~...there's nothing left to do but fantasize~

Hellcats WIN today!

Clean Ocean Water

Peace

More Smart People

Civilian Cohesiveness

Fantasy #4?

Right again: http://www.therealnews.com/t2/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=...

Free Democracy

Hellcats 202

Sin Cal Derby Vixens 75

I was busy with the derby today and I will write back to you tomorrow.. after I clean the arena.. (ugh my feet are aching from standing so long in high boots...)....

I have an excellent cat story for you too...

The smart person is Buckminster Fuller..."Bucky" :)

"Either war is obsolete, or men are."
-R. Buckminster Fuller

Ralph Nader

OK...fer realz this time

Nah...this time...

Are you sure that's not just standing too close to an impressionist painting?

(How close is too close?)

I am fulla questions this mornin' amongst other things.

gtg.

staring is pretty much all you'd want

even harder to train than Chapelle's (literal) monkey, I would think

throughout the day or is that pretty much it? :)

The scoreboard operator told me it was 206-77 - however the scorekeepers forms show 202-75...and Pierce said the scoreboard operator did miss some points..so I do think it's 206-77, but the forms are my job...so I go by those...

Here's the back of me doing my job - Jam Timer
http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs631.snc3/31661_41166835127...

and...the front...
http://pscelebrities.com/mrr/DSCN5622.JPG

:)

SO MUCH FUN!! But my feet were killing me...

on the feet.

I can't remember the last time I wore even a low heel. I'd probably fall. Look great on you though.

And your "uniform"/costume even matches the decor of your house!!

alice's compromise:
before the game, alice wanted to play roller derby on a pogo stick
but settled for high heeled boots
providing there was robust land reform
in el salvador

(the lyrics are indecipherable, but they're...)

Penetrate
penetrate me
so fine, so fine, so fine
I get excited, I get excited, I'm alone, so fine, I'm alive
Every night in town, every night in town
I'm going down, I'm going down, pulsating

A beautiful enemy, a beautiful enemy
Take a lay, take away, get out

Come on and take me, come on and take me
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
Stay down, stay down
I feel fine, every time, penetration
Penetration, penetration, penetration, penetration

Highest Rated Comments
(from another video of this song)

kennethherb
everyone should fuck to this.

BeaveredAtBirth
Fuck your ad but love this song!

and lmao @ The goat that stares at men
reminds me of a scene from sexy beast when don logan says...
i can't remember what he says:
just watch the damn movie
(it might even be the same goat that bugged him)

With love...

(Although maybe I will get an open mic like Cranes...)

And, "kennethherb" (or whatever your name is) who are you to say what "everyone should fuck to?"

And superfluous layers of irony cancel out the irony (at least when they come in even numbers...or something). That's the law.

for approximately another week or two.

just do what kennethherb says

I'm going to find a new pair of boots for each bout... and in the future I'm going to remember to bring extra shoes because the after party was miserable...my feet were killin' me...

Stooges song...

Hi, Alice. (I love you. I miss you.) ...xoxox

I hope you're doing well. :o)

You probably saw this already: http://estellasrevenge.blogspot.com/2010/02/review-this-book-is-overdue....

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Note to air-ono: I had no idea you had such a sensitive side. You are the OG of love. ;o)

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"Today, in the depth of winter, she learned within her a play lay: an invincible summer crossjostle." - Old JED, not Camus @JEDSglobalPR

Loves and missings to you too.. ! Nice to read you here...

GIRL IN WET BOOTS

Girls in wet boots,
paddled, holding jam jars
and fishing nets,
their long skirts tucked
into thick, cotton knickers.
They tossed the ribbons of plaits,
laughed like the tinkling
of this slow-flowing, silver stream.

Under a July blaze of a sun,
in our high, tin camp;
supported on branches of beech,
we boys watched, prodded
and whispered to each other
of secret love letters.
Devotees of newly formed breasts,
the sap rose in our safe tree…

as Summer fused memories.

Ian Bowen

Disritmia - From Canta canta, minha gente (RCA Victor, 1974)

This rosewood bed, encrusted with silver and the figures made of bronze, was created for Nawab Muhammad Bahawal Khan Abbasi V of Bahawalpur in 1883. The four figures at the corners represent women of France, Spain, Italy and Greece. With clever mechanisms, the statues were able to wink and wave fans and fly whisks... [T]he bed was fitted with a music box that played a thirty minute interlude from Gounod's Faust, activated by a button...

An Almost Made Up Poem

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealous
because we’ never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ told
us, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “ her, print her, she’ mad but she’
magic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.

