Sunday, January 09, 2011
Saturday, July 24, 2010
A million lives as a silkworm

Saturday, June 13, 2009
Who is Yano Solong?

Now that these blog posts are appearing on my Twitter and (shudder) other social networks, some people may be asking themselves, Just who is this Yano Solong? I'd like to draw back the curtain and invite you inside my wunderkammer:
A rebel hero. A wanderer of the psyche. A self-aware fictional character, Yano Solong is the son of Han Solo and the grandson of a French anti-hero named Lone Sloane, created by a young author to serve as his avatar in an autobiographical space opera, set in an armada of corporate warships known as the Nova Consortium, on the anarchic fringes of which Yano S. was the pilot of a small mailroom freighter. Along with his co-author, androidized clerk Douglas Reich, Yano conducted raids against the fleet of Fleet Commander Bill van Fleet and thwarted the flamboyant dealings of Darth Scarf, Sith lord and relentless windbag. After rescuing Reich from the clutches of the supercomputer Nova1 Sonomi, Yano and Douglas escaped to the desert resort city of Safern on the planet Shenker 4, where they lost track of each other. It was some time before the young Yano, finding himself living in the Imperial Capital, reforged an old bond with the illustrious Dr. Lance Cardigan, elective prosthetics expert, and the two set to work building an engine of knowledge and discovery known as the Science Patrol.
It was during this time that Yano increasingly became this author's online pseudonym for all explorations of science fact and fiction, the building of new realities, and the study of ancient and dying arts. Now working as a freelance reality builder, learning the trade of harnessing lightning, Yano continues to tinker in his workshop on the structure of time and space itself.
By the way, most of the original stories of Yano Solong and Douglas Reich have been lost, but the legends remain, and may be set down on paper again sometime in the future. Continue to follow his adventures through all three venues:
Science Patrol
The Voyages of Yano Solong
Yano Solong's Twitter Feed
So long,
Yano
How Realities Are Created
It's a common idea in video-game theory that we are seeing the birth of an entirely new art-form, something that has never been seen before, and that many people will soon go flying off into the future of virtual worlds. It's an even commoner idea in antique ways of thinking that this is a horrible proposition and we should destroy the machines before they destroy us.
the truth is neither as dramatic or as mundane as all that. actually, i believe video games are the future in a field of study that's older than history: the quest to mediate reality.
Neurologically, all our knowledge of the world around us is mediated--transformed by our sensory apparatus into something the brain can process. this interface of your senses with your brain is the original set of virtual-reality goggles, a fully immersive interface that displays data to you that most of us usually assume to be "reality." It is, in fact, mediated reality, which is very different. it is, to put it bluntly, a bubble, constructed around the Self, through which nothing can pass before being transformed so our brain can digest it. It is a tiny world that only exists for one person, and these worlds can vary infinitely.
So, right from the start, we understand that all reality is constructed, and that we use a meat machine to interact with the squishy stuff, and that different worlds exist, different head-spaces created by this tendency of our mind to create a world around us. Each brain inside his own environment, whether it's a jungle, a hovel, or a grand central station of ideas. The point is not that each of us has our own---we all have hundreds. Thousands. (Try to have even more.)
So the idea of creating our own realities that exist independent of the four-dimensional universe, that exist alongside our own, in thoughts, dreams, stories, plays, music, movies, or lines of code, well, that's something our people have been working on since the very beginning. the cave paintings at Lascaux were the original Disneyland ride, the first movie. The Philip K. Dick head is one of the most advanced. These arts are called media because they insert another layer of translation onto the world, interpret reality and tell their own story. The ancient jewish mystics would descend into a cave whose walls gave off a vapor that delivered psychedelic revelations of the One True God. They emerged and wrote the Scriptures which are still studied today as glimmerings of "unmediated truth"--while the medium actually exists right underneath the ground. This is what books are--a translation of a previously experienced mental state, which may or may not create another instance of the author's thought, or a new shard of his thought which has a completely different effect on someone else.
in any case, mediation is our first tool, the equivalent of our first joystick or NES controller, movie projector and personal musical singing theater, the thing we grab to make sense of and take part in the world. Making video games is not only natural, it's necessary to move forward the Human Experiment, the quest to interact with all existence in a way that's meaningful and pleasurable for all parties.
and this idea of strapping goggles on your head and using a wired-up glove or a Wii-mote to grab things and move ideas around inside your headspace, well, to me it's the natural extension of what we've done so far. I will become a cyborg, because we have always been cyborgs. Weld the keyboard finger- and wrist-bones into my hands, and the analog rotary servocontrollers into my thumb joints, and make me whole.
