Monday, January 28, 2013

Power and Danger

That which is powerful is dangerous.
That which is dangerous is powerful.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Story of, Dick, In The Community

The Story of, Dick, In The Community
This is SO cruel. And SO accurate. And SO hilarious! 
The sick irony here is that none of the PUA gurus I've read or contacted in the last two years (there is the hint for anyone who knows me well) has ANY clue why I initially got into all this };). 

Saturday, January 19, 2013

 I guess the "nice girls" I "dated" (whatever the 

hell that means)--in my dim and chequered past--

figured my "nice guy"phase was just that. They 

were right!

Friday, January 18, 2013

Does it Matter What Our Ancestors Would Do? - Pagan UnderWorld

Does it Matter What Our Ancestors Would Do? - Pagan UnderWorld




Then we get to the evolutionary psychological "intentions" of our Savanna-Brain Paleolitic genetic "ancestors" who had not a clue about fMRI imaging.

A Dangerous Meme


This is a dangerous idea:
The very people who have historically done the most to preserve any given culture from generation to generation are the people who have reproduced the least. For a cognitive species, the meme, and not the gene, is the basis of cultural transference.

Video: Conversation: Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey | Watch PBS NewsHour Online | PBS Video

Video: Conversation: Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey | Watch PBS NewsHour Online | PBS Video:

'via Blog this'

Miscegenation by Natasha Trethewey : The Poetry Foundation

Miscegenation by Natasha Trethewey : The Poetry Foundation
for the day he was left at the orphanage, his race unknown in Mississippi.


"In 1965 my parents broke two laws of Mississippi;

they went to Ohio to marry, returned to Mississippi.

They crossed the river into Cincinnati, a city whose name
begins with a sound like sin, the sound of wrong—mis in Mississippi.

A year later they moved to Canada, followed a route the same
as slaves, the train slicing the white glaze of winter, leaving Mississippi.

Faulkner’s Joe Christmas was born in winter, like Jesus, given his name
My father was reading War and Peace when he gave me my name.
I was born near Easter, 1966, in Mississippi.

When I turned 33 my father said, It’s your Jesus year—you’re the same
age he was when he died. It was spring, the hills green in Mississippi.

I know more than Joe Christmas did. Natasha is a Russian name—
though I’m not; it means Christmas child, even in Mississippi."

'via Blog this'


US Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey who is also my neighbor in Decatur, GA.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Most people

No-one is "most people" unless your parents named you Most People.