Random Photo: China Blue River

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A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.

Steal This Meme: Tea, Anyone?

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As Clay Shirky, author of Here Comes Everybody, puts it, “The stupidest possible creative act is still a creative act.” Words to live by in the latter days of the Internet Age. Steal this meme.

Random Photo: The Loom of Vultures

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A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.

Vultures gather to roost on this cell tower in the evening, which looms over the gymnastics center where my granddaughter has a class every Tuesday. I think they are black vultures (Coragyps atratus), not turkey vultures (Cathartes aura). They assist the tower in looming. The root of loom, by the way, is Latin lumen, meaning light, so the big raptors assist the tower’s looming oxymoronically, with their black light.

They also drop a lot of feathers round about:

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Which I pick up, because

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I made this video in 2006, five years into the “War on Terror” inaugurated by George W. Bush in September 2001, after “9-11.” I watched it just now for the first time in years, and the rant seems more fierce than it did then, the sarcasm reaching back to the original Greek root, σαρκάζειν (sarkázein), “to tear the flesh like a dog,” and thus rings the chimes of my enduring rage at the whole mishegas, tho’ in it I mention neither 9-11 or the War on Terror. I post it tonight in honor of the million plus people killed in that war since the 2996 killed on that September day 17 years ago.

Random Photo: Play It Safe

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A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.

Steal This Meme: Commie Cats

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Or, turning the bourgeois Internet against cats one photo at a time. Works either way. Fucking Commie cats. Steal this meme. I did.*

*Does that content theft make me an ironically valiant member of the #failson #socialist #resistance blogger battalions or an undead running dog of the vampiric Silicon Valley elites? The answer is yes.*

*I consider myself a neo-Burkean anarcho-communard, in case you were wondering.

The Book of Dreams: Shoveling Bees

I was shoveling bees in a honey mine. The mine was excavated into a mountain of wood. Wood, not stone. Reddish brown wood, slightly aromatic. The honey smelled like the wood. They were wood eating bees. Bees, not termites. Big bees, bigger than bumblebees, mostly black with a little bit of yellow on the back of the thorax. There were guards, dressed in in the same colors as the bees, armed with peony guns that shot black peonies instead of rubber bullets. I shoveled bees, while other vacuumed the honey into honey tanks.

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