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Thursday, February 8. 2007Celebrity Jeopardy Is Cancelled
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Also, I honestly didn't know who she was until I read the news. TV-deprived, I guess, and pop-culture ignorant.
She was a handful in life.
Malcolm Forbes,Sr. has engraved on his headstone, WHILE ALIVE HE LIVED. I guess she came pretty close to it...say anyone know the over /under on drug OD? Sad if the autopsy shows she took her own life. Otherwise Habu's "Forbes" quote work's. It is the future of the five month old that may be sad, indeed. Excellent cover though.
Would someone please explain to me why that cover is so excellent? I think I'm missing something.
Surefire,
Just offhand I'd say it has something to do with the Jungian Duality of Man. The Jungian thing is the distinction between the personal unconscious and the Collective Unconscious. The personal unconscious is composed of an individual's repressed thoughts or feelings. The Collective Unconscious is composed of primordial images found in all of humanity: Jung labelled them archetypes. A cornerstone of his therapeutic approach to psychology was the recognition of the way an individual's personal unconscious integrates, or conflicts with the Collective Unconscious Meds , where are those meds? I could give my interpretation, which I fear would be remote from the artist's. Therefore, from a cowardly perspective, I will let the artist answer. If they so choose. Though having seen Habu's reply I would not disagree. Jung laying on the dashboard of my taxi engendered many an interesting conversation.
In my studies I would say that the cover represents more the aspects of Wilhelm Reich. Best known for his studies on the link between human sexuality and emotions, and the importance of what he called "orgastic potency"; and for what he said was the discovery of a form of energy that permeated the atmosphere and all living matter, which he called "orgone." He built boxes called "orgone accumulators," which patients could sit inside, and which were intended to harness the energy for what he believed were its health benefits. It was this work, in particular, that cemented the rift between Reich and the psychiatric establishment.
I believe we will find that Anna's orgone accumulator caused her to be orgone away, which happens when the individuals orgone overcomes the space appropriated for it. or it could be... That Smell
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness is upon you Stuck a needle in your arm So take another toke, have a blow for your nose One more drink fool, will drown you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Now they call you Princess Charming Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes Say you'll be all right come tomorrow But tomorrow might not be here for you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm I know I been there before One little problem that confronts you Got a monkey on your back Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick One hell of a price for you to get your kicks Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you At any rate, my paper on the topic, done with Jung himself, explores the machine learning approach to Byzantine fault tolerance, as defined not only by the understanding of context-free grammar, but also by the confirmed need for B-trees. After years of typical research into the partition table, we prove the synthesis of vacuum tubes, which embodies the confusing principles of hardware and architecture. We introduce new unstable configurations, which we call Rant.
http://punitive-surgery.lcs.mit.edu/scicache/475/scimakelatex.77150.Buddy+Larsen.C.K.+Jung.html Amazing coincidence. I was just talking to the oil change guy today about that very thing.
wow what are those odds? Depends--what color vehicle? 10W-40, or straight 30 weight? Before noon?
Buddy,
A very impressive paper on a number of different levels. First allow me to commend you on the ressurection of Mr. carl GUSTAV jung who passed away on June 6th 1961. That in itself deserves it's own text. Then getting him up to speed on a paper written in an entirely new millineum was genius. But I've always had that feeling about your talent, an economy of words with each delivering megatonnage of information. My humble and honored respect, Habu Thank you. That helped a lot. I am still befuddled. Perhaps more so, actually. I will need to spread this out.
Habu, Were you really being 'offhand' or did you copy that out of a book? It doesn't really matter as the collective is in all of us, and I believe we all admired her breasts. E.P von Pffenberg,PhD., M.D., I tried that orgastic potency therapy once but gave it up for TA. That is transactional analysis. Both were disappoinments and left me lost and lonely. The orgone made me moist and filled me with a restless longing, and the TA triangle challenged my mathematical misfortunes. Luther McLeod, "Jung laying on the dashboard of my taxi engendered many an interesting conversation." Who was Jung boinking on your dashboard? They had to have been midgets. The first boy who ever grazed my breasts was named John McLeod. I was virtually a unopened moist towellette before that moment. Your therapy and name made me think of that. Buddy Larsen, I never heard of the Byzantine B-Tree therapy, but I bet it has everything to do with the laying-on of honey. That would probably result in becoming too involved with the therapist to the extent the patient would become just another sticky Valentine which is probably why she went to him in the first place. I tried FES once, but my limbic system trumped my cerebral cortex and I melted down. FES is "Fornicato, ergo sum". I will have to study the picture a bit more. It makes me sad. . Yes, FES Parker, who played Davy Crockett on the eponymous 50s tv show, was also, in his later years, known to've become likewise agnostic on the likewise eponymous Descartian-derived therapy FES. This was said to've expressed itself in a certain sheepishness about the coonskin cap he was wont to wear when on-camera.
