i'm gonna do some practical stuff now

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I am going bathe myself somehow. I am going to the store before it's obsolete. I am going to dress warmly once I am clean enough to merit the work it takes to put on so many layers. It's sunny out there with an icy breeze. These are usually the most beautiful days, but the cognitive dissonance of it being so sunny and yet so cold usually ruins it because you just have not put on the definitive bit of warmness to stay out in it.

Peggy gave me some certified organic lavender & black pepper detoxifying ❀ calming handmade soap from skinnyskinny for my birthday. Doesn't that sound like THE soap for me? Yes. Yes it so damn does. This 100% carbon neutral company wraps their products in old glossy magazine pages, and then a label of recycled paper and soy inks goes around that. Ultimately correct soap. In the perfect mode for everything that ails me. So I'm going to pretend I'm taking a bath in my not-a-tub with it and then, of course, use the shower to get something actually accomplished. After that will come the multiplicity of sweaters and leggings and socks. Then, oh, yes, then, I think this is a three-feather day. Once I'm home from the store and post office and whatever else, I will see about looking harder into the tubes for more to amaze, appall and/or amuse you.

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love, 99
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i know it's mad

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But I want all my windows and doors open. That dream I had in one of my three-hour sleep shifts upset me in a place that does not translate out here such that you could understand.

I was running into his bathroom to take a shower, but he got there before I could get clean and he hollered at me my most crushing defeat in utter dismissal. I ran for my big canvas bag of things and had great trouble finding them in a huge dorm. I was going to get all my stuff together, ready to leave, to be banished, and go back and tell him I wanted one more chance, knowing he would give it to me if I would but do the work it would involve, but the bag I was sure was mine was turning into someone else's and a young blond thing was sweetly reminding me these were her items and I should not be going through them. I was confused at first, but then saw she was right. I apologized and struck out to ask for my chance, but there were people screaming for help, wedged into crevasses and caves and locked into stocks or hung up on pegs, wailing, wailing wailing. One of them was demanding my help for his/her daughter who was about to give birth but was going to do it such that it would kill her or the baby and it was going to happen any second and I was screaming, screaming, screaming, "DIAL 911! DIAL 911! DIAL 911!" as I saw someone being yanked bodily from encasement in the side of the cliff, like an elephant from an Anasazi ruin, or a grub from a tree trunk....

I awoke with a blazing feeling in my throat and sinuses that also pushed out through my ears... a sort of burning cross from the base of my neck to the top of my head and out both ears. My muscles and nerves were on wrong, too, and my heart had lit out for a circuit of interstellar space. I decided against immediate witlessness. Going to put it off for a while and do other things first. That's when the fighter jets started blowing out everyone's ears.

In the last day I have slept three and been up for three, slept three and been up for three, slept three and been up for three, slept three and been up for three. This is a distinct change from that marvelous early to bed and early to rise thing I got to enjoy for a couple weeks. This is my life... and all my windows and doors are wide open on a cold January night. I am clad in a LOT of very warm clothes... and stalling still on the witlessness to make room for a bolt of insight instead.

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love, 99
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another pile up

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I don't know if this will turn into my usual mode. It too is NOT helpful for people trying to search for things here... or link to something here... but almost everything is linked via the untracked URL shorteners on TwitFace these days anyway and there just isn't any way around the fact that even the longest and most precise documentations of things amount to ephemera SO much more quickly than ever before and searching anything anywhere has its good days and its bad days in any case and since I'm not piling it up and then posting it, but rather posting it and then piling it up, you can still get yer daily hits of protective mindfucks in titrated blasts.... The great part about being me is I can just do it how I do it when I do it and keep open for that little flaw in the fabric to use conditions to enhance the possibilities for everyone....

Reminder....

Well, who among us is going to CHECK?

Probably impossible to maintain empire without the Big Pharma....

Theater....

Tony who?

RIGHT HERE....

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The very existence of the Department of Homeland Security is due in large part to Senator Lieberman. Dating back to the first days after 9/11, he has been an instrumental architect of the very way we work to keep America safe from the evolving threats we face in the 21st century. Senator Lieberman's tireless, nonpartisan efforts have truly made our country more secure, and he has my personal thanks. I wish him the very best in his upcoming retirement, and I look forward to continuing to work with him to secure our country over the next two years.

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Today's Keiser Report....

How much more last millennium can you get?

Gaiavores' dream....

Keystone Kops....

How that hopey/changey thing is working out in the Gulf....

But we can still make fashion statements....

More Lieberman loss lamentation....

Awwwww....

They mindfuck cops too....

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Reports emanating from Central Somalia yesterday indicate that a unit of United States forces descended in an area called Gaan, 18 kilometres north of Haradhere, a former base of the notorious Somali pirates and a current stronghold of Al-Shabaab, the Somali Islamist movement opposing the government.

The marines are said to have used a helicopter to reach the remote location.

