Saturday, January 31, 2009

Brain Washers Lyrics Blackalicious

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I now proclaim the new definition of Hip-Hop: Poetry with beats and hooks. Fin.
Here's some lyrics from Blackalicious, though the beats and hooks are well worth a listen.

Chorus:

Tryin' man I'm tryin' lies and lies ain't buyin' (?)
where to I go, where do I go?

tryin' yes I'm strivin' lies and lies ain't buyin'
how does it go?

[blackalicious]
Walk, to a time when minds was one
Came into creation as itself, mankind was born
Step into the eye of the storm, survive as pawn
Casualties of evil men, slidin' the blinders on
Lies will spawn, hey are you concious was side you're on?
Is the total story told or is it they hide you from?
Why are we on the brink of murderin' more innocent
Now we slide (?), we're patriotic and so militant
Get ya ride on, rise on, take a look
They done even takin' righteous laws, rewrote the books
To benefit the prize they got they eyes on
Minds run rampant, to be revealed when the proper time comes
Brainwashers

[chorus]

Brainwashers
It's when you think how they wanna think
Speak how they wanna speak, Livin' in defeat
When you don't wanna question what they
teach, as the truth
With no proof, with the fear of burnin' in eternal heat
When your programmed not to be your own man, but a sheep
Bein' heared as they word it, so you think it ain't free
When you sleep in a deep sleep standin' on your feet
When your beat makin' ends meat, raw, thin and they see (?)
Now your labeled obsolete, workin' for relief (?)
In the heat on bare feet, smile showin' off your teeth
Good grief, it's a ____(?) how they work it
And they jerk it, while they surf,
Plus the surf keeps the _____ (?) underneath the brainwashers

[chorus] (several times)

[studio guy]
You just keep playing. Can you bring that
level up in my earphones? And you bring
their level up in my chairs, cause I'm
playing with sticks, and I'm drowning
'em out, so if you can give them more of
this. Yeah, you can bring that in even
more. Bring up. Yeah. You guys play. Yeah,
that's perfect.

[other voice]
Sounds of science.

[more voices]
Kool-Aid
Chemistry
Arrow
Lyrics: Brain Washers, Blackalicious

Apple Introduces Revolutionary New Laptop; Repost from theonion.com


Apple Introduces Revolutionary New Laptop With No Keyboard

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Barack Obama's Inaugural Adress

Well, there's the bald-faced truth that I just didn't want to admit, didn't even want to tell my wife: when I listened to Barack Obama become president and give his speech, I was moved to tears. But, most of it, honestly, was grieving for the inherent complicity of someone who supports the troops and puts his hand on his heart at basketball game national anthems, and yet has been blocked and tackled into living through eight years with a nightmare goon squad at the helm of my flag's wheel.
I was pissed and angry, then I listened to a new President speak from his mind and his heart, with clear reference to the better chunks of history, and even give a wag of his finger to the old ways even as he tipped his hat to the hope he humbly agreed to represent. That helped me let go of whatever cloud was in my morning that morning which apparently was associated with hating to be a detractor of my flag's policies for this last previous era.

Perspective is good too. Who was it, that said something like 'we've successfully transferred Executive Authority in the country for the 44th time.' That's something to remember. We didn't elect a snarky bastard - that's really positive. Further perspective is listening to the speech again and hearing the strength and following the meaning of the passages.

I get it though. Not much boom in 'Great Alliances' and 'Hard Choices'. Not much hot in History or the idea of stewardship and responsibility. And guaranteed there will be lots of boo's from the crowd when air quality standards in some States prevent Ford F450's from getting away with dinosaur murder, gobbling hydrocarbon's like hordes of Pacman's evil twins.

Listen you progress fightin' greedy prideful sticks in the mud who are gonna invariably complain to see change, ya' ain't gonna use your M-80's till kill a garden snake, so why haul yer groceries in a five ton Sherman? Whassa' matter...? You too sissy to mount up that shiny electric scooter? Awwwww.
Welcome to Change-ville, you cheese-burger eatin', bright-ass headlight shinin', private liberal party poopin', Women's rights body snatchin', beef and smog industrial waste producin', tax and draft evading,... fellow citizen of mine. Go suck on a naturally nested egg. If they're vegetarian fed, then they're Cholesterol free, just like Organic produce just tastes better.

Believe in your President. Believe in yourself. Believe in our country. Believe in our health.

Friday, January 23, 2009

debunking efforts

this isn't really that cool, but I figured I might as well post it.

