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(no subject) [Sep. 13th, 2015|10:31 am]
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Happy Birthday, Wolverette!
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The Camper [Aug. 20th, 2014|09:36 pm]
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The jig was up, and Arter knew it.

 The illegal Avejian greenstones guaranteed him a Class II felony,

but he was determined not to wind up in prison again. The Terran justice agents had his ship

cop-clocked, and they would soon seize his vessel.

Arter used the last of his fuel to reach the troposphere of Waydreon, an adequate planet for him

to re-spawn.

 He tapped the ship's intercom button.  

 "Medb-"  

 Immediately, Medbot replied

 "Acknowledged.".

 The speed of Medbot's response unnerved him. He had yet to figure out how to turn

 down the sensitivity of its humanoid presence detector circuit.

 "Please report to the bridge", he commanded.

 "Acknowledged."

 Arter turned to the beer stein he kept near his captain's chair.

 Its wood sides were carved with horsemen hunting a lone fox in the woods, replete with

 wide-eyed canines in the lead. Its pewter lid was cocked open, revealing a colorful plant

 growing inside; Justicia Brandegeeana, also commonly known as a ‘shrimp plant'.

 
The flowering shrub's bracts were variegated red and green, with strangely attractive top

 leaves resembling it's namesake crustacean. Arter was emotionally close to his plant, micro-

injecting his own DNA into the stems and leaf cells of it religiously, as an insurance policy

against eventual capture by the TJA.

 The stein was a graduation gift from his Trader school colleague Meronzo Amundsen.

 When first presented with it, Arter teased

"What do you think I am, some kind of

 antiquities plebe?!"

 "No! It's supposed to look worthless to pull the pervert on the inspectors and teejays!

 They'll never guess it's a re-spawner! It looks like an old heirloom from me dear dead

 ma!"

 Meronzo went on to explain; "The meta-plates are hidden inside the wood. All you need is

 an adequate organic cell medium, and afterward a Yuhodian clone slave to inhabit, and

 you're all set!"

 
Suddenly, the medbot appeared four feet behind Arter, breaking his reverie and startling

 him.

 "Medbot reporting for duty."

 The tinny cadence of the robot made Arter nearly jump out of his skin.

 "I need to program you", he said, and drew close to the bot's chestplate keypad, and

 began coding a long sequence of instructions, post-dating them for after he'd be gone.

 When he finished, Arter noted the time. He gingerly stuffed the shrimp plant's leaves

 underneath the lid of  the stein, and spray-sealed it; just strong enough for freefall, but

 loose enough to dissolve after it landed.

 
Six minutes later, Arter (with stein in tow) and the medbot were in the operating room;

 the place where Arter brought the plant daily for Medbot to splice his DNA and run

 statistical diagnostics.

 
He strategically placed a note on a nearby med-table he had written beforehand which

 read:

 "I CAN NOT GO BACK TO PRISON".

Now lying upon the operating table, Arter took a deep breath, savoring his final

 moments.

 "Medbot - new command, present time", Arter said.

 "Acknowledged"

 "Terminate Captain Arter L. Jannsen"

 An unbearably long pause before the bot replied.

 "Can not comply."

 "Why the hell not!?" Arter blustered.

 "Mediclass robots of series M-225 are programmed to ignore such directives based on

 their Hippocratic Oath Chip logic statuses."

 ‘Oh, damn these new robots!' thought Arter, exasperated.

 "Can the chip logic status - whatevers - be over-ridden?"

 "If so commanded"

 Arter worried the TJA's would arrive soon.

 "Then DO SO! I command the Hippocratic Oath Chip logic status to be over-ridden!" he

 nearly shouted.

 The medbot went silent.

 In about 7 seconds, it came back to life.

 "Over-ride of chip logic status achieved."

 Relieved, Arter repeated his deathwish command.

 "What manner of termination?" asked the medbot.

 Arter had long considered this question.

 "Laser scalpel through frontal cortex, please."

 A soft mechanical whir was the last noise this version of Arter Jannsen ever heard.

 The robot complied, neatly puncturing Arter with a laser emanating from its metallic

 fingertips.


