I'm not an expert on these matters, but isn't that Hobbit-like? Bilbo'ish?

This is an interesting modern interpretation:

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...e_building.jpg
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...bbit03_med.jpg
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...bbit04_med.jpg

http://memimage.cardomain.com/ride_i...0001_large.jpg

Round doors in motion,
welcome in, I'm going out,
but not revolving.

He's compensated well, I would imagine.

http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs20/f/20...y_mainasha.jpg

I'm always late to the good things, am I not?


(I had no idea where this was going, but it is deeply affecting.)

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9...8ifto1_400.jpg
Mountain View Elementary School students run into the envelope of
a hot air balloon on Thursday, Sept. 23, 2010 morning during an
introduction to hot air ballooning at the school in Elko, Nevada.
The event is part of the kick off of the Ruby Mountain Balloon
Festival 2010 in and around Elko this weekend.
--(AP Photo/Elko Daily Free Press, Ross Andreson)

Self-immolation
strikes me nasty as a way
of nearing the light.

2 into 3 x 4 + 0 = 6

brave Buddhist

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...6/burntout.jpg

Such things on purpose
tweak the system, but no more,
except for washing.

(arbitrary)

As wrong as you want,
I don't judge what you can't say
until it hurts me.

I was searching for information about a tree and found this to my liking:

Solitude by Lord Byron
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.

But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel and to possess,
And roam alone, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!

Alone in my head
I can feel a root system
or mycelia.

So long as we are tallking about a lone thing, I'll try to dig something up (in which I've waited more than a few weeks to post already)...

http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5...rjrto1_500.gif

(I'll be back to ask you two few to view the sporadic discussion I created about this universal theme. /shill + procrastinator)

Does it bother you
that I laugh with most of us?
It shouldn't, honey.

Taking a powder
could only make you happy
for a little while.

Phew.

follow-up, thanks to the mind-expanding powers of the internet repository
 

I really like (perhaps feel the need) to complete what was once missing, now found.
It's why I don't play video games anymore, or why I can never be a good mechanic;
I always need to "perfect" my assigned tasks, so as I never need to "have to" re-visit 'em again.
I'm sure my penchant for procrastination factors into this equation as well.
(It's also probably why I rarely take on a task that in which I'm uncertain to complete, 'cause it will nag on me, tirelessly.)

http://i53.tinypic.com/16j4s2g.jpg
Few images capture the power of self-sacrifice in protest more
than that of Buddhist monk Thich Quang Duc, serenely posed in
meditation on a Saigon street as the flames of immolation roll
over his flesh. -- (AP Photo/Malcolm Browne)


[howstuffworks.]

(additional side-scripted note: this post was supposed to be sumbitted 5 min. ago, but much like my life, the wireless connection I'm fostering has dropped off the face of the earth, again.)

I knew a poet in San Francisco who left the world this way.
He lit himself on fire in the Avenues somewhere.

How about we change the subject now?

I want to be worth nothing
lest your input makes me something else.
My wanting that can't hurt you.

abr

the world is of our making, not of those who came before us.

If no one said it before, (doubtful) then I'm claiming it now.
Attribute the above to me, please (unless you find the true speaker sometime, and those were his/her exact words/intent).

- - -
Time to see what's in my notes...

http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9...3973o1_500.gif

23-4=19

http://img1.artweb.com/users/496/163...-cathedral.jpg

[doobybrain.]

Haunting visual -
the sensation of motion
is very pleasing.

BadNick will love it.

I'd almost forgotten. Amended.

http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/general...how-alone.html

I do love it! Thanks, Jet.

I'm happy that my interest in astronomy, starting when I was about 7 years old, grew and developed and expanded into other related areas such as cosmology. Not to mention my profession as an engineer. I love looking around and trying to make some sense of the universe that we observe by applying my miniscule knowledge.


I think being somewhat of an introvert and liking to be alone plays into this. I find it more difficult in recent years, with my dear wife and children being such a huge, important part of my life, to be as alone as I'd like to be sometimes. Not always, but more often. I'm just thinking this is one reason I can tolerate and actually like my almost one hour drive each way to and from work each day. To use it as alone time. And why I sort of resent cell phones that I can't turn off as often as I'd like. That sort of thing.

