Espresso brewing, with dark reddish-brown crema
November 11, 2009
Wednesday Night Flash Story (“Blonde and sweet,” Just take your coffee Sam, and next time, ask for cream and sugar will ya, please?”) For All The Workers Of The World.
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
( A serial flash story)
” BLACK “
” You have fifteen minutes,” Sandra said. ” Before the soiree begins… then they will be all over us like a monarch butterfly on a milkweed pod.”
Artell didn’t know who she feared most, the impending military brigade, or the strange ships gliding into the valley. She scanned the area making sure to keep herself hidden.
The two largest ships were long and shaped like a tube, resting on legs that protruded from the craft. Adjacent to them were three traditional looking saucers. They were shaped like a mexican sombrero with pulsating lights of green and red circling counter-clockwise. The last three ships were triangular with blue flashing lights skirting the lip of the ships. Two of the triangular ships hovered above, while a third ship remained stuck. Mild waves were being released from the base of the hovering ships, producing slight vibrations in the ship below.
Sandra pointed to the right side of the valley. ” Look over there.”
Artell saw a group of figures. Some were tall and thin with yellow skin, others had short bodies and small heads covered with blue-grey skin and gills with a reddish tinge. The rest were similar to the creatures they encountered in the forest. All were engaged in discussions. She raised her camera and checked the adjustments. The eyepiece slid against moist skin settling into her eye socket. Searching for the best view, she stumbled over the rocks until she found an opening that encompassed the developing scene.
Artell lay on her abdomen and started filming. The whirring of the camera matched the volume of thoughts that folded into her head. Time was flickering in and out of reality. She thought deeply, maybe for the first time in her life. ‘ Would the human race be able to face the challenge, or was this the cusp of life as we know it?” The camera whirred.
” Artell, let’s go.”
The thumping of boots against mud filled the air.
The camera kept filming.
Artell could hear her friend fighting and yelling. The camera filmed.
Gloved hands grasped her shoulders. Artell pushed the digital send button on the video. ‘ Neil will be getting quite a surprise when he opens his email,’ She thought as a cloud of black descended over her vision.
to be continued…
November 10, 2009
Micro-Flash Story ” Nebula”
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog “
NEBULA
” I like to fly, “she said.
“Come down,” he said.
” If I come down now I may never reach that cloud above.”
“Come down, it’s warm and cozy here.”
‘But I like to fly.”
“I like to fly.”
She soared past that cloud and into the nebula.”
November 10, 2009
“Handlebars” By Flobots / Song Of The Decade, “Power Corrupts, And Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely”
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
This song exemplifies the test of attaining power (or what one THINKS is power ie. money, feeding ego, fame) and how it is handled by each individual.
You either pass the test, or fail,
You either give back, or take, endlessly.
Song HANDLEBARS Band FLOBOTS
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it’s good to be
ALIVE
and I’m a famous rapper
even when the paths’re all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to “De Colores”
And “I’m Proud to be an American”
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
hands in the air like it’s good to be
ALIVE
and I’m a famous rapper
even when the paths’re all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to “De Colores”
And “I’m Proud to be an American”
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome
I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
Look at me
Look at me
Just called to say that it’s good to be
ALIVE
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule
Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won’t stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let’em all die in exasperation
Have’em all healed of their lacerations
Have’em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don’t like’em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handle bars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
| Flobots | |
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Flobots at KFMA Day in Tucson, Arizona on May 16th, 2008
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| Background information | |
| Also known as | Jonny 5 + Yak |
| Origin | Denver, Colorado, USA |
| Genres | Alternative rock, alternative hip hop |
| Years active | 2000 — present |
| Labels | Universal Republic |
| Website | www.flobots.com |
| Members | |
| Jonny 5 Brer Rabbit Mackenzie Roberts Andy Guerrero Jesse Walker Joe Ferrone Kenny Ortiz |
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FROM WIKIPEDIA
PEACE
November 9, 2009
I can make it disappear, hey! ” Aeroplane ” Red Hot Chili Peppers
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
Wonderful lyrics leaves you feeling like you did after sliding down your first silver gleaming slide in the school yard. ( remember when slides were made of metal ? Your never gonna get that speed on a plastic slide, I use to slide so fast I’d fly off up into the air and down on my backside!)
