Friday, August 31, 2012

Blue moon........


What the Moon Brings


By H. P. Lovecraft



I hate the moon—I am afraid of it—for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous.



It was in the spectral summer when the moon shone down on the old garden where I wandered; the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas of foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams. And as I walked by the shallow crystal stream I saw unwonted ripples tipped with yellow light, as if those placid waters were drawn on in resistless currents to strange oceans that are not in the world. Silent and sparkling, bright and baleful, those moon-cursed waters hurried I knew not whither; whilst from the embowered banks white lotos blossoms fluttered one by one in the opiate night-wind and dropped despairingly into the stream, swirling away horribly under the arched, carven bridge, and staring back with the sinister resignation of calm, dead faces.



And as I ran along the shore, crushing sleeping flowers with heedless feet and maddened ever by the fear of unknown things and the lure of the dead faces, I saw that the garden had no end under that moon; for where by day the walls were, there stretched now only new vistas of trees and paths, flowers and shrubs, stone idols and pagodas, and bendings of the yellow-litten stream past grassy banks and under grotesque bridges of marble. And the lips of the dead lotos-faces whispered sadly, and bade me follow, nor did I cease my steps till the stream became a river, and joined amidst marshes of swaying reeds and beaches of gleaming sand the shore of a vast and nameless sea.



Upon that sea the hateful moon shone, and over its unvocal waves weird perfumes brooded. And as I saw therein the lotos-faces vanish, I longed for nets that I might capture them and learn from them the secrets which the moon had brought upon the night. But when the moon went over to the west and the still tide ebbed from the sullen shore, I saw in that light old spires that the waves almost uncovered, and white columns gay with festoons of green seaweed. And knowing that to this sunken place all the dead had come, I trembled and did not wish again to speak with the lotos-faces.


Yet when I saw afar out in the sea a black condor descend from the sky to seek rest on a vast reef, I would fain have questioned him, and asked him of those whom I had known when they were alive. This I would have asked him had he not been so far away, but he was very far, and could not be seen at all when he drew nigh that gigantic reef.



So I watched the tide go out under that sinking moon, and saw gleaming the spires, the towers, and the roofs of that dead, dripping city. And as I watched, my nostrils tried to close against the perfume-conquering stench of the world’s dead; for truly, in this unplaced and forgotten spot had all the flesh of the churchyards gathered for puffy sea-worms to gnaw and glut upon.
Over those horrors the evil moon now hung very low, but the puffy worms of the sea need no moon to feed by. And as I watched the ripples that told of the writhing of worms beneath, I felt a new chill from afar out whither the condor had flown, as if my flesh had caught a horror before my eyes had seen it.



Nor had my flesh trembled without cause, for when I raised my eyes I saw that the waters had ebbed very low, shewing much of the vast reef whose rim I had seen before. And when I saw that this reef was but the black basalt crown of a shocking eikon whose monstrous forehead now shone in the dim moonlight and whose vile hooves must paw the hellish ooze miles below, I shrieked and shrieked lest the hidden face rise above the waters, and lest the hidden eyes look at me after the slinking away of that leering and treacherous yellow moon.
And to escape this relentless thing I plunged gladly and unhesitatingly into the stinking shallows where amidst weedy walls and sunken streets fat sea-worms feast upon the world’s dead.

Lou Reed- Transformer [Full Album]

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Time to head to the "High Country".................

Spent the last couple weeks at a higher elevation....





“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity...”


― John Muir











Oh....Lots of Rock Art...............

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

We were that generation called "silent,"

But we were silent neither, as some thought, because we shared the period's official optimism nor, as others thought, because we feared its official repression. We were silent because the exhilaration of social action seemed to many of us just one more way of escaping the personal, of masking for a while that dread of the meaningless which was man's fate.














Some Days..........




.........If a dump truck full of shit fell out of the sky and landed on your head, The scent of Roses rising from your filth ridden body would permeate the air.....





What is this? A Panorama Shot? Did someone get a new camera?

And a side note....the peak in the background is Naatsisʼáán

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Mesa Verde cliff dwelling in danger of collapse

Archaeologists at Mesa Verde National Park say a crack is threatening the southern half of the park's largest and most famous cliff dwelling.





The crack was discovered last summer but it’s not the only problem archeologists are working to fix. Cliff Palace was built on a sloping alcove floor and, over time, it has been sliding downslope. Dripping water has been a long-standing problem too but water is now being rerouted away from the building.





Article





Site History: Cliff Palace

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Something to think about....,.


“It’s no wonder we don’t defend the land where we live. We don’t live here. We live in television programs and movies and books and with celebrities and in heaven and by rules and laws and abstractions created by people far away and we live anywhere and everywhere except in our particular bodies on this particular land at this particular moment in these particular circumstances.”





Derrick Jensen, Endgame, Vol. 2: Resistance

We don't need you any more.......

Dead Kennedys - 1985 - Frankenchrist Full Album




I have got to get a pair of these.......

Shoes Made From Human Skin



Skin from George’s thighs, chest and face was removed.....







Monday, August 13, 2012

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Yellow Cat

Uranium deposits around the Moab area first attracted miners in the 1890's, but none of the mines paid off until the Atomic Energy Commission increased demand during the Cold War in the 1950's.



Soon fortune hunters came in large numbers, and there were many profitable mines located around Yellow Cat Flat and The Poison Strip. The area had a large collection of miners, prospectors and profiteers.



There are numerous audits tunneled into the hillsides. These mines were often abandoned as fast as they sprang up leaving workings, ore hoppers, cabins, vehicles and equipment to rot and rust.


A canvas teepee stradled the railroad tracks.....


World's Most Powerful X-Ray Laser Beam Refined to Scalpel Precision



Science Daily

The Gaming Rock













ACAB

It's The End of The World as We Know it .....And I feel fine.....





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Sunday, August 5, 2012

Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome (HPS) is a severe, sometimes fatal, respiratory disease in humans caused by infection with a hantavirus......

Due to the small number of HPS cases, the "incubation time" is not positively known. However, on the basis of limited information, it appears that symptoms may develop between 1 and 5 weeks after exposure to fresh urine, droppings, or saliva of infected rodents.



Early symptoms include fatigue, fever and muscle aches, especially in the large muscle groups—thighs, hips, back, and sometimes shoulders. These symptoms are universal.



There may also be headaches, dizziness, chills, and abdominal problems, such as nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and abdominal pain. About half of all HPS patients experience these symptoms.



Late symptoms: lungs fill with fluid, shortness of breath



Four to 10 days after the initial phase of illness, the late symptoms of HPS appear. These include coughing and shortness of breath, with the sensation of, as one survivor put it, a "...tight band around my chest and a pillow over my face" as the lungs fill with fluid.