Hm. My last bit of coincidence for tonight (this was my next TLTE! "post" in my queue).

http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2...lxg6o1_500.png
Blankets by Craig Thompson


I like making sense of the world, too, but there are other times when I just try to go with the entropic flow of the cosmos, wherever it may lead me.

(keyword: Dual-nature)

I don't think I go "hunting" for sense....hey, after all this is "Nonsense" no matter what name it's given now ;) I can highly relate to what you say. In fact, I often think I'm "Mr. Go With The Flow" and partly attribute my durability and resilience to that. It's amazing what one can find by coincidence and serendipity.

Yeah. I'm really too lazy and empty-headed to want to seek out things on my own, unless given a specific query (or tenuous, depending) to do so.

I'm a good researcher, but I'm not a very adept pull-out-of-thin-air magic creator. I rely mostly on history to fuel me, rather than my own imagination (which I allow to process more fully whenever I get around to sleeping).

I might strew selectively,
but I don't judge the harvest, honey,
loving what arises, right?

http://www.cannabis-pictures.com/can...ng_closeup.jpg

my imagination often runs full tilt while im reading, even more so when re-reading, to the point where I explore what-ifs and how-to's forgeting to continue reading while I explore.

Over the past two after-days and enter-nights, I've been enthralled in Ken Burns' newest PBS doc: The Tenth Inning.

One thing I will ask, though, if you can assist me: what's the background instrumental to this clip entitled?

(I originally thought it was 'Autumn in New York' by Vernon Duke, but I must have remembered it wrong)

That's a hard question -
Does all music have titles?
I've no idea.

//unrelated:

Against the system?
Pretty Eyes, you see "fuck no!"
& so you're gentle.

One can't theorize
from long-term observation
if they don't see it.

(abl)

Withdrawing's
tantamount to touch,
unloving.

32 more word-asses & this won't be TLTE, people!

damn, I've been slacking off! I didn't realize the bad guys were getting so close.

Voices of few words perhaps, but so bad.

Long Bay Beach - Auckland, New Zealand.

http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...nt_bolitho.jpg
Grant Bolitho

P.S. Can't help you with the video audio query, Jet. No sound on this pc.

hey, stroke, we ARE the bad guys...

Good, good, good,
misguided bad-good,
but good bad.

Hey, Phil. Like this wild bunch bad?
http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...wildbunch1.jpg

Or...this bad wild bunch..

http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...wildbunch2.jpg

---------- Post added at 05:48 PM ---------- Previous post was at 05:42 PM ----------

Perhaps it's a bad day at black rock thing.

http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...tblackrock.jpg

I'm so tired... and I already forgot at how I waiting for a reply/answer to my previous inquiry.


Oh... back to plug-n-plays for me. (that was a yawn.)

Ah, that's better...or worse since we like it better that way errrr I mean worse that way.

Did you ever notice that if you look at "bad" in a mirror it's still bad?

So that's not a palindrome of the normal kind, it's a mirroristic palindrome.

:thumbsup:

& in a mirror,
it's too bad the appearer
looks backward itself.

I started taking my notes
backwards in classes in Junior High,
not knowing I wasn't bored.

:confused:

I can relate to that, Ocm?. Some of my most cherished books/notes that I still have from high school are my notebooks full of doodles. I'm surprised I learned anything, though things I didn't understand then seem to have somehow embedded in my brain through osmosis and then later they became quite clear.

I feel much the same.
For me that begs a question
regarding aging.

I'm covered from head to toe with wise-cracks.

One pretty nice thing
a friend said, when we were teens,
"She has her own face."

I also like seeing, and hearing people say, that some of my children have my face. The other has his mom's.

I had a good dream, but now I've forgotten it.
(is this a metaphor to every single human life?)

I looked for a thread already devoted to this interesting, important topic but surprisingly didn't find any.

