war damage
Dec. 9th, 2015 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamasomething about a sphere of liquid ether. It did weird things to our physique, like metal scars us, but we can fly but I think thesphere weighs us down. maybe the world was inverted. I don't know. It's apt to describe it as "I had a weird dream that I'm not going to tell you about because I can't even describe it accurately. There was this battle in the mountains too with giants and short men armed with explosive cannons and javelineirs and I was hoping they could kill the giant before it reached our flag.
and then a second battle where these monsters poured out of caves being led by a white-furred giant.
Upon waking up, my first thought was "oh, shit, it's 8:30."
The problem is that people on Democratic Underground see Trump and think to themselves "hey, this guy is successful because of his xenophobia and bigotry, not despite it. I wonder if there is any way we can siphon some of that off for our own party."
I had a dream in which I had two rings, one made of six intertwined threads of neodymium that was supposedly extremely heavy but I could pick it up with no problem, and one that emitted a drone etude. if the rings got too close to each other, they'd interact in weird ways.
This all happened in a room with blue wallpaper. there was a table. there was a broken clay gargoyle.
I went into an etched glass building with stairs leading underground.
Somebody pointed out that the right wing is codependent on terrorism. I don't necessarily agree with that; the right wing is certainly dependent on terrorism but terrorism isn't dependent on the right wing and if ISIS was intelligent enough to think about who they target and what the result of picking those targets would be, they'd be perfectly happy if Le Pen, Trump, and Putin were gone.
What I do believe is that the mainstream right and extremist right are codependent on each other. This happened with les Republicans or whatever they called themselves before they changed thier name before and it's happening now. And it happened in Hungary too, where leftists voted for Orban instead of allowing Jobbik to form a coalition with Fidesz. The left drops out because they erroneously assume the mainstream right will be a lot better than the far right. And then the mainstream right integrates far right policies and talking points into their own. As I said, the French language has no word for gratitude. But at least Hebrew has no concept of "better the devil you know" because Jews are burning bridges with the National Front.
I had a dream in which I was as far on the world map as I could get from home. It was a wetland overlooking the ocean and summer haze. There was a temple there, with tessellated ceilings and walls, all made of curved glass. They gave me a black embroidered cloak so I could go into a sacred place. I woke up in the middle of the wee hours to take a shit and then had a dream in which I stabbed either Mike Maier or the guy from Shredded Moose and tore up some stalker-ish notes he was carrying.
Upon waking up, my first thought was "oh, shit, it's 8:30."
During brumation (that's hibernation for reptiles, if you've forgotten by now), the GI tract shuts down and the food that's in there ferments and rots and that's no good. In the wild, appetite would diminish as the temperature drops.
Blue whales eat about one and a half million calories in a day and everyone's mind was blown by that fact. Also, I'm going to have Kyra listen to some Durutti Column next week.
There were some necropsies this weekend, which I didn't get to see. A woodcock had myopathy and toxins and myoglobinuria, a ruptured esophagus, and food in the air sacs. A rock dove had corn in its esophagus and seizures, and in some places, they'll kill rock doves by soaking corn in poison, and it's probably illegal because spoiler alert, other animals are going to eat that corn.
There was really nothing to photograph, unless you're interested in what testicles look like on the inside, which I'm sure you're not.
Courtney's never heard The Beatles or Jimi Hendrix.
The Moluccan cockatoos' names are Tilly and Cleo and I'm surprised they're still boarding. I can't tell them apart but one constantly needs attention so she makes a noise and opens her wings, which are kind of yellowish, and raises her head crest. I guess it's because they only have each other, a radio that plays a station with an all-Christmas format, and the occasional intern or volunteer to keep them company.
There was a painting of a rat doing yoga and it was either by or dedicated to someone or something, possibly a rat, named Peaches.
