HEADLIGHTS IN THE HEADLINES
Why do human beings freeze like a doe?
To cope with impending doom, I suppose
Overwhelmed by an overdose of Disaster Du Jour
To painful realizations, they become quite inured
Too numbed for smelling salts to snap them out of it
Enjoying decadent downfall, too much to quit
Drowning sorrows with another round at the bar
Like loud-mouthed drunkards, very proud of who they are
Not frozen because of any literal chill
They seem to feel safer, by staying very still
Half-asleep at the wheel, starting to doze
Minutes before the mushroom clouds arose
John and Jane Doe, with tags on their toes
After they died, they started to glow
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Doe Cafe t' Keske Gemert
07.02.2007. Het adres voor een Gezellige, sportieve middag of
avondvullend programma... `T Keske. Plezier voor jong en oud in
cafe 't keske.... lees verder .
www.tkeske.nl/
Cafe 'T Keske
Plezier voor jong en oud in cafe 't keske.
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http://www.dailykos.com/story/2007/2/19/1194/34868
As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.
by ticket punch on Mon Feb 19, 2007 at 09:19:49 AM PDT
Speaking of translations...... (goes into storyteller mode).
One of my long time ago ancestors' name was translated by the
Indian agent as "Headlight".
I've become kind of my family's geneologist and keeper of
stories through the years as various Fathers (uncles in your
culture) handed me documents to safekeep. In my wanderings and
research I came upon her Pikuni name and the English translation.
I was perplexed because the Pikuni words were about dreaming and
seeking and see'rs and wondered how the heck it became
"Headlight". I went to a Grandmother and Grandfather in Canada
and told them the words and what I knew about her. They laughed
and explained that they knew the story of her name, it was kind
of a joke among the previous generations. Her Pikuni name means
"Woman who can see for a long way, even in the darkest of nights."
From the long explanation, the Indian agent couldn't make it a
short name and arbitrarily called her Headlight!.....
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37. DOE Document - Headlights of the last decade in field theory
Abstract Not Provided Headlights of the last decade in field
theory ... www.osti.gov/energycitations/product.biblio.jsp?os...
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http://somewherebetweenwakingandsleeping.blogspot.com/
Somewhere Between Waking and Sleeping
kayboldugunda, bos ve tekinsiz sokakalra karanlik vurdugunda,
uyanmayi seciyor. vampirlik anlayisina yeni bir bakis acisi
kazandirdigim soylenebilir, onlar kadar beyazim, tek sorunum
burnum etrafinda olusan kizarikliklar, test ettigim binlerce
farkli
izlemekten biktigimda, hangi dingil naapmis acaba diye powerturk
e zapliyorum, rafet el roman meee liyerek sarki soyluyor. bu
ulkede bir alamanci gercegi var, anlamiyorum, anlayacak kadar
kafam calismiyor bugunlerde. ama bir de "yalanci sahidim" diye
bir sarkisi var rafet el roman'in, iste o sarki nedir yarabbim,
bu basmayan beyinle bile, ne kadar gerzekce, ne kadar aptalca
oldugunu ben anlayabiliyorum, ama powerturk bunu anlayamiyor ya,
orada ipler kopuyor, gozum karariyor. sesini kisip klibi
izliyorum, klipte de is yok. herkesin "rabbit in your headlights"
denkliginde klipler
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http://abesleistigal.blogspot.com/2005_04_22_abesleistigal_archive.html
Creativity is like driving a car at night," said E. L. Doctorow.
"You never see further than your headlights, but you can make
the whole trip that way."
I believe you'll be able to see the big picture of where you're
headed. It will be as if the whole world is suddenly illuminated
by a prolonged burst of light; as if you're both driving your
car and also watching your journey from high above."
diyor Free Will Horoscope'um! Siz de kendi burcunuza ve hatta
yukseleninize ve sevgilinizikine ve ortaginizin ve donup gene
kendinizinkine... bir goz atmak isterseniz,
Evde bir kavanoz lezzet bulundurmaya dair..
Dolabinizi actiginizda onceden hazirlanmis ve derhal tuketilmesi
gerekmeyen, kucuk miktarlarda yenilse bile sasirtacak, mutlu
edecek ve boylariyla olculmez buyuk lezzetler tasiyan kavanoz
dolusu tatlar saklamayi sevenlerdenseniz, armutlar hala varken
market, pazar raflarinda, tezgahlarda, deneyin asagidaki
receteyi.
Anilar konusunda tutucu olmak, onlari birakamamak, cok makul
galiba. Herseyin onlara donustugunu dusununce. Ama ister istemez
sahip olmak da istiyor insan, daha fazlasina. Calla'larim hep
gozumun onunde olsa, keske Felix olmemis olsaydi ve kartlar
yollasaydi gene Vasif'a ve portakalli cikolatalarin tadini hic
kaybetmesem damagimdan.. Anilari kollayip geri kalanini ozgur
birakabilmek ne zor.
Anilar tuhaf seyler. Hatirladiginizda, tutunmak istiyorsunuz.
Wim Wenders'in Until The End of The World'unde, hatirlar misiniz,
ruyalarini seyretmeye doyamayan insanlar gibi -- sicak bir
yataga gomulup, isiklari kisip, ilik bir cay icer gibi
hatirlayabilsek keske her istedigimizi.
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http://dkosopedia.com/wiki/Hanford_Site
The Hanford Site occupies 1,518 square kilometers (586 square
miles) in Benton County, south-central Washington. It was
established in 1943 during World War II as part of the Manhattan
Project to provide the plutonium necessary for the development
of nuclear weapons. The former towns of White Bluffs and Hanford
were evacuated to make room for the site.
Plutonium manufactured at the Hanford site was used in
constructing the first nuclear weapon at Trinity site, as well
as Fat Man, the bomb dropped on Nagasaki.
Photos of early Hanford show serious-looking men with slicked-
back hair and bulky clothes. We see squat-looking vehicles with
huge rolling fenders and headlights that bulge forward like bug
eyes.