In future explorations of CREATING REALITIES, I'll delve further into old and new realities I have loved, and look at how all kinds of different realities can talk with each other.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Creating Realities

I'm trying to bring together three or four thoughts at once here, so let's just say this is a light jaunt through the nature of reality as a growing accretion of simulacra, and an attempt to find the true meaning behind mediated reality. I learned in philsophy that there is no unmediated reality, and so the question I would like to ask you is, who or what is mediating the particular reality you find yourself in?
I sent out an email link to some friends this week, in which the author asserts that President Obama has stopped using the word "we" in his speeches and has begun to use the word "I" to begin sentences, assert his will, and claim dominion of various parts of the govenrment apparatus. Not to make too much of a fuss about an email, or besmirch my rogues' gallery, but the response was briefly "meh..." The point I was trying to make was not, Oh dear, look at the language on this guy, but that language shapes our reality, and even the substitution of a single-syllable word can serve as the fulcrum upon which our world turns. Furthermore, there is every reason to analyze and attempt to triangulate the purpose of everything Obama says, because as with any political figure, his words and actions have a very unique set of motivations that bear looking at. Reality is not as it appears, but it is changing in very specific ways, and only by observing the changes can we attempt to decode what is actually happening beneath our perception of things.
This week I am reading Halting State, a novel by Charles Stross, in which the world has become hooked into the ubiquitous Internet, served on high-res displays inside eyeglasses and mediated by phones, which in 2017 are the primary components of worldwide distributed networks. Much of the populace are engaged in several layers of augmnented reality at any given time, including massively persistent worlds thast exist in parallel with our own. One of the three protagonists enters a gaming convention and instantiates all his realities at once, superimposed on each other, and views goblins conversing with spacemen and secret agents dickering with Cthulan horrors. In this reality, the banks which control in-game possessions and harness liquidity are managed by real-life financial concerns, and a heist of in-game loot constitutes a very serious threat of economic stability. Clearly, this world is only a few steps beyond our own in terms of its commitment to artifical worlds, and we are rapidly heading in that direction. Another protagonist, a police detective, lives with her glasses projecting CopSpace on top of her daily world: floating beacons, indications of crimes in progress, threat analysis, and constant communication between members of the force. These are realities that are being constructed even now, as Great Britain last year claimed to have created the world's first technological panopticon. (I am still looking for a link on this story.)
The next thing that piqued my interest came just an hour ago, in the form of an essay I've been looking for for some time. Titled How to Build a Universe That Doesn't Fall Apart Two Days Later, by Philip K. Dick, he begins by talking about the craft of writing but then widens his scope to the creation of the universe by God, whose mind may be synonymous with the universe itself. He reaches this territory by telling the story of writing "Flow My Tears the Policeman Said," which was recounted by Richard Linklater in Waking Life. It's a fascinating story, and like Linklater I don't know if he reached the final, unmediated conclusion, but I think it's something everyone has to experience it themselves. It goes into the realms of synchronicity, and if you've ever spent any time thinking about 11:11, the numbers 42, 5, 23, or the shamanic journey, you'll recognize the gist of the idea at once. Everything is now. All this has happened before, and it will all happen again. All of us travel inside God's channel. As I said to Berman last week,
"Reality is thermoplastic."
While I was composing this article, the words "Quantum Jumping: Traveling Alternate Realities" came up in Google Ads. I'm also hoping that one of these guys has something to say on the subject. In the meantime, I'm always looking for suggestions on which world to visit next.
some people i would like to meet

Of all the people listed as guests for Jon Favreau's Dinner for Five, there are very, very few that I wouldn't love to sit down and have a meal with. I have only seen the Stan Lee/Kevin Smith/Jason Lee/Mark Hamill/JJ Abrams episode, so I need to get cracking. Luckily, they are available on Netflix Watch Now and tv.com.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Pandora: Not Just Crappy Radio

I've been thinking about this unit since I saw it this morning; theoretically it will allow emulation of any videogame system and open-source homebrew of limitless types, will run Firefox 3 over a Bluetooth connection to your phone with data plan, and generally provide a PC in your pocket, in a basically DS-size case.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Liberty City Diaries--Day 12
in any case, this is not a work i always enjoy doing--it's grisly stuff, but when men are shooting at me, and they are standing in the way of my objective, i do what needs doing, and i reach the objective and i take the cash.
