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LA quake - "shaken but not stirred" according to reports - I've felt that way myself from time to time.
The U.S. Geological Survey has an Earthquake Hazards program that is broken down into differing informational areas. One of those is entitled "Earthquakes for Kids"
Underground thunderstorms.
Atlantis went down in an earthquake. Nothing like a wow finish.
Tension caused by movement hampered by restricted space among a bewildering web of other relationships.
Tori Amos - "Little Earthquakes"
The fault plane of sex is called love in the land of convergent boundaries often resulting in stick/slip behavior. Elastic-rebound theory comes into play in most cases. Then there are the divergent boundaries to deal with coping the meanwhile with the strain of seismic waves and the heat generated by friction.
Everything is erotic. From earthquakes to toes.
Mile Marker Zion
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still.trucking
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I have changed my mind mingo. I agree with you now. You ever stuck a nail in an apple? It's what the Bible is all about.
Where's all this money gonna come from that's gonna save us ? Thin air, ya think?
The last free people to inhabit this country were the indigenous ones.
I hear the President is going for peace in the Middle East. Just when I was hoping this one might know & understand the limits of intelligence.
It seems that the towers coming down to dust & rubble was a lesson lost on us about peace in the Middle East. We used that moment of enlightenment as an excuse to push our heads even further up our anal canals. We must like it up in there.
The righteous move would be to arm both sides to the teeth then step back. Let them really go for it. For all the marbles. Last man standing wins and gets to be king of the ruins.
I always refuse stupidity myself except when it gets mixed up with something I desire with "all my heart." You begin to compromise principles you never had in the first place & the fun really begins.
God how did I get off on this? Well, I never do know where these things are gonna go in the first place. Anyways ...
Spent the weekend up on Tug Hill plateau doing the Jeep thing. When I leave this world I want to be on a trail in the woods in my Jeep. I'm gonna marry my Jeep. Her name is Vera.
Where's all this money gonna come from that's gonna save us ? Thin air, ya think?
The last free people to inhabit this country were the indigenous ones.
I hear the President is going for peace in the Middle East. Just when I was hoping this one might know & understand the limits of intelligence.
It seems that the towers coming down to dust & rubble was a lesson lost on us about peace in the Middle East. We used that moment of enlightenment as an excuse to push our heads even further up our anal canals. We must like it up in there.
The righteous move would be to arm both sides to the teeth then step back. Let them really go for it. For all the marbles. Last man standing wins and gets to be king of the ruins.
I always refuse stupidity myself except when it gets mixed up with something I desire with "all my heart." You begin to compromise principles you never had in the first place & the fun really begins.
God how did I get off on this? Well, I never do know where these things are gonna go in the first place. Anyways ...
Spent the weekend up on Tug Hill plateau doing the Jeep thing. When I leave this world I want to be on a trail in the woods in my Jeep. I'm gonna marry my Jeep. Her name is Vera.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Hey Jack, I just listened to that song on the vid you posted on your log yesterday. I love that guy John Prine. He's got a good grasp on his wild child. The songs of his are always bullshitless & fun. With Iris D. as added attraction. It don't get any better than that. BIG THANKS to you for posting it.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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still.trucking
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"Crazy Horse arrived late at the Reno fight because of his lengthy incantations to invoke the spiritual powers for both himself & his pony. These rites took so much time that the young men of his soldier's lodge could hardly restrain their impatience with the delay. Nonetheless, Crazy Horse was instrumental in the destruction of Capt. Keogh's company by breaking the soldiers' line in two after making several mounted charges.
He was reverently called "Our Brave Man" by members of his tribe, while other Lakotas remembered his charisma during the fight, stating that everyone became brave when Crazy Horse appeared on the battlefield."
