I tried stretching (a little too late). No luck. I walked back to the house and took a muscle relaxer and researched back pain on the Google, finding no satisfactory remedy that I could perform on myself.

So I lay down and took a nap. When I awoke the pain was dominating. I was starving and a little dehydrated. I worked my way to the kitchen to make some food, turned on the skillet, then… I don’t know what happened. I didn’t pass out. I partially blacked out, I think, and fell backward onto the corner of the pantry and must have slid to the floor. After a moment I pulled myself up and went to the bathroom, where I blacked out again, falling full force on my elbows. The pain in my back overrode whatever damage I was doing to myself with the falls. It wasn’t until a few hours later, when Carson came home, that I saw the damage. I had an eight-inch line down my right shoulder that was missing skin, and both my elbows were pretty bruised. This was very unfortunate since I really need my elbows to support me now without a functioning back. Smackdown.

Yesterday, on Mike’s suggestion, I went to visit Christa for some therapy. I’d never had acupuncture before, and am not fond of the thought of needles, but I trust the practitioner. After having two fingers caught in a hedge trimmer two weeks ago, and red alert back pains, how bad could a few needles be?

I was told that the needles in my lower back danced for a bit after insertion. Malady and medicine doing the tango.

Doing better today. Moving around without the wincing. Until I think of the property and the land lease scenario.

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Sunday, May 20th : Kaimuki


Walked to the bus stop in Waimanalo. Took the bus to Kahala mall to transfer to Kaimuki. I sat on a bench in the shade of the H-1 freeway above. I pulled out an egg and started filing it. Then it slipped and fell to the concrete . It broke. I gathered the two main halves and put them back together, putting a few of the loose parts inside it., then slipped it into my shirt pocket. A minute later I pulled out another egg and started filing it. A man tanned brown and grinning through his glasses ask me what I was doing. I moved to his bench and showed him the egg I was working on He looked it over and told me it was nice. Then he looked me in the eye and introduced himself as Buck. Buck Cruz. He shared aloha and we bumped fists. He told me that he made tiny ships. We talked a bit . He told me that he was homeless because rent was too high, and that he’d recently been released from Halawa Prison after serving two years for growing Marijuana. We both agreed that the drug laws are silly, and that alcohol was far more dangerous. He was drunk, told me he was an alcoholic. He told me he was OCD, the asked me if I knew what that was. I handed him the egg again and said yes. He asked me to tell him. He seemed to want to be sure that I knew. I said Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He said right, the pointed out that he was clean, and that when he had a house it was spotless, all the cans in the pantry stacked neatly, vacuumed, wiped and tidy. He wore a baseball cap and a USC t-shirt. He pointed out that he was missing his top front teeth and moved his salt and pepper mustache to demonstrate the fact. He told me he has a twin brother, and that he took the heat for something his brother did, at the price of his teeth. I told him the egg was his. Knowing he is homeless, I told him to feel free to give it away, sell it, barter it whatever. We bumped fists. He initiated a lot of fist bumping in the short time we sat and waited for the No. 1. He told me he is part Korean, I think, and Spanish, and haole too. He took off his watch to show me the lighter band of skin to prove he was haole. Then he said, ‘yep, I’m haole’ as if to bond with my haolieness., in a way similar to alcoholics acknowledging each others AA-ness. I think he wanted me to know that it was ok that I was haole. More fist bumping. We discovered that both of us had Palolo as an address in our past. The bus came. The seats in front we open and I sat in one and offered the other to Buck. He thought it was best to move to the back of the bus, leave the front for the old people. We sat in the back and I told him about my metaphorical synesthesia. He wanted to be clear about what a metphor is. I gave him a few examples and he indicated that he understood. I explained that I experienced the world through two modalities at once,. Sometimes conversations had both a consensus meaning and a metaphorical one. Sometimes paying attention to a person and their actions could yield iconic allegories. We left it there and I hopped off on Waialae, came in here and wrote this.

Fuck it.

Politics: State of the Art Bullshit

I avoid politics usually. It's hard to touch upon the subject without walking away covered in it, tar baby that it is as a topic of discussion. I think that to talk about politics from a either/or, left/right, perspective is to fall prey to a divisive wedge that destroys the chances of a discussion to be constructive. We are a divided and conquered nation. Choosing a side is suicide. If we as a people, as a nation, as a species are going to survive with any remnant of civility, we must recognise each other as necessary. We must accept the paradox of you and me being one. That is impossible to do as long as we view the world from the perspective of an individual identity, only. I am hungry , I want sex, I want to do as I want to do, but not without considering you. Having sex with someone else that doesn't want to is rape. Filling my belly while you look on hungerly is greed. It is easy to agree on these things when the instances include only a few people, easily dicerned as individuals. But what happens when we turn them into abstracts like race, nationality, theology, or species specificality? Depends on your identity.