Charles Bukowski

"The adventures of your simultaneous selves, again, appear as traces in your own consciousness, as ideas or daydreams or disconnected images, or sometimes even in sudden intuitions."

The Nature of Personal Reality
Session 669, Page 382

The Daily Show

check out Betty's new TV show

and I always liked Valerie Bertonelli, too
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Shells,
how old are the beautiful cats?

The little one is soooo cute :)

And that goat is fabulous. Love it.

tamba 4 A&M SP 3013 ( CTI)

alice you might like Samba Blim, it's vinyl recorded by rudy gelder in 1968

And blurriness...

How much worse could it have been?

thats what the road crew always called her.

as bad as Maria barfaroma?

Pretty funny...in a roadie kinda way. ;) :P

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Wouldn't advise dialing it up to drummer level tho...

:)

Why Valerie Burnt and Smelly?

and Maria barfaroma?

What does that mean?

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Now that you bring it up, glory
I would have gladly voted for Valerie for Prez in 2008 -
She and Jesse Ventura would have made a great team ;-))

Better that Obummer and OBiden w'out a doubt.

Thanks, Alice. Nice pics. Really like the Bukowski & Seth, too.

Hey, ellwort. ;o) Thanks for the twitter follows.

Hey, Kevin. ;o) Hey, taozen. ;o)

Hi, Leah. :o) Hi, bridge. :o)

Hi, gloryoski. :o) Thanks for the twitter follows & for the crossjostle13 YouTube follow.

Is the whole pscelebrities business retired for good, Alice?
I hope P. is doing ok. And, that you're doing well.

xoxoxo.............&L&A...............

"Today, in the depth of winter, she learned within her a play lay: an invincible summer crossjostle." - Old JED, not Camus @JEDSglobalPR

Is Leroy your kitty?

I liked the Buk and Seth also...hence the posting of them.. :) I put files on that site sometimes...and I have a new blog with nothing on it..but I stopped all my other blogs but for Sweet Alyce..and since I went skating for the third time on Tuesday night I might write there soon...Other than that...I cannot think of anything to blog about that interests me...

You know who also, besides you, (and certain others I suppose), used to bring new things to the blog that inspired me?

Dada.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/42080330@N03/sets/72157623984111464/

La Mancha region in Central Spain, north of Toledo and south of Madrid, where Miguel de Cervantes set his great comic novel Don Quixote.

Cervantes did not live in the La Mancha region himself, but he was born nearby in Central Spain and was certainly familiar with the area.

So much to do! Like sneaking into Mr Jones' house late at night
and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him
When are you going to stop people killing whales!
And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle
Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust--
... Yes if I should get married and it's Connecticut and snow ...

http://www.openculture.com/2010/06/johnny_cash_in_1000_drawings.html

Spotted in the comments of a Crooks and Liars post, this laugher about a woman lost in a hot air balloon has been making its way around the Internet.

BaScOmBe commenting at Crooks and Liars:

A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, “Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”

The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.

“She rolled her eyes and said, “You must be an Obama Democrat.”

“I am,” replied the man. “How did you know?”

“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help to me.”

The man smiled and responded, “You must be a Republican.”

“I am,” replied the balloonist. “How did you know?”

“Well,” said the man, “you don’t know where you are or where you are going. You’ve risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You’re in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it’s my fault.”

http://www.truthdig.com/eartotheground/item/joke_how_to_spot_a_republica...

random image

Nothing But Death

There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.

Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.

Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

I'm not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.

But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.

Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.

Pablo Neruda
Translated by Robert Bly

random poem

"In psychological time therefore it is at least possible that you can have some experience with other methods when you close off habitual methods of perception. The ego is firmly attached to the use of the physical senses, however. In the dream state there can also be other methods at least slightly experienced. In deeper dreams and fairly unusual projections, you can and do leave your own system entirely. Even though you are out of your physical body however, you will attempt to translate experience with its learned patterns rather than switching into the inner senses. This is why many such experiences, even if recalled, seem chaotic and without meaning."

The Early Sessions, Book 9
Session 467, Page 260
random seth quote

Carolina Rollergirls: Best Hits 2009 from Colby Hoke on Vimeo.

http://www.bruisedboutique.com

how old are the cats?

The little ones are so tiny. Adorable.

Ah, another beautiful black Cat named Leroy

Nice to read you again, too, Sir Real :-)

...If you mean all my cats, they are now 16+ at the high end and the newbie is about 3 weeks....

