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Diverge from the path just a little bit. ok. i have had just about enough of this format. PORTFOLIO! wooptydoopty. from this point on, the pages will be very raw. the information will no longer come at a fakefriendly pace. search everywhere for links, or they will quickly form a chain around your mind. also, look for clues. you are going to have to work for the good stuff.
sea.esh.lewish.outofthe.silent.planet "and now" said oyarsa, when silence was restored, "let us honour my dead hnau." At his words ten of the hrossa grouped themselves about the biers. lifting their heads, and with no signal given as far as Ransom could see, they began to sing. To every man, in his acquaintance with a new art, there comes a moment when that which was meaningless first lifts, as it were, one corner of the curtain that hides it's mystery, and reveals, in a burst of delight which later and fuller understanding can hardly ever equal, one glimpse of the indefinite possibilites within. for Ransom, this moment had now come in his understanding of Malacandrian song. Now first he saw that it's rhythyms were based on a different blood from ours, on a heart that beat more quickly, and a fiercer internal heat. Through his knowledge of the creatures and his love for them he began, ever so little, to hear it with their ears. A sense of great masses moving at visionary speeds, of giants dancing, of eternal sorrows eternally consoled, of he knew not what and yet what he had always known, awoke in him with the very first bars of the deep-mouthed dirge, and bowed down his spirit as if the gate of heaven had opened before him. "Let it go hence," they sang. "Let it go hence, dissolve and be no body. Drop it, release it, drop it gently, as a stone is loosed from the fingers drooping over a still pool. Let it go down, sink, fall away. Once below the surface there are no divisions, no layers in the water yielding all the way down; all one and all unwounded in that element. Send it voyaging where it will not come again. Let it go down; the hnau rises from it. This is the second life, the other beginning. Open, oh coloured world, without weight, without shore. You are second and better, this was first and feeble. Once the worlds were hot within and brought forth life, but only the pale plants, the dark plants. We see their children when they grow today, out of the sun's light in the sad places. After, the heaven made grow another kind on worlds; the high climbers, the bright-haired forests, cheeks of flowers. First were the darker, then the brighter. First was the worlds' blood, then the suns' brood. This was as much of it as he contrived later to remember and could translate. As the song ended Oyarsa said: "Let us scatter the movements which were their bodies. So will Maleldil scatter all worlds when the first and feeble is worn." He made a sign to one of the pfiltriggi, who instantly arose and approached the corpses. The hrossa, now singing again but very softly, drew back at least ten paces. The pfiltrigg touched each of the three dead in turn with some small object that appeared to be made of glass or crystal--and then jumped away with one of his frog-like leaps. Ransom closed his eyes to protect them from a blinding light and felt something like a very strong wind blowing in his face, for a fraction of a second. Then all was calm again, and the three biers were empty. This is dedicated to my son Judah Zoe Christian, who died the fourteenth of august only three months old. Let it go hence..
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random opinionoinipo random Marhaban!   Kayf haluk?  'Ana talib.  The Phoenix has Arisen again in my car stereo...me likey.  It has a fresh feeling to it...very playful.  I like it very much indeed...thank you for the copy because it made me feel very good tonight.  I have a Laurie Anderson CD with Burroughs on it. He talks over a song called "Sharkey's Night." I don't really like that album. Peter Gabriel puked all over it. There's a good song here and there, but it doesn't hold up to "Big Science." That's definitely the Laurie Anderson record to get, even though it has a couple of duds, too. Great album cover. That's all you need sometimes. Ever notice that a cool album cover becomes ridiculous if a shitty band puts it out? The Sunny Day Real Estate album "Diary" had the coolest fucking art but the record was garbage. The artwork for "The Bends" is silly, but I like the album so much that the art seems perfect somehow. Thanks for playing David Bowie for me. I appreciate that. The only song that came to mind is Can't Wait by Superdrag as loud as the stereo will go. Str5aight up rock! Does the store have an amp/preamp type of stereo where you can hum the speakers before starting a song? Feedback/distortion device for a good 5 sec. presong squeal? Wait, there is a blip of this in the beginning of the song. I just want you to get the live club feel. ..I should have written it down..It was like "Grace" by James Joyce (I highly, highly recommend you read that one..) Jesus was a gentile? No meat on Fridays because Passover lasts all year? I don't get involved.. ..there's another great rock song by the Sheila divine called fuck I can't think. Like A Criminal? It's the ??6th on their first. I'll look at it tonight. Don't listen to any of their albums. Because of their nasally challenging droen they don't rock except for this particulare which kicks azz. I don't know anything about Goldfrapp. Maybe Focus on the Family does. They're British. That's all I know. Speaking of live, I went to winfield last week which was a ball of overkill on the pillz, smoke, and booze..so next year you plan on it. And keeping in the bluegress spirit we saw The meat Purveyors who are wonderfull to listen to. They cover ABBA's SOS, Ratt's Round and Round and Madonna's Like a Virgin song. The rest are all bout drinking and love and drugs. If you pick up an album check out All Relationships Are Doomed to Fail. Most stores will have Spoon, Gurlz can Tell which is a great hang out at the record store albuman. I really like this whole record. "Big Science" by Laurie Anderson is endlessly enjoyable for me. You should probably listen to it first to make up your mind. The title track and "O Superman" should seal it for you if you listen to them all the way through. The