The source of 90% of Baabaabaab's Traffic

Since the above image so popular, why not post it again? I rather like the alien-like appearance of this source of thinspiration.



Casey Fannnnn's CASHBACK image seems to have a place here.

The Hollow "Men"

UPDATE: I'd like to add more widgets. If you know of any unique and special widgets that might add to the general chaos of this blog please let me know.

My favorite poem of all time is T.S. Eliot's The WasteLand as featured in yet another old painting.

A few passages:

Dead land, broken images, fear and dust, all take on the significance of human failure

I had not thought death had undone so many

Nonetheless, perhaps it's time to fully appreciate The Hollow Men.

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

F the KC crap. This is my blog and I shall quote my favorite poem as much as I choose.

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Frisch weht der Wind

Der Heimat zu.

Mein Irisch Kind,

Wo weilest du?

'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;

'They called me the hyacinth girl.'

—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not

Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither

Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,

Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Od' und leer das Meer.


Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,

Had a bad cold, nevertheless

Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,

With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,

Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,

(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)

Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,

The lady of situations.

Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,

And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,

Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,

Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find

The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.

I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.

Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,

Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:

One must be so careful these days.

...

And the AWESOME finale...

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
D A
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
D A
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
D A
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?

London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

Shantih shantih shantih

Repo Man, Dr. Seuss and Bill Burroughs

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NEWS FLASH! M. SINGH & Red Schnapper note that Nigel invests in Revlon!

Awesome poetry is happening here.

Further details to follow if Vista, Dr. Benway, et al. don't eat our memory card.

Disgusting find of the day: hairball in human stomach

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Wittgenstein's Ear

While we're on the topic of philosophy, I would like to mention Wittgenstein and shall quote Wikipedia below.
On Wittgenstein's account, language is inextricably woven into the fabric of life, and as part of that fabric it works relatively unproblematically. Philosophical problems arise, on this account, when language is forced from its proper home and into a metaphysical environment, where all the familiar and necessary landmarks and contextual clues are absent. Removed, perhaps, for what appear to be sound philosophical reasons, but which leads, for Wittgenstein, to the source of the problem. Wittgenstein describes this metaphysical environment as like being on frictionless ice[citation needed]; where the conditions are apparently perfect for a philosophically and logically perfect language (the language of the Tractatus), where all philosophical problems can be solved without the confusing and muddying effects of everyday contexts; but where, just because of the lack of friction, language can in fact do no actual work at all. There is much talk in the Investigations, then, of “idle wheels” and language being “on holiday” or a mere "ornament", all of which are used to express the idea of what is lacking in philosophical contexts. To resolve the problems encountered there, Wittgenstein argues that philosophers must leave the frictionless ice and return to the “rough ground” of ordinary language in use; that is, philosophers must “bring words back from their metaphysical to their everyday use.”

Aspeth’s Final Word & Nietzsche Pops for M. SINGH

While I’ve been falling behind on my online life, I did manage to be Murst! on Aspeth’s critique of Casey Serin's final Friday night fraudcast. I dugg it and would imagine most of my large audience of a dozen or so regular readers would as well.

Mr. SINGH,
I have included the previously mentioned Nietzsche Pops poster. Unfortunately the flash was problematic.


OT update: Senator Obama is awesome!

K, Hillary is bright too (but she's a boomer).

6 Degrees of Casey Serin - Casey to Chairman Mao

Hey Kids,
While the I am Facing Foreclosure Story may be over, the 6 Degrees of Casey Serin™ game isn't.

WooHoo!!!

This Friday’s sweet™ challenge is Casey Serin to Chairman Mao.