I got one of those cute/clever e-mails that always float around, and got the itch to do some debunking. So here it is, with my acidic comments in red.

HistoryMystery












Have a history teacher explain this----- if they can.

How about a wanna-be math teacher/history buff










Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Just because there is an even hundred years between anything, does not make those two events statistically related. The number is arbitrary - it would be just as coincidental had they been elected 104 years apart.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.



Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.


Both were Politicians who were living in times when civil rights were key national issues of debate.


Both had wives and children during periods of history when child mortality wasn't as good as it is today (though even today we rank really low in that statistic compared to other industrialized nations).

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were s hot in the head

The head is a good place to shoot someone if you want to assassinate them, and Friday is a good 'going out' day for the public, making it a good public exposure day for Presidents.

Now it gets really weird.

So you claim.

Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Notice the capitalization of one and not the other - not nearly as coincidental when you're talking about two names out of a whole staff full of 'secretaries' and 'Secretaries'.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Zealots are known to breed in the South, where Old-timey really means something.


Furthermore, LBJ was born in Texas while A.J. was born in North Carolina. It's hardly a coincidence that two reform-oriented Presidents trying to get elected during periods of Southern Black foment would choose moderate Senators from States South of the Mason-Dixon (where half of the States are anyway, again mitigating the impact of the statistic).

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Ken nedy, was born in 1908.


Same analysis as before, one hundred years, though it has a larger tick on the year ruler, that is only because of the base-10 number system we use. Imagine if it was 66 years and 6 months - what would we say then?




John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born

in 1939. Gotcha! according to Wikipedia, John Wilkes Booth was born on May 10, 1838.








Both assassins were known by their three names

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.


Both assassins, as you say, were assassins and therefore wacked in the head with delusions of grandeur which no doubt kept them from wanting to be addressed as 'John' and 'Lee'. Infamy has a way of making the sinister people sound more sinister. Even if they did refer to themselves as Lee and John, the press would certainly rename them. My name is composed of Seventeen letters - I suppose all names average pretty normally to between twelve and twenty-two letters, though that is merely a guess. If both of their names had been Thirty letters each, I'd be surprised.



Now hang on to your seat.

(...because we can stretch connections in a few more places)

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford'.

Kennedy was shot in a car called 'Lincoln' made by 'Ford'.

It would be weirder if President Ford had been shot in a Theater called 'Lincoln', but okay, there is some degree of unusualness in this one.

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

Where Kennedy was shot from is still in debate really, unless dozens of eyewitnesses lied.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before t heir trials.

This seems to indicate that there were conspiracies behind both of the assassinations and the murder of the assissins was carried out by this third unknown party. Well, yeah, either the pissed of crowd would get them to make sure justice was done to someone who'd robbed a country of their most precious figurehead in times of profound struggle, OR the President of a huge country had pissed off enough rich people to make themselves more valuable dead than alive to the crooks that live amongst us and want do-gooders to get harm.

And here's the kicker...



A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.

A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.


I notice you don't go ahead and say he was 'in' Marilyn Monroe. But, sorry, if fifteen letters in their respective names is significant for John and Lee, then the fact that one of these has a 'y' and a 'd' while the other has an 'i' and one less 'a' places it out of the 'WOW' category. How many cities are named Monroe, and how many people who know Presidents have the last name Monroe. More than a couple.
















WHO FIGURED THIS OUT?



INCREDIBLE





This one is strange... more commentary at the bottom.

1) Fold a NEW $20bill in half...









2) Fo ld again, taking care to fold it exactly as below







3) Fold the other end, exactly as b efore









4) Now, simply turn it over...










What a coincidence! A simple geometri c fold creates a catastrophic premonitionprinted on all $20 bills!!!



COINCIDENCE?




YOU DECIDE I DID.


I Decided that the symmetry of the twin towers is easy to reproduce with any landscape bordered by hedges or trees, especially when you have your pick of footage from the twin towers and a wide array of camera angles to choose from.


What's really funny is that the address typed in on the twenty dollar bill is a porn-link phishing hole, who are probably the very people that created this compellingly drafted, but unfortunately B.S. laden advertisement flyer.







Phillip Bunker


The Union-America Stone Begins It's Roll

My favorite part of Obama's Inaugural Address so far (is that the right term for it?):

...

"What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

"Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

...

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Here's What I Want For The World

I want someone to build a Mega-Piston Facility - something I made up in my head.

This facility will generate energy from combustibles. It will have a massive chamber, like a gasoline engine, but the CO2 and other exhausts will be sucked out by hoards of bacteria or algae, and instead of gasoline, it will be powered by nuclear and non-nuclear weapons alike - bullets, explosives scheduled for wasted demolish-uhhh-ment (I'm aware that isn't a word really), missiles, but mostly nuclear weapons. We'll build it on Antarctica, but it can only exist if we make sure it is fully contained of all but the most numerically negligible - heck, we may get fresh water out of the deal, but we must preserve what we have and not just bottle it up. I'm not saying we can't make gobssss of money, but more importantly, I'm just not sure we should go messing around in Antarctica without reasonable assurances that we won't cause El Ninyo times a Google (which, by the way is still a number). Forget it. You're all doomed to blow each other up anyway, so what's the point in trying to argue for the conservation of one measly little sustainably developed zone.

Anyway, this blatherskite-vapor Peace Energy machine will of course be shaped like a peace sign and the tunnels in the midst of this radian wind tunnel will be coated with strong magnetic repulsors, and the whole system will be a cross between your 'wind tunnel' vaccum and a nuclear detonation transistor/world dearmament solution.

There you go world, I just gave us salvation for free. And remember, you get what you pay for, as they say. Unless its free parking - that's a whole lot more.

Surely there's someone who can do such things in seven days or less.

Maybe the Ebenezers of old kept our cities flush with capital since people had to live all together back then in abject poverty. The middle managers could alienate everyone like Mr. Burns, then turn warm and donate their dying inheritance to building park benches, or some other thing - scholarships, orphanages - money in private hands buying good-will for dollars on the penny in the end. Does Tiny Tim's story get told in the modern fairey tales? Where are the heroes around us all? I'm pretty sure they are there, seen or unseen.

Maybe we could make some tiny black holes or something to put in the middle of it.

Snowzilla's Family Attests To Heartwarming History: Repost from ADN.com

The daughter of Snowzilla creator Billy Powers speaks out against Anchorage attempt to duplicate the now-famous towering figure of the magic of Christmas. The awe-inspiring and popular sight of the annual two story construction has battled with detractors including the city, especially in the neighborhood where staunch Snowzilla supporters reside.

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City snowman can't duplicate special joy of Snowzilla

Building a snowman downtown at the railroad depot will not be the same as Snowzilla, no matter how much city officials try to claim it will be.

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Dakota Powers is the daughter of Billy Ray Powers and lives in Anchorage

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The Snowzilla that resides in my front yard is a member of my family. He is unique, and an absolute replica would never be possible. The magic is in the warm heart of this cold giant.

Three years ago, when Snowzilla first rose, he started as any other snowman my brothers had made.

Bundled warmly and armed with shovels, gloves and the holiday spirit, the boys set out. Standing at about 8 or 9 feet (almost 13 with the hat), the snowman was impressive but nowhere near its ultimate height. My siblings were proud of their piece of artwork.

Then two weeks later, a warm Chinook wind blew in and the southern side of the snow sculpture dripped to the ground. The boys, determined to resurrect the big guy, marched out to our front yard to get to work. My Dad and neighbor witnessed the advance and recommended filling the bottom and middle balls together to make the whole thing bigger, "Better double up and catch up," -- a Billy Powers statement if there ever was one.

The fresh snow was moist and packable, the sleds and buckets were out, and neighborhood kids were ready and willing. My sister, not so much for the cold and with a new sewing machine, set to work stitching and stuffing mittens and a nose. The hat was a clothes hamper glued to a hover disc, and the corncob pipe was a soup can and sawed off ski pole.

The first Snowzilla rose to 16 feet and was warmed by a 24-foot scarf. For two weeks, our front door was swinging open and the front entry draped with wet snowsuits slowly drying and gloves warming on the wood stove. Rosy-faced children came in and out to warm up and go to the bathroom, each time taking what seemed like days getting in and out of their winter clothes. With the holiday spirit of a child, my Dad conducted the project and packed snow along with all the other kids and neighbors. It was quite an accomplishment, and the snowman lasted well into April.

It was in mid-May when Snowzilla had finally melted down to a chunk of ice about the size of a football. The mass was dirty and rough where it rested in the sandbox -- the same sandbox my Dad had built when I was only four.

My brothers Jack and Tucker rushed into the house wearing tennis shoes, shorts and T-shirts carrying the last of their snowman. "We have Snowzilla's heart!" they announced and promptly placed it in the freezer. It waited there among the frozen hamburger and peas until the next winter, when we took it out and placed it at the very base of the next Snowzilla. It is the heart and the magic that has made our sculpted snowman so special and seem so alive.