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http://scores.espn.go.com/ncb/recap?gameId=263180259
We expected Virginia Tech to be very good," West Florida coach
Don Hogan said. "I thought our kids had a little bit of a deer
in the headlights to start the game, then I thought we got into
it a bit."
The Hokies also had a 12-0 run in the half.
"We got deflated several times out there," Hogan said.
With the blowout in progress, the most excitement of the night
came when a mini blackout caused by lights going out at Cassell
Coliseum caused an eight-minute stoppag
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http://www.goonan.com/ccr.html
The road climbed the brow of a hill for a while. A doe leaped
through his headlight beam, as if she'd been waiting for a car
to show her a good crossing. A clump of snow fell from a fir
branch onto his windshield and he turned on the wipers for a
moment; they whirred in the silence. Terri would have had the
radio on the whole time; classical. It wasn't bad. He had never
complained. He just preferred the sound of the wheels grabbing
the snow, the steady smooth growl of the transmission. The raw
data. It had its own poetry. Or, if not poetry, at least a kind
of honesty.
He was satisfied with the path he had taken. Teri had compared
him to Rimbaud, some French poet who had burned like the sun,
and then never wrote again.
He read, "What the hell's going on? Why the blackout? Got a clue?
Craig."
Blackout?
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9. Answers Sought in Florida Blackout - General - redOrbit
Energy experts are trying to figure out today why a small
malfunction shut down a major nuclear power plant and knocked
out electricity to one-sixth of Florida's .
www.redorbit.com/news/general/1271277/answers_soug...
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http://www.dvxuser.com/V6/showthread.php?p=1259355
2 - This guy had a beat up old Jeep Cherokee or something yet he
treated it like a Rolls. He even had Jesus head lights on it
(head lights with a picture of Jesus on them). The weird thing
is my father found him in his garage with the car running. He
didn't admit it but my father thinks he was trying to kill
himself. Two weeks after that incident he took off his Jesus
headlights. Apparently he lost his faith.
My family and I moved in 2003 but the last we heard was that our
neighbor divorced the guy and left to Flordia. I heard rumors
that they guy actually killed himself but I can't be sure. He
was one of the weirdest people I have ever met and he obviously
had problems
Someone should write a script about this guy. Also, who washes
their car in the winter after a snow storm?
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http://blogs.tampabay.com/breakingnews/2007/05/seminole_pinell.html
Investigation begins after bizarre chase
SEMINOLE -- Pinellas Sheriff's detectives this morning are
trying to sort out a bizarre series of events that ended with
the death of a Lutz man
Again, deputies said they ordered Keske out of the truck.
And again, he refused.
As deputies approached the truck, Keske "started the engine,
lurched forward and then rapidly accelerated in reverse,"
investigators said.
He hit two cruisers and narrowly missed a deputy.
This time, Keske backed away from the deputies onto the SR 688
Bridge, made a U-turn and drove away. Investigators said he was
traveling on the wrong side of the road as he fled.
Another patrolling deputy saw the truck, which was being "driven
without headlights and smoking badly."
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ROADS ACCUSE UNION IN HEADLIGHT CASE; Assert Engineers ...
About 200 engineers and other railway employes were present,
some to protest against the new headlight, and others to urge it.
query.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F00E12F83F
Assert Engineers' Brotherhood Expelled Members Opposed to
Electric Device. BLINDING, SAY OBJECTORS
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http://www.slate.com/id/1000438
DOE in the Headlights
Scott Shuger
The Washington Post, New York Times, and Los Angeles Times all
lead with President Clinton's decision yesterday to support the
IRS reform bill bound for easy House passage. The story also
tops the Wall Street Journal's world-wide news box. USA Today
goes with government investigators saying that the nation's
stockpile of nuclear weapons has become increasingly vulnerable
to theft and sabotage.
The USAT lead quotes a Pentagon report raising "serious concerns"
over the physical security at Department of Energy nuke storage
facilities and a DOE report that talks of a "developing crisis."
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http://www.sethshulman.com/downloads/Articles/reactor-funeral.pdf
When a nuclear reactor dies?
$98 million is a cheap funeral.
The line of cars following along carrying reporters, amateur
photographers and other interested observers makes a very
appropriate cortege. If only they all had their headlights
turned on, it would seem much like an ordinary funeral
procession behind a quite extraordinary hearse. As evening falls,
the vessel is parked on a Hanford service road, starkly,
incongruously posed against the sunset and just visible from the
edge of town
There is little sign now at the Shippingport site of the years
of demolition work that have taken place, but a clue to the
project's magnitude are the fragments of several dense cement
foundations marking the muddy earth, six feet thick in places.
With this kind of bulky composition, nuclear power plants would
be tough to dismantle even if they were not radioactive. The
same massive structure touted for its safety by the nuclear
industry during the plant's construction and operation has now
returned to haunt the industry in the decommissioning process.
Because potentially dangerous levels of radiation will be
present for tens, or even hundreds, of thousands of years, the
prospect of leaving a nuclear reactor, emitting low levels of
radioactivity, to decay and possibly even be forgotten centuries
into the future is not a comforting one. These concerns would
remain even if the spent fuel rods were stored elsewhere, as DOE
experts contemplate.
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http://www.wvec.com/news/local/stories/wvec_local_121204_surry_
robot.2546d1ca.html
Robotic ROSA probes deep inside Surry Nuclear Power Station
Meanwhile, a tiny remote-controlled submarine left its post in
the reactor and rose to the surface, its headlights glowing like
the eyes of a sea creature. In a trailer about 100 feet outside
the reactor building, engineers watched computer screens as they
adjusted the robotic arm, moving it by fractions of an inch and
crunching the streams of data it collected.
These tools step in for humans in the dangerous environment of a
nuclear reactor, and they find flaws that the human eye could
not.
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35. Boy Scouts: 'John Doe' entries used for protection, not deceit
.... OBITUARIES | WEATHER ... John Doe' entries used for
protection, not deceit. By Jay Reeves Associated Press Writer
legacy.decaturdaily.com/decaturdaily/news/050212/d...