BTW, my collaborator on the B-tree Manifesto, Mr. Jung, must have been (evidence habu's chronological memo) herein confused with the older Jung, Jung the Older.
In addition to the confusion indicated by the "problem" of the chronology, my Jung, Jung the Younger, though not an unsmall man, is certainly far too large a being to be the dashboard midget in question (assuming an approximately standard-sized dashboard), regardless of whether deshabille and/or in flagrante delicto, or otherwise. YOU! THAT AWFUL HABU CHARACTER!
I found you! You were the foul churl that came about the Scotsman comment threads early this week and thought you'd have a Paris Hilton Joy Ride of a time, running ripshod over etiquette and tolerance both. Well, I sleep easy at night knowing their are Jungian archetypes alive in America right now, waiting to sneak up on you and bugger you to sanity or nought, whichever comes first. You'll expect an elaborate band of poofsters and you'll listen for their falsetto guffaws and retorts in the distance. But I expect that when the poofsters come for you, they will lurk not behind the boa, but within the Cement Mixing truck and the Bulldozer. You'll see innocuous and securely masculine machinery, and expect that the muscles rippling across their shirts are forged in labor, not the wondrous escapism of a steamy gym. You'll have invited them in for drinks or to see your porn collection, when they'll close in on you, yank, and it'll be too late. A hard hat pressed over your face will be all the manners paid to you then, as the British 1812 your Whitehouse until its a haunting cinder in your mind, irreducible from the fact that it was so soundly destroyed! Habu--don't take that lying down--errr, without a fight! That's old Reamish O'Peckerton, clan chief of Dungivelly Mush, and plaid-weaver extraordinaire, and he's a bad 'un to let steal a march on ye.
You repeatedly troll and harass the Scotsman comment threads and none of us know why!
Your opinions are not appropriate for the moral context let alone the discussions! You and your RHS come in and barking mad but you convince about as many people as your blousey arguments breeze past! I moderate the Scotsman forums and am saddened that you so dislike your fellow human beings. I wish we could convince you or enlighten you to how wonderful the world truly is. As Michael Jackson said, Yoou are noot alooooone/I am here right nooow" OH OF COURSE HES GOING TO TAKE IT LYING DOWN! I BET HE HAD HIS FILL OF DOLLAR MENU SCRAPS INSTEAD OF PAYING INTO A HEALTH CARE SYSTEM! HES GOTTA SLEEP OFF THE TRANS FATS AND HOPE THE FAT WITHDRAWAL OVERPOWERS THE INGRAINED SENSE OF GUILT FROM HIS ORIGINAL SIN OF NOT SIGNING THE KYOTO TREATY HIMSELF!
DISGUSTING! 'ey, leave orf habu, ye bloody blighters, 'r oil 'ave yer 'eads, I will!
Habus' comments remind me of the saying about the snake in a submarine shithouse. Ghastly image but appropriate for his -yank chicanery.
Most Brits I know de-capitalize "yank" so as to ensure it does not receive the same legitimacy and dignity as Pakistani and Azerbaijani. I like to take it a step further and include a minus sign, so if it was ever graphed, it could never be included in God's favored Quadrant. I shall apply this convention to Habu's name thusly: -habu -yanks get all excited about their ipods but they forget that we simply buy their ipods while inventing social and cultural life that terrify the yanks. Our sexual culture trumps all others in the world, with countless innovations and radically new behaviors. While I bet habu needs blue pills just to drive around a race track for 500 laps. The moderators decided to leave Habutlers racist tyrades up as a testament to whats wrong with America.
Wherever we go looking for him, we find he's just skipped down, the Sarah Conner to our Terminator. What a thing it would be to find Habu, and with a hyperallow endoskeleton, coldly inform him, "I need your boots, your clothes and your motorcycle." LOL don't you mean "hyperalloy"? You spell like an American! LOLOLOLOL
I hope Habu doesnt fume so bad he needs access to healthcare! I'd hate to see a bigot turned away just because he thought it "cool" to mock Muslims. I bet he bought an American invented recliner that has a built in diaper cushion, the better to be sedentary! Hard to leave that kind of -yank luxury? Guzzler, your hi-octane identity clusters are blending. "Gas Guzzler" has to BE the guy in the diaper-recliner (not the 'critic' of the guy in the diaper-recliner).
Let's shape up here, ok? |