Golden Calf Roping

Lindsay Lohan, 'W' & Me

"Robert Graves"

Tarot Card
The Hierophant: Faith in tradition and the old school. A justified and ancient source of power. Being supportive, sympathetic and loyal. Receiving instructions, learning, guidance or inspiration. The ability to hear a higher or inner voice. May also indicate a religious ritual, such as a marriage or an initiation.

Rune
Inguz is the rune of completion and fertility. The presence of this rune suggests that tasks which have been initiated will come to fruition. This rune is associated with Ing and Frey, it is this connection that explains its connotations of both fertility and sexuality. The variant of this rune shown here is reminiscent of the twin strands of life, and of the challenge and rewards of bringing together things complimentary.

Birth Mates
Albert Einstein, Ben Affleck, Bruce Willis, Francis Ford Coppola, George W. Bush, H. G. Wells, Ho Chi Minh, Jessica Alba, Jude Law, Lenny Kravitz, Lindsay Lohan, Louis B. Mayer, Michelle Yeoh, Pamela Colman Smith, Robert De Niro, Roman Polanski, Salma Hayek, Sarah Michelle Gellar, William Gibson, William Randolph Hearst


Public Role

Words that embody your presence are "Communication".

Words that embody the people or things that you interact with are "Abandon, Demon, Falcon, Feline, Forge, Libido, Limbo, Mars, Metal, Silk, Urge, Wave, Wine".

Words that embody things that may be a part of you are "Ally, America, Animal, Audio, Cabaret, Circle, Flesh, I Ching, Lens, Lion, Snake, Tomb".

Words that embody people or things in your periphery are "Battle, Canvas, Castle, Chronology, Conquest, Conspiracy, Desire, Diamond, Domination, Executive, Frontier, Harlequin, History, Holy, Inside, Internet, Isolation, Orange, Order, Purgatory, Soft, Solitude, Spy, Teacher, Word".


Private Persona

Words that embody your presence are "Bond, Eye, Facet".

Words that embody the people or things that you interact with are "Machine, Monk, Nose, Scheme, Vodka".

Words that embody things that you may be a part of are "Intensity, Surrealism, Symphony".

Words that embody people or things in your periphery are "Breakthrough, Fellowship, Hypnosis, Mystery, Philosophy".

Kafka's Office at 815 Second Avenue, NYC

"Our resources for maintaining the machine are very limited at the moment. Under the previous Commandant, I had free access to a cash box specially set aside for this purpose. There was a store room here in which all possible replacement parts were kept. I admit I made almost extravagant use of it. I mean earlier, not now, as the New Commandant claims. For him everything serves only as a pretext to fight against the old arrangements. Now he keeps the cash box for machinery under his own control."

A Woman's Place Was Never Under Kitchener

When Gordon was unable to reason with the Islamic messiah and his mob, Lord Kitchener was dispatched to teach them a lesson. One does wonder if Gordon had not been sent to provide an excuse to teach them a lesson. Kitchener was well prepared. He didn't go to the Sudan by himself. He went with a small force of the best troops in the British Army who were augmented by the Egyptian army and the Sudanese army.

There was a young girl from Khartoum
Who took a nancy boy up to her room.
She said, 'Now, my dear,
'Let's get one thing quite clear:
'Who does what-and when-and to whom.



They had the latest repeating rifles, machine guns, and modern artillery. They built a railroad from Egypt to Khartoum and dispatched a fleet of gunboats up the Nile. Lord Kitchener meant business. Had there been an air force, he would have sent that too.

At That Time Mrs. Mitchell Launched A Rendition of The Aristocrats

Mr. Hackett had just told us the joke about the man who woke up one morning and discovered something weird on his forehead. He went to a doctor who told him he had a penis beginning to grow there. The man was hysterical and begged the doctor to remove it. The doctor said he couldn't without doing fatal damage to the man's circulatory system. "You mean that from now on, every morning when I shave, I'm going to have to look at this in the mirror?" the man asked. "No, don't worry," the doctor said. "The balls will cover your eyes."

Oh dear...Do You Think He's Kosher?

“Thanks to yourself also,” replied the Metal Pig; “I have helped you and you have helped me, for it is only when I have an innocent child on my back that I receive the power to run... The folding-doors flew open, and light streamed from the altar through the church into the deserted square. A wonderful blaze of light streamed from one of the monuments in the left-side aisle, and a thousand moving stars seemed to form a glory round it; even the coat-of-arms on the tomb-stone shone, and a red ladder on a blue field gleamed like fire. It was the grave of Galileo. The monument is unadorned, but the red ladder is an emblem of art, signifying that the way to glory leads up a shining ladder, on which the prophets of mind rise to heaven, like Elias of old. In the right aisle of the church every statue on the richly carved sarcophagi seemed endowed with life. Here stood Michael Angelo; there Dante, with the laurel wreath round his brow; Alfieri and Machiavelli; for here side by side rest the great men—the pride of Italy.


The moral of our story is, Dante said, you can't eat a pig like that all at once!

Breathing Life Into the Klee

Architects, painters, sculptors, we must all return to crafts! For there is no such thing as "professional art". There is no essential difference between the artist and the craftsman. The artist is an exalted craftsman. By the grace of Heaven and in rare moments of inspiration which transcend the will, art may unconsciously blossom from the labour of his hand, but a base in handicrafts is essential to every artist. It is there that the original source of creativity lies.
Let us therefore create a new guild of craftsmen without the class-distinctions that raise an arrogant barrier between craftsmen and artists! Let us desire, conceive, and create the new building of the future together. It will combine architecture, sculpture, and painting in a single form, and will one day rise towards the heavens from the hands of a million workers as the crystalline symbol of a new and coming faith. W. Gropius

The Eco Effect, Or My Sleeping Sword

Someone Rubinstein, maybe once said, when asked if he be­lieved in God: Oh, no, I believe . . . in something much bigger. And someone else was it Chesterton?, said that when men stop believing in God, it isnt that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything. But everything is not a bigger secret. There are no bigger se­crets, because the moment a secret is revealed, it seems little. There is only an empty secret. A secret that keeps slipping through your fingers.

Joseph Pang's Online Exhibition

"Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School"

In all but the lowest stages of culture the normally constituted man is comforted and upheld in his self-respect by "decent surroundings" and by exemption from "menial offices". Enforced departure from his habitual standard of decency, either in the paraphernalia of life or in the kind and amount of his everyday activity, is felt to be a slight upon his human dignity, even apart from all conscious consideration of the approval or disapproval of his fellows.

Thorstein Veblen

Vive Batroc Zee Leaper!

Prayer

PRAYER the Churches banquet, Angels age,
Gods breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth ;

Engine against th’ Almightie, sinner's towre,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six daies world-transposing in an houre,
A kinde of tune, which all things heare and fear ;

Softnesse, and peace, and joy, and love, and blisse,
Exalted Manna, gladnesse of the best,
Heaven in ordinarie, man well drest,
The milkie way, the bird of Paradise,

Church-bels beyond the stars heard, the souls bloud,
The land of spices, something understood.

George Herbert

SPQR

Historians of the social life of the later Roman Empire speak of a certain young man of Ariminum, who would jump into rivers
and swim in 'em. When his friends said, 'You fish!' he would answer, 'Oh, pish! Fish can't swim like me, they've no vim in 'em.'
PG Wodehouse

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-- Elizabeth Bishop


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