The base guitair is like rubber in motion, love it.. beat it down interlude then drift high up into the melodic sky ending in a chorus of children’s voices.
” Music is my A-e-r-o-plane!”
“AEROPLANE” Song RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS Band
I like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aeroplane,
It’s my aeroplane,
Songbird sweet and sour Jane and music is my aeroplane,
It’s my aeroplane
pleasure spiked with pain,
that motherfuckers always spiked with pain.
Looking in my own eyes (hey lord),
I can’t find the love I want,
Someone better slap me,
Before I start to rust,
Before I start to decompose,
Looking in my rear view mirror,
Looking in my rear view mirror,
I can make it disappear,
I can make it disappear (have no fear),
I like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aeroplane,
It’s my aeroplane,
Songbird sweet and sour Jane and,
music is my aeroplane,
It’s my aeroplane,
pleasure spiked with pain,
that motherfuckers always spiked with pain,
Sitting in my kitchen (hey girl),
I’m turning into dust again,
My melancholy baby,
The star of mazzy must,
Push her voice inside of me,
I’m overcoming gravity,
I’m overcoming gravity,
(It’s easy when you’re sad to be,)
It’s easy when you’re sad, sad like me
I like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aeroplane,
It’s my aeroplane,
Songbird sweet and sour Jane,
and music is my aeroplane,
It’s my aeroplane,
pleasure spiked with pain…,
Just one note could make me float,
Could make me float away,
One note from,
The song she wrote,
Could fuck me where I lay,
Just one note,
Could make me choke,
One note that’s,
Not a lie,
Just one note,
Could cut my throat,
One note could make
me die.
I like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aeroplane,
It’s my aeroplane,
Songbird sweet and sour Jane,
and music is my aeroplane,
It’s my aeroplane,
That’s spiked with pain.
(my aeroplane, my aeroplane, my aeroplane, my aeroplane)
<bass solo>
…it’s my aeroplane..(x80
| Red Hot Chili Peppers | |
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Red Hot Chili Peppers at the pinkpop festival of 2006. From left to right: Flea, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, John Frusciante
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| Background information | |
| Origin | Los Angeles, California, United States |
| Genres | Alternative rock, funk rock |
| Years active | 1983–present |
| Labels | EMI, Warner Bros. |
| Associated acts | What Is This?, Fishbone, Jane’s Addiction, Ataxia, Eleven, The Mars Volta, Chickenfoot, Chad Smith’s Bombastic Meatbats, Pearl Jam |
| Website | www.redhotchilipeppers.com |
| Members | |
| Anthony Kiedis John Frusciante Michael “Flea” Balzary Chad Smith |
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| Hillel Slovak Jack Irons Arik Marshall Cliff Martinez Jack Sherman DeWayne “Blackbyrd” McKnight D. H. Peligro Jesse Tobias Dave Navarro |
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Lyrics and songwriting
Through the years, Kiedis’ lyrics have dealt with a variety of topics, which have shifted as time has progressed. Themes within his repertoire include love and friendship,[71][72] teenage angst and good-time aggression,[73] various sexual topics and the link between sex and music, political and social commentary (Native American issues in particular),[74] romance,[71][75][76] loneliness,[77] globalization and the cons of fame and Hollywood,[78] poverty, drugs, alcohol, dealing with death, and California.[79]
FROM WIKIPEDIA
November 8, 2009
Song of The Day ” No Woman… No Cry”
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
One of my all time favorites, a timeless song and rendition by Bob Marley. It could have been sung yesterday there is no space where it does not belong.
