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The lyrics to White Rabbit

-- Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell them a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call

Call Alice
When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"

Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head,
feed your head,
feed your head" 
I always thought it said "... have fallen from your head", and never picked up on "sloppy dead". Two online sources which may have the same stem and which may not have it right give it as it is above.

Based on Alice's Adventures In Wonderland: read that book here.

Apropos of:

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas:

The book, and the film.
Dr. Gonzo: Music, man. Put that tape on.
Raoul Duke: What tape?
Dr. Gonzo: Jefferson Airplane, "White Rabbit". I need a rising sound.
Raoul Duke: You're doomed. I'm leaving here in two hours and then they're going to come up here and beat the mortal shit out of you with big saps. Right there in that fucking tub.
Dr. Gonzo: [Splashes and screams]
Raoul Duke: Alright, I'll do it. But do me one last favor, will you. Can you give me two hours? That's all I ask man, just two hours to sleep before tomorrow. I suspect it's going to be a very difficult day. 

 Speaking of "the mortal shit", this quote from F&LiLV reminds me of Mortal Online:
Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing - intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes.
Also recommended, by the IRC Warrior-Poet (and Stratics.com moderator) known as "Pendragon",


Moving right along...

The War of the Worlds (1953)

85 min  -  Action | Horror | Sci-Fi
The film adaptation of the H.G.Wells story told on radio of the invasion of Earth by Martians.
Incorrectly regarded as goofs: Modern viewers often complain that the wires used to suspend the Martian war machines are plainly visible throughout the film. The film was originally shot in three strip Technicolor, with prints made using a dye transfer process that resulted in very saturated colors but a slight reduction in overall resolution. This reduction in resolution "fuzzed out" the wires in original prints, making them effectively invisible. Later prints were made in Eastman Color, which uses a photographic process and yields sharper prints, but here had the side effect of making the support and electric wires plainly visible. (The models had electrical wires as the side pods of the machines really lit up green and the "cobra heads" lit up as well.) It is common practice in the film industry to take into account what details will be visible when a print is projected so as not to waste production time and money on details that will never actually be visible to a viewing audience, especially in the areas of effects and matte paintings. Thus the filmmakers never thought the wires would be visible and in fact they weren't until the first Eastman Color prints of the film were struck in the late 1960s, and they have become even more visible on modern video releases as there is no dye sublimation resolution loss when making video masters from the original negatives.

And we finish up with a quote from the mistress of innuendo, Mae West, which your Editrix had occasion to paraphrase recently:
Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?
Reminiscent to me of a bit of Marlene Dietrich's, found here:
Dietrich would inform the audience that she could read minds, and ask them to concentrate hard on thinking about whatever came into their minds. Then she would walk over to a soldier and earnestly tell him, "Oh, think of something else. I can't possibly talk about that!" 

Man Enters Skybox; Crashes Mortal Online Server (Flammarion Engraving)

Skybox (video games) 

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia 

A skybox is a method of creating backgrounds to make a computer and video games level look bigger than it really is. When a skybox is used, the level is enclosed in a cuboid; and the sky, distant mountains, distant buildings, and other unreachable objects are projected onto the cube's faces (using a technique called cube mapping), thus creating the illusion of distant three-dimensional surroundings. A skydome employs the same concept but uses either a sphere or a hemisphere instead of a cube.
Processing of 3D graphics is computationally expensive, specifically in real-time games, and poses multiple limits. Levels have to be processed at tremendous speeds, making it difficult to render vast skyscapes in real-time. Additionally, realtime graphics generally have depth buffers with limited bit-depth which puts a limit on the amount of detail that can be rendered at a distance.
To compensate for these problems, games often employ skyboxes. Traditionally, these are simple cubes with up to 6 different textures placed on the faces. By careful alignment, a viewer in the exact middle of the skybox will perceive the illusion of a real 3D world around it, made up of those 6 faces.
As a viewer moves through a 3D scene, it is common for the skybox to remain stationary with respect to the viewer. This technique gives the skybox the illusion of being very far away since other objects in the scene appear to move, while the skybox does not. This imitates real life, where distant objects such as clouds, stars and even mountains appear to be stationary when the viewpoint is displaced by relatively small distances. Effectively, everything in a skybox will always appear to be infinitely distant from the viewer. This consequence of skyboxes dictates that designers should be careful not to carelessly include images of discrete objects in the textures of a skybox since the viewer may be able to perceive the inconsistencies of those objects' sizes as the scene is traversed.
The source of a skybox can be any form of texture including photographs, hand-drawn images, or pre-rendered 3D geometry. Usually, these textures are created and aligned in 6 directions, with viewing angles of 90 degrees (which covers up the 6 faces of the cube).