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http://www.constructionequipment.com/articleXML/LN765001285.html
'08 Forecast: Expect More Crane Accidents
New York Observer
Before the disastrous crane collapse in Turtle Bay on March 15,
there had already been three crane-related incidents
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2. Iron Turtle - alt.politics.org.cia | Google Groups
Iron Turtle. Praise to the PRC and Cultural mister in the value
of ... myth of an "Iron Turtle" that guarded the great northern
city. Soldier at the ready! .
groups.google.com/group/alt.politics.org.cia/brows
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The Voice of the Turtle
The Dictionary of the Turtle: The Letter B ... that he is
trapped in the headlights of a revolutionary juggernaut which he
can .
www.voiceoftheturtle.org/dictionary/dict_b1.php
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http://www.4truthseekers.org/articles/confessions_of_a__turtle_
people_.php
Confessions of a "Turtle People"
The other night during his healing work Peter Farley shared with
me the fact that I was a Turtle Person. This means that I, my
turtle energy form at least, came here from one of the "turtle
planets" in the Pleiadean constellation.
This is, according to Native American tradition, also the source
of the star ancestors of every major tribe in the United States,
as well as most other aboriginal or native tribes in other
countries around the world. What does that information mean to
me? As more life has been heaped upon my shoulders and my upper
back is rounding, it totally explains my body shape, so
different from the rest of my blood relatives.. It?s not
osteoporosis............it's turtleness.
Having the traits from my turtle homeland means that I can
alternately move into my shell away from others, or on the flip
side of the coin, snap their heads off in a verbal disagreement.
It means I?m persistent as in the race between the turtle and
the hare. It means I could hide in my closet when I was little
and read by a flashlight. Ever see a cartoon with a bookish
looking turtle wearing glasses? When I get interested in a topic
I "dig in" and learn all I can about it.
I'm nearsighted with a lazy eye, yet I have a gift of being able
to get into a situation and see/sense the big picture very
quickly.
Holding my car's headlight in with duct tape doesn't bother me a
bit. The headlight still works
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http://mytholog.com/fiction/ausema_turtle.html
Turtle Car in the Mountains
At the rental office, you find a turtle car waiting, the
windshield and windows carved into the thick shell. It would be
safe, but isn't what you requested. Not for the heights you want
to scale. You need a lizard car or a goat.
When you ask the robots for help, they sneer at your fleshy
hands. You shove them in your pockets, thinking you won't miss
them when they're gone.
"Sorry. Nothing we can do about it. The turtle is what we got."
Robots don't lie. Or so they claim and the justice system
believes. You take the turtle.
It swings its tail as you approach, turns a headlight eye toward
your ungrafted body
Will strange fluids mingle with your blood to keep you running?
You think you catch sight of a silver spy-bird flitting among
the scenic summer cottages
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http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=
20040528&slug=turtles30
Now, at 9:30 p.m., she was busy laying eggs, and Alvaro Garcia
Cortez, a 22-year-old Costa Rican turtle-station "investigator,"
crouched at her tail. Wearing latex gloves, he acted as a sort
of attending obstetrician, intently catching the eggs in what
resembled a plastic shopping bag. The only light was the feeble
red glow of a mountaineering headlamp strapped to his forehead,
and the moon's piercing single headlight dodging Van Gogh-style
clouds high in the sky.
In a war against extinction, this was the front line.
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37. Turtles All the Way Down
Federal judge blocks uranium company's test near Grand Canyon ...
crust, that rides on the earth's mantle, that rides on the sea
of molten iron. ..
www.imdiversity.com/villages/native/arts_culture_m..
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http://epud.net/%7Ebears/ironbuddha.html
iron buddha
War," Smitty says, "is no better or worse than anything else."
He turns, and he doesn't see nothin' but he feels like the front
of his face sees something, you know what I mean? Like there's a
kind of living headlights out there, and he's caught in the beam,
and he is food.
Said, "That boy is like a turtle on a log."
For, hmm, only the second time in his life. And this time with
permission. he lay in the sun like a turtle on a log, soaking up
the future.
Smitty has never seen a set-up like this before. As it pulled up,
one headlight bright, the other dim, it looked, in the dark, like
some kind of over-extended station wagon, but seats twelve, plus
the driver. Five forwards, two reverse. An unholy aroma of
abused bodies, mud, long-dead food, and the ashes of some kind
kind of burning weed. He settles in next to a large form
hunkered in the darkness.
Crummy up, drive home, headlights, deer and bears again.
You like routine, queries the Buddha.
Remove the other poles from the top of the upper cable, all but
the four that have the cable threaded through them. Stack the
rafter poles on the roof rack of the Jimmy-crummy, hanging out
over the headlights and the taillights. Now loosen the
turnbuckle on the upper cable, unthread it, take the remaining
four poles that are still jammed in the plywood donut ring that
held the cap and stovepipe, and walk them over to the side,
dumping the donut ring on the ground. Next you undo the bottom
cable's turnbuckle, gather up both cables, unbolt the door frame
from the wall lattice, walk the lattice up flat, and place the
remaining rafters, the door and door frame, the rolled-up
plastic, the lattice, and the folded canvas roof on the crummy's
roof rack and tie down the load with scraps of rope. It's
tempting to use the wall cables, but you don't want to kink the
wire rope.
Back at camp, which would be around midnight, they discover that
Burt and Chuck, along with the rest of Face Crew, have returned.
There's a quick crew meeting by the light of the crummys'
headlamps.
"So," says Chuck. "Got word. We'll hit Eugene tomorrow, get
groceries, and head up to the Olympics."
"Washington?" asks Smitty.
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http://www.bilderberg.org/hbomb.htm
But the launch klaxon at Volk field is an error. An airforce
guard at Duluth Section Direction Centre had detected an
intruder inside the base perimeter and sounded a sabotage alarm
which had somehow keyed the scramble klaxon at Volks Field. As
soon as Duluth realise it's a mistake Volk Field is told. Volk's
commanding officer leaps into his car, drives out onto the
Tarmac and flashes his headlights at the squadron of F-106's
about to take off. The intruder turns out to be a bear.
