Bandit Notions

[the mingo]

The article about the bobcat did not speculate why the animal was trying to break into that prison.

[stilltrucking]

color me a dead cat cause I am so curious why that cat would go through all the trouble, all I can think of is it had the scent of a female.

Not likely though,

I am just a horny cat I supplose.

When the Ogallalla aquifier goes dry they say it is going to be bad, in the meantime I hear a lot on NPR about back yard survival gardens people growing their own food.

And the meantime we are watched over by corporations of loving kindness who are trying to control the seeds,

Monsanto for example

I have read that the proper study of anthropology is man, but I think it is woman.

How Art Made the World
Images dominate our lives. They tell us how to behave, even how to feel. They mould and define us. But why do these images, the pictures, symbols and the art we see around us every day, have such a powerful hold on us? The answer lies not here in our time but thousands of years ago. Because when our ancient ancestors first created the images that made sense of their world, they produced a visual legacy which has helped to shape our own.


In this series we'll be travelling around the globe, discovering the world's most stunning treasures. We'll see how the struggles of early artists led to the triumphs of the world's great civilisations. Our journey will take us through a hundred thousand years of history. We'll be witnessing some of the extraordinary ceremonies of the world's oldest artistic cultures. And we'll reveal how they unlock the deepest secrets of ancient art, We'll be hearing from the people who made these discoveries. And we'll be using science to uncover how thousands of years ago the human mind drove us to create astonishing images, You'll never look at our world the same way again, for this is the epic story of how we humans made art and how art made us human.

—Nigel Spivey's opening narration

[edit] Episode one: More Human Than Human...

The first episode asks why humans surround themselves with images of the body that are so unrealistic.[4][5]


The fact is people rarely create images of the body that are realistic. What's going on? Why is our world so dominated by images of the body that are so unrealistic?

—Nigel Spivey's opening narration

Dr. Spivey begins his investigation by travelling to Willendorf, where in 1908 by three Austrian archaeologists discovered of the Venus of Willendorf an 11 cm (4.3 in) high statuette of a female figure estimated to have been made between 24,000 and 22,000 BCE. Spivey travels to the Naturhistorisches Museum in Vienna to examine the Venus's grotesquely exaggerated breasts and abdomen, as well as its lack of arms and face, which shows the desire to exaggerate dates back to the very first images of the human body created by our ancestors. Spivey speculates that, The people who made this statue lived in a harsh ice-age environment where features of fatness and fertility would have been highly desirable, and several similar statuettes collectively referred to as Venus figurines show that this exaggerated body image continued for millennia.[6]

The Venus of Willendorf before and after the Neolithic Revolution
Time for another revolution I think
Time to get back to the garden this time we ought eat a peach not an apple
image source

[SadLuckDame]

I saw on a photo today a pair of doves inside a prison window and said something about that they were voluntary prisoners.

I want to know every single thing about survival, like gardening, identifying herbs and their uses, building a hide-away.

[stilltrucking]

I don't know what I will do if civilization collapses. I guess I will pray to Ceaser for bread and circuses.

I am grateful to have been giving this gift of life. I will just have to face G d's judgement when it comes.

[stilltrucking]

I think about that patriarchal god
and the coming shit storm.
Mingo wrote:

when the pipes back up that will be the end of cities. The Bible speaks to the Wrath of God quite a bit but not one word about sewage - humanity drowning in its own shit ...
sewage - the end of civilization -

And I can not think of one thing I can do to stop it.

Maybe it is time for that patriarchal god of the Jews, Christians, and Muslims to face the wrath of women.

[the mingo]

I read something somewhere to the effect that civilization is what men do with death. I can't remember who said that or what I was reading. I think it was something controversial and maybe a woman author to boot. The book was interesting be damned to be talking about it & can't even remember who wrote the damn thing. Camille Paglia? Maybe.

I've been hunting pterodactyls all morning - what the hell would I know? The author was very concerned with persona's. I remember that. Just don't remember how she connected it all up. She talked about Nefertiti too. That's how she began her spiel about persona - how the Egyptians presented the body in art. I was out in East Jesus at the time riding in a chopped model A roadster thing with a big motor with a kid at the wheel - I think it was something to do with saving Starman. The sun was bright and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, I remember that much real well. I did it because i was falling in love with the chick, you remember her? o god! ... I'm always falling in love with the chick. Main goal since I was young - most men my age have long since given up on that kind of thing but it is my doom it seems. I don't give much damn 'bout civilization except for the paleolithic - after that it got boring to me. Falling in love with the chick was a game what never lost it's luster for me. I mean I'm the police inspector in Casablanca, Louie, who says to Ricky, "I like to think you shot a man but that's just the romantic in me." Yeah.
Wait! I just heard the call of a pterodactyl...gotta go...the chick I'm currently falling in with just loves pterodactyl stew and I'm all for keeping the chicks happy don't ya know.
I don't know anything too much about the wrath of women. Far as this poor boy can tell it's the same old power play and politics spelled backwards and made into a persona, A minority gets vocal and writes the books but don't get much of a crowd even among their sisters that seem to be busy being chicks what looking for some good ol' good ol' to bring them pterodactyl for their stew. Sure, they could hunt it themselves but where would that get fun for them? Chicks have good heads on their shoulders about that kind of thing. God Bless 'Em.
Besides, Genghis Khan already showed us the true value of civilization, sure he got himself an empire but only because he liked being outside with the troops. He didn't die on no throne - hell no, he was out on campaign and had a heart attack or a fever or whatever, maybe indigestion, and fell off the back of his war pony to the earth and died.
He never wrote a single poem it's said but he certainly did live one.
Hell yeah, Mongolia!