 

Flammarion engraving

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A traveller puts his head under the edge of the firmament in the original (1888) printing of the Flammarion engraving.
The Flammarion engraving is a wood engraving by an unknown artist, so named because its first documented appearance is in Camille Flammarion's 1888 book L'atmosphère: météorologie populaire ("The Atmosphere: Popular Meteorology").[1] The engraving has often, but erroneously, been referred to as a woodcut. It has been used to represent a supposedly medieval cosmology, including a flat earth bounded by a solid and opaque sky, or firmament, and also as a metaphorical illustration of either the scientific or the mystical quests for knowledge.

Contents

Description

The engraving depicts a man, clothed in a long robe and carrying a staff, who kneels down and passes his head, shoulders, and right arm through a gap between the starry sky and the earth, discovering a marvellous realm of circling clouds, fires and suns beyond the heavens. One of the elements of the cosmic machinery bears a strong resemblance to traditional pictorial representations of the "wheel in the middle of a wheel" described in the visions of the Hebrew prophet Ezekiel.
The caption that accompanies the engraving in Flammarion's book reads
A missionary of the Middle Ages tells that he had found the point where the sky and the Earth touch...[1]
This image refers to the text on the facing page (p. 163), which also clarifies Flammarion's intent in using it as an illustration:
Whether the sky be clear or cloudy, it always seems to us to have the shape of an elliptic arch; far from having the form of a circular arch, it always seems flattened and depressed above our heads, and gradually to become farther removed toward the horizon. Our ancestors imagined that this blue vault was really what the eye would lead them to believe it to be; but, as Voltaire remarks, this is about as reasonable as if a silk-worm took his web for the limits of the universe. The Greek astronomers represented it as formed of a solid crystal substance; and so recently as Copernicus, a large number of astronomers thought it was as solid as plate-glass. The Latin poets placed the divinities of Olympus and the stately mythological court upon this vault, above the planets and the fixed stars. Previous to the knowledge that the earth was moving in space, and that space is everywhere, theologians had installed the Trinity in the empyrean, the glorified body of Jesus, that of the Virgin Mary, the angelic hierarchy, the saints, and all the heavenly host.... A naïve missionary of the Middle Ages even tells us that, in one of his voyages in search of the terrestrial paradise, he reached the horizon where the earth and the heavens met, and that he discovered a certain point where they were not joined together, and where, by stooping his shoulders, he passed under the roof of the heavens...[2]
It must be pointed out that this paragraph had already appeared, without the accompanying engraving, in an earlier edition of the text published under the title of L'atmosphère: description des grands phénomènes de la Nature ("The Atmosphere: Description of the Great Phenomena of Nature," 1872).[3] Yet the correspondence between the text and the illustration is so close that one would appear to be based on the other. Had Flammarion known of the engraving in 1872, it seems unlikely that he would have left it out of that year's edition, which was already heavily illustrated. The more probable conclusion therefore is that Flammarion commissioned the engraving specifically to illustrate this particular text, though this has not been ascertained conclusively.

