Tall, swaying palm trees
Green coconuts freshly cracked
Hot and sweaty nights
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29 December 2017
18 October 2017
haiku 18 Oct 2017
Wisps of rising steam
Bitter slosh, gunpowder green
In tea: salvation
americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan
Bitter slosh, gunpowder green
In tea: salvation
americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan
16 June 2017
dreamstate writing 16 June 2017
I was in a house that was in the process of being renovated. With me were people I knew well. We talked for a long time, the people and I, whilst sitting cross-legged in a circle in one of the nearly finished rooms. The others and I were wearing tan colored ankle-length robes of some kind. The room had many windows, it was brightly lit, and its walls were painted white.
After our talk was finished we stood up for to have a stretch, whereupon I for some reason entered a smaller neighboring room, to change clothes or just have a look around. The room was empty but for a floor lamp burning a standard incandescent bulb that cast a yellow light. The room had wooden parquet flooring, wooden panels that covered the walls to hip-height, and dark green paint, above. Someone entered the room behind me and I had the feeling I wasn’t supposed to be in there.
When I turned around to leave I saw that a square section of the roof above the green-walled room had been crudely sawed away, leaving a yawning gap that someone had tried to cover with a blue tarpaulin of some sort. Knowing I could mend it better, I went to a closet where supplies for fixing such a hole were kept, gathering up a ladder, hammer and nails, a square piece of plywood, some fiberglass insulation board, as well as roofing shingles and metal flashing. As I was removing the blue tarpaulin I discovered it was instead a heavy-duty Manduka yoga mat I had once owned. The mat was thinner than I remembered and smelled of ozone and heat, however, having sat under the hot sun for so long. I started shoving insulation into the gap and installing bridge-beams to carry the plywood and replacement asphalt shingles, which I had to wedge up under the existing clay tiles.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑
After our talk was finished we stood up for to have a stretch, whereupon I for some reason entered a smaller neighboring room, to change clothes or just have a look around. The room was empty but for a floor lamp burning a standard incandescent bulb that cast a yellow light. The room had wooden parquet flooring, wooden panels that covered the walls to hip-height, and dark green paint, above. Someone entered the room behind me and I had the feeling I wasn’t supposed to be in there.
When I turned around to leave I saw that a square section of the roof above the green-walled room had been crudely sawed away, leaving a yawning gap that someone had tried to cover with a blue tarpaulin of some sort. Knowing I could mend it better, I went to a closet where supplies for fixing such a hole were kept, gathering up a ladder, hammer and nails, a square piece of plywood, some fiberglass insulation board, as well as roofing shingles and metal flashing. As I was removing the blue tarpaulin I discovered it was instead a heavy-duty Manduka yoga mat I had once owned. The mat was thinner than I remembered and smelled of ozone and heat, however, having sat under the hot sun for so long. I started shoving insulation into the gap and installing bridge-beams to carry the plywood and replacement asphalt shingles, which I had to wedge up under the existing clay tiles.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑
31 October 2012
Sandy boon or bust
Without doubt, both major-party political candidates will try to use the devastation and damage caused by erstwhile hurricane Sandy to their advantage. The incumbent Barack Obama will likely point to the rapid response time and widespread preparedness of thousands of emergency personnel as proof of his competency, as an indication of the methods by which he will tackle the nation's less immediate issues such as high unemployment, growing national debt, and our crumbling infrastructure. The challenger Mitt Romney will likely point to the sluggish federal response and lack of adequate leadership by the current administration as proof that our sitting president must be replaced, that he has a tendency to sit around lackadaisically while America drifts rudderless through the shoals of catastrophe, that his policies have failed, and that he is the greatest threat to the Safety of the People since redcoat placed boot on our soil.
I listened to NPR and checked the news regularly in the days and hours before Sandy made landfall, and, to my knowledge, Mr. Obama analyzed and calculated and fact-checked the storm as much and as thoroughly as he did his primary opponent in their third debate together. (Glaringly omitted from this debate were a couple of the other persons contending for the presidency, among them Dr. Jill Stein and former governor Gary Johnson, who were barred from attending the event and from sparring with their super-slick counterparts by the sinister and undemocratic machinations of the Commission on Electoral Debates a freedom-hating organization controlled jointly by the Democrat and Republican parties.) In all likelihood, Mr. Romney will blame his foe for failing to have prevented every tree from falling and every transistor from shorting out, for not acting quickly enough in his efforts to warn us sodden souls hardest hit by this frankenstorm of its exact path and true destructiveness, for worrying more about controlling the narrative and looking good on camera than visiting shelters and keeping hope alive. Hopefully, however, this time around, Mitt won't blame the few score deaths on the president (as he did following the tragic events in Benghazi) or insinuate that they would not have occurred under his watch, although if were to make such claims, he might alienate a few more swing voters and put himself out of the race altogether, which, in the long run, would work out just fine for liberty and equality here in America.