As programmed, Medbot waited thirty seconds, then put the beer stein into the ship's

 drop-hatch, and jettisoned it, where it tumbled through the Waydreon sky before falling

 into a grassy pasture on the outskirts of a village.

 The TJA arrived soon after, and were none the wiser; more than happy to impound the

 ship's precious cargo and write off the operating room scene as smuggler suicide.

 The Ship's datalogs had been erased, and they were too distracted counting the

 voluptuous greenstones to suspect anything.

 
In the Waydreon pasture, Arter had waited seemingly forever, but the medbot finally

 came, bringing along the required Yuhodian Clone slave.

 Medbot instructed the Yuhodian to pick up the stein, which it mindlessly obeyed.

 The Yuhodian's hands upon the re-spawner made Arter's sentience, which had sat for

 two days in the same position, deliciously excited, and eagerly spring to attention.

 The meta-plates inside the stein began to activate, and Arter's soul loosened, detaching

 itself enough to float out and enter the slave's body.

 The Yuhodian's limbs convulsed, and Arter started re-spawning.

 The medbot detected Arter's presence again, and its defaulted chip logic status looped

 back to the only program in its memory at the time.

 A soft whir, and medbot's laster cut cleanly through the Yuhodian's skull. The slave

 dropped like a sack of meat.

 Medbot then left the body and went back to the village again.

 Twenty-eight minutes later it returned with another Yuhodian Clone.

 Medbot instructed the Yuhodian to pick up the stein, which it mindlessly obeyed.

 As the second Yuhodian's limbs twitched, Medbot detected a humanoid presence again,

 and looped.

 The laser cut cleanly through the Yuhodian skull, and a pileup began.
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(no subject) [Oct. 21st, 2012|12:13 am]
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Oldschool back again? Where my monkeys at?
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(no subject) [Aug. 4th, 2010|03:52 pm]
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there hath been a surfeit of nonsense in this palisade.
one might assume that absurdity be on the wane?
NOT SO!

Or mayhap there be some that are waylayed?
I hope not.

Get busy livin!

Do some shazbot and I promise that I'll run away with you.
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(no subject) [Jun. 2nd, 2010|05:32 pm]
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http://2leep.com/news/11301/1889/
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http://obviousmag.org/en/
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(no subject) [May. 31st, 2010|02:05 pm]
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(no subject) [May. 28th, 2010|11:38 am]
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ARE THESE THE SAME SONG?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XSJjzheHs8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9-d3ayrOJA&feature=related
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(no subject) [Apr. 19th, 2010|10:05 am]
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[Mí musica: |"expert chef"]

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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Apr. 14th, 2010|06:57 am]
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[How I feel: |Morning crusty but good :)]
[Mí musica: |Birdsong]

HERO'S JOURNEY TIP OF THE DAY: SACRIFICE AND THE CONSCIOUS DECISION

The path to the New Self often involves a Conscious Decision to Sacrifice the Old Self.

In the Godfather (1972), Michael consciously sacrifices his Old Self ("I don't know when I'll be back, Kay...") and consciously accepts the transformation to his New Self ("I'm with you now Pop, I'm with you...").

In Star Wars (1972), Luke consciously lets go of his Old Self ("there's nothing for me here now; I'm never coming back here again...") and accepts the transformation to his New Self ("I want to become a Jedi like my father...").

In The Ten Commandments (1956), Moses consciously sacrifices the protection of Egypt to learn what it is to be a slave (“...I do not know what power shapes my way, but my feet are set upon a road that I must follow...”).
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Apr. 12th, 2010|02:33 pm]
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[How I feel: |Catharted]

I loathe Job and Family Services. That is all...


