Monday, August 26, 2013

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Mud Room

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Food on the menu


Whole catch, farm-raised shrimp, organic spaghetti, mild Italian sausage, Parmigiano-Reggiano, pine nuts and a dollop of pesto.


Two Patty Melts made with grass-fed beef, tomato (only on mine), Swiss cheese, caramelized onions, Dijon mustard, rye bread (with caraway seeds) and a glass of iced green tea with raw honey.


Baked wild-caught Halibut (with garlic butter, Parmesan and lemon juice) with a green bean salad topped with lightly toasted almonds, and a tomato with organic whole black and tan sesame seeds and sea salt on the side.

The Blue Doors



Whites Creek, TN




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Monday, August 19, 2013

The Axis of Evil



What does Princess Diana, Area 51, Edward Snowden, the N.S.A., secret drone attacks, financial meltdown, student debt and the war on pot have in common? 

ANSWER: They are all entangled in cover-ups and lies. 

After years of denial, and to pacify our insatiable need to know, governments are preempting top secrets by releasing bits of disinformation through misdirection, a form of deception in which our attention is focused on some things while distracting us from others. “Coming Clean” is the stasis of a new state-confessional, so pathological it blurs the distinctions between privacy and transparency: mythology is “truth” and science, education and facts represent the  “axis of evil”.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

In a Lonely Place






















I was born when you kissed me.
I died when you left me.
I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

Haiku for the NSA (or, “INTERCEPT THIS!”)


Egypt needs water:
Algeria, Morocco,
Afghanistan, too.

Fertilizer bombs,
Airline tickets, swimming pools:
Syria eats dirt.

Tick-tock Palestine,
Israel and Iran at war:
Don’t forget Iraq.

Trucks filled with diesel
from Kuwait and Tunisia:
Blowing to pieces.

Haiku for Egypt




Egypt exploding,
the President is speaking

too little too late.

Obama's news speak
"blah blah blah, yada yada"
follow the money,

A public statement:
when is a coup not a coup?
Good night and good luck.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Party of Suppression


A Dream



I had a dream I was on a subway from San Francisco to Las Vegas. I only had small change and paper money, pieces of paper folded in the middle like inside fortune cookies. The rent was due, but I still had a job and this was payday; but I didn’t show up for work. Instead, I took a trip and lost my suitcase with my cell phone and cameras and I lost my apartment, too. My dreams are filled with anxiety and feeling there’s someplace I have to be but can’t get there. Someone told me that’s the best way to get to where I’ve never been. Is that true?