( This post is dedicated to an old friend of mine who is struggling now, but whom I know, will pull through in the end.. He is just a sweet old guy working on his spirit…)
No Woman No Cry SONG Bob Marley ARTIST
Said said
Said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
Oba, ob-serving the hypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have had, oh good friends we’ve lost along the way
In this bright future you can’t forget your past
So dry your tears I say
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Oh my Little sister, don’t she’d no tears
No woman, no cry
Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
Log wood burnin’ through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I’ll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I’ve got to push on through
But while I’m gone…
Everything’s gonna be alright
Ev’rything’s gonna be alright
Ev’rything’s gonna be alright
Ev’rything’s gonna be alright
Ev’rything’s gonna be alright
Ev’rything’s gonna be alright
Ev’rything’s gonna be alright
Ev’rything’s gonna be alright
No woman, no cry
No, no woman, no woman, no cry
Oh, little sister, don’t she’d no tears
No woman, no cry
No woman, no woman, no woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Oh, my little darlyn no she’d no tears
No woman, no cry, yeah
any sister no she’d no tears, no women no cry
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Say, say, said I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
Oba,ob- serving the hypocrites
As the would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost
Along the way
In this great future,
You can’t forget your past
So dry your tears, I say
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Little darling, don’t she’d no tears, no woman no cry
Say, say, said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was, love would burn on through the night
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge
Of which I’ll share with you
My fear is my only courage
So I’ve got to push on thru
Oh, while I’m gone
Everything ’s gonna be alright, everything ’s gonna be alright
Everything ’s gonna be alright, everything ’s gonna be alright
Everything ’s gonna be alright, everything ’s gonna be alright
Everything ’s gonna be alright, everything ’s gonna be alright
So woman no cry, no, no woman no cry
Oh, my little sister
Don’t she’d no tears
No woman no cry
I remember when we use to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire lights
As it was, log would burnin’ through the nights
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge
Of which I’ll share with you
My fear is my only courage
So I’ve got to push on thru
Oh, while I’m gone
No woman no cry, no, no woman no cry
Oh, my little darlin’
Don’t she’d no tears
No woman no cry, No woman no cry
Oh my Little darlin’, don’t she’d no tears
No woman no cry
Little sister, don’t she’d no tears
No woman no cry
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Don’t cry
FROM Google Images
PEACE
November 7, 2009
Iraq and Afghanistan Soldiers’s Poetry / Art Slam, Session 35
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog “
Good Afternoon, a poem-
ASKING TOO MUCH
Are we asking too much?
4-5 tours,
No rest,
Armour missing,
Is this really our best?
Or are we asking,
Of our soldiers,
Too much?
And of us – not enough.
Image from Goggle
See you next Saturday.
Please send any thoughts or ideas to shivazzzzz@aol.com and I will post or use comments area, thanks,
www.ivaw.org Iraq Veterans Against The War
www.iava.org Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America
www.veteransforpeace.org Veterans for Peace
This Slam will continue until all our soldiers return from Iraq and Afghanistan.
BJ Halliday Crawley Editor
November 6, 2009
Friday Night Gallery Chat / Egyptian Amulets
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog “
Good Afternoon,
Amulets were placed in the linen wrapping of Egyptian mummies worn as jewlery and carried as tailsmans by the ancient egyptians.
You can find amulets in many museum shops, I have one on my computer stand – Bastet the cat goddess of creativity. They are hand carved and can be held in your palm.
My old “dog tags’ were a cartouche of my name in silver and an Udjat until I lost that necklace. ( boo-hoo, my favorite…)
Below are a few of the most popular amulets,
SCARAB,
Eye of Horus- UDJAT,
BASTET,
ANKH,
Images From Goggle
The images are small but eloquent.
Have a Purrrrfect weekend!
FROM www.metmuseum.org Egyptian Amulets/Thematic Essay (Goggle search)
An amulet is a small object that a person wears, carries, or offers to a deity because he or she believes that it will magically bestow a particular power or form of protection. The conviction that a symbol, form, or concept provides protection, promotes well-being, or brings good luck is common to all societies: in our own, we commonly wear religious symbols, carry a favorite penny, or a rabbit’s foot. In ancient Egypt, amulets might be carried, used in necklaces, bracelets, or rings, and—especially—placed among a mummy’s bandages to ensure the deceased a safe, healthy, and productive afterlife.
Egyptian amulets functioned in a number of ways. Symbols and deities generally conferred the powers they represent. Small models that represent known objects, such as headrests or arms and legs, served to make sure those items were available to the individual or that a specific need could be addressed. Magic contained in an amulet could be understood not only from its shape. Material, color, scarcity, the grouping of several forms, and words said or ingredients rubbed over the amulet could all be the source for magic granting the possessor’s wish.
From www.angelrainbows.com
Egypt Egyptian Ancient Culture
Amulets Ankhs and Talismans Alchemy
Examination of funerary objects, tomb paintings, and inscriptions suggested that as a culture the Egyptians were inordinately concerned with ensuring that their eternal life was as agreeable as their daily life. The continuance of the personality in the afterlife was of paramount importance so the body was mummified, placed in a tomb, and given regular food offerings.
