Guilt without remorse
is like Deuteronomy:
Inserted after.

What's truly astonishing is that I tuned into ESPN for but three minutes, and I was surprised to notice that Tim Tebow is now sporting the "Kappa" haircut.

http://www.csnwashington.com/common/...102/229682.jpg
Follicle Folly: Tebow's (Really) Bad Hair Day


(if the image breaks, it breaks.)

My pupils go big
for particular reasons
I can't even tell.

23x1=23

I bet someone turned the light on (not in reality, but in your MIND).

Perhaps the dilated pupils are to better catch any photons that have been travelling toward you for the last 15 billion years. It would be a shame to miss any of those.

Speaking of photons
we might have shared some thinking,
the lights & colors:

Black hats & red shirts
& less obvious symbols,
like right pocket pink.

Looks like the worst has passed. Here's hope for sunny days coming up!

I'm so unbearably sad.

(also disappointed I have not yet located that quote I was talking about a page prior.)

I tried to find that quote. No progress.
A book I read years ago had a chapter (sub-chapter?) titled: The gifts of melancholia

Oh yeah, it was Thomas Moore's - Care of the Soul.

Now I have that Soul Sister song stuck in my head.

Everything (read as: everyone I once knew) is fleeting.

I need a daybook planner. It's too hard to fly off the cuff anymore.

Or by the seat of pants, too?

I once promised to embroider wings on the back pockets of a pair of jeans.

So you remember
the fantasies inherent
in togetherness?

ring, you got the palindrome. They seem a simple pleasure, but I like them.


We got a new refrigerator today! Snazzy stainless steel trendy looking thing.

ring: I'm still playing around with the idea of starting a TLTE! blog, a public one, per your initial thoughts on why there was none... as well as one that inhabits the TFP - tandem-TLTE!-blogs!

Have you heard of Posterous? (FAQ)

I think it can serve us well, as there is no need to sign up, or join a group, or eve be connected to the internet (I thought I read they had some sort of telephone-posting feature, but how this would work, is beyond me).

I am very wary of starting endeavors myself, especially ones in which I know I cannot complete (I can start it, sure - but will I see it through?).

Thoughts? Should I give up in trying to expose the masses to the triumphs of TLTE!, given the fact that largely and without any hesitations, it's made abundantly clear that the community as a whole pays us no mind; and would mind not, as well, if we were to disappear tomorrow in a reverse-spinning tornado to whence I don't know some technicolored-rainbows mirage themselves into twine?

(I think I put much too much effort into conceptualizations, that when it comes time towards creations, I get anxious and nervous and yellow that it won't live up to expectations. I hype / psych myself out.)

Carl Jung's Near Death Experience is an interesting read.

Something about Posterous brought that to mind.

Here's to psyching ourselves in.

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This thread has 199 thousand plus views, Jet, & I don't believe it's just the posters
reading. The audience is there....being quiet.

I think I look at this thread about 10,000 times a day, approximately +/-

In case anyone is outside tonight and the next few nights observing the Perseid Meteor Shower, be safe: wear proper meteor resistant safety glasses. I forego the hardhat, but I live dangerously and don't recommend that to the average person. http://stardate.org/nightsky/meteors/

Cicadas by day---meteors by night. Oh yes.

There must be handfuls & handfuls of cicadas in the woods,
but I only hear one at a time. They seem to be teaching about..taking your turn.

Taking a couple small turns,
'round meteor resistant glasses,
the cicadas are coming!

Oh my!

(2x3)+(1x3)=9

I've never eaten them yet, but it seems that if fried nice and crispy, cicadas might be a tasty treat.

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

My new favorite dressing is Trader Joe's Goddess. I love this stuff.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...food/12391.jpg

I bet crispy cicadas on a bed of nice bib lettuce with some sliced juicy tomatoes and drizzled lightly with Goddess dressing would be an awesome lunch. I'd have a couple beers with it.

I think I've viewed this thread at least a dozen times today, yet I only count 1 post to my name.

