The Luminous Gloom

The Looseness of Doom #2

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Gabcast! The Looseness of Doom #2

The Looseness of Doom #2

2006-10-08T10:10:00.000-04:00

Gabcast! The Looseness of Doom #2

The Looseness of Doom #1

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Gabcast! The Looseness of Doom #1

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It’s my belief that the demise of Communism in the Soviet Union was due not to corruption, or excessive vodka drinking, or the disproportionate burden of the cost of the military on the economy, or the West’s active resistance to communist ideology, or the seductions of market capitalism, but due, rather, to the Soviet Union’s successful ventures into space. Space is the great ideological chiller

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2003-05-31T20:51:00.000-04:00

These words yearn to escape the awful plight of sitting latent in my stale mind. Once attached to robust imagery like ‘a summery garden picnic’ or ‘raucous fans in the stands’, they now huddle meagerly and impatiently together, detached for the most part from any thought at all. I’m sitting in a coffee shop on a

2003-05-18T17:09:00.000-04:00

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2003-05-13T10:55:00.000-04:00

Is Jayson Blair, just recently exposed for fraudulent reporting, plagiarism, and quote-invention as a New York Times reporter a singular anomaly, a solitary breach of the public’s trust? Or would you be surprised to learn that 50% of major media reporting harbors such ‘inaccuracies’?Would you be shocked to learn that at least 2% and perhaps as much as 25% of certain genre of canonical

2003-05-09T08:03:00.000-04:00

It's referred to by some as "the stupid line," the line one crosses from taking a smart risk to taking a stupid risk. It's the difference between, say, learning to mountain climb with the proper gear or just setting out on your own. Or maybe choosing to leave your 10-year-old alone in a room with a lit fireplace, compared to leaving your one-year-old. The consequences of one choice are much

2003-05-08T08:12:00.000-04:00

I could abscound at length into unchartered extents of prolific obscurity to relate quite equivocally and just, with the slightest curiousness, circumspectly, about fuzzily almost how I find myself iconoclastically-cast here-now into this existential miasma termed near space terra 3rd planet firma out. But why bother? Three words will suffice: Overworked. Underpaid. Unlaid. Still, I'm

2003-05-05T14:50:00.000-04:00

Rocks. I had a little rock in my right shoe the other day that was driving me crazy while running. I tried to keep it localized in the spare space at the tip of my toes, but it kept shifting around. “Don’t move!”, I said, “Stay still.” But the damn little bastard wouldn’t listen. Rocks are like that. They don’t listen, little fuckers. I had to stop running just to pull off my shoe and

2003-05-02T08:08:00.000-04:00

Am I dreaming or did I really hear that voice? What voice? Listen: *abandon the blog* Did you hear it? Or am I the only one? But...why... Why stop? Though I'm sometimes given to romantic excess, I see a modification of that inclination and not wholesale cessation of communications as my solution. Yeah, sometimes my heart leaps and I blurt. The blurts can sometimes even be beautiful, alluring,

2003-04-29T20:22:00.000-04:00

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The Iraqi populace reminds me of a wolf in spring that may exceedingly drepedate exploitable game but only after a prolonged winter of excruciating starvation. Wolves, under normal conditions of sustenance, never take more game than they need. But following a period of extensive deprivation, they will, in almost compensatory madness, engage in temporary over-predation. Like a pendulum

2003-03-30T19:08:00.000-05:00

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2003-03-23T18:29:00.000-05:00

One way to keep a finger on the evolving pulse of blogging is to check the occurrence of such terms as ‘blog’, ‘weblog’, and ‘blogger’ in the news regularly. Google News, which is a “news service compiled solely by computer algorithms without human intervention” is perfect for this in that it offers both a ‘sort by date’ and ‘sort by relevance’ presentation of inclusions from over 4,500 news

2003-03-17T19:45:00.000-05:00

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recovering vision (audible) To be brilliant once again...All you've got to do is let go of everything that's a fantasy.Everything that's serving as a fantasy to you. And here is a silent prayer: As it's spoken, so shall it be.

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What if...the U.S. went to sleep and never woke up... CNN—Washington: Two days after declaring that it would win any nuclear conflict with the U.S. thanks to Pyongyang's "army-first" political system, North Korea, indeed, proved apparently victorious by launching an undetected preemptive nuclear strike on the East Coast of the United States. Pointing to the fallout of “nuclear winter” that has

2003-02-17T10:04:00.000-05:00

Transcending Pestilence ‘War’ and ‘Antiwar’ are a duality. They are dueling banjos and feed upon each other. Some would claim the ‘antiwar rallies’ are a demonstration for peace. But that isn’t the case. Yes, the intentions of many participating are to promote peace, but the effect of such rallies is essentially political. And in such heightened times, with war as an extension of politics,

2003-02-14T13:55:00.000-05:00

darkside valentine more than a word, but less than a poem: i don’t know what to say I feel intimacy fleeting, losing its sway suffocated with silence and non-response or responses misunderstood whatever was our friendship supposed to be? to me that pattern's plain: the talk, the openness, the intimacy indulged (or overindulged?), and then the fading away. and never anyone’s to blame. the

2002-12-16T07:54:00.000-05:00

Still running (7 miles yesterday, 4.2 today) and writing in the cemetery here in wintry, late-fall Northern Ohio. But now, after running, when I’m consequently sweaty, I take to the cab of my truck to write rather than risk catching a chill outdoors. While running today, I realized that my modus operandi vis a vis running is precisely now contrary to what it was while I was in the military

2002-12-11T00:16:00.000-05:00

Dealing with Saddam If I were Bush I?d? ?Covertly have the CIA sell a nuclear bomb to Saddam, have it all on videotape from production to delivery, then say to the world: ?We know he has nukes because we sold them to him ourselves .? Then proceed forthwith despite any objections. ?Sever all presidential ties?

2002-12-04T14:35:00.000-05:00

so may I close my eyes? yes? ah, much better! but you’re thinking *How can he type with his eyes closed?* LOL how in this world could I not go mad with my eyes open? yes—there’s the rub, you chance a smirk, *He has gone mad for sure!* well, you’re very bright, and oh so witty —quite unfair cause you’re so damn pretty! on second thought, i’ll not close my eyes at all, not be denied the

2002-12-04T13:11:00.000-05:00

Alas! Behold the forlorn lover: love of the heart never leaving the loins. Though life has never been more real, to reach out and embrace just loneliness, or more precisely, just unjust loneliness, is a too friendless gesture, dejectedly employed. Just to dread: what makes life miserable- Wishing either to consummate love or drop dead. But instead, subliming dreamt nocturnes of rippling

2002-01-22T20:55:00.000-05:00

Saturday, January 20, 2001...Xanga more than a word, but less than a poem: i don’t know what to say I feel intimacy fleeting, losing its sway suffocated with silence and non-response or responses misunderstood whatever was our friendship supposed to be? to me that pattern's plain: the talk, the openness, the intimacy indulged (or overindulged?), and then the fading away. and never anyone’s to

2002-01-22T14:36:00.000-05:00

It seems to me, that I've left without leaving. Or have I wrote without righting? ...still pondering the implications of this hybird!

2002-01-22T14:17:00.000-05:00

Imagine a Blogger renegade invading a Xanga blog and establishing squatter's rights. There goes the community!