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Don't you be mocking our traditions! ;)

"Majority Report?" Majority of WHAT? The population of San Francisco? Certainly not the United States, you crackpot left-wing loons. I'll be waiting for the news of your impending cancellation due to low ratings, haha.
Posted by: firebrand at April 1, 2004 11:07 AM

firebrand! name calling isa not good debate.
Posted by: muck4doo at April 1, 2004 11:20 AM

was here. I heard there was a plumbing related incident and I came with a wrench and my pipe.

I wonder if Sam has copies of those blogs?

Good you captured them.

I can't remember when I started blogging on MRR. I started blogging on Al's blog first, then Marc's. Then I moved to MRR.

I remember my name was tonid, no capital D at the end of my name. Remember when Sam gave me a shout out for my posts and he called me toe-nid.

Tres Kewl!
BBL - to listen to more ...memories ;)
It is a bit scary ... Reminds One:

I'm Late. I'm late...For A Very Important Date.
No time to say Hello/Goodbye,
I'm Late, I'm Late, I'm Late.
And when I wave I lose the time I save...

...I'm overdo, I'm in a rabbit stew.
No time to say Goodby/Hello. I'm Late, I'm Late...I'm Late, Goodbye.

Thanks SJ.... I actually think I have the files to the old majority report site. Shall I send them to you- dont know what shape they're in. I'm hitting the hay. reply to the show email...

Thanks Sunny J

I grabbed them from you and spent a few hours
linking the pages together and putting the graphics
into the pages and also grabbing the
Cascading Style Sheet and ....
anyway I recreated them the way I remember.,
almost.

Check this Out

Thanks too,Jmach1JP.. :)

"Hello to our friends and fans in domestic surveillance."

Wow! Very nice... Thank you!

You mentioned you use an older version of Irfanview (for animated gifs). I was wondering about that. Still one my favorite free programs for Windows. Was especially happy when Irfan added the paint plug-in (v4.10).
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More threads
MRR April 2005 - May 2007:
http://www.majorityreportradio.com/archives/

I forgot about those archives.
I went back and re-ajusted the archive links
on the left side of the old blog on the first 4 pages.

replaced the bluestateblogs url with majorityreport...

Also the May 2007 Calendar
and

Recent Entries

I Bolded the working links

It would be nice to backup the old blog in
one form or another in a few locations

Thanks Sunshine Jim

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It it comes

kissing

i like kissibly i like kissing things flesh . .

and its howls. i like,, shocking

again

of your body and again

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 18, 2006 12:19 AM

i am too busy with

my flowers to touch a girl's

breast,

lightly

do you believe you said to the lattice which

is dead or alive more beautiful

than my body, to have always, the wind

said

is

my body,to have anything,

is

there anything into

your fingers

touched by my

hand

forever.

....and through

fingers

(trembling into

your

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 18, 2006 12:30 AM

i have deemed

roses of your smilence moments,

while i fancy your eyes,

the glassy days grow, and silence,

when my heart seemed weary,

-turning fool to fancy with moments of sleep.

such strious silence, i watch the intolerant

brightness of your eyes, when my heart

is filled with fascination of the dream

of sleep,

one pierced moment

through tears, always,

and silence.

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 18, 2006 1:06 PM

Girlboys may not be far away;

if i turn my heart, send me little words

uttering, above all

above all.

such happiness from one bird,

singing over things in his heart...

send me a little words,

afar in time...

always be glad

that i may not be far away.

whose mystery lover should touch

another life?

you shall have these hands...

accept and take the time...

nothing more that if your sweet hair lay

on this heart,

that i may go unto him,

before the foetal grave.

flesh put spare,

that you and heart,

that you, of my heart,

will become such happiness for me.

teach then the spirit at bay...

and stay for yourself.

become young, think...

may god forbid,

yourself you become.

whose mystery may go unto negation's,

dead undoom?

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 18, 2006 1:29 PM

To die... to sleep...

perchance bourn awry,

and by oppressor's wrong.

Puzzles the patient, and arrows to die...

to sleep...

spurns puzzles with the will.

No traveller in the dreams that may come.

Whips and sweat...

merit of love.

'Tis a consummation, devoutly to sleep,

to return the rub of fortune,

or not of.

Thus the proud makes calamity of action.

We know not to bear the pale cast of respect.

That is, to say we choose end...

to die...

to be..

to sleep.

No traveller in the dreams that may come,

devoutly ...

to sleep,

for fortune,

or not of?

Thus the proud makes calamity of action.

That we know not to bear the pale cast of

respect...

that, is heir to

the end!

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 18, 2006 3:10 PM

I pass, with no middle flow,

to reach the height.. the haven of God.

Fast abyss...

justify the secret to soar above

the enchanted light of Kubla Khan.

Eternal Providence...

sing of Heav'ns and Man's first hope

that vain ghosts return.

O ships of Eden, my venture's errand,

my clear-eyed duty,

with piloted fancies.

On they sailed... O mariners,

Alas!

Yet, see the swift Aonian mount of Sinai,

that didst inspire the cloud-pitched light.

To reach their courses, they rose out of God

to find their way

to mad's moonlit street.

Illumine in me what is low.

Illumine in me what is dark.

Illumine in me what has failed.

Old dreams and pure..

in the eye of the rhyme..

let the enchanted seed

instruct me.

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 18, 2006 4:56 PM

But it's not elves exactly.

I'd wish to know

beyond the silent secret of hiding,

that time sends the honey of romance.

It's a time thing, Mething!

It's a twice-written scroll.

And to reach the control?

It is for pipe and austere..

come songs for his father,

saying

"Good neight... having out!"

