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| Tuesday, January 8th, 2008
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3:10 am
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| Thursday, April 5th, 2007
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8:21 pm - Don't make me axe you again
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April 03, 2007 12:00am
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A DANISH woman whose teenage son locked himself into her car and refused to get out borrowed a policeman's axe and smashed open a window to make the boy change his mind.
A spokesman for the police in Flensburg near the Danish border said the 15-year-old locked the doors after his mother left the car to go shopping and refused to come out.
"She called police asking for help," the spokesman said, but the youth still refused to budge when an officer arrived.
"So she borrowed his axe and smashed open a window. It was a rather unusual way to resolve the matter."
It was not clear what the boy wanted.
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| Tuesday, March 13th, 2007
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11:50 pm
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| Tuesday, March 6th, 2007
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3:34 am
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| Wednesday, February 21st, 2007
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2:20 am - Alcohol caused this image to exist.
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1:23 am
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| Tuesday, February 20th, 2007
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8:08 pm - MANDIBLE
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INDICATION: Fell and hit bottom of chin. Pain.
Four views were obtained.
The bones, joints, and soft tissues are normal.
IMPRESSION: Normal mandible.
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| Monday, February 19th, 2007
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1:36 am
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| Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
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5:43 pm - heart shaped box
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| Thursday, January 25th, 2007
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1:56 am - are child
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| Sunday, January 21st, 2007
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10:04 pm
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The sky scraper. The thought of them, to be inside one, to function through one, provokes the anticipation of an existential terror. To be mechanically injected into the sublime, one's reality being drawn into a scale and a scope of human action beyond one's own.
I've just had, for the last twenty minutes, a dream of such, a series of vignettes. The only one I remember was the last, a one panel editorial cartoon of a dream, on the rediculousness of waiting for an elevator to exercise. The throwing together of biological and mechanical demands... where are the borders of my self drawn and where does the other enter?
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| Friday, January 19th, 2007
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11:46 am - The desired effect is what you get....
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So, yesterday fell victim to my desire to do nothing. Today, I declare, shall survive.
I sometimes fail to believe that I should ever be of use to anyone, in any capacity. I believe in my own capacity for creation, synthesis, and originality, even significance, but if nobody is to appreciate it why should I not just occupy myself with the entertainment of my internal world and connecting the dots that others plot? There certainly are enough of them.
In many a way, that is what I do most successfully in whatever case. The question is, then, is it of use to evidence this to others? Last night, on the TV, Charlie Rose spoke to recipients of the MacArthur fellowship, one of whom was an artists whose work included filling an abandoned hospital with speakers over the course of a year, then playing a single piece over them; also, filling another mental hospital with flowers for four days. The latter produced some intriguing photographs, but in all, I am not sure how to value these as acts in the world.
She spoke of the fellowship as inspiring to her, for the very fact that someone saw her work and had faith in it.
The sheer joy of creating something new is something I miss greatly, as well as the prospect of sharing it with others. Somehow, though, the expectation that such would be appreciated is lacking. Or maybe just ignored.
Why the hell would I let that stop me? At the moment, my greatest social role is felt to be the payment of tax and interest upon loans. And I suppose it may be until I assert otherwise, demonstrate otherwise.
Naturally. I suppose the only reason I should occupy myself with something other than my internal world is if I acknowledge that I give a Fuck about how I touch others.
I do. But that really puts my ass on the line, doesnt it?
current mood: fuh?
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| Wednesday, January 17th, 2007
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11:10 am - Syndication
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| Friday, January 5th, 2007
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12:13 am
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| Friday, December 8th, 2006
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11:58 am
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A gem via farker Dubya's_Coke_Dealer:
"It's a myth designed to absolve your heroes of failure."
The Dolchstosslegende (German: Dolchstoßlegende, literally "Dagger stab legend" often translated into English as "stab-in-the-back legend") refers to a social mythos and persecution-propaganda theory popular in Germany in the period after World War I through World War II. It attributed Germany's defeat to a number of domestic factors instead of failed militarist geostrategy. Most notably, the theory proclaimed that the public had failed to respond to its "patriotic calling" at the most crucial of times and some had even intentionally "sabotaged the war effort."
Der Dolchstoss is cited as an important factor in Adolf Hitler's later rise to power, as the Nazi Party grew its original political base largely from embittered WWI veterans, and those who were sympathetic to the Dolchstoss interpretation of Germany's then-recent history.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolchstosslegende
current mood: psychedelic
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9:51 am
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| Wednesday, December 6th, 2006
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7:05 pm
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Fuck.
Soul hurt.
Just gotta keep this bitch on CPR until he wakes up.
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| Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
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11:39 pm - do about it
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Today, as I forced my self out of my hole and into the rain-soaked streets, a song came over the speakers in the record store where I perused, the singer of which claimed that god was watching from a distance. From a distance, from a distance.
I don't think I will ever be able to concieve of a God which is anywhere, if not right Here.
Then, it does sometime feel so far away.
There was also a very lovely girl in the herbal/world botique at which I inquired. She winked at me, but I fail to concieve that she could possibly have an interest in what I am. Today, anyway.
Would an invitation to dinner have, out of nowhere, been inappropriate?
It may well be a failure of imagination. Truly, critically, more important than knowledge. Sometimes.
current mood: epistemologically confused.
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| Tuesday, November 21st, 2006
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5:49 am - ?
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