Indian Views of the Custer Fight
A Source Book
Richard G. Hardorff
I don't know why I am thinking about that day, June 25,1876, on this day, May 20, 2009. It is called "Custer's Last Stand" but that is wrong. It was the last stand of Sitting Bull & Crazy Horse truth be told. The last stand of the great & proud Lakota Nation. The last stand of the last unreconstructed longhairs to roam the grasslands. After this came the unendurable sadness & hopeless wailing of the Ghost Dancer.
We do not need to roam the world for righteousness or cheap thrills (whichever comes first) we have plenty of skeletons right here to home.
Drive on, Rommel, drive on...(with apologies to Richard Brautigan, R.I.P.)
He was reverently called "Our Brave Man" by members of his tribe, while other Lakotas remembered his charisma during the fight, stating that everyone became brave when Crazy Horse appeared on the battlefield."
Indian Views of the Custer Fight
A Source Book
Richard G. Hardorff
I don't know why I am thinking about that day, June 25,1876, on this day, May 20, 2009. It is called "Custer's Last Stand" but that is wrong. It was the last stand of Sitting Bull & Crazy Horse truth be told. The last stand of the great & proud Lakota Nation. The last stand of the last unreconstructed longhairs to roam the grasslands. After this came the unendurable sadness & hopeless wailing of the Ghost Dancer.
We do not need to roam the world for righteousness or cheap thrills (whichever comes first) we have plenty of skeletons right here to home.
Drive on, Rommel, drive on...(with apologies to Richard Brautigan, R.I.P.)
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
I wonder 'bout all the frogs
down in the swamp
why are they here?
what do they want?
The day of the peepers has come & gone. The season of the bullfrog is here.
A bullfrog will eat anything it can overpower and stuff down its throat. You don't want to be smaller than a bullfrog. Or even the same size. In fact if you lived in a swamp full of bullfrogs the safest thing to be would be a stone.
Ribbit.
down in the swamp
why are they here?
what do they want?
The day of the peepers has come & gone. The season of the bullfrog is here.
A bullfrog will eat anything it can overpower and stuff down its throat. You don't want to be smaller than a bullfrog. Or even the same size. In fact if you lived in a swamp full of bullfrogs the safest thing to be would be a stone.
Ribbit.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Where there are humans
You'll find flies,
And Buddhas
Kobayashi Issa
Birds sing to mark their territory. They sing first then they eat.
Between one moment and the the next you can find yourself listening to traffic approach & recede while staring at patterns of sunlight on the grass. Throw in a memory that comes on the wind & call it "my house."
I've got to put some socks on because it is colder at floor level than at the height of my eyes.
Everywhere I look people are doing things. It's a busy world. We even work in our dreams. Doing doing doing.
It's time to eat wheat toast. Hopefully I can, by the waving of my hand, keep the flies off of it before it reaches my own mouth. The world is a mouth. A big, big mouth. Always opening & closing and opening again. Busy busy busy.
You'll find flies,
And Buddhas
Kobayashi Issa
Birds sing to mark their territory. They sing first then they eat.
Between one moment and the the next you can find yourself listening to traffic approach & recede while staring at patterns of sunlight on the grass. Throw in a memory that comes on the wind & call it "my house."
I've got to put some socks on because it is colder at floor level than at the height of my eyes.
Everywhere I look people are doing things. It's a busy world. We even work in our dreams. Doing doing doing.
It's time to eat wheat toast. Hopefully I can, by the waving of my hand, keep the flies off of it before it reaches my own mouth. The world is a mouth. A big, big mouth. Always opening & closing and opening again. Busy busy busy.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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still.trucking
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- Joined: May 9th, 2009, 12:56 am
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Easy image on my mind
That land befefore the whites came
Thinking of the movie Jeremiah Johnson
I wonder if the Sioux ever wondered where the hell all these Europeans were coming from?
I am first generation from that wretched refuse of that teeming shore.
My family would not be here if not for a German Baron who had compassion on us peasants, He saw the writting on the wall, and what was goint to come down on the peasant Jews of Eastern Europe.
I don't know what will bring peace to the middle east. I just don't know mingo.
