MY REFRIGERATOR

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I'VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU

MY RESPONSE TO CHUBBY'S JAWS

You and your pets look at each other with total confusion.
And amazement.

WHEN U DONT WANNA NO.

CAR LIST

71 Vega^
74 Mustang 2^
76 Monza^
76 Corvette^
78 88 Olds*
78 Silverado^
81 Fuego
65 TBird
90 Lumina*
90 Landcruiser*
94 Trans AM
95 Supreme convertible*
95 Avalon*
96 Plymouth Voyager
2000 Dodge Ram
2005 Jeep Liberty

*drove it but it was a gift
*bought it and gave it away.

LUNAR ECLIPSE TONIGHT 2/20/2008

Click on img for NASA page

I took these two under broken clouds.

PERSONAL

HEY! This is personal. Stop looking at my pepper.

FAIRWEATHER

DAY

I GOT TAGGED

Paybacks are a bitch.  Got tagged.  Here goes.

Name a book that you want to share so much that you keep giving away copies: The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran, An Inconvenient Truth by Al Gore.

Name a piece of music that changed the way you listen to music: Evita, King Crimson's 21st Century Skizoid man.

  (although I like "I talk to the wind" better).

Name a film you can watch again and again without fatigue: The Wizard of Oz

Name a performer for whom you suspend all disbelief: Paco de Lucia

Name a work of art you'd like to live with: Purgatory in Spring

   
Name a work of fiction which has penetrated your real life: 1984.... unfortunately.

Name a punch line that always makes you laugh: "crawled on top like Paris Hilton climbing the Abu Gharib prison pyramid". (refering to my Jeep taking a hill)

DIARY OF AN INSOMNIAC LOG#070107

Once again I woke up early with an incredible urge to urinate.  Normal for many but devastating to an insomniac.  Senselessly, I crawled back into bed. The Friday podcast of Randi Rhodes Show on Air America was still playing on repeat from earlier that evening.

Randi was discussing the eminent disaster of this next weeks misadventures in GWB's drug riddled mind.  She brings up the second strike group to slip moors for Iran and his *nukular* plan of attack as well as other hallucinations from this fascist regime.  I seriously heart Randi but she's a real dominatrix to my overactive Adult Attention Deficit Disorder.

So I decide to investigate on my own.  Her links are true and mainstream, but in the mean time I find THIS.  Friends of Liberty is one heck of an eclectic place.  And the authors are out there with Kitty Kelley and tribe.

This post: The White House Bordello: The Gay Whorehouse from Texas, really blew me away.  If you read it don't get distracted with the irony of Curious George being gay, that's not the news. 
This is what blew my hair back:

In a debate in Chicago with Notre Dame professor and scholar Doug Cassel, Bush Justice Department attorney John Yoo argued that President George Bush has the full legal authority to sexually torture anyone suspected of being a terrorist. According to Yoo, if Bush desires, he can even order the sexual torture of infants. He can, for example, order interrogators to crush the testicles of a person's child, to get the parent to "confess." It was Yoo who authored Bush's misnamed Patriot Act legislation, authorizing the torture, the suspension of constitutional rights for suspects, and the imprisoning of "potential" criminals at U.S.-run gulag camps.

And the links on that place are hilarious.  Here's a sample:

Bush and Dick's Arrest records

Includes famous pResidential confessions such as this:

No wonder the Sunday Morning Talk shows are so boring....

ONE DAY ONE SUMMER

 

I had such a free life as a boy.   When I was 10 through 17 I was lucky enough to spend much of my summers in Mexico, often with my Grandmother.  I lost her this year.  She was 96 and I loved her dearly.

Summers are hot in Mexico - duh.  One night I just couldn't take it. I had played soccer  in the street earlier that day and was exhausted.  The concrete walls just held onto the afternoon heat inside.  The bed was hot but I felt a cool breeze coming in from the window.  I wandered outside and laid on the covered concrete porch. 

 It felt so good.  I was shirtless and in my shorts.  The warm tile was not too hot because of the breeze. Before I knew it, I was out.  The loud parrot next door was completely silenced by my deep channeling to rest.

What I didn't know is that the cool breeze foretold the coming of a frigid mountain thunder storm which was almost upon me.  I laid there through much of it, deep in my trance of sleep.  I finally awoke to a flash of lightning and the quickening of thunder that I believe broke me into puberty.  I was shivering and damp.  I got up shaking and fled under the cover of still warm blankets stuffed with the wool my Grandmother sheared from her sheep at the ranch.

The next morning I woke up sick.   My Grandmother, being prudent, called the local Curandera (witch doctor - not kidding).  If you want to know about it go to the National Geographic video of Extreme Healing: Mexico here (its slow and requires Quicktime) or listen to this 017.mp3.

She was there early.  If you watched the video, you saw the old lady scrubbing her client with a weed.  Mine was an ash not a basil.  That happened to me only I was laying down.

A HUGE LATIN WITCH laid on top of me and whipped me with the ash - repeatedly.  Then she whisked the ash as if she was sweeping the floor till she was out of the house with it.  I couldn't giggle as I had just been crushed.  I laugh about it now.

Several years later, I learned that she was literally squeezing the evil out of me and collecting it with the ash till the house was "clean" of it.

I got up the next day feeling fine.  Many years later, however, I turned into a freak.  Something mischievous remained.

I know - what a funny thing to think about on Christmas....
Happy Holidays anyway - this bit o culture was my present to you.

Merry Christmas Abuelita, where ever you are.

I was stuck most of today on the rubber necking side of THIS. It's about 20 miles of back up. Trailer overturns. Crane comes to the rescue, only to be hit by another 18 wheeler. Nobody is moving in the video. I had just crossed the scene so my car got to move for a bit. Spent the entire day behind one wreck after another.... Thanksgiving in Texas takes balls.

La Luna