There is a chance that while he is out smiling condescendingly and surveying the shattered hovels of commoners the Republican challenger will fall into a ditch filled with sewage-mixed seawater and catch such a nasty cold that he will be bedridden for these last few days before the election, sparing us the torture of listening to his pitying smarm and of having to puzzle through the mounting mysteries of his constantly-shifting viewpoints. We shall see how things shake out once the storm of the century has passed. If you are interested in avoiding such disasters in the future, vote Green Party! Mahalo.
© mentiri factorem fecit (場黑麥)
I listened to NPR and checked the news regularly in the days and hours before Sandy made landfall, and, to my knowledge, Mr. Obama analyzed and calculated and fact-checked the storm as much and as thoroughly as he did his primary opponent in their third debate together. (Glaringly omitted from this debate were a couple of the other persons contending for the presidency, among them Dr. Jill Stein and former governor Gary Johnson, who were barred from attending the event and from sparring with their super-slick counterparts by the sinister and undemocratic machinations of the Commission on Electoral Debates a freedom-hating organization controlled jointly by the Democrat and Republican parties.) In all likelihood, Mr. Romney will blame his foe for failing to have prevented every tree from falling and every transistor from shorting out, for not acting quickly enough in his efforts to warn us sodden souls hardest hit by this frankenstorm of its exact path and true destructiveness, for worrying more about controlling the narrative and looking good on camera than visiting shelters and keeping hope alive. Hopefully, however, this time around, Mitt won't blame the few score deaths on the president (as he did following the tragic events in Benghazi) or insinuate that they would not have occurred under his watch, although if were to make such claims, he might alienate a few more swing voters and put himself out of the race altogether, which, in the long run, would work out just fine for liberty and equality here in America.
There is a chance that while he is out smiling condescendingly and surveying the shattered hovels of commoners the Republican challenger will fall into a ditch filled with sewage-mixed seawater and catch such a nasty cold that he will be bedridden for these last few days before the election, sparing us the torture of listening to his pitying smarm and of having to puzzle through the mounting mysteries of his constantly-shifting viewpoints. We shall see how things shake out once the storm of the century has passed. If you are interested in avoiding such disasters in the future, vote Green Party! Mahalo.
© mentiri factorem fecit (場黑麥)
05 October 2012
Obama v Romney
I watched Messieurs Romney and Obama engage in debate on the evening of 03OCT2012. Against my better judgment, I read three different articles before the event occurred (two from American sources, one from Germany), articles that analyzed the candidates' backgrounds and spoke of the varying importance of debates in general and the great importance – for Mitt Romney, at least – of this first of three direct conversations he is set to have with our current Supreme Leader. (I consider the omission from this debate of the other candidates who are running for president, those for example from the Green or Libertarian parties, to be proof of blatant favoritism and evidence of the rampant corruption that exists within our rotten excuse for a democratic process for electing national leadership.) Most ire against America's one-party-system aside, my first impression from last night's debate was just how well the two men had memorized large quanta of data.
The debate consisted largely of the incumbent and his challenger spouting numbers at each other without ever really slinging proper mud; over and over again Romney brought up a sum of 716 billion that ObamaCare supposedly would take from MediCare, allegations Obama did not refute. The President seemed smug and overconfident, standing around idly while his opponent repeated one falsehood after another, with the Governor becoming so condescending that I could hardly stand to keep watching. Obama was slick of tongue and made frequent references to individual Americans whom his policies had supposedly helped, and he made a point to speak into the camera at different times, claiming to address the American people directly; Romney was having none of it, though, latching himself onto his opponent's scruff and tearing into him with the ferocity of a religious-extremist white Republican. At the end of the debate, as Jim Lehrer excused himself into perpetual anonymity, Mitt's family mounted the stage (I only saw Michelle Obama, not their daughters), with Romney pointing out his five sons, having completely failed to mention at any point during the debate that he had daughters. (Perhaps this was an attempt to shield from lustful gazes the one gorgeous female by his side, a stunning young lady with a wide mouth and glittering eyes, but it was more than likely an indication of the value that Mitt puts on persons who happen to have two (2) X chromosomes.)
