words, words, words

Finally we had some surf. It has been either small or windy for a couple of weeks but this weekend it has started working again.

I surfed Ponto today and caught a couple of good waves.

Tom Ridge said this morning:

“I can confirm that we have seen for the past several weeks a continuous stream of reporting that talks about the possibility of attacks on the United States,” he said, “but not unlike what we’ve seen for the past several years.”

So why is this news?

Another ploy, this one on the heels of W’s speech about Iraq, to remind us of the other war we are fighting and divert public opinion away from the war in Iraq. So if nothing happens this summer, then W goes from zero to hero.

Gotta keep that fear up.

For some reason there are crows everywhere.

One woke me up this morning with it’s squawking.

And there was a murder of crows flying around the office building where I am working, chasing each other and making a ruckus.

Weird.

Actually they could be ravens, I don’t really know my birds. “Nevermore!”

An aeon ago, back in 2002 or so, I was watching CSPAN BookNotes And Bill Frist, Senate Majority Leader, M.D. and General Dodgy Geezer was on talking about his book, When Every Moment Counts: What You Need to Know About Bioterrorism from the Senate’s Only Doctor. I remember thinking then, that this guy is a total con artist. Aside from looking like someone you shouldn’t trust, and sounding like he was dishonest, he was pandering to the our fears of bio-terrorism to sell books.

Then I read the Hippocratic oath.

Now Bill, fear mongering doesn’t fall under its aegis.

It is unhealthy to make people paranoid.

Also, from the picture that my friend Shari sent me, it looks like W has fallen off the wagon, onto his face.

Yes. More sushi.

No waves this weekend.

It is flat, like the Gulf of Mexico.

It seems like Mel wanted to out-Braveheart… well… Braveheart.

However, in Braveheart, the end, where the guy is totured to death is left to your imagination.

In “The Passion” he puts it in your face.

The part with the cat o’ nine tails sticking in JC’s flesh. Come on now… That’s just stupid.

First, there is no historical basis for that.

Secondly, the most effective fimlmaking is not showing some things. I.E. the torture scene in Braveheart. The shower scene in Psycho.

It is basically a and he was just trying to gross you out.

For example, he could have used the Kuleshov Effect. A basic part of filmmaking that uses the viewers intution to make assumptions about the actions in the film.

That tearing flesh buisness was just to be a provocateur.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all convictions, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Here is an interesting article.

I just went surfing. The waves were good but really inconsistent and getting smaller by the minute.

Then I got a carnitas burrito, from the un-friendliest burrito store employee in the universe. She works at Juanitas, in Encinitas, and I am going to make her love me if it kills me. (Juanitas has great carnitas burritos, by the way. Although I can feel myself getting fatter.)

I feel a bit funky today.

I was standing at the Sorrento Valley train station, with the fighter jets and helicopters constantly flying overhead. Their racket seemed to punctuate the article that I was reading by Seymour M. Hersh. The article,

The Gray Zone, describes some allegedly covert ops that occurring in Iraq. The mission is culpable for creating the lunatics perpetrating the Abu Ghraib fiasco.

Of course the song “Life in a Glass House”, by Radiohead, seemed to be a fitting soundtrack for that moment in my life.

What kind of sick bastard would “sick” a dog on someone who is shackled? I guess the same demented child that twisted the heads off of live animals.

Bravo to Joseph Darby for tipping off the authorities.

The waves are small today, but at least they are badly shaped, as well.

No surfing today, maybe tomorrow…