<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:05:02.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surface Words</title><subtitle type='html'>Does art need an audience in order to be art? Or would it still be art just the same, if it was done only for one's own satisfaction, with no one else ever viewing it? "That's the stupidest question I ever heard of!


It depends on how you want to define the word 'art'. Words don't have a built in definition."  - William S. Burroughs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521382396107348</id><published>2006-04-16T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:23:47.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist  bio state ment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/10cc.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/10cc.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist  ------------- bio &lt;br /&gt;State &lt;br /&gt;what is &lt;br /&gt;Meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chose it&lt;br /&gt;isolate it(play it)with&lt;br /&gt;look at it&lt;br /&gt;hold it&lt;br /&gt;feel it&lt;br /&gt;place it(put it down) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tradition &lt;br /&gt;history &lt;br /&gt;commentary&lt;br /&gt;post modern technology grid/matrix&lt;br /&gt;logos/ intelligence&lt;br /&gt;thought / concepts&lt;br /&gt;pattern/ form&lt;br /&gt;formless realms&lt;br /&gt;desire realms&lt;br /&gt;hell&lt;br /&gt;heaven&lt;br /&gt;babylon - zion&lt;br /&gt;samsara - nirvana&lt;br /&gt;stuck?&lt;br /&gt;action?&lt;br /&gt;careful 8&lt;br /&gt;careless 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four basic axioms&lt;br /&gt;reminders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impermanence &lt;br /&gt;grasping = frustration&lt;br /&gt;all is essence less&lt;br /&gt;but nirvana is bliss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a precious life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change - &lt;br /&gt;a clean slate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karma = intention/motivation&lt;br /&gt;in tiny moment to moment&lt;br /&gt;operations unfolding the interchange between cause and effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you reap what you sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samsara = cycle&lt;br /&gt;again &amp; again&lt;br /&gt;birth &amp; death&lt;br /&gt;birth &amp; death &amp; birth ... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endless rounds?&lt;br /&gt;unsatisfactory!&lt;br /&gt;at some point one must make an effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chose to get off &lt;br /&gt;the funny wheel ride&lt;br /&gt;come back to the hub&lt;br /&gt;and transform &lt;br /&gt;cloudlike confusion&lt;br /&gt;into clear skys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math&lt;br /&gt;symmetry&lt;br /&gt;asymmetry&lt;br /&gt;color shape texture&lt;br /&gt;subject / object&lt;br /&gt;the philosophy of art&lt;br /&gt;the philosophy of living&lt;br /&gt;the philosophy of dying&lt;br /&gt;meaning&lt;br /&gt;relative (specific particular individual, parts, unique) &lt;br /&gt;ultimate (grand - absolute - whole - oneness-one- great/greatest/supreme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger passion desire&lt;br /&gt;ignorance&lt;br /&gt;inappropriate beginnings and false efforts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) generosity morality patience perseverance meditation and discrimination (Wisdom) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing what to accept and what to reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“emotional vibration transformed into joyful detachment&lt;br /&gt;a constant stream of spontaneous compassion”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (imagined) ? beauties of enlightenment -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takers leavers&lt;br /&gt;natives indigenous&lt;br /&gt;alien &lt;br /&gt;dominators oppressors aggressors&lt;br /&gt;missionaries&lt;br /&gt;privacy&lt;br /&gt;sharing&lt;br /&gt;victims sufferers prisoners&lt;br /&gt;gods demons&lt;br /&gt;animals humans&lt;br /&gt;insects fish reptiles&lt;br /&gt;bacteria&lt;br /&gt;rocks&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;fire&lt;br /&gt;air &lt;br /&gt;space&lt;br /&gt;kin - children parents grandparents&lt;br /&gt;ancestors&lt;br /&gt;buddhas&lt;br /&gt;families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate? &lt;br /&gt;love?&lt;br /&gt;skillful means&lt;br /&gt;akasa alaya&lt;br /&gt;starting points&lt;br /&gt;skandas heaps senses&lt;br /&gt;unravel &lt;br /&gt;a path&lt;br /&gt;from to&lt;br /&gt;getting some where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;yoga&lt;br /&gt;middleway&lt;br /&gt;mind-only&lt;br /&gt;the primordial sound &lt;br /&gt;the primordial ground&lt;br /&gt;great sign and the great perfection in union&lt;br /&gt;mahamudra and dzogchen&lt;br /&gt;realization with an image&lt;br /&gt;realization without an image&lt;br /&gt;flux &amp; change &lt;br /&gt;chaos and order&lt;br /&gt;grasping - letting go&lt;br /&gt;bardo - in-between&lt;br /&gt;wrathful &amp; peaceful&lt;br /&gt;reality&lt;br /&gt;three kayas&lt;br /&gt;dharma sambogha nirmana&lt;br /&gt;non dual - energy - form&lt;br /&gt;way ring - unfolding&lt;br /&gt;luminosity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521382396107348?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521382396107348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521382396107348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521382396107348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521382396107348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/artist-bio-state-ment.html' title='Artist  bio state ment'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521347257487544</id><published>2006-04-16T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:48:34.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Painting (which is sononomus with making things)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/__whigs42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/__whigs42.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship to Painting* is that it's key elements are Space , Relationship , and Emotions. It's about a space that is neutral.(?) Empty? How the acknowlege ment or birth of meaning creates a knowlege of a sensation about non meaning. How the entrance or introduction of an object into this space effects change. This meeting is dynamic. This dynamisim changes everything. A cyclic repeating unfolding of births and deaths, forming and erasure. When the  spaces juxtapose emotion or the emotions juxtapose space an intuitive relationship emerges. One that gives shape to form and takes form from shape. These elements are experiencing each other. They're watching you watching them*. On one level they reflect the nature of these experiences dictated by the limits of the spaces they and you occupy. On another level they reflect the nature of the personality of the place maker/marker. On another level they reflect a open system of repetition within a closed system of a rational ordering device which allowes you to experience an intuitive process of an unfolding field of chaos and order within which you now occupy a place. You are experiencing the residue or trace of an event. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art products are vessles left behind to document and express the shifting motion of the spirit of life that passes through us. when we look at an artifact as a recording we are locked in a interpretation of history and its effect on the future. when we recognize it as an expression of  the macrocosim and the micro cosim of that of spirit or entity we disengage from the field of time and open up and disengage meaning. the artifact encourages a non spontanious existence. the entity expresses a state like dreaming which is spontanious dynamisim, unforced and silent*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521347257487544?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521347257487544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521347257487544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521347257487544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521347257487544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-painting-which-is-sononomus-with.html' title='On Painting (which is sononomus with making things)'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521204688627573</id><published>2006-04-16T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:52:52.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Con-Text</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-CON-Text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles of walls&lt;br /&gt;and walls of paper&lt;br /&gt;and writing on the walls&lt;br /&gt;in paragraphs and quotes&lt;br /&gt;ideas all the time&lt;br /&gt;time and all the ideas&lt;br /&gt;ideas through-out time&lt;br /&gt;and images in-be-tween&lt;br /&gt;shape tweening ideas in all-time&lt;br /&gt;gaps in space &amp; time&lt;br /&gt;gaps of emptiness filled by pictures of color&lt;br /&gt;without color and fields&lt;br /&gt;textured by reflection&lt;br /&gt;and reflections of viewers&lt;br /&gt;the presentation viewed&lt;br /&gt;all viewing this magnificent corpse&lt;br /&gt;electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In con text is an attempt to ground&lt;br /&gt;our groundlessness&lt;br /&gt;by dissecting the ground of concepts&lt;br /&gt;all tainted with the truth of the view&lt;br /&gt;and viewing the truth&lt;br /&gt;all truth  (there is no one truth)&lt;br /&gt;truth beaming                               there is nirvana&lt;br /&gt;there is all truth and there is confusion&lt;br /&gt; there is samsara and there is delusion&lt;br /&gt;there is corruption and there is pollution&lt;br /&gt;there is resentment and there is retribution&lt;br /&gt;we are swallowed by our illusions&lt;br /&gt;if placed in-con-text then we allow for execution&lt;br /&gt;of any and all that challenge the global market solution&lt;br /&gt;one for the money and two for showing the secret of success&lt;br /&gt;to but a few, to but a few.&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing new &lt;br /&gt;collections of power&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lets visit all the powerplaces&lt;br /&gt;lets revisit the moments of -&lt;br /&gt;our lives are now!&lt;br /&gt;and all the brilliance we've found&lt;br /&gt;when our feet are planted firmly on the ground of effortless communion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom is free from lacking anything and nothing to attain.&lt;br /&gt;everything belongs to you and the absence of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in context ceases the moment primordial awareness begins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddhist yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self existing wakefulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rangjung yeshe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521204688627573?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521204688627573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521204688627573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521204688627573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521204688627573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-con-text.html' title='In-Con-Text'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521193117078707</id><published>2006-04-16T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:25:33.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm American Jets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/hel%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/hel%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;philosophy for clowns &lt;br /&gt;Is that really a picture of you? It's so wholesome. Tell me something of the weirdness of you life... Alice.. what you said to the Hatter when you rose to become queen... about madness in love or what seaweed feels like when you move in the ocean.... -akasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic Aikido &lt;br /&gt;tell me all about your camera / do you like the pictures it takes?&lt;br /&gt;tell me whats it like outside in brooklyn right now?&lt;br /&gt;tell me what was the best thing you felt or saw yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;tell me about something that made you have one of those uncontrollable laughing fits where saliva runs over your lips and you have to catch your breath for fear of throwing up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of psychology&lt;br /&gt;how about Quantum Psychology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Play is the essence of abstract thinking and creative invention, a form of behavior with no anticipated goals or results other than pleasure it self. In the wild , young animals frisk about this way learning how to behave. for almost the exact opposite reason, we humans continue to romp as adults in order to refresh our minds and bodies from the restrictions of routine approaches and activities.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing was more bizarre for me in those utterly thrilling moments than my nudity against the wind on the path of that unknown garden. It was as if I had left the earth...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 000 things happening at once&lt;br /&gt;Caution is sexy; Facing Fear is sexier.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a Traveling Circus&lt;br /&gt;and we are always where we are...&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing I say should not be taken &lt;br /&gt;as fact until you have heard me say it on three different occasions, and then be skeptical of this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; come on now you dirty little mice&lt;br /&gt;lets make a movie and watch our selves looped over and over...making love on a bed of rice, Which shall be fed to Princesses and Kings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taoist Mysteries And Magic by John Blofeld / The Story Of The Eye by Georges Bataille / Persian Miniatures( pictures) / Quantum Psychology Robert Anton Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akasa&lt;br /&gt;"manifest as physical affliction or as art, the choice is you" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we must both have radioactive eyes   pnuema pedagogics presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"prepare the action of the geyser of our blood- the submarine formations of transchromatic aeroplanes, metals with cells and ciphered in the upsurge of images.... above the rules of the beautiful and of its inspection&lt;br /&gt;It isn't for those abortions who still worship their own navels" -Tristan Tsara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh how hard i get...In the immortal words of Hans Bellmer &lt;br /&gt;"If my Art is Scandalous it is because the world is a scandal." &lt;br /&gt;Play Play Play I took the gun up only to shave away some extra skin &lt;br /&gt;that was rotting on line... &lt;br /&gt;I Licked Lapis Lazuli, Light-years Lingered Lavishly ~:~ ~:~ ~:~ &lt;br /&gt;teeth chew skin of my lip sometimes and I found her nipples &lt;br /&gt;to be swelling from the heat &lt;br /&gt;as the blood rushed through her body, &lt;br /&gt;as I pushed the perfect needle through... &lt;br /&gt;god dam you write like a foulmouthedwhore on nitrous &lt;br /&gt;or heal he hum mur-der&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLess SpaceShipEarthAnd FireCrackersLikeYOU&lt;br /&gt;oh and G D Bless bombs of sex falling like green flare tracer beams &lt;br /&gt;from blurry lights on window planes &lt;br /&gt;atomic thunder carries hundreds and thousands over head &lt;br /&gt;away from me across the skies still filled with American Jets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SunSpot&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I don't give a damn about bonus rounds&lt;br /&gt;Iwantitallnow!&lt;br /&gt;hear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Can't you pee up to my cunt?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"yes," I answered, "but with you like this, it'll get on your dress and face."&lt;br /&gt;"So what," she concluded. And I did as she said, but no sooner was i done&lt;br /&gt;than I flooded her again, this time with fine white But now, from remote regions of his soul, from past times of his worn-out life, a sound came flashing. It was a word, a syllable, which he lulled unthinkingly to himself, the old initial word and final word of all Brahmin prayers, the sacred "OM" which virtually means "the perfect" or "the completion" and the instant the om touched Siddhartha's ears , his slumbering spirit suddenly awoke and it recognized the folly of his action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US RETURN TO PSYCHOSOMATIC MEDICINE, SINCE IT ILLUSTRATES THE PRINCIPLE OF THE SELF-FULFILLING PROPHECY IN A PECULIARLY DRAMATIC WAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521193117078707?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521193117078707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521193117078707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521193117078707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521193117078707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/warm-american-jets.html' title='Warm American Jets!'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521139151323146</id><published>2006-04-16T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:51:40.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walt Whitman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/ray.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you this now ALL You America&lt;br /&gt;You shoot yourself in the foot over and over&lt;br /&gt;and Every time, when you let a lying Greedy man cast dirt on the image of a couragious man&lt;br /&gt;and if you be so simple of mind ,,foolish, not wise, to be Bamboozled by Bullies and the shout screems of sensationalizim then I tell you you shoot your self in the head. Your sound asleep Dead! Instead of a vibrant progressive heroic nation ready to lead the world into the light of GOD's Grace whom your constantly whining to bless you...your shivering in the shadows of self contempt and selfdestruction. Materialist Fundamentalist Frenzy, Corprate WatchDogs,  And Fear Mongers Run this land. NOT THe People. It Has Not Been about the People for quite some time!   IT IS TIME TO Wake up AMERICA! IT IS TIME TO GROW UP AMERICA! IT IS TIME TO TAKE BACK AMERICA ! BY the People! For THe PEOPLE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHalt Whitman Quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521139151323146?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521139151323146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521139151323146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521139151323146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521139151323146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/walt-whitman.html' title='Walt Whitman'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521122542923241</id><published>2006-04-16T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:00:16.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I ching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/cumon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/cumon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no war outside&lt;br /&gt;no acts of terror&lt;br /&gt;that are not inside you first&lt;br /&gt;inside us is a beautiful bloody battleground&lt;br /&gt;which we must resolve&lt;br /&gt;mostly on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an Individual goes to war, &lt;br /&gt;to dance, to love,&lt;br /&gt;(an explorer)&lt;br /&gt;there inside - choosing&lt;br /&gt;making choices, &lt;br /&gt;that change,&lt;br /&gt;about how to best be led,&lt;br /&gt;choose to be led,&lt;br /&gt;along an unknown path,&lt;br /&gt;fine tuning, taking, touching, releasing -&lt;br /&gt;this sound, that shape,&lt;br /&gt;colors and memories,&lt;br /&gt;about what it looks like to feel -&lt;br /&gt;moving on - tireless, and preserving themselves&lt;br /&gt;even when broken,&lt;br /&gt;until they land one day...&lt;br /&gt;something says thats It. How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a deep vast calm equal in its place to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and the sun reflecting on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;a perfect moment completely lost from time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever ...which slips away quietly unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;she 'll be gone soon -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure I love her&lt;br /&gt;like a Mountain over a Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fan pulls the air through the halls&lt;br /&gt;from her room to mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Bathed in her Perfume&lt;br /&gt;so are the windchimes &lt;br /&gt;which hit on eachother constantly&lt;br /&gt;their violence is a soothing counterpoint &lt;br /&gt;for my ears, smoothing out the electric Om &lt;br /&gt;of air conditioners &lt;br /&gt;and the grumble hiss of the city - a sticky moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If given Ten pairs of tortoises, no one is able to  oppose.&lt;br /&gt;Very Lucky Image.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I ching made perfect sense!&lt;br /&gt;because I wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you reduce the ailment that is indeed something to be glad about'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521122542923241?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521122542923241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521122542923241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521122542923241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521122542923241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-ching.html' title='I ching'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521110081539322</id><published>2006-04-16T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:44:00.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/dreams2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/dreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking for blindfolded love and sustained vibrations of touch within a waterfall of sweetened wine. Im holding onto curious dreams that crest and fall in the dawning silver light. Im waiting for soft silent moments pressed against this warm sleeping body. The heat from beneath the sheets sustains as my head lingers in the cold air spilling into the room from the crack in the window. A blizzard billows outside, and it will be hours yet before we actually wake to move around the room. I lay here just watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521110081539322?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521110081539322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521110081539322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521110081539322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521110081539322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-watching.html' title='just watching'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521071796047766</id><published>2006-04-16T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:47:14.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/sri.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/sri.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, there are no rules here – we're trying to accomplish something. -Thomas Edison &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things we do, we do for no better reason than that our fathers have done them or our neighbors do them, and the same is true of a larger part than what we suspect of what we think. &lt;br /&gt;Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 15 percent of people do any original thinking on any subject. The greatest torture in the world for most people is to think. -Luther Burbank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discover, perhaps to our astonishment, that our greatest moments come when we find that we are not unique, when we come upon another self that is very like our own. The discovery of a continent is mere idle folly compared with this discovery of a sympathetic other-self, a friend or a lover. &lt;br /&gt;J. B. Priestley &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Resist much. Obey little. &lt;br /&gt;Walt Whitman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest service that you can do mankind is to expose hypocrisy, question authority, and blow the whistle … If you really want to make a difference, stand up for an unpopular cause. &lt;br /&gt;Ed Asner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves to be like other people. &lt;br /&gt;Arthur Schopenhauer --- &lt;br /&gt;Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity. &lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why lie when the truth is so much more ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness. He alone lives, while other people, slaves of ceremony, let life slip past them in a kind of dream. Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent. Virginia Woolf &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;" One good thing about music - when it hits you feel no pain!" Bob Marley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone shows harmony or disharmony according to how open he is to the music of the universe. The more he is open to all that is beautiful and harmonious, the more his life is tuned to that universal harmony, and the more he will show a friendly attitude to everyone he meets, his very atmosphere will create music around him. &lt;br /&gt;Hazrat Khan &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It's not attained through self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy purpose. &lt;br /&gt;Helen Keller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fonder you are of your ideals, the greater your heart breaks. &lt;br /&gt;Lin Yutang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment is a manufacturer of illusions and whoever wants reality ought to be detached. &lt;br /&gt;Simone Weil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't hate more than 5 or 10 years. Wouldn't it be terrible to be always burdened with those primary emotions you had at one time? &lt;br /&gt;Han Suyin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten thousand things are all there in me. And there's no joy greater than looking within and finding myself faithful to them. &lt;br /&gt;Mengzi Chinese Philosopher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place yourself in the middle of the stream of power and wisdom which animates all whom it floats, and you are without effort impelled to truth, to right and a perfect contentment. &lt;br /&gt;Emerson  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Vincent Van Gogh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. And then it is gone. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying. &lt;br /&gt;Joan of Arc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted. &lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. &lt;br /&gt;King &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very nearly impossible … to become an educated person in a country so distrustful of the independent mind. &lt;br /&gt;James Baldwin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conventional thinking is the ruin of our souls, &lt;br /&gt;something borrowed which we mistake as our own. &lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is better than this; clutch at madness instead. &lt;br /&gt;Rumi Afghani-Turkish Sufi Mystic, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul. &lt;br /&gt;Montaigne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disagreement shakes us out of our slumbers and forces us to see our own point of view through contrast with another person who does not share it. &lt;br /&gt;R. D. Laing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is opposition? &lt;br /&gt;It is the arena of hostility, of conflict and turmoil. &lt;br /&gt;Where duality is transcended peace reigns. &lt;br /&gt;This is the Dharma's ultimate truth. &lt;br /&gt;Hanshan Deqing Chinese Chan Master, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum. &lt;br /&gt;Frances Willard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two refuse, no one fights. &lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Machado de Assis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who is swimming against the stream knows the strength of it. &lt;br /&gt;Woodrow Wilson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clash of doctrines is not a disaster – it is an opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;A. N. Whitehead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be desperate is to discover strength. &lt;br /&gt;We die of comfort and by conflict live. &lt;br /&gt;May Sarton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a true miracle when a man finally sees himself as his only opposition. &lt;br /&gt;Vernon Howard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's nobody in your way, it's because you're not going anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;Robert Kennedy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fifth of the people are against everything all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Kennedy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the happiest conversation where there is no competition, no vanity, but a calm quiet interchange of sentiments. &lt;br /&gt;Samuel Johnson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do. &lt;br /&gt;Andrew Carnegie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it before them briefly so they will read it, clearly so they will appreciate it, picturesquely so they will remember it and, above all, accurately so they will be guided by its light. &lt;br /&gt;Joseph Pulitzer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good conversation is better than a good bed. &lt;br /&gt;Galla (Ethiopia) Saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid. &lt;br /&gt;Fyodor Dostoevsky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capacity of speech is not only in the tongue, the ability to talk is not just a matter of words. &lt;br /&gt;Yuanwu Kekin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pleasure to me without communication; there is not so much as a sprightly thought that comes into my mind but I grieve that I have no one to tell it to. - Montaigne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universities are of course hostile to geniuses, which, seeing and using ways of their own, discredit the routine: as churches and monasteries persecute youthful saints. &lt;br /&gt;Emerson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it. &lt;br /&gt;Thoreau &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself. &lt;br /&gt;Archibald MacLeish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few men who have liberated themselves from the fear of God and the fear of death are yet able to liberate themselves from the fear of man. Consciously or unconsciously, we are all actors in this life playing to the audience in a part and style approved by them. &lt;br /&gt;Lin Yutang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular. &lt;br /&gt;Adlai Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is not to be put in order, the world is order incarnate. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order, to know what is the world order in contradistinction to the wishful thinking orders we wish to impose upon one another. &lt;br /&gt;Henry Miller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all thy undertakings, let a reasonable assurance animate thy endeavors; if thou despair of success, thou shalt not succeed. &lt;br /&gt;Khemetic Saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no confidence in yourself, you are twice defeated in the race of life. With confidence, you have won even before you have started. &lt;br /&gt;Cicero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of confidence is not the result of difficulty; the difficulty comes from a lack of confidence. &lt;br /&gt;Seneca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must act as if it is impossible to fail. &lt;br /&gt;Ashanti (West Africa) Saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realize where you come from, &lt;br /&gt;you naturally become tolerant, &lt;br /&gt;disinterested, amused, &lt;br /&gt;kindhearted as a grandmother, &lt;br /&gt;dignified as a king. &lt;br /&gt;Immersed in the wonder of the Tao, &lt;br /&gt;you can deal with whatever life brings you, &lt;br /&gt;and when death comes, you are ready. &lt;br /&gt;Laozi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart and mind can find peace and harmony by contemplating the transcendental nature of the true self as supreme effulgent light. &lt;br /&gt;Patanjali &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is calm and clear, &lt;br /&gt;Earth is stable and peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;Beings who lose these &lt;br /&gt;Qualities die, &lt;br /&gt;While those who emulate &lt;br /&gt;Them live. &lt;br /&gt;Calm spaciousness is the &lt;br /&gt;House of spiritual light; &lt;br /&gt;Open selflessness is the &lt;br /&gt;Abode of the Way. &lt;br /&gt;Huai-nan-tzu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are disturbed by events and lose your serenity, quickly return to yourself and don't stay upset longer than the experience lasts; for you'll have more mastery over your inner harmony by continually returning to it. &lt;br /&gt;Marcus Aurelius &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first rule is to keep an untroubled spirit. The second is to look things in the face and know them for what they are. &lt;br /&gt;Marcus Aurelius &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repose is the secret of all contemplation and meditation, the secret of getting in tune with that aspect of life which is the essence of all things. When one is not accustomed to taking repose, one does not know what is behind one's being. &lt;br /&gt;Hazrat Khan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art of Peace begins with you. Work on yourself and your appointed task in the Art of Peace. Everyone has a spirit that can be refined, a body that can be trained in some manner, a suitable path to follow … Foster peace in your own life and then apply the Art to all that you encounter. &lt;br /&gt;Morihei Ueshiba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner calm is possible only when man is not disturbed by the vicissitudes of fortune. &lt;br /&gt;Lin Yutang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mind is free from all its projections, there is a state of quietness in which problems cease, and then only the timeless, the eternal comes into being. &lt;br /&gt;Krishnamurti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live peacefully every day means you have no nationality, religion, dogma, or authority. Peace means to love, to be kind; if you haven't that, then you are responsible for all the confusion. &lt;br /&gt;Krishnamurti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd, keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. - Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness in words creates confidence. &lt;br /&gt;Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. &lt;br /&gt;Kindness in giving creates love. &lt;br /&gt;Laozi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness effects more than severity. &lt;br /&gt;Aesop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to live so that no harm or pain is caused by our thoughts, words, or deeds to any other being. &lt;br /&gt;Patanjali &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness. &lt;br /&gt;Seneca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungered, and ye gave me meat; I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink; I was a stranger, and ye took me in. