Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Perhaps you are wondering about the Freethought Heroine Award.
The Freedom From Religion Foundation, to recognize the special contributions of women to freethought and the battle to keep state and church separate, bestows a "Freethought Heroine Award". [They are awarded at the yearly national convention, but are not awarded every year.]
Recipients of the Freethought Heroine Award:
2006 - Wafa Sultan
2005 - Robin Morgan
2004 - Susan Jacoby
2002 - Taslima Nasrin
2000 - Wendy Kaminer
1999 - Barbara Ehrenreich
1998 - Marykait Durkee
1997 - Ann Druyan
1996 - Kristin Lems
1995 - Katha Pollitt
1994 - Eleanor Smeal
1991 - Carol Sobel
1990 - Patricia Ireland
1989 - Butterfly McQueen
Sunday, May 17, 2009
It's bad. These commencement speeches are porn, I can barely watch them. Oh their God, I love him so much. Would it..was it worth it...the past excruciating eight years...was it in fact a fair price for this bliss? Amazingly you can't quite go that far. That was one bad monkey we had before, biting the side of his face and sniggering. There would be no way to condone that for any prize. But as things have turned out, here we are, and that makes this all the sweeter. I mean, dudes, this guy is one good president.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
tENTATIVELY a cONVENIENCE is a Mad Scientist / d-composer / Sound Thinker / Thought Collector. Whenever he has the energy he devotes himself to "undermining 'reality' maintenance traps"— which naturally made him an ideal contributor for Street With A View!
i saw this via Jason Grote at The Fortress of Jason Grote. thanks Grote.
sorry to the ecretsay ocietysay CHay embersmay who have seen this already. i loved it, so i had to do it.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Bertrand Russell wrote a book called The Conquest of Happiness in which he tried to show the world what it looked like to him. The book is one of the great contributions to “graceful-life philosophy,” which is what I have called non-religious writing on how to live a good life. There is a tendency to think that graceful life philosophy is advice from the wise and knowing to the foolish and ignorant, but we usually become experts in curing the very weakness that we have. The insight Russell offered in his graceful-life philosophy was often most local to his own concerns, but it was stunningly good stuff. Take his description of overwork: “One of the symptoms of approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important, and that to take a holiday would bring all kinds of disaster. If I were a medical man, I should prescribe a holiday to any patient who considered his work important.” He is joking, but only a little. “The nervous breakdown which appears to be produced by the work is, in fact, in every case that I have ever known of personally, produced by some emotional trouble from which the patient attempts to escape by means of his work.” The person does not want to give up his work because, if he does so, he will no longer have anything to distract him from his painful thoughts. Of course, the trouble may be fear poverty, so working seems like a direct and rational response, but even so, it is likely that time away is refreshing and more than pays for itself. “In every case it is the emotional trouble, not the work, that causes the breakdown.”
Monday, May 11, 2009
This is a cool online journal. Quick fun interview.
Mad walker, career apologist, apple eater,
I am humbled in your midst.
Surgeon, with your varied scalpels,
myth, with your scalping savage,
savage, with your pollen grief.
A vision of leather tents,
of tiled hallways. Nabokov calls Lolita’s
mom a great pill-taker. Yul Brynner
says don’t smoke, but did.
My sentences get longer.
It’s not simple like:
Some glory in nature,
some it makes itch.
It’s always more
complicated. Each actor has an easy
arc to comprehend, this father, these
scrolls, this episode
with toad, this with Turkish taffy.
It’s the composite of simple arcs
as, to our surprise, the mess of lines
forms an image at a distance.
Truth is not the same as honesty.
It is not the same as accuracy.
It is the purview of poetry.
Poetry tests by the clatter
of recognition and knows
how to get to where the platters
are being dropped. Follow
the crashes like breadcrumbs.
Where were you last Thursday?
I dined with rhyme. (We drank
wine, we liked it fine, us. We ate
fish. It was delicious.)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
The demo team knocked the top floor walls into the building during the night (till 3 am, i watched) and we woke up to the bottom two pictures. more sky for us. also a major inconvenience or ten, but the upside is more sky, for the time being.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Once upon a time there were a billion mommies and a billion daddies. And the mommies and daddies had two billion children: a billion little girls and a billion little boys. After billions of dinners and billions of baths, the mommies and daddies gave their babies eight billion kisses and told them sixteen billion times to close their eyes and go to sleep. The planet spun each spot of itself out of the sun, six billion children and mommies and daddies each closed their twelve billion eyes and fell asleep.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant –
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind
Monday, May 4, 2009