Thursday, 30 June 2011
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
The shape of things to come
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Troll summer vacation over
Friday, 24 June 2011
Thursday, 23 June 2011
The polyphonic prayer here, it's all around you
Oh, joys arise, the sun has come again to hold you
Sailing out the doldrums of the morning
The polyphonic prayer here, it's all around you
It's all around you out here
And if the whole world is crashing down on you
Fall through space, out of mind completely
Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
Those are the shadows far away
The falling of the whole empire, it's here to hold you
Rolling out and haunted till it sinks
Little memories, marching on
Your little feet working the machine
Will it spin? Will it soar?
My little dream working the machine
Soothe like a wave
It passes far
Closing in on the moon
From where we are
Little memories
Your little feet working the machine
Will it spin? Will it soar?
My little dream working the machine
Soothe like a wave
It passes far
Closing in on the moon
From where we are
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
The story of Morgan
... or, Morgan chooses to participate in the blogosphere instead.
An even more excellent choice.
I wonder how many marriages and families around the world have been kept together through the emotional and intellectual outlet of blogging? It's a bit like the 21st Century answer to the Man Shed at the allotments. Perhaps Blogger should be nominated for some kind of peace prize? :-)
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Friday, 17 June 2011
Osborne for "Glass-Steagall-Lite"
Just to record the event, since I've tried to note whenever everyone else of any great import has done so, that George Osborne* has come out plublicly in favour of a sort of Glass-Steagall [almost!] arrangement.
I'm going to note it through the recycling of Jeremy Warner's thoughts, to which I don't really have much of any value to add, in The Telegraph:
----> here.
* current UK Chancellor of the Exchequer
I'm going to note it through the recycling of Jeremy Warner's thoughts, to which I don't really have much of any value to add, in The Telegraph:
----> here.
* current UK Chancellor of the Exchequer
Hsin yen pu mei
Lao Tzu:
Sincere words are not pretty.
Pretty words are not sincere.
Good people do not quarrel.
Quarrelsome people are not good.
The wise are not learned.
The learned are not wise.
The Sage is not acquisitive—
Has enough.
By doing for others,
Has even more
By giving to others.
Heaven's Tao
Benefits and does not harm.
The Sage's Tao
Acts and does not contend.
Wise words, mate.
Sincere words are not pretty.
Pretty words are not sincere.
Good people do not quarrel.
Quarrelsome people are not good.
The wise are not learned.
The learned are not wise.
The Sage is not acquisitive—
Has enough.
By doing for others,
Has even more
By giving to others.
Heaven's Tao
Benefits and does not harm.
The Sage's Tao
Acts and does not contend.
Wise words, mate.
Thursday, 16 June 2011
Fancy a quickie?
China ratings house says US defaulting
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Monday, 13 June 2011
Saturday, 11 June 2011
The Fishermans Tale
To our very own dearest Canberran Quean,
I believe you have the full measure of the puppetmasters.
I just wanted to thank you for all the fish. None of them have gone to waste.
I believe you have the full measure of the puppetmasters.
I just wanted to thank you for all the fish. None of them have gone to waste.
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Sea Within a Sea
Sea Within a Sea
Some say we walk alone
Barefoot on wicked stone no light
and sanctuary found never waits around awhile
Marching to the sea
their dreams stay in the shadows
their dreams stay firmly rooted in the shallows
See the scraping sky
See my destination there tonight
So say I walk alone barefoot
on wicked stone tonight
Will you leap to follow
Will you turn and go
Will your dreams stay rooted in the shallows
See the scraping sky
Far beyond the shallows
Far beyond the reaches of the shadows
Though youth may fade with boyhood´s cares
New fear will catch us unawares
I know it will
So you might say
the path we share is one of danger
and of fear
until the end
I hope to see you all at the summit some day ... don't get washed out to sea.
Some say we walk alone
Barefoot on wicked stone no light
and sanctuary found never waits around awhile
Marching to the sea
their dreams stay in the shadows
their dreams stay firmly rooted in the shallows
See the scraping sky
See my destination there tonight
So say I walk alone barefoot
on wicked stone tonight
Will you leap to follow
Will you turn and go
Will your dreams stay rooted in the shallows
See the scraping sky
Far beyond the shallows
Far beyond the reaches of the shadows
Though youth may fade with boyhood´s cares
New fear will catch us unawares
I know it will
So you might say
the path we share is one of danger
and of fear
until the end
I hope to see you all at the summit some day ... don't get washed out to sea.
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Just Do It
Not sucking on the RPG oxygen pipe only prolongs the agony of suffocation for the US gummint and economy. They're trapped in a tatty old $42.22 box full of liquidity of their own making. Freegold is the only way out.
Friday, 3 June 2011
Thursday, 2 June 2011
$IMFS
Just how much longer can this albatross keep itself suspended in the air? It sure does have some impressive staying power!
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
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