Peace will come when everyone has enough nuclear weapons I suppose. I give up trying to figure it out.
My thoughts are so bizzare. e.g.
If we stick a nail in an apple would it make the Lakota holy ground Biblical Land?
Jeremiah was a bullfrog
singing joy to the world
I will make my stand with Chief Joseph.
It is all Biblical Land to me.
That land befefore the whites came
Thinking of the movie Jeremiah Johnson
I wonder if the Sioux ever wondered where the hell all these Europeans were coming from?
I am first generation from that wretched refuse of that teeming shore.
My family would not be here if not for a German Baron who had compassion on us peasants, He saw the writting on the wall, and what was goint to come down on the peasant Jews of Eastern Europe.
I don't know what will bring peace to the middle east. I just don't know mingo.
Peace will come when everyone has enough nuclear weapons I suppose. I give up trying to figure it out.
My thoughts are so bizzare. e.g.
If we stick a nail in an apple would it make the Lakota holy ground Biblical Land?
Jeremiah was a bullfrog
singing joy to the world
I will make my stand with Chief Joseph.
It is all Biblical Land to me.
At this moment there is an ant making an inspection of my keyboard. This ant is the scout of a nearby colony. The eyes and antenna of that colony. If I were to say that this ant was an individual it would only show the limits of my perceptions and how powerful those perceptions, and limits, are. The truth is there is no such thing as an individual ant. There is only the colony. There are many daring & exciting journeys one could make from this point but I have not had enough coffee yet.
I just read a short but keenly interesting article about cave art. Apparently in more than one location where cave art is found is found also small bone flutes. The question that was presented by the writer of the article is why? Another aspect of that question was the significance of finding these bone flutes precisely in the locations to best take advantage of the echo effects presented by the cave itself. It seems the possibility is raised that cave art is primarily positioned by acoustics more than anything else. It's exciting stuff but again, I have not had enough coffee yet to run with this. I hope to get back to it.
I have just finished watching three back-to-back episodes of Boston Legal. It may be that entertainment value may be the prime motivator for many of our behaviors. I have enough coffee in me now to get deeper into this but I must attend to the needs of a full bladder fully cognizant of the fact that if Mark Twain had not existed we would have had to invent him.
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Anyways ...
I just read a short but keenly interesting article about cave art. Apparently in more than one location where cave art is found is found also small bone flutes. The question that was presented by the writer of the article is why? Another aspect of that question was the significance of finding these bone flutes precisely in the locations to best take advantage of the echo effects presented by the cave itself. It seems the possibility is raised that cave art is primarily positioned by acoustics more than anything else. It's exciting stuff but again, I have not had enough coffee yet to run with this. I hope to get back to it.
I have just finished watching three back-to-back episodes of Boston Legal. It may be that entertainment value may be the prime motivator for many of our behaviors. I have enough coffee in me now to get deeper into this but I must attend to the needs of a full bladder fully cognizant of the fact that if Mark Twain had not existed we would have had to invent him.
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Anyways ...
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Window - a hole in a wall. An eye-door. Clever.
My shoes have the enduring quality of staying in the place where I removed them. They never go wandering off by themselves.
Peace is a word often given to clever usage. An example of this being the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois). The word for peace in their languages means, literally, "no strangers" ....
Soldiers never dream up wars.
The lilac blooms outside my window have faded past their prime. Yet their place in the present scheme of things is not finished. What remains for them in the next few days is for the rain to beat them to the ground or for the wind to blow them there into the open & non-discriminatory digestive systems of the worms. After the feeding of the five thousand Jesus told his disciples to gather up the leftovers. The documents report that he said to them; "Let nothing be wasted."
Now, what the hell did I do with my shoes?
Anyways ...
My shoes have the enduring quality of staying in the place where I removed them. They never go wandering off by themselves.
Peace is a word often given to clever usage. An example of this being the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois). The word for peace in their languages means, literally, "no strangers" ....
Soldiers never dream up wars.
