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Sep 26 2007
American Gods Part II
Part One was easy, I merely transcribed a dream I had, true to detail. This was going to be an attempt to continue the story in what would be a normal (or as normal as any story about one of the Gods could be) sequence of following events.
As I was writing this, how things happened surprised even me. Who knew? Certainly not this author. Less cosmic than the last, but it had to be in light of our surroundings, I guess. Or perhaps, the stories of the Gods must always include the Gods as men.
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In fact that may be all I still have of you, that cherished memory. Perhaps it is all that ever was.
But my story must come before it fades, the record of what didn’t happen must be told, as with every God, a record must be made.
You knew that. The airport incident that never was, and utterly has never spoken of since, in my recollection, has already been told. I cannot trust my own mind now, for if we spoke of it, you kindly erased it, or perhaps my psyche has filtered what it allows me. For there are some things mortals should not gleam into too closely.
Sep 26 2007
OPOL (not quite an Essay)
I just responded in a a thread to one of your detractors.
I find nothing “RADICAL” about OPOL (1.00 / 1)
He is just a run of the mill 60’s nostalgist spouting cliche talking points and dated iconography.
Maybe he would have been radical 40 years ago.
by: Dharmando @ Tue Sep 25, 2007 at 10:34:18 AM PDT********************************************************
I call Bullshit. (4.00 / 1)
I may have butted heads with him about one thing, but the man believes what he says, and actual IDEALS don’t change with time.
If more people had not sold out & laughed at it as you have done, the world would be a better place.
OPOL cares about the world. Do You?
by: Diane W @ Tue Sep 25, 2007 at 14:10:17 PM PDT
Sep 23 2007
A Slippery Slope: Of Fascism & Punishment
or “1984” Arrives
He said:
….And the most obvious reason that he is right is that a revolution cannot be organized on-line, for chrissake.
It’s impossible for the obvious reason… surveillance. You can’t organize revolution, for fuck’s sake, in a place monitored by the opposition. It doesn’t make sense and it’s not happening.
To which I replied, in part:
A surveilled society and a brutalized society is one that cannot force change, radical or otherwise.
We are on a fuckedly slippery slope!
This has been building for days, and I have to speak my mind. Now.
Sep 21 2007
American Gods are Fickle
A FICTION
I had strange dreams I had to get up & outline on paper, just to purge them. I am sure some is the result of reading Neil Gaiman’s “American Gods” and “Anansi Boys” as of late…. so this essay will be a recounting, strange and discordant as dreams often are. I have added nothing to smooth the story line that didn’t actually occur in the dream, yet am sure by this morning I have left some things out by process of waking diffusion.
I often have lucid dreams, those in which one is variably aware one is dreaming. This one is stranger yet, as some of the experiences were so vivid as to be only first person experiences, yet at other times the dream entered a narrative where I spoke and told this story to him, this Literary American God, who did, yet did not resemble any living man. I have never dreamed a narrative before, a recounting like I was already telling this story here.
Also, my parents, who are long deceased often appear in my dreams as bit players, and I am never shocked to find them there, even though I know they can’t be on some level even while dreaming them. In my dreams it is normal, and I shrug that off, even as I dream it.
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I dreamed of you last night. You American Gods are so fickle.
I was lying in bed, reading your book, perhaps not THE (as you will see later, but I did not know then) book, but was so excited I had to read it nonetheless right to the last page. The hour was late, in this cottage type abode we were in, and I heard my Dad telling my son and his friend it was far past lights out, gruffly.
I heard his friend scamper off to his own room, and my son imploring my Dad for a little time to read. He was admonished “Its past midnight, time to sleep!”
It was 2:30 by the time I finished your amazing words. I could not wait to meet you, wondering if I would meet the man most knew you to be, or if you would reveal your God-self to me.
Sep 20 2007
Can John Edwards Win? Can Anyone?
A few days old, but still, this difference in approach is something that needs to be discussed, and I would like your collective take on more aggressive progressives.
*Cross Posted from My Left Wing, and at John Edward’s Website,(now hidden there, heh!) Progressive Historians, and Independent Bloggers Alliance.
I posted the beginnings of these thoughts in the Open Thread, but decided I was not done with the subject.
The video: