the spitting image of him
silken threads drawn on her skin
the metaphorical sin
is me, it's me, not him.
before I grew the scaled wing
and flew the flame that bade me sing(e)
a forgotten reinterpreting
was me, is me, not him.
Friday, April 11, 2008
give aways to the datalist
Clues:
1) Mr. O and Mr. X: O and X are the symbols used to play that game of futility, tic tac toe (also symbols for hugs and kisses). O means inclusion, "oneness." X means pinpointing analysis, and by extension, exclusion, differentiation, classification. O is childlike, but often destructive in his need to "incorporate." X is viciously intelligent, with a natural aptitude for the occasional homicidal diversion.
2) The Ox-herding Pictures. This is a Zen "picture story" for the attainment of enlightenment. Ten pictures, in sequence, depicting a boy's search for, taming of, and forgetting of, the OX, representative of MIND. #8 depicts nothing but a circle; #9 depicts a nature scene ("return to the source"); #10 depicts Jizo, the bodhidharma that watches over the lost