No, it's not.
Allow me to say this also:

Job and Family Services' bureaucratic bunglefuck is so absurd as to break the boumndaries of sanity easily, and far from being a community resource, they need MY help more than they can ever deign to help ANYONE.
I wanna send in a hybrid Al Pacino/Sylvester Stallone circa Rambo era/Alien cloned beast into their administrative office to do a sort of 'house cleansing' junta manouver on they lame asses. The paperwork they idolatrize is as a Tower of Babel, and I wanna dreadlock Rasta til the conflagration burns a porthole open into some mad hell to allow them passage and dispatch their eldritch asses unto.
THAT is all. :) Back to happyplace now :)
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Apr. 3rd, 2010|11:10 am]
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 Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. Marilla got up from her chair, which was sopping wet from having urinated on herself and proclaimed: "Jesus Mary & Joseph, Mrs Rachel! You gotta lotta noive makin' me laugh that abortively! Get out of my house this instant!"
Mrs Rachel made the sign with her fingers and everything went foggy.
"You won't need to be angry with me..." Marilla echoed: "I won't need to be angry with you..."
"You will offer me a hundred dollars so I can buy an orphan to work on Matthew's farm..."
"I will offer you a hundred dollars so you can buy an orphan to work on Matthew's farm"
When Mrs. Rachel put down her hand, things in the room grew crisp and defined, as if out of a dream.
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] Gravemarker in Tombstone, Arizona of an old [Apr. 2nd, 2010|08:29 pm]
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[How I feel: |Ecstasy unparalleled]

"Be what you is, cuz if you be what you ain't, then you ain't what you is."
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Mar. 8th, 2010|08:08 pm]
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Most ridiculous excuse for folk wisdom a watched pot never boils I sat and watched the damn think who things these thinks up mental defectives who properly don't even have a sense of grammar or use words right that's who punctuation illogical? That's ok Spock, its the McCoys of this world who determine progress with their lame aphorisms and ditties I'm a philosopher in the oral tradition not a vulcan thatswhat! And speaking of which; I realize that the pointy-eared science officer on the innerprize spoke english and all but wouldn't his planet have an indigenous NAME for crissakes other than the earth-conjured mythological "Vulcan"? Cmon Rodenberry, get back from the dead and set the record straight, now! Not to mention your tribbles are how we got furries in the first place. Cultural devolution I call it. And while I'm at it, where in the fuck is Fats Waller when I need him? Bring me my DVD's boy! Its time to pop some corn and I'm gunna use your negroid back for a footstool as I kick up my dogs on ya and watch me some good ol' fashioned Harry T. Mudd! Mudd's Women to be exact - and hey Fats! Bring me the Eucerin bottle and the Puffs and my hoity-toity kit while yer at it! We're in for a hot night in the cold city tonight, Fats! Don't forget the Puffs ya fat bastard!!
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Mar. 8th, 2010|04:30 am]
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Pink's fighting with Red. Red pulls a fast one, pushes Maroon end oh-ver end akimbo of bent over Crimson (who was working in collusion with Red) and as a result headbutted Pink right between the eyes! Steakeyes! Ooh that had to smart!!
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Mar. 8th, 2010|03:08 am]
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When Skylab fell to earth in Australia, it hit and killed a cow. What I wouldn't give to have witnessed the event as it happened! Or even maybe seen the aftermath. There needs to be a story about this cow's life. Something short like:
(First person bovine voice here)
"I was minding my own business regurgitating some grass into my 4th stomach, when allofasudden, outta nowhere comes this screaming fiery thing outta the blue sky! Next thing I know; WHAMMO!!! I'm groundchucked!"

:)

Next episode: Cows in space.
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Mar. 7th, 2010|06:21 pm]
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[Where I'm located: |In a van Down by the (Neil Young's one note solo) River.]
[How I feel: |Aerobic]
[Mí musica: |Botswanan Tuvan throat singers' "Come on Eileen"]

Kurt Cobain and Anais Nin are in heaven covering a poetic screaming version of Xanadu for Tiny Tim's divorce to Janis Joplin. (They'd been married for about 6 earth years, but she complained about having to open up for him at the all-ages shows, and got all acrimonious, so...)
Yeah. Its hootenanny time.

Abraham Lincoln is an honorary member of the Heavenly NRA, by the way. He's the one who like all my pretty songs and he likes to sing along,... Etc.
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] CoMpArE aNd CoNtRaSt! [Mar. 7th, 2010|05:30 pm]
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[Where I'm located: |Home]
[How I feel: |Most Ridiculous]
[Mí musica: |Tuvan throat singers]

"Mothers against drunk drivers, the Pope is against the pill, the union’s against the workers working against their will, the President’s against the Congress, the Senate is against the House, people are against politicians, and I’m against cats in my house"!

