August 30, 2006

Ernesto, you let me down...

If only you had been a Category 5 Hurricane, followed by wild-fires, followed by an earthquake, followed by a tsunami. Only then justice would have been served and Florida would have ceased to exist, to the benefit of humanity and the entire world. Insensitive, cruel?...allow me to elaborate, and ennumerate the main reasons justifying Florida's well deserved demise, and you shall understand, nay! You shall join the righteous camp! :

1. "Gusanos": derogatory term given to (mostly)wealthy Cuban emigrés who fled after the Cuban Revolution of 1959. Rabidly Anti-Castro, reactionary in most political debate. Now, I am no fan of "El Comandante", but through their well documented lobbying efforts they have made life for their fellow Cubans on the island far more miserable, knowingly or unknowingly. Well known to support conservative causes in the political sphere. And mainly responsible for...
2. George W. Bush: Due to the so-called 'mishandling' of the Elián González affair by the Clinton administration, and a fair degree of political maneuvering , most of the Cuban electorate in Florida supported George W. Bush in the 2000 election. We know the story from there. Who knows? Maybe the war in Iraq could have been averted.
3. Miami, The Capital of the Latino Entertainment Industry: Everyday, moronic, imbecilic programming is beamed to millions of households turning normal human beings into vapid, superficial lumpen. Takes the worst material from American and Latin Television and manages to make it even worse. Think 'Fox' without smart shows like the 'Simpsons' and more fake-news programs and brain-killing talk shows.
4. Disney World: Huge mega entertainment complexes designed to brainwash children...and adults into buying crap, and afterwards...buying more crap. People apparently move to Orlando to be closer to the Theme Parks, their Mecca. Off with their heads I say!
5. Florida looks ugly on a map: It's ungainly, and not pleasing to look at, extending like an unnecessary appendage towards the ocean, and disrupting the country's symmetry.

If you have any relatives or loved ones living in Florida, please let them know that they should evacuate soon. Unless they're lumpen of course, then they should perish as well. For, if the Blue Drone has his way, and there any sort of Karmic Justice in the Universe, the area where Florida now lies shall then be known as the:

Cuba-Georgia Passage!

A safe haven for wildlife, free from the meddling of imbeciles. Perhaps in the future Manatees will not need to look for food in Rhode Island. And that, is a beautiful thought...

August 29, 2006

The Blue Drone gets hippie song stuck in head, forces it upon his unfortunate readers...

Can' Damn you McCartney!! Damn you!!

Why take advantage of my love for word-play?

You say yes, I say no.
You say stop and I say go go go, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.
I say high, you say low.
You say why and I say I don't know, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
(Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye) hello hello
(Hello Goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
(Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye) hello hello
(Hello Goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye
(Hello Goodbye) I say hello.
Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye, oh no?
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.
You say yes (I say "yes")
I say no (but I may mean no.)
You say stop (I can stay)
and I say go go go (till it's time to go oh), oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello helloI don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello helloI don't know why you say goodbye, I say Hello
Hello helloI don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hela heba helloa

I don't get the faux Hawaiian dancers...but it's still a beautiful song with a slight hint at melancholy, I feel.

In any case, it doesn't make me a hippie-wimp. More angry agitprop will come later. When I'm good and ready.

What is going on in Rhode Island?

Last time I checked, a lush tropical paradise it was not. So how can this be explained?:

More tropical fish sighted in R.I. water
NEWPORT, R.I. - An unusually large number of tropical fish have been spotted this summer in Rhode Island waters by divers, fishermen and environmentalists.
Among the fish seen so far: juvenile orange filefish, snowy grouper and lookdowns. A local lobsterman pulled up a large trigger fish in one of his traps.
"We're always catching tropicals during the summer months, but I mean there are a lot more. Probably about double the amount," Jean Bambara, an aquarist at Save the Bay's Exploration Center in Newport, told The Providence Journal.

Endangered Manatee Spotted Off R.I.
WARWICK, R.I. Aug 21, 2006 (AP)— An endangered manatee made a rare appearance in Rhode Island waters during the weekend, a state marine biologist said.
The manatee was seen Sunday in Greenwich Bay off the coast of Warwick. The large marine mammals are usually found only in the warm waters of Florida and the Carolinas. The animal was not spotted Monday.
Manatees eat salt marsh grass, algae and seaweed, said April Valliere, a state marine biologist. Water temperatures have been unusually warm, she said, which probably allowed the manatee to follow food sources so far north.

Hard to believe that there are still some who consider climate change and global warming a fallacy. What's next I ask? What next?


Related Post here(with music!).

August 11, 2006

Ultimate Physicist Fighting Championship

-Albert Einstein: "God does not play dice with the universe"

-Niels Bohr: "Who is Einstein to tell the Lord what to do?"

Though the debate originally mainly concerned quantum physics, its metaphysical & even theological implications are unavoidable.

What do you think, my esteemed readers? Does God roll Dice? At the casino? By the alley? At the Rotary Club on Sundays while nursing a warm Budweiser?

Related reading here...& here.

I'll be reciting the mantra below...see if it gives me guidance.

The Blue Drone gets spammed...likes it.

