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facesex!!
[info]sshugo
Every day the helicopters seem to get closer and closer. Today there were two that flew right over our house. They were so close I could have throw my hatchet at them and dinged the paint job.... and then been stripped and detained and raped and beaten as would be the natural progression of things. I ran after them, pretending that Hugo and I scared them off. Maybe Hugo and I are on some national alert list now, teeth bared and hatchet to the sky.

Birds have built a nest on our house. The babies are THE CUTEST GODDAMN THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. They look like...... scared cotton balls.  I wish I could feed them eggplant and tell them stories. I saw the momma fly out of the nest today, pooping along the way. I felt a pang of envy in my bowels.

I wonder what the chances are of applesauce sales funding terrorism.

Tomorrow there is a family gathering in Paragon. My mom and Andrew and I are going to ride our bikes there. I don't know about them, but I'm going to pretend we are a bicycle gang. I CAN'T WAIT. But before tomorrow happens today.. and today I am hatcheting my way through time. Or I was until the helicopters flew by. After that I felt like I had to come inside and.... cleanse myself. Leave my brain barf on Live Journal.

To recap:

   ............ Bad.

................ GOOD!

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[info]sshugo
"I've always been fond of animals, both domestic and wild, and my fondness of them has only increased with time. Compared to my own species, they have much to admire. They are seldom vain, live within their means and they seem at home on the earth and enviably content with their lot. Though often competitive within their own ranks, one species of animal is rarely given to conquest and dominance over another. Nor do animals burden themselves with future fears or excessive anxieties about  tomorrow. As far as I can tell, unlike most of my own kind, no individual or species or animal presumes to place itself above and beyond the rest of creation. That we have gained preeminence over them seems to me unfortunate."

It's a Long Road to a Tomato, by (Farmer) Keith Stewart.


         
                        

A satirical poem © June 16, 2008 by G. Edward Griffin
[info]sshugo
 "I woke up Sunday morning (Father's Day) with a silly limerick running through my head. It was a satirical comment on how Boobus Amricanus is so willing to give up liberty in return for the false hope of security against terrorism. I couldn't get it out of my head so, after dinner, I began to play with the words and eventually produced the first draft. Because satire often communicates an idea more forcefully than dull documentation with logical argument, I am publishing it to see if it has any such utility. I hope you will find it useful with your friends who don't yet get it."

 

 


Note to self:
[info]sshugo
"Coffee should be as black as hell, as strong as death, and as sweet as love."

Solar Drying.
[info]sshugo
3 batches thus far.
Only 1 turned out.

Possible problems:
Overcast days.
Holes/leaks in the box.
Vent holes not matched up right.

Changes:
Duct tape makeover.
Vent holes enlarged.

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Today: Batch No. 4
Mushrooms.
Out at 7:30 a.m.
High humidity in the morning. (8am -81%. 9am -73%)
From 10 am on, humidity will be much more agreeable:
10: 61%
11: 55%
12: 51%
1: 46%
2: 45%
3: 43%
4-6: 42%
7: 45%
8: 50%
9: 59%

I set it all up waaaaaaaaay out there in the field, as opposed to just Kinda Out There.
Out THERE stays light until 9.

And mushrooms aren't nearly as moist as kiwi or peaches.

Wooha!!

6.20 @ 6:10 a.m...
[info]sshugo
Early morning chase this morning. Zing!
Those deer shall be the death of me. I can only hope.

Today it was boxers and momma's rainboots, with the first drops of coffee inside me, waking up my outsides.

Tomorrow I will bring pots and pans. Tomorrow I will wear war paint. Tomorrow the deer will know... it is war.

As for today, it shall be a fine day for solar drying. Yesterday I dried my first batch of kiwi and today it will be peaches.

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"Good earth mother
Mountain and river
Taker and giver
In this hour of madness
I come to you
With blood on my knees."

Disheartening forward from Andrew: How Much is a Billion?
[info]sshugo
How many zeros are in a billion?

The next time you hear a politician use the word 'billion' in a casual manner, think about whether you want the 'politicians' spending YOUR tax money.

A billion is a difficult number to comprehend, but one advertising agency did a good job of putting that figure into perspective in one of it's releases.

A. A billion seconds ago it was 1959.

B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive.

C. A billion hours ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age.

D. A billion days ago no one walked on the earth on two feet.

E. A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and 20 minutes, at the rate our government is spending it.

While this thought is still fresh in our brain... let's take a look at New Orleans. It's amazing what you can learn with some simple division.

Louisiana Senator, Mary Landrieu (D) is presently asking congress for 250 BILLION DOLLARS to rebuild New Orleans. Interesting number... what does it mean?