Literary sources

The idea of the contact of a solid sky with the earth is one that repeatedly appears in Flammarion's earlier works. In his Les mondes imaginaires et les mondes réels ("The Imaginary Worlds and the Real Worlds," 1864), he cites a legend of a Christian saint, Macarius the Roman, which he dates to the 6th century. This legend includes the story of three monks (Theophilus, Sergius, and Hyginus) who "wished to discover the point where the sky and the earth touch"[4] (in Latin: ubi cœlum terræ se conjungit).[5] After recounting the legend[6] he remarks that "the preceding monks hoped to go to heaven without leaving the earth, to find 'the place where the sky and the earth touch,' and open the mysterious gateway which separates this world from the other. Such is the cosmographical notion of the universe; it is always the terrestrial valley crowned by the canopy of the heavens."
In the legend of St. Macarius, the monks do not in fact find the place where earth and sky touch. In Les mondes imaginaires Flammarion recounts another story:
This fact reminds us of the tale which Le Vayer recounts in his Letters. It appears that an anchorite, probably a relative of the Desert Fathers of the East, boasted of having been as far as the end of the world, and of having been obliged to stoop his shoulders, on account of the joining of the sky and of the earth in that distant place.[7]
Flammarion also mentioned the same citation, in nearly the same words, in his Histoire du Ciel ("History of the Sky"):
"I have in my library," interrupted the deputy, "a very curious work: Levayer's letters. I recall having read there of a good anchorite who bragged of having been 'to the ends of the earth,' and of having been obliged to stoop his shoulders, because of the union of the sky and of the earth at this extremity."[8]
The Letters referred to are a series of short essays by François de La Mothe Le Vayer. In letter 89, Le Vayer, after referring to Strabo's scornful opinion of the explorer Pytheas, who had mentioned a region in the far north where land, sea, and air seemed to mingle in a single gelatinous substance, adds:
That good anchorite, who boasted of having been as far as the end of the world, said likewise, that he had been obliged to stoop low, on account of the joining of the sky and earth in that distant region.[9]
Le Vayer does not specify who this "anchorite" was, or provide any further details about the story or its sources. Le Vayer's hint was expanded upon by Pierre Estève in his Histoire generale et particuliere de l'astronomie ("General and Particular History of Astronomy," 1755), where he interprets Le Vayer's statement (without credit) as a claim that Pytheas "had arrived at a corner of the sky, and was obliged to stoop down in order not to touch it."[10]
The combination of the story of St. Macarius with Le Vayer's remark seems to be due to Flammarion himself. It also appears in his Les terres du ciel ("The Lands of the Sky"):
With respect to the bounds (of the Earth)... some monks of the tenth century of our era, bolder than the rest, say that, in making a voyage in search of the terrestrial paradise, they had found the point where the heaven and earth touch, and had even been obliged to lower their shoulders![11]

Pictorial sources

In 1957, astronomer Ernst Zinner claimed that the image dated to the German Renaissance, but he was unable to find any version published earlier than 1906.[12] Further investigation, however, revealed that the work was a composite of images characteristic of different historical periods, and that it had been made with a burin, a tool used for wood engraving only since the late 18th century. The image was traced to Flammarion's book by Arthur Beer, an astrophysicist and historian of German science at Cambridge and, independently, by Bruno Weber, the curator of rare books at the Zürich central library.[13]
Flammarion had been apprenticed at the age of twelve to an engraver in Paris and it is believed that many of the illustrations for his books were engraved from his own drawings, probably under his supervision. Therefore it is plausible that Flammarion himself created the image, though the evidence for this remains circumstantial. Like most other illustrations in Flammarion's books, the engraving carries no attribution. Although sometimes referred to as a forgery or a hoax, Flammarion does not characterize the engraving as a medieval or renaissance woodcut, and the mistaken interpretation of the engraving as an older work did not occur until after Flammarion's death. The decorative border surrounding the engraving is distinctly non-medieval and it was only by cropping it that the confusion about the historical origins of the image became possible.
According to Bruno Weber and to astronomer Joseph Ashbrook,[14] the depiction of a spherical heavenly vault separating the earth from an outer realm is similar to the first illustration in Sebastian Münster's Cosmographia of 1544,[15] a book which Flammarion, an ardent bibliophile and book collector, might have owned.

Later uses and interpretations

The image was used as an illustration in C. G. Jung's Flying Saucers: A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies (1959), and in The Mathematical Experience (1981) by Philip J. Davis and Reuben Hersh. It served as the cover illustration for Daniel J. Boorstin's The Discoverers (1983), a bestselling account of the history of science, for Richard Sorabji's Matter, Space & Motion: Theories in Antiquity and Their Sequel (1988), Stephan Hoeller's Gnosticism: New Light on the Ancient Tradition of Inner Knowing (2002), and more recently for William T. Vollmann's Uncentering the Earth: Copernicus and On the Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres (2006). Donovan's 1973 LP, Cosmic Wheels, had a copy in its inner sleeve.
Some commentators have claimed that Flammarion produced the image to propagandize the myth that medieval Europeans widely believed the Earth to be flat.[16] In his book, however, Flammarion never discusses the issue of the shape of the Earth. His text suggests that the image is simply a fanciful illustration of the false view of the sky as an opaque barrier.