Ask someone what they are, and what will they say? Depends. Depends on their perspective. First thought might be boy, or girl, or homosexual, or muslim, or alchoholic, or American. How many would immediately say they are human when asked what they are? Humanity undelies all those identities, yet the obviousness of it has made it obscure in terms of self identity. So we skip our humanity and say that we're hippies, or hindus or firemen, or victims. The we compare and contrast the differences between us at the expense of our unity, our ability to identify with each other, That is a great expense.

It has been said that true innovations often emerge long before the world is ready to embrace them. When motion pictures were first shown in theatres, a great many members of the audience couldn't see them. They just saw strobing lights, and many walked out nauseous and with headaches. As time passed, those reactions faded, even though the theatre contained first time viewers, and even though the quality of the projections hadn't changed. Conjecture says that the species adjusted.

Thirty years ago large numbers of people, what has been called a counter culture, became aware of our interconnectedness. The awareness was not necessarily an intellectual perspective, but an actual experience. Talk of such an experience caused violent reactions in many that had not shared that experience. An orphaned awareness left in the fringe of our society, Left to survive in the wild parts of the cultural landscape. The awareness has matured now, and civilization has sprawled into its territory.

Will we allow this awareness to be killed off by destroying its habitat through semantic assasination? Or will we learn to embrace the unfamiliar, each other?

Dan Burish: Spook, Kook, or The Real Deal?

This video is two hours long. I like it. It picks up some threads that I started weaving after watching The Montauk Project video back in '93.

If this is insanity or fiction, it's still entertaining. If I allow myself to suspend disbelief and take it as this guys actual experience, then... Well..

I was especially interested in the Lotus Project. My mind tried it on and liked it, and has been wearing it all week.

At any rate, It's not for everyone. I think you will have to have at least a little conspiracy fetish to dig it.



UPDATE: 5-21-07

Eh, doesn't work on Google any more.

Go here for the source of the video: Project Camelot- "Out from under Majestic: Dan Burisch uncensored"

New Huevos...

The words come late. I think they always came late, and I was usually up to meet them. I have been going to sleep earlier.

I need to be using my words. I feel a need to write stuff that gives people impressions of what I want to convey to them, in a way that people want to read them. Must propagandize.

I started a league yesterday. I'm the only one in it at this point. I created a web log for the league. Because I don't know how to set up a web site. Now I have to put a link at the bottom of the league log, so people can affiliate somehow. An e-mail address I guess. League log link later. Tired already.

Stay Tuned...

Hyperlink on Blogger with a Mac...

Finally figured out to hyperlink on Blogger with a mac: Use firefox (or another browser) not Safari

Rick Mathes: Living Urban Legend.

Bad People! Bad, Bad People!

Ugh. My Mom strikes again. Sent me another one of those right wing propaganda FWD:'s.

I couldn't help it. I had to reply, to her, and every email address I could find on the FWD:, which was quite a few.

I sent a lot of feathers a'rufflin' when I did this last time (See July 4th 2006 entry).

I can't stop myself though.

Here: a window into the world of my family-




Friends and Family-

Please visit: http://www.breakthechain.org/exclusives/rickmathes.html for more information on the Jesus vs. Allah debate.


Taking this story at face value promotes fear and hatred under the guise of Christian love. It is hypocritical, and it is dangerous.

Did anyone who received this email look into it?

How many of you actually know a Muslim?

I know many. Our children have played togeather. They don't want to kill me, or you,

This story is out of context. Written about one man, by one man.

Now, will you that received the original chain letter email as a happy confirmation of your predjudices be willing send out THIS chain letter to right a wrong perception? Or will you let it slide and be complicit in the promotion of hate and fear?

Promoting and distributing this kind of propaganda is dangerous and reprehensible.