The Ankh was the Egyptian symbol for eternal life. Comprised of a spirit circle on top of a mundane cross, this Egyptian hieroglyph was an alchemical symbol, depicting the ascension of the soul over wordly boundaries.
By quickening the spirit with infusions of spiritual awareness, the life force rose to higher, more refined levels of Beingness. Various Egyptian gods and goddesses were often depicted holding an ankh before someone’s lips or the king’s nose, indicating that they were the purveyors of the Breath of Life necessary in both this life and the afterlife.
True ascendancy was achieved only when the Above totally permeates personal essence Below, raising substance to the level of quintessence. The two became one not only in the melding of male and female polarities; but; also in the mergence of the awakened, individual divinity with the totality of Universal Spirit.
Learning how to flow with evolutionary currents allowed one to effortlessly float in the cleansing waters; thus, bypassing the need to undergo the suffering of the crucifixion where the karmic crucible transmutes fixed patterns of negativity.
November 4, 2009
Wednesday Night Flash Story(How many more pickles must I stuff into this jar before I can leave for the day, Harry?) For The Workers Of The World
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
(Serial Flash Story Part 5)
” BLACK “
” Take that trail, there to the left, it should lead to the ridge above the valley.” Artell said. The persistent flutter of helicopter propellers could be heard pounding through the clouds.
” Sandra you dropped your flashlight.”
Sandra started looking through the vines covering the forest floor.
” Get going, Sandra, or we’ll never….”
” shhh… listen,” said Sandra. ” The helicopters are getting closer.”
” More reasons to keep moving.” Artell was several yards ahead and quickly climbing the hill.
Sandra cocked her head. She gazed back to the edge of the forest. A steady vibration of air racked the trees.
” I’d know that noise anywhere after two tours in Vietnam. Troops are being deployed,” Sandra said. ” The military are here.”
” If we move fast and low, we should be able to make it up that hill. ” Artell pulled on Sandra’s backpack nearly knocking her down. ” The only way out is up, Sandra. Time to tango.”
Adrenaline made the hike up the mountainside feel like a fifty- yard dash. Bloodied and bruised from the underbrush, they reached the crest of the ridge. The sight was enmeshed in fractured light. There were eight ships. Some were on the ground, some were maneuvering above the ground, one had crashed. The nose of the ship was stuck in the mud. Sandra searched the area behind them. She could see nothing, but heard the click of safety releases on weapons, and the dull hum of sight locators mixed with muffled orders.
To be continued…
Image from Goggle
synchronistic coincidence? On ABC a show premiered about UFO’s using the same term as I am using in my story for the aliens (the visitors)…as an FYI this story is several years old so it seems to be a synchronistic coincidence although, Carl Jung says there are no coincidences.. hopefully it portends nothing..
By the by this story is inspired by an actual sighting of an actual UFO, in 1973, by me - and I’m not talking about no dot of light… it was a bona fide saucer, a flat disc with a cap on top , red and green lights moving around the cap – well …some of us are lucky and some of us are not … that is my only explanation! I will detail the specifics at the end of flash story…( I actually worked for MUFON for a short time gathering other accounts)
And yes I did work in a pickle factory for about one week…too cold- that’s right, I have a very… how shall I say this? checkered career, but somebody’s gotta be the one… I wear the moniker with pride!
November 4, 2009
Blog – Think / Take A Breather From Blogging And Think
November 2, 2009
Philadelphia Spectrum… Farewell
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
Well the dirty deed is done. The Spectrum’s days are over.
By all accounts Eddie Vedder/Pearl Jam produced an excellent send-off for the Spectrum including an acoustic star spangeled banner as the last song. Bravo!
I saw my first rock show there, it was Alice Cooper and I loved his music but he was doing something strange with a manequin on stage for a while - strange to my thirteen year old eyes!
They let us in as if it were at country fair, through the turnstile where they took our tickets $3.oo!!! and when the show started you never saw any staff again. Yet no one shoved to get close , those who wanted to did, lots of dancing in the aisle and clapping for the interesting parts of the show, no beer no food ( no groupies either! at least I never saw any)… in the beginning everyone was there for the music.