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus of Nazareth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly remind yourself, "I am a member of the whole body of conscious things." If you think of yourself as a mere "part," then love for mankind will not well up in your heart; you will look for some reward in every act of kindness and miss the boon which the act itself is offering. Then all your work will be seen as a mere duty and not as the very porthole connecting you with the Universe itself. &lt;br /&gt;Marcus Aurelius &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those desiring speedily to be &lt;br /&gt;A refuge for themselves and other beings &lt;br /&gt;Should interchange the terms "I" and "other," &lt;br /&gt;And thus embrace a sacred mystery. &lt;br /&gt;Shantideva &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must constantly guard against the trap of falling into a routine of remaining busy with unimportant chores that will provide you with an excuse to avoid meaningful challenges or opportunities that could change your life for the better. &lt;br /&gt;Og Mandino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you think so shall you become. &lt;br /&gt;Khemetic Saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a man acts, so does he become. As a man's desire is, so is his destiny. &lt;br /&gt;Brihadaranyaka Upanishad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world. &lt;br /&gt;Buddha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than a thousand sayings composed of meaningless statements is a single meaningful statement on hearing which one becomes calm. &lt;br /&gt;~ Buddha ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521071796047766?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521071796047766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521071796047766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521071796047766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521071796047766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-quotes.html' title='Good Quotes'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521041116061979</id><published>2006-04-16T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:28:17.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all praises are unto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it doesn't get much better than that - divine tooth - soothsayers light&lt;br /&gt;Om Tare Tu Tare Ture Swoha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every juice is flowing over the lapis rim&lt;br /&gt;I think clouds variegated with rainbows are dressing my skin&lt;br /&gt;i think aons of time just became dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;How much my soft soul can hold of you&lt;br /&gt;before your radiance burns through this fragile body&lt;br /&gt;and sends me along into the further unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so very much to know and then unknown&lt;br /&gt;this life like a snap of twigs -&lt;br /&gt;speed is so relative -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can at least bless me with compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are so afraid to suffer&lt;br /&gt;how sad  no one told them&lt;br /&gt;this is when divinity whispers in our ear&lt;br /&gt;my child I Am Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hours are not filled with loneliness&lt;br /&gt;but heartthrobing and sweetly shattered&lt;br /&gt;every moment I am separated from her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet never truly is she gone&lt;br /&gt;but only my mind drawn down&lt;br /&gt;in order to burn through the karma of ageless collections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I see her again washing my face with her nectar&lt;br /&gt;my tears become joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw them cross the twilight of an age&lt;br /&gt;The sun-eyed children of a marvelous dawn...&lt;br /&gt;The massive barrier-breakers of the world..&lt;br /&gt;The architects of immortality...&lt;br /&gt;Bodies made beautiful by the Spirit's light,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the magic word, the mystic fire,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the Dionysian cup of joy.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–from SAVITRI, by Sri Aurobindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECIPE FOR BLISS [according to the Hevajra Tantra]   "Then the Wisdom-maiden speaks: &lt;br /&gt;Boy! Can you eat my feces and urine, blood and semen and human flesh? Such is the vow with women. Can you suck the lotus of my pudenda? Speak, boy, how is it? &lt;br /&gt;He replies: &lt;br /&gt;O Goddess! How could I not?  I can eat blood and semen and all. I will always perform this vow with women, and your pudenda too shall I suck. &lt;br /&gt;Then she says: &lt;br /&gt;My open lotus is the resort of all bliss, hurrah! You who take possession of here, use the lotus as should be! &lt;br /&gt;"Then one places in the center of the mandala the Wisdom-maiden, sixteen years old who has all the marks of perfection, who has been bathed with water carrying sandalwood extract,  saffron and camphor, in immaculate garmets and adorned with al kinds of jewelry.  She is consecrated as Nairaamityaa  ....then... the master honors her with worship, external, internal, and secret, praising her with acclamations, and thus he should unite her in embrace. Then he should recite the anuraagamantra, and as soon as there is excitation he intones the refrain of HUUM; as bliss descends,  he recites puuja mantra.  Then with an elephant tusk  he collects the bodhicitta  from her pudenda and  pouring it into a shell-receptacle... he drops it into the pupils mouth.  The pupil says, "O bliss!" and drinks it without hesitation." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Lady's Teaching  upon Sex as the Path &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Homage to the Supreme Lord Candamaharosana! &lt;br /&gt;Then the Supreme Lord spoke, paying homage to his Supreme lady  with five mandalas, asking her: &lt;br /&gt;'My darling, my joy, How shall the yogi know your form? How should he show his respect, my Supreme Lady, And how should he honour you?' &lt;br /&gt;And the Supreme Lady replied:&lt;br /&gt;'All female forms in the sky and above and below the earth, All high or low births, are my forms. All invisible female beings are my forms: All goddesses and demi-goddesses, All titanesses and demonesses, All serpent beings, nature goddesses and ghost maidens, All lotus eaters and female devils, And all human girls too, All female animals and hungry ghosts, All priestesses and high born ladies, All trading women and working women, All those born as writers and queens, Teachers and scholars, Tax collectors and gardeners, Prostitutes and dyers, Potters and huntresses, Outcastes, musicians and toilet cleaners, Washerwomen, barmaids and sweet-makers, Blacksmiths' women, courtesans and dancers, Bronzesmiths' and goldsmiths' women, Fisherwomen and butchers' women, Butter churners and flower-women, Ascetics and conch-shell artisans, Cane-splitters and poetesses, Cow-herds and arrow-makers, Stone-masons' women, Wood gathers and jewellers: I come in the form of women of all classes and trades, And I am mother, sister and wife, Aunt and niece, Great-aunt and mother-in-law, And every other kind of female relation. And I am every tantric practitioner and yogini, And widow and ascetic. I take the forms of all these women Who now live to serve all sentient beings. &lt;br /&gt;'Confident each in her own mode, Whichever form the yogi encounters He should kiss and embrace her, And uniting lotus and vajra in consummation He serves and honours her. With an altruistic desire to aid all sentient beings, Serving women through love, the yogin gains power. Power is bestowed instantaneously - For that reason the yogin should serve women. Woman is heaven and woman is truth, Woman is the highest ascetic path, The Buddha is woman and women are the community, And woman is perfect wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;'Women are distinguished psychologically Through fivefold colour classification. The blue woman is called Immutable Anger Yogini, The white woman is called Immutable Ignorance Yogini, The yellow woman is called Immutable Calumny Yogini, The red woman is called Immutable Desire Yogini, The green woman is calld Immutable Jealousy Yogini, And the Supreme Lady Perfection of Wisdom is fivefold unity. &lt;br /&gt;'Vajrayogini should be worshipped with offerings, With wine, food and flowers and everything pleasurable, And the yogin should array her with fine clothes, Paying her respect with clear speech And pressing his palms together courteously. Regarding her and fondling her with attention He should engage her in clear conversation,  And constantly kissing her and caressing her, He should worship Vajrayogini. Physically worshipped by those who are able And verbally and mentally by those who are not, To those who satisfy me through worship I will grant all my powers. &lt;br /&gt;'I am nowhere if not in the bodies of all women. So rejecting all other paths, worship women! This is the supreme act of worship of me, And serving me in this way The aspirant gains satisfaction and supreme power. When he enters the path of insight He is given perfectly discriminating vision of me, Constantly, everywhere. Meditating upon all forms without exception as myself, He should make love to his own woman, Visualising her as my embodiment, And uniting lotus and vajra in consummation I will give him enlightenment. Accordingly, devoted to me in all my forms, That yogin is supreme in every way. And through this method, in complete consummation, The practitioner attains total devotion. &lt;br /&gt;'He should not live in fear of sin, In fear of the lower realms like hell. Insofar as he fears samsara's stings, To that extent he becomes impotent. Although sin has not the slightest existence, And virtue and merit do not exist at all, Sin and merit were contrived To protect the mind from life's pain. Mind is the measure of all things And all things last only for the duration of the thought. &lt;br /&gt;'Who will go to heaven and who to hell? Insofar as beings die with a poisoned imagination Those who are free of the power of poison go to heaven And those who faint away under the power of poison go to hell. Thus ignorant people go to heaven or hell, While the wise, totally comprehending, Attain nirvana. But if nirvana is taken as mere emptiness, Like a lamp after a gust of wind, This nihilism, like the paths of reward and retribution, Brings enlightenment no closer. Abandoning all such preoccupations, then, The aspirant should devote himself to me, And undoubtedly he will be granted power and awareness, The powers of Candamaharosana, instantaneously.' &lt;br /&gt;Taken from Chapter Eight of the Sri-candamaharosana-tantra (dPal gtum po khro bo chen po'i rgyud kyi rgyal po dpa'bo gcig pa).] Translated by Keith Dowman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521041116061979?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521041116061979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521041116061979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521041116061979'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish scientists from the National Board of Fisheries reported in March that, after observing 117 pairs of trout engaged in sex (quivering violently with their mouths open, followed by the supposed simultaneous release of egg and sperm), they found that males always released their sperm at the end but that, half the time, the females cheated, withholding their eggs. The researchers speculated that the female was "faking an orgasm" as a mating strategy to preserve the eggs in case she ran into a more-desirable male. [London Daily Telegraph-New Scientist, 3-15-01]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong's South China Morning Post reported in November that part-time magician Lau Yin-wai, 27, might have saved the life of a neighbor woman from her husband's rage. Alerted by yelling, the magician ran next door to the couple's apartment and saw the husband poised to stab his wife with a knife. The magician quickly threw his coat over the knife, shouted some words of distraction, and deftly removed the knife from the man's hand. Then, as he pulled the coat and knife away, he told the man that he had made the knife disappear, which he said seemed to bewilder the man enough to cause him to give up and await the police. [South China Morning Post, 11-27-00]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521022314558206?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521022314558206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521022314558206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521022314558206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521022314558206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114521007697152993</id><published>2006-04-16T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:26:30.