Legacy

May 11, 2008 – 4:27 pm
Her voice is papery thin, frailer than I remember, like her bones where shining out of her blanched skin last time I seen her. The message is the same. You have reached this number. Talk to the machine. Because you sure as hell aren't going to talk to me. You are my first-born. I despise the man who contributed the other x chromosome. You are grown. I cannot scream at you or beat you into submission. My legacy remains, tainting you forever. For that I thank all of the demons in hell and a few of the angels in heaven. I manage to choke out a proper greeting. Say something inane. Here is my phone number. You can call me. I am grown. You are still my mother even though I have rejected your legacy and moved beyond it. I love you. Maybe I will come see you sometime. It's been ...

WikiLEAKS and the First A.

February 24, 2008 – 4:16 am
Any of you who have been following the drama over at Wikileaks will be glad to know that following this here linkage: http://88.80.13.160/wiki/Wikileaks will get you there (a mirror site from Sweden) for the time being anyways. Alternate linkage outside of the United States was part of the original plan-- to have sites set up in various countries should the courts of one country succeed in getting a shutdown order. Here's another one, this one is based in England: http://www.wikileaks.org.uk/wiki/Wikileaks . Wikileaks protects whistle-blowers from corporations (or governments) who would much rather not have folks tattling on any suspicious practices. Recently, a Swiss bank challenged Wikileaks and now the site is facing a court battle with the United States versus responsible exercise of the First Amendment. Bloggers across the internet have protested the February 15 court decision and this blogger too joins in the fray. ...

Link

February 21, 2008 – 5:49 am
I made a test called "What blogging site am I?" Go check it out: Http://www.testriffic.com/test/sapphoq/20910/What-blogging-site-am-I-

Viking Kitties

February 13, 2008 – 5:04 pm
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Autistic Kids Grow Up… 2/12/08

February 13, 2008 – 3:54 am
Christopher DeGroot had autism. Because he reportedly would bolt from the apartment that he lived in with his parents Nicolaas and Agnes, they locked the windows and doors. Because they needed to go do things like feed their horses without their son, they left him alone in the apartment which was secured against his escape into traffic. Their 19 year old son who had severe autism was left alone in their apartment for several hours a day so they could go do chores. In my opinion, leaving a severely disabled man alone in an apartment without supervision is wrong on so many levels. Even if Christopher DeGroot possessed the knowledge of what to do during an emergency, the deadbolt on the door and the locks on the windows precluded any means to get out. And if he was unable to act during an emergency on his own behalf due to his disabling condition, he should ...

I Support Anonymous

January 30, 2008 – 5:38 am
The Chanology Project just might be true love do0ds. From $cientology: Church of the Holy Censor Available at: http://www.whyaretheydead.net/mirror/xenu.ca/pickets/leaflets.html One of Scientology's preferred sayings is "Think for yourself". Why, then, does Scientology censor its own members? It all started on March 13th 1998, at the L. Ron Hubbard birthday celebration in Los Angeles. Mark Ingber, a Church of Scientology official, announced that Scientologists would be given an opportunity to sell Scientology books and recruit for Scientology through nearly-identical promotional websites (getting 10% of the money that these recruits end up spending in Scientology, but that's another story). To put up one of these sites, a Scientologist has to sign a contract. Here's a short excerpt from that contract: "If you wish to use this authorization regarding the Marks and the Works, you must: ... (6) agree to use the specific Internet Filter Program that CSI [Church of Scientology International Incorporated] has provided ...

Soliloquy 1/20/08

January 20, 2008 – 6:09 pm
There is a drive in me to find people to connect with. Yet somehow my efforts are often futile. I am the unconnected, the untouchable one in a society that shuns the atypical. And yet what choice is there? It is between finding something to connect with, if not someone; and sitting in a rusted broken down automobile staring at the railroad tracks knowing that the freight trains just aren't fast enough. Oh tragic despair! Of what is the stuff of neurology that leads me to this place where even the loners dare not go? I who was once so full of promise watch as my dreams slowly turn to dust. As my dreams dwindle, obesity takes over and balloons obscenely-- trapping me in folds of putrid flesh-- until I am unrecognizable. Diets failed. Lifestyle changes failed miserably. This is who I am today. I define myself by numbers on a scale. ...

Blessed Trinity

January 9, 2008 – 4:39 am
The professionals hand out boxes to all of us. The boxes have covers but we know that there are rainbows in our boxes. We can hear the rainbows twirling around and making giggly noises. The professionals tell us, "You all need to quiet down and listen to our instructions." "Fuck your instructions!" someone yells. "You professionals are the stoopids," adds another. "Your behaviors are unacceptable," the professionals chant together. "You both need a ten minute time-out." The two go to their time-out chairs smiling, because the rainbows in their boxes are now tap dancing and singing a rather risque drinking song. The time-out is over. Before the professionals can stop us, we all run to the barred windows. The youngest in the group opens all the windows. We let the rainbows out of our boxes. They escape through the slits and blow kisses at us as they fly away. We ...

Run-on Sentences and Running Feet

December 8, 2007 – 5:22 am
The foot doc's office called today to tell me that the paperwork has been filled out for me to get a handicapped placard for the car, and to advise that I should make an appointment for a fitting of the ankle braces he will be making for me [and I will be getting] in January or sometime thereafter. It's been five years [I still think it was four, I guess I lost a year in there somewheres] since my accident. I had wrestled with the idea of getting a parking permit but then decided that a medic alert bracelet was the way to go. After I started falling more often, the p.c. doc advised a cane rather than a placard. Things were bad then with the walking and falling but not nearly as bad as they are now. The chirodoc was willing to sign for an accessible parking permit back then ...

Circle of Insects 11/30/07

November 30, 2007 – 4:54 am
I have been thinking about stealing spiritual practices from other cultures, particularly [in the Untied States] the indigenous tribes of the Americas. There are new agers, white lighters, wiccans, and some folks who don't know what else to do with their money who are all souped up on shamanism, medicine circles, and other practices which they believe to be the real thing. And because there is an average of a sucker born every minute, there are lots of grown up suckers willing to part with their hard-earned cash to go on vision quests. And there is a market for those glossy slick-backed "Medicine Cards" with the nice drawings of Bear and Shells and stuff on them. Awhile back, I posted to an e-group which I no longer belong to asking about how come no one ever claims the cockroach as their special animal. Everyone wants wolves, lions, tigers, bears, eagles, buffaloes, ...