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23 23 23 23 23 23 23 23 23 fnord 23 23 23 23 23 23 Sometimes you have to go with the cool answer even if it is wrong The Wrecking Crew rules the worldd, Ski are yyou out there The Wrecking Crew rules the worldd, Ski are you out there ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;A NEW DAY DOESN'T MEAN THE WORLD IS CHANGED, IT MEANS THAT AFTER REST THE SLEEPER WAKES RESTORED AND READY TO DEAL WITH THE NEW DAY - THE WORLD DOESN'T CHANGE DURING THE NIGHT, THE SLEEPER IS SUPPOSED TO. ADEQUATE SLEEP AND PRAYER WILL ENABLE ANYONE TO DEAL BETTER WITH THE WORLD ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;THE WRITERS OF THIS SENTENCE NEED TO SOME PHILOSOPHY AND THEOLOGY...............ANYONE WHO SAYS "THE SAME SHIT EVERYDAY" IS PROBABLY THE SAME PERSON EVERYDAY DEVOID OF ANY NEW THOUGHT, ANY NEW GROWTH, ANY NEW SELF DISCIPLINE, ETC, ETC. AND THEN THEY WHINE. HOW CAN ANYONE CARE MORE ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS THAN YOU DO YOURSELF!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was in the summer and I was in the trailer sticking
from my forehead was nuclear warhead and the rain began On earth we find simple pleasures that deny us the chance to possess ignorance like no other creature can. We think but do not feel beyond ourselves and those who are reflections of what we think we are today We think but do not feel beyond ourselves and those who are reflections of what we think we are today Charlie Bell was here and Chris Campbell and Mike Lueke and Frank Ward Something along the same lines
This project started out as a critical analysis of modern
news media and the New York Times newspaper. The original
idea was to explore the way meanings were created by the
New York Times through the use of language, image and format.
However, I became very interested in creating something that
had a life, something that was out in the world, and something
that offered a solution to the way that I felt that modern
news media were shaping the identity of the planet. This shift
in interest became apparent when I moved beyond a formal
analysis of the New York Times and began to come to understand
the deeper function of the newspaper and the problems involved
with this aspect of the newspaper. I began to see the newspaper
as an object that had come to serve a function as a definer
of social realities. We all look to the newspaper to come to
understand the accepted behaviors, the social structure, and
the limits of our position in our society. These functions
were once the responsibility of the tribal shaman, the priest,
the bible etc. Today, we must rely upon the mega-corporations,
which produce and control news media, to fulfill this sacred task
and this realization is what inspired my senior project. It
was my intention to produce an online newspaper that would
offer a more humanistic, and thus more realistic, picture of
our social reality by allowing each person the ability to
submit there own news stories. The form of this online news
paper was an adaptation of earlier studies of the construction
of meanings in which I took the contents of the New York Times
and fused it with the vernacular of some common consumer products.
It was an attempt to show very directly how I felt about the
New York Times and its role as a consumer product owned by news
conglomerates. It was my intention at the beginning of this
project to comment on the connections and conflicts I found between
the production of unbiased news and the running of a business,
but decided to reach further down inside the various levels of
functions, of modern newspapers, to the social reality issue.
It was my intention to offer a solution to the problems that
I uncovered and the internet was the medium that offered me
that chance. It is a place where I can have my voice, were I have
the power to invent and reinvent who I am or what I think, on a
daily basis. In an overmediated world in which the rich and powerful
are the only ones with the ability to have a voice, the internet
stands alone as the only mass medium to which the ÒpeopleÓ have access.
My newspaper will continue to change and evolve as time passes,
and therein lies its beauty. It is a piece that has a life,
that allows you a voice.
Senior Project Spring 1995
I'm going to write this sentence, and it won't enclude a period since periods are not allowed, however if they were I would put one in Well I am contemplating whether or not I'm going to pass my final lab exam does the state of the universe really depend on this and i just can't express how interesting this all feels almost as if there are hundreds of us in a room together and the noise of our voices is a rhythm that roars louder than any single voice yet we are all speaking in ONE SINGLE VOICE hi, i'm Jamie , and i'm DILLY(Chad ), nathan (Tommy Boy), Valmeyer is cool, all we know is all we are His sandwich pulled itself apart and star worms flew in a million directions at once. His was sore.
It seemed needless, wanton, but he put his friend between himself and the butter so the star worms would have something to do on a Saturday night. My mother
asked about you during the yellow thunderstorm, but my God! You were nowhere -- everywhere.