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emil Nodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/mix-circ4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/mix-circ4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is what I saw, imagined, experienced; this is how it was for me; this is how I felt about it. I, the artist, offer you this experience because as artist I am sensitised to a special degree and devote my life to this thin-skinned experience and to finding ways of capturing it to you, my public. I am one, unique through a part of mankind. You are many; most of your time, your education and your work, if not leisure too, is designed to restrain your experience, to thicken your skin. How shall I address you? Not through the conventions of European art, worn smooth with endless use; they no longer connect with life and do not permit me to set down my personal apprehension of it. Strong colours, emphatic rather than then accurate representation and especially distortion in my delineation of figures will catch your attention but may also numb your responses by making too strong an assault. I handle these colours daily and they don’t bother me; the drawing that strikes you as incompetent is how I want it. Yet can you learn to read it, respond to it, especially since I have to adapt my manner continually to changes in my situation and myself? I want you to use my art, to counter with it the deadening weight of urban life. Indeed my insistence on self-centred art is only justified if it helps you to discover your true self, but, in order to reveal myself, I have had to abandon what shared visual language there was as a link between us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114521007697152993?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114521007697152993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114521007697152993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521007697152993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114521007697152993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/emil-nodle.html' title='Emil Nodle'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520979512010442</id><published>2006-04-16T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:09:24.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E.E. CUMMINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/slide035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/slide035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Artist's Responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So far as i am concerned, poetry and every other art was and is and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality...poetry is being, not doing. If you wish to follow, even at a distance, the poet's calling (and here, as always, I speak from my own totally biased and entirely &lt;br /&gt;personal point of view) you've got to come out of the measurable doing universe into the immeasurable house of being...Nobody else can be alive for you: nor can you be alive for anybody else. Toms can be Dicks and Dicks can be Harrys, but none of them can ever be you. There's the artist's rsponsibility: and the most awful responsibility on earth. If you can take it, take it- and be. If you can't, cheer up and go about other people's business; and do ( or undo ) till you drop&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            From i: Six Nonlectures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520979512010442?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520979512010442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520979512010442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520979512010442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520979512010442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/ee-cummings.html' title='E.E. CUMMINGS'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520975348561577</id><published>2006-04-16T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:07:20.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/s15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/s15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had&lt;br /&gt;the most bizarre dreams&lt;br /&gt;a cross section of the buildings &lt;br /&gt;and you could see each long floor&lt;br /&gt;the whole layout of each apartment&lt;br /&gt;with the inhabitants carrying on&lt;br /&gt;like a movie of each all at once&lt;br /&gt;and when i wanted i could chose to close up&lt;br /&gt;and when i did i became apart of each of their lives&lt;br /&gt;they would talk to me as if i was family&lt;br /&gt;strangely i was preoccupied with asking questions about&lt;br /&gt;interior design... like..oh i love the pillows you have&lt;br /&gt;scattered across the floor  ....and the host would &lt;br /&gt;convey to me the story of how and why they acquired &lt;br /&gt;such and such..&lt;br /&gt;but the scary part was that as i stated ...one whole side&lt;br /&gt;one whole wall was missing ..but they seemed unaware&lt;br /&gt;and i would yell out to warn them ..but they did not hear me &lt;br /&gt;unless i chose the close up and entered a particular space&lt;br /&gt;unless i chose to address them and enter their space&lt;br /&gt;they did not react to my voice ...until&lt;br /&gt;the last second before they fell ..then they would look over&lt;br /&gt;across the field of space to where i suppose I was&lt;br /&gt;and i kept seeing their eyes ...before they vanished down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520975348561577?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520975348561577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520975348561577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520975348561577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520975348561577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/dream-walls.html' title='Dream Walls'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520952937771022</id><published>2006-04-16T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:06:00.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/r.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply  these words and passages place me back in Mind - as opposed to (my) mind- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing them with you creates a rush of their touch -  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an offering / an exchange between two people who are simply that and simply so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the world be like if our  daily papers&lt;br /&gt;were filled with this, if  this kind of thing was placed in the forefront of our interactions with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe - no I see that we are meant for so much more - and in-fact already Are - that is the wisdom of such words -  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am i free - I am unafraid of  Beauty and Divine Intelligence -&lt;br /&gt;How am I shackled - I freeze in the face of human arrogance and indifference - my skin is thin -  My voice tightens and crys - so I take refuge in the landscapes of my mind - I capture or hold them in images and through them I speak - though them I teach - through-them I love - everyone!&lt;br /&gt;here is my personal paradox unveiled for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you? Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Do you live a life as dynamic and grand, as transcendent and earthy, as all your heros and heroines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And? if so how and in what ways - will you share it with me?  will you teach? Will you love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520952937771022?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520952937771022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520952937771022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520952937771022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520952937771022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/dialogue.html' title='Dialogue'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520916273533780</id><published>2006-04-16T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:12:24.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Civics Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/from-above.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/from-above.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject :   &lt;br /&gt;Civics Lesson   &lt;br /&gt;Date :   &lt;br /&gt;Tue, 19 Nov 2002 08:59:04 EST   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMOCRAT: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for&lt;br /&gt;being successful. You vote people into office that put a tax on your cows,&lt;br /&gt;forcing you to sell one to raise money to pay the tax. The people you voted&lt;br /&gt;for then take the tax money, buy a cow and give it to your neighbor. You&lt;br /&gt;feel righteous. Barbara Streisand sings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIALIST: You have two cows. The government takes one and gives it to your&lt;br /&gt;neighbor. You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPUBLICAN: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you&lt;br /&gt;with milk. You wait in line for hours to get it. It is expensive and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. You sell one, buy a bull,&lt;br /&gt;and build a herd of cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government taxes you to&lt;br /&gt;the point you have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who&lt;br /&gt;has only one cow, which was a gift from your government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government takes them&lt;br /&gt;both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, and then pours&lt;br /&gt;the milk down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You sell one, lease it back to&lt;br /&gt;yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one. You force the two cows to produce&lt;br /&gt;the milk of four cows. You are surprised when one cow drops dead. You spin&lt;br /&gt;an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing&lt;br /&gt;expenses. Your stock goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH CORPORATION: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want&lt;br /&gt;three cows. You go to lunch. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are&lt;br /&gt;one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains. Most are at the top of&lt;br /&gt;their class at cow school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You engineer them so they are all&lt;br /&gt;blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred&lt;br /&gt;miles an hour. Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per&lt;br /&gt;year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows but you don't know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman. You break for lunch. Life&lt;br /&gt;is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You count them and learn you have&lt;br /&gt;five cows. You have some more vodka. You count them again and learn you&lt;br /&gt;have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop&lt;br /&gt;counting cows and open another bottle of vodka. You produce your 10th,&lt;br /&gt;5-year plan in the last 3 months. The Mafia shows up and takes over however&lt;br /&gt;many cows you really have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLORIDA CORPORATION: You have a black cow and a brown cow. Everyone votes&lt;br /&gt;for the best looking one. Some of the people who like the brown one best,&lt;br /&gt;vote for the black one. Some people vote for both. Some people vote for&lt;br /&gt;neither. Some people can't figure out how to vote at all. Finally, a bunch&lt;br /&gt;of guys from out-of-state tell you which is the best-looking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(found on internet email)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520916273533780?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520916273533780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520916273533780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520916273533780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520916273533780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/civics-lesson.html' title='Civics Lesson'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520886313097800</id><published>2006-04-16T13:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:41:57.