Doggy Life

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A terrible beauty is born

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

I'm drunk on panda mystery!

Its amazing how many pictures of people in panda outfits can be found on the internet.

and this love song is for no one at all...

We both were searching out cool water and so we walked together,
And talked about the next day's work, and how we liked the weather.
Walking by your side it seemed would surely be a boon,
For I was shaded in the morning, and you in afternoon.
When in the shade we each could see but in the light you squinted,
Seeing only as a pair at night when moon was lifted.

And when our prize at last we spied you whimpered as a child,
for in between the here and there did scream a chasm wild.
We heard a river miles below, and went our separate ways,
For always searching, never finding makes for lonely days.
The day's bright light upon your face, your eyes were small and shifted,
Seeing only as a pair at night when moon was lifted.

~RDelicious~

This poem is not for anyone, but should be read by all.

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Installment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for he time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace; when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

This Poem is for you, and I hope you read it.

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ecstasy.

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find the mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness see you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.

September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again...

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

Happy Bloomsday to All

Today is Bloomsday. So everyone should leave their houses, buy some beers, and read Ulysses. I am going to borders right now, because I have lost my copy, and I am going to buy a copy of Ulysses, and Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time. Then I am going to go downtown, and read Ulysses whilst drinking beer to celebrate the crazy day of June 16.

Just when things start to suck, this comes around

Just when I felt that my life sucked enough, there is this to make me happy. I do love the John Kerry guy, but this photo (courtesy of some photoshop on my part) makes me feel better. At least I am better looking than the Presidential hopefull. I think...


I'm sure that one day, someone will love me, I mean, shit, it worked for Kerry, he's married to a model. My aim isn't nearly that high.

Heaven is Just a Cigarette Away

I'm going outside to smoke a cigarette, and all I can think about is how much I wish I didn't smoke. The problem is that I really fucking like to smoke,the act of it, the taste, the whole deal.



Mostly, it just makes me look really cool.

Yahoo is trying to compete with Gmail, but still sucking

Yahoo is attempting to remain in competition with Google's new Gmail, according to the New York TimesUnfortunately for suckass Yahoo, I think most people will understand that 100mb of storage and 1 gig are pretty different, so is the difference between $0.00 and $19.95.

I could never have a yahoo email address, because it would make me feel even more like a fourteen year old girl. My address would be: hppysummrgrl@yahoo.com.

League of Women Voters change position on e-voting

Thanks in part, I'm sure, to my ascerbic post here, the League of Women Voters rescinded their opinion on paperless voting machines.

Its about damn time. The average age of LWV members is over fifty, so it is understandable that these people might not understand the inherent security issues when dealing with fully computerized voting. Fortunately, their younger constituents understand these problems, and were able to enact a Wind of Change

MBV stills kicks ass, mostly because you don't like them.

My Bloody Valentine continues to kick ass, and as reported by PitchforkMedia.com, will be releasing both box sets, and a new DVD. If you are not into MBV, you should go right now and purchase Loveless. It is short, it makes little sense, and it is dying to rock your face. What do you have to lose?

Coolest invention of all time

Well, it has finally happened, the erotic fantasy invention of countless numbers of mindless fratboys, perverts and general voyeurs has come true, with the invention of invisibility cloaks.

Thats right, invisibilty like the fucking Predator. By that I mean "The Predator" the movie, not "The Predator" Roman Polanksi. At any rate, this invention should tickle the snot out of business owners, military types, peeping toms, and panty raiders around the globe.

Can't Buy Me Love

Can't Buy Me Love is on TV right now, on Oxygen, and I am going to watch ever minute of it, unless I have to leave, or do something else, or something better comes on.

I watched a good portion of St. Elmo's Fire at Room 13, the new bar in the old outside half of the Engine Room. That movie kicks ass, but it really lacks in the Anthony Michael Hall department.

Also, this is pretty cool.

Hooray for John Barrow

John Barrow is filming a commercial today in front of the UGA chapel at 4:30, and I am going to go be an extra. I don't particularly care a lot about John Barrow's campaign, but I like being on tv, and I'm really bored.

Barrow is running for Congress, and while he seems a good candidate, with a lot of endorsements from important democrats, he doesn't really have any opinions. For most of the issues he addresses, he simply says yes or no.
I imagine the tag line to the campaign commercial will go something like this:

Education... John Barrow is for it!