Then as the corporations realized they could make money off the music things became stricter rules tighter as they worked to maximize profits diminishing the audiences/musician participation and enjoyment…I remember attending a concert after taking a break from concerts in 1981 and they were shining flash lights on anyone who stood up…well, not my idea of fun.
So here’s to the early days of rock and roll, the spirit, the fun, the camaraderie of experiencing not a rock GOD that looms above the audience – but to the days of mutual creation and fascination with the tender tendrils that form between an audience and the musicians performing.
What the hell is a rock god anyway?? after all it is just a guy with a guitar/instrument on stage. I don’t get it…
Goodbye Spectrum! you served us well
| Alice Cooper | |
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Alice Cooper in 2007
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| Background information | |
| Birth name | Vincent Damon Furnier |
| Born | February 4, 1948 (1948-02-04) (age 61) in Detroit, Michigan, United States |
| Genres | Rock, hard rock, heavy metal, shock rock |
| Occupations | Singer-songwriter, actor, DJ |
| Instruments | Vocals, harmonica, guitar |
| Years active | Since 1964 |
| Labels | Straight, Warner Bros., Atlantic, MCA, Epic, Spitfire, Eagle, New West |
| Website | AliceCooper.com |
From Wikipedia
PEACE
(UPDATE - Lest you think I am sexist, I used the male vernacular in my diatribe because I have never heard the term “Rock Goddess” used in public discourse)
October 31, 2009
Iraq And Afghanistan Soldier’s Poetry / Art Slam Session 34
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
HAPPY HALLOWEEN To all,
All Images Courtesy of www.doverpublications.com
See you next Saturday!
Please send any thoughts or ideas to shivazzzzz@aol.com and I will post or use comments area, thanks,
www.ivaw.org Iraq Veterans Against The War
www.iava.org Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America
www.veteransforpeace.org Veterans for Peace
This Slam will continue until all our soldiers return from Iraq and Afghanistan.
BJ Halliday Crawley Editor
October 30, 2009
Friday Night Gallery Chat / Returns! Viola and Paik
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog”
Good evening ,when I last left you we were discussing the work of Bill Viola and Nam June Paik – hopefully you have attempted to form an opinion on what you think is the crux of their work.
Video installation for Nam June Paik and Media/Installation for Bill Viola.
Nam June Paik is an interesting artist and always has a new idea or concept for his work, the elements are disparate and symbolic. There is a tinge of spirituality to his work mixed with reflection.
here is another example,
Image from wikipedia
Detail of Electronic Superhighway: Continental U.S., Alaska, Hawaii
I think his work is truly beautiful with a strong sense of placement.
From Wikipedia
Nam June Paik (July 20, 1932 – January 29, 2006) was a Korean-born American artist. He worked with a variety of media and is considered to be the first video artist.[1] He may have been the author of the phrase “Information Superhighway”, which, according to his own account, he used in a Rockefeller Foundation paper in 1974[2].
| Nam June Paik | |
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 The picture was taken by Lim Young-kyun in 1983 while Nam June Paik was in New York City |
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| Korean name | |
| Hangul | 백남준 |
| Hanja | 白南準 |
| Revised Romanization | class=”hiddenSpellError” pre=”">Baek Nam-jun |
| McCune–Reischauer | |
Bill Viola was more of a straight contemporary artist for whom process was more important than the art, by that I mean- the actual engagement with the medium, the working on the piece was more important to him than the end result.
Sometimes in art the underlying meaning to the artist and the viewer is more significant than the piece itself.
Art is not a simple thing there are many layered interpretations, if it is done well…
an example,
From Wikipedia,
Bill Viola (born United States of America, 1951) is a contemporary video artist. Viola is considered a leading figure in the generation of artists whose artistic expression depends upon electronic sound and image technology New Media.[1]
Have a pizza ladened night!
I know I am going to stuff myself silly!
October 29, 2009
Courtney Cox, Cougars, Hugh Hefner and TV
” A Pale Green Mermaid B log”
BLOG- THINK
If Courtney Cox’s character on her TV series is a… cougar…then pray tell, what is Hugh Hefner’s character on his TV series?
Think for yourself, question everything, form opinions and ideas that are yours alone - that is the founding stone of what democracy consists of.