-Hank Williams Jr. "I'm for Love"

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"Well I'm against it - I'm against it - Well I'm against it - I'm against it - I don't like politics, I don't like communists, I don't like games and fun, I don't like anyone, I don't like Jesus freaks, I don't like circus geeks, I don't like summer and spring, I don't like anything, I don't like sex and drugs, I don't like waterbugs, I don't care about poverty, All I care about is me, And I don't like playing ping pong, I don't like the Viet Cong, I don't like Burger King"!

-The Ramones "I'm Against It"

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"Life imitates art, and life imitates death, death imitates art, and I'm confused cuz I think Joey Ramone is Bocephus now"

-Michael Friel (averiguar)
"Unsung Singsong Burger King Cats in my Vegetarian Belfry"
(From an upcoming untitled album soon to be released...)
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Mar. 1st, 2010|02:55 am]
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[Where I'm located: |Chapel Victorious!]
[How I feel: |Yippee!]
[Mí musica: |Edie Brickell]

For the past 6 months or so (-since the breakup of my last love relationship), I have been working on the conception of a literary novelization/dramatization of the suffering resultant from that relationship.
It was very poignant to me, still is, and so for countless nights, I have mulled over analyzations of character, plot and mythic archetypes and heady themes and settings to properly put this experience into my past in a fitting, cathartic way, and thereby cull from it the wisdom gained from its toll of suffering upon me and therewith bestow it to an audience.
If you're still with me now after that somewhat longwinded preamble, I'm glad, because it is my utter exhiliration to proclaim that tonight at about 2:40am, I successfully unravelled the plot problems I had previous with this novel, and successfully solved any weaknesses inherent in it by sole force of persistant imagination; like an eroding stream slowly beating against a riverbank, I have evoked what I'm sure will be an operatic and grand masterpeice of sorts out of sheer the sedimentary silt and ash of a failed love.

To give you a glimpse of the idea, it's a lovestory set in an earth frought with problems.
An ancient meteor in our near-earth orbit stikes the Sahara, and with it comes a viral paramecium or bacteria or virus (must do a little more research in order to pick the most scientifically plausible option) which infects all of mankind with immortality, making death of no effect, inert ,deathless, overturning nature itself.
Of course, besides the immediate gains, this is a nightmare for man, and eventual overpopulation and etc. threatens. It is the protagonist's task to set Nature at balance and rediscover and re-invent death again.
The female lead is schizophrenic and of a suicidal bent, and it will be her who urges the protagonist to euthanize her and inspire him to find a cure for mankind's deathlessness.
There will also be an antagonist, who is also in love with the woman, and will be of the opposite belief, religiously opposed to "tampering" with the immortality accidentally imposed on man.

The trio of characters should prove excellent to novelize, as I already know them pretty well (write what you know, they say)...

And I'm extremely happy tonight that the main problem I had with the plot has released and given way to me beginning work in earnest now.

Look for it in movies. I see it being made into a film, inevitably after I finish it.
Its very visual in tone, and should be a blockbuster.

Fukyeh I'm rich! Haha.

Had to tell someone tonight, and that "someone" is YOU, my fine friendslisters :)

Comment away!
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] Wheel of the Seven Deadly Virtues and Holy [Mar. 1st, 2010|01:00 am]
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[Where I'm located: |An alcove in the antechamber of my solitude.]
[How I feel: |I feel like a warm milkshake (chocolate).]
[Mí musica: |Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground]

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Marcel And The Cat; Being A Fairy Tale With Zero Percent Fairies. [Feb. 28th, 2010|09:08 pm]
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[How I feel: |pleasedpleased]
[Mí musica: |"My Singing Bird" -Sinead O'Connor- from her 'Sean Nos Nua'. Wonderful song!]