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http://www.northco.net/~crusher/me.html
Needless to say, my appreciation for the Nuclear Industry has
increased tremendously during my co-op session and my awareness
of nuclear ignorance with others has also increased. People
actually ask me questions like: when I come home at night do
I glow? I used to joke with people that I didn't have to turn my
headlights on when I went home, but I noticed that people
actually thought I was being serious. So now when people say
that to me, I actually pause and ask them seriously if that is
something they think can actually happen. If I EVER glowed when
leaving the plant you can bet one thing, I'm DEAD and in a body
bag made out of concrete. In fact, I can't think of anything I
could do at the plant that a situation like that could be a
reality, except for jumping into the spent fuel pit or into the
Reactor Cavity. Since there are guard rails everywhere you can
bet that there had to be a SERIOUS fluke accident for that to happen.
If you have serious concerns with Nuclear Power by all means
read up on it or if you live nearby a Nuclear Facility go take a
tour of it. I don't know about other utilities but at Virginia
Power's Surry and North Anna sites there are Visitor Information
Centers on-site and they would be more than happy to give you a
tour of the site.
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http://www.safran-arts.com/42day/history/h4jul/h4jul26.html
The Department of Energy intended to harness the machine's zippy
processing power to conduct nuclear test simulations. Though the
concept sounded as though it had been ripped from a Tom Clancy
novel (the supercomputer even came complete with a stealthy code
name, "DOE Option Blue"),
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46. Department of Energy Richland Operations Office
.... driving after dark and see an on-coming car with no
headlights ... When people try to recover returned coins, they
are stuck ... Functional Categories (DOE): Safeguards & Security , .
www.hanford.gov/rl/?page=611&parent=609
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23. Democracy Now! | The Battle for New York:
A Roundup of the RNC Protests Plans
.... go anywhere but the Westside highway, we're ending our march
on Broadway. ... tell your driver, turn on the headlights, you
want to be part of the protest. ...
www.democracynow.org/2004/8/27/the_battle_for_new_...
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CALL TO POLITICAL ACTION: 40 DAY HEADLIGHT PROTEST STARTING ...
www.freerepublic.com/focus/fr/605911/post
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77. Thousands take to the streets in protest
Mike Urban / P-I : Illuminated by the headlights of a police car,
Michael Mossberg of Seattle prays while sitting among Iraq war
protesters outside the Federal Building in downtown .
seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/113604_wpeace21.shtml
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2. George W. Bush: The Pet Goat (home video made by mother of a ...
The Bush 9/11 Split Screen Video - My Pet Goat - WTC attacks ...
it's missing the 'deer-in-the-headlights' look he gave when his
advisors told him of the .
www.videosift.com/video/George-W-Bush-The-Pet-Goat...
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19. Ghostface Killah: The Big Doe Rehab (2007): Reviews
69 Be Your Own Pet 73 Beach House 65 Natasha Bedingfield ... 77
Headlights 72 The Helio Sequence 62 Hello, Blue Roses ...
The Big Doe Rehab, is predictably entertaining, not .
www.metacritic.com/music/artists/ghostface/bigdoer...
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13. My Pet Goat - Death in the Boneyard
May 18, 2007 ... My Pet Goat - Death in the Boneyard .... Why
does her trouble with the law have to be put in an article about
her death. .
mrscake.livejournal.com/224149.html
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You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
BULLET WITH BUTTERFLY WINGS.
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http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19682
Green Sees Things in Waves
by August Kleinzahler
Anyhow, the docs are having a look,
see if they can't dream up a cocktail,
but seems our boy ate quite a pile of acid one time,
clinical, wow, enough juice for half a block?
go go go, little Greenie?blew the wiring out
from behind his headlights and now, no matter what,
can't find the knob to turn off the show.
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http://www.allenginsberg.org/library/Text/7007.pdf
Dinosaur Sinclair advertisement, glowing green?
South 9th Street lined with poplar & elm branch
spread over evening's tiny headlights?
Salina Highschool's brick darkens Gothic
over a night-lit door?
telephone-pole ghosts crossed
by roadside, dim headlights?
dark night, & giant T-bone steaks,
and in The Village Voice
New Frontier Productions present
Camp Comedy: Fairies I Have Met.
Headline language poetry, nine decades after Democratic Vistas
and the Prophecy of the Good Gray Poet
Black Magic language
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43. POETICS archives -- August 2006 (#739)
.... A Supermarket in California." -EY _____ A Book Store in
Manhattan What little warning I had of you tonight, Allen
Ginsberg, as I walked up Broadway in headlights ..
listserv.buffalo.edu/cgi-bin/wa?A2=ind0608&L=poeti
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11. Bombs Over Broadway
Broadway, going up in flames. Ground zero, big city. ... I walk
these city streets. Mile after mile of cold ... The headlights
lead the way across these asphalt-covered .
www.softcom.net/users/twolter/bombsoverbroadway.ht...
Just dream of me, however far away. And hold me in your heart
whenever you're afraid. The headlights lead the way across these
asphalt-covered dreams. As the sun begins to rise out of the
east. Another mile passes by. Another problem left behind. And
we've got something they can't deny. Another mile and our
destiny. Out there in the distance, still tomorrow calls our
name. Yesterday can't find us, when we're up around the bend.
Don't look back.
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18. GREAT FOG PILED UP CLEAR OUT TO OHIO;
Traffic Braked, Telegraph ...
The fog was so dense that a brilliant arc headlight became
invisible at a ... If he walked three or four blocks up Broadway
and turned around to look for .
query.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F20B16FA3A...
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http://weeklywire.com/ww/08-21-00/boston_books_1.html
Paris Beat
Pollock had remarked that he felt like a rabbit caught in the
headlights of an oncoming car. Miles reports that Ginsberg in
Paris was already tired of being Allen Ginsberg. The Beat Hotel
catches these men just before celebrity changed all their lives
and just after.
