addiction

I'm addicted to facebook. I'm admitting it. It's sucking my life away. I keep going back to check it. Scrolling down, down, down. Thinking of things to say... who said what, who is where, ooh, pictures... what, hmm. Let me just comment on that. I have this to say and that to say, and lets debate the semantics of the meaning of existence, and I just can't shut up, and I have papers to write, and things to do, and wait, wait, wait, let me just check to see if anyone commented on any of this idiotic drivel I have written, or let's see if someone commented on my comments on their comment always trying to intellectually one up someone. This is a problem. Brain damage. Brain damage. DUH DUH DUH. Facebook. Wee. My brain is floating into the ether-net. DUH-m. DUH-m. DUH-m. I'll just post some incriminating pictures of myself to disqualify myself from credibility amongst the judgmental element of Facebookers... or business community, or who cares. My life is an open book. A FACEBOOK! No pay, nothing, just free advertising for the corporate interests who pay to get exposure amongst the loons like me who are so lonely that they just post their lives away, like, "hey, hey, hey, it's me. I exist! I exist! seriously, like I actually exist." Or do I? Is there nothing more than this glowing screen of pixelated information in front of me? Scroll down, down, down. What's going on down there? Is my brain stem down there somewhere?

just saying

you may never meet a man more proud of the fact that he worked as a butler.

Another Sunday in the Lodge. Good One.

Well howdy pardners and pardnerettes. Howdeedoodee? Felt like I should haw feld the old lench volt, so here we go. There was a mighty good sweat tonight out in the dome. The french clipped swelderhouse came back home. With his ear bags dragging and his hair fine cool, the dog faced singer now was high on his mule. And so many folks now so exited about medicine. This meeting, that meeting, peyote in their headicine. Now we all know we all know not, but some do know they like smoking pot. Many of these, like red road wayans, are up on the wagon, running, like I, from those boozy smoke dragons. So then we begin to see the green doctor in their eyes. They've been shown the light, but then it gets a little foggy so they wanna see it right. Back to the doctor, more medicine to be explored, but we are the medicine, we are the door. The button in the dirt that makes colors in our eyes, is just another molecule that can really warpitize. It's all true, my dears. The year doesn't even exist. 2012 and the new age twist. What is 2012? Now. What do we know? 2012 is now, 2012 is 10,000 years ago. A year is a social invention, full of good intentions. Time is more than flexible. It's empty. See look, there's plenty. See what the doctor says. He'll tell you what's in your head. What's in your head will tell you what the world means. What the world means will tell you what's in your head. Which is me just saying what I just said. The flower blossoms. The tree grows. The life eats life eats life eats life. The molecule eats itself; is what it is. IS.

Huh?

What's up with the meat dress? It seems to be the talk of the town, but seriously, I mean seriously? Are you kidding me? What is wrong with this Gaga woman who everyone is gaga about? It's not like the meat dress is even an original idea, it's been done before. Some designer even takes responsibility for it? Gross. I mean have we as a culture gotten so dumb that we get off on the post post modern apocalyptic irony of something so obviously obvious "look, I'm a piece of meat" symbolism, combined with the conspicuous consumption built right in with enough meat to feed a small village, going to waste adorning the body of a woman who seems to just take everything Madonna did in her career and make it just a little more ridiculous and expect everyone to praise her and give her awards, which is exactly what we are doing? What? I really don't get it. Maybe she is just so very clever, and the joke is on us, because we are awarding her disgusting, offensive, unimaginative, sensibilities, maybe for no more reason that we are in the midst of a disgusting, offensive, unimaginative consumer culture with our heads so deeply buried in the sand that we can't even to stop and smell the rotten meat, and the rotten idiot wearing it. Did she at some time in the not so distant past make a bet with some customer at the strip club and say "listen, I bet you a bindle that I can make millions of dollars dressing like a tramp on acid, acting like an asshole, frequently wearing Elton John glasses, and just generally being a symbol of a society sinking to the bottom of the delusion pit?" If she did make that bet, then I applaud her. She wins.

