The Longest Thread Ever!

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[BadNick]

If I squint it looks like the Tomato Pleiades.

...damn, I wonder if there are still some good Jersey tomatoes around?

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I blinked and lo and behold there is a new swingset in my front yard.

[Ourcrazymodern?]

What's hunger?
A longing for food?
Keep going.

[ring]

You are a comfort
want to swim with the dolphins?
My sis says its fun.

[Sun Tzu]

After such a cheerful commencement, a serious word would fain be heard; it appeals to the most serious minds. Take care, ye philosophers and friends of knowledge, and beware of martyrdom! Of suffering “for the truth’s sake"! even in your own defense! It spoils all the innocence and fine neutrality of your conscience; it makes you headstrong against objections and red rags; it stupefies, animalizes, and brutalizes, when in the struggle with danger, slander, suspicion, expulsion, and even worse consequences of enmity, ye have at last to play your last card as protectors of truth upon earth—as though “the Truth” were such an innocent and incompetent creature as to require protectors! and you of all people, ye knights of the sorrowful countenance, Messrs Loafers and Cobweb-spinners of the spirit! Finally, ye know sufficiently well that it cannot be of any consequence if YE just carry your point; ye know that hitherto no philosopher has carried his point, and that there might be a more laudable truthfulness in every little interrogative mark which you place after your special words and favourite doctrines (and occasionally after yourselves) than in all the solemn pantomime and trumping games before accusers and law-courts! Rather go out of the way! Flee into concealment! And have your masks and your ruses, that ye may be mistaken for what you are, or somewhat feared! And pray, don't forget the garden, the garden with golden trellis-work! And have people around you who are as a garden—or as music on the waters at eventide, when already the day becomes a memory. Choose the GOOD solitude, the free, wanton, lightsome solitude, which also gives you the right still to remain good in any sense whatsoever! How poisonous, how crafty, how bad, does every long war make one, which cannot be waged openly by means of force! How PERSONAL does a long fear make one, a long watching of enemies, of possible enemies! These pariahs of society, these long-pursued, badly-persecuted ones—also the compulsory recluses, the Spinozas or Giordano Brunos—always become in the end, even under the most intellectual masquerade, and perhaps without being themselves aware of it, refined vengeance-seekers and poison-Brewers (just lay bare the foundation of Spinoza's ethics and theology!), not to speak of the stupidity of moral indignation, which is the unfailing sign in a philosopher that the sense of philosophical humour has left him. The martyrdom of the philosopher, his “sacrifice for the sake of truth,” forces into the light whatever of the agitator and actor lurks in him; and if one has hitherto contemplated him only with artistic curiosity, with regard to many a philosopher it is easy to understand the dangerous desire to see him also in his deterioration (deteriorated into a “martyr,” into a stage-and- tribune-bawler). Only, that it is necessary with such a desire to be clear WHAT spectacle one will see in any case—merely a satyric play, merely an epilogue farce, merely the continued proof that the long, real tragedy IS AT AN END, supposing that every philosophy has been a long tragedy in its origin.

An example:

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Reminds me of a Performance Art Theatre, south of Market st. S.F. Ca 1981,

and my neighbor who has had a stroke. We play cribbage.

[Sun Tzu]

Ah playing cribbage! Consider this: It cannot be helped: the sentiment of surrender, of sacrifice for one’s neighbour, and all self-renunciation-morality, must be mercilessly called to account, and brought to judgment; just as the aesthetics of “disinterested contemplation,” under which the emasculation of art nowadays seeks insidiously enough to create itself a good conscience. There is far too much witchery and sugar in the sentiments “for others” and “NOT for myself,” for one not needing to be doubly distrustful here, and for one asking promptly: “Are they not perhaps—DECEPTIONS?"—That they PLEASE— him who has them, and him who enjoys their fruit, and also the mere spectator—that is still no argument in their FAVOUR, but just calls for caution. Let us therefore be cautious!

An example: (alarming- yet distance when the element of Pongo Molo is added)

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NAGUALS.

[genuinegirly]

The weather today is bright, sunny, and spectacular. I do not enjoy the brisk winter cold, but grass is green and delightful. I hope that the sky continues to be blue through the week. Difficult thing to ask in Berkeley in December.

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I remember the rain coming down torrentially, for two weeks.....
I think it was 1983 maybe, in San Francisco.

It meant I could not go to work, I operated a hot dog-pretzel cart at that time, some mornings I would wake up, hear the rain, and depending on how much I relished going back to sleep, or the thought of losing a days pay,
colored my perspective...mostly I was happy to pull the covers up and tried
to slip back into the good dream I was having.

[BadNick]

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[IMG][/IMG]I'm a weather fiend.

[BadNick]

there's your freighter trip into the end of the world!

One day it was too cold even for me, very cold:

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I must of pulled a subliminal on meself.

[BadNick]

Blue Bayou





Above photos are thanks to various Antarctic scientists.

[ring]

Good kind of shivers

[Zooksport2]

Farewell to old England forever,
Farewell to you numb-skulls as well.
And farewell to the well-known Old Bailey
Where I always did look such a swell.

botony bay - Rolf Harris

[Sun Tzu]

As difficult as may be none-the-less, the feeling must increase behind the conjecture associated with asking such a difficult thing. Epsecially when elected leaders change the founded views on using mind altering susbstances. Write dammit! Just as the glaciers increase when in equatorial regions the sun shines upon the seas with greater force than hitherto, so may a very strong and spreading free-spiritism be a proof that somewhere or other the force of feeling has grown extraordinarily.