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27. The Latest Word
Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg, all within a year's span. While it
continues to mull over ... by in the night, and any particulars
regarding the vehicle, such as a missing headlight ...
www.umsl.edu/~thomaskp/plwordu.htm
The Pranksters themselves felt as if they were tuned into
certain paranormal frequencies
Neal's psychic powers manifested themselves in multifarious
manners; some in the form of paranormal parlor tricks, similar
to those performed by Bill Burroughs in Mexico. One such showbiz
like routine of Neal's was where he'd rattle off the serial
number of a dollar bill whenever anyone pulled one from their
pockets. Often times he'd get the entire number correct, all ten
digits. Other precognitive feats Neal consistently performed
were in the form of predicting when a person would enter a room,
what their gender and physical appearance would be, and what
type of mission they were on. On long lonely stretches of road
Neal often performed a similar feat, predicting correctly time
and again the make of the next vehicle that would pass them by
in the night, and any particulars regarding the vehicle, such as
a missing headlight, or body damage. Another peculiar
mechanization of the 'Fastestmanalive!' (as Neal was also
knighted) was his legendary tossing of the hammer, a four pound
sledge that he wielded with all the skill and authority of the
mighty Thor. Many felt that Neal's incessant hammer tossing was
some sort of holy chore, like a zen monk chanting
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http://www.mysterymag.com/yourexperiences/?page=article&subID=110&artID=243
As the fog cleared and dissipated I could see something moving
ahead in front of the car headlights. I could clearly see it was
a cowled figure like a monk that appeared to be intent on
crossing the road from right hand side to the centre reservation.
It had not seen us approaching at this stage, and had it arms
outstretched. To my horror after examining the situation I saw
that the figure was not walking like a normal human but 'gliding'
just above the road surface. I was also having trouble clearly
delineating it, because as it got to the centre line it
disappeared and reappeared again in exactly the same spot and
repeated the same action, time and time again. The ghost I would
have to say took on a clearly ethereal appearance.
As we drew closer in the car I started to worry as to whether my
friend had seen it, so I had decided to observe it and say
nothing, because I feared he would crash the car. Watching again,
I saw that it had observed us and was now aware of us, because
our headlights were illuminating it, as we drew closer to it.
Now the ghost faded completely when it got to the centre
reservation line and it stopped and turned to face us head on.
I could see that it was now transparent to semi invisible. The
headlight beams of our vehicle shone through it and I could see
the rain falling on the other side, and the road disappearing
off into the distance.
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http://www.skepticfiles.org/mys3/michinli.htm
He was quoted as saying, "My impression was that these lights
were alive... I feel that these lights are definately not
reflections from auto headlights or reflected light off of power
line insulators. I feel that there is a natural explanation to
these lights; but what?" Along with his article and
photographs, he supplied with two newspaper articles about the
light.
The standard "headlight theory" seems to fit this light but none
of the others that we have investigated.
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ww.ghosts.org/scugog/scugog.html
In the farm field at the bottom of the road, the ghost will
appear as the headlight of a motorcycle bouncing over rough
terrain. It will be moving towards you, which is to say north
and east. Suddenly, the headlight will "seem" to go out, you
will see the flash of a red tail-light, and that will be it. The
apparition comes and goes in about 60 seconds.
The headlight appears to be pure white, not unlike a standard
HMI light. It does not throw a beam, and the purity and quality
of the light seems to be unaffected by rain, snow, or fog.
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http://doors.iscool.com/lyrics/Cars_Hiss_By_My_Window.txt
Headlights through my window, shining on the wall.
Headlights through my window, shining on the wall.
Can't hear my baby, though I call and call.
Window starts to tremble with a sonic boom.
Window starts to tremble with a sonic boom. Boom!
A cold girl will kill you in a darkened room.
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http://www.eclectica.org/v1n3n4/amy_accident.html
Snowmobile Accident
Being a grownup catches me
by surprise- the unexpected
end, your liquid grave. You
you went through the ice.
That his machine
skimmed the icy stream
and that your bobbing
headlight was right behind.
But then his watery eyes
lost your beam
and maybe we should call
out the dogs. Dogs can smell
bourbon when mixed with water,
can sniff out a body
like the one bad fish
in a barrel. Your
unborn girl child
swims my salty womb
and she is suddenly
paddling quickly for shore.
She bumps edge to edge,
her boat unsettled as I plan
your funeral. That black pinstripe
is back from the cleaners?
pressed, ready. The barber
will trim your frozen beard
and we will fold your hands
calmly
left over right. If the body
is recovered soon
enough, icy waters will
not have bloated your cheeks
and the red tint
of your chilly skin
will take on a cheery
glow, will not reflect
the death I feel, this
slow, steady sinking.
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http://www.allanne.com/what-we-saw-and-what-we-did
I yelled "Hey there! Stop!" They stopped and looked at me- and I
shot. The doe I shot at dropped and started waving her legs in
the air! The baby took off running. The doe quit kicking, then I
saw one jump up and start running. At first I thought it was my
doe, and I thought "OH no! I know I got her, and she just jumped
up??" But I looked and did see the doe on the ground.
I left my stuff and went over to her. She wiggled her legs and
head a bit so I thought she was alive still, so I got out my
revolver and eared the hammer back (any Louis L'Amour
aficionados knows that's how it's done- eared back, not pulled)
and touched her eyeball with the muzzle of my rifle (yuck!). She
didn't blink, so I knew she was dead. I spun the cylinder on my
revolver (Jack Robinson, remember) until the hammer was on an
empty chamber. I went and fetched my things, then laid out what
I needed (I'm very methodical about this): knife, black tape,
gloves, and dragger thingy (a length of parachute cord with a
stick on each end). I had just finished tagging her when I saw
Joe coming down the road towards me. I waved at him, then
attacked the doe with my knife.
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.. Missing Pieces Episode 39 Archive
"Jane Doe's" battered naked body was found at the bottom of an
embankment on the ... Jane Doe's grave stated, "Jane Doe, April
1954, age .
missingpiecesshow.homestead.com/MissingPiecesEpiso
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http://www.kfouryfuneral.com/etiquette/default.htm
Unless otherwise advised by the funeral director, cars in the
funeral procession should have headlights and emergency flashing
lights on, and proceed as close to the car in front as safety
permits.
Friends and relatives are requested to sign the register book.
A person's full name should be listed e.g. "Mrs. John Doe".
Sympathy Expressions
When a person calls at the funeral home, sympathy can be
expressed by clasping hands, an embrace, or a simple statement
of condolence, such as:
"It was good to know John."
"John was a fine person and a friend of mine. He will be missed."
"John talked about you often."
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http://politics.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=07/05/07/1843232
With one database (or several interdependent databases, which is
ultimately what this system will become), if an individuals data
becomes corrupted there is no place to get evidence that the
data in the database is inaccurate. "I'm sorry, but John Doe is
dead." "I'm John Doe and I'm standing right in front of you."
"The database says John Doe is dead. You must be a criminal
trying to steal John Doe's identity." There are a lot of other
scenarios that could also happen, this is just a similar to
things that have happened to people already. The system thought
they were dead, they had to jump through hoops to prove that
they were who they said they were and that they were still alive
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http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/26/
AR2007032601994.html
The musical is "Meet John Doe," a mostly faithful adaptation of
Frank Capra's 1941 film about a media-fabricated hero who
becomes the genuine article. Treated to a slick, skillful
staging by Eric Schaeffer, the work is a rewarding platform for
a pair of talented young songwriters and a knockout of a leading
lady named Heidi Blickenstaff.
Composer Andrew Gerle and lyricist Eddie Sugarman, who also
collaborated on the show's book, conjure in this populist
musical fable a Depression-era America as desperate for a decent
public man as it is for a buck. The nation falls hard for demure
John Doe, who becomes a sensation after declaring that in
protest of the social ills besetting average Americans, he will
throw himself off the Brooklyn Bridge.
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3. obituary forum: John Doe died. No, really. That's his real name.
In the obituary for the real John Doe that ran in the AJC on
March 25, 2006, Kay wrote: For most of his 92 years, he had to
show his marriage license or his ..
obituaryforum.blogspot.com/2006/03/john-doe-died-n...
Obituary writers love to do obits for people with names to die
for.
I know I got excited years ago when I did an obit for Happy
Laffin, who had a service station called "Laffin Gas" and a wife
who went by her initials - "I.M." - so when people called her
name, they'd have to say, "I. M. Laffin."
Kay Powell hit the jackpot last week, when John Doe met his
maker during her watch at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. And
she made the most of it.
For most of his 92 years, he had to show his marriage license or
his driver's license to prove to suspicious hotel clerks and
doubting hospital personnel that he really was John Doe.
She included intriguing statistics: In Georgia, 125 John Does
have died since 1970, according to an AJC analysis of death
records on file with the state Department of Human Resources.
Those records do not indicate who died unidentified and who was
actually named John Doe.
She threw in a nifty tidbit that never would have occurred to me:
He was rarely sick, but when he did have to go to the hospital,
medical personnel were constantly dropping by his room to check
his identity in case he was a famous person seeking anonymity.
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Daily Herald - John Doe No. 2 remains focus of conspiracy theory
www.heraldextra.com/content/view/218063/
John Doe No. 2 remains focus of conspiracy theory
TIM TALLEY - The Associated Press
He was the focus of one of the largest manhunts in U.S. history,
a dark-haired, muscular man known only as John Doe No. 2.
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POET'S POSTSCRIPT
There are certain times when "freezing" might be
a good, evolutionary, defensive strategy. I would imagine
that a deer might mistake an automobile for some kind
of large animal, like a bear.
They would tend to interpret things according to what has become
familiar to them, over millions of years, on an evolutionary
scale. "Large animal" is something that they would probably
understand. "Automobile" is a little too new and too complicated.
In the mind of the deer: "Don't move- you will attract its
attention. It might think that you are attacking it. It looks
more powerful than you, and faster than you, so don't even try
to fight or outrun it. Just lie still, be inconspicuous, and
hope it will leave you alone."
Human beings love to laugh at deer or rabbits that
have such misguided, inappropriate evolutionary instincts.
Ahem. I wouldn't talk. Why shouldn't deer and rabbits laugh
at us, when we are even worse?
Our instincts are evolutionary, too. Like the U.S. government,
trying to deal with terrorism. In their minds, a terrorist
is like a large, menacing animal. Their response, in the
age-old "flight-or-fight" dilemma, is pure fight.
Maybe if we jump up and down enough, growl loud enough, and
pound a stick on the ground like a baboon, impressively enough,
we can scare all the terrorists away.
To think of diplomatically addressing any legitimate grievances
at the same time, wouldn't even occur to them. This would be
"appeasing" and encouraging them - a sign of "weakness".
It wouldn't occur to them that their opponents can see through
the iron facades that they try to erect, or that the depraved
hate and sadism displayed on either side is going to be just as
provocative to the other, as imagined signs of "weakness".
Why be honest about any past or present injustices, when
hate and hypocrisy work just as well?
For example, the media jumps all over Rev Wright, for
saying that Sept 11 reflected some "chickens coming home
to roost".
They don't care what he means by that. They don't care
if it is perfectly true. How DARE he?
Chickens to roost? I could name a few that are beyond
serious dispute by any rational mind: like our having supported
a corrupt, murderous Shah of Iran. Like a half-million people
driven from their homes and living in squalid refugee
camps ever since the end of World War II, with our
essential complicity.
The operative word is "rational" mind. This isn't
about "rational". It is about chickens, deers, bears,
baboons.
It seems like we are determined to be veritable beehives
of boom-boom activity, when destructively blasting away
on the completely counter-productive, while being frozen completely,
in other areas where action is needed, urgently.
Affairs of state will continue to be conducted by
men in business suits, but the bottom line in these
times resembles more of a cornered animal thrashing
out in all directions.
Misguided instincts rarely work out, in confrontations
between deer and automobiles. Nor will it for us.
Automobiles are too advanced and powerful for primitive
deer to hand. Nuclear technology is too advanced and
powerful for primitive human beings to handle.
It is too bad that irrationality is most likely
to carry the day, but that is only another example
of an evolutionary animal heritage that has become
inappropriate for the circumstances.
I think that I might be hitting on some of the
reasons for the "doe in the headlight" human phenomenon,
but I think that there is at least one major puzzle
piece on which I have not yet touched.
Another day, another analogy. Think about it.
What is missing?
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PARANORMAL POST-POST
I had written some "crane" poetry, coming in after the
fact of the NY crane collapse, but before the Florida collapse,
that occurred 10 days laters.
One little coincidence that I noticed while doing this week's poem,
that I hadn't previously realized, was with the "Iron Turtle"
poem of March 23. I wasn't sure why I had come up with "turtle"
as a theme, but I didn't realize that the NY crane incident was
in a section of New York called "Turtle Bay".
I had to do a search of the "Iron Turtle" poem-blog to see if it
mentioned Turtle Bay, and found that it didn't. I am sure that
I would have gone out of my way to mention it, if I had known.
When I started seeing Google hits about a crane collapse at
"Turtle Bay", I was searching to see where "Turtle Bay" was.
It is similar to the time that I wrote a poem-blog about
malfunctioning (actually, sabotaged) nuclear reactor
control rods. A malfunction occurred at LaSalle nuclear
reactor, shortly thereafter. I had to search my own poem-blog,
to realize that I had mentioned LaSalle.
A lot of what I paste, I only scan myself, not always
reading in complete detail. Sometimes I intend it to be more
skimmed than read word-for-word, but people will get more out
of it if they are paying attention and noticing little details
that are sometimes put in with loving touch.
Another time, I pasted a section of French language.
I didn't have any idea what it meant. I pasted it on faith,
sensing that it belonged, without even trying to translate it.
Sometimes after I posted it, I finally got around to trying
to translate it (with software)- sure enough, it fit the theme
of the poetry/blog quite perfectly.
ENGINEER/POET HYBRID CREATURE
Somehow, I am not surprised that the Beat Poets had their
own close encounters with the CIA world, and with the paranormal.
It is not that I have been a big fan of the Beat Poets- I have
not even read "On the Road", or more than a couple snippets of
"Howl".
My curiosity is growing, though.
There are so many know-it-alls in this world,
including scientists whose skills could be put to better use,
who seem to imagine it their duty to pooh-pooh any mention of
"paranormal".
They don't realize, if they encounter someone like myself
- I was just like them, at one time.
I had such a total "engineer" mentality, I am embarrassed
to confess, that I did not even see the value of reading
fiction books. Too many technical manuals needing to be
read, and not enough time.
After all, fiction is not real. You don't learn a skill
or any applicable knowledge, so why bother?
Someone must have plotted to put me in a Twilight Zone
episode, to deliver one of those nice, little moral messages
that the Twilight Zone often did so well.
I would have rolled my eyes at any mention of "paranormal", too.
It took years of my gasping, my wide eyes, my exclaiming,
"This is ridiculous! This is impossible!" before I finally
learned to embrace the ridiculous, as being the core nature
of reality.
Paranormal became par for the course.
It is not a fantasy. It is more like a completely unexpected,
scientific finding.
Well, I jest a bit- out of respect for science,
you need repeatability, controlled environment, peer review,
to constitute hard science. However, sometimes a person
can put as much stock in the knowledge of their own
personal experience, as they can in bona fide science.
I would welcome such things. I think that the world of
paranormal is an elusive, little bird that might not
be easily confined to the cage of scientific study, but
that does not mean that the bird isn't real or cannot fly.
I am not a priest- I would never expect anyone to accept
what I say, simply because I say it. Give it time. I expect
to overwhelm critics and skeptics, as life overwhelmed me,
with the peculiarity of reality.
INTERPRETING COINCIDENCE
I had dinner with friends, yesterday. When I arrived, they
played a joke - "Oh, it was supposed to be tomorrow".
I never really have understood this vein of humor.
If fooling someone with a completely absurd proposition,
I could see the amusement, but to "fool" someone with a
completely believable scenario? What is the point?
Where are the clever or foolish elements? Well, Never mind.
But anyway, they soon confessed to the ruse, and said
"You looked like a deer caught in the headlights."
If I had posted this poem, I would have almost assumed-
they probably read my poem, online. But I had not
posted it, yet.
It is a very common (obnoxiously common) phrase, I know.
On the other hand, I cannot recall any of my friends ever
addressing it to me, in the last 20 years.
A lot of people would say, "Oh, you probably just wouldn't
have made note of it, because at the time, it wouldn't
have meant anything to you." Many people seem to imagine
that you haven't ever heard these lines of reasoning,
before, when they are only about as trite as
"deer in the headlight".
What does the government think when someone writes a
poem about a Texas City explosion, and there is a new
explosion, in only a couple weeks?
They can't afford to assume. They wouldn't be doing
their jobs. Silly poetry, or otherwise.
I have always said, when it is possible to collect
data and make calculations, you should do so in such
situations, not gut-feel or eyeball.
I recall once a situation where an author was touting
"out-of-body" experience as something genuine, in
near-death scenarios. He listed some data a test group
of people who tried to describe their operating room,
in which they have been unconscious. Some of the group
had reported "out-of-body" experience, and some didn't.
Did the "out-of-body" group get more details, correctly?
The author presented the data, and acted as if it
proved his case that "out-of-body" experience was real.
However, he obviously didn't finish the job, and work out the
probabilities. He assumed that his collection of data was
statistically significant, but when you cranked out the
numbers, it was not.
That is an example of why you should not simply gut-feel it.
I would be quarter - actually, I would bet $100,000, if there
was some way to prove it, that there have indeed been
some serious investigations of my poetry.