The lilac blooms outside my window have faded past their prime. Yet their place in the present scheme of things is not finished. What remains for them in the next few days is for the rain to beat them to the ground or for the wind to blow them there into the open & non-discriminatory digestive systems of the worms. After the feeding of the five thousand Jesus told his disciples to gather up the leftovers. The documents report that he said to them; "Let nothing be wasted."
Now, what the hell did I do with my shoes?
Anyways ...
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
The invention of Viagra spawned a proliferation of drugs to cure limp or aging dicks.
70 years of cancer research has yet to produce a cure. For years now it has been possible for someone dying from colon cancer to pop a pill for a good stiff boner. Can someone say priorities ? Or Amen ? Anyone ?
From it's first diagnosis to death cancer has been made an incredibly expensive proposition. Should a cure be effected millions upon millions upon millions of dollars would cease to flow to doctors, hospitals, medical institutions, insurance companies,
research institutes, drug makers, all the way to the undertaker. The truth is this disease, in all it's forms, generates cash for everyone except the stricken, the one who is going to die in agony.
On a lighter note ... wait, there is no lighter note.
Anyways ...
70 years of cancer research has yet to produce a cure. For years now it has been possible for someone dying from colon cancer to pop a pill for a good stiff boner. Can someone say priorities ? Or Amen ? Anyone ?
From it's first diagnosis to death cancer has been made an incredibly expensive proposition. Should a cure be effected millions upon millions upon millions of dollars would cease to flow to doctors, hospitals, medical institutions, insurance companies,
research institutes, drug makers, all the way to the undertaker. The truth is this disease, in all it's forms, generates cash for everyone except the stricken, the one who is going to die in agony.
On a lighter note ... wait, there is no lighter note.
Anyways ...
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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still.trucking
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A wild ride since leaving west virginia
I trudged upon your keyboard looking for the truth
that there are no rugged individualists except for american warriors
mingo wrote
"there is no bright side"
Peace equals no strangers, I like that a lot. It sounds like a solution to me. All we got to is eliminate strangers.
This has been a difficult month for me mingo
I just about lost the meaning of peace
but that happens every year around this time.
Memorial Day for me is always traumatic. Makes me feel like a stranger in my own country. Even if I am a four f hippy conscientious objector.
About the only peace I can write about anymore is making peace with that god of my mothers before me
I watched her find her peace with that tribal god of her mothers before her. and I believe I have too but time will tell.
Then we went to windows, "openings", I like that word it has a Quaker sound to it.
and then I made a side trip into cancer and erectile dysfunction. both have given me thoughts of suicide.
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but I live in a a world of musicians artists and poets
thank G d
and I cling to life because it is so beautiful
The Mingo wrote:
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thanks for the mingo lingo
and the picture I been looking at it for days
it has been a fine analgesic for me.
I trudged upon your keyboard looking for the truth
that there are no rugged individualists except for american warriors
mingo wrote
"there is no bright side"
Peace equals no strangers, I like that a lot. It sounds like a solution to me. All we got to is eliminate strangers.
This has been a difficult month for me mingo
I just about lost the meaning of peace
but that happens every year around this time.
Memorial Day for me is always traumatic. Makes me feel like a stranger in my own country. Even if I am a four f hippy conscientious objector.
About the only peace I can write about anymore is making peace with that god of my mothers before me
I watched her find her peace with that tribal god of her mothers before her. and I believe I have too but time will tell.
Then we went to windows, "openings", I like that word it has a Quaker sound to it.
and then I made a side trip into cancer and erectile dysfunction. both have given me thoughts of suicide.
.
but I live in a a world of musicians artists and poets
thank G d
and I cling to life because it is so beautiful
The Mingo wrote:
,... ya know there are writers & creators & reporters & revealers. The greatest of these are those who reveal, things about themselves, about the world around them, about the people in it.
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thanks for the mingo lingo
and the picture I been looking at it for days
it has been a fine analgesic for me.
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