As the debate focused on the economy, I was hardly surprised that neither candidate addressed our nation's underlying problems, these being unconstitutional federal expansion, excessive presidential power, failure to properly secure the Blessings of Liberty, prosecution of individuals for pursuing their Happiness, giving hundreds of billions of taxpayer dollars to a military-industrial-complex that survives only when we are at war, and erosion of the rights of Ynki women to the contents of their stomachs and of homosexual Americans to marry. If it was among Romney's goals to show that his would be the better way, that his would be the more logical choice for the next four years, that his ideas and his vision would trump those of the incumbent, he failed miserably; such was the similarity of the two men, such was their overlap, that one could easily make the argument for staying with Obama rather than shifting the enormous weight of our hopes and dreams onto Romney's untested shoulders. These are all just my opinions, though, and opinions are dangerous things, so I shall stop, for now, so as to reexamine my modus operandi and make adjustments. Mahalo.
場黑麥 mentiri factorem fecit
The debate consisted largely of the incumbent and his challenger spouting numbers at each other without ever really slinging proper mud; over and over again Romney brought up a sum of 716 billion that ObamaCare supposedly would take from MediCare, allegations Obama did not refute. The President seemed smug and overconfident, standing around idly while his opponent repeated one falsehood after another, with the Governor becoming so condescending that I could hardly stand to keep watching. Obama was slick of tongue and made frequent references to individual Americans whom his policies had supposedly helped, and he made a point to speak into the camera at different times, claiming to address the American people directly; Romney was having none of it, though, latching himself onto his opponent's scruff and tearing into him with the ferocity of a religious-extremist white Republican. At the end of the debate, as Jim Lehrer excused himself into perpetual anonymity, Mitt's family mounted the stage (I only saw Michelle Obama, not their daughters), with Romney pointing out his five sons, having completely failed to mention at any point during the debate that he had daughters. (Perhaps this was an attempt to shield from lustful gazes the one gorgeous female by his side, a stunning young lady with a wide mouth and glittering eyes, but it was more than likely an indication of the value that Mitt puts on persons who happen to have two (2) X chromosomes.)
As the debate focused on the economy, I was hardly surprised that neither candidate addressed our nation's underlying problems, these being unconstitutional federal expansion, excessive presidential power, failure to properly secure the Blessings of Liberty, prosecution of individuals for pursuing their Happiness, giving hundreds of billions of taxpayer dollars to a military-industrial-complex that survives only when we are at war, and erosion of the rights of Ynki women to the contents of their stomachs and of homosexual Americans to marry. If it was among Romney's goals to show that his would be the better way, that his would be the more logical choice for the next four years, that his ideas and his vision would trump those of the incumbent, he failed miserably; such was the similarity of the two men, such was their overlap, that one could easily make the argument for staying with Obama rather than shifting the enormous weight of our hopes and dreams onto Romney's untested shoulders. These are all just my opinions, though, and opinions are dangerous things, so I shall stop, for now, so as to reexamine my modus operandi and make adjustments. Mahalo.
場黑麥 mentiri factorem fecit
25 July 2012
hydration matters
Oh, the importance of hydration – it cannot be understated! Whether bicycling, gardening, shredding, meditating, or bolting from the cops, the healthy and happy individual knows to hydrate well, and often. In cases of extreme sweating – such as when the clothes are soaked with the body's own moisture or when one is engaged in a prolonged physical activity – the body should be re-hydrated aggressively, and without delay.
Electrolyte tablets work well in such instances, supplying at a cost of roughly 50-cents-each such minerals and complex carbohydrates that the body tends to lose when sweating. It pays to spend a half-dollar on these easily-portable pills that maintain a balanced body-chemistry; dehydrated persons are more irritable than their hydrated counterparts, they tire more quickly, they quit tasks more readily, and they bitch and moan, bumming everyone else out. Less accurate hydration methods – such as making a nice salt or sugar lick in the cup of one's hand – when coupled with the ingestion of a few cups of cool, clear water, will effect hydration, but often at the risk of over-consumption of tasty mounds of unwashed, raw cane sugar, which can lead to weight-gain.
