Monday, September 29, 2003

"America needs perestroika"

Gorbachev is speaking outside my window. Right now.

Thursday, September 25, 2003

sysiphus (sp?) pulled one over on the gods. sysiphus loved rolling his boundler up his hill--in his punishment he wedded his boulder and hill until the end of his days. he alone pushed his boulder, and he alone climbed his hill--so he could love them without limit, on all scales. After a few years, he could map the anthills between his toes. Dwarfed by these enormous realities, the top itself faded into a vague and irrelevant illusion.

Thursday, September 11, 2003

Right in the middle of round 2 of RIAA Smackdown 2003, a new character enters the ring.
EarthStation5, a new p2p service that aims on hiding file sharers and their activities, has declared itself at war on the entertainment industry. This is what Slate has to say about them.

It uses a mesh of proxy servers, encrypted data, and other identity-hiding tricks to keep copyright owners from tracking who's downloading what

But that's not nearly as amazing as what they have to say about themselves:

Our group is made up of many people, Jordanians, Palestinians, Indians, Americans, Russians and Israelis. Some of us are Jewish, some Christians, some Hindus and other of us are Muslim.

Believe it or not, we all love and respect each other.

We all work and play together. Our families on many occasions eat at the same dinner table. We trust each other and are very close friends with each other. As a group, the most important thing in our life is our children, our families and love ones and of course our friends.

Where is this multi-faith p2p operation based out of? Their address points mail to
"Gaza Gaza, Palestine"

Monday, September 01, 2003

Wow. I haven't posted in quite a long time, so I'm going to put out some notes and chronologies into this book of days, so that on some rainy night later in my kingship, I might look back and reward some past moment with great honor. August I went home, to engage in some bipolar writhings. Daytime, I followed email trails around the globe until they met their own tails--finding many of my searches headless, I often lost my own. Frustration, confusion, sadness. And then in the evenings out with friends, great friends from days of old, working out with Jamie, sitting around various suburban grottos with DanJoshJoshBitaJuliaTamarStacey, conquering Bally's and Billy Goat with Johnny, oh goodness it was sweet. Full and sweet. But the pace was much still my yearlong pace, of frenetic doing and doing. So I resolved a week apart. I covered all the pots, turned all the burners off, took off my chef's hat and smattered apron, and drove north. and north. traveling with me in the passenger seat, my plywood lover from the 1940's, who was teaching me to bring deep beautiful tones from her lips. loon lake with parents. floating about, wandering around the large 6-bedroom plant my parents have been watering for some time now, kayaking around, deepsipping crisp air with chest out, watching stars that sand the kippa of the sky.
Then back into the car with my curvacious companion. East! Through the green rollings of Vermont and the White mountains of New Hampshire, cutting straight the axis of Maine, sharp to the edge of the earth, where it scattered itself into pieces at mount desert island, at Bar Harbor. Days filled with non-sexual group intimacies, rolling around all the soft places of Sasha's house, venturing an hour out to sea with newfriend Jamie on his motor boat, to an island far adrift with great views, quiet forests, and freezingfresh water, clear to brighten the brilliant rocks and seathings, which pecked at my feat like the tadpoles in loon lake. shabbat and then midnight run south. a caravan with ariela and me and the plywood lover in the camry, and lucas and sasha and elishabeth in lucas's big white van. back south refreshed. ready. ready not to know. ready not to have things figured out. Ready to love my journeys, even when they split at me. ready. and now i'm back.
ready to embarrass myself shamelessly (orchestra audition today) and ready to commit and uncommit myself boldly. ready to love without reserve.