I sat upright in the bed and turned the pages of my screwdriver. There was nothing but elephants talking in circles, complaining
about this, that, etc. We spat into our shoes and sang songs to the grass. I hammered away at the photons with my eyes coupled to a shopping bag, but to no avail.
Why has this bread left me hanging? Where is the jelly? I rang the gong for a thirty-fifth time but Hovan failed to appear,
just as he had failed to appear right there the day before. I masked my anger with my wings and sharpened my claws on the horns of
my gargoyle. Little chips of paint fell upward to the floor where I'd put the handles of my trunk.
Hubris, it was, or Jell-O. I sang a song about Feta cheese and they took my bazooka away.
Nevermind, I am tired of these games and the scores they keep about me in the Big Book of Little Things.
Tiny goldenrod spurs floated into my nose just as I was painting it over to keep things out of my nostrils. I sneezed in my imagination and
thought I saw a fracture of lightning pass across my eyelids just before I lost
consciousness. into absolute unknown with white wine and friend by side we wonder where from and to where this missive into the white void goes, do question marks count? -- $5 per .5 hr at the @cafe on St. mark's place -- we wish we knew what had come before; our verbal ancestry in this sentence, the context, the flow, if any, of ideas ... how many of our fragments end with"................"??????????------ keep the ball moving! don't let it drop! but, seriously, we think you should consider this suggestion: show what's already been written, or at least what is immediate before the current blank white canvas/screen--You know? ERA UN DIA COMO CUALQUIER OTRO, Y JAMES DANIEL WATTS GARZA
SE ENCONTRABA EN SU OFICINA DE DETECTIVE EN REMONTEY, EN EL
SIGLO XXI, ,,,EL GENIO DE MONTERREY INVESTIGABA LOS DIABOLICOS PLANES
OS PLANES DEL EX VIRREY NOVOHISPANO, FELIX CALLEJA DEL REY
AQUEL SER DIABOLICO Y VISCOSO QUE PARA TERMINARLA DE AMOLAR
ERA (ES) INMORTAL, TANTO COMO ESTA, LA ORACION MAS LARGA
DEL MUNDO ...AND WHEN THE RAIN EXPLODED WITH A MIGHTY CRASH
AS WE WERE FALLING INTO THE SUN EN EL DIA DE LA MORSA AND
YOU WERE GREAT HEY JUDE MCCARTNEY IS ALIVE SOY ADRIAN RUIZ
DIAZ, ENEMIGO DE FREUD Y B F SKINNER
GONZALO MARTIN GONZALEZ MARTINEZ ALVARO ALVARADO ALVAREZ
ALVERA two days like iceburgs-bleak, blank, half-melting, all frigid, mainly out of sight, and definitely a threat to peace of mind-drifted by and were good to put behind those of us glued and growing in the sticky web of blood and shining silver like the glint on perspiration at the future a family caught up within and out the muddy booted foot and the molecular cloud red heart space ghost and the brown phantom are trained to fly like birds with strengths surpassing that of the average internet heroines most of us are circling and some spinning off into tangents like stretched slinkies are there parallel gods for parallel universes or is it all the same mold here in the cent 20 i guess we're all waiting for godot imagine if someone had stolen Gilgamesh's plant of course burnie said you gotta pick your own layer and that's your bullshit but that's for LaPlants
L'image n'est plus qu'un objet de domestication
Elle ne reprsente plus, elle se prsente.
Sa prgnance est tactile et cinnatique,
Son point fixe est toufours en fuite.
Sa vitalit s'exprime par ses alternances
de haute et de faible dfinition tlvisuelle.
Elle devient ma raction une action qui est dj faite.
Elle n'est plus projection d'ombres portes,
Elle est rfraction d'une information pure sans contenu.
