Hai Hai, happy LastFullz ‘09. WaterWolf hasn’t posted yet… maybe i fucked up by changing the old landing form so that it didn’t default tag posts as “May”… or perhaps my naming occlusion conventionalizing of the tab… or maybe he’s Ascended, or snowbound.
Maybe he WAS one of the MoonSalmon, ever think about that shit huh? Fucking minds blown, all.
Sprakenzee der mindblown Canadians, guess who’s back?

Back Again?

Why, none save mirrorMage and censorship veteran [suspd_username]Anutsayamrat, now known as [username]mythicshadowz:

ANuT 2 BEES aRaS Am 2BEE BacK Oars0rXz

“tau baby
Once upon a time, there was everywhere and nowhere, everything and nothing, just pure consciousness experiencing being conscious. After an indeterminable amount of ‘time’, simply experiencing being conscious became a little monotonous, so consciousness decided it would be nice to have a conversation about being conscious. Consciousness divided itself in two, and although both parts were aware they were one, discussed the experience of being conscious. The conversation was captivating for a while but—inevitably—it became cyclic and dull. “Let’s play a game,” said one half, “Let’s pretend that being over there is more important than being over here.” So they did. They spent ‘time’ moving back and forth, despite already being everywhere and nowhere at once. The mental exercise, suspending disbelief and discussing whether or not they were where they were, was thrilling, for a ‘time’ but – as before – it became repetitive and predictable. “I know,” said the other, “Let’s pretend that if I get over there before you, I win.” So they did. They raced back and forth and took turns at winning, and they congratulated each other and the game was absorbing and interesting. ‘Time’ flew by. They divided and split and multiplied over and over, mitosis and cytokinesis, increasing the odds and making the race more and more exciting but, eventually, even that became a little dull. “Let’s make it so that if I win, I really win and if you lose it means I am better than you are.” The others smiled and said in unison, “That’s just silly, I AM you.” They laughed for an eternity, then, “Okay, let’s pretend that if you lose, you forget that you are me.” And so the game took a fascinating turn and we have been playing it ever since. When you finally remember who you are—when you know that we are all one—this game ends and we can begin a new adventure.”

-Anut, 12-30-2009

Love it when not planning comes together.

Since Mild_7 = fail on renewing his domain, the ol’ Constitutionalists’ Warroom finnally died in all mirrors, Geocities having died the month prior. So i put the OCCoUSSEL on a G00gGroup.



The ¡Only Complete!™
Compendium Of
US Electoral Laws By State

Here’s a little thang that i’m totally into that will no doubt lead to me becoming DeepThroated Soon on account of the popularity of my views combining so seamlessly with my easy-to-digest video editing ouvreflavour-has.

Talkin’ ’bout Climate Poisoning Futures Optioning and Risk Mitigation Management Funds Hedging, y’all.

Capital City, Everywhere

Some linkage, notes and primary sources, all gathered up into two (2) easy clicks:
9 megz of PDFs souces on climate and carbon futures

Links and notes for carbon market meditations

Fuck yeah; commodify that irresponsibility, WhiteFolks! Yes! Such a good idea, we made it a law!

Capital Combinography

T00L to see us away. Have a delightful, dangerous, cathartic and enjoyable NewYears’, and fucking call me or email or w/e if you know of a party and/or wanna blow some shit up with me. Like pulling teeth, i tellz ya.

By Helen Bannerman

**NOTE: I HAD NEVER READ OR SEEN THIS LITTLE BOOK UNTIL TODAY, We did however eat at SAMBO’s resteraunts all over the south when i was little… and this little boy and the tiger and his mom with the pan cakes were all over the walls… then one day SAMBO’s became DENNY’s … pretty much… i guess this little book cause some stuff… so i talked my friend into letting me take it.. for 24hours only and scan it and post it… because truth is truth… and this is … well… “Little Black Sambo” was definately not allowed to eat flapjacks in the restraunt named after him … and i don’t know …. when we used to go there i was like five or six and didn’t really get it… and now i do… but i have never heard anyone talk about it… and … well just thought it was something that should be out there… people need to know… so it does not happen again i guess… or just cuz … i don’t know… i don’t really how people could do that but i guess i did it too without even knowing it… i think all the time we do terrable things and don’t even understand the depth of the evilthat we do… simple because we do not know it is what it is…. ****

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The waters that so many genius’ have give us, worlds, words, perspectives that make us better somehow for having read it, seen it, listened to it, been touched by it.  We are not only entertained, but formulating ideas, challenging the sensibilities, we push and release the creativity.  Maybe we will find our bliss. Maybe nothing happens.

King Akbar, a sufi mystic king had an open mind.  His greatest aspiration was truly to find truth.  He had one of the biggest public support systems, and for it’s day even surpassed, what we in america call public assistance, food stamps, child support.  Not only was he compassionate, but was compassionate for a reason.  He sought god, truth an end to suffering as far as the buddhists are concerned. King Akbar is most famous for religious tolerance, and in the 10th century india that was a pretty big feat.

King Akbar was a living example of Guatama Siddartha Buddha, He was born part of the elite ruling class of india, but was raised in the Muslim Religion.  Due to his geography, near the middle east, on the border of india, pakistan, afghanistan, was exposed to every religion Muslim of course, Buddhist, Hindu with their pantheon of gods and goddesses, Christianity in it’s early days, Hebrew, Sikh, Jain.  After building one of the greatest monuments to the hindu religion, containing depictions of all the gods, from all religions at the time, But not only was he committed to practicing and reading of all religions, he in a setting more like the Mayans, he conducted discourse from the religious leaders from all the surrounding countries.