Sincerely

Xxxxx Xxxxxxxx

(3/24/2004) Since the horrible events of September 11, 2001, the Islamic faith, and those who follow it, have been the subjects of intense scrutiny and distrust. Desperate to know why so many innocent people had to die, many have tried to "prove" that the Muslim faith is intrinsically violent. Given this social tone, it is not surprising that this chain letter, supposedly putting one of Islam's own on the spot, has become so popular. At the very least, we can say this is a one-sided account of real events.
SAMPLE CHAIN LETTER TEXT
By Rick Mathes
Last month I attended my annual training session that's required for maintaining my state prison security clearance. During the training session there was a presentation by three speakers representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths who explained their belief systems. I was particularly interested in what the Islamic Imam had to say.
The Imam gave a great presentation of the basics of Islam, complete with a video. After the presentations, time was provided for questions and answers. When it was my turn, I directed my question to the Imam and sked, "Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand that most Imams and clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against the infidels of the world and, that by killing an infidel, which is a command to all Muslims, they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case, can you give me the definition of an infidel?"
There was no disagreement with my statements and without hesitation he replied, "Non-believers!"
I responded, "So, let me make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been commanded to kill everyone who is not of your faith so they can go to Heaven. Is that correct?"
The expression on his face changed from one of authority and command to that of a little boy who had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He sheepishly replied, "Yes."
I then stated, "Well, sir, I have a real problem trying to imagine Pope John Paul commanding all Catholics to kill those of your faith or Pat Robertson or Dr. Stanley ordering Protestants to do the same in order to go to Heaven!"
The Imam was speechless.
I continued, "I also have problem with being your friend when you and your brother clerics are telling your followers to kill me. Let me ask you a question! ...would you rather have your Allah who tells you to kill me in order to go to Heaven or my Jesus who tells me to love you because I am going to Heaven and wants you to be with me?"
You could have heard a pin drop as the Imam hung his head in shame.
Chuck Colson once told me something that has sustained me these 20 years of prison ministry. He said to me, "Rick, remember that the truth will prevail."
And it will!
END CHAIN LETTER TEXT
Rick Mathes and his wife, Trish, are the founders of Mission Gate Prison Ministries, an outreach to those who are incarcerated and their families. The essay above was offered in the ministry's subscription newsletter and appears in the version above unchanged from its original. Some versions, however, have changed. Most notably, some have added preface or postscript notes that lack the validity of Mathes original, but have become seamlessly integrated with it. Also, some versions have fallen victim to e-mail spell-checkers and incorrectly list the author's name as "Rick Mattes" or "Rich Mattes."



The veracity of the claims made in it, however, is the author's to prove. Unfortunately, Rick Mathes told BreakTheChain.org that he will not provide further details because, in his words, "I fear retribution - I have a 20 year prison ministry to protect."
Third-party accounts of the events in question paint a significantly different picture than the one offered by Mathes. Tim Kniest, spokesman for the Missouri Department of Corrections, told the Lee news service that the training session in question was for prison volunteers and took place in a corrections facility in Fulton, MO. However, according to Kniest, prison officials' recollection of events that day differ from Mathes' in several aspects:
0. Religious leaders representing faiths followed by current inmates were invited to present.
0.
0. The presenter on Islam was not an Imam, but rather a Muslim inmate who was pressed into presenting after no Imam could be arranged.
0.
0. Prison officials confirm that the Muslim inmate was asked a few questions that he was unable to answer, but none along the lines of those suggested by Mr. Mathes.
Mathes, however, maintains that his is an accurate account, using the facts he knew at the time, and did go into some more detail making the encounter seem less antagonistic than his original account:
"...the inmate was introduced as an 'Imam'. Mr. Kneist was not there to know what was said or not and cannot disprove that what I wrote wasn't said. In fact when I said, 'I have a hard time being your friend when your faith says to kill me to go to heaven.' everyone burst out laughing. When his presentation was over and it was time for a break, we all felt sorry for the inmate including my self. In fact I gave him a sign and said 'Salaam' and he responded with a knowing smile. Knowing that there wasn't any animosity between us.
"I really asked the questions I needed to know the answers to and he did not respond as I thought he would have. I expected him to defend this "jihad" thing as rebel Muslims using religion to cloak their evil deed in.
"His silence leads me to conclude that either he was ignorant of his faith, was caught off guard and speechless, or agreed with my premise and conclusion (which I think he was).
"I am getting 24 emails in favor of the article to 1 against. We all agree that there is a "simmering volcano" in the Muslim community. Give me an Imam that will sing "God Bless America" or will say the "Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag" and I will listen to them discredit the fears we have about the Muslim community and all that we see and hear in the media. Until the American Muslim community speaks up, I have my doubts about those who join them."
Nonetheless, this essay falls short of being the proof that Islam's leaders cannot deny the violent nature of their own religion that many would have it be. Since both sides of the argument have recognized that the person Mathes was questioning was not an Islamic official nor a recognized expert in the religion, his actions should not be considered indicative of all Muslims. Break this chain.