See also

References

  1. ^ a b Flammarion, Camille (1888). L'atmosphère: météorologie populaire. Paris. p. 163.. The text is also available here.
  2. ^ Flammarion, Camille (1873). The Atmosphere. New York. p. 103.
  3. ^ Flammarion, Camille (1872). L'atmosphère: description des grands phénomènes de la Nature. Paris. p. 138.
  4. ^ Flammarion, Camille (1865). Les mondes imaginaires et les mondes réels. Paris. p. 246.
  5. ^ De Vitis Patrum Liber Primus. Paris. 1860. p. 415.
  6. ^ The legend of St. Macarius may be read in English translation at Vitae Patrum.
  7. ^ Flammarion, Camille (1865). Les mondes imaginaires et les mondes réels. Paris. p. 328.
  8. ^ Flammarion, Camille (1872). Histoire du Ciel. Paris. p. 299.
  9. ^ de La Mothe Le Vayer, François (1662). Oeuvres de François de La Mothe Le Vayer, Volume 3. Paris. p. 777.
  10. ^ Estève, Pierre (1755). Histoire generale et particuliere de l'astronomie. Paris. p. 242.
  11. ^ Flammarion, Camille (1884). Les terres du ciel. Paris. p. 395.
  12. ^ Ernst Zinner, in Börsenblatt für den Deutschen Buchhandel, Frankfurt, 18 March 1957.
  13. ^ Bruno Weber, in Gutenberg-Jahrbuch, pp. 381-407 (1973).
  14. ^ Joseph Ashbrook, "Astronomical Scrapbook: About an Astronomical Woodcut," Sky & Telescope, 53 (5), pp. 356-407, May 1977.
  15. ^ The image is shown here
  16. ^ See, e.g., here, and here

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RL Farmville with Ugly Tomatoes

Laylah says:
[16:53:59] ­If I feel better all this week I might get some RL Farmville going, here.

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Ninogan says:
[16:54:45] ­That is a million times better than internet farmville...

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Laylah says:
[16:55:14] ­tomatoes get... expensive. some years (to buy at the store, not to grow)

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Ninogan says:
[16:55:51] ­I bet they taste better home grown anyways
[16:55:59] ­I'm not very fond of tomatoes though...

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Laylah says:
[16:56:27] ­i think so though i have to give props to the ones from the local farmer's market, because they are home-grown, basically
[16:57:26] ­i do not know at your latitude if you could possibly get very good tomatoes... they may all come from far away, and the good-tasting ones do not travel well

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Ninogan says:
[16:57:54] ­Yeah I think they come from Italy or something...
[16:58:26] ­As a young child I apparently loved tomatoes though
[16:59:25] ­I don't anymore

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Laylah says:
[17:00:16] ­http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/192/1922195/28_2009/18807c591ef8a9b6_Heirloom_tomatoes.preview.JPG
[17:00:28] ­^^ kinda ugly, hm?

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Ninogan says:
* * *
[17:01:11] ­There... fixed it
[17:01:14] ­And eww

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Laylah says:
[17:01:16] ­Some of those taste better than the really pretty ones, but you cannot take those varieties and box and ship them three states or countries away-- they just will not arrive edible
[17:01:44] ­So this year i want to grow ugly tomatoes =)


There's Just Us

... but I'm still agnostic on the existence of Canadians (despite a nodding internet acquaintance with Duo, Dio, and Halethrain, unquote).

The All-Knowing Internet informs me that this is Moraine Lake in or near Banff National Park. And that it might not be man-made.

I'm an atheist, and I happen to believe that everything happens for a reason! But to clarify - the reason any particular thing happens is what happened just before. In short, causality. I'm a big believer in that.

Review: Hey, Baby


Anonymous: Why am I shooting men in that game?
and why is it saying "R.I.P. very attractive"
o.O
and I can't shoot women or some specific men


Laylah: You're only supposed to shoot the ones you want to punish for what they say to you.

Anonymous: No, I want to shoot them all 

Laylah: Well, RIP (phrase here)  is the last thing he said to you, inscribed on his tombstone.
 
Anonymous: "Oh my god, I hope you like black men" who the hell says stuff like that?
and I shoot them all before they can say anything :P just reading it on the gravestone 

Laylah: Guys on the street, in that case specifically a man hassling a woman possibly not of his race.
 
Anonymous: Do people really feel offended when someone says "God bless you'"? 

Laylah: Damn. You're a manhater.
YOU HAVE THE OPTION NOT TO SHOOT.
 
Anonymous: Every woman has her urges!
ehr... 