i must confess, though, that in all my years of work i have attained the pleasure of doing my job well. when i am in the heat of fire, there is nothing like setting your sights on your opponent and then popping him in the head once, ending him.
today i was told to kill a man who operates out of a high-rise housing project in east harlem. he is distributing drugs in the community, running prostitutes, you name it. i don't care. he is the target. the highrise is filled with young men with guns, all shooting at me; i search them out, one by one, and execute them all. Finally, as i creep up the stairs, i see him with his back turned to me, and i fire four or five rounds into his back, almost taking him down. I could have, if i had aimed carefully. In any case, i climbed up the last set of stairs after him. he hid behind a wall until i came close and then he came out,unarmed. he asked me not to kill him. fuck you, i thought, i almost died back there. i took aim at him, but i listened to him plea. i heard him tell me he would change, reform, i don't remember at all. something about a GED.
i stood there and i moved my gunsights to his forehead. fuck you, i thought, for making me come all the way up here. and i thought, here comes the pink mist, and then realized i had no desire to do this.
i sorta wanted to see if he would get his GED. but i also felt that i wouldn't see him again. it didn't matter. i had made the pink mist enough times back home--never mind that, i was still making it every day--but i had the choice not to shoot this guy, this dumbass prick. and also, in the words of Bunny Colvin (Brucie has downloaded all five seasons of the wire) "fuck the bosses." let's see what happens to the little guy.
as i walked away, i wasn't proud of myself, but i thought that at least i wouldn't have that memory to deal with. i have enough on my plate already. to start with, i am on the roof of an East Harlem housing project with cops closing in on me....
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
the best creations can be as mistake. like the word "curcle." yes my mind is doing that, circling and curdling and curling in on itself. that;s called being a reality architect. it's all about the little dirifit off thrift off pieces of your frantic sbriccling. that's what people will adore the most, you may see. in any case, the only thing you can do, is do it. the definition of bloggingL you bring it to the page.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Happiness is a Hangover
In any case, the anguish within my soul, the harrowing search for Advil at 4 am, the cottonmouth, these are all well-documented, the lingering traces of a vaguely-remembered good time that was allegedly had by all.
In other news, the threatened strike of subway workers resulting in the complete shutdown of metropolitan NY has been postponed. If you have been following this issue in your local newspapers (who am I kidding), you will know that originally, the strike was scheduled to start at midnight last night, forcing 10 million New Yorkers to find alternate ways to get to work. Instead, there has been a temporary ceasefire, and union authorities now say they will slowly shut down all service beginning tonight and lock down all train lines until Tuesday. According to Alicia, this is "sneaky but brilliant," shutting down the entire city on the last big shopping weekend before Christmas. According to me, the fucking MTA can die, die, die.
In the meantime, please enjoy these complimentary links.
The Zen of Iraq - fafblog! Zen! mock bush!
musicmap - I haven't fully explored the possibilities here, but I like what I'm seeing. Like six degrees of separation in the music world with a killer interface.
Cute Overload - just what it says.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
just a quick thought before bed
it;s my city
- by Charles Bucke (1781-1846):
- Ruins of ancient cities: With general and particular accounts of their rise, fall, and present condition
- On the life, writings, and genius of Akenside: With some account of his friends
- On the beauties, harmonies, and sublimities of nature: With occasional remarks on the laws, customs, manners, and opinions of various nations : in four volumes
- The Italians;: Or the fatal accusation; a tragedy. With a preface; containing the correspondence of the author with the committee of Drury Land Theatre, P. Moore, and Mr. Kean
- Amusements in retirement, or, The influence of science, literature, and the liberal arts, on the manners and happiness of private life
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Surprisingly, the federal government seems to agree with me: they have required that banks develop "two-factor" security systems by Q4 2006. The system banks use now is one-factor: to access your account, simply enter your self-created password or PIN. Two-factor requires independent verification through a redundant system. The most reliable ideas are biometrics and constantly refreshing passwords like those provided by a VPN SecureID. Of the two, I think biometrics should eventually become the verification of choice, but obviously we're a ways out from seeing that happen--technology like fingerprint readers or retina scanners would have to become standard equipment on any computer used to access a bank account. Nevertheless I suppose even this method could be hacked.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Selections from the New Yorker this week
the recombinant city. noncoded DNA, reservoirs of language tissue, left turned on or off like lightswitches in corridors of genes.