moustrap is the easy part. Its the cheese thats hard to design. "Different Class" by Pulp is superb. Yeah, Ann Rand is cool. I haven't read anthem. I read Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead. They are awesome. I don't quite agree with her, philisophically. But she tells great stories. We could maybe have some interesting discussions on that. "Phrenology" by the Roots? "Live at Leeds" by the Who? Most piano collections by Debussy are very good. I have a 2 disc one with a snowy tree on the cover that was . I listen to it all the time. Actually, I think I'll formally recommend "Astral Weeks." I tend to be turned off by a lot of Van Morrison's stuff, but this record is perfect. Some of the songs are these stretched-out folky dirges that may or may not be improvised lyrically. Seriously, the album gives you chills from start to finish. It's like Nick Drake if he actually had made a great album from start to finish. Of course, you may take something completely different away from "Astral Weeks".. Strange story: A marching band in Texas got reamed for pulling out Nazi flags at a football game to accompany a program of music you would have heard in different countries that fought in World War II. What the fuck were they thinking? Your ass has been incognito this week. I have to warm up, so here's a message. This is probably old news to you because you work at the record store, but I bagged the special edition of the REM retrospective, as well as the new Strokes album. The packaging on the REM record is more enjoyable than the record itself. One track from Monster and Out of Time, but two tracks from Reveal? I like the two Reveal songs, but that seems like revisionist history. The current single is great, even though it sounds like Its the End of the World as we know it. The next single is not, even though it sounds like Turn You Inside Out. Check the Burroughs track on the second disc. What the fuck? These are all great songs, but I can't stand to listen to REM when it's all chopped up like that. Out of Time deserved better representation, maybe Near Wild Heaven or Country Feedback. And E-Bow the Letter is a great song, but it's nobody's idea of a hit by any stretch. Lotus was a better single than At My Most Beautiful, and Beat a Drum was what At My Most Beautiful should have sounded like. That's what happens when the band gets to pick out their greatest hits, and that's why Eponymous is a better REM collection. This album opens with Man on the Moon, and then the Great Beyond, as if the fucking Andy Kaufman movie was the pinnacle of REM's career. Not by a long shot, says I. The Strokes album is okay, but after 40 minutes of the same exact sound you kind of stop caring. The singer's melodies are getting better. The first track is the best thing they've ever done. I recommend checking it out. That being said, there's no instant hit like Last Night, so they will become more of a hipster thing like Wilco from here on out.  I can listen to about 4 Strokes songs at a time and then I have to switch it. They certainly have their sound down cold, though. There is a huge fire burning in the mountains today. I should take some pictures. Looks quasi-apocalyptic. You can see orange and pink clouds on the other side of the haze. I sound like somebody's grandmother, repeating myself and boring everyone around me.. Ma a salama (go without fear)
Secede and Destroy: The Texanazi movement Exposed by staff writer Liquid Leonard They marched out into the cold. long black uniforms with their guns on the right hip. pre-orgasmic tension in the air. some flags flying high, some burned on the coffins of the elder community figures. in the chill a secret message was encoded:: fall sky feathers tell oaths to members. documents like leaves from a dead tree must be filed in tryplikate. wear your hats like crowns, you secret kings of death.
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Heading 7 storage of email too good to lose... people i know have killed livestock trying to cheat at state fairs. its common practice to stick a garden hose down an animals throat (if its lucky) and push up the weight with water. this from the people who supposedly are more in touch with their humanity because they farm. bullshit. white trash mentality is everywhere, it thrives in the backwoods and boonies.. congrats on becoming WNV reporter and potential editor all at once. everyone else is terrified to go near WNV, right? kudos on having the balls to stay on the trail. if you ever have a story that's so wierd you can't publish it, let's throw it on the autonomous site. more and more, outright conflict turns me on. there are all these people out there, you and i included, who feel very strongly about certain things. i am more into fostering communication than in changing minds to my views. when beliefs create tension and people stop talking, bad shit starts to happen. your thoughts, please. >>Working a shit job allows you to feel more excited about the things you really care about. It's really very good for you. Enjoy your toil. << a rare voice of wisdom speaks, and i concur. in fact, i am actually putting it to work for me. i produce drawings while on the clock, in between phone calls. and yes, the boredom pushes me more than all the free time at home in the world. and yes, my resume is very, very fucked. there was a paragraph here on my sister which i cut because it felt like gossip. she is a great artist, very primitive metal sculptures, and she has no idea how good it is, which makes it even better. i don't trust anything within a mile of disinfo.com. i just read it for kicks, like spiritual pulp fiction. i'm into networking. the best thing about autonomous is its potential to become a network of artists with no advertising. the competition between the artists will keep the quality up, while there will be no risk of mindless editing that does nothing but dull the edges of good work. and people will come to autonomous knowing that they are relating to other people rather than business models. autonomous is pain. autonomous is laughter. i'm telling you, (name deleted) fears everything, that's the key to his emo heart. obscurity is the ultimate shield for the indie soul. or maybe there was a run on salami at the safeway deli. you never can tell. m. a. christian uses gibson guitars, paid for by nike and coke.