Laylah: And you know some people are offended by anything.
 
Anonymous: There are no consequences, so why not? 

Laylah: Because even if I could kill everyone, I would not.
o.O 

Anonymous: And I want to shoot the women for walking around as if they were something better and ignoring me!
 
Laylah: Lesbian, or just bi? 

Anonymous: Doesn't matter, they act snobby! isn't that what women thing? :P
I'm trying to roleplay that women damnit!
^^ 
woman 

Laylah: "Think"?
Just keep going.

Anonymous: Okay, women don't think, you are right ^^
heh I'll stop that game now
city full of gravestones
and yes think

Laylah: Great. I'm taking this entire chat, redacting your nickname out of it, and posting it as my review of the game.

Anonymous: A game without consequences and feedback to anything, those are part of the basic core that a game needs to not fail

Laylah: This is a simple fantasy game. 

Anonymous: No, it's a projection of the female mind!

Laylah: I'm not sure it was even written by *a* woman, and I'm pretty sure it was not written by all women as I was not consulted.

(Note: Author has not actually visited the website and tried the game herself, but instead gave the link to two male gamer friends who like to try anything, because she thought it sounded funny. Did not read background material if available. This is still nevertheless a better review of a game than most found on, for instance, MMORPG.com )
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The A in A-List is for Attention (Where's the W for Whore?)

There are many reasons why we should stay true to who we are. But importantly, I can’t think of any reason not to.

Some may not like what they see when you show them everything. They may walk away and never come back. That’s ok. Let them. From their shadows many more will walk into the light. Those are the people you want around anyways.
-- from Write to Done's Flipside to Authenticity: What you stand to gain from sharing your dirty laundry.

That's from something about how, if you're going to blog on any subject, you should basically tell your audience everything about you including (apparently) your bedroom habits.

Do you immediately see, as I do, the flaw in the above advice?

I DO NOT FUCKING WANT EVERYONE ON THE INTERNET 'AROUND ME'. I JUST WANT WRITE SOME STUFF DOWN.

I have been to 4chan. I have seen the masked but ugly legion of faces that are Anonymous. I do not want them in my bedroom.

The thing to do with dirty laundry is to wash it yourself, and only a *man* could think otherwise.

Zuckerberg's Privacy Stance: Facebook CEO 'Doesn't Believe In Privacy'


^This, except that I don't want to actually *look* at his 'little head'; I'll be happy if the right guys do that, instead.



When privacy becomes weird, only the weird will have privacy.



When privacy becomes a commodity, only people who pay for what they needn't pay for -or- those who know how not to pay for anything, will have it.



"People have really gotten comfortable with the choice to not only share more information and different kinds, but more openly and with more people-- or not". Fixed. Not to bash on curly-headed gingers, but is this a case of Revenge Thinking at work? Why is he, essentially, ridiculing-as-unpopular-and-abnormal something that's very, very basic?
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Got My Mojo Workin'

I Got My Mojo Working

Muddy Waters

Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do


I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand

I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand
I'm gonna have all you women right here at my command


Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do


I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice
I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice
I got some red hot tips I got to keep on ice


Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working

.....

But it - uh uh - just won't work on you

Rubric for the Day [RotD]

HAVANA  - FEBRUARY 20:  The moon is seen almost fully eclipsed as it passes through the Earth's shadow
Image by Getty Images via Daylife
Fragment on Dissembling
By Lucie Brock Broido

Curious in your dark
Frock-coat, do everything
That you have to,
If it is time;
Leave nothing
Still unsaid.
Once, to make of nothing
Something, was divine.
To have made
Of something
Nothing, was sublime.

Excerpt from TROUBLE IN MIND. Copyright © 2004 by Lucie Brock Broido.

Porphyria's Lover

...[A] dramatic monologue about taking refuge from a storm with the person you love most. Nestled in a cottage in the woods, the narrator and his beautiful Porphyria cozy up by the fire and gaze longingly at each other.

Realizing that Porphyria loves him, the narrator decides to preserve the Kodak moment by strangling her with her own hair. He then kisses, props up, and sits beside her dead body, admiring its loveliness through the rest of the night. So much for everything you thought you knew about Victorian love poetry.