Friends and Family-

Please visit: http://www.breakthechain.org/exclusives/rickmathes.html for more information on the Jesus vs. Allah debate.


Taking this story at face value promotes fear and hatred under the guise of Christian love. It is hypocritical, and it is dangerous.

Did anyone who received this email look into it?

How many of you actually know a Muslim?

I know many. Our children have played togeather. They don't want to kill me, or you,

This story is out of context. Written about one man, by one man.

Now, will you that received the original chain letter email as a happy confirmation of your predjudices be willing send out THIS chain letter to right a wrong perception? Or will you let it slide and be complicit in the promotion of hate and fear?

Promoting and distributing this kind of propaganda is dangerous and reprehensible.

Sincerely

David Kendrick

Glen Baumert update and back story:

Letter to the Mayor of Mayes County:

To whom it may concern:

My Name is Xxxxx Xxxxxxxx. I am a former resident of Pryor Oklahoma. I
am writing in an attempt to find someone in Mayes County that can help
me understand what is happening to my friend Glen Baumert.

Glen is serving a 90-day jail sentence in Mayes County Jail for
possession of a marijuana joint.

I know there is a stigma attached to marijuana due to its
criminalization, though marijuana itself is far less dangerous to the
community than alcohol and many prescription drugs. It is arguable
that there is no actual crime in growing, possessing or imbibing
marijuana, if the definition of crime is causing harm to ones self or
the community.

The purpose of this letter is not to debate the integrity of drug
enforcement in Mayes County, though I must note that the sentence far
exceeds what would have been dealt in many other states and counties
that have recognized the harsh penalties for a relatively innocuous
substance does more damage to the people and the state than good.

Glen lives in Colorado and was back in Pryor to visit his children. He
was driving a borrowed vehicle while in town. During a traffic stop it
was discovered that there was a gun under the seat that belonged to
the owner of the vehicle. Glen was searched and was charged with
felony gun possession and possession of a marijuana joint.

In a plea bargain the gun charge was dropped and Glen was sentenced to
10 years in the Dept. of Corrections and pled out for 90 days jail
time for a single marijuana cigarette.

Glen is a convicted felon. Shortly after high school he was sentenced
to 10 years for giving a single Valium to an informant that approached
him for the sole purpose of setting him up in order to lessen the time
she would serve for being arrested for possession of scheduled drugs.
In her plea bargain, she was asked by the police to cooperate in a
sting operation: she would benefit if she could serve up
five other 'bad' guys. She approached Glen for drugs complaining she
needed them for pain. Glen offered her a single Valium. For that
single Valium, Glen served two and a half years of the 10 year
sentence in prison.

Can we take a moment to consider the resources expended by the state
to set up the sting operation, hold the trial, and house Glen in the
State Pen for two and a half years, for his "crime?" Was this justice?
Did this serve the people of the State of Oklahoma? Is this really the
best use for the peoples tax dollars?

Incidentally, I was present in 1986 when Glen Baumert saved the life
of a friend of ours, after paramedics had given up. Glen would have
liked to pursue a career in paramedics, which he is well suited for,
but now cannot due to his felony record.

To get back to the case at hand, Glen agreed to serve the 90 days for
possession for the single marijuana cigarette. At the same time Glen's
case was in the courts, another man was being prosecuted for alledgingly molesting or behaving inappropriately with a number of young girls. This sex offender had a plea bargain also. He pled to a lesser charge. His sentence? 100 days in the County jail...and he doesn't have to register as a sex offender. Glen however, will be labeled a felon for life.

One of the alledged victims of this sex offender was Glen Baumert's daughter.

Glen informed the DA that he was concerned that he and the sex
offender that was charged with victimizing his daughter would be serving time together in
the same jailhouse. He warned the DA that he would have a difficult
time restraining himself if this were the case. He has been trying
since last November to serve his 90-day sentence before the sex
offender.

