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thoughts. is 10 years long enough ago?

Since Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the use of nuclear weapons in war has
been prevented but there have been consistent outbreaks of crisis in
which their use was a possibility. The following list summarizes past
incidents in which the United States contemplated the possibility of
using nuclear weapons.

  • 1946, March – Deployment of Soviet Army to Iran
  • 1946, November – Shooting down of US plane by Yugoslavia
  • 1948, January – Inauguration of a new Uraguayan President
  • 1948, Apr-Jun – Sealing off of West Berlin by Soviet Union
  • 1950, June – Break-out of war in Korea
  • 1953, August – Deterioration of Korean War
  • 1954, Apr-May – Offer to supply French in Vietnam w/ A-bomb
  • 1954, May – Guatemala chooses pro-Soviet policy
  • 1945, August – China’s liberation of Taiwan
  • 1958, July – Iraq military coup and Taiwan Strait crisis
  • 1959, May – Berlin issue
  • 1961, June – Berlin issue
  • 1962, October – Cuban missile crisis
  • 1968, January – Seizure of USS Pueblo by North Korea
  • 1968, February – Vietnam War (Battle of Quesan)
  • 1969, November – Intensification of Vietnam War
  • 1970, September – Invasion of Jordan by Syria
  • 1973, October – Desire to halt 4th Middle-East War
  • 1980, January – Desire to halt Iran Crisis
  • 1991, January – Anticipation of chemical weapons use by Iraq in Persian Gulf War

Journalling Listening to a Bob Dylan song called ‘Desolation Row’.

At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Go out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do.

Inspired to listen by the little icon there… rereading ‘The Watchmen’… it’s a fine bit of stuff, and it’s been about 4 years since I’ve last thumbed through… a lot of interesting currents run through it. The concept of time especially is an interesting one… not one I care to share. (All things have happened, and we’re just viewing it from one perspective… fate is set… digging up a quote now) “Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.” I prefer to keep (even if it’s an illusion) the concept of free will…and that different events have some real causality.

Fate’s a funny thing. I can see some comfort in everything being preordained… but then what’s the purpose? It’d be like living in a novel already written… interesting from the outside, but so impotent for the folks inside.

*ponderponderponder*

Journalling I don’t know what Life is. Except that it’s that Thing that happens after you’re born and before you’re dead. And that it is absurd, to borrow a term from Camus. I’m currently mostly digging it. Playing my recorder at the moment, working out a version of ‘Ring of Fire’…So caught up in playing, I didn’t realize the hour! I’ll see you kids in a little while.

Thinking good thoughts of Ornj, a good time to go to bed and dream. ๐Ÿ™‚ How I love her so.

something as I go… word for the day – pangram

A sentence that contains all the letters of the alphabet.

i.e.: The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

Other pangrams:
‘Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs’.
‘Waltz, nymph, for quick jigs vex Bud’.
‘Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz’.
‘Quick zephyrs blow, vexing daft Jim’.
“Mr. Jock, TV quiz Ph.D., bags few lynx.” uses only 26 letters.

Or maybe some in other languages:

French: ‘Portez ce vieux bon whiskys au juge blond qui fume’.
German: ‘Zwei boxkรคmpfer jagen Eva quer durch Sylt’.
Latin: ‘Gaza frequens Libycos duxit Karthagos tripumphos’.

I can’t find any in Spanish.

Deep thoughts

Boxing Day, and Journals…

Happy Boxing Day !

Boxing Day, popular term applied to December 26 in England, Wales, parts of Canada, and in some other countries of the Commonwealth of Nations. Traditionally, on that day the gentry would give presents, generally of money, to servants, tradespeople, and others of humble life. These presents came to be known as Christmas boxes. Boxing Day is a legal bank holiday… I’d love to get another day off….

Journalling Hmm… Today went rather well, all told, got together with the Mother, The Brother, and his Girlfriend briefly. (Maybe 2 hours total). Ate, exchanged gifts, and went home.

Newton was lovey and cool all this lovely 4-day weekend… I regret having to go back to work, but a 4 day week, then a 3 day weekend is coming up, so I can groove with it. Saw a few interesting job opportunities this weekend, and will continue to do more research… ๐Ÿ™‚

form word galaxies…

found a neat applet on word galaxies … applied my booby talk. ๐Ÿ™‚ we’ll see how it comes out.

other thoughts for tonight.

Games in my future –

More AOK2, of course! (wololo!!!)

got Red Alert 2 from Kevin for Xmas…

black & white looks neato…very pretty, and another empire building thing.

as does majestic!

Alice looks mean-spirited… saddens me. I saw a preview for it a few months ago, and it looked neat, now from the website I suspect I won’t be picking it up. mean.

woo. you kids have posted so much holiday hubbub… major scrollover. ๐Ÿ™‚

I missed ‘A Christmas Story’ this weekend! TNT only had it running 24 hours straight! ack! I want a Zappelin. I hate Meatloaf!!

booby talk…

Noir got me thinking of something I heard read on Doctor Demento, years ago..

(of course I wrote it down, and have since committed it to memory…)

Dual prize packages of rounded richness, twin curved cones of bouncing fun flesh, matched mountains of youthful tanned quivering exciting femininity, titanic orbs of temptation, happy hemispheres of lust, jaunty jiggling rotundities of passion–in a phrase…MY kind of breasts! – Anonymous Adult Pulp Fiction Hack

*giggles*

Oh! and I made it in under the 24 hour mark! ๐Ÿ™‚ *happy*

humph.