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let's have a party on new year's eve 1999 where we can be our selves and reflect on our evolution and celebrate our conciousness, be naked and free, bang on loud drums and dance in the street of every city and town eat drink and see jerry;
Doubnle espress o is finally herer in NY to experiemnt with cool art projects such as this , and now we take off to and all the while I was searching for love.... Maybe there is a misunderstanding First of all, the mere existence of theology and philosophy is proof that it is "the same shit everyday" Philosophy and theology are an attempt to describe and explain the same shit, the universal, infinite shit of the everyday You see, I'm not concerned with personal growth Who cares about personal growth when we all die and this world lives on I am speaking to the world It is the same world everyday, again and again I am speaking about the world I am speaking about world change When is it going to change instead of me?
this is such a great incredibly long rambling sentence, and I get to add to it, even though I really don't have anything of value to add to it, but of course once I found this I had to add something to it, because its such an amazing opportunity that it brings up the question of whether this would still be a sentence if someone, like me, were to embed a
but only if I didn't screw up the HTML code, or forget what I was writing, not that it really matters since this became a run-on a long, long time ago, but who said that the sentence had to be grammatically correct, because it certainly wasn't , because I am having to much fun putting really weird formating on my part of the sentence, and I though that I could do something really nasty and make the text of everyone who adds to this do something like blink, but that would be nasty, so I thought that I would quit before I screw up and do something like that by accident, so I hope I didn't really screw up the formatting, and if I did I'm sorry, and if I mispelled stuff, I'm sorry, and now its up to you to continue this,
but, I'm going to contine, because I checked and I discovered that I screwed up and my table has no lines, which is really a bummer, but whats worse, my link is all screwed up because I made a mistake, yes, I actually did something wrong, so if you wanted to follow link you would get an error, which I don't like, because if someone were to try to sneak a period into this it wouldn't be , who now has two links if I didn't screw up too badly, this time, and now I will let you take over, and continue this amazing sentence,then twiddling my twat, I watched her huffing and puffing to blow all of my illusions away , and she said: this sentence is self-containing, and furthermore, it is self-wriing:
and so I closed my eyes and said: "But don't you know? The entire Web is one long self-containing sentence, with neither top nor bottom, beginning nor end. It contains all we think of and all we believe and if you believe this load of crap, you're sicker than I thought! and then MrsBarb from the buckeye state came up to me in and in a flash said and the hypermasculine Dervish lover of the King's daughter was stripped, flogged, and humiliated by the inclusion of his name in a registry of patrons of the Opera; while suddenly, as she ate the subtle salads, the intriguing potages, the work of many hours and days -- the yams came tumbling down from the hills, disrupting the Court; the cook vowed never again to mix dandelion seeds with guava paste -- the Queen's fat little Pomeranian belched with abandon, inspiring a season's fashion in spirited flatulence... as evening drew near, she began to feel the urgent malaise of puberty swiftly fleeing and the burdens of womanhood awaiting her delicate shoulder; regarded with skeptical amusement by most young men of the Court, her liason with the Dervish had convinced her that, contrary to her naive expectations, her cast-off hair could be sold in the marketplace at a very high price, bringing much-needed revenue into her father's coffers, a happenstance which much endeared her to the Ministers -- Name's Kelly Mahon and I'm enjoying tthe net and all its recources so that some of my favorite pastimess is cmessing round with my computer and i'll bet its yours too since you're reading this or at least sumbitting your own so keep a writingg the music that I heard from the way this fho wjoi ddddd eel hovercraft being bowl of shat stuff jiiflks too much zima even the vanilla pony wretched neath pomeranian jumpsuits folding his hat under the thick plod of his iron shoes never forsook or had the chance to tie the branches under the cupola liquid and Falstaffian
a (slight) pause for reflection
Small unemblematic developments happened to be happening to Tiffany all the time. She squated over the blowhole resignedly fanning herself with a 1952 clothbound copy of Henry James's 'The Bostonians'. "I hope those dancing bears and clown college administrators get here soon or my career as a acrobat is OVER." Lettuce colored bandages fell from the skies as she held tightly to the bucking sea cow. 'Madre!, Dio mio!", she wailed, the aching in her heart and in her pants was not lessening. She regretted her decision to leave medical school and sign with Sea World. She now lived for cake. The dog barks at noon i am not a god so I huffed and puffed and blew myself down, Cazzo, non ho parole, anzi, una c'e' l'ho appena avuta: questa idea e' Incredibile, Spontanea, Geniale, e ho quasi paura di toccare il tasto punto=fine, ma voglio solo dire all'umanita' che amo Stefania, e che "c'ero anch'io" Whenever I hear the precepts of neopseudological-positivism, I think of spontaneous combustion; Thusly, in the ways of the ancient squirrels, the prophesy is fulfiled, the circle is complete; In two and a half years (unless I forgot to carry the seven) all this shall pass, and we may all collectively frolic in fields of SPAM© and iron filings (Then again, I could be wrong) it is god that has condemed us to the race for cybersace let it be known it must be in the favor of the human race for look at the time wasted on something which does not exist farther than the 110 wall socket and there I was, mowing some electric underpants with a used