These warnings were disregarded and Glen found himself in the small
Mayes County Jail with the man that behaved inappropriately with his daughter.
I know from a Pryor resident that the sex offenders are usually
segregated from the other inmates, though apparently that wasn't required.

Recently, I heard that the sex offender was beaten in jail. After one
week of Glen's sentence, the 'sex offender' was moved to the regular
jail pod where Glen was also housed. Almost immediately, Glen
confronted the man and a fight ensued. What's going on here, people?

When did it become justice to let a sex offender plea to 100 DAYS? Is
that what the innocence of our children is worth?
If these two are allowed to share the same space, the results are
certain to be disastrous. Glen does not need another temptation to
take out his outrage on the well deserving target. I am talking about
the sex offender, to the justice system here.

Is this the manner in which the Mayes County justice system is
supposed to be working? Is this going to go on with no public outcry?

If I didn't know Glen personally, and heard this story I would
probably shake my head and click my tongue and mutter a few words of
sympathy for the poor bastard, and curse the judge that allowed all
this to happen. Glen is my friend from childhood. I know him, and know
that he is a good person, not a menace to the community, but rather,
an asset.

I am asking that some light be brought to this case and justice
served. Glen's case should be commuted, our sex offender laws
scrutinized, and the Judge/Judges in these matters taken to task.

And the jail? You can't tell me that NOBODY knew that putting that
particular sex offender in a cell with a victim's dad would be
anything but disasterous.

This is a matter that can and should be handled by concerned citizens
and public servants within the community. If it is not, then I will do
everything within my power to make sure this issue is brought before a
larger arena.

Sincerely

Xxxxx Xxxxxxxx
Concerned citizen

POSESSION OF A JOINT: 90 DAYS IN JAIL. CHILD MOLESTATION: 30 DAYS
I'm pissed. I'm pissed at my hometown, the state of Oklahoma, our national drug policy. I want to make an issue out of the incarceration of my friend Glen Baumert. I think other people should be pissed to. I would encourage people to e-mail the Mayor of my hometown, but he doensn't have an email address. So I am encouraging people to contact the editor of the local paper, The Pryor Daily Times. ( kparker@pryordailytimes.com )

There is more to this story and it only gets more insane. I will follow up with more details soon....



Letter to the Pryor Daily Times editor:

Editor,

I posted the below comment to the forum page at the paper website.

Glen is a friend of mine and has been since High School. I am going to make an issue of his incarceration. I am a member of several groups and organizations that look for these kinds of cases to illustrate the absurdity of drug enforcement policy in this country. I am writing to you to give you a heads up and present you with an opportunity to research this story and get you facts together before the onslaught comes. There is a back story. examination of those facts only make the case more absurd.

Do your paper the service of bringing this issue to light before the outside news organizations scoop it out from under you. Interview Glen and get the whole story.

Thanks for your time


++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Where is the outrage over Glen Baumerts incarceration?

Glen Baumert is serving 90 days in the Mays County Jail for posession of one joint. He is serving as a plea bargain agreement. He was visiting his home town, driving his fathers truck when he was pulled over. There was a gun found under his seat (belonged to his father) and he was charged with felony gun possession as well as posession for the joint. The gun charge was dropped as a part of a plea bargain and he is now serving 90 days for posession.

Ok, Lets look at this a little closer: Where is the crime here? Who was he harming? Who is being protected?

Lets look at the definition of crime:
crime [krahym] Pronunciation Key - –noun
1. an action or an instance of negligence that is deemed injurious to the public welfare or morals or to the interests of the state and that is legally prohibited.
2. criminal activity and those engaged in it: to fight crime.
3. the habitual or frequent commission of crimes: a life of crime.
4. any offense, serious wrongdoing, or sin.
5. a foolish, senseless, or shameful act: It's a crime to let that beautiful garden go to ruin.


Let's use definition one. Glenn was neglegent in effectively hiding his self medication from the law enforgement official. This offended the morals of the state. Fine. Do the crime, serve the time.

However, another inmate at the Mays county jail is serving 30 days for child molestation. 90 days for a joint, 30 days for child molestation. What kind of morals does this state have?

Lets go a step further: The man convicted of child molestation perpetrated the crime on Glen Baumerts daughter. Let that sink in a moment.

Any one that knows about this issue and is not outraged need to examine themselves and their life, and their role as citizens of the county and state. Look at the incongruity of the crime/punnishment system being implemented in YOUR NAME as citizens of the state. Are you not guilty of negligence? Are you not guilty of being an accomplice to a crime?