[stilltrucking]

Hell Yeah the mingo.

[SadLuckDame]

Hell yeah Mongolia has pterodactyl meat stew.
I want, too!

[stilltrucking]

the wrath of women
"she had the maternal instincts of Medea"

hell bells there was a lot in that text box to go through but that not how I want to reply. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I like how you write, influences how I right, dame too, I got so many threads interwined with yours, almost as if we are all characters in a book.


I discovered a new toy today The Four Disangelists, I been going crazy on it.

Pagdaliolilliao something like that yeah a "public intellectual" it is a dirty job but some body got to do it.

Wrote one for dame called Paint it Brown, about shitty diapers.

I want a girl just like the girl that married poor old Agememnon.

Falling in love is so easy for me too, just like one of those old bronze cash registers I got a heart like.

Did it on litkicks and I did it here, almost lost a friend, but she says no, but she don't come here much anymore. It was like the Rape of the Lock, I wanted to remember what it felt like to be in love, not any love but first love, teen age mopey dopey love. That feeling of deflation and exhiliration when all that energy flows out of a body to another. All I want to do now is be a paperback writer, "have my stories grow up and get married and have novels"
Poor old jack trying to redeem himself as a writer.

Porn ain't all coming from Eastern Europe, I downloaded a driver one time and when I tried to load it my computer crashed with a message that said Fuck American Culture, it was signed Russian man.

I don't know what civilization/culture is anymore, I was like the chica in Memoires of an Ex Prom queen. I wanted to get the big picture in my head, now I just too distracted by it, just something we do, it is our exo-biological womb.

[SadLuckDame]

I watched a few youtubes today, one taught about building if stranded in the woods with no sleeping bag and how to make it out of spruce, how to make a long fire and to cut the first woods with pretty ribboning shapes.
With a long fire and having the build up off the ground, you could sleep in there without the need of a sleeping bag.

Watched another about building a shelter, maybe big enough for two, in the snow, by using the snow for insulation. Even the door to it is snow that is in a garbage bag and is ideal after it freezes in there. Start the shelter on bare ground and pile the snow on top on a tarp covering the wood build.

But, I haven't learned to garden. The trouble with me is that I have trouble growing gardens or keeping any plant alive. I've started a lot by seed and after they sprout little tiny green plants, the end up withering away.

[the mingo]

I know what you mean about the threads being intertwined like they are. Sometimes I come here and reread the threads and it's like following critter tracks in fresh snow. It's where someone comes in on an existing thread that fascinates me, probably due to my incipient schizophrenia, and i study what happens at those crossings. They are very much crossroads, people meet there & bring different energies to add to the energy that originated the thread in the first place and it's damn awesome what goes on. Like tonight, with the Doll mentioning building shelters in the woods. Put me in mind of certain Indian groups that moved from summer camps to winter camps and back again, following the seasons. Even got a couple of notions from it galloping around in my head nudging at stories and poems - hell, zoned out on it for about a quarter of an hour or so. The shit is just nuts and I enjoy it & how it will jump from one blog to another and back again and go round & round & up & down. Got a life of it's own is how I read the sign.

And, Dame, I'll bring ya fresh pterodactyl for your stew any time.

[still.trucking]

Watching Daniel Boone the old TV serries, the white guys are the bad guys, the Indians the good guys. I Think about how it was here in the 18th and early 19th century. A whole continent to despoil. Reading a book called the the four disangelists, Marx, Freud, Nietzsche and Darwin. He calls them the children of darkness. Book was written in 1947, the guy is talking about the catastrophe that befell us. Took me a minute to realize he was talking about world war two not where we are now.

I need to step away from this device I got it bad.

The powers that rule this world,

[SadLuckDame]

I mean if I can eat that stuff than I must be an almost Tyrannosaurus, don't ya think so, too. If I'm that then you must be an archeologists hanging onto my bones and having this huge building with all this stuffs to look at and find out about. When you cook pterodactyl stew, the whole world opens it's mouth.

[the mingo]

[the mingo]

People come up to ya with pockets full of politeness but I'm sure there is a scorecard in there somewhere. That ain't livin' - that's working.

I wake up in the morning and reach up and pat the house my brain lives in and go, there, there, that's a good boy.

Alligators speak in the colloquial but even they cannot staunch the flow of the years.
You would think living in water in all those swamps would have taught them something about the nature of flow but it's never happened. They just go around eating & sleeping & breeding. When they are ready for love they vibrate the water around them with sound waves. Puts ya in mind of the music scene among people.

My dog is dreaming at the moment. He's got his glucose on, his glitter is up and he's wearing goggles with super dark lenses - he must be dreaming of the sun.

The word "eclectic" means a gathering from many sources. That's what I am, an eclectic. A hunter-gatherer. Hello my ancestors! Face-to-face at last!
Welcome to the feast!

Well, the dead have no appetite but the living are hungry all the time. We are in the realm of words - might as well improve the time & make some language.