But I was reminded of it again this morning as I pulled my bag of Original Sun Chips from my desk to snack on as I got rolling in work. Of course all my co-workers within 50 yards starting laughing again since the bag is so damn noisy and we were just talking about FritoLay's recent announcement that they are abandoning these new "noisy" bags and going back to the good old quiet bags.

The new noisy bags are a biodegradable material and, as shown on the bag, they decompose within a few months. The old quiet bags take years or more to decompose.

Due to customer complaints about the noisy bags and plummeting sales of Sun Chips since they went with the new bags, FritoLay is abandoning the "green" and going red again.

Another positive aspect of the noisy bags that I liked is that my kids can't sneak into my stash of Sun Chips without me knowing about it!

That's my green report for the day.

I remember the the thread about the "noisy" (ear-splitting) bags now produced by the Sun Chips parent Co. (I believe it to be the Frito-Lays Corp.). It's buried somewhere in General Discussion, timetable, 3-6 mos. ago.

Then I'm not surprised I missed it since I don't frequently look in GD to much depth other than scan thread titles for possible interest. I guess if I saw it before it didn't strike me until it became more personal. Now I want my noisy bags!

hm.. exactly a month later, and I now post what I wanted to post tomorrow (then)...
(and still, I have "stuff" left in my archives from 2.5+ sun-cycles ago, which I have not viewed more than once).

Video: Chinese Factory Workers Stuffing Playing Cards At Turbo Speed

I'm incorrigible (whatever that means, and if I spelled it right, and ... I don't think another word rhymes with it.)

That guy might make more money as a dealer at a casino.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...shingbeach.jpg

Incorrigible,
like dealers at casinos,
can be a good thing.

Incorrigible,
like a serial killer,
can be very bad.

Incorrigible,
like these terrible haiku,
varies quite a bit.

If you would like or need a vote of confidence that your haikus are at least fun, and often thought provoking, take this.

(an invisibly-typed punch to the virtual face?)

I'll take it to heart,
inasmuchas that's my aim,
& its own reward.

23456

http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9...4fjqo1_500.jpg
Stardust Hydrangea. by Ken Smith

Gorgeous.

Thanks, Jet. I love flower petals. They're so beautiful they can bring a tear to my eye, which is what this one, found following your link, reminds me of:

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...inadroplet.jpg

And this one seems to fit beautifully in the "wave" category:

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...waveofblue.jpg

Taking any joy
out of feeling depression
defeats its purpose.

23 into 46 = 2

Shrugging my shoulders
is almost as useful as
raising my eyebrows.

I agree / don't know
 

http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8...7o2mo1_500.jpg
Comedy / Tragedy

Those might be close things,
related like love and hate -
not to be confused.

Black-and-white thinking
only seems less perplexing
than sorting through grays.

I don't know why I feel compelled to mention it, but that's sorta the same thing I recall remarked by a certain once-18-year-old pornstar (who's nearly mainstream famous now).

+
I'd much prefer it to be a cute girl making these sort of gesticulations, (is this the word?) but then again, re-thinking it, I wouldn't mind seeing a fellow with a big fuzzy beard (it needs to be done in the same voice) articulating the pre-supposed movements.

6.213 kms (3.86miles) in 2 minutes, 7 seconds
Average speed 176km/hour, or 109 mph.


Over the 161 laps (1000 kms) they average around 160 ks and hour, including pit stops/driverchanges. (2 drivers per car)
Yep, thats right. Its Bathurst time again.

33° 26′ 51″ S, 149° 33′ 23″ E

Bathurst 1000 - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

You have to watch a video.. Personally chosen for content.

Beauty, Zooksport2!
Auto racing, I don't know,
& like that input.

Thanks, Zook. I love those V8 Supercars. If I don't see more of that on television this year, somebody's gonna have hell to pay!!!

Maybe I can find someplace that streams that to the net.

racecar...purring throaty palindrome.

Guiding Light: Longest running dramatic series of any genre. Longest running daytime drama.

Started on my 3rd birthday, June 30, 1952 and ran through September 18, 2009.

