Saturday, July 07, 2007
A good place to start is to stare into the blue sphere for as long as your attention span can take it. If you see anything of any rare significance, it would probably be best to stop there, because you are a long way ahead of the game. (Is Farren putting us on?) If nothing materializes then I would suggest heading on to a rather strange connection supplied by MrMR about the nature of time and perception that will at least fill in some time until the next episode of Dr Who.
"Our journey starts with an experiment conducted in 1976. Dr. Kornhuber asked a number of volunteers to be wired with EEG electrodes to measure their brain activity. He then asked the volunteers to flex the index finger of their right hand, suddenly and at various times of their own choosing. He wanted to measure how fast it took for the mental decision to move the finger to actually make the finger move. His results were not what he expected"…(more?)
And, yes, the dot (you'll get to it) does change color.
The secret word is Chronometer
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
SIGN A PETITION TO IMPEACH DICK CHENEY
Except, as I filled in the boxes a feeling of unease came over me. Was I putting myself on some future list as a target for retribution? But I went ahead anyway realizing that such anxiety is the power and product of a potentially fascist state, and all the more reason to haul the sons of bitches out of power.
The secret word is Now
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
IF THIS NATION RETAINS A VESTIGE OF CIVILIZATION, THE PRESIDENT AND VICE PRESIDENT SHOULD FORMALLY RESIGN ON THE FOURTH OF JULY
Monday, July 02, 2007
(In fact, the actual quote is “There have always been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible but in the end, they always fall. -- think of it, ALWAYS.” – Mahatma Gandhi)
The secret word is Mutilated.
On the other hand, ain’t much that was more alien than Dr. John back in the day. (From MrMR)
Sunday, July 01, 2007
I’ll frankly admit that I think the dog-days of summer are on us here in bloody LA and the prospect of two months of rising temperatures plus all the other crap that flesh is heir to is starting to depress the hell outta me, but I guess I’ll survive it. (But is that the good news?) Peromyscus sent me an amusing clip of Elvis. And Elvis is always good for impending depression because, his story was more beaucoup fucked-up than any other in our rock & roll universe, especially when I stumbled across this clip of “Unchained Melody”, recorded about six weeks before the man’s death when he had degenerated to a bloated, sweating hulk, sans mind, sans pride, sans everything except the power of that miraculous voice. A real case of “observe thou mortals and tremble at the downfall of a god and the distance it is possible to fall.”
The secret word is Royal