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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] (Hide & Seek) [Feb. 22nd, 2010|05:12 pm]
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[Where I'm located: |Chapel Perilous]
[How I feel: |Fructitious]
[Mí musica: |Pine needles]

I found God, and now its my turn to hide. :)
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] Cupid in the Underworld: [Feb. 14th, 2010|04:40 pm]
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[Where I'm located: |Upstairs among my ephemeral mess]
[How I feel: |Hopeful]
[Mí musica: |Fiona Apple "To Your Love"]

Every year in Verona, Italy, where Romeo and Juliet lived, the post office receives approximately one thousand letters addressed to Juliet each Valentine's Day. The story of the star-crossed lovers, based on an ancient tale, was made famous by Shakespeare in the late 1500s. As you know, the story didn't have a happy ending. However, some good came of it. The Capulets, Juliet's family, and the Montagues, Romeo's family, had been feuding for a long time. Upon the lovers' deaths the two families united. This year, try to find some good fortune that came from an unfortunate love affair, and cultivate more of a glass-half-full outlook.
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] The Birdhouse Squirrel [Feb. 6th, 2010|01:03 am]
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[Where I'm located: |Hutu]
[How I feel: |Zaxxy]
[Mí musica: |Greenbowl]

The birdhouse squirrel curls Venus through his tail toiling the planet with a hatred of nature.
The birdhouse squirrel is me.
The birdhouse squirrel is you.
She stands naked in the trite seashell.
He bites for the pearl lodged there 'tween her toes
Grinds his teeth losing them on her coffee beauty.
I see the squirrel there dead.
Eyes like pox staring into a soupy sea of space.
The birdhouse swings in the wind.
Music of the spheres.
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Hey Rusza! Checkitout! [Feb. 5th, 2010|10:04 pm]
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Song: "Lost track" [Feb. 4th, 2010|03:49 am]
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[Where I'm located: |inside the one, if only vicariously?]
[How I feel: |calmcalm]
[Mí musica: |my own guitar playing echoing in my mind]

Once met a girl who was out of her mind.
Tortured like me & yet so very kind.
I said "how are you" and she replied "I'm fine",
Yet the more I would search for her
The less I could find.

And now that she's gone I dunno if I'm crazy enough
To win her love back.

Since her train left from the station I've lost...all...track.

Once loved a girl she was out of her mind
With a heart so inscrutable yet so refined.
She could stare at the sun with no blink in her eyes
And the more I would rescue her
The more I would find
I'd given it all to her
Just like a fool & his money can part
And singing this song of remembrance does nothing to ease the heart.
And now that she's gone I dunno if I'm crazy enough to win her love back
Her sense of time was contagious and made me lose all track.
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Feb. 2nd, 2010|07:17 am]
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[Where I'm located: |As banal as the living room]
[How I feel: |Resplendant in my new red"I enjoy Vagina"/Coca-cola parody T-shirt]
[Mí musica: |Desecration Smile - RHCP]

Red Hot Chili Peppers have a lyric; "Serenaded by the terror bird". The idea doesn't resonate with me, but its such a lovely mental picture. He sings it in pastelled falsetto, with primary-colored backup vocals (on "Desecration Smile")...
Reminds me of a strange mutated nightingale or somethin' that would sing fear into your heart like a panicky melody that unnerves you.
Imagine the terror bird.
:)
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] Update on me [Feb. 1st, 2010|01:07 am]
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[Where I'm located: |In MAI ROOM! WOOT!]
[How I feel: |Grateful]
[Mí musica: |Ben Harper]

I am so fortunate and happily grateful tonight. I am no longer homeless. I moved in with a friend of mine and everything is great. I'm no longer living out of a bag. You have no idea what a triumph it is to be able to unpack my belongings into ACTUAL drawers and closets. I joyfully consolidated all my white plastic grocery sacks and black trash bags into one, AND DUMPED THEM INTO THE TRASH! I have two of the best friends a person could have, and I finally feel like I'm where I belong again. Its a curative for my soul. Beleeedat! :)
Now I'm listening to an old Ben Harper live album thru headphones, and smoking in bed, looking forward to going to work tomarrow.
In other news; I have a novel inside of me that's been germinating for the past 6 mos., and its just about ready to gestate itself. Its "water broke" a few days ago, in that the plot problem I was having resolved itself, and soon I am to give birth to the grandest, most operatic and intellectually worthy peice of lit I've ever writ.
I'm excited also because on Wednesday or Thursday I'll be going to Rascals in Dover to do some open mic with some songs I've created and covered/performed lately.
Extremely creative and fertile lately, and so that's a great thing which will be cresting well into late spring, by the looks of it. Prozac is a spiffy drug. Since beginning it, I've been able to function at a higher rate of ability than previous. It augments the best parts of who I am and almost negates or at least severely diminishes the self-centered ugly egoic dysfunctional parts of myself.
To sum up; it truly is a Brave New Woild, folks!
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Peaceout.