The one from two fridays ago may or may not get out of the vet ever...she is still yellow from liver damage..so sad... :(

Hey A&P -
You guys still there? We're still here (two huddled humans and a Hip Mountain-top kitty) flopping in the endstream of the toxic breakers flowing from your Trade Winds to our neighborhood Gulf Stream.
We know you hobble the toxicity as well as you can at the source. Thanks guys.
And love all around
xo&xo
- T&A

Hellooooooo.... :)

LOOOOOOVE to you both also...I'm about to head to dream land and ...well who knows what goes on there... not me..

xoxox ;)

Hope your bed is comfy, the kittiies' collective mood pacific, and P's sonorous snores melodic. Dive deep There's power in dreamland. T's snoring. Here we go -
ZZZzzz

Submitted by Alice on Mon, 06/14/2010 - 10:39pm.

I love the little ones but the older cat is a beauty :-)

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That is so sad about the cat still at the vet. Wishing her all the best.

Your newest one is 3 weeks? Tineeeee ;-)

Spelling is Bullshit.

Among the first squares in the old boardgame called "Dominant Hierarchy."

When we just listen, we cal hear what people have to say.

Wish I weren't a language drill sergeant in this imperial army.

That's all - 0 -

iegggooe ljgtttebbbi lewfdgj llleddd. Idei orufff Tll ainot.

:):(

So, what is it when you diss a "If you're dissing the sisters" poster?

Multiple layers of irony?

These are just questions I am asking myself. ;)

:) xoxo

Didn't really catch on.

Never watched the show...

But @MacMclelland liked it, so it can't be all bad. She turned out OK.

e.g...

@MacMcclelland Um, pilot also just asked Canadian filmmaker if she shaves her ladyparts. And we're off! Thursday, June 17, 2010 9:38:01 AM via txt Retweeted by you and 3 others

Hi, Alice. Yeah, Leroy is our new kitty. He was found in the planter in the front yard. No idea how he got there. Really people-friendly & playful. Somehow the name seems a little un-PC. But, I didn't name him. My daughter did.

You look very sexy in those pics you posted. :o)

My newest thing on-line is 140 character attempts at humor on Twitter, Alice. I realized there's a whole community of people wasting time trying to be funny there, & it keeps me from obsessing so much on the news. Having an interest in economics, it can be kinda disconcerting to follow. And, Facebook drove me nuts. I was getting carpal-tunnel clicking on boxes over & over to override what they kept resetting on my privacy settings. There's something wrong with that place. Of course, my wife & daughter & sisters-in-law are all addicted to Farmville. (Couldn't help but laugh when someone on Twitter wrote: "So Farmville. That's a cry for help, right?") Oh, well... Everybody's gotta dance to their own rhythm, I guess. Glad to see you're enjoying the 'rugby on skates'. :o)

As for dada, well...he and I are never going to be able to see eye to eye until he admits that Lou Reed's album, "New York," rules. ;o) jk

Hi, bridge...nice to read you, too.

"Today, in the depth of winter, she learned within her a play lay: an invincible summer crossjostle." - Old JED, not Camus @JEDSglobalPR

the last 20 seconds is what I am talkin about.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14yEO8nfqxE

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EVERYDAY PEOPLE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgVOR28iG_o&feature=related

STAPLES SINGERS

I'LL Take You There
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXvKRZRofDE&feature=related

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RESPECT YOUR SELF
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=APxz9JXW8vE&feature=related

time...

I had a BK (Black Kitty)..then a Little Black (cuz she was smaller)...it's not a thing.. :) you're cool.

The festering corporate government in Washington, DC, is a theater of the absurd. Some of the acts of this tragedy follow:

1. Start with the often hapless Center for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS), the agency that administers Medicare. Medicare pays $1,593 per injection of Lucentis for wet age-related macular degeneration as well as $42 per dose for Avastin, a drug that has a similar molecular structure, used by ophthalmologists.

Both drugs are made by Genentech. Lucentis is FDA approved for the vision problem and the other, Avastin, is approved to treat cancer. Doctors can also use Avastin for vision treatment. A study by three officials of CMS and Dr. Philip Rosenfeld, a retina specialist at the University of Miami, reported that for Medicare patients 60% of eye injections were Avastin, while 40% used Lucentis. Note this: Medicare paid $537 million for Lucentis in 2008 and only $20 million for Avastin!

2. Saving about half a billion a year by using Avastin is small potatoes to another CMS shortcoming. For fiscal year 2009, CMS paid $65 billion in erroneous payments—to deceased doctors, fraudsters, delinquent or imprisoned contractors and other suspended or debarred firms.