They don't know it, but they will find themselves chasing
"Bigfoot". They are not being foolish, just dealing with
something outside their reality level- also a thing that they
probably could not believe in the next 10 million years, even
though they might believe in other dubious things like
life-after-death or virgin birth.
CONSIDER THE CONTEXT
I always consider coincidence as a possible explanation.
Any statistician would tell you - absolutely no matter
how wildly improbably is a coincidence, it could still be
exactly that - mere coincidence.
If some flipped a coin and got 10,000 heads in a row,
the statistician would still tell you: Yes, it MIGHT be
coincidence. But ask them, if they were forced
to give their own verdict, would that be their verdict?
They would say almost uniformly, "No, the coin is probably
rigged. That would be the better judgment to make."
If I were to evaluate a question- "Is it random that my
friend used exactly the right phrase at exactly the
right time?" - if that were the only such instance, I almost
surely would brush it off as coincidence.
However, things like this happen all the time. People
saying things that fit in with the theme-of-the-week,
whatever that theme might be, constantly in sync.
If it is not even terrible generic, like "deer in headlights",
or "doughnut", but something more unusual, like
"Potemkin incident". The same. At least, if no mere
coincidence, I would conclude simply, "Well, they must be
reading alt.poetry, etc.".
But then what, then it is something BEFORE the fact of
posting, which also happens routinely?
Once, I worked with a man, Frank Glawe, who was very
religious. I didn't really like him, for that reason,
but kept it to myself. Once, he was doodling a cross
on a blackboard.
I had a naughty fantasy of saying to him, "Frank,
do you know that there is not much difference between
THIS (drawing a cross) and THIS? (making it into a swastika).
To my amazement, he took the chalk and started to
make a swastika. This was about 30 years ago.
Once, in college, I was mad at someone - I don't remember
why. They were sleeping. I had a passing thought- just a
fantasy- about hitting them on the head with a hammer.
He woke up gasping in horror that someone hit him on
the head with a hammer.
Once, with my partner, in Provincetown, I was sleeping,
he was awake. I had a dream, and said to him "There is
something REALLY wrong with your eye. You need to go
to a doctor". The next morning, he said that his eye
started bothering him during the night, so much that
he couldn't even go out that day. Contact abrasion,
or something.
So many people, when you try to tell them about
paranormal experience, will start patronizing about
"paranoid schizophrenic. Delusion of reference.
classic case" Blah-blah. I think that these types
are shitzophenices - never knowing how full-of-it
they are.
You know the game. If you tell them a little,
they dismiss it as coincidence. If you tell them a lot,
they will start to say that it must be false memory
or lies. You can try to document everything,
prove it when possible, collect evidence- but eventually
you see that the game is a as rigged as a conversation
with a religious fundamentalist. Only one conclusion
that they will accept.
That is not what a real skeptic is.
PHASES
I expect most people will go through phases, when
I present them with a taste of paranormal through
poetry. At first, they will dismiss it as mere talk,
and coincidence.
Eventually, they will get suspicious. You must be
playing games. You must be working with someone.
Someone must be imitating what you write.
They will assume that the forces of CIA, FBI,
etc will soon get to the bottom, sweep you away,
crush you like a bug, and that will be the end
of that.
They will be puzzled when that doesn't happen.
They will think- well it needs to be brought to
someone's attention.
Check alt.politics.cia: it is all there. They are
very aware. They would never admit it, but it has
all been in their attention for at least 2 decades.
I assure you that they keep tabs on their
own newsgroups - they would not be doing their jobs,
if they neglected to do so. A lot of people there might
be cranks, but what if there were a former agent,
spilling serious beans? They cannot afford that.
Of COURSE they watch it.
I don't think that they will ever get to the bottom
of it, because there IS no bottom to it. The bottom
is a black hole in the middle of the galaxy, from
which light cannot escape. They are not sitting idle
because they are sleep, in this case. They not
restrained by law or from being nice. They know no law,
and are not principled, I assure you.
It is more like a Cold War stand-off.
Eventually, there will be an elephant in the
living room that people are trying to ignore.
I will enjoy imagining the expressions on faces,
when the dawn comes. "OMIGOD, don't tell me that
we actually have to take all this silliness seriously!
WILL IT CONTINUE?
I can't begin to detail how many odd incidents have
occurred. Many times I have wondered, will it all just
stop? Will it fade away, like the songs of pop musicians
who lose their touch with age?
However, I have wondered this many times in the past, thought
that maybe it would never happen again, and it comes back,
over decades, more potent all the time.
Even it it ended, it certainly has been a "long, strange
trip". My sense, though, is that this will continue
to a powerful conclusion that will someday burst all
over the globe, and become almost obsessive for a great
many people.
I really think that I don't say that in ego,
just matter-of-fact. It is not important to me.
My life is not about me.
My life is about the cause that I represent. That is
perhaps from where the magic comes.
To someone with an ego, like most people who run
for President, I don't think that such a concept
would even occur to them, which is probably evidence
of its truth when it is spoken.
WHAT IS A POET?
I confess, sometimes I feel like Bucky the Cat,
writing poetry.
However, I would ask Edgar Allan Poe, if I had a time machine:
"Did you ever stare at a train track, trying to make a train
go off the track, and have the train actually go off the track?"
I say that if the paranormal is real, then there
is no real poetry, if it lacks the paranormal. Conversely,
if something is really paranormal, then it is really poetry,
even if it is only Bucky the Cat or Zippy the Pinhead,
writing it.
A LITTLE BIT OF PARANORMAL FOR EVERYBODY
A little tidbit that I found:
"His new book arrives March 3. In The Sense of Being Stared At:
And Other Aspects of the Extended Mind, Sheldrake says his
surveys show that 70% to 90% of adults have sensed when they
were being looked at from behind."
I had noticed this phenomenon, but I didn't realize that it
was a phenomenon that anyone else had ever experienced, or
commented upon. I thought it was my own, original,
peculiar notion that no one over thought of, before.
It sounds like this is a fairly common experience, to which
people can relate, but I believe that it can go much
deeper and become much wilder.
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