of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
Sunday, May 04, 2008
ho ho ho corporate greed in america
corporate money says tasers don't kill
no wonder that youth despises law
http://www.azcentral.com/business/articles/2008/05/02/20080502taser0503.html
no wonder that youth despises law
http://www.azcentral.com/business/articles/2008/05/02/20080502taser0503.html
Saturday, May 03, 2008
water water
a couple of times, briefly, i had the privilege of travelling through the beautiful land where the navajo live
their wonderful art and their philosophy come out of their religion, but for most their path to spirituality and happiness is blocked by the most bruising and insulting form of poverty
america's toxic abuse of democracy and basic human rights in it's own back yard doesn't help
click the link and read on ...
radio, radio
i drive a little german truck with a really clear stereo radio that sometimes lets me hear musical details i'd never noticed in over forty years
but it has an annoying habit of jumping stations whenever a stronger local signal tempts it
on may day morning at six o clock i was just trundling into the dreary industrial estates on the south side of gatwick airport and the first golden sunbeams came flooding across the street to bring up every texture and colour in the few lovely trees
as i swung through a little roundabout, the radio jumped stations again and suddenly the young bob dylan was singing mr tambourine man as if he stood next to me
these things can pick your heart up and hurl it head over heels into the golden past
tears came in to my eyes
but it has an annoying habit of jumping stations whenever a stronger local signal tempts it
on may day morning at six o clock i was just trundling into the dreary industrial estates on the south side of gatwick airport and the first golden sunbeams came flooding across the street to bring up every texture and colour in the few lovely trees
as i swung through a little roundabout, the radio jumped stations again and suddenly the young bob dylan was singing mr tambourine man as if he stood next to me
these things can pick your heart up and hurl it head over heels into the golden past
tears came in to my eyes
Thursday, May 01, 2008
fight ! fight !
this afternoon, i was reading a book about greek art outside the resuscitation room in saint george's hospital ... as you do !
suddenly i became aware that, out of the corner of my eye, in the extremely vague periphery of my vision, two shadows on the frosted glass windows of the swing doors fought in a violent and startling struggle
... then i realized in the next second that it was the shadow of the ward cleaner and his big duster
suddenly i became aware that, out of the corner of my eye, in the extremely vague periphery of my vision, two shadows on the frosted glass windows of the swing doors fought in a violent and startling struggle
... then i realized in the next second that it was the shadow of the ward cleaner and his big duster
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
superstition
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
hurrah for the national health service and hurrah for science and technology
after two miserable nights with a wisdom tooth that had gone off, worried that i might be overdoing the medication, i betook myself to the new charing cross hospital in hammersmith
i am still stunned, amazed, and overjoyed ... having found myself back on the street and free from pain in less than two hours
the national health service and all the people i have encountered there have been brilliant
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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