Siordia

Siordia

Lack

I haven't posted in a long time...

Why are people so goddamn disappointing? I don't understand the lack of character--the lack of honor...to do things that are right, it takes so little. People behave so selfishly. We are fucking doomed. There is so little honor left in the world. We behave impulsively, with our own self-interests in mind. We behave obliviously, oblivious to what our actions will do to others around us. And we wonder why the world is so miserable--so lacking in common decency, so lacking in compassion. When people treat us badly, we wonder why people are such assholes, yet we're guilty of doing this to others all the time. How can we remain so blind to the simple needs and desires of those around us and still fucking get through the day? I don't need this anymore. I don't need to participate in this endless cycle of selfishness. On this Easter, Passover, whatever day of rebirth--I say good luck. We are going to need it.

Happy Funny Thing

Way to go puppy!

Poetry For Suckers

-1

It is freezing outside.
I blame mathematics.
The complications of arithmetic
The moment of departure
Airplanes stay aloft on cold jetstreams
Against the will of aerodynamics.

A nose pressed against glass,
An infinite moment,
A reuniting,
Minus one.

RJS
022506

Is Sly Stone the Coolest?!

Sly Stone is Bad Ass!

RIP Grandpa Munster...at 95!

We hardly knew you

were alive...

Happy Chinese New Year!

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Leviticus

Dr. Laura--Before and After

This is something from my friend Melanie. Thanks Mel.


WHY CAN'T I OWN A CANADIAN?
October 2002


Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22 and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by a east coast resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as informative:

Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them:

When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15:19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?

I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?

Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?

I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.

Your devoted fan,
Jim

Oh, ambition!

Chew your food kids!

RIP Shelley Winters

I'm Gonna Miss Your Lovin'

RIP Lou

First Poem of the Year

Folding Chair

…pushing the boundaries of violence
To its broken conclusion.

A kaleidoscope of petulant sounds
Inundate the belly of the ear,
A sunken vessel laid out on the rocks,
Split open, stern to belly,
The contents streaming into the atmosphere
A distress signal--
Smoking on the beach,
A fire of driftwood and sand crabs,
Skittering and popping,
The end of a violent day, the start of a violent night.

The opera reeks of sandalwood and spiced oranges,
And heavy curtains lay on the body--
The tragedy of the German language.
I am an imbecile and I will sing for you
So you can feel my pain.
(Here you will supply your favorite tragic love song, an aria perhaps, or a ditty by
Johnny Hartman, you know, whatever grabs you in the guts, nuts or whatever,
Whatever takes you down to that place--you know the place--the place where violence sits quietly on a folding chair.
You will take me there
And serve me tea and you will dance with me
The way tormented lovers do--
As if, by dancing, they will stay alive, together,
On a stage, behind a heavy curtain,
With the footlights blinding you from the body,
The body, the beautiful body at your feet,
As if, by dancing, you would raise the dead,
Raise the dead into the air,
An exultation of the moment we realize that
The moment has passed ,
Has passed us by,
Has passed us all,
Into the wings).
Exeunt.

RJS
2am, 010106

Pentagon's Sex Bomb

I thought this was an amusing article from the New Scientist. Perhaps Brokeback Mountain is a result of this research?

Pentagon reveals rejected chemical weapons

• 15 January 2005

THE Pentagon considered developing a host of non-lethal chemical weapons that would disrupt discipline and morale among enemy troops, newly declassified documents reveal.

Most bizarre among the plans was one for the development of an "aphrodisiac" chemical weapon that would make enemy soldiers sexually irresistible to each other. Provoking widespread homosexual behaviour among troops would cause a "distasteful but completely non-lethal" blow to morale, the proposal says.

Other ideas included chemical weapons that attract swarms of enraged wasps or angry rats to troop positions, making them uninhabitable. Another was to develop a chemical that caused "severe and lasting halitosis", making it easy to identify guerrillas trying to blend in with civilians. There was also the idea of making troops' skin unbearably sensitive to sunlight.

The proposals, from the US Air Force Wright Laboratory in Dayton, Ohio, date from 1994. The lab sought Pentagon funding for research into what it called "harassing, annoying and 'bad guy'-identifying chemicals". The plans have been posted online by the Sunshine Project, an organisation that exposes research into chemical and biological weapons.

Spokesman Edward Hammond says it was not known if the proposed $7.5 million, six-year research plan was ever pursued.

Happier New Year...

Here is to a Happier New Year than the last one.
I think we all need a change for the better...boooy!!!

A slightly older bit of poetry

Tie Domi is My Co-Pilot

Once upon a time there were warriors.
Soft warriors, hard bones.
There was honor in fisticuffs.
It all came to that moment,
A decision to clench the fist,
To rear back,
Potential energy to kinetic energy,
Center of gravity shifting,
A fulcrum,
A banging of thin skin and flesh covered knuckles,
Making contact with cheekbone,
Then the collapsing cartilage of the nose.
Blood isn't apparent at first because it arrives at the temperature of the body.
It is startling when blood cools--
It is no longer of the body,
It is only evidence of what leaves the body.
Sometimes the collision of flesh and bone is a necessary evil.
Sometimes it is a thing of beauty that you can't even sing a pretty song about.

RJS
031104

Perhaps the Greatest Picture Of All Time!!!

One more for the holidays...

BE SAFE OUT THERE...

Cheryl and me

The lovely Cheryl and me

Ho ho holidays!

Merry Xmas, everyone!

Gigantic

Gigantic

It is the time of the giants.
The body glacial tremor hot
Buckles.
Heads scrape across the upper atmosphere--burning up like giant meteors.
It is the time of the giants.
The grand monuments move sprightly on little cat feet
Unheard, unseen, unreliable.
The skyline remains unchanged,
Doesn’t it?
The giants sway and sigh
And moan great pained moans.
They look upon the landscape, fallen redwood-tall.
They cross their arms in mock disapproval
And weep like--not like willows--but like the office ficus,
Next to the office copier that spits out memo after memo on white bond paper,
Whose potting soil is littered with half-smoked cigarettes,
Secretly smoked
During unnecessary trips to the fax machine (everyone knows no one uses the fax machine anymore)
And, “God,” you pray, “let someone grope me today, just so I can feel human contact of fingers against body and body against body,”
“Just cords of wood stacked by the fireplace--please throw me on the fire just so I can feel warm again…”

It is the time of the giants,
The clock barrels forward,
Mowing down blades of grass, grand canyon tall,
Where even the smallest man wears cowboy boots and twenty-gallon hats.
It is the time of the giants
And they have swatted down planes and swallowed the moon.
They’ve shot rockets from their nostrils--rockets that have traveled to the far ends of the universe
That have sent back postcards from the bang you felt inside…
The interior of you--an expanding spiral arm galaxy--a gut-shot--a gun blast gaping wound
Gaseous, violent, ulcerous--acid reflux massive--super gigantic…

It is the time of the giants and I fit inside the small of your mouth.

RJS
122005