According to Shabelle, a broadcaster in Mogadishu, five armed soldiers descended from the chopper and immediately handcuffed three Somali youth that were next to a vehicle being repaired following a breakdown.

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I'm looking forward to a time when I'm not on a secret watch, search, harass, detain, interrogate, delay, annoy and stress list. —Jacob Appelbaum

Churchill Club forum on Why WikiLeaks Matters... video, nearly two hours....

Tsarion on Energy Vampires... video, hour and a half....

Not being a dope about the Baby Doc thing....

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love, 99
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here's hard evidence

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Do you revile political consultants and party hacks mindfucking you into signing their brand of death warrant in the voting booth every couple years? Are you feeling nearly dead from the incessant screaming and bellowing and bickering and bottomless well of cleverisms and gossip and backbiting and blather while the planet burns down around our ears? Well, face it, some glib fuckers who lie for a living got the jump on you. They own the tubes, and have from scratch. Groupthink is groupthink, not maybe so much because of how the group thinks, but how propagandists wish it to think. Prefer to stay hypnotized, but don't want to be so gauche about it as to parrot what comes at you on the tube? Think it is much more chic to parrot what comes at you on the tubes? They beat you to that, and are continuing to beat you with it. And it is not just Arianna doing it.

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You know, this stuff is poison, spiritual poison. Sure, some of the shills cranking out this crap are merely consensus trance victims and don't wittingly mean you harm, but they are harming you anyway. I know you think I'm just an irascible sort who likes to gripe about the ugly motives of various people, but the point is: They. Are. Poisoning. You. That is what makes me scream and paddle around in homicidal ideation. Because I have stopped trying to manipulate them out of doing it doesn't mean I've stopped loathing it so hotly it melts my contact lenses.

Bottom line: It's your karma if you take them seriously, if you let their shit taint your consciousness at all.

I have no control over that.

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In fact, I needed to listen to this again to keep from punching out my monitor's lights....

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love, 99
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you keep thinkin', well that's just nuts

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It isn't possible to ever pay it all off. This can't be. They wouldn't incur or allow limitless debt because it could never be paid. Max is being hyperbolic again. He has to be. Limitless debt is completely wrong. People don't lend it never to be repaid.

THAT IS THE ENTIRE POINT OF DOING IT!

It's like all those credit cards they lavished on you, dudes. As long as you have been fooled to think your money was worth anything, and that the people who have it have ever had anything more than bubkes, just PRETENDING there's money in their banks, you're going to keep falling into the bottomless pit. If you can't EVER pay what you owe, you are a SLAVE. Capice? Do you comprehend it YET? I know people have mentioned this a lot over the past couple years but I don't think it has YET sunk in.

You are a slave and this will get worse.

Over NOTHING whatsoever. The monetary system is a complete ruse, from start to finish. ONLY you thinking it isn't has kept it serving those who made it up to begin with.

You gotta wake up or you're dead.

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love, 99
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never be merely pretty

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I know it freaks out men when you don't fall for this stuff, but your life depends on it.

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading—till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum—
Kept beating—beating—till I thought
My Mind was going numb—

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space—began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down—
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing—then—

—Emily Dickinson

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love, 99
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i am the arbiter of your future

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I have been searching everywhere for these glasses for so many months that I think it has stretched into a few years. Looky what Jil Sander just came out with. You do NOT know how many times this has happened to me in my life! I have bellowed to people that I need to become a fashion designer so I can at last have what I want when I want it! I still want these damn glasses but I bet they want a few gagillion simoleons for them. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

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one of my heroes rubs it in

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Just LOOK at that goddam tub! What a bitch!

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I maybe shouldn't have read the interview. I mean, I know it's all publicity and claptrap, but one would CERTAINLY prefer great actresses to do better than that.

Anyway, heavy sigh, she's a damn bitch for flaunting that tub.

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sixties relics unite

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Degenerate peace faggots forever....

I did this because I ran out of room for the labels to today's main post....

So, if yer confused, sorry, deal with it.
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somebody stop me before i starve to death!

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Had to drive down to Not-Perfect to refill my prescriptions, go to the bank, pay some bills, get some stuff from the health food store... and, even though extended to the max with my birthday goodies thing already, I again succumbed to what I have always referred to as my sock fetish... on monster sale again... but... well... while looking for a good sock video for you, I was SHOCKED to find that there is an entire porn market for sock fetish people. OMG! I'm not sexually attracted to socks! I just love wearing lots of ultra-soft socks. In fact, if there is any connection to my sex life it is that I tend to wear more socks at a time when I'm not doing that... but... sheesh. Is there no bottom to human weirdness?
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and new cheaters

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I broke my computer glasses, hugging Poppa. Had to glue them back together with some of Mom's fingernail glue, and that means I have very little time. My plus fours have been broken, with a swivelly temple arm, for at least ten of the sixteen years I've had them. So, the goofy round ones will be +2.75 for computer and the olive ones will be +4.00 for reading... these on top of my +2.50 contact lenses I need to find my glasses.