An example:

[Ourcrazymodern?]

10 squared = 100?

[ring]

Binarian Anagram.

[squeeeb]

.me for difficult was backwards sentence this typing !morning good

[BadNick]

Originally Posted by Sun Tzu

...Just as the glaciers increase when in equatorial regions the sun shines upon the seas...

This is one of my favorite pics:


Text and pictures © 2005-2007 Guillaume Dargaud:
This image shows the trajectory of the sun on the high antarctic plateau over a 24 hour period. With a wide angle I took 24 pictures at precisely one hour interval, each time turning the camera towards the sun but keeping the horizon in the middle of the frame. Images were then assembled carefully to produce this image.

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[MexicanOnABike]

WOW. we passed 10000 and i wasn't even there to celebrate it with you guys.

on to the next milestone! 11111 should be a popular one right? haha!
12345 has to be a cool one to catch as well.

eitherway, I just moved to a new place so the internet won't be on all the time.

[Ourcrazymodern?]

Originally Posted by ring

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This is beautiful.
A gardener and artist
have both been at work.

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The flowers and I discuss how to Paint.
Thank you!




One of my favorites.

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[Ourcrazymodern?]

She can smell it, yes,
but can she feel it, as well?
One can only hope.

[squeeeb]

and one more

almost a new page

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one oh one one OH!

[BadNick]

One owe one eleven ...but now they're even.

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[Sun Tzu]

What a torture are books not written in Japanese to a reader who has a THIRD ear! How indignantly he stands beside the slowly turning swamp of sounds without tune and rhythms without dance, which Gremlins call a “book"! And even the person who READS books! How lazily, how reluctantly, how badly he reads! How many Japanese know, and consider it obligatory to know, that there is ART in every good sentence—art which must be divined, if the sentence is to be understood! If there is a misunderstanding about its TEMPO, for instance, the sentence itself is misunderstood! That one must not be doubtful about the rhythm-determining syllables, that one should feel the breaking of the too-rigid symmetry as intentional and as a charm, that one should lend a fine and patient ear to every STACCATO and every RUBATO, that one should divine the sense in the sequence of the vowels and diphthongs, and how delicately and richly they can be tinted and retinted in the order of their arrangement—who among book-reading Japanese is complaisant enough to recognize such duties and requirements, and to listen to so much art and intention in language? After all, one just “has no ear for it"; and so the most marked contrasts of style are not heard, and the most delicate artistry is as it were SQUANDERED on the deaf.—These were my thoughts when I noticed how clumsily and unintuitively two masters in the art of prose- writing have been confounded: one, whose words drop down hesitatingly and coldly, as from the roof of a damp cave—he counts on their dull sound and echo; and another who manipulates his language like a flexible sword, and from his arm down into his toes feels the dangerous bliss of the quivering, over-sharp blade, which wishes to bite, hiss, and cut.

Whether stalking or dusting the outcome is the same the cheapend thought of cleaning windows!

An example:

[Jetée]

21 is mine.

[Sun Tzu]

Originally Posted by Jetée

21 is mine.

That maybe, but suppose all unity were unity only as an organization? But the “thing” in which we believe was only invented as a foundation for the various attributes. If the thing “effects,” that means: we conceive all the other properties which are present and momentarily latent, as the cause of the emergence of one single property; i.e., we take the sum of its properties—"x"—as cause of the property “x”: which is utterly stupid and mad!

All unity is unity only as organization and co-operation—just as a human community is a unity—as opposed to an atomistic anarchy, as a pattern of domination that signifies a unity but is not a unity.


An example:

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21 is already his. His vision manifests, my fellow delicate co-creator.

This is why I do not enjoy films about the 'last surviving person on earth'

We needs people to be people.

[Sun Tzu]

21 is his correct. Walking down or up or down side by side by side perpetually the very thoughts occuring could be: In the fundamental core of your mental promotion you are correct. “In the development of thought a point had to be reached at which one realized that what one called the properties of things were sensations of the feeling subject: at this point the properties ceased to belong to the thing.” The “thing-in-itself” remained. The distinction between the thing-in-itself and the thing-for-us is based on the older, naive form of perception which granted energy to things; but analysis revealed that even force was only projected into them, and likewise—substance. “The thing affects a subject"? Root of the idea of substance in language, not in beings outside us! The thing-in-itself is no problem at all!

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??

[Zooksport2]

never mind

[Sun Tzu]

Let’s think for a moment more deeply about the linguistic difference in colour, syntactic structure, and vocabulary between two cats and the spell craft process indicated on a standard bottle of Tylenol. In order to grasp the significance of this contrast, it will become crystal clear to some that between becoming cats and being a cat the orgiastic flute melodies of Dr. Suess must have rung out, music which even in the time of cat woman, in the midst of an infinitely more sophisticated music, drove people into raptures of drunken enthusiasm and with their natural effects no doubt stimulated all the poetical forms of expression of contemporaries to imitate them. In short the linguistic reality to them; domesticated cats- may have surpased the natural nature of neutered neutrals.

An example: