Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Mountiful Mountains

    Mount Ararat. Eastern Turkey. Noah's Ark is there. Turkish: Ağrı Dağı. Armenian: ՄասիսԱրարատ
Mount Everest. Nepal. Also called Qomolangma Peak. Tibetan:  ཇོ་མོ་གླང་མ. Nepali: सगरमाथा
Mount Sinai. Egypt. Moses received the ten commandments. Arabic: طور سيناء,  Hebrew: הר סיני, 
Mount Athos. Macedonia, Northern Greece. 20 monasteries. 12 sketes. Greek: Όρος Άθως, Oros Athos.

Monday, April 5, 2010

The Story Of Suicide Sal


We each of us have a good "alibi"
For being down here in the "joint;"
But few of them really are justified
If you get right down to the point.
You've heard of a woman's glory
Being spent on a "downright cur,"
Still you can't always judge the story
As true, being told by her.
As long as I've stayed on this "island,"
And heard "confidence tales" from each "gal,"
Only one seemed interesting and truthful ---
The story of "Suicide Sal."
Now "Sal" was a gal of rare beauty,
Though her features were coarse and tough;
She never once faltered from duty
To play on the "up and up."
"Sal" told me this take on the evening
Before she was turned out "free,"
And I'll do my best to relate it
Just as she told it to me:
I was born on a ranch in Wyoming;
Not treated like Helen of Troy;
I was taught that "rods are rulers"
And "ranked" as a greasy cowboy.
Then I left my old home for the city
To play in its mad dizzy whirl,
Not knowing how little pity
It holds for a country girl.
There I fell for "the line" of a "henchman,"
A "professional killer" from "Chi;"
I couldn't help loving him madly;
For him even now I would die.
One year we were desperately happy;
Our "ill gotten gains" we spent free;
I was taught the ways of the "underworld;"
Jack was just like a "god" to me.
I got on the "F.B.A." payroll
To get the "inside lay" of the "job;"
The bank was "turning big money!"
It looked like a "cinch" for the "mob."
Eighty grand without even a "rumble"-
Jack was the last with the "loot" in the door,
When the"teller" dead-aimed a revolver
From where they forced him to the floor.
I knew I had only a moment -
He would surely get Jack as he ran;
So I "staged a ""big fade out" beside him
And knocked the forty-five out of his hand.
They "rapped me down big" at the station,
And informed me that I'd get the blame
For the "dramatic stunt" pulled on the "teller"
Looked to them too much like a "game."
The "police" called it a "frame-up,"
Said it was an "inside job,"
But I steadily denied any knowledge
Or dealings with "underworld mobs,"
The "gang" hired a couple of lawyers,
The best "fixers" in any man's town,
But it takes more than lawyers and money
When Uncle Sam starts "shaking you down."
I was charged as a "scion of gangland"
And tried for my wages of sin;
The "dirty dozen" found me guilty -
From five to fifty years in the pen.
I took the "rap" like good people,
And never one "squawk" did I make.
Jack "dropped himself"on the promise
That we make a "sensational break."
Well, to shorten a sad lengthy story,
Five years have gone over my head
Without even so much as a letter -
At first I thought he was dead.
But not long ago I discovered
From a gal in the joint named Lyle,
That Jack and he "moll" had "got over"
And were living in true "gangster style."
If he had returned to me sometime,
Though he hadn't a cent to give,
I'd forget all this hell that he's caused me,
And love him as long as I live.
But there's no chance of his ever coming,
For he and his moll have no fears
But that I will die in prison,
Or "flatten" this fifty years.
Tomorrow I'll be on the "outside"
And I'll "drop myself" on it today:
I'll "bump 'em" if they give me the "hotsquat"
On this island out here in the bay …
The iron doors swung wide next morning
For a gruesome woman of waste,
Who at last had a chance to "fix it."
Murder showed in her cynical face.
Not long ago I read in the paper
That a gal on the East Side got "hot,"
And when the smoke finally retreated,
Two of gangdom were found "on the spot."
It related the colorful story
Of a "jilted gangster gal."
Two days later, a "sub-gun" ended
The story of "Suicide Sal."

Bonnie Parker 1932'


Sunday, March 21, 2010

I HATE MTV!!!!!





So who decided it was a good idea for MTV to remake Skins? In Baltimore, Maryland at that! I'm so angry at life right now. I really despise the fact that America thinks they can just redo all of the wonderful things that foreign countries give us. It totally lacks originality. Why, if something is already wonderful and has a massive cult following must people do remakes? You can't just hire a bunch of nobody actors and nobody writers and think its gonna be awesome. It just shows how completely desperate corporations are at making money. Cause they already know everyone who loves Skins is gonna watch it. No matter how horrible it is, were still gonna watch it. Hell i probably will too! It's so annoying. I feel like they sit there and say "Why spend money on something new and unique if we can just remake something already so wonderful?" AND BUTCHER IT!!! They already did it to the office. And fever pitch. And big brother, i bet nobody remembers that was originally British. The stupid Jonas Bros snatched a bunch or Busted songs and nobody noticed. Ugh what is wrong with the world?

THEY SUCK!!!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Homogenic

I love Björk. I always have. Her songs are too harmonius for life. I am not one for covers. Cover songs are very rarely equal in quality to their originals. But recently i have been blown away. "30 seconds to mars" and the "yeah yeah yeah's" have definitely hit it right on point, with two of my all time fave Björk songs from her album "Homogenic". Maybe my love for all things skeptical should be toned down a bit?

Marvelous Miraculous Moustache's of Magic

I don't think many people truly appreciate the work and effort that goes into maintaining a beautiful moustache. A man with an unkempt moustache is of no interest to me. I believe if you are going to have it you better have it right! Eugene Hutz of "Gogol Bordello" has the loveliest moustache i have ever seen. And I mean EVER! Now the moustache & beard combination is a tricky thing to master, and i haven't seen too many that have it, and have it right. J. Tillman of "Fleet Foxes" and Nathan Followill of "Kings of Leon" managed to achieve the combo with little to no means.... I mean, how would i know? I don't know them, but it is my personal opinion that they "have it right".

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Now tell me those aren't works of art!

Monday, February 8, 2010

Quel Fabulous

Howard Zinn. Literary Master.

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we were amazingly blessed to have had the opportunity to live through 7 and a half decades of sheer magic. i have never read such beautifully dense and in genius work.

i dont think im alone in thinking that books assigned in school are shit. you hear about all these books and how great they're supposed to be, but all passion and enjoyment for the actual writing disappears once there is an official requirement.

but "a peoples history of the united states" remains in my mind, a literary work of art, even though it was assigned to me in school. i have never read anything like it, it completely sets apart all of the textbook lies that have been virally shoved down our throats since elementary school. all of that Columbus discovered the americas and saved the indians bullshit is analyzed and explained with complete honesty. he killed them all, point blank, and those were MY people, the Arawak race is now almost completely extinct. and its all because of him.

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and the pilgrims on the mayflower and Squanto and all that 'everybody became great friends and lived happily ever after' crap, it all goes out the window. lies lies lies.

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i have not read enough of his works but am desperately planning on changing that, as i suggest everyone does. you ever wanna know the truth about all these vague historical stories that dont ever make too much sense in our textbooks? read some Zinn, that'll cure you.

It is a true horror that we have lost such a master. Howard Zinn and his work will never be forgotten, and if he and all that he stood for ever is, then the world truly is in the shit.

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these are just a small handful of some of my favorite pictures i have taken or seen taken.