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People lay underneath the iconic Wall Street bull during a rally in the financial district against the proposed government buyout of financial firms in New York City. An angry US public and Congress are pushing to snip the rip cord on golden parachutes used by fat cat CEOs to escape Wall Street’s mayhem.
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Mr. Invincible, from the series I’m Not Really Sure But It Must Mean Something
Keep praying for Ben. I couldn’t be more proud of him and his resolve to heal and find the good amidst strife.
And from the View, Can You See Her?, from the series I’m Not Really Sure But It Must Mean Something
Delirium, 6/2007 from the series I’m Not Really Sure But It Must Mean Something
He is the man whom we all know, stupid, unimaginative, whose brain is bitten numbly by numb maggots; who walks generously with wide-spread, tentative legs, falls frequently in the gutter, and who sees, in the extremity of his ecstasy, blue mice and pink elephants.
-Jack London, from John Barleycorn
In Memoriam, 6/2007 from the series I’m Not Really Sure But It Must Mean Something
Man, her last work, who seemed so fair,
Such splendid purpose in his eyes,
Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies,
Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,
Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation’s final law-
Though Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shrieked against his creed-
O life as futile, then, as frail!
O for thy voice to soothe and bless!
What hope of answer, or redress?
Behind the veil, behind the veil.
-Tennyson
Yellow Brick, 6/2007 from the series I’m Not Really Sure But It Must Mean Something
And to all my pagan friends: happy solstice you freaks.