“Porphyria’s Lover”, by Robert Browning


In A Nutshell

"Porphyria's Lover" is one of the earliest of Robert Browning's dramatic monologues. It was originally published in 1836 in a magazine called the Monthly Repository under the title "Porphyria," and then republished in 1842 in a book called Dramatic Lyrics alongside another of Browning's poems, "Johannes Agricola in Meditation." The 1842 publication titled the two poems, collectively, "Madhouse Cells." It wasn't until 1863 that the poem was given the title that we now use, "Porphyria's Lover."

The 1842 title "Madhouse Cells" underlines the abnormal psychology of the speakers of Browning's poems. Actually, to say "abnormal psychology" is putting it pretty mildly: the speaker of "Porphyria's Lover" murders his girlfriend by strangling her with her hair, and then sits and admires the corpse for the rest of the night. So "psychotic" might be a better way of describing the speaker of "Porphyria's Lover."

Now might be a good time to point out that the speaker of "Porphyria's Lover," like the speakers of any of Browning's monologues, is a dramatic character – it's not Robert Browning himself! The poem is entirely from the point of view of a psychotic killer, which puts the reader in the uncomfortable position of reading the thoughts – or, if you're reading the poem out loud, of giving voice to the thoughts – of a madman. This is just one reason that Browning's monologues have received so much critical attention in recent decades.

Unfortunately for Robert Browning, though, most of his poetry was ignored during his life – his wife, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, was much more successful commercially. Ever heard of the sonnet "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…"? That's Elizabeth Barrett Browning, writing about her love for her husband, Robert. During the Victorian period (i.e., during the reign of Queen Victoria in Great Britain, or 1837-1901), readers preferred poems like Barrett Browning's – poems about love and beauty – rather than poems like Robert Browning's, which probe the psychological depths of criminals and murderers.

Text of the Poem

The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me – she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!




    PETA = Hypocrites, and also, "Don't Toss That Rabbit"

    Peta vs Animals
    Via: http://onlineschools.org/

    PETA sucks.  This infoposter from Online Schools, though slanted, is remarkably accurate on the subject of PETA's hypocrisy.

    For the record, I have no problem with shelters killing animals that are unadoptable-- it's what I wish they'd do with most individuals of the pitbull type of dog instead of trying to rehabilitate those with "problems". I'm not even sure that human beings on the extreme end of the spectrum of "aggressive and violent" can be rehabilitated, and I'm morally certain that dogs cannot (meaning I would not accept the risk of exposing anyone to a 'rehabilitated' mean dog).

    The problem that I have with shelters is exemplified by their method of disposing of, for instance, rabbits; in the last resort they euthanise them and that protein goes... nowhere useful. There are plenty of hungry humans, even setting aside those I'd rather not see fed, who'd benefit from rabbit stew. Given that I wouldn't care if starving humans ate my dead body (though I'd rather not be murdered for my meat), I don't think that putting a healthy but absolutely surplus rabbit in the pot does any harm. If it was a pet for years, there are implicit human responsibilities and concerns that should have been addressed-- but by the original keeper of the rabbit.

    Now, the third item and pressing question is, why not make puppy tacos? (Let's not consider eating cat. I wouldn't, and in that I include trapped bobcat, while having no absolute objection to trapping bobcats when they are not endangered. It just so happens, they're all endangered (mostly by loss of habitat).)  I see no reason not to, though I see many good reasons to avoid a situation (that is, birth of more puppies than anyone needs or can care for) where it becomes necessary. Ideally there would be no unadoptable puppies, but that's far from probable any time soon.

    And the only reason I might not support (which doesn't mean "try to stamp out") raising dogs for meat is the conversion factor: they take an omnivorous, and in fact heavily carnivorous diet suitable to the canine niche in the food web. Eating dog meat could be called a habit of too much, or too little: too much money, too many running-loose dogs to get rid of; or, too little money, too little control of canine reproduction.

    And finally, NB: "whale boat attackers" are for the most part just enforcing international law on the high seas, without a badge but with every moral right and my approbation to do so.

    Rabbit Meat

    Rabbit meat
    Butchery, yes! Disposal? NO!
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    The Ancient Elf

    by James Stephens


    I am the maker,
    The builder, the breaker,
    The eagle-winged helper,
    The speedy forsaker!

    The lance and the lyre,
    The water, the fire,
    The tooth of oppression,
    The lip of desire!

    The snare and the wing,
    The honey, the sting!
    When you seek for me-- look
    For a different thing!

    I, careless and gay,
    Never mean what I say,
    For my thoughts and my eyes
    Look the opposite way!

    .: The Ancient Elf :.