I'm getting beaten up pretty badly by the SG editors here for trying to uphold some sense of journalistic ethics and responsibility; check it out, and join in if you agree with my points please. Or even if you don't!
Check this out:
http://suicidegirls.com/news/politics/4068/
and this:
http://suicidegirls.com/groups/News/journals/60687/

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Paradoxical indeed

I haven't read "Homage to Catalonia" yet. None of the libraries here carry it and I can't afford to buy it

I hope that you are well.
*hugs*,
RM
If Bush were to show up, I am sure he would find himself lost on the shelf somewhere.
Penguins are indeed edible, they taste like shit I am told, because of their high fat content. Though I know the Antarctic forefathers did consume both adults and babies.
I think about that scenario often considering how shitty things are going in the North lands. I am rather content to be here for a very long time.

~cheers
Pinky the cat 1, poor cop nearly zero.

--l*P
the taxi drivers are HAWT.
The real joy in Lem is reading him and his wonderful English translator. Some of my favorites: Solaris, Memoirs Found in a Bathtub, The Futurological Congress, The Investigation.
I'm definitely looking for The Futurological Congress. One of my favorite parts of Solaris (the book) is when the boffins are arguing with each other.
The Tartovsky film is beautiful but very slow-paced. It has an added weirdness to it seeing this future world full of Soviet military and cosmonauts.
There's a Greg Bear book like that... atavistic. I think it was Eon?
I also suggest if you like Lem and Dick that you check out Stand on Zanzibar and The Sheep Look Up and The Shockwave Rider by John Brunner.
So I shall, thanks.
And as far as video, check out "The Prisoner" if you haven't. Its the grand-daddy of all cyberpunk and features very Dick-like themes. Since it doesn't seem all that dated now (except the music perhaps) its hard to remember what a mindfuck it was 40 years ago. Also Dangerman (UK)/Secret Agent Man(US re-edit, in some cases reshot), which was the prequel also with Patrick McGoohan as the Drake chracter, goes back into the 50's and is still ultra-cool. Very very dry and witty.
Just downloaded a couple episodes, thanks again!
~cheers
~cheers
Michael Buerk watching Phillipa Forrester cuddle up to a male astronomer for warmth during BBC1's UK eclipse coverage remarked: "They seem cold out there, they're rubbing each other and he's only come in his shorts."
Ken Brown commentating on golfer Nick Faldo and his caddie Fanny Sunneson lining-up shots at the Scottish Open:...
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hahahahha!
YORBA LINDA, Calif. -- The casket seemed too small a container to hold the larger-than-life figure of Richard Nixon.
The four Marines standing motionless around the box stared forward as the crowd of mourners, which had waited eight hours in an unusually cold California evening, paid its last respects.
There was a feeling of forgiveness, of Christian forbearance in the air, as Nixon's remains came home.
For some outside the Nixon Library and Birthplace, emotions heavy and sad ruled the day. "People always make so much of others' mistakes," an almost-tearful teenaged girl told her friend early Wednesday as they waited to file by Nixon's closed casket. "They never talk about their own mistakes. They always want to judge you."
For others, it seemed impossible. Nixon dead? No way. Here was the man who knew Mao and Churchill, whose knack for going straight to the jugular was legendary, whose appetite for revenge was matched only by his endurance. If anyone could cheat death -- or strike some sort of devious bargain to forestall it -- it would have been Nixon. His relentless thirst for knowledge, to engage in debate, to vanquish his enemies, could only be stilled by death.
Outside, the line to see Nixon stretched on and on. Around 42,000 people in total paid their respects to the 37th President of the United States. The so-called Silent Majority was no longer silent in its grief, as Bob Dole noted. Some were there to mourn, others to gawk, and others were just enjoying -- or not, as the temperature dropped into the low 50s -- a night out.
"I'm sure as hell not standing in this line for Reagan, so don't even ask," a middle-aged man told his wife as they took their place at the end of the line, past the Yorba Linda Community Center, near highway 91.
One thinks, passing by the box, that Nixon couldn't possibly be contained there, in that small space; he was too crafty for that. One pictures him watching the scene via closed-circuit camera from a hidden anteroom, no doubt planning his next takeover as part of a caretaker government.

To St George's Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Came to show the people' s will
They defied the landlords
They defied the laws
They were the dispossessed
Reclaiming what was theirs
We come in peace, they said
To dig and sow
We come to work the land in common
And to make the waste land grow
This earth divided
We...
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