Saturday, January 15, 2011

You have a day off. it's cold outside. What do you do to stay warm and hibernate at home?

That's a great question, there are a couple different options.

1) Just stay in bed, bundle up in the blankets with a flashlight and read something stimulating, like Guacamole Baseball.

2) Call a friend to come over and get in the blanket with you, twice as much body heat, and maybe a little calisthenics if everything goes well.

3) Stand in front of a hot oven with some cocoa. Remember to turn frequently for even browning.

4) My favorite cold weather activity is sorta a combination, I like to get into a big cast-iron tub, with a friend, if possible, point a forced-air heater at the side to get it nice and toasty, and read and drink hot chocolate in the tub for a couple hours.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Three Kinds of People

   Human nature and experience is usually best summed up and communicated through pithy, sweeping generalizations and clever pie charts, supported with bullshit, unverifiable statistics pulled straight out of the rotten, stinking asshole of common wisdom.

It is in that tradition that I present to you my own simple classification system for people, as relates to how they judge my actions and efforts in life.

The worth of the information is usually in calibrating my behavior and improving the fruit of my creative labors. Your mileage may vary.

There are three kinds of people, cosigners, haters, and other.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Friendly Verse: The Wizard

On the minute of the hour of the morn of the day,
The wizard came out to play.
Sublime and mundane, serene and profane,
The wizard learned how to pray.

"Free me from the shackles my own fists hold together,
Whisper secrets
into my crusty eyes.
Power flows to and through me
I am vessel
I am the skye."

And silence met the wizard's words
as sea meets shore and air meets land
as fire crossing millions of empty miles
meeting flesh
becomes God's active hand.

At the minute of the hour at the close of the day
The wizard flew back to his home
Clear intention like a raptor
diving, striking in the night
The results, as of yet, unknown.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

On Censorship and Huckleberry Finn


Before we get into this, I want to warn you that I will use the word "nigger". I doubt I'll use it 219 times, but I'm not going to resort to "the N-word" as if it were some sort of linguistic voldemort that will come into my room and cast the cruciatus curse on my muggleness.

It's a word, a tool, a symbol. In and of itself it has no power or importance. What determines the effect and impact of the word is how it's used. As George Carlin said "There is absolutely nothing wrong with the word “nigger” in and of itself. It’s the racist asshole who’s using it that you ought to be concerned about."

That quote sums up my position on this Huckleberry Finn censorship beautifully. I think we can all agree that "nigger" is a foul, ugly word, but what determines the danger it presents is the context in which it's used.

I've even used the word myself in poetry.

So let's talk about context.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

1-1-11 The Sweat Lodge

On the way to Okeechobee for New Year's lodge

 When I tell people that I regularly participate in Native American sweat lodge ceremony, I usually get one of two reactions.

"Didn't some people die in one of those?" or "What's a sweat lodge?"

Yes, I tell them. Some people HAVE died in sweat lodges.

James Arthur Ray held a "Spiritual Warrior" retreat at the Angel Valley Retreat Center in Arizona that resulted in the death of three participants and the hospitalization of twenty others.

He packed 55 people into a 415 square foot lodge, covered it with plastic tarps, kept them in there for two hours, and brought more hot rocks in every fifteen minutes.

The farm land on which we hold lodge in Okeechobee
Needless to say, he wasn't really following traditional protocol.

Oh, and he was charging $9000 - $10,000 per person for the five day retreat.

This isn't how a sweat lodge should be run, and is a gross perversion of the practice, in my opinion.

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