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire is a sticky thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/hel%205.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/hel%205.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long legs &lt;br /&gt;this blond feline female&lt;br /&gt;sensual and strong&lt;br /&gt;bounding around the room&lt;br /&gt;like a chetah on the prowl&lt;br /&gt;her smile like soma&lt;br /&gt;her kiss like heroin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't trust her&lt;br /&gt;but drawn to her &lt;br /&gt;like a moth needs that damn light&lt;br /&gt;i dive into her eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such a romanticist fantasist&lt;br /&gt;fanatic&lt;br /&gt;all we had was one night together&lt;br /&gt;years ago&lt;br /&gt;and all it brought was trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't even remember me this time&lt;br /&gt;until i reminded her that she and I had been &lt;br /&gt;how shall we say?  - intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at her self absorption&lt;br /&gt;I took pity cause i could read the confusion it cost her&lt;br /&gt;but all I needed to hear her voice say was "you found me again"&lt;br /&gt;and i could not keep my lips from hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desire is a sticky thing.&lt;br /&gt;it will chop your feet off at the chest &lt;br /&gt;if you keep sharpening its blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she gives me her contact&lt;br /&gt;and longingly demands &lt;br /&gt;"you better call me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I do&lt;br /&gt;but she does not respond&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;what went wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520886313097800?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520886313097800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520886313097800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520886313097800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520886313097800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/desire-is-sticky-thing_16.html' title='Desire is a sticky thing'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520870423912917</id><published>2006-04-16T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:48:55.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catfish (Trichomycterus)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/twirlnew3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/twirlnew3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this surreal marketplace - this sounding board of complex and cruel persona constantly  devouring digesting and then regurgitating our fragmented soul stuff into documents , programs and interfaces, I'll send you mine if you send me yours - this  dark hope that our fingers may type us a way OUT of these little cells we inhabit, our eyes wrinkling like fingers in a tub from to much exposure to these back lit screens, our windows of hope and addiction, of necessity and longing, OUT and into a tangible world of meaning and purpose - If only I could find someone to share My Version of the cell with, then maybe I could rest in the midst of all this madness , this clatter Buzz, this ego maniacal fearful hole that I / we have inherited - didn't ask for - wish were other than it is, but have so little power over to change. Why cant we? Why cant we? why cant we? I think I can i think I can i think I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520870423912917?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520870423912917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520870423912917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520870423912917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520870423912917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/catfish-trichomycterus.html' title='catfish (Trichomycterus)'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520839177975896</id><published>2006-04-16T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:13:12.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>burning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/nerika99.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/nerika99.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning&lt;br /&gt;you dont know sister..&lt;br /&gt;no you do!&lt;br /&gt;I was just out there..for a few endless minutes...&lt;br /&gt;in the sprawl...&lt;br /&gt;everyones  theyr bleeding out of their eyes! they dont see it but they are!&lt;br /&gt;they just dont see!&lt;br /&gt;godAllahjesusBUDDHA  I see to much...&lt;br /&gt;it cripples me... im so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you  to them  to this phantom cult of Me (I) worship like a stupid fool&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired really! So fucking tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrender is best served fresh and warm  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont wait for ME&lt;br /&gt;I mean please please wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;Im really such a believer ...in love&lt;br /&gt;Im Positive   in this circusVoltaire..Optimistic circus..&lt;br /&gt;My job the only one they had for fools..I sweep up after them...all these nights&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;I really dont mind...its kind of nice... i take beautiful pictures of what they leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i look at all the characters/the ringleaders - from the edge...&lt;br /&gt;and i think i could do that so much better! I do! I do it somuch better...&lt;br /&gt;nobody does it better.&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be good&lt;br /&gt; you should hold my hand        so nice and warm&lt;br /&gt;burning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520839177975896?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520839177975896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520839177975896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520839177975896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520839177975896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/burning.html' title='burning'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520808087539681</id><published>2006-04-16T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:15:45.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreamers Vs The Non Dreamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/her-head-healed-high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/her-head-healed-high.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers. &lt;br /&gt;William S. Burroughs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520808087539681?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520808087539681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520808087539681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520808087539681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520808087539681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/dreamers-vs-non-dreamers.html' title='The Dreamers Vs The Non Dreamers'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520773928831709</id><published>2006-04-16T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:13:36.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/b3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im traveling light&lt;br /&gt;because my man(woman) has gone &lt;br /&gt;so from now on im traveling light  &lt;br /&gt;he(she) said good by and took my heart away &lt;br /&gt;so from today im traveling light&lt;br /&gt;no one to see &lt;br /&gt;im free as the breeze &lt;br /&gt;no one but me  and my memories  &lt;br /&gt;some lucky night he(she) may come back again &lt;br /&gt;so untill then im traveling light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billy holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520773928831709?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520773928831709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520773928831709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520773928831709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520773928831709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/billy-says.html' title='Billy Says'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520769285347074</id><published>2006-04-16T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:17:54.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/slide041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/slide041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Beauty can be as isolating as genius, or deformity. I have always been aware of a relationship between madness and beauty. " &lt;br /&gt;Richard Avedon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520769285347074?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520769285347074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520769285347074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520769285347074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520769285347074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/richard-says.html' title='Richard says'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520749815327282</id><published>2006-04-16T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:13:20.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apollo</title><content type='html'>Ras Phoebus Apollo&lt;br /&gt;                    May 1992 - December 2000&lt;br /&gt;                ______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;                The Cat With Many Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I found him in a vetinary clinic in Savannah Georgia some time in june of 1992. My girl friend jayme and i had been looking to adopt a cat as we had just moved out of the dorms and into our own place, 18 west Hull st , top floor. We had just been there a month or less and a few days before had adopted two kittens ,two brothers who we named clem and jasper. They were cute enough , Both grayish ,clem a more solid creamy gray and white, jasper the clasic tiger stripes. Like i said cute , but nothing that struck me as unique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I am a cat person. I’ve always had them and many at that. Occasionally you meet one that is special. My mother breads them now  so twenty something cats  (kittens included) in a house is not strange to me although i’ll admit alot  to live with. There had always been at least two. I say this because since I was  that age we had them and they kept coming ever since. We had two standard poodles and a cat , My mother and I in a apartment on west 68th street in New York. It Was 1975. I was almost three. This was when our second cat came to live with us. I seem to be jumping around in time but to understand my relationship with Apollo i have to remember the reason i got him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       He was a tiny little fellow with a just healed broken leg and bleeding toes. He had been declawed that day, something we regreted and have never done to a cat since. This is one of my strongest memories of childhood, sitting on the bathroom tiles holding this bleeding little guy while my mom wraped his toes in toilet paper and our other cat Snuffalofogus, of sesame street fame, looked on with curios knowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was solid black with yellow green eyes , part siamese and had that particular to siamese howling meow. I loved his voice. As he grew he taught me to talk like he did. We would play this call and response game, first him and then my imitation and then him again. I got quite good  at it and we would make this sound to each other for some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called him Ally. Partly for Ally Cat as thats what he was but also because of what my father had named him. My parents had been divorced for little over a year and my father  found this cat outside his appartment on 65th street with a broken leg. He kept the cat till its leg healed  and then named him Alamony and gave him to my mother . Bitting humor between my parents but that was between them. I was in love and that was the most important part for everyone involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were brothers of a special kind. Our bond grew. We understood each other. He followed me all over the house and slept on the pillow next to mine every night . Ally watched over me. He was there for me the night  my mom brouht this guy home from a date. He was drunk and got drunker. When it was time for me to get into bed he came in and “tucked” me in, Telling me that i’d better be a good boy for my mother and not the little bastard he knew I was, all the while jabbing me in the chest with his finger and breathing  his hot rotten grape breath in my face . I think my mom knew somthing had happened from my face and his drunken aura when she came in the room because she promptly kicked him out . Then she and Ally came back to me and as she stroked my head Ally curled up next to my pillow and purred loud ,vibrating me to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to be continued:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520749815327282?