I drive it up. Through the road of statistical skewed analysis.

- - -

while I have you BadNick, I've been thinking about creating a new thread dedicated to you, of and pertaining to your loving flow for WAVES.

Any thought's of where you might want it - Nonsense, MP, Sports (very, very tentative)?

Jet, of course I think the WAVES thread is a good idea. I can imagine it taking interesting twists and turns and involving all sorts of varied subject matter. Not sure where it would fit, though. It can't be just photography since other media and art forums would surely be displayed. Not all would be sports. Seems like nonsense or playground might be the best fits. In case you're counting votes, I vote Nonsense.

I haven't forgotten the sports thing. I'm still looking into it and will decide very soon.

What sports thing - just now, or sometime, somewhere (else), previously stated?

(Oh, yeah. Just ticked.)

- - -

for the followers and dear readers of this monumental thread:

what sports do follow and hold a vested interest in? elaborate.

Oh, Batshit....

I like bats, but my sentiments do not apply to their shit. I get enough shit from my kids. But I do carry two metal bats in my car.

(2+3-1)+4=8

Sentiments for shit
would make you scatophilic.
I'd cry if you were.

I hate all one-word, no-thought threads.

Not "hate", but I just don't comprehend their appeal.

(again, I try too hard to "last" longer - a legacy, I'm trying to impart.)

Your blog is coming along nicely.

Sports? I used to like playing tennis when I was younger.
I haven't watched much these past few years,
but that buzz about the recent interminable match had me curious.
It was amazing.

Oh. yes.

I had forgotten to indulge my own inquiry.

I follow, admire and play (amateurly) the professional sports of tennis, the NFL, and on occasion, F1 (and American road course motorsports) as well as the NHL.

Stuff I might watch: X-Games, Australian Rules Football / Rugby, croquet tournament, women's volleyball, , college/high school/Canadian football, NBA, ping-pong, MMA.

things I can't get into "watching": baseball, golf, men's volleyball, PBA, futbol, (American, Internacional or otherwise) lacrosse.

Placemark experiment (I'm thinking this isn't the best website to barely infringe copyrights with...)

You've gotten a clue,
It's occurring to me, Jet,
about randomness.

2=3-1=5-3

A lot of thought, and of course, feeling, went into my one word comment, but you did say "thread" so I assume you were not remarking on my comment?

Feeling's important,
& more powerful than words,
but far less utile.

(2x3)-1=5=5

(I think he was referring to word association, etc.)

I'm feeling my age today.
This gravity thing is getting old:

...as old as you feel,
a life without gravity
is inconvenient.

2+(3into15)=7

My parent's collection of Burl Ives songs included this one.
My younger sister always sang the line
.."he died so hard, he ground the mud in my backyard."

"Well, I had an old dog and his name was Blue,
Had an old dog and his name was Blue.
Had an old dog and his name was Blue...
Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too...
"Here old Blue"
"Good dog you"

Well, I shouldered my axe and I tooted my horn,
Went to find 'possum in the new-grown corn.
Old Blue treed and I went to see,
Blue had 'possum up a tall oak tree.
Mmm, boy I roast'd 'possum, nice and brown,
Sweet po-ta-toes, n' all a-round...
And to say "Here old Blue (here-boy)
You can have some too"

Now, Old Blue died and he died so hard,
Made a big dent in my back-yard.
Dug his grave with a silver spade,
Lowered him down with a link of chain.
Ev-er-y link I did call his name...
Singing "Here…old...Blue-ue...
"Good dog you"

Now, when I get to heaven, first thing I'll do.
When I get to heaven, first thing 'awm do.
When I get to heaven first thing I'll do,
Pull out my horn and call old Blue...
I'll say, "Here Old Blue come-on dog"
"Good dog you."

I'll say, "Here Blue-e"
"I'm a coming there too"
"Down boy... good dog"

I know Mr Ives didn't write this song..I forget who did.

((2+3)-1)+5=9

Wish I had dog years;
timing longer hasn't worked,
nor seemed that it might.