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red beans & rice after a long day of bench making -Monday night in Nola

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This is what a lightning strike looks like from space.

[Image: NASA]

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to be entangled like seaweed with you

if not with our limbs, then what?

with our minds, our souls, our hearts?

We are already as the kelp, the kombu, the mung, the seagrasses that tickle our legs grasping as we cut through black water, clinging as we float above, creating shadows that hearken sharks and foreboding.

it's just natural, just nature's presence

a reminder that it's not just the lunar man, the mother earth, the water god, and us.

The curves of our celestial bodies turn us upside down and the only roots we have are delicately grounded in ever-shifting sands.

What of it? What of the salt, the freshwater? the waves, the calm, the tides? the pull...the waxing, the waning...

You are not my moon.

I am not your sun and stars.

And that, that, is as real as the innocuous eel grass.

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While the body is not the goal of a life devoted to Truth, it is the foundation.

Ayurvedic healing

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Exuberant toasting is crucial, too. "Budmo," loosely translated as "Let us be forever!" is roughly equivalent to "cheers."

"Hurts So Good" by Rosie Schaap, The New York Times Magazine, July 8, 2012

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"Loving is supporting another's growth, learning, and spiritual unfolding.... Often people seem to see love as a limited commodity, like a cake to be cut. If I get a big slice, someone else gets a smaller one. There's a better way to visualize it. How about imaging love as a handful of balloons each filled with a special love for a particular person, individual, made to measure, a perfect fit. I can hold many, many balloons in my hand at once and everyone I love can have one. Not only that, but each unique and exquisite balloon can remain full, no matter how many balloons I'm holding. And if I'm not physically with someone, I can still be holding their balloon. I can gaze at it, relishing its beauty and think of that person and the love flows between us as though we were together. Even if we never see each other or share time together again, their balloon can remain filled with all the things we shared, the mutual appreciation we've felt and the joy of the memory of the quality time we've had together. There's no need to be afraid that one one else can ever have their share. "

p. 136, The 7 Healing Chakras, Brenda Davies, MD

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If people are busy living out myths you don't like, leave them to it.

samuel r. delaney, Dhalgren

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The Best Roommates

-115 Reasons why we Love Buffy The Vampire Slayer

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what happens to a society when mystery is labeled as evil? it yields an ever-connected chain of false labels and misinterpretations the indigenous are labeled as savage terrorists and plotted against the open-hearted are manipulated into slavery the vulnerable are penetrated by force of law citizens where is your allegiance? why do you pledge with a covered heart when it needs to be opened? why do you bear arms with balled fists and closed palms? why do you call yourself a patriot (pater: fr. Latin. meaning father) when your greatest love has always been for your mother? this loaded phallus has becum the prevailing metaphor of the day you've spent your chi on cheap versions of the virgin you've worshipped loopholes in a story and war shipped mythic men to glory if in god's image then your god's a plastic surgeon a tyrannic dictator a coward behind a curtain with a megaphone an aging oil tycoon on viagra ramming his plow into the earth turning up disease and disaster out of an ever-dying womb you will become her cyclical sacrament menstrual minstrels footing your own bill of right left right marching blindly into a moonless night another dimension where children use chalk on the sidewalk tracing their bodies for the precriminal investigation of their paternal inheritance: murder! men in uniform take note love refuses to take cover the cloaked enchantress of your faith now prevails if you refuse yourself and her then take the fire from your holster and *lend your breath* so that my love and i may sail ready aim Fire! water earth wind

,said the shotgun to the head, Saul Williams

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I like this.

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Hey There Mr Happy Squid

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Hers was a generation that would launch the Revolution, but which for the moment was turning blue for want of air. The generation reaching consciousness in a society that lacked any. The generation that despite the consensus that declared change impossible hankered for change all the same...It was like being at the bottom of an ocean, she said. There was no light and a whole ocean crushing down on you. But most people had gotten so used to it they thought it normal, they forgot even that there was a world above.

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz p. 81

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always learning:

In Marshallese, the common greeting is "Iokwe", which roughly means "You are a rainbow!"

Yarrow flower has the amazing healing power to stop bleeding. A tea made from these flowers also helps cramps.

In the Hawaiian language, "work" and "sacred" are the same word. You cannot say one without the other.

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Before yesterday’s Krewe du Vieux parade, I saw a cat enter a bar (Molly’s), plop itself up on a barstool and get served a drink. And that wasn’t even the strangest thing I saw last night.

YES!

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Treat your ears right. Listen to this album.