I'm hoping they can train these dogs to grocery shop and drive....
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chic cotton cashmere blends for 99 and destitution for us all

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I woke up with a monster headache. I didn't want to think about the world. My birthday is approaching. And I need some sprucing up in the sweater department. So I damn well took some high test ibuprofen and shopped the tubes for a couple new sweaters.

I linked Part I here a couple days ago, but Part II is now up and if you missed the first one, now's yer chance to catch both of these grim reports about our dire future... our dire present.

I'm not much into looking at the news today and so am only doing it in fits and blasts. I see we have ANOTHER bullshit objection to the Ukraine election result. We fell for it in 2004 and I hope we don't fall for it again. That was a monster mistake and it set everyone back who didn't realize it was our agents provocateurs stoking the infamous Orange Revolution, and that crap about the Russians poisoning Yushenko was just that. Crap.

I don't care.

I saw something about the latest house full of dead Afghan civilians is suspected to have filled with dead persons on purpose.

I noticed some bullshit political ploy by Obama, but I've already forgotten what it was. [Oh, oh, yes, this... pfeh.]

Usually my lights come on by 8 or 9pm. Maybe I will be moved to blog about some of this stuff then.

XOXOXOX
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i was going to talk about certain deadly aspects of vanity

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And maybe I will tomorrow... but it seems to have blown out of me today.
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oh, just terrifyingly too skinny

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I knew her aunt a little a long time ago, when she was huge, when she was madly in love, when she was transcendentally sweet and sharply intelligent and seemingly seven feet tall.... I was badly hurt when she killed herself. Now it looks as though her niece is killing herself, and this is supposed to be sexy and chic, but it's just downright macabre and terrifying to anyone with any feeling for the Hemingway girls.

i'll have to resort to shampoo

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I've teased it. I've blown it. I've clipped it up. I've torn some of it out. I've glopped it with goo. I've whacked it with my shoe. I believe I now have to resort to shampoo.

Or. I could sleep on it and really teach it a lesson.

PLENTY OF MY FRIENDS HAVE CALLED ME ALL KINE DIRTY NAMES FOR INSISTING HEALTHCARE REFORM IS GOING TO BE FASCIST-FRIENDLY MANDATORY HEALTH INSURANCE INSTEAD OF HEALTHCARE REFORM....

Go ahead. Whale on it. I'm too busy doing my hair flipping ritual to be fazed by your invective.

Then listen to Jamie Galbraith talk to Moyers and start sobbing over the FDR clip they play toward the end....

DO NOT MISS THIS FORTY MINUTES OF GLENN GREENWALD....

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One of the several Blogger image servers is behind the beat, so to speak, so I can't really do anything about how slowly this page is loading right now....

As you can see, I've started in on the process of undoing the hairdresser's hard work already. Have to. Have to. Have to jump up and down on it until it starts looking like my kind of hair storm....

I'm listening to an interview with Banisadr right now that I can barely follow... but it occurs to me my Persian-speaking readers might have an easier go of it....

too sexy to read the stupid comments yonder....

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Still have to go make a complete hash of all that work to make me chic again....

haircut day

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My chic haircut has grown out too much... not chic anymore... and... well... just can't have that....

going to get a casual-yet-so-chic haircut

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... and then rush back for hosting the show thread for Brad as he fills in for Malloy tonight... and again tomorrow night.

6-9pm Pacific and 9-Midnight Eastern.

You can listen to the stream here....

I may be a few minutes late, depending on how long it takes to get my haircut, but I'd love it if you would come help me endure the station breaks and the Posh Tips for a Glam Life woman on crack. Take an aspirin and come listen to the exciting and informative guests we're lining up. I'm not sure who's coming on which night yet, but GLENN GREENWALD, who's still nailing it at Salon almost every day, is for sure going to be one of the guests and you don't want to miss that.

[Today's Green News Report is, as always, at the bottom of my sidebar.]

[Well, and while I'm reminding you of my sidebar gig, there are a bunch of new links lower down the sidebar too. I know some of you like to keep up with that action....]

i voted for cate

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She may be better at Dylan than Dylan is, and, I can't help it, she's just always world's apart. Riveting. Tasteful. Intense. Effortless. Real. As you can see, I'm either as rare as they say, or not with the program.



OH, OH, OH, AND, WELL, I FORGOT TO REPORT BACK AFTER MY BIG SCIENTIFIC FIELD EXPERIMENT OF EARLIER TODAY. I DO NOW FOR SURE AND FOR REAL WEAR SIZE SIX JEANS... EASILY, ACTUALLY. I HAVEN'T BEEN SIZE SIX IN AT LEAST TEN YEARS, AND, WOW, NO KIDDING, THIS IS VERY, VERY ODD....