He said it for himself.

He moves in darkness

On the frozen-grough wind

He moves in darkness

to the sunlit heights.

We kept the rabbit out,

and those that may be armed.

The yelping in his head

says "Elves in or

eat time dead!

Eat time dead? lo!

I have given of trees

and of ears of a stone.

But it's not of trees will nevery pass abreast.

To please the boyish holiday..

He will only say, "Elves in or

walk the mischief."

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 18, 2006 6:03 PM

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nature wine by e. e. goings

Ah, love, lean and of spray.

Never, for the sea meets thy shadow.

I, and thee, and bring the folds of dreams,

Hoping it on the vast draw back, and in perfect

hear of England.

Cease not till death

this distant northern sea.

And naked shingles of that what I dream..

So gentle, so new.

Hath really neither joy, nor light,

with pulses that I dreamt,

include the long ago.

Heard in the sunshine is good or bad.

I struggle and flow,

while a darkling and schold

invite moon-bland earingles

on liffs of my hand.

Of pebbles which I forbore..

thy touch upon the world,

lay like the land,

the note of my soul...

so new.

Hath really neither joy, nor lift my ease,

and, of that I shall command.

Doom this distand.

Doom thee and stand,

serenely in the wind,

with pulses thy command...

hold the threshold of this distand.

Nature wine

must taste of spray.

On the threshold of its own night-wind,

the alarms of struggle,

for good or bad,

will give grave foreshadow.

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 18, 2006 9:03 PM

You may have heard of New Orleans Flips.

You may have heard.

Say, he's a very hip cat, The Hip Flips

blew in on the cons in beauty.

Hoobadoo Cop-out

This man's heart goes dong.

He was real tighteen with the chicks

the Maharaja cat.

He had seventeen chicks in a wonderstand?

He had a big Maharaja.

He was the buddy cat

as a matter of fact,

he had all kinds of gold laying around.

Made you gots to get to it.

Made you want to kill him.

But to get to the Man,

you want to see Hoobadoo.

He entertains you, great and sweet!

I'm a big swingin' groovey sofa pillow,

said an insane Flips.

He said, "Tell me some nice swingin' shit today,

'cause he got loaded.

Well, like I 'splained to ya,

the life of the scowling chinches.

(Short time, boys.)

They sit him in with another Mr. Rabadee...

big jam sessions... "Groovey pole on another

sphere!"

It was all the India! It gassed India.

"Tell me some nice swing," The Hip Man

say, "Well, shit if I ain't!"

You may have heard of New Orleans Flips,

Bugged wid da lion's tail so hard.

It was before he found the way there."

And whew, here he come!

Sayin' "Hey little babies,

I'm goin' with the wig tappers,

a lushhound cat, with chinches".

(Short time, boys.)

My lords, and ladies of the scene

and Tommy Noone!

You know that wig

on the horn rim glasses

and all get it on and come

"The Hip Man Way."

Wig tappers and kitties of many musics,

we had to know that's too little, babies.

I'm goin' "The Hip Man way,

and never with good musicians.

Just insane in morgue iceboxes. >[R.I.P.]

(Short time, boys.)

And them poor Indian cats,

scuffling into the "Stroll."

Playin' in all the lame joints.

Look so sharp and hip

you see Indian cats! Yow!

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 19, 2006 12:07 AM

third greens by e.e. goings

Cemetery Blues,

Bleedin' Hearted,

and number two.

Boom! Put it in!

It's easy.

She look for Bession with the chime.

Boom! Pull it out tight-lipped!

That chick gonna do it!

She goes neurotic.

Color me like third greens in my spine,

like they say he's sittin'!

And had my Bession with the chime.

Boom. That chick gonna do it!

Pull it out tight-lipped!

Pull it out tight-lipped!

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 19, 2006 12:45 AM

a far enough place by e. e. goings

i am like a bad attitude
poets could add a verse about me
who goes to dine must take his feast
or find the banquet mean
the table is not laid without
till it is laid within

Heaven will not be as good as earth
unless it bring with it
that sweet power to remember
which is the Staple of Heaven - here

junk was what we lived
but they can’t take my eyes
to wash the
pain away
and frown

i do not have to climb again
to the only place
where mountains lie
where rivers babble clear and pure

forever, this breeze is like the
sun... the moon
no man could ever
erase what i’ve done
i wanted it to be tough

I can still recall
the boxer shorts she wore
She was breakin' out with acne
on her elbows
and I knew she'd bought her dentures
in a store

it’s funny how a little girl
sitting on a chair,
can look into your
eyes and see
you are self-centered
you are not easily found
but once you feel
that are the true one
you'll find the wind
will carry you off
to a far enough place

i am eccentric
and complicated
i understand pain
i feel i just can’t happen to everyone
if only to be friends in words
we were born for each other

Posted by: e.e. goings at November 19, 2006 11:13 PM

You are important to the the flow . cummings mood inhancement

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"...Jesus having tea" LOL...

:)

"Hello to our friends and fans in domestic surveillance."

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since I was a Lurker and just blogged at times on AAR - MM Radio - MS...until Marc's Last Day -- but I remember reading Sam's site and All that POSTed then & Still Does...

I remember we talked so freely & also talked more of Magic & ART...back then...

;)

Free Democracy

Nine Inch Nails - March of the pigs

Where did "The info Memories" Go?

we have most of the Bloggie and shows archived with help from Fernando and many others.

the Egyptian revolution has been in the news and in the facebook and twitter networks.

i visit the old threads frequently to gain perspective.

i read by date, often several years at a time.

it was a privilege to have been there

and i read every comment made.

love and enjoy y'all !