The supreme wet, that one drink which trumps all others, is the fluid of the green coconut. (Please drink only 100% pure green coconut milk, since anything less will be contaminated with refined sugars and plain water.) The primary drawback to green coconut milk is its decreased portability compared to the electrolyte tablet, the second being the relatively high cost of marketing and transporting it to persons living outside of the topics, its natural habitat. Overall, however, this fluid is truly a nectar of the gods, a supreme ally in one's struggle for personal greatness and physical fitness. If neither the electrolyte tablet nor green coconut water is available, hydrate with plain H2O until such time as the piss runs light-yellow or clear, and eat a balanced meal of vegetables, some form of pasta or rice, and protein such as that found in sardines. Dehydration is a serious condition that affects both the mind and the body in serious and debilitating ways, so learn to read your body's warning signs, moistening it regularly.
場黑麥 mentiri manufactorem fecit
Electrolyte tablets work well in such instances, supplying at a cost of roughly 50-cents-each such minerals and complex carbohydrates that the body tends to lose when sweating. It pays to spend a half-dollar on these easily-portable pills that maintain a balanced body-chemistry; dehydrated persons are more irritable than their hydrated counterparts, they tire more quickly, they quit tasks more readily, and they bitch and moan, bumming everyone else out. Less accurate hydration methods – such as making a nice salt or sugar lick in the cup of one's hand – when coupled with the ingestion of a few cups of cool, clear water, will effect hydration, but often at the risk of over-consumption of tasty mounds of unwashed, raw cane sugar, which can lead to weight-gain.
The supreme wet, that one drink which trumps all others, is the fluid of the green coconut. (Please drink only 100% pure green coconut milk, since anything less will be contaminated with refined sugars and plain water.) The primary drawback to green coconut milk is its decreased portability compared to the electrolyte tablet, the second being the relatively high cost of marketing and transporting it to persons living outside of the topics, its natural habitat. Overall, however, this fluid is truly a nectar of the gods, a supreme ally in one's struggle for personal greatness and physical fitness. If neither the electrolyte tablet nor green coconut water is available, hydrate with plain H2O until such time as the piss runs light-yellow or clear, and eat a balanced meal of vegetables, some form of pasta or rice, and protein such as that found in sardines. Dehydration is a serious condition that affects both the mind and the body in serious and debilitating ways, so learn to read your body's warning signs, moistening it regularly.
場黑麥 mentiri manufactorem fecit
28 February 2012
on phaltscape etiquette and standards
The urban bicyclist may differ from her fellow mashers in appearance, dress, and hairstyle, but she will share with them standards of smog-riding etiquette as extensive as those of any other professional affiliation. Since it would be inconvenient to list every standard common to the smog-rider, let us examine a few of the more practical matters. To avoid making the drivers trapped in their smoking metal boxes jealous, she keeps all evidence of her bursting exuberance hidden from sight. In order to inform the people around her of her whereabouts, she will sound a series of war-whoops and signaling-whistles piercing and attention-getting enough to prevent unnecessary collisions. She rides with proper stance – shoulders pulled back and chest thrust out – so as to isolate the workout to her lower body while allowing her eyes to scan the environment calmly and with keen interest. In order to stay upright and aboard her smog-sled, she is able day or night to repair and maintain it anywhere and in any weather, and although her conveyance will look dusty and well-used, it will be in good working condition, as she has always on hand tools and spare parts.
Beyond the practical matters just listed, there are spiritual standards common to the urban cyclist. Within his brains is an extensive collection of those routes that are the smoothest, that have the least motor-vehicle traffic, and that allow him to avoid running into pesky and annoying police officers. So as to keep his body in good working condition and to avoid the irritability and dangers associated with dehydration, he drinks regularly of green coconut water, or of other beverages rich in electrolytes. An honorable and virtuous being, he will carry his smog-sled when it can carry him no longer, and since he knows that bicycling is a dangerous activity, he lives peacefully knowing that death is rushing by inches from his tender flesh-bag of a body.
Here are presented but a few of the standards of smogriding – may you discover more, and establish a few of your own.
場黑麥 ioanni elymucampus fecit
Beyond the practical matters just listed, there are spiritual standards common to the urban cyclist. Within his brains is an extensive collection of those routes that are the smoothest, that have the least motor-vehicle traffic, and that allow him to avoid running into pesky and annoying police officers. So as to keep his body in good working condition and to avoid the irritability and dangers associated with dehydration, he drinks regularly of green coconut water, or of other beverages rich in electrolytes. An honorable and virtuous being, he will carry his smog-sled when it can carry him no longer, and since he knows that bicycling is a dangerous activity, he lives peacefully knowing that death is rushing by inches from his tender flesh-bag of a body.
Here are presented but a few of the standards of smogriding – may you discover more, and establish a few of your own.
場黑麥 ioanni elymucampus fecit
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