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PEACE
| Cougar[1] Fossil range: Middle Pleistocene to Recent |
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| Scientific classification | |
| Kingdom: | Animalia |
| Phylum: | Chordata |
| Class: | Mammalia |
| Order: | Carnivora |
| Family: | Felidae |
| Genus: | Puma |
| Species: | P. concolor |
| Binomial name | |
| Puma concolor (Linnaeus, 1771) |
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Images from Wikipedia & Text on Cougar
October 28, 2009
Wednesday Flash Story (Time For Another Latte Break, Jerry) For The Workers Of The World
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog “
(Serial Flash story, Part 4)
“BLACK”
” No Way ,” Artell whispered, ” this is what we came here for.”
The figures hadn’t noticed the jeep yet.
Artell watched as they drifted around the forest in concentric patterns, releasing beams of light that emanated from their hands then entered their foreheads.
” Artell. Backup, before they notice this truck. It is too dangerous to stay here.”
Artell jammed the jeep into gear searching for reverse. ” you’re right, we need film of their ships.” She pushed the clutch in and slowly backed up.
” Watch it! “ Sandra said in a hoarse whisper. The jeep slammed into a tree making a large crunching noise. They both stopped breathing.
The figures continued to mingle and fly around the forest. ” They must be in some sort of trance, otherwise we would both be on a laboratory table by now,” Artell said.
” Cripes, why did I ever come with you.” Sandra searched her tool box for something she could use for defense.
” You watch, and I’ll back it up again.” Artell carefully repositioned the truck, and hit reverse again. Sandra with pick axe in hand, was mesmerized by the scene before her. She counted forty- five of the small creatures. The beams they released were in various colors and intensities.
The jeep burst into daylight.
“I’ll head down Bear Tavern road, then we can hike up and avoid any further encounters. “ There was no time for Artell to digest what she had seen. She must retain her focus if they were to survive.
It took fifteen minutes to reach the base of the mountain. Artell parked the jeep in a bed of brush with the roof peeking out above a mound of cattails. She popped the trunk, reached for her camera and seized a handful of film. Sandra sorted through her tool box adding the flash light to her pick axe, which she jammed into her Dutch military pouch. Their eyes met for a split second. With faint smiles they began trampling toward the thick of the forest.
To be continued…
Image from Google Images
October 26, 2009
Song Of The Week – “New Fang”
” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog “
Good Afternoon,
I L-o-v-e this song – A tapestry of noises and vocalizations woven with squiggly wiggly guitar thingamajigs (riffs) and splashing vocals that echo from a lost opera with a clangy beat in the background… It’s great!
Then a jazzy interlude with “You got me confused with a better man…” nice lyric and sentiment!
Them Crooked Vultures BAND ” New Fang ” SONG
Latest deciphering of lyrics below from www.themcrookedvultures.com look at forum/ New Fang Lyrics
New Fang, New thang,
jfajs, to berate, otta sock it,
no I don’t want another,
stand up, step aside, open wide,
hang out to ?? beat it feeling low,
want to?
yes I do,
one of those, take a dose, gettin comfortable,
blue sweat, next success fest?
calling out, I think its what I gotta know,
sometimes you break the finger on the other hand,
think you’ve got me confused for a better man,
sometimes you break the finger on the other hand,
say you’ve got me confused.
hey you better run,
new slime, gotta line, couldn’t quit,
??, and we take it back,
he said, what a lead, talk your mind, little time,
when my mind was layin back,
tailgate, rather late, to much to young,
everyones gotta goin on,
??, no show,
nothing left so you gotta roll,
sometimes you break the finger on the other hand,
think you’ve got me confused for a better man,
sometimes you break the finger on the other hand,
I know you’ve got me confused.
New fang pressing down,
no more waiting around..for,
New fang pressing down,
no more waiting around,
New fang, new fang
ain’t gonna wait no more.
| Them Crooked Vultures | |
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Them Crooked Vultures at Lowlands 2009
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| Background information | |
| Origin | Los Angeles, California, USA |
| Genres | Hard rock, alternative rock |
| Years active | 2009–present |
| Labels | Sony BMG (international) Interscope (North America) |
| Associated acts | Foo Fighters Queens of the Stone Age Led Zeppelin Kyuss Nirvana Probot Eagles of Death Metal Scream |
| Website | www.themcrookedvultures.com |
| Members | |
| Dave Grohl Josh Homme John Paul Jones |
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