Be a good citizen, exercise you rights as an American and contact your county officials to let them know you do not want to be an accomplice to this attrocity. Or do nothing and live with your part in telling the world that Pryor Oklahoma thinks that child molestation is less of a crime than posession of one joint.

Outraged Oklahoma Ex-Pat

I've been using my thinking again...

I know that forward thinking isn't very popular these days, due to the terrifying implications that arise when we consider issues such as energy.

Check this out, and we'll talk later.

Maddog Rants again. A classic story from a few years ago.

View of the new Farm. Weed Pulling Meditation Center will be operating soon.

Click on image for larger version.

Eagles are Awesome!

Watch this, then meditate...

There is so much I could say about this video that I won't. Maybe later. Just watch it first.

Chicken ala King

Chicken ala King, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

what

Under Destruction...





I changed the template and chopped the right side off of half my pictures.

TESTING NEW TECHNOLGY...

BEAR WITH ME...



This is a project started for the Showdown in Chinatown 24hr film contest. The theme was love. The props to be used were bubblegum and wine. We never got to the props.

Short film on Me-U , the most banned performance artist in Chinatown, riffing on the theme.

Digital Chicken

Chicken Totem 2, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hawai'ian Print

Hawai'ian Print, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Eye Candy Man.

I write words. I take photos.

I find it difficult to join the two. Words can run deeper than the image and the image can be wider than the words.

Pictures from my life, what I see, they can't say.
I could write for ever about one image and never capture it in words.

A Paradox walk into a bar...

Burn

Burn, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Bass Nectar @ Eli's Bash

Bass Nectar @ Eli's Bash, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Party

Fire Face

Fire Face, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Flleting, a flicker of a flame holds a shape for a frame to to hold it for more than that.

Tino

Tino, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Consistancy

Pants, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello.

I don't know how to make web adresses itno hyperlinks on this blog with a Mac.

Something to do: http://www.thecleverest.com/content/attractors.html?

Cut and Paste. Web crafts.

Mantis, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

First I find a photograph, then I find a title, then I write stuff.

Infrequently. Recently.

I think about my life sometimes and I consider writing it down. Sometimes I go furthur and consider how I would write it down, I consider how honest I'm willing to be. Can I talk about this situation in a way that conveys my experience of an interaction without impuning another that helped to make the happening noteworthy?

"If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all."

I have something nice to say. I also have things to say that can't be considered nice, save in the maner of their presentation.

Can I really Dicern without Judgement? It that what I do? Or is it still a prayer I say by way of self deception?

Honesty in a non-offensive way.
I think that can be called Grace.

I guess I could write about my reluctance to write about specific situations, ones that I feel strongly enough about to want to preserve them somehow in word or memory. But then it's like poetry, or chemestry, like some obtuse word geometry that acts as a skeleton that you must flesh out with your own I.D. Id. Requires interactivity and not just receptivity. Investment of your time and interest can yield oracular returns that compound over time as a relationship.

J.R. "Dog" Dobbs

Dobbs, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

@ Two Months

Proto Pipe

Proto Pipe, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

My friend Doug has one of these. I always admired it. I love the feel and look of brass. The bottom pops out for easy cleaning, with the poker which locks in the middle tube that holds the stash, andalso cleans the smoking chamber. The lid slides to a tight fit to prevent spilling and/or odor. Well made thing give me great pleasure.

Yep

Porn2, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Year is winding down and speeding up at the same time for me. Feeling a need to process, clean up, organize, administrate, prioritize, and find an excuse to use the word flummoxed.

But I'm not feeling confused, or perplexed. Feeling more whelmed on the verge of over. Last week I was wondering if I would ever write again. All the time that I could or would use for writing has been spent making videos. I'm hooked on candy graphics, giving myself a crash course in editing on iMovie. The graphics are designed to be played on the big screen at shows and clubs. Though I am editing them in time with certain songs, they are meant to be good with anything that has a beat. I have been kaliedescoping moving images with natural undulations, mainly Water, Fire, and Porno.

At the moment I'm converting a video to fit YouTube, Listing to KCRW on line, blogging this thing, updating my Flickr site to upload a picture of my new smoking device to post above this entry. Transfering files to my external hard drive. I'm also doing laundry and periodically snaping at J.R. "Dog" Dobbs for biting my ankles.