a game plan. a unifed vision of the future as represented by liberal ideals. a 'contract with america' of sorts.
a deprivatory chamber, hypoxico, which creates walking-in-the-clouds syndrome, the feeling of light-headedness usually reserved for the lofty.
Peter Viereck, the founder of modern conservatism (piece not available online), a man who felt that its strength lay in being almost identical to American liberalism.
unexpressed desires, the secret code lay within, unexpectedly laid bare: it was there all along. the hidden potential of reality to recreate itself. the motions of growth, a leaf from a tree, ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny.
Monday, October 03, 2005
it's difficult to concentrate on one project sometimes
So...just ignore anything you may see before this entry. It's all over two years old at this point. You can look at my Livejournal if you want to see anything I've written since then. Until now. Up to a few months ago, LJ was my home, but since then I've ventured outside that enclave, seen a lot of new stuff like real RSS and Atom and Ajax and APIs. Stuff I never thought about before. Now I try to read Slashdot and kottke and I furrow my brow and I look like a big sweetie. I don't really know what's being discussed a lot of the time--I'm a stranger in a strange land. But I find that it's really not enough just to be into books and fantasy and film and adventure. There are plenty of other factors to take into consideration, like true love and friends and science, discernment, sexual experiementation, bifurcation and more. Part of that is my experience with psychedelics, and the city, and life. But more importantly, this growth is a part of me, innate characteristics expressed, a few lines of the program designed to innovate, explore, and discover something new and unexpected, a vibrant juxtaposition, a creature of joy and actual transcendence. So part of that is this transformation into the Other, a digital transformation. To Be Continued.Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Update: The Cost Of War in Iraq
A grenade attack killed a U.S. soldier in Iraq Wednesday, bringing the total combat deaths to 147, equaling the total in the 1991 Gulf War.
The Pentagon said military expenses for the war and its aftermath have cost the United States $48 billion to date, with a monthly price tag over the next couple of months estimated at more than $3.9 billion.
The Big Board
July 15, 2003
Casualties: 147
Cost: $48,000,000,000
Goals Accomplished
Saddam Hussein's Status: Unknown
WMD Locations: Unknown
Iraqi Independence: Unknown
Estimated Time of American Departure: Fucking Unknown
Sunday, July 13, 2003
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Friday, June 06, 2003
Thursday, June 05, 2003
one of the saddest things i've ever read. am i an alarmist? people who say i am an extremist can go jump in a cesspool. that's what the human race has created. 6 billion people and what has the human race become? bipedal swine. endless ravagers of all things good and plentiful. wastrels who cloak themselves in hypocrisy.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?Don't fault me for my insanely cheesy children's TV spinoff. Bandai Entertainment has dearly paid for their chicanery. I serve no master in my battle to rid the world of poorly-conceived marketing tie-ins. I AM MEGAZORD!!! KAPOW!!
Friday, May 30, 2003
In the battle over how many troops are needed to keep the peace in Iraq, one thing is clear: Republicans are just as guilty of wearing rose-colored glasses as we are, the"give peace a chance" granola-eating anarchist segment of the population. How else to explain the administration's grossly underestimated figures? Rumsfeld dismisses the notion of "hundreds of thousands" of troops as "inaccurate." There are now 160,000 troops in Iraq, and most analysts say we need more. How much closer can you get to "hundreds of thousands" and still be inaccurate?
In addition, Wolfowitz of Arabia said the Iraqis would welcome us with open arms. Maybe that was true on CNN for about five minutes, but I think the Iraqi people's goodwill has probably run out, after being invaded, bombed and desecrated in the name of "liberation." And he was positive that other countries, including France, would be glad to help recontruct and police Iraq. Well, guess what? Apart from our "new Europe" friends, we don't really have any other volunteers, and we really don't want any. And we're pretty sure we don't want the U.N. stepping in to help us.
So, America, who is going to foot the bil but us? Maybe everyone who derided us as unpatriotic should consider volunteering.