A. Well... if you are one of the 484,674 residents of New Orleans (every man, woman, and child) you each get $516,528.

B. Or... if you have one of the 188,251 homes in New Orleans, your home gets $1,329,787.

C. Or... if you are a family of four your family gets $2,066,012.


TAXES:

Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL License Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)

Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Gasoline Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges (tax on top of tax)
IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Tax
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service charge taxes
Social Security Tax
Road Usage Tax (Truckers)
Sales Taxes
Recreational Vehicle Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Tax
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax
Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax
Telephone State and Local Tax
Telephone Usage ChargeTax
Utility Tax
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax

Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago...
and our nation was the most prosperous in the world.


We had absolutely no national debt...

We had the largest middle class in the world...
and Mom stayed home to raise the kids .



MY HEROS.
[info]sshugo

Mr. Brummet.
[info]sshugo
Mr. Brummet has soft green eyes and a hard tan face.
He has a soft handshake and a hard country accent.
His dog, Sam, barks but means no harm.
I'm very happy I met Randy Brummet.

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[info]sshugo
"When an old man dies, a library burns." -Senegalese proverb.

Beavers, cells phones, and 4 a.m.
[info]sshugo
I woke up at 4 this morning because I couldn't sleep.
In a way it was a good thing because the moon was doing that magical thing that I love so much.
Then I saw the beaver.

Sadly, it wasn't That Kind of beaver.
This was the dead kind. The mangled kind, really. Let's just say, he was DECORATED WITH DEATH.
Anywho. I guess Chaquita The Wonder Dog took down a beaver and somehow managed to get it to our front porch.
Those things weigh a lot, right?

Then my mom's phone rang and I ran away.

I went back upstairs, shoved Caleb over, and tried to go back to sleep. And when I finally slipped into my slumber, there was the beaver, fully intact! Friendly, too. Had a great time with Mr. Beaver. But then my dreams took a turn for the worse... the cell phones... had minds of their own. FUCK THAT.

My brother has proven to be a great upstairs-mate. He gave Caleb and I the movie "There Will Be Blood" and..... and...... well, I'm still not sure what to think about that one. It has that kid from "Little Miss Sunshine", Olive's brother, only this time he's crazy. A crazy preacher. He also gave me Ron Paul's "The Revolution: A Manifesto". Quite the book, yesyes. He met Ron Paul last weekend:D Shook his and 'n everything. He was elected a Republican delegate for Indiana and so today he's going to a meeting for a candidate for Indiana's new attorney general, Jon Costas. He keeps me smart. I will be more than glad to have him around when the economy collapses and everyone Freaks Out!

Gas is $4 something a gallon and today we celebrate Those Who Can Drive Fast In A Circle. At least my family doesn't insist on a race day cookout anymore. I don't like to be too stereotypical, especially on race day. Today we will garden and I will build a Solar Oven. Everyone cross your fingers and pray I don't blind myself!


And early morning lesson for today:

SafeSearch is a good thing, all in all. It would have saved me from seeing Britney Spears' beaver at 8 o'clock in the morning.

And ..:

Roy Rogers Riders Club Rules:

1. Be neat and clean.
2. Be courteous and polite.
3. Always obey your parents.
4. Protect the weak and help them.
5. Be brave but never take chances.
6. Study hard and learn all you can.
7. Be kind to animals and take care of them.
8. Eat all your food and never waste any.
9. Love God and go to Sunday school regularly.
10. Always respect our flag and our country.


"Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again."

I've got the missin' in my heart for certain people:(

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[info]sshugo
"I don't believe in marriage. No, I really don't. Let me be clear about that. I think at worst it's a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense. At best, it's a happy delusion - these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they're about to make each other. But, but, when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don't think it's conservative or delusional. I think it's radical and courageous and very romantic. To Diego and Frida!" -Tina Modotti

Cursive.
[info]sshugo
"Dorothy, I know you've had amazing dreams
We can't go chasing down each golden street
Each and every rainbow, each passion, each unattainable goal
We're not in dreamland anymore...

(...) )




Amen.

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[info]sshugo
In one hundred pages she will be dead.



"I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope I never return."

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[info]sshugo
"Thus, the accident changed my path, many things prevented me from fulfilling the desires which everyone considers normal, and to me nothing seemed more normal than to paint what had not been fulfilled." -Frida.


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[info]sshugo
Will Sheff is the lead singer of my favorite band.
I ran him down on Kirkwood once. They had played the Buskirk Chumley the night before.
He signed my belly and I lived happily ever after:D

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[info]sshugo
I think I've angered some asshole god. I smell shit but I don't know where it's coming from. What kind of punishment is that? 