I have to do last springs cleaning, LOADS of laundry, move a nursery, finish a landscaping job, shop for my daughters birthday, work out a business agreement between a non-profit group and myself, negotiate a ten year lease on the new nursery/"office", maintain the half acre around my house, write up a business proposal for my interactive entertainment concept, write up an estimate for what it will take to set up my new farming operation to supply the new Whole Foods coming to town, edit the pilot for the Dark Night show, Start planning the TV shows for January, train a puppy, etc.

I'll feel better when I prioritize all that stuff so I don't spin out about where to spend my energy at any givin moment.

I'll have to put that on the list.












Ga

Defered Maintenance

Odd Thing, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Coasting Down from an ostensibly objective perspective.

Where to start, the hardest part. Defered Maintenace forms in my mind in bold print. I'm having a hard time seeing beyond it.

Piled high these things not done. I scale the pile of what to do's and take a gander at the higher perspective and see what all this defered maintenace is part of. At this vantage I see the Big Idea in relation to the things Not Done in relation to It and I do have to pause to appreciate the process of the gig I have that has me. Things, projects, endeavors, relationships all intertwined and in need of maintenance. Feed the puppies so they grow into big dogs not so in need of the constant nurturing necesary in the early stages of development.

"There are two kinds of people in this world: Those that suffer from a lack of life, and thise that suffer from an over abundance of life." -old dude in a bar : Waking Life

I'm understanding this quote better now.

Wakikng Life lied to Me

00000, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Note: I CAN adjust lighting levels in my dream.



I was shooting a movie. I was on the beach trying to get people to participate. I wanted to shoot a scene where there was a long line of people walking into the ocean. The idea was that they were following the dolphins lead: as the story goes, the dolphins were land mamals long ago, that decided to return to the sea.

I woke up and was looking in the fridge for something to eat, I was putting something togeather, and put it all in a tupperware container. then, a moment later, I opened up the container and there was a graesy mexican dish, and the puppy was in there. He was all greasy. I started to wash him in the sink. There were people around, people like I grew up with, disconnected dogmatic religeous types. I started asking them who put my puppy in the tupperware. They acted like I was freaking out over nothing. I thought to myself that I might be dreaming, so I tried to flick the lights on and off. They worked. So I was bummed that this was really hapening.

I found myself in a vehicle driving down the road as a passenger with a few others. I saw a little boy on a motorcycle collide head on with a car, and he went flying. No one else saw what I saw, and no one else stopped. I told the driver to pull over and ran back to investigate. I ran into a building that was where the road had been prviously and there was a big haired lady talking with someone. The others were talking to her about the boy, and it was hers appearantly. They all seemed relieved that he died in an accident. I ran past them to the boy, who was lying face down. He was tiny, maybe eight inches long, pale, amd naked like an alien. No one seemed to care. I thought that they might be right, that he was better off dead, but I couldn't help feel compassion for this little thing. I didn't know what to do.

I found myself in a vehicle again talking with an older woman. She looked at me and asked me a question. When I answered my eyes began to well up. She pushed furthur with more questions and the tears began to flow. She told me I was suffering from a lack of love, human contact. Everyone around was so inulated in themselves. As was I. Alone with all these people. The tears just flowed.

So, I was dreaming...Or am I?

DarkMambo

DarkMambo, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Greetings...

Ok

The Malcomitas (sp?) are slated for the next show on the 19th. For the sake of the audience I will ask them not to ask me to dance during their performance. Thank me now, or thank me later...

Stay Tuned...

You...Tube

RV Mir, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Here is a link to the Secret Collectives submission to the Showdown in ChinaTown 48 hr film contest:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=0r1BVOT25fc

and here is my Coppe music video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hgvsr6XZDo0

Stay Tuned...

In Other News...

Water2, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Habeus Corpus bit it this week. It wasn't headline news. In my opinion, unless we impeach the whole Regime and reinstate habeas Corpus, Civil War will come before too long. I don't think I'm being too drastic. It happens. The form it will take? It may be taking form right now.

Our culture has finally realized itself as a bad sitcom. Terrible writing, a thin plot carried out by over emotional actors. Punch and Judy all over again. The actors are virtual prostitutes, the consumer the virtual Johns, and the Forces of Marketing are the pimps. We keep looking for love in all the wrong places.

Where is the Love people? I mean really.