What's up with "old Europe" anyway? Why can't they get with the program?
But seriously, folks, the terms are as useless as could be. It's like, anyone who disagrees with us is "old" Europe, and anyone who agrees is "new." Who made Bush the King of Europe, anyway?
I guess Karl Rove did.
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Now here's a "most wanted" card deck i'd be proud to carry in my pocket. Includes Henry Kissinger as the Queen of Hearts, Dick Cheney as his King, and of course, Dubyah as the Joker.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
The Pentagon's own inspector general recently admitted that the department could not account for more than a trillion dollars of past spending. A congressional investigation reported that inventory management in the army was so weak it had lost track of 56 airplanes, 32 tanks, and 36 missile launchers.
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Some words of encouragement for all the peaceniks and activists of all stripes.
"I've heard terrorism described as anything that is violent or has an economic impact, and shutting down a port certainly would have some economic impact. Terrorism isn't just bombs going off and killing people."
Monday, May 19, 2003
It was Herman Goering, that old Nazi, who said, "People can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders.… All you have to do is tell them they're being attacked and denounce the pacifists for a lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country."
Monday, May 12, 2003
Saturday, May 10, 2003
I wonder if this is verifiable. It reads like the kind of thing that was written after the fact; but it is a good story, nonetheless.
Friday, May 09, 2003
Thursday, April 17, 2003
In recent months, a lot of pompous windbags have made statements to the effect that actors shouldn't be allowed to make political statements; that their handlers should restrain them, preventing them from commenting on anything except their upcoming new releases.
Which leads me to question: Who, exactly, is to be allowed to discuss these issues? Apparently, no one, for anyone who opposes American militarism must be anti-American. All these people should have their mouths gagged with duct tape and plastic sheeting, so that their poisonous views won't be exposed to the fertile soil of American gullibility.
TIm Robbins' speech to the Press Club is a breath of fresh air in these times.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Monday, April 14, 2003
Friday, April 11, 2003
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
I'm willing to bet the Administration is passing out cigars today to commemorate the birth of the American Police State. Oh, sure, we've been heralding its arrival for months now, and many were sure that it was already taking its first steps--but today, we celebrate its full-blown brilliance. Through good ol' American gumption, us straight-shootin', hard-workin' folk have toppled our most dangerous enemy--or was it one of our best clients? Ask Rumsfeld what Saddam did that caused us to suddenly turn our backs on him after fifteen years of steadfast support. After all, we gave him the gas he used on his own people--and this is how we repay him?
Hey, Saddam--relax. Have a cigar.
The mood in America today is largely jubilant. Many Americans undoubtedly see the war as basically over; the occupation is merely a hazy formality. But in order to truly gauge the war's success, we must gauge the minds of Arabs, not only Iraqis but others who think of Iraq not as marks on a map, but their next-door neighbor, a country with many elaborate issues raging within. Many Iraqis fought under the banner of Saddam not because they supported him, but because they love their country. Thus, their war against America has not ended; in fact, I think it has only begun, as an occupying force is very different from an invading one. Perhaps many Iraqis are celebrating now, but I do not think they will be as pleased with American hospitality in six months. Time will tell....
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
this link was actually featured on the blogspot banner at the top of this page. i guess that means that blogspot is monitoring my blogging preferences, much like the u.s. government does with "terrorists."
Monday, April 07, 2003
This is the blueprint for the unilateralist American Empire that Rumsfeld and Wolfowitz are rapidly installing.
Thursday, April 03, 2003
One of the most truthful and cogent analyses of the war I've read.
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
There's no excuse for our government's current snowjob of epic proportions. This regime is inhuman and ungodly, and I'm talking about the Bush league here. It's astonishing that anyone believes the shit they broadcast--but it's also completely expected.
In short, the human race is more fucked than ever.
Monday, March 31, 2003
Friday, March 21, 2003
---!!!srini, on unamerican
this was the first anarchist website i ever found, several years ago. later i heard about crimeth.inc and i began to realize there really are other people like me who are fed up with the whole fucking matza ball. let's destroy what needs destroying and build a new world in its place....
This deck little site translates any URL's content into poetry magnets. Just replace "www.everything2.com" with whatever URL you want to play with.
fireland has the rawkest content on the ether. josh is the punchiest of the newmedia magnates.