Organized fraud of Medicare is becoming more systemic. So President Obama wants CMS to use a new fraud-detection program. Professor Malcolm Sparrow of Harvard University, the nation’s leading expert on health care billing fraud told them how to do this many years ago, but they were not listening.

The President wants to reduce throughout the government “payments in benefits, contracts, grants and loans to ineligible people or organizations,” according to the Washington Post. Better trillions of dollars late over the decades, then never!

3. Five oil company executives, including from BP, admitted at a Congressional hearing this week that they did not have contingency plans worked out for catastrophic failures. What is, by comparison, the worst case scenario for offshore windfarms or solar/thermal conservation, or passive solar architecture? Energy Secretary Stephen Chu still does not note such a criteria to differentiate between energy supply priorities.

4. President Obama now, belatedly, recognizes that the notorious oil industry patsy, the Minerals Management Service (MMS) in the Department of Interior, was a washout non-regulator of offshore drilling inherited from the Bush and Clinton Administrations. Well he also better take a hard look at the Federal Railroad Administration (FRA), the Office of Pipeline Safety (OPS) and the Nuclear Regulatory Commission (NRC), which are variously pleased with being captured by the very industries they are supposed to regulate. Too many agencies, in essence, allow the companies to “self-regulate” – an oxymoron.

Each of these agencies may wake up some day to witness a catastrophic hazardous materials disaster or meltdown that they should have prevented with stronger standards, inspection and law enforcement. Heed this caution, Mr. President!

5. Another $50 billion request by the White House just whisked through Congress for the brutal, spreading, futile war in Afghanistan—the historic graveyard of empires. Republicans loved to vote for this raid on the taxpayers.

But this week, a united Republican cabal, joined by Senators Joseph Lieberman (D-CT) and Ben Nelson (D-NE), blocked a $120 billion package (the threat of filibuster again) to extend unemployment benefits, preserve Medicare payments, extend tax credits for corporate research, raise taxes on oil companies, other big companies and investment partnerships. The bill also includes $24 billion to aid state governments in preventing thousands of state layoffs, including teachers.

The point here is not arbitrarily to decry Republican questioning of this domestic bill. It is to show how an overall ignorant, rubberstamping Congress is not heeding the lessons from Vietnam and Iraq – the immense casualties, the destruction and poisoning of these countries by detonations, and laying waste to the environment, and the imperialist policies that also harmed our country in so many tangible and intangible ways.

6. Dana Milbank, the Washington Post reporter-satirist, was at the House of Representatives’ hearing this week where Congressman Joe Barton (R-TX) apologized to BP’s CEO, Tony Hayward, saying the White House’s demand that BP set aside $20 billion for its huge toxic contamination to the Gulf coast and its people was “a shakedown.” He added, for good supplicant measure, that he doesn’t “want to live in a country” that treats a private corporation this way. He later apologized for his apology, at the behest of Republican House leaders.

The Barton outburst illustrates why it should be easy for the Democratic Party to landslide the Republicans in the 2010 Congressional elections. Probably the most craven version of the Republican Party ever, this team takes huge slurries of corporate money while blocking any safeguards for workers, consumers, small taxpayers, and the environment. They even defeated investor rights for shareholders, who own these companies, but whose bosses pay themselves obscenely to control them.

The Democrats have their hand out to the same commercial interests. But if they want to win, they’d better formulate the language of standing with the people over big business by November. And, if the Democrats don’t want November to mark their curtain call, their language of standing with the people needs to be followed by action.

http://nader.org/index.php?/archives/2192-Washington-Theater-of-the-Absu...

Speaking of cool, or not cool. (*am referring to myself)

Have talked to Willow on Twitter a bit. She's headin' to Tucson for convention, or something. Offered to buy her a coffee or do the 4th Avenue stroll. She went to U of A, briefly, I guess.

I'm probably not that cool. (Not like Leroy.)
I could reflect poorly on her associates, I guess. ;o)
jk

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(Hi, Willow ... if you're reading this. Thanks for the twitter chats.)

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"Today, in the depth of winter, she learned within her a play lay: an invincible summer crossjostle." - Old JED, not Camus @JEDSglobalPR

http://boingboing.net/2009/09/13/charles-bukowskis-ha.html#previouspost

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Of_Mice_and_Men
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In every bit of honest writing in the world there is a base theme. Try to understand men, if you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and nearly always leads to love. There are shorter means, many of them. There is writing promoting social change, writing punishing injustice, writing in celebration of heroism, but always that base theme. Try to understand each other.

– John Steinbeck in his 1938 journal entry[3]

thanks.. :)