Once Again

Instead of the idiocy reflected in the video we ad libbed last eve, we thought it prudent to try and write something a little more rational. So Happy Jewish New Year my friends. Shana Tova! This time of Rosh Hashana is a time of reflection for the Jewish faith. I'm taking a class this semester at the Center of Jewish Studies at the Graduate Theological Union, called Cultures of the Jews. It is important to note the fact that it is not called culture of the Jews. There is not one culture of the Jews. This is a religion and a population that has changed over time, been influenced and has influenced the majority cultures they have lived amongst. They have lived in Palestine, Egypt, and throughout most of the rest of the world in the Jewish Diaspora. They have spoken different languages, been influenced in different ways, but there has been something that has tied this people together over thousands of years, and kept them somehow separated from their neighbors. They have held some Jewish culture or identity which reminded them of their difference, and they have chosen it, and embraced it. At different times, like in the times of the Maccabees, there has been active conversion by the Jewish people of gentiles into the Jewish faith and tribe. At times in the past the difference between Jew and non-Jew has been much more fluid. It is important to remember that Abraham was not a Jew, and he was the father of both Isaac and Ishmael, one, Isaac, who became the father of Jacob, who became Israel, and Ishmael who is known as the father of the Arab peoples who would give birth to the Muslim faith. David himself is the great grandson of a Moabite. If we go back further in the Hebrew Bible which is the foundation of both Christianity and Islam, we find one people. "Now the whole earth had one language and the same words...And the Lord said, "look they are one people, and they have all one language; and this is only the beginning of what they will do; nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them. Come, let us go down, and confuse their language there, so that they will not understand one another's speech." (Genesis [B'reshiyth] 11:1-9) Indeed we have been confused, but even here in the Tanakh, the Hebrew Bible, we find in the origin story One people, scattered and dispersed and confused by different languages. It was this one people who were the mothers and fathers of the Jews, the Muslims, the Buddhists, the Scientologists, the Hindus, the Christians, and the rest. According to this story, these first people were the mothers and the fathers of us all. It was only after we became confused that we began to see ourselves as separate peoples who built up faiths and cultures around ourselves, blocking ourselves off from our fellow brother and sister human beings and began to identify ourselves as us and them. My people, your people, well even in the founding story of the Jewish people, it's right there, we are all one people, if you just read back a few pages before Jacob wrestles with the Angel who is afraid of the light and gets "blessed" with the name Israel. (Genesis 32:26-28) Within the field of Anthropology we find the same phenomenon, they identify this people and that people and focus on all the differences, but if we just go back far enough in their discoveries, we see our common heritage, and find all our hominid ancestors emerging in Africa, the Greek word for which is Ethiopia. So if we go back far enough we find that we are all Ethiopians, every human being alive on earth. We are all one people. And if, as the Lord states in Genesis 11:6, that "nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them," then we can most certainly begin to manifest our oneness again, which has been hidden from us for thousands of years by our confusion. We have proved our creative capabilities by our inventions, the microchip, the cellular phone, the rocket ship and space station, the walls we have built up around ourselves in our cultures, we have been marvelous creators, creating what we have proposed. It is time now, in this time of reflection, to propose we all come together again and create harmony, peace, unity, love, and respect for our Ultimate Creator, that which gave us the power of creation. So much power was put in our hands, and it is time we used it for good, for truth, justice, and righteousness. It begins with all of us acknowledging that we are one people, one human race. We are all Jews, we are all Muslims, we are all Buddhists, we are all what we are, perfect and imperfect, empty and whole, we're just a bunch of lost Ethiopians longing to know ourselves again as who we really are.

Shana Tova u'Metuka

The management would like to apologize for the two caw birds of the Goose Wranglers aging face that you have to deal with in a row in the these previous/following posts (depending on your perspective). We're lost in the wilderness, certainly did not anticipate this clawful craw. So be it. all the very best from the guilty conscious of the wrangler in his sludge pit. PS... be reminded that in the following video, should you weather it, Kingston is whining in the background because he wants to go out.

Good Evening...

Good evening crew. If there has not been much posting, or if it has been drivelific, we do apologize. This has been an interesting summer. Thick sludge has been slivering through our brain stem holding us deep below the surface of the sand. The Mad Professor is spinning on the record player downstairs. Tomorrow we return to the schooling sandwich of seminary. Tomorrow the Goose Wrangler has his first preaching class. To put an end to this third person silliness, I'll say I'm nervous. I am nervous. HM-2244-01 (545) Preaching: Theology and Praxis. Here we go. Embarking on the great adventure, walking in the footsteps of Crawdad, getting shoved into the sveld nibs. Here comes Mindhead little twiddly winks. Are the seminarians ready!!?? This is going to be a trip.

Who is G-d... What is the Zord? What does it not want?

Out here witnessing creation is a pretty amazing experience.
Don't you think?
Look around Kemo Sabe.
What do you see?
If you have eyes that see, do you see colors?
Light.
You have eyes made of molecules.
Bodies of nuclei.
Popping and Jiving DNA.
You know what Zord is?
Emptiness, Void, Everything, the Great Creator, The ONE, ABSOLUTE, ONE?
The whole enchilada?
What's that?
Everything.
And you are looking at it.
Out from those two eyes made of molecules.
Wow.
Right?
What are those molecules made of?
Empty space, inside empty space, inside empty space,
little circles of energy popping in and out of existence, and spiraling perfectly,
and you can see, and it all just looks still.
Blink.
Open.
It's all there.
Close your eyes.

Know how long it took G-d to create the ability to see, to witness Its own creation?
It took forever.
The first thought.
The birth of the entire Ultraverse.
The primordial ooze.
Now.
Here we are.
Creators.
As the eyes of Creation, WE have the power of creation.
We've been around a long time.
We are descendants of the primordial ooze.
We are the dinosaurs who survived.
We are that we are.
SEE.
Where are we going?
What are we doing?
Who are we?
WE.
Creators.
Ultranet.
Mindhead.
Here.
We don't want to destroy this creation.
We don't want this to end.
Creators.
We manifest IDEAS.
What are WE thinking?
Any good ideas?
Any bad ideas?
What do WE not want to do?
What does MotherFather G-d not want to do?
Stop seeing its creation?
We have to be mortal to witness creation.
Death is the price of life.
Here we are.
Open your eyes.