string bean We're slowly killing ourselves again. You would think that we would remember our past lives and do something different this time... Maybe cyber space will release the God in us to do something good. Words alone are not enough--look at politicians and lawyers--they might get O>J> off. NO WE ALL NEED TO DO SOMETHING! What should we do? Do unto others as we would have them do unto us. I think I'll buy you a beer mate. Then we will talk and I'll think up something else to do. Whether the weather be hot, or whether the weather be cold: we'll weather the weather together whatever the weather. This drive-by-addition was a spontaneous thing brought about by a random perusal for the devil. The searcher says that the devil and his history could be found within. But I see no devil or his minions. But that is how the devil works: in very discreet ways, n'est-ce-pas? Bien sur! J'espere que vous m'apprecie! Was that valid? Hey I can ramble with the best of them. And do know from whence I hail? London, Ontario, Canada. That's where. I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and so on. So I make the best of it. I am a novice. I am. I am. That's all I ever think about is myself. Thats what they say, at least. But I could be famous, and you wouldn't know it. Well now you do. And so I bid you adieu. Adieu. LOTS OF MALAWIANS ON THE INTERNET BUT NO WEB SITES IN MALAWI WE WILL WAKE UP SOON AND TAKE THE DEVELOPED WORLD BY STORM tie the black axe not your nose,no,no.no, guilty realizing that the world is an infinitely stupid place and that there's no way to get out of it, ever, and we're all stuck in this awful, horrendous place with nowhere to go and no way to get out of it before realizing that we're being really redundant ever since the time we got this is a very cool sentance O.J. is innocent O.J. is innocent O.J. is innocent O.J. is innocent O.J. is innocent O.J. is innocent O.J. is innocent O.J. is innocent safe and secure...free to explore and discover and create and enjoy no worries no grief baka mitaina seikatsu ...but what not to be will be what is here... does this thing work or not... ....as it comes to my attention that it is better to have it and not need it than it is to need it and not have it, I so feel i hate being sick during finals is this a joke or what, what the fuck is going on here, I said WHAT THE FU ....where did he go?? how do you switch of this stupid thing...I'm going to the toilet to masturbate, do you want a detailed description ?? wanking wan king won king won ding mon ding mon dick bon dick big dick why now brown cow not the why nor who nor how it is all to just allow, allow all entities to be endowed or he who is most edowed , allowed the cow, All right I was up all night to the sound around, that's when I found a hound who made no sound at least alloud, why sigh or even cry when ther is a chance to die,fly and wither away to almost NOTHING observe yourself living observe yourself living i/o 360 was here. ..don't you know? although, in fairness, it is not really self-writing; it is selves-writing, or even selfless writing, but how could it be self-wring, when we all know that the writing is being done as the brain directs the fingers to pound away at the keyboard and feel the wonderful tacticle sensations of flesh against plastic as the words appear, first on my screen and then on the screens of the countless other selves who will, unwittingly, nay haplessly, into this vortex, known as the world's longest collaborative sentence, and a life sentence it may well be, because how does one stop without mentioning one's opposition to the death penalty and the awesome need which we all have to commune and communicate with i wonder if this thing is in html format, lessee
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE? ============================================================================================================================================ Can't figure out what's going on-- I left a mark here and it washed off--Maybe it was the periods that I used before-- That's my life's story-- marked off because of a period or two-- O well, peace love and light world--use this space wisely it may just be the last place of true freedom! ============================================================================================================================================ I think that Jonathan Brandis,Shaquille O'Neal,Eric Nies, Carey Elwes,Jamie Walters,and Brad Pitt are the hottest babes in the world. and then again and again and again we asked ourselves the same question which had to do with our very presence in this rectangle at this time of day in a city in which the heat was the only remarkable vestige of its once flaming presence so we remarked on that as we sat in front of the cool screen remembering hotter fires when screens were only a vestigial memory... ...and yet, and yet.....maybe this was all a mistake. Oh god! If it could only be a dream! This is the nastiest, most annoying and useless Web page I have seen so far! Only a arcane photosynthetic autotroph who was deprived of heroin and other symbolic plant compounds would realize that the only way to complex divinity is through the microscopic view of depraved nudity of some other species which I realize is too much to digest at an evening feast especially when you did not go to the bakery and buy those luscious pygmy brownies made in Detroit by lewd and obscene lithuanian midgets who thought of themselves as rare bi-spectacled lizards of japanese lineage, but i mean, who really cares but those who care for a living, even those that care for a living don't really care but instead cry alabaster tears in the hidden temple of the soul....they spend most of the time living and dying and crying and muttering tantric hymns in the urinals of ancient empires that rise above the horizon only to fall asleep within eyes range Un saludo para todos los que desde cualquier parte del mundo se conectan a esta original idea. Desde Madrid, Espaa, deseamos aadir nuestro granito de arena para que en un futuro cercano podamos contar a nuestros amigos de la red que participamos en la frase ms larga jams escrita Do you think this is long enough? Wait a minute, or one hour or the time to build another universe...