Thursday, March 20, 2003
The vivacious Arianna Huffington follows the money in Iraq.
I have to confess I'm a staunch supporter of Bush's detractors. He is easily the worst leader this country has ever had--making Nixon look stellar and Ford like a Rhodes scholar.
Monday, March 17, 2003
Friday, March 14, 2003
Well, it's about fuckin' time. Some conservatives have finally awoken to the fact that THEIR civil liberties may be in jeopardy--not just the poor, minorities, and non-Americans, but true-blue Americans like themselves. According to Michael Hammond, a consultant with Gun Owners of America, "All of a sudden it became apparent that a lot of people could be made noncitizens," he said. "We're very concerned about that. The whole thing is Orwellian."
The creation of the Fourth Reich continues, as Virginia Tech's governing board votes to end affirmative action and non-discriminatory policies. One faculty member says: "I think we need to start reading the history of the 1930s,” and likens the decision to actions in pre-World War II Germany.
Did I say Americans weren't willing to voice unpopular opinions? Ted Rall actually compares our country's current predicament to Germany in the 1930s, a comparison I don't think you'll see explicated on CNN.
These days I have a growing respect for people who dare to oppose the hawks in Washington. Sensible voices inside the U.S. are becoming harder and harder to hear, but outside the States, the cries are mounting rapidly. Why won't Americans consider the views of people in other countries? Chalk it up to our steadfast arrogance and selfishness.
The director of City of God discusses five films which influence his work. (If you haven't seen it yet, City of God is probably the best crime drama I have ever seen, a searing portrayal of life in the slums if Rio de Janeiro.)
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Friday, February 28, 2003
Dave Koehler rips apart the administration's arguments for war. Required Reading for all American citizens. WE ARE BEING LIED TO.
This is the most important comic series ever, not only an innovative look at the superhero genre but also a dystopian vision of a political machine bent on everlasting war--an important message for our times. Read this book--it may change your opinion of comic books.
This is one of the best film adaptations of any novel, accurately portraying the paranoia and horror of an Oceania ruled by Big Brother's iron fist--a vision being played out on our streets of America. The primary difference being, that Americans are mobilizing against the Bush regime--the proles are on the march. See this movie, not only because it is great, but because it can happen to us--it is already happening to us.
Since its publication, 1984 has been a world classic, considered by many an all-too-probable picture of the world of the future. Now, with Bush's government restricting civil liberties and waging an endless war on terrorism, as well as on Iraq, Orwell's vision is fast becoming our reality. Every American citizen must read this book--in Bush's America, knowledge of terms like "doublethink" and "thoughtcrime" is essential in understanding our political situation. KNOWLEDGE IS POWER.
A therapist weighs in on Bush's psyche and his quest to rid the world of "evildoers."
...Strong opposition to a war in Iraq, evidenced by millions of marchers and hundreds of thousands of callers, faces an extraordinarily unreceptive audience in Washington...
Thursday, February 27, 2003
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
One of those sites which I stumbled upon and which I know I'll visit regularly. General revolutionary needs.
Apparently, sea lions have no humanitarian concerns about the U.S.'s war with Iraq. I wonder why....
Farewell to a groundbreaking scientific project, as well as a superb photographer. Pioneer 10 provided us with our first quality images of Jupiter's surface, along with many other important discoveries. Though Pioneer will probably never be heard from again, with luck, it will reach Aldebaran in two million years. It will be remembered with fondness.
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
More voices of reason, this time American veterans of the armed forces. Can the bandwagon get any more loaded with reasonable people who will be ignored by the government?
Here's where you can send your free fax as part of the Virtual March on Washington tomorrow. It's also a great activism site started by Ben Cohen of Ben&Jerry's. Please sign up to send a free fax to your Senators tomorrow, telling them to let the inspections work.
Monday, February 24, 2003
i can already see my hopes for this Presidential candidate disintegrating like a hellbound snowball. But i'll vote for him anyway.
The first truly significant node I've seen on e2, this is a sobering read.
The beautiful Arianna Huffington puts it all on the line. Don't we have enough leads to begin some sort of investigation on this White House? Not when they have more money than God for hush money.
The voices against war continue to pour in. Mandela, Carter, King: will the "president" heed their words? I guess if 6-10 million voices don't matter, three or four great statesmen don't either.

