Monday, June 27, 2005

The rubber today smelled like burning goat's cheese. I have my suspicions that the white flecks in the sheets were exactly that but I wasn't about to taste and find out for sure.


Sunday, June 19, 2005

As found on Steve's blog, reposted with permission:

A Tale of the Sitra Ahra

I will walk with sincerity of heart within my house.
I will set no worthless thing before my eyes;____
I hate the doers of evil deeds;______________
they shall not remain with me.______________
A crooked heart shall be far from me;_________
I will not know evil.
- Psalm 101____

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Goetia (on Sitra Ahra, North of Gan Hinom) there was an Asmodean who thought it would be amusing to visit all the tribes of the Shedim Iehudaim & make a census of all their fools.

In this irreverent spirit she left from the Asmodean capital in Amaymon, taking with her as many rolls of scroll as her dragon steed could carry. Within a few hours, she had flown over the Amaymonite countryside & landed in the county of Marbas. There, she harangued the people – making a joke of their politics, & calling their leonine accent barbarous. Before long, the masses of the Marbasites were outraged & chased her out of every one of their towns. Content with having recorded the names of those she had insulted, the Asmodean thought she would move on to the territory of a greater power.

Thus she travelled to the court of the Andrealpheans, where she mocked their pride, their feathers, & their sacred Art of Geometry. The distinguished crowd of learned men was severely flustered, so much that she barely escaped with her life – though she did take the time to write the names of her many victims.

Even more confident in her genius, the Asmodean went to Orobas, to Berith & to Buné – & every time got a very similar response. One day she grew tired of the duchies & decided to try her luck at a kingly court. Thus she flew to Peor, to the House of Balaam, & ridiculed their divinatory arts. She offended the seers & the sorcerers so much that furious magic shook the courtroom while she made her escape.

But just before she passed the threshold in haste, she noticed a peculiar raven-headed hominid sitting by the door, quite unmoved. On her way out she called to him – “why, are you not outraged?”

“No,” the he-demon said quite calmly, “I know that for all your cleverness, you would never dare to try your tricks where it really matters.”

Nearly forgetting the crowd behind her, the Asmodean laughed heartily, & said – “& where would that be?” To which the stranger replied “I am but an Amonite, but I know the Arts well. I will take you there.”

The next moment, the Asmodean found herself back in her native House of Asmoday, with the Amonite at her side. “Now, will you not also enlist your kind in the legion of fools?” he said, “Work your mischief! Look here – is that one's fleece not ridiculous? There! Are this one's horns not crooked?” The Asmodean nobles fumed, yet even though it was the Amonite who spoke, it is after their sister that they raged – for such is the Amonite gift to procure & to appease feuds.

Thus the scoffer, flanked by her brethren, begged for mercy before the Great Asmoday – but there is no mercy in Sitra Ahra, & her death was a long & painful one.

An interesting story. I like it.


Thursday, June 16, 2005

I think I will soon read the book titled "Infinite Jest" by David Wallace. Anyone heard of it? He writes exactly as I do/would! It is awesome, at least the first 6 pages were.


Tuesday, June 07, 2005

So We'll Go no More a Roving
So we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And Love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.

George Gordon Lord Byron (1788-1824)


Saturday, June 04, 2005

Yes, it is true, I actually do work in a rubber factory moulding mud flaps. It is a very hard job and I come home physically exhausted everyday. Hopefully I will become accustomed to it soon. It pays pretty well, though. I made about $10.44 an hour (paid per piece with a floor of $9/hour) yesterday. Interesting thing though, I work entirely with people who don't speak my mother tongue. If they aren't French, they are Spanish. One good thing, I may get a lot better at French and maybe even pick up some spanish (I learned that guero means leather "comme le peau des animal..."). Oh, and I'll definitely be in shape and all buff by the end of the summer. I may not post as often because I'm often quite tired, so please forgive me. Email me if you want though, I like emails.


Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Omni, this is what the ampersands are all about in the pictures two posts down. A manifesto/petition of sorts was written, mostly by me, about the ampersand for "Rock for the River" a while ago.

Current trends in English and American grammar are slowly leading towards the elimination of one of our language’s more practical yet little known symbols: the ampersand, or “&”. Help us to preserve our linguistic heritage by showing your support for the use of the ampersand. Many brand names and incorporated business names utilize this symbol to simplify the spelling of their names. You too can simplify your life by replacing all instances of “and” with a stylish “&”. Protect the ampersand before it disappears from our language forever!

1) Big business corporations are stealing yet another thing from us, the common people, and we need to stand up for the English language, protect it as it deserves to be and take the ampersand back for ourselves.

2) The ampersand takes many forms, many of them quite ugly. We need to take an aesthetically pleasing version to standardize and keep the English language as beautiful as it could and should be. I think (and, as writer of this manifesto, I think I have the right) that this form should be characterized by that shown in the watermark on this very page. Strange request you say? I hardly think so. All other grammatical symbols in English have become standardized and easily recognizable as being what they are supposed to be. No one writes a period in any other way than as a single dot. The ampersand has been abused far more than any other form of punctuation or symbol. That is why it needs our help to reach its former state of glory and to reclaim its rightful place as king in the realm of symbolical grammar.

We the undersigned agree with all of the above and demand the changes necessary to protect, preserve and in all other ways defend a single awesome version of the ampersand (and to expunge all other forms) so that it once again reaches the grammatical stature and common usage it deserves.

(81 signatures follow including a certain person you may have heard of ... Ghandi. Curiously enough he has the same email as one of my friends.)


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