and sometimes i wonder what it all means, if my home page is just a capitalistic ploy at self-aggrandizement-just a way to become more than i really am, an instant ego boost when i can look at it and say "that's me"; and i wonder if anyone cares, if i make a difference, if i will ever be happy, if i will find that special someone i thought i had found but was only a dream; sometimes i think it can't get any worse but then i think of course it could and apply my imagination and it does get worse and i need an escape and find one in my music (well not really _my_ music, i don't play it, just listen to it) i like trent and tori and tmbg and classical and lotsa varied stuff and it gets my mind off things but it doesn't solve anything and 'kay i luv ya b'bye
breeze through green, leaf-y trees, a balmy 72 degrees, pelvis-grinding blues be it Zeplin or others, a pitcher of Lynchburg lemonade and a hammock -- this defines bliss; Rutgar said it best in Bladerunner -- "The things I've seen ....shall disappear like tears in rain"; "I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky, and the moon has turned red over one-tree hill"..."she brings me white golden pearls stolen from the sea, she is raging, she is raging, and a storm blows up in her eyes"...shear beauty from U2; and from Robbie Robertson: "Who's gonna bring you a broken arrow, who's gonna bring you a bottle of rain....I'll get to you if I have to crawl"; oh for such care and devotion; I hope you all experience some beauty and/or sense of peace today Life is a 1000 piece puzzle and once you have used all the pieces that came in your box you discover there are 500 pieces missing Malkavians will RULE THE EARTH!!! (and then get bored and give it to some homeless guy on the street--"heya, here you go, have the world--go buy yourself something warm, and get some food, but whatever you do, DON'T GIVE IT TO THE TREMERE!!!!!!!!!!) Malkavians will RULE THE EARTH!!! (and then get bored and give it to some homeless guy on the street--"heya, here you go, have the world--go buy yourself something warm, and get some food, but whatever you do, DON'T GIVE IT TO THE TREMERE!!!!!!!!!!)
but what about the marmosets? Don't they get a say in this?
Catfish is non-sequitur. "Aha!" she cried as she stuck her wooden leg out the bathroom window and waved!
It's not that I'm morally opposed to war in all cases, I mean, you have a right to defend yourself, even if it means shedding a little blood, breaking an arm or two, or jumping out of a tree and stabbing someone twenty times in the chest with a serrated bayonet while shouting "YUO'RE IT!!"
To the City
Kittypeople will RULE THE EARTH!!! (then get tired, decide to take a nap, and foist it off on the Malkavians) And when my cat is pulled out of your nails it will eat itself her body felt warm, desirable next to mine: the overhead spotlights highlight her erect nipple, as my tounge left a wet trail leading from her neck, down, down, around her breast, my mouth covers her nipple; she moans, running her fingers through my hair, my cock is hard, my balls tight, she pushes me away gently, gently, I lay on my back, my sex jutting straight up as she lowers her mouth over its purple mushroom head...i come in a blinding flash of white where cybernauts shed their anonymity and resume human interaction, rejoining civilization while broadening the definitions of culture and responsibility Colin Portnuff Tualatin, Oregon (Seaport@aol.com) one may exclaim, "but I just love to spend time with butterflies", therefore not assuming that a swift blow to the head would correct the situation, nevertheless it happened just the way that I describe it, or Racer X could kick Speed Racer's ass any day of the week and twice on sundays, therefore I and the
hunger of the passion that burned
me through tasted vaguesly of the freakish burning fork in the road to the life that I would
not need to live in the darkness of fear of love any more cows in the field of grass that
is green and needs mowed every
damn week because it keeps
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