I know that fascism doesn't usually back off on its own. It needs to be checked somehow. I think that it's important to respond when diseased individuals begin to wreak havoc. Even more important when packs of them begin to conspire amongst themselves for themselves. A considered response can mitigate damage that an emotional reaction only feeds. I think it would be worth considering the current regime as dis-eased individuals that need to be quickly removed from power and given professional help. With love and compassion. How can we expect something from them that we are not willing to give first? If a mentally retarded person starts running around with a gun, does the retard become evil, or just dangerous to himself and others? Where did he get the gun? Who left it out where he could get it?

Fascists are Humanities clever retards. Sociopathic to be specific. I lived with a sociopath once. He located my orientation on the psychological diagnose-o-wheel and played me like a fiddle. I don't think he ever learned to connect to other living things. He could interact with them, and did so with his personal interests as paramount. He would distract people by giving them his full attention which made them self conscious enough to blind them to what he was taking from them in actuality. That works for a while then he gets caught and has to move on, leaving with a degree of naivete robbed from the community.

Maybe our sitcom society will wane in favor of Discovery, or TLC, and lets not forget the History channel lest it repeat itself with the Same Old Story of dichotomous rivalry for the benefit of the rivals at the expense of the rest of everyone and everything. Sick I tell you. Sick of watching the loudest of the madmen stomping around on the furniture and proclaiming themselves kings of the American Mental Ward. As a nation we are sitting crouched with our knees against our chests and rocking neurotic, trying to forget where we are.

Right here now.

What matters right here now? I guess it depends on what paradigm right here now is perceived through.

The way I see the world, all life interrelates in ways that are subtle unless we are paying attention. Dynamic life interaction all the time right now. From this perspective I am affected by how I treat others. To consider the effect that ones actions might have on others is a mode of self preservation. We need to deal with the asshole that hadles our shit with respect, but lets not put a crown on it so that we have to walk around on all fours to keep it from falling off. Assholes are important, but assholes nonetheless.

Puppy

Puppy1, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

I have puppies. Khandahar had puppies, but she was too neurotic to take care of them. She ended up killing three inadvertently within 48hrs of birth. So I'm bottle feeding three puppies while landscaping the Kahala house. I'm fooling myself if I think I'm not going to keep one.

The Dark Night show is Dark for two more weeks. Resuming on Nov 5th we aim to shoot the pilot. Just got off the phone with Jimbo, and I'm waiting final confirmation that Ooklah the Moc will be performing that night.

In other news...

Kahala Bugeye

v2, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Face Column

Face Column, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Back Totem

5z, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Totem

6z, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Zon

IMG_7183, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

I have an album cover, If I only had an album...

...but is it Art?

Photo 264, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello there everybody.

Just wanted to Say somthin to validate this post...

Kaptain Chaos

Kaptain Chaos, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hey.

New media:

Cult: the movie

A Dark Night @ the rRed Elephant


k den

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Schwepa dznodka Photo 227

Photo 227, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hey there everybody!

Photo 28, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hangover

Photo 3, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Steve

Steve, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello.

I have entered into the world beyond the PC. I have a tool to work with now. I am in training.

Mo Bush

Mo Bush, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Beauty in this world.

Town Bound

Town Bound, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

By the way, I have another Blog. www.adarknight.blogspot.com

That thing has info on the rRed Elephant Show. Picks and words on the subject.

By the way, if you click on any (well, most) of the pictures on both of these blogs, you will be taken to my photo blog on flickr.

ok.

"You're fine."

Rebecca, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello.

I don't really know who I'm addressing here. I know some people that read this sometimes. Friends of mine. I find myself writing this for them, to some extent. When I actually do decide to write. Them. You. You and them. I didn't used to write for you. I used to write for them exclusively. The audience. The consumers of stage and page. And the gawkers as well. The idle passerby that double takes on some thing or another that they engaged by happenstance.

I do want to grab your attention. I know that for sure. I don't always know why or how. It's my compulsion. The subject matter doesn't matter.

My function is to get some attention. It's the main thing I think about really. I think of myself as a modern day barker and hawker that draws in the crowd to watch the freak show. Style of pitch adapted to the environment. Come one, come all, a show for all ages, but especially relevant to you in particular. Yes you. Who else would I be talking to? The you I'm talking to, that part of you that is the same as the part of me that wrote this, may be skeptical, which is natural, as my me is skeptical about your interpretation of this whole thing we're doing here. But I trust the whole thing will work out to our satisfaction.

To me continued...





It' more easy here on glowing page than live onstage to