Snowmen can be built downtown at the railroad depot and could easily equal or surpass the height of Snowzilla -- but they would never equal what he brings to our family and families around the world. A commercialized snowman would not produce the same joy and sense of community that Snowzilla brings. Snowmen are intimate personal creations. None of those snowmen would have the exceptional connection with people; they do not have the heart.


Dakota Powers is the daughter of Billy Ray Powers and lives in Anchorage.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Mantra for the World

"Hey Phil, wazzup?"

"I have to do lots of homework."

"But, Phil, you wanna get some coffee?"

"I have to do lots of homework."

"Hey man, how's it going - you should watch that speech on Utoob; Obama!"

"I have to do lots of homework."

"Duuuude, you just stepped in moose crap; did you see that?"

"I have to do lots of homework."

"Aliens! Aliens in the sky! What the blazes, and your MOM just hopped in a helicopter man! She's goin' after 'im!!"

"I have to do lots of homework."

"The Human Race just began a worldwide paradigm shift in Universal Rights and Fair Coopertition despite prevailing economic dogma (!); what is your stance on the coming logistical discourse with regard to mass disarmament, and how do you plan to contribute to your community in spreading this message of Righteous Civic Participation?"

"I have to do lots of homework."

Hyperbole aside, I've got some $#!^ I gotta get done.

Brevity aside, things are warming up and some wacky forecaster even said we might get some RAIN this weekend - can you believe that? Weather won't really make too much difference in school though, unless I walk there. All my classes are in one building, except for one - probability. What are the odds of that? I've assailed myself with a torrential downpour of day-at-a-time kinds of activities. Though, on a more positive note, I see at least two or three people at school every day that I know. How cozy. Heck with the pretty snow and the orange sidewalk lamps sparking up the snow flakes themselves, school doesn't seem too shabby in the first week. I wonder how long that will last.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Orange You Glad I Said

I'm eating oranges on my birthday, on my last day of vacation before the semester begins (kind of). The sun is shining a little brighter every day and I'm about ready to hang my grandfather's clock above the piano.

AK is a wonderful place full of all kinds of interesting adventures. I'm attending school at UAA, and have recently (finally) decided to major in math. Carey has a great job teaching in the anchorage school district and after years in the cooking profession, I'm ready for the steadiness and great hours (vacation too) of teaching - probably high school.

We bought a house last Spring/Summer, I spent the whole summer on a new ASC yacht (last year for that probably), and jumped right back into school. Before summer was over, Carey and I spent my two week vacation together in Juneau, ferry hopping to Petersburg for a week, then Sitka for a night (or two?). In Petersburg we were greeted by friends who took us fishing (in the rain no less). After a whole day, each of us had caught a beautiful fresh Halibut. Carey took the prize with her approx. 108 lb Halibut, which Nathan and Trinity helped us haul home and clean, eventually sending us the meat via Alaska Airlines (video of the catch is currently available on Carey's Myspace page). Petersburg is nothing if not quiet (other than fish noises). Sitka has a to-die-for restaurant - nuff said.

I like long walks on the beach and cozy campfires.

I'm taking piano lessons so I can get decent enough to play in front of people, was on the UAA debate team but have since quit that (maybe resume to a limited degree soon); I'm assistant coach to the East High DDF (debate, drama, and forensics) team which is way more hoot-hooty than I thought it would be.

We miss family and friends in the lower 48, but Anchorage has been very good for me. It's easier to find yourself when you isolate yourself a bit, but you also feel guilty for leaving other people out of your life, as much as you'd like to be around them all the time. We've made more than a couple new friends up here who we will be in contact with even if we move back to Oregon/Washington (which we plan to do in about, oh...2 more years I'd say roughly).

I've been into cooking sushi a bit, and I just got a slow cooker/crock-pot that I'll be delving into (thanks Dad). The slow cooker is some Euro- somting or another and has a two chambered insert that allows you to use it to keep two seperate buffet items hot, like a chaffing dish. Very exciting for the rag-tag get togethers we've been hosting for random (mostly teacher) friends who we invite over for holidays and poker nights and what-not. Really just an excuse to cook for people - it's hard to keep "the skills" in working polish when just cooking for Carey and me.

