Plumes of hydrogen spew from the nucleus of M82
+1=M83
http://www.ancientegypt.co.uk/gods/explore/main.html
http://www.ancientegypt.co.uk/gods/explore/main.html
Saturday
Thursday
attempt to synthesize
mpeg, later on;
unevenly collated, a space to feed the fog.
http://web.me.com/daleberns/internet/food_court_of_the_crimson_&_clover_king.html
Wednesday
Sunday
Saturday
Thursday
DOES THE MEDIA MANIPULATE YOU?!
Pondering this - i think so.
exmaples:
hconstant contest context
Its turning out to be more than a two-way street/good idea/reality-game.
exmaples:
hconstant contest context
Its turning out to be more than a two-way street/good idea/reality-game.
Wednesday
Tuesday
Saturday
Egpyt transmission - worth the read
To world, love - andrew
RE:(none)
12/23
Here is the unedited version of that story. Everything I wrote had to be
carefully edited before I sent it out, considering my parents, among others,
were on the e-mail list.
Thursday came before I realized it. I had had a relatively tough week of work,
but it went by surprisingly fast. Unfortunately, I wasn’t expecting to fully
enjoy the weekend as my professor for my international politics class scheduled
our midterm for Saturday. I ran a few errands and came home to relax on the
couch as my roommates drifted in from school. Jake had spoken with his friend
Kareem and planned to have him and a few friends over later that night. This
was perfect. I could have a chill night at home and get a good night’s sleep
before spending Friday studying.
Kareem arrived at around 8 with three other friends. One was named Islam;
another Yasser; and the final guy’s name eluded me. The hash was immediately
broken out and we got to work. Jake and Islam rolled joints while Yasser rolled
a double-cup: one cup on top of another. Yasser gave all of us Americans the
first hits, which began the smoke fest. Once rolled, we had two joints
circulating in addition to the double-cup. It was a light atmosphere, with
everyone laughing and talking. Kareem spoke the best English but was mostly
effective in translating what we said. Us Americans tried our Arabic on the
other guys, sometimes with success, other times without. My Arabic was
specifically horrid as I can’t speak Arabic when I’m high. The language barrier
didn’t seem to matter much. It couldn’t keep us from enjoying each other’s
company.
RE:(none)
12/23
Here is the unedited version of that story. Everything I wrote had to be
carefully edited before I sent it out, considering my parents, among others,
were on the e-mail list.
Thursday came before I realized it. I had had a relatively tough week of work,
but it went by surprisingly fast. Unfortunately, I wasn’t expecting to fully
enjoy the weekend as my professor for my international politics class scheduled
our midterm for Saturday. I ran a few errands and came home to relax on the
couch as my roommates drifted in from school. Jake had spoken with his friend
Kareem and planned to have him and a few friends over later that night. This
was perfect. I could have a chill night at home and get a good night’s sleep
before spending Friday studying.
Kareem arrived at around 8 with three other friends. One was named Islam;
another Yasser; and the final guy’s name eluded me. The hash was immediately
broken out and we got to work. Jake and Islam rolled joints while Yasser rolled
a double-cup: one cup on top of another. Yasser gave all of us Americans the
first hits, which began the smoke fest. Once rolled, we had two joints
circulating in addition to the double-cup. It was a light atmosphere, with
everyone laughing and talking. Kareem spoke the best English but was mostly
effective in translating what we said. Us Americans tried our Arabic on the
other guys, sometimes with success, other times without. My Arabic was
specifically horrid as I can’t speak Arabic when I’m high. The language barrier
didn’t seem to matter much. It couldn’t keep us from enjoying each other’s
company.
Thursday
LIMITLESS FIIELD OF POSSIBITIES,
But - still no dates.
Gota by mindbody-jambalaya
Gota by mindbody-jambalaya
'New Realism=New Perceptual Approaches To The Real'
Syb·a·rit·ic /ˌsɪbəˈrɪtɪk/ Show Spelled[sib-uh-rit-ik] Show IPA –adjective 1. ( usually lowercase ) pertaining to or characteristic of a sybarite; characterized by or loving luxury or sensuous pleasure: to wallow in sybaritic splendor.
Is my ability to connect the cosmos, dao, eternal, immaterial - (however one names it), a luxury or a condition created just from having to fight for my existence in no intense sense? I wonder and I worry, then I dont care, but I still carry it. Kevin talks, he says, "take away everything and whats left is Buddha." I like that, but how
GET 3d! Dear User, put on your Red & Blue glasses please:
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| Hennepin Ave Bridge, Shot at Dietrich's Art opening on top of some firm - building. |
Wednesday
Tuesday
MY FRIEND, THE SUN
Catching a last glimpse this cold winter day, perched on my neighbor's lawn bump by his drive, Le Chez de Bradley Machov. Letting the orb sink into my being, I became acutely aware of the sequence of radiance and decay - enjoy!
Sunday
WORDS and SOFT TOUCHES
I like my hands, I thank for why they here in every way. Here, they sing.
Pen looked at so closely! I can feel the grooves.
The VIDEOS
These are all upside down, only to turn you on their head!
Pen looked at so closely! I can feel the grooves.
The VIDEOS
These are all upside down, only to turn you on their head!
painted qw with Abby
silke art - my name
Miced Medium - After Dinner
Dreamed-up creature, several years ago or more
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