Feelings a little hurt (about at the stubbed toe level, will get over it pretty reasonably soon – no great trauma) … I see Ornj was online, but not interested in talking to me (This has happened a couple of times, just chafing a little bit) … Perhaps it’s because I spent all day yesterday gabbing with her, and she wants a break. I’m probably being hypersensitive, but a hello is always nice, as I’ve not seen her today.(Since we’ve met, 24-hours haven’t gone by without us speaking…I’m mushy about stuff like that. ) I suspect she thinks that she’d be obligated to just blab back and forth for hours…It’s not the case. Other suspicions are dead chat proggies, or busy goofing with FD folk recently re-met. I can be such an over-analysis guy…

*ponderponderponder*

Ah well, I’ll find out when I gab with her next.

Writer Profile

James Ellroy

Since the journal has gotten on a literary bent, I might as well continue the theme while the minutes tick away by telling you about one of the best writers I know of. James Ellroy began his career writing mysteries, novels that had a restless edge of deviant weirdness and a fetishistic noir sensibility. He achieved real notoriety with his novel THE BLACK DAHLIA, a fictitious exploration of an infamous murder case from 1940s Los Angeles. From there, he moved forward inexorably through time by means of a series of novels chronicling the unseen worlds of Los Angeles from the 1940s to the 1960s. As he did so, he emerged from the ghetto of “Mystery Fiction” to success as a critically-acclaimed author of plain old “Fiction.” His recent book,(1996, as opposed to 1989) AMERICAN TABLOID, is the first of a trilogy chronicling a larger world: American history, seen from the seamy side, going from 1960 up to about 1977 or so. AMERICAN TABLOID is the story of the Kennedy assassination, and like his other novels it includes a handful of characters from earlier books, chronicling their progression or (more commonly) disintegration over time.

One of the most interesting things about Ellroy is that with each novel two elements of his writing have progressed noticeably and dramatically: his style, and the characters whom he writes about.

In terms of style, Ellroy has moved from a dense, information-packed style typical of the noir crime novel to something far more impressive: a rapid-fire, slang-laden staccato stream-of-consciousness form of writing that can be hard to get your head around. A typical (of today) Ellroy passage quoted verbatim follows; the all-capitals are his:

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The hallway, the kitchen, there–
A clinch: his hands groping, hers grabbing knives.
Slow-motion numb–I couldn’t move. Shock-still frozen, look:
Knives down–in his back, in his neck–twisted in hilt-deep. Bone cracks–Glenda dug in–two hands blood-wet. Miciak thrashing AT HER–
Two more knives snagged–Glenda stabbing blind.
Miciak clawing the rack, up with a cleaver.
I stumbled in close–numb legs–smell the blood–
He stabbed, missed, lurched into the knife rack. She stabbed–his back, his face–blade jabs ripped his cheeks out.
Gurgles/screeches/whines–Miciak dying loud. Knife handles sticking out at odd angles–I threw him down, twisted him, killed him.
Glenda–no screams, this look: SLOW, I’ve been here before.

(from WHITE JAZZ, 1992)

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In terms of characters, his early novels typically chronicled that noir staple, the rough-edged cop or detective who was still on the side of justice and all that is good and true and worth loving. But as Ellroy wrote each novel, the characters moved more and more away from the ‘good and true’ and more towards the flat-out corrupt and depraved. The protagonists of AMERICAN TABLOID are bad guys, pure and simple. They’re mobsters, psycho cops, obsessive thrill-seeking military nuts, and every damn one of them is as crooked, corrupt, violent, and vicious as could be. Not a single one is out to follow some code of honor; they are the leg-breakers and the hit-men, the street-level losers and drifters who take the orders of the mob or Hoover or whoever. His latest novels tell the tales of those who do the dirty work and feel no guilt about doing so. Ellroy himself has said that he wants to take crime fiction and give it back to the bad guys, letting them be the stars of the book with no redeeming moral force to bludgeon the reader with a pat ending:

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“I want my readers to have an ambiguous response to my characters. I want my readers to identify with my characters on the level of their hidden sexual agendas. I want my readers to say, ‘Man, what a blast it would be to go back to 1952 and beat up faggots.’ Then I want them to realize, ‘Oh, am I really thinking that?’ In AMERICAN TABLOID, I wanted people to think ‘Yeah, what a fuckin’ blast, let’s whack out John F. Kennedy.’ I think crime fiction at its best is touching the fire and getting your hand burned.”

(from an interview in The Armchair Detective, vol. 28 no. 3)

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Ellroy is one of my favorite writers. Along with H.P. Lovecraft, I’d credit him as my most substantial inspiration. Where HPL has influenced my attitudes towards writing as an ideal, the work of publishing, and life in general, Ellroy has specifically influenced the way I approach the craft of writing. His books are amazing, awe-inspiring things that leave me gasping like a fish on the beach. Check out anything by him; you won’t be disappointed.

to my new friends..(and a reminder to the old ones) .. :)

Scotto sings, to Oliver!

o/~
Consider yourself at home.
Consider yourself one of the family.
We’ve taken to you so strong,
It’s clear we’re going to get along.
Consider yourself well in.
Consider yourself part of the furniture.
There isn’t a lot to spare.
Who cares? Whatever we got we share!
o/~

Glad to have you folks here, reading and saying hey every here and again. Regardless of what you celebrate, I hope that the holiday season and the new year treats you all with joy, kindness and peace you can possibly stand. ๐Ÿ™‚

*big huge honking bear hugs to all*

…. and to all a good night.