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520749815327282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520749815327282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520749815327282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520749815327282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/apollo.html' title='Apollo'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520681262615015</id><published>2006-04-16T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:18:28.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/b14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/b14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tospear dolkin grastill frumpkin whistip-c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520681262615015?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520681262615015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520681262615015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520681262615015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520681262615015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520676612819409</id><published>2006-04-16T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:50:15.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/x2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wack wackwack&lt;br /&gt;wackwackwack&lt;br /&gt;wackwackwackwackwack&lt;br /&gt;wackwackwack&lt;br /&gt;wackwackwackwackwackwack&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         WACK "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520676612819409?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520676612819409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520676612819409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520676612819409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520676612819409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/wack.html' title='wack'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520670984364214</id><published>2006-04-16T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:15:12.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/b37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/b37.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iooioytuytdffguqweropiltyuhgfarcaskljhmmppytfdzctyiosawsbniowsqaolpkkjkkjkjkllImtwentyTwo im&lt;br /&gt;locked in a pockeet ,  SO MANY WORTHY CONTESTANTS.&lt;br /&gt;X... JJJJJJJJJJJJJIIIIIOOOPPPOMZXCVBNMM,,,././&lt;br /&gt;                     FFFFFOM=MANI=PADMI=HUMFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        ADIBUDDHA&lt;br /&gt;CRAFTED OF THE SELF, INFINITE, TAKING FORM IN BLUE FLAME EMANATING FROM A LOTUS , THE ORIGINAL BUDDAH , WHO IS WITHOUT BEGINNING AND END , WHO OPENS THE EYE ,   AWAKE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Twenty Seven years Eleven months and Nineteen days... soon I will be Seven7.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know real love... but i can smelltastetouchhear ,&lt;br /&gt;see ...i...know it's a matter of the Passion].&lt;br /&gt;One must go willingly ... to the cross roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jjjj    some times sitting , per - spective&lt;br /&gt;from a certain point ...  watching as everything&lt;br /&gt;turns...&lt;br /&gt;I comprehend it all as beautiful , woven together a stitch in time... &lt;br /&gt;autumn leaves make way for a frozen sleep, deathly..&lt;br /&gt;dark&lt;br /&gt;and the eyes that open, turn the Yuga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are We                                           ?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~]]]]]]]]]]]]]&lt;br /&gt;9-3- 9  her root is in the TRINITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520670984364214?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520670984364214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520670984364214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520670984364214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520670984364214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/strange-dayz.html' title='Strange Dayz'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520665552386728</id><published>2006-04-16T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:23:57.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>free will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/deathholdinglife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/deathholdinglife.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckyoufffffffffuukkkyoufree will BITCH ass mind&lt;br /&gt;game. mephisto  saliva  &lt;br /&gt;stuck in myeaR.&lt;br /&gt;COLD comfort , this IS GODs&lt;br /&gt;COUNTRy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520665552386728?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520665552386728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520665552386728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520665552386728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520665552386728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/free-will.html' title='free will'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520658947655867</id><published>2006-04-16T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:37:15.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/my-toung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/320/my-toung.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeffrey sable is a very Happy and outgoing individual.&lt;br /&gt;Frequently he enjoys picking flowers on park avenue and accosting wealthy society matrons. His keen sense of adventure often finds him scaling the traveler's building though why he likes doing this not even he knows. TRIBAL AFFECT! we observe now  his most primal and sacred ritual: our subject's eyes Glaze over as he reverently straightens his books. Grubbing through his collection, he may come accross a Particular Gem and as we may observe at this instant,.......he rubs the book many times against his outer thigh, murmmuring ecstatically as he DOES SO. as he is so different from the rest of this certain genus, his manners may to some seem uncouth. However, among his many strange and unfathomnable habits one may find upon further research and prodding some quite endearing traits....&lt;br /&gt;                            --Journal of human behaviour vol.20 nr.28 &lt;br /&gt;             January 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520658947655867?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520658947655867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520658947655867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520658947655867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520658947655867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/field-notes.html' title='Field Notes'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520647135448731</id><published>2006-04-16T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:40:00.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People and Things to Know about: (From Art School)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/diur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/diur.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippe Lamount  Printers 333 West 50 or 52 or 53st 8th or 9th or 10th ave. E train&lt;br /&gt;Eleni Mylonas @ Foundation for Hellinic Culture on 57 st @ 5-7 ave or #5-7 &lt;br /&gt;Photographer Judy Gator &lt;br /&gt;Paul Waldman  "india"    Joseph Helman Gallery 20 west 57th&lt;br /&gt;Simon Frost: Peter Blumb 99 Wooster st&lt;br /&gt;Alain Kirili: Marlborough Gallery/Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Craig Martin                                                    Walls of          &lt;br /&gt;MOMA&lt;br /&gt;Behind the scenes exotic sluming un goulash bourgeoisie bonfire of the vanities South Bronx Brighton Beach and who mobster's mystery sustaining the exotic&lt;br /&gt;when she farts&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the walls moan and pipes clang and grumble&lt;br /&gt;UNE Semaine de Bonté  a rather surrealistic novel in collage by Max Ernst . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meece Vandero     Coborsia&lt;br /&gt;Three planes, ground over head ,another overhead, no walls at all , four posts.&lt;br /&gt; stripped-down staircase, wrap in glass  Marse  dube tas building in France . &lt;br /&gt; Show the live undisguised angle of motion not hidden in design ornamentation&lt;br /&gt; stripped-down to key elements down to basics and motion maybe a touch of color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duchamp :  dynamic movement: reductionism stripping down to essentials than play with essentials, manipulate dimension , manipulate proportion , show materials , curves , planes , lines, basic structure of the chair, bicycle wheel on stool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Chirico : anxiety/creativity juxtaposing arranging unmeasurable things activating change ,  expressive motion and change Dynamizing objects by association, &lt;br /&gt;expressively dynamic , get to emotional fundamentals , emotional basics , not always clear what's happening , recognition of physical dynamic , emotional dynamic , modernizing the object . The guitar has an inherent dynamic, curves, strings made to be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary process/secondary process &lt;br /&gt;Irrational fantasy: primary &lt;br /&gt;Articulate it: secondary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condensation of primary process on the secondary level &lt;br /&gt;Bring it into intelligible way, &lt;br /&gt;talk about a fantasy dream ,&lt;br /&gt;Traditional art structure/figure ground/signs of body/Red Green complementary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali said he wanted to make hand painted photos of his fantasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary process allows me to stay in control?      Another murder!   Another airplane down!   Should I be enraged? &lt;br /&gt; But the paper prints that in a secondary process of rational framework so I have control. Primary deals with the insanity _ secondary gives us ego control .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerrit Rietveld &lt;br /&gt;Dutch :1888-1964 &lt;br /&gt;Red Blue Chair : 1923  &lt;br /&gt;Painted Wood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Duchamp &lt;br /&gt;American: born France 1887-1968 &lt;br /&gt;Bicycle Wheel : 1951&lt;br /&gt;Third version - after lost original of 1913 &lt;br /&gt;Assemblage: metal wheel mounted on painted wood stool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giergio De Chirico&lt;br /&gt;Italian : born Greece  1888-1978&lt;br /&gt;Song of Love : 1914&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gebrüder Thonet&lt;br /&gt;Austrian :1853&lt;br /&gt;Side Chair : c.1876&lt;br /&gt;Manufactured after 1918&lt;br /&gt;Bent wood and stamped seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter  Behrens&lt;br /&gt;German : 1868-1940&lt;br /&gt;Fan "GB1" :  c.1908&lt;br /&gt;Painted cast iron and brass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasimir Malevich&lt;br /&gt;Russian : born will Ukraine 1878-1935&lt;br /&gt;Supramatist Composition&lt;br /&gt;White on White : 1918&lt;br /&gt;Oil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;br /&gt;Spanish : 1881-1973&lt;br /&gt;Guitar : 1912-13&lt;br /&gt;Construction ofsheetmetal and wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet seems to be acting, receives ghost, from confusion to lucidity and then what? Madness ? His mother and uncle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Window : copyright Rose Selavy 1920 : aqua french doors with&lt;br /&gt;black paper windows, paint, fractal cracking, reflection of you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksader Rodchenko&lt;br /&gt;Non objective painting&lt;br /&gt;Black on Black&lt;br /&gt;But when painting becomes an object thought becomes object .