summer sunday forever. local oldies. local yokel. driving through the dark hills, why i listen still. the only complement to wind and still. one day i'm gonna hit a deer, a dear dear deer. there but for, to think i think i'll have a heart attack, and cry over a broken deer, and then my broken way. winding roads and headlights with no periphery, surprise is always waiting beyond the line, beneath a canopy, barely out of sight.

do you know what limerence is? probably not. who does?

i do. now. i found it out. self-diagosed. thanks web md.

you were a limerent object.

yikes and c'est la vie.

but now you have a name. and i've had it carved in a plaque and labeled you in latin. objectus limerencus.

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Your clothes are soaked and you don't know where to go
So drop your chin and take yourself back home
And roll out your maps and papers
Find out your hiding places again
The only problem that I got with the club
Is how you're severed from the people who watched you grow up
When you're a member go on your great adventure again
They will be waiting at the end.

"They are very much carnivorous," Hinkle Hinkle said. "Their larvae look like little tiny alligators."

Fireflies are rare in other regions of this county, she said, and not found at all on the Western Coast.

"We have unique and wonderful opportunities to catch fireflies... should not be crushed; they should be handled gently, and they should be released within an hour of catching so that they don't dehydrate."

˙Afternoon of a faun

These nymphs that I would perpetuate   so clear          And light,  their carnation, that it   floats in the air            Heavy with leafy slumbers.

Did I love a dream?

My doubt,   night's ancient hoard  ,  pursues its theme In branching labyrinths,          which,    being still   The veritable woods themselves,  alas,   reveal My triumph as the ideal fault of roses.





˚Mallarmé 

 new boogie
 from coco o
 of "where the wind blows" 

"The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you cannot tell
 where it comes from or where it is going. 
So it is with everyone
 born of the Spirit."

Stoker is odd atmospheric seductive and sharply composed.

The Great (Mechanical) Elephant-The Machines of the Isle of Nantes Made from 45 tons of reclaimed wood and steel, the elephant carries up to 49 passengers at a time for a 45 minute walk.The project of Machines de l'île in Nantes aims to promote city's image and tries to build an identity as a creative metropole of dream and of fantasy. The concept was developed by two artists, François Delarozière and Pierre Orefice, visualising a travel-through-time world at the crossroads of the "imaginary worlds" of Jules Verne and the mechanical universe of Leonardo da Vinci. Last week's archives now available in the Gallery of Object-Lessons Past: http://www.thesupplemental.com

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dans la lune

riding shotgun

this song conjures memories of gold hour drives away from new hope, south 225 headed through the city, waving hay traded for flashing lights, cerebral contentment

Common sense

Meaning

Good practical sense. The natural intelligence that is believed to be available to all rational people.

Origin

Thomas Paine published a pamphlet entitled Common Sense in January 1776. It called for America to become independent of Britain and a copy of the original is considered a treasure of the US Library of Congress, being one of the wellsprings of the thinking that founded the country. Common sense, that is, a plain practical 'get on with the job' philosophy is part of the American psyche.

Paine is sometimes thought to be American but in fact emigrated to the USA after living the majority of his life in the archetypally English country town of Thetford, Norfolk. Despite his radical views he considered himself English and the pamphlet's author was simply identified as "An Englishman". Nor, as is also sometimes believed, did he invent the term 'common sense', which had been in use in his native land long before Paine's day.

In the original 14th century meaning of the term, 'common sense' was a sense like our other senses. It was an internal feeling that was regarded as the common bond that united all the other human senses, the 'five wits' as they were known, and was something akin to what we now call 'heart'.

By the 16th century, the meaning had changed to be more like our present day meaning, that is, 'the plain wisdom that everyone possesses'. George Joye used the expression in Apology for William Tindale, 1535:

I am suer T[indale] is not so farre besydis his comon sencis as to saye the dead bodye hereth Cristis voyce.

[Note: 'apology' then meant 'defence against attack'/'justification of one's views', and was commonly used in the titles of scholarly disputes.]

The one thing that is usually said about common sense is that it isn't as common as it ought to be. This little gag was made as early as 1726, by the political writer Nicholas Amhurst in the satirical text The Secret History of the University of Oxford:

There is not (said a shrewd wag) a more uncommon thing in the world than common sense.

By the time that Paine began writing in the 1770s, the term 'common sense' had migrated a little more and was widely used to mean 'primary truth', that is, the unquestionable beliefs that all people receive from their experience of being alive. Richard Price defined the term in Review of the Principal Questions in Morals, 1758:

 Common sense, the faculty of self-evident truths.

Paine's work influenced many political and moral thinkers at the beginning of the American Revolution and he was personally acquainted with most of them; in England, these included the feminist Mary Wollstonecraft and the artist William Blake and in America, Benjamin Franklin, George Washington and Thomas Jefferson.

When the authors of the US Declaration of Independence began with the words "We hold these truths to be self-evident...", their meaning was 'we believe this declaration to be common sense'.

Barnaby: Hello, Griffith Park Zoo, Snake Department. Sssshhh! 
Oliver Oxley: Hello? Hello? What is this? 
Barnaby: What do you want? 
Oliver Oxley: This is Mr Oxley. 
Barnaby: I'll see if he's here. 
Oliver Oxley: No, I said *this* is Oxley! 
Barnaby: Who is? 
Oliver Oxley: I am, speaking! 
Barnaby: Oh, you're Mr. Speaking... 
Oliver Oxley: This is Mr. Oxley speaking! 
Barnaby: Oxley Speaking? Any relation to Oxley? 
Oliver Oxley: Barnaby Fulton is that you? 
Barnaby: Who's calling? 
Oliver Oxley: I am, Barnaby! 
Barnaby: Oh, no, you're not Barnaby. I'm Barnaby! I ought to know who I am. 
Oliver Oxley: This is Oxley speaking, Barnaby! 
Barnaby: No, that's ridiculous! You can't be all three. Figure out which one you are and call me back! 

This is Jack fidgeting with his controller and nun chuck just as he looked over at me to whisper, "Miss Madison, Miss Madison."

Tad was looking for the other nun chuck, distracted by a phone call. Meanwhile, Jack whispered to me that it looked like the nun chuck and controller fit together, so he connected them, then only realized he wasn't sure whether he was supposed to do that or no. "No, you're right on, man. You're just right."

A few moments later Jack intentionally ran over Tad with the Batmobile when, as The Flash*, Tad was trying to out run Batman Jack.

*not to be confused with The Clash, whom Jack likewise refers to as "The Flash"

"The time has come," the walrus said.

who is this person?

man, ami ho sto is the baddest around

through a window, a train whistles

1: that sound.

2: i know;

heard it my whole life.

through the window, the train whistles again

1: tin men in a teflon town.

2. laughs

election coverage is better on telemundo

you know what they're saying
yet you aren't having to hear them say it

 i'm converting to republicanism