Colorless Green Ideas

Perhaps when we die a part of us lives on Perhaps there is an afterlife space and time trace a fractal edge between you and I where dimension is more than four we could measure there but here in three space timelike flows like wave upon wave to cross the distance from where I've gone to ground I count the seconds from lightning flash to sound And I am here and you are there and we can divide by three to find the distance in kilometers to the heart of the storm Where you and I are born

Georgia state Rep. Bobby Franklin (R) has authored a bill which require miscarriages to be investigated by authorities . Franklin's bill would classify the removal of a fetus from a woman for any reason other than to produce a live birth or to remove a dead fetus as "prenatal murder." Although the legislation would not place any criminal penalties on natural spontaneous abortions, it would require miscarriages to be reported by hospitals and other medical institutions and a fetal death certificate issued. And conceivably, create a requirement in the police force for officers of the peace to check the uterus of a woman and verify that she did in fact have a miscarriage. The penalty in the bill equates any violation of the law to, effectively, an act of murder. As if a woman undergoing this trauma needs something else to worry about, in her life? Bush Republicans are great, aren't they? Just when you think they couldn't do anything more stupid than waste 6 tri

A co worker made an observation this morning that I would like to share with you. He said that he remembered clearly the day the first heart transplant operation occurred. It was in South Africa, and it made headline news all over the world. He then said almost immediately after - that it's been about twenty years - and a heart transplant is happening right this second, in a hospital down the street from us in our city. Kind of makes you think, doesn't it?

There's something there that turns the ear of a cat half asleep Watch the slow arc of his head, eyes closed tracking noise He is not so hungry that he is weak but enough to leap claws white flashing teeth sharp and flying to prey biting scissor-like at the base of the small grey head to feed Rust never sleeps

Solar Flare happens today - if you are north, please see the lightshow

A practiced and easy dead seriousness envelopes the question and answer as twilight falls on thought itself And I remembered, wow, hey I'm really in for it watching my two year old daughter watching the water balloon fall then march to the kitchen and retrieve more ammunition from her mother at the sink And like ten thousand fireflies thought balloons can be kept inside a jar I have never had a haircut so bad that I cried And when I open the drawer I reach for the larger spoon and feel its weight, I am not so passionate about it as the fork, of course I have definite feelings about tines I don't want them too close I have original items in my home production numbers limited to one And I can fall asleep on my own at the end of the day But what I love most about being alive Is that somewhere out there There is a you , and I and that we live in a time within ten thousand years of Bettie Page whom I promise will one day grace the nose of a s

Dial nine

A conversation, overheard at Burning Man, Black Rock Nevada: A guy driving a shark: " Do you want a margarita?" ... Girl on bike next to a giant birthday cake: "No thanks - I'm about to climb a metal butterfly and then slide down a massive grass-slide. " “Did you see the dinosaur made of buckets?” the shark-car-operator asks ... and her topless reply? ... “Not yet, I think I’m going to stay here for a while and see if the rocket blasts off.”

I have been blogging for about 5 years now, and I've seen alot of change. In the early days - media and embedded content was open and it really was alot of fun to excerpt the work and include it here. But if you look back through my work from 2005, you'll find alot of fragmented links in this blog,- the result of an aggressive copyright enforcement campaign waged on 'behalf' of the artist by companies that ferret out content and then - thanks to the complicity of the Google corporation, remove it at almost at random. These companies have little basis for this action - they don't really know how many or how few are viewing the work here. They make up the numbers, and hire expensive legal teams to threaten anyone that disagrees with them. Fortunately for us, they haven't really changed the game. But why are they wasting so much time deleting stuff from youtube? Because of what they think they own. And their basis is copyright. According to these companies th

Name: Jennifer Steinkamp Age: 29 Occupation: Artist, Installations, New Media and Video Home base: Los Angeles Retail standby: Tortoise Music venue: Royal Albert Hall , London Favorite concert: The Police in 1978. Music: Punk and electronic . Provisions: Whole Foods For gifts: Jin Patisserie — for amazing chocolate gift boxes. Restaurant: Bastide, Los Angeles. Drink: Coffee from Venice Grind. Reading material: Newspapers Art pick: Cathie Opie Museums: Albright-Knox Art Gallery in Buffalo. Movie: “Code 46″ ; anything social-science fiction. Vacation destination: India , for the colors.

My heart felt wrong when I awoke I chose to lay still and listen The dark and the cold touched my nose I know I have to leave I have a list of things to do as long as my arm synchronize our wristwatches on my mark

It started off in the dark with a phone call and a remote login After the telecommute I had to head north of town to take care of an internet connection I wasn't paid I drove back and my cellphone died so I passed the time, on the almost forty minute drive in silence Earlier The place where my horse stays left me an email that said my lease is dead painting the day in shades of malaise and candy apple grey And when I finally made it into my office I became the uncompensated led by the unknowing to do the impossible in half the time as we did before with twice the staff I ate sandwiches in the car and listend to stories of Egypt Burning In the desert sand And raced home to pick up my daughter late for her orthodontists appointment I looked up and the sky had turned grey the sun was a pale disk and when I got home I logged on and went to work again

1. Stop idealizing women 2. Lead 3. Make your territory yours 4. Know when you're out of control 5. Eliminate bad habits - get better ones 6. Stop projecting your weakness onto others 7. Constantly improve yourself 8. Balance learning and doing 9. See your self deception habits 10. Learn to identify social status (found at askmen.com)

She is sick part of her was hurt and that part was removed but the cure is taking its toll She will get better if I give love care And a bowl Of Chicken Soup It might seem strange to see a man giving chicken soup to a 92 volvo But hey That's how I roll And this is how to successfully end a serious poem with a smiley :)