Ask me some questions, folks. Its become pretty lonely for me in LJ-land as of late. I'd really welcome some interaction from youse.

Any takers?
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Jan. 12th, 2010|01:06 am]
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Are you still alive I quake with wonder. Do you make pancakes for him at 4am in any resemblant fashion like we did, and why when taking a photograph of your photograph with my phone did def leppard's disabled drummer beat out the melody of "I don't want your-I don't need your" (Photograph)?
Furthermore please explain your christmas absence and fast from me this year. Last year you were so hungry you gobbled me up like turkey, and this christmas you disbelieved in all my santa's clauses.
There's a demon in my brain, that starts to overwhelm" you sing.
I sing reading your note to me your words like minor key dissonances, arrayed atop the page #4 for symbolic symmetry (it meant something syllabically that I have now deteriorated my memory for)
Rain is headed your way.
I hope someday you remember me.
You mustn't forget. Mustn't.
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2010|02:04 am]
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I feel like I may finally be getting over her. The thoughts seldom intrude now, and I feel better off without her for the first time. And I don't feel any tinge of guilt in my gut when coming to that conclusion. No regret left. I did the best I could for her.
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Dec. 25th, 2009|11:09 pm]
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Fleetwood macaroni. Spaghetti carpenters. Gnocchi Sedaka. Train of thought x 10.
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Dec. 25th, 2009|03:06 pm]
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Merry Christmas! Today I spent some time with my daughter and watched her open presents, then came back to town. All uneventful now. What to do but figure out a way to snag some tasty wine to jack up the level of holiday cheer a little?
Hope you're all finding yourselves happy and well. :)
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Dec. 22nd, 2009|03:45 am]
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I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it.-Steven Wright
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] [Dec. 22nd, 2009|02:29 am]
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Favorite xmas song and why: "We Three Kings Of Orient Are"; though I have yet to find a definitive version of it. Why do I love it? Let me tell you: the melody itself is the short answer, but to explain it more, its the sublime loping, searching-ness of the chorus, it's odd time signature, and the narrative of the lyrics are wonderfully cryptic and heightening. Visual in nature (I always imagine a silhoutte image of three figures crossing a landscape) and spiritually refreshing (the Mario Lanza version of the tune I just listened to had a harrowing middle verse interpretation from the narrative voice of one of the kings in which he describes the misery and darkness of our existence and caps the idea powerfully by mentioning Jesus in the rock tomb...) the song simply appeals to me on a deep deep level. Those three wise kings traversing over land and enduring hardships in the struggle to find a better, more spiritual and meaningful reason for their plight strikes me to be a darn good subject for an epic christmas song. It's not like the other songs, either. This is not a candycane happy ditty, oh no. But it's cathartic and gut-wrenching in its release, when the promise of messiah that they seek is finally revealed, and cries of hallelujah from the earth meet the sky.
Now tell me, is there a more poetic and awe-inspiring christmas song than that? I doubt it. :) I love the happy tunes, too, please don't get me wrong,... But being one human being who has at times sipped from the bitter cup of existential suffering, I feel it would be remiss of me not to have We Three Kings as my favorite of favorites.
What's your fav xmas ditty? And why, please?
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] Pictures of the hawtness [Dec. 22nd, 2009|12:26 am]
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[LJ2ME (http://www.xfyre.com/sw/lj2me.html)] Why just an olive, i wonder? [Dec. 20th, 2009|05:12 pm]
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Neatorama has an article up about a photographer who documents death row inmate's last supper requests. http://www.neatorama.com/
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