Indiana Jones: The Beginning and the End

I have just finished writing a revealing article on Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull with my regular collaborator and friend Jonah Sinclair. It is hot, hot, hot. Read it here.

Peace, good tickle brainz...

Da WWWiz

The Ohm Agenda: A Reprint

Of late, Da WWWiz has made a comment or two about a pet theory. Click here to read the original 'The Ohm Agenda'.

Every Day is Mother's Day

Matrix. Material. Matter. Mother.

Mother is the complete essence of material reality.

The Mother is the soil that nurtures the seed but it is impossible to understand Motherhood as a force of goodness when sacred labels are peeled away.

The soil that nurtures the seed will a) fix a seed in place b) grow it in place and c) kill it in place. This is a hidden truth of Motherhood - that it is the source of cyclical sorrow. The endless turning of an ignorant wheel. The blind procession of the seasons.

Rising above the Grand Narrative, another truth emerges. Each of us, altogether stripped of phony taxonomy, is a completely unique and intrinsic spirit in the machine. Our only shared attribute is that of total uniqueness. Even the fearsome Isis, Eternal Mother, is but one among many. Her glorious image is an illusion that she restores in her own honor. She is a bit of a control freak.

It is the same for the workaday Mother. Instructed by the lessons of Eden, the Mom has become a sacred cow indeed. To suggest that Motherhood ought to be any less than perpetually venerated is a sin most grievous to folks everywhere. But really, Motherhood is not more than a autonomic function. One may as well celebrate a special holiday for everyone who has ever blinked or slept or felt an itch. Yes, that`s it: Itchy Day. Honoring the scaly, the hivey and the flea-bitten on the third Wednesday of Ragweed Season.

If for any reason, Mother's Day ought to be observed as an initiative to relieve the greatest delusion that confronts the living and the dead: the Good Mother. After her image falls will fall the churches and dictatorships and nations and races. Gender lines will vanish as people are unfettered from the twisted helix of sex and death.

I dream of such a world. Where we find each other as friends. Not as brother and sisters or men and women. Not as citizens of nation or county or parish. Not as parents or as children. Not even as human, but only as friends. Friends in a marvelous many-verse where Every Man and Woman is a Star - each a bornless seed on a timeless journey across the abyss.

And let`s get the show on the road already - `cause I've a mind to be away on a great adventure with a certain friend - my best friend...

She just happens to be my Mom.

Sheesh - whaddaya gonna do!

Happy Mother`s Day, Mom. I love you.

(This text is graded as 25% evil and 75% good by The Sect of Homokaasu.)

The Ferryboat Song

Ferryboat station, up around the bend
Thought this old highway was never gonna end
Ferryboat driver, take me to the otherside
Cost me a nickel - what a wild ride

And I'm never gonna make it
Less I have a sip a whiskey from the bottle
Crashing through the breaker
Yeah - the ferry rider wailing on the throttle
Gee, I hope I make it to the otherside alive

Sooner or later, when you come around the bend,
Any old stranger is good enough to be a friend
Say goodbye to tomorrow, forget about today
Blow a kiss to the ladies you loved along the way

And you're never gonna make it
Less you have a sip of whiskey from the bottle
Crashing through the breaker
Yeah - the ferry rider wailing on the throttle

Gee, I hope I make it to the otherside...alive

Sing, you fool!