Pollution... John Barrow is against it

Terrorism... John Barrow says no!

Jobs...      John Barrow says yes to new jobs, and no to losing jobs!

(voiceover)"John Barrow, he is either for or against most of the things you either support or don't support"

*Paid for by friends of John Barrow for Congress

Space: The Final Frontier

The Cassini-Huygens space probe is currently very close to Saturn's moon Phoebe. Some of the pictures are damn cool. Phoebe is very old, perhaps from the very start of our own universe, which, according to some was a mere six thousand years ago.

Take that naysayers!

Interesting News Bits

The BBC covered Nancy Reagan's plea to Bush to attempt to change the administration's stance on stem cell research. A few months back Bill O'Reilly apologized for his support of Bush's pre-war claims about the weapons of mass destruction. It is interesting to see such conservative people pulling their support from Bush.

Three years ago Bush banned stem cell research. Why is it legal for the president to enforce medical and sciencentific laws? Doesn't the fact that the president can decide that some scientific research is illegal seem ridiculous? Could he say, for instance, that researching black holes is illegal?

I guess, they still have 15 days to fix up Iraq. They have only lost two members of the senior governing council in the last two days.


George Senior celebrated his 80th birthday by jumping out of a plane. He said that he wanted to do it in memorium of Reagan. That makes sense. Nothing could celebrate my life like someone risking theirs by jumping out of a plane.


In per capita distribution, the money from the terror prevention grant program is an absurd waste of money. North Dakota receives $40.42 per person, while the New York receives only $5.40. I guess the good people over at the, Menoken Indian Village State Historic Site can sleep a little easier tonight.

But isn't that just what the terrorists would be expecting... suckers.

so tired

I can never sleep anymore. Even after nights of heavy drinking, I wake up early and never soundly sleep. Ohh wait, I just thought of something.

SCTV is funnier than SNL

I just saw an ad for a SCTV box set and I really want it. Its a lot funnier than SNL, and yet SNL is on tv alot, and so is MadTV, and MadTV has never been funny, even once.

sort of funny clip I came across

This clip is from a ten minute long film that isn't terribly funny, but the first scene is fairly amusing. I wanted to try and see if I could stream it off of this page, but I can't get it to work, so go here to check it out.

Bicycle races are coming your way, So forget all your duties oh yeah!

I had to sell my motorcycle, a really cool 1965 Bridgestone, because I never rode it that much, and I mainly got it to go between my house and downtown Athens, but it is really no more convenient than a car, because you have to park it in a space.

In order to pocket some money, and still have convenient transportation, I bought a Ross Eurotrail from Agora. My digital camera isn't working right now, so I had to steal this pic off the internet. It is not exactly my bike, but pretty damn close.

All said and done, with new tires and some tuneup work, it cost me less than $100 and it only takes me ten minutes to get downtown from my house, about the same time it would take driving a car and finding a parking spot.
Oh, yeah, and as my roommate noticed, after I bought the bike, it is a girl's bike. But I don't give a fuck, cause that's how I roll. Apparently girl bikes slant down in between your legs, and guys bikes are straight across. This is pretty backwards seeming to me, because if I were to fall off, I would as much space in between my crotch and the metal frame as possible.

Bonsai Kitten

This is a really old site, but I just stumbled across it again, and it always makes me laugh. Bonsai Kittens are the perfect house decoration, and also make great pseudo-pets. Pick one up today!

League of Women Voters Block Verifiable E-Voting

The Associated Press just ran a good article on The League of Women Voters, and their president's effort to block the effort to institute verifiable paper records on the new Diebold electronic voting machines. The absurdity is that obviously there is no disadvantage to keeping a paper record of votes, it simply ensures that the votes can be verified in the event of a computer error. Diebold, the company that makes the machines stated that they run on the very reliable Windows operating system. Who the hell trusts that? My computer crashes all the time.


As good ol' Joe Stalin said "It's not the votes that count, but who counts the votes."

My first post of all time, ever.

For some reason, it now seems a good idea to start one of these fancy electronic diaries that the entire world can read. I think I will post a lot of news bits that I come across, album reviews, and general stuff that I like to talk about.