The badger just wanted to romp and play, and he gets shot with a .45 government issue. Contact that. Identify with that. Feel that. And ask yourself. Whose life is worth more? The badger, or this evil piece of white shit?is just incredible... I'll not comment any further, cause I can't really articulate my thoughts.
The gravity of light
Regarding the kill the badger post, it's just one of those lines that have gotten stuck with me. It's not that I feel that this story in any way motivates or even relates that much to vegetarianism, but that punchline
Blammo!
I keep considering and reconsidering whether to try producing "valuable" content while blogging or to just blablabla whatever I feel like. What do you think?
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So, I had a great weekend. Did some excellent second hand shopping, purchasing a) a Hat, which reminds me partly of the hat the Edge wore in the early U2 years and partly reminds me of the amish, b) a Rug ("he told me to take any rug in the house") which is dark blueish, oriental and so soft it will be great for lying on my back and listening to bowling championships, and c) a pair of snug-fitting, great looking, tan pants, with a slight 70s look.
I also had a very holidayesque lunch on satiday, with a pint of guinness at the local Irish pub. I also bought a poker-set, so now anyone who comes around is welcome to join me for a game of Texas Hold'em.
Agreat deal of the weekend hours were spent in the dark room, developing some films and making photos. Some good, none great. It's great fun making photos, but the process is just way to slow for me. Way to much time spent on each photo, to arrive at a final result that is everything but sure. With enough £$€ I'll be going digital. Hopefully that will happend sooner rather than later, a shot of adrenaline into my slack photographic spirit.
Then sunday, drinving north to see some antique/second hand shops and just get some miles into me. And of course the Salsa course in the afternoon with the dancing. The grace of refrigerators and the emotion of mechanical puppies.
I'll try to scan the photos sometime soon.
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Oh, and yes, I also had some impulse buying of CDs: the new Nick Cave album (not impressed so far), Anna Ternheim (because she effing deserves my money), two Tom Waits albums (one of which was some sort of bootleg radio recording), and my first ever Hank Williams (so far it seems good. Very country and reminds me of Johnny Cash).
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Keep coming back for more.
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Tonight I was invited to a theatre evening, but then it got cancelled bcause of illness. Sad. I wouldve loved some culture. So instead I'm here working on some exercises for a class tomorrow.
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The girl is always busy. :-(
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Now , I might just take my acid stomach home and relax!!
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So, I had a great weekend. Did some excellent second hand shopping, purchasing a) a Hat, which reminds me partly of the hat the Edge wore in the early U2 years and partly reminds me of the amish, b) a Rug ("he told me to take any rug in the house") which is dark blueish, oriental and so soft it will be great for lying on my back and listening to bowling championships, and c) a pair of snug-fitting, great looking, tan pants, with a slight 70s look.
I also had a very holidayesque lunch on satiday, with a pint of guinness at the local Irish pub. I also bought a poker-set, so now anyone who comes around is welcome to join me for a game of Texas Hold'em.
Agreat deal of the weekend hours were spent in the dark room, developing some films and making photos. Some good, none great. It's great fun making photos, but the process is just way to slow for me. Way to much time spent on each photo, to arrive at a final result that is everything but sure. With enough £$€ I'll be going digital. Hopefully that will happend sooner rather than later, a shot of adrenaline into my slack photographic spirit.
Then sunday, drinving north to see some antique/second hand shops and just get some miles into me. And of course the Salsa course in the afternoon with the dancing. The grace of refrigerators and the emotion of mechanical puppies.
I'll try to scan the photos sometime soon.
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Oh, and yes, I also had some impulse buying of CDs: the new Nick Cave album (not impressed so far), Anna Ternheim (because she effing deserves my money), two Tom Waits albums (one of which was some sort of bootleg radio recording), and my first ever Hank Williams (so far it seems good. Very country and reminds me of Johnny Cash).
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Keep coming back for more.
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Tonight I was invited to a theatre evening, but then it got cancelled bcause of illness. Sad. I wouldve loved some culture. So instead I'm here working on some exercises for a class tomorrow.
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The girl is always busy. :-(
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Now , I might just take my acid stomach home and relax!!
Another bedtime story for the wicked
Kill The Badger - By Willam S Burroughs
At Los Alamos Ranch School, where they later made the atom bomb and couldn’t wait to drop it on the Yellow Peril, the boys are sitting on logs and rocks, eating some sort of food. There is a stream at the end of a slope. The counsellor was a Southerner with a politician’s look about him. He told us stories by the campfire, culled from the racist garbage of the insidious Sax Rohmer - East is evil, West is good.
Suddenly a badger erupts among the boys - don’t know why he did it, just playful, friendly and inexperienced like the Aztec Indians who brought fruit down to the Spanish and got their hands cut off. So the counsellor rushes for his saddlebag and gets out his 1911 Colt .45 auto and starts blasting at the badger, missing it with every shot at six feet. Finally he puts his gun three inches from the badger’s side and shoots. This time the badger rolls down the slope unto the stream. I can see the stricken animal, the sad shrinking face, rolling down the slope, bleeding, dying.
-"You see an animal you kill it don’t you? It might have bitten one of the boys."
The badger just wanted to romp and play, and he gets shot with a .45 government issue. Contact that. Identify with that. Feel that. And ask yourself. Whose life is worth more? The badger, or this evil piece of white shit?
As Brian Gysin once said: Man is a bad animal
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