Below are the most recent 7 friends' journal entries.

Saturday, December 19th, 2009
minniethemoocha	12:06a	Bourbon! The musical So it is snowing like a motherfucker here and I am home being a productive citizen all listening to 10 year old techno on the college ass radio here. Check it out: ( MT. DISHMORE IS CONQUERED ) This is kind of a big deal, since I have been fighting the doldrums hard for about a month or two and at some point I'm like, "I'm out of forks. Wait! Look at all these dirty dishes! Did I cook Thanksgiving dinner and forget? No, I'm just a SHAMBLES." Anyway, in accordance with tonight's procedures of TCB, I decided to turn all my existing vegetables into soup so that they don't go bad whilst I am in DC for a week (IN THE EVENT that the roads are cleared and I can get there). ( VOILA ) I don't like the angle of the knife in this picture, but the cabbage and the reflection from the water looked better. Oh, and also here is a piece of my kitchen altar 3D collage: ( press here for ancestor luv ) Reindeer girl picture from Grandma C. and photo of glamour-puss Grammy, aged 85 in that pic. She is such a babe. Curious about purejuice's Old Babe assessment. Gma has always had DIFFICULT hair and she perms it. Has since the 70s. The past century's, not hers. So, the soup is decent but needs more broth presence so miso and more spices it is. Acorn squash, onion, garlic, cabbage, celery, quinoa, rosemary, thyme, tarragon, sage, white and black pepper, hijiki, locally brewed hot sauce. I should add the spinach tomorrow. In conclusion, SOMEBODY thought he wanted to go out, but thought better of it. ( OH NOEZ! ) (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 18th, 2009
ihatepeoplealot	1:56a	hierarchy of soul if you ponder on the universe you'll note that in nature there are very few hierarchies. Even in the realm of living things science shows us that no one is better than any other. Hunter today, rotting carcass tomorrow. And when our entrails hang to the floor from holes in our bodies, what do you think all our efforts mean? Boss, president, slave, general, bum. These are words, yes, and we use them with rather frequent meaning, but their existence is arbitrary. For various historical reasons our bosses tell us what to do, and can fire us, or change our responsibilities, but what if instead our boss could kill us? In recorded history it was often "political" leaders who set rules and decided when it was appropriate to kill people, but can you possibly imagine that perhaps our lives were in part attached to whatever livelihood our bosses gave to us? While killing a slave may have been illegal in the antebellum south, it certainly was not an issue for Egyptians, and many other cultures. And it's in part because in our own history that we can find so many instances of similar characteristics given to such divergent and even supposedly morally opposing positions that I conclude that both the characteristics and the positions are arbitrary, and themselves simply the display of chronology in action. How am I supposed to take that seriously? Am I mentally ill because I think reality a waking dream? The average card carrying member of society is also a life paying contributor to some worthy cause like pop music or self-help. What about self-discipline, and personal criticism. When's the last time you bothered to analyze yourself, rather than simply wallowing in the pond scums of sadness and hate. Do you even know who you are. Do you know celebrities better than you know yourself? Or perhaps you are more like celebrities than an own self. And mind you--when I mention celebrities I should rather use the word "idol" because of its significance in religion. The muslims knew this one well, as perhaps some do today. You need not personally acknowledge fealty to be an idolater. And you need not rig a temple in your house. Your body and mind become temples to false gods whenever you live the mindless life, the unconsidered existence. This rant, as usual, brought to you by your good friends. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
minniethemoocha	10:04p	Deteriorata The following poem was not found in an old Baltimore church (actually, Zy just played it on the radio). You are a fluke Of the universe. You have no right to be here..... Deteriorata! Deteriorata! Go placidly Amid the noise and waste. And remember what comfort there may be In owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive persons Unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself And heed well their advice, Even though they be turkeys. Know what to kiss.....and when. Consider that two wrongs never make a right But that THREE.........do. Wherever possible, put people on hold. Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment And despite the changing fortunes of time, There is always a big future in computer maintenance. You are a fluke Of the universe. You have no right to be here. And whether you can hear it or not The universe is laughing behind your back. Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate. Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI. Exercise caution in your daily affairs, Especially with those persons closest to you. That lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls Would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love therefore; It will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth: The birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan And let not the sands of time Get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks. For a good time call 606-4311; Ask for "Ken." Take heart amid the deepening gloom That your dog is finally getting enough cheese. And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot It could only be worse in Milwaukee. You are a fluke Of the universe. You have no right to be here. And whether you can hear it or not The universe is laughing behind your back. Therefore, make peace with your god Whatever you conceive him to be--- Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal The world continues to deteriorate. GIVE UP! You are a fluke Of the universe. You have no right to be here. And whether you can hear it or not The universe is laughing behind your back. Performed by National Lampoon on "National Lampoon Radio Dinner," a 1972 recording by Blue Thumb Records. Lyrics by Tony Hendra. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 13th, 2009
minniethemoocha	11:17p	St. Lucy's This is not a sad song because everyone involved is still alive. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
ihatepeoplealot	3:28p	I gave up on politics a while ago I realized the content of politics was primarily arbitrary. No reason to support one side or another except personal whim. And the same goes for the majority of belief content. People believe things because they feel like it and this leads us through human history. -- I thought some this week on how History is taught. With an emphasis on historical details (events) rather than chronological evolution of beliefs, so many are robbed of the great benefit history can serve to all, not only to better understand why circumstances are as such today, but also gives insight to why actors in "power" make the decisions they do. I don't like grand conspiracy theories about shadow governments and new world orders. I greatly enjoy the saying, (paraphrased:) contribute not to malice that which could be better explained by stupidity. If Bush was so stupid, and and the world leaders so stupid, how do you suggest they're smart enough to be part of some secret cabal of cultural design. The whole Congress conspires to keep this a secret? Or are they somehow ALL out of the loop, even though they work[ed] with the people in power before/during/after their roles in the executive branch. I just don't see the evidence for it. People talk about cryptic societies established hundreds of years ago (Mason) whose lineage works to this day to maintain control of power in the world. I forget, are the Mason's jews? Or did they create the holocaust? Because a lot of people also say that Jewish bankers control the world. where do people get these bigoted, simple minded explanations for how reality works? Despite having graduated from prestigious schools, and successful careers, most President were not all that special as far as human beings go. Circumstances were such that they became President, they did what they wanted, and certainly have their personal rationalizations or explanations. But some people are just out of their chairs. Cheney was a member of a think tank called "Project for a New American Century" before he was Vice President; A neo-conservative think tank which recommended invading and restructuring the middle east to make it more manageable in the future when oil issues arise. Despite this clear explanation as to why George Bush wanted to Invade Iraq under false pretenses, conspiracy theorists say "it's more complicated than that." Really? Are you going to say William F. Buckley was really pushing an NWO agenda when justifying vietnam? I'm done with this. (Comment on this)
ihatepeoplealot	2:12p	They've been telling us well since before birth to "find the one you love, your soul mate" and then happiness. Bullshit. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 10th, 2009
minniethemoocha	5:56p	Eat your words but don't go hungry Words have nearly always hung me Did writing stop being important? It must have, because my paper journal dried up too. Ideas? It's hard enough to have a conversation that means something with a friend in person or on the phone. Aphasia. Diffidence. LJ started feeling simultaneously too public and too intimate. There are a bunch of private entries behind this one, posts I started and didn't finish, or posts I finished but didn't want to share. The last amusing post I made was ages ago. I was feeling raconteurish and then later it just seemed dumb, sordid and not worth recalling. Then I look at bloggers like Eric Francis or Susie Bright or friends like Amelia or Juice or Song who just WRITE, and they give it to the world, and I sort of kind of used to do that. Then I stopped knowing what on earth I wanted to say and why on earth I would want to write it down. Well, that's stupid. I'm making excuses when truthfully I've been hiding and letting myself get slack. LJ isn't for slackers. No one I know who posts counts as one of those. I'm writing at home now on a beatup laptop with a screen that doesn't work too well. It's an irritation, but one I can get beyond if I really feel like it. At some point I'm supposed to get a new one from my new job, one that I can really carry around. There are things to talk about. But since I can't really start at the beginning, I'll have to start where things are. (32 Comments |Comment on this)