&lt;br /&gt;Logo - advertising the object / object posters :   marriage the image in a color field plane with logo and type . the type and the thing become one in the mind. The things of art employed to isolate, name, and dipict the object and thereby create it as thing in the mind of consumers. Still lifes function to do the same without selling the object; they become the object for sale. MOMA places them in a nice new wood frame $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass Object case holding in space objects that twist and turn notions of object as image, Thing , carrier, displacer - utilitarian - thought idea form shape meaning to our actions. Modernism is comfort with one's surroundings a mastery over the primary forms in nature, utilized to express our ability to come to terms with our physicality and the physicality of space that we occupy/are occupied by. Point, line , plane , volume chair . standing in front of Frank Lloyd Wright's 'clear story windows ' and &lt;br /&gt;Piet Mondrian's 'composition c'  - look to the left - chairs - right- Duchamp/Rodchenko&lt;br /&gt;Objects of harmony the room the rectangled floor undulating in variations of wood grain Hue- snow frosted windows held by black steel lines in receding cubed cut out of Wall -&lt;br /&gt;Rectangles, squares, benches, light tracks on ceiling parallel vertical space dissected and ordered- warm with a side of salt and honey - Francis Picabia/ANE-ASS&lt;br /&gt;Spark plug / for ever , portrait of an American girl in a state of nudity &lt;br /&gt;Lightbulb split flirt to divorce American girl ship's propeller. Fractal- endless column &lt;br /&gt;Brancusi-&lt;br /&gt;Louis Henry Sullivan -" the architect's task claimed was to impart to the passive materials a subjective or spiritual human quality which will make them live ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star in heaven composed of lines whose corner connects to a string sent to earth where a spindle in the hands of a young kite enthusiast unravels more .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: collage &lt;br /&gt;Intro _ Cezanne&lt;br /&gt;Cubism : Picasso , Braque, Gris&lt;br /&gt;Surrealism : absolute  : Arp&lt;br /&gt;                   veristic : Max Ernst &lt;br /&gt;DaDa : Kurt Schwitters &lt;br /&gt;+ Romare Bearden , Debuffet , Red Grooms well -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architectonic: composed like architecture &lt;br /&gt;Absolute surreal = Jung- universal archetype forms (Hanz Arp -Joan Miro)&lt;br /&gt;Veristic = for truth ( Latin )&lt;br /&gt;Freud( Ernst - Dali ) fifth dimension .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520647135448731?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520647135448731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520647135448731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520647135448731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520647135448731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/people-and-things-to-know-about-from.html' title='People and Things to Know about: (From Art School)'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520623971311512</id><published>2006-04-16T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:29:11.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I write this? Did You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/mixbeads3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/mixbeads3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the merits of silly-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silliness silliness silliness silence is a dirty barfly such contrived &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonsense in a jelly jar I cannot find that silliness burbling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violently to the dirty dancing arythmia bum bum bum bum boom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the twist peel the carrots and bear left.  What silliness is there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left on this earth?   Those swivel hips we must remain serious.  Warming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up for winter girth......control pills and penicillin should not be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken simultaneously on an empty stomach books and music and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more my bum is sore woolen pants leisure suit of the blizzard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connection hey, at least it's not cold out, eh?  Stuck in the business &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply mail I must dwell on my barstool vodka drool so many &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;characters yet not on antibiotics antifreeze stringcheese -wow, she's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhymin'- eeeeeooo I'm silly nowand don't you just like it, I've got &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer you like it........Back crack I've got those bright red cuffs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'awl flaming to see the eucalyptus ballroom cha-cha leaning to the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with the danish girlfriend in India -hey there- brain steams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charcoal stain on my bed inflating my wetdreams Bubba got the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cosmos now in this violett hoe-down yo now, can't say I have, now I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this crack in my ass just wide enough to pas gas in this desert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storm shelter #62409, I remembered my voicemail numberjust to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realize well nevermind there's another juice bar nearby I can hear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the green hornet sigh what is all this rhyming stuff can't get enough in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po-land here I am here I am driving a Mactruck through the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continental divide lost in central Illinois What? ill noise wow so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I go steady now kissing the elusive chocolate cow...how many &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow me? Writing with the uniball from the frigidaire perspective &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shot I can feel the hamhock now raisins and beans machinegun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams of vietnam at age six in early '87 they're claiming my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wood pile and refuse to leave by means of the tv recurrng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightmare #2: "valium fitness". ooo I don't want to be like you..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illiness is wearing thin I am hanging on a bikini string gummi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bears glazed pears twisting puppylike in the stairwell oh hell, I love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, do you?  Places are not existent when it comes to non-equity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loans I feel my butter coming up you are my mushroom trip you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are so bored in your okra spacesuit trample out of doors on a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moonlit night you are so full you are so full of the seriousness of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life so stop!  Submachines of couture-culture: I am the dirty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vulture that bears you home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15721586-114520623971311512?l=surfacewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/feeds/114520623971311512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15721586&amp;postID=114520623971311512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520623971311512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15721586/posts/default/114520623971311512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfacewords.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-i-write-this-did-you.html' title='Did I write this? Did You?'/><author><name>surfacebeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09659096674675437193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.surfaceofearth.org/images/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15721586.post-114520563124306779</id><published>2006-04-16T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:36:47.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/1600/motherchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5494/1444/400/motherchild.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense : &lt;br /&gt;medicalization ; certain problem [deviant behavior] +  natural life &lt;br /&gt; processes [defined as a medical problem requiring medication] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmaceutical companies /dictates , physicians /dictates, laypeople/dictates, &lt;br /&gt;drug addict /excuse. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Three levels: &lt;br /&gt;conceptual level _ using medical vocabulary to define a problem. &lt;br /&gt;Institutional level _ institutions adopt a particular medicalization &lt;br /&gt;Interactional level _ administration of drugs _ diagnosis &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Process of determining medicalization &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1_ definition of the behavior as deviant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2_ Prospecting = medical discovery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3_ Claims making &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4_ legitimacy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5_ institutionalization.        [note:  Jellniek; Stage model of alcoholism] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open minded   not blinded  third E Y E lid lifts . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients in sun screen _ P B S A _ (2 phenylbenzimidazol-5 sulfonic acid)&lt;br /&gt;With Metal Bands And It Is All Symphonic Acid Gwen. Combined With Synthetic DNA And Exposed To Sunlight Causes DNA Damage &lt;br /&gt;Other Ingredients: Padded Make Low And Titanium Oxide Rodney &lt;br /&gt;                            (Padimate-o )                                     ( Check Spelling Brief Breathe)&lt;br /&gt;Is The Statement Of _ Control = Security _ The Same As Social Control &lt;br /&gt;I Believe That It Is In The Context Of Why And How We Behave Psychologically In A Social Arena. There Is An Impulse For Survival Or Rather The Security Of Assurance That We Will Survive On A Personal As Well As Collective Level. The Methods For Insuring This Are The Same, Taught By Society, Agreed Environment For That Survival Is Preserved, We Are Body Of Contradictions. This Functions For Most Because They Live a Life With Little Deviation Their Process And Product Is In Step With The Whole Role. But Those To Express Different Interests Will Inevitably Need To Alter Or Change The Environment To Suit That Survival Hoops With All Caps UNE SEMAINE DE BONTé A Sir Realistic Novel In Collage By Max Ernst. The End Delusion Dog With Sea Urchin Caskets Kiss Kiss Repeat Kiss Dolly Body Politic Salvador Dali The Back Dog Died D.A. D.A. H.P. Printed Epson Got Chemically Calibrated The Bay Got, Flash Spin L. 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