In other news, I've been doing very un-Me things lately suchas:
 *answering the phone when Jeremiah called
*answering the phone when Karol called
*talked to both Jeremiah and Karol on the phone
*visited Margaret Fette, the owner of a custom sewing and tailoring shop, got shown around and talked of an internship


And I's gonna buy Caleb a new game today, because he's got a cute butt. It's going to be all surprise-y and stuff, I can't wait to take him to the mall and watch him drool:D

I've also done some very Me things lately, suchas:
*checked out all the books from the library that I could carry, which include:
A Foxfire anniversary colllection, all about affairs of plain living. 
A Dali book
A art anthology by this guy that LOVES to paint fat people
A couple issues of Film Quarterly
Some book about a girl without a belly button
and a book written by Neil Gaiman about Douglas Adams and The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy (the orgasm is Continuous) 

Trek Thunder Kelly.
[info]sshugo
So, here's the scene for you:
I had just finished a PBS documentary on Frida Kahlo and I was in love. 
In true 21st century fashion I bounced from one flashing screen to another, finding myself looking for Frida on the intraweb. 
I found this:

The Suicide of Frida Kahlo

It was painted in 2004 by Trek Thunder Kelly. At first I was pissed off. Then, I was so pissed off that I decided I wasn't going to be pissed off because oftentimes artists feed off that feeling, and I wasn't going to let him eat my emotions!
Now I don't know how I feel about it. He titled it "The Suicide of Frida Kahlo".

 "Artist Trek Thunder Kelly (1969-2009) was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico. A third generation artist, Trek double-majored at UCLA, subsequently moving to Venice Beach, California. Over the past 10 years he has built a formidable Specialty Advertising company, Kaioti Promotional Gear, catering primarily to media giants and major corporations. His years as a gladiator on the front-lines of the premium world naturally affected his art, compelling him to expose and explore commerciality and modern culture.

Trek often mixes and contrasts images that causes the viewer to see them under different contexts, and thus allows them to more fully explore their meaning. He has imprinted condom wrappers with Gerber's baby food logos, manufactured OJ Simpson Kitchen Knife sets, and embedded icons, like Che Guevara, in Dolce and Gabana ads.

In addition, as an artist, he espouses the idea of inserting art unexpectedly, and out-of-context, into our daily reality. For example, in 1999, he wore a three-piece, black-tie tuxedo every where, every day for a year, challenging people's ideas of fashion, and art. In 2003, his "blue period", he took it a step further, spending $20,000 to have his entire wardrobe changed into the same shade of royal blue, and gaining international notoriety as the blue candidate when he ran against Arnold in the California Gubernatorial Election. In 2006 he performed "WORD" - an interactive poem that unravelled, one word per day, across his chest over the course of the year.

While engaging in painting, collage, and sculpture, Trek also believes in the artist's responsibility to explore emerging mediums. He is currently incorporating the internet as a tool and interactive factory for art."

I'm pretty sure I hate him.


So much greatness:
[info]sshugo
"Whatever we learn has a purpose and whatever we do affects everything and everyone else, if even in the tiniest way. Why, when a housefly flaps his wings, a breeze goes round the world; when a speck of dust falls to the ground, the entire planet weighs a little more; and when you stamp your foot, the earth moves slightly off its course. Whenever you laugh, gladness spreads like the ripples in a pond; and whenever you're sad, no one anywhere can be really happy. And it's much the same thing with knowledge, for whenever you learn something new, the whole world becomes that much richer."

Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth, posted in literaryquotes.

&&&&

"Even in the most generous accounting, fate has a lot to answer for. Romeo and Juliet met on a Sunday and were dead by Thursday. This was a fact Sara had picked up at an academic seminar, "Shakespeare's Love and Time: Counting Our Days"--something like that--wedged between lectures on Ophelia's eating disorders and Macbeth's compulsive gambling. Someone had actually taken it upon himself to count the days in that play, a ludicrous venture Sara had thought at the time. But it was an instructive fact, one that stayed with her. This was the true lesson of Romeo and Juliet: The course of destiny was hard and swift. That stranger you met on Sunday could be the corpse of your true love draped artfully over your own cadaver on Thursday. You just never knew."

The Brontë Project: A Novel of Passion, Desire, and Good PR, Jennifer Vandever, also posted in literaryquotes.

Two books now very high on my to-read list.

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[info]sshugo

My time to shine is drawing near! All these wonderful ideas keep crawling up my leg and into my brain where it seems a little plastic babe pool has been dragged from its place in those dusty basement boxes of yesteryear and thrown into the forefront of my thoughts. 


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