Alaska is fascinating, and home prices are steady (though gas prices are crazy - diesel esp. like 3.59 or some s*($, but we use regular which is about 2.3something I think, maybe 2.5). On a walk with the dog the other night, just around the block, his feet got so cold that he just wanted to stop. It must have been at least ten below zero, and I had to cajole/drag him along behind me - a very unusual position for our big black lab. The liberal talk radio station KUDO is great too. There's tons of crusty strange people who have radical takes on life - similar to Oregon, but not nearly so mellow and touchy feely. To be fair, it isn't too much different, except that Alaska is bush-country (not Bush country). Despite this, there is very little beating around the bush, and more just going straight for it. Anchorage doesn't have a very broad progressive/green community, or doesn't seem to - lots of Independent parties and an old guard of Alaskan separatists (though I'm still checking on this). Then there's the whole Palin thing...

I got a job as a Supplemental Instruction Leader (study group coordinator/leader) for a Calculus class at UAA. I'm excited to be paid to go to class for once - not that I'm economically motivated, but even at 9.50 an hour, the perceived value of any commodity goes up when someone starts paying you for acquiring it. I'm trying to get a job at the campus paper too, but we'll see.

Carey likes teaching and has been warming up to the debate thing. She has many loyal fans among the students owing to her high expectations, candid communication, and interpersonal enthusiasm. I think she mostly likes being the boss, but who knows. Either way, she has had many marvelous success stories credited to her name since joining with the Anchorage School District.

Buddy on the other hand is just idling until the good days coming in the latter part of this Spring, when spittle and breath vapors don't freeze to your fur moments after they hit the air. Also, his view out of our big living room windows is obstructed by a mostly permanent layer of ice coating the interior, and only melting a little bit on top when the sun blares into it for a few hours. We're in process of making giant curtains to hang in those big windows; the fabric is awesome and we can't wait to see it done. Between that and replacing the windows someday, we hope to keep our house a little warmer next winter than it has been during this cold spell.

Our favorite things lately, other than laying in the afternoon sun on the couch and dreaming about seventy degrees, have been: our organic produce box every other Wednesday from Full Circle Farms, the hoarfrost on the trees, Payday + Costco, video games, regular games, the internet, and Babylon 5 DVD's. And Buddy of course, and friends near and far. Music, art, writing, and self-guided study distract me in phases and ebbs - I am ever the undergraduate 'absent-minded professor'.

I met a man this summer fondly referred to as "Old Goat." His spanish is way better than mine and we enjoyed many conversations together; he told tales of pyrotechnics at Burning Man that he worked on, Alice in Chains Allison Krauss and a slew of 70's psychadelic rock band members he's known or ran security for, and long yarns about the Bohemian struggles of the formerly unpopular borough of Fremont in Seattle where he's been actively involved since the Seventies. -except when he was living in Mexico which is a whole other story.

All things being equal, Carey is well and I am well. The glasses are half full and progress is being made. We're dreaming of some kids and a hobby farm in the Coastal or Cascade regions of Oregon, Washington, (Northern California...Italy...Vancouver...)

Well, even though there's many other wizard things to discuss, I'm going to get moving here - it's getting cold even in my pajamas.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

As Warm As Zero

good morning, but a cold morning. Thanks to KUDO in the morning; good tunes, good talk.

Good luck obama; seems like you're choosing smart people and know how to lead them in a five to eight year mission of finding a good way through crisis's's s.

big brother? are you willing to give up the safe inefficiencies of the past?

I'm listening to Obama - saying green tech, smart grid, public + private sector jobs, competitive cheap internet.

The Recovery from Recession Plan.

Unprecedented Effort, Making Tough Choices.

Getting our house in order - not just creating new government departments.

Summon that spirit.

what's good for the country my children will inherit *GOLD

*Gold.

2009.

My classes for spring semester: Social Psychology, Persuasion, Java Programming, Intro. to Mathematical Proofs, and the usual assortment of one credit distractions.

Our homes haven't lost value. Not really. The crisis is in each other. Our trust.
Cary Carrigan is right - Home Equity Lines of Credit, the Credit Crisis, and the eternal squeeze the rich put on the middle class, have all conspired to sell everything we have for cheap because we can't work hard enough and save enough to own all of this country we've inherited.

So, good luck everybody, lets get going.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Snowzilla's Friends

Today: Human Child Found In High School Food Donation Bin; Passersby Consider Culinary Pairings with Peanut-Butter and Jelly.

well, details forthcoming on that one.

My friend Snowzilla wanted me to pass this video along. OMG, as they say.




Here's the original version: the commentary in the above video doesn't actually follow the language of what they actually say.