Felled Oaks

"Ancient oaks survive about 900 years, of which 300 years are spent growing and 300 dying."


Kate Schuman "Robin Hood's forest is in trouble," Associated Press. Nov 4, 2007.

Ten minutes of thoughts:

Ten minutes of thoughts:

What attacks a banana to make it brown? Is it just decay? Dehydration? Fungus? Mold? Bacteria? I’m sure the internet will provide an answer.
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It hasn’t but it has yielded some wonderful tangents: a wiki on the brown banana frog, and some inspiration website. The inspiration website asks us “...isn't it true that what unites us as souls is stronger than what separates us?” I guess it’s true if you want it to be true. But, then again, who wouldn’t want it to be true? As such, it’s not true if you want it to be true. Instead it is true if you can believe it is true. Let’s take apart the quote a little bit. First, let’s rephrase it so it doesn’t chose sides. Rather than “Isn’t it true,” let’s just simply ask “Is it true.”

“Is it true that what unites us as souls is stronger than what separates us?”

Next, I’m going to assume that the collective “us” is mankind. Though, it would be more funny if the quote was only talking about the souls of south paws or banana tree frog owners.

“Is it true that what unites mankind as souls is stronger than what separates mankind?”

Aah, ten minutes are up…maybe I’ll get back to this later.

Bobble Bowie

Cranford, 12:17

it's ok

the people all speak my language

and they are nice people

and full of tips and advice

31 Random Songs Played on 4/12/07

God Knows (You gotta give to get) – El Perro Del Mar / Pilot Can at the Queer of God – Flaming Lips / Chases – Mclusky / Map Ref. 41°n 93 °w – Wire / Roll Another Number (For the Road) – Neil Young / Montego Bay – Merle Haggard /Mezzanine – Massive Attack / Alison – Elvis Costello / Turn it up – Ugly Duckling / Side to Side – Blackalicious / Promising Light – Iron & Wine / Do you ever think of me – Laura Cantrell / One Mo’ Gin – D’Angelo / Long Division – Fugazi / If – George Shearing / I can’t give you anything – The Ramones / Who loves the sun – The Velvet Underground / The Natural Arc – The Places / Heirloom – Björk / Obstacle 1 – Interpol / No Lullaby – Jethro Tull / Don’t Bring Me Down – David Bowie / Invisible – Modest Mouse / The Last one Standing – Ladytron / Rallying the dominoes – Danielson / Pass it on – Ugly Duckling / Way out is the way out – Lungfish / Hare Krsna – Husker Dü / Watermelon Man – Herbie Hancock / On/Off – μ-Ziq / Loomer – My Bloody Valentine

LJ Carpenter

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He started writing with a furious intensity

He started writing with a furious intensity:

“He started writing with furious intensity. This is so rare to see these days. A man actually writing. Not typing. Writing. In a notebook. In his own penmanship. He brought a notebook with him. No, not a notebook, a journal. How old fashioned. How quirky. How inspired. Was that a special pen as well?”

The muse of public performance “struck him” while waiting for the train. He thought that people would take note. He thought that people would be curious. When he wrote, he dared not look up and around him. To do so would be a disruption to the intensity with which the muse struck him.

But he certainly hoped someone was taking note. He was hoping that someone was intrigued to find out what was on the page. To find out what the muse had given to him.

He finished writing the last word with flare, dashing the pen across the page with assertive finality. Then he violently tore the page from his journal, crumbled it up and threw it down on the ground. He turned his back to it and looked out into the distance until his train arrived. Then he boarded and was gone.

The coast is clear. Now those who were curious would have the opportunity to go and investigate. In his mind, a woman, perhaps the one with the long red scarf, would sidle up to the bench at the station, sit down, and nonchalantly pick up the page. She would stuff it in her pocket and board her train a few minutes later. Safely away from the scene of the crime, she would take the page from her pocket. She would uncrumple it as if she were savoring it. Then, she would flatten it out. Her eyes would be closed and then, after a long exhale, she would open her eyes and start to read.

But this isn’t what happened. The paper remained crumpled up under the bench. The glint of the gilded page drew the eye or curiosity of no passerby. The next morning, a janitor that spoke broken English mindlessly swept the page into a dust pan on a stick, dumped it in a trash bag, and later tied up that bag and threw it in the dumpster in the receiving dock behind the station below the tracks.

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Sanford told me that god didn’t have his email address. Or, if god did, he wasn’t letting on. Sanford realized that god’s email, though requested in prayer, might seem unsolicited. After all, the email server couldn’t hear our prayers. He was worried that god might accidentally get filtered in with his spam. So, he started checking his spam each and every day. He was worried that god might not send email in English, so he used Babelfish to translate the foreign spam. But he stopped when he realized he was using a translation service that ultimately derived its name from a tower that angered god. If god sent him a message in a foreign language, he had a reason.