Spam was delivered to the Blue Drone's Work Inbox this morning. After a very brief moment of annoyance, he noticed a series words below a link offering special prices on imitation designer wristwatches. The Blue Drone scoffs at time-keeping devices; time is but an invention of puny little humans and betrays their petty little ambitions of futilely making schedules and re-organizing omnipresent chaos. I chortle at them! And I'll bend time just to toy with their perceptions!
Yet...the words that followed, albeit apparently random, trascended any faux-marketer's bottom line:

ink sac low-living team boatcharity school quasi cultivation treasury warrant two-rowed set up short-distance sea wand queen cat mountain foxtail drain repairer Basonga-mina silk mercer towel gourd pock-fretten soul-wounding gaming contract powder flask filly-folly sapta-matri right-angle drop stitch

I found myself reading them over and over again, until they almost had the tone and melody of a mantra. I certainly will repeat the words this evening, hoping that it will at least help with my insomnia and send me to slumber...or make me purchase a fake Louis Vuitton bag.

August 7, 2006

The Blue Drone takes a picture of a picture...

Philadelphia, PA. Saturday August 5, 2006. 1:24 p.m.


I was reading a short story by my friend Viudabella should go read it(En español), good noirish tale...which reminded me a bit of the Third Man, which in turn reminded me of its most famous quote by the character played by Orson Welles, who while still not fat and kooky like we all love him, was well on his way. It went a little something like this:

"Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. "

A bit disturbing, yet it contains a grain of truth. Case in point: Sweden. A country that save for Ingmar Bergman has only produced very very awful pop music bands...and IKEA.

August 4, 2006

The Blue Drone Asks:

How can one be able to achieve the rank of Psychic Ninja Master when one's trait of transparency in thought and action serves more as a burden than an ability? Should one learn surreptitious, shrouded, and concealed ways? The fate of the world rests on your wise counsel.
On this I shall meditate under the Bohdi Tree as I wait for your answer, Sensei.

Naaah...Bohdi Tree is too far away, an elm will do.

August 3, 2006

On Goth Night...and other linguistic missteps.

"Schadenfreude! Schadenfreude! Ja!" was one of the running jokes at the bar, spoken in a faux "Dieter from SNL" tone... "Ja Ich bin expert in den Schadenfreude Ja". I had experienced this Schadenfreude once or twice before... pleasure from the pain of others, yes, I must admit...I am a human-drone after all, and there is a certain aspect of karmic justice within it when it involves those who have wronged you. As Mel Brooks is quoted as saying: "Tragedy is when I cut my finger, comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die."
'Schadenfreude', also happens to be the name given to Goth Night at a nearby bar conveniently located on the way to my house.
Two nights ago...
I had finished tackling a crossword puzzle that WAS meant to be finished...I sipped on my 'High Life'-how it came to be known as 'The Champagne of Beers' still boggles my mind-and took two final drags off my cigarette, bent on leaving the still-empty bar to look for, how should I put it, greener pastures?
After visiting some fine establishments along the way, I decided to call it an early night and head home...but something lured me into this "Schadenfreude Goth Night"...mayhaps it was the chance for one last drink before I lay to an early slumber...mayhaps it was my restlessness.
It was dark, of course...and nobody smiles. A tall skinny pale guy stands near the stage, bad haircut, bad tattoos...he is not happy, he is not even content with his task of repeatedly hitting the electronic drum-kit in the same beat. Close to him stands another who goes through the same motions, and who, unsurprisingly looks just like him, except he has a better elecronic drum-kit. He also looks unhappy.
Strangely enough, their sadness enlightens me not. Am I not supposed to feel pleasure at their seeming displeasure? Yet it still eluded me.
I pace, lean by the bar and glance at another who nurses a drink and plays with her necklace twisting it around her fingers...dour, beaten expression in her face. She is very sad. And I am still not happy.
And why goth? Gothic perhaps, but not goth. Black lace and bad taste in clothes and music a goth does not make. I refuse to compare the people who conquered and settled large swaths of the former Western AND Eastern Roman Empires with the people who conquered...uhm, well... 'Hot Topic'! A group of helmeted barbarians dancing while wearing leather armor and swinging their maces and swords...that I'd pay money to see.
I look at the bartender. At this point I decide that I do not really need another drink. She looks tired, and very un-goth like. She is not having a good time. And I am still not happy; worse yet, I feel empathy for this service employee...and share her dissatisfaction at such a mediocre example of a "theme" night. My efforts have surely backfired. And I remember that the only people smiling were the two that relieved me of five dollars at the door. I'd been had, I'd been Schadenfreud'ed!!!
After a short time, I decide that the remainder of my night out is better spent buying some groceries at Safeway and end up dining on sweet green peppercorn salami with swiss cheese on a baguette...a pleasure, and one that did not depend on the pain of others, save the pig, the dairy cow, and the underpaid bakery employees. Now THAT is Schadenfreude.

August 1, 2006

The Blue Drone says:

It's better just to fantasize about feeding your good-for-nothing, imbecilic overseers to a pack of sex-starved baboons and hungry hyenas rather than actually doing it.
...They might give the poor beasts one serious indigestion/infection.

Upset...Angry? Me? Never!!

NOTE: This has nothing to do with current know, over there...