I waited until now because Atlas Lab promised a new video. Spoiler alert, it's Steadfast Mind. The song is good. The video is unmemorable and you can just stick it in the background. In thirty years, it's not going to be mentioned in someone's holovid of the of best music videos of the New Tens. I don't know, I was hoping it would be animated or something, not just John and Emma after running a whole bunch of filters on them. As The Sparrow had all the members dress up as Clue characters. Now that's a music video.
burning question: why does google delist my livejournal but still allow obvious junk results?
and then a second battle where these monsters poured out of caves being led by a white-furred giant.
Upon waking up, my first thought was "oh, shit, it's 8:30."
The problem is that people on Democratic Underground see Trump and think to themselves "hey, this guy is successful because of his xenophobia and bigotry, not despite it. I wonder if there is any way we can siphon some of that off for our own party."
I had a dream in which I had two rings, one made of six intertwined threads of neodymium that was supposedly extremely heavy but I could pick it up with no problem, and one that emitted a drone etude. if the rings got too close to each other, they'd interact in weird ways.
This all happened in a room with blue wallpaper. there was a table. there was a broken clay gargoyle.
I went into an etched glass building with stairs leading underground.
Somebody pointed out that the right wing is codependent on terrorism. I don't necessarily agree with that; the right wing is certainly dependent on terrorism but terrorism isn't dependent on the right wing and if ISIS was intelligent enough to think about who they target and what the result of picking those targets would be, they'd be perfectly happy if Le Pen, Trump, and Putin were gone.
What I do believe is that the mainstream right and extremist right are codependent on each other. This happened with les Republicans or whatever they called themselves before they changed thier name before and it's happening now. And it happened in Hungary too, where leftists voted for Orban instead of allowing Jobbik to form a coalition with Fidesz. The left drops out because they erroneously assume the mainstream right will be a lot better than the far right. And then the mainstream right integrates far right policies and talking points into their own. As I said, the French language has no word for gratitude. But at least Hebrew has no concept of "better the devil you know" because Jews are burning bridges with the National Front.
I had a dream in which I was as far on the world map as I could get from home. It was a wetland overlooking the ocean and summer haze. There was a temple there, with tessellated ceilings and walls, all made of curved glass. They gave me a black embroidered cloak so I could go into a sacred place. I woke up in the middle of the wee hours to take a shit and then had a dream in which I stabbed either Mike Maier or the guy from Shredded Moose and tore up some stalker-ish notes he was carrying.
Upon waking up, my first thought was "oh, shit, it's 8:30."
During brumation (that's hibernation for reptiles, if you've forgotten by now), the GI tract shuts down and the food that's in there ferments and rots and that's no good. In the wild, appetite would diminish as the temperature drops.
Blue whales eat about one and a half million calories in a day and everyone's mind was blown by that fact. Also, I'm going to have Kyra listen to some Durutti Column next week.
There were some necropsies this weekend, which I didn't get to see. A woodcock had myopathy and toxins and myoglobinuria, a ruptured esophagus, and food in the air sacs. A rock dove had corn in its esophagus and seizures, and in some places, they'll kill rock doves by soaking corn in poison, and it's probably illegal because spoiler alert, other animals are going to eat that corn.
There was really nothing to photograph, unless you're interested in what testicles look like on the inside, which I'm sure you're not.
Courtney's never heard The Beatles or Jimi Hendrix.
The Moluccan cockatoos' names are Tilly and Cleo and I'm surprised they're still boarding. I can't tell them apart but one constantly needs attention so she makes a noise and opens her wings, which are kind of yellowish, and raises her head crest. I guess it's because they only have each other, a radio that plays a station with an all-Christmas format, and the occasional intern or volunteer to keep them company.
There was a painting of a rat doing yoga and it was either by or dedicated to someone or something, possibly a rat, named Peaches.
I waited until now because Atlas Lab promised a new video. Spoiler alert, it's Steadfast Mind. The song is good. The video is unmemorable and you can just stick it in the background. In thirty years, it's not going to be mentioned in someone's holovid of the of best music videos of the New Tens. I don't know, I was hoping it would be animated or something, not just John and Emma after running a whole bunch of filters on them. As The Sparrow had all the members dress up as Clue characters. Now that's a music video.
burning question: why does google delist my livejournal but still allow obvious junk results?