So like gossipping,
& my grandma ate it up,
saying she didn't.

(2into(3x4))-7=-1

my mom was a huge fan of "As the World Turns"...she probably still would be if it was still on the air ...or on the cable

"As the World Turns is an American television soap opera which aired on CBS from April 2, 1956 to September 17, 2010."

Lisa & Bob. How I remember them well.

Back in the day before my mother eventually rebelled against ironing everything.

http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...rldturns72.jpg

I was afraid of Lisa.

With no need to fear,
retaining ability,
we do it for fun.

I awoke with artful sleep-wrinkle patterns on my arm this morning.
That was some fine beauty rest.

and, I, quite the opposite...


I off now. The race is on!

2x(3+4)=7+7

I hope your car wins
with its man behind the wheel
if they deserve to.

can't find Bathurst 1000 coverage online....seems it's blocked out around here.

This year was the first year for streaming, so there was only a couple of sites available.

Here's is a youtube of some of the highlights...:

Ho Hum... Holden (GM) wins agains....



and a crash compilation...

Highlights say it all
while we try to theorize
whatever it means.

...play naked!

The Obove

http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h..._4096_0171.jpg

Wow, look at all that ultraviolet radiation!!!! ;) Lucky we have a protective ozone layer around the Earth.

Based on very recent reports, it seems the ozone hole depletion has stopped. I hope they're right. Right now I'm helping my son write a short report on it for his chemistry class.

2x3x4/8=3

234 ate 4 which might be why she has a tummy ache

My tummy's happy
full of some cuttlefish balls
& oyster mushrooms.

yum, cuttlefish balls! that's probably why 234 ate 6 this time.

Eating them makes me
think that something that brainy
shouldn't taste so good.

They are amazing critters. I don't think I've ever tasted them. Do they taste like squid or octopus? I can also think of a couple other brainy things that taste good.

brine-brain i feel i can make a joke from this, its just not working, my brine-brain

salty dogma...Pirates of the Cerebellum

avast, matey!

That reminds me I haven't gone bowling in a while. I think the local lanes have a Friday beer bowling night....must go again.

A little more head
& they can splatter apart,
strangely unbalanced.

As a young kid I used to be a "pin boy" at the bowling alley in the basement of our school. We didn't have automatic pin pickup so my job was to pick up the fallen pins and drop them into the pin resetter machine as needed and then activate the resetter at the appropriate time. For a few extra bucks greasing my palms, during competitions I could arrange for your score to improve by tossing an extra pin down just as your ball hit the head pin.

Surprising to hear
you would ever take a bribe...
were you ever caught?

Yes, but the ensuing battle involved the two competitors and not me. I confess to having done it 3 times for two different bowlers. Hopefully this is not a mortal crime and I'll just burn a bit longer for it, though not for the longest possible sentence.

It really had nothing to do with the bribe. I did it because it sounded mischievous.

Smiling my ass off,
BadNick, at your reasoning:
I knew you were GOOD!

Longest tenpin bowling marathon world record set by Stephen Shanabrook Plano, Texas USA
Stephen Shanabrook, 24, physical therapy technician of Plano, bowled at The Plano Super Bowl, (which is open 24 hours), for five days and five hours (125 hrs) - setting the new world record for the Longest tenpin bowling marathon.

Shanabrook bowled an average of five games an hour, and saw his scores range from 5 to 198 this week at the 24-hour Plano Super Bowl.

"I've always liked bowling, but you just get into a routine and it gets mundane," Shanabrook said. "But then you've got to think back to why you started this in the first place, and that's for the charities it is supporting."

Proceeds generated by the event went to charity, allowing Shanabrook to take part in a hobby that he loves while also helping out those in need.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...g_marathon.jpg

The previous Guinness World Record for the Longest tenpin bowling marathon was 120 hours by Andy Milne (Canada) at Classic Bowl, Mississauga, Ontario, Canada from 24-29 October 2005.

A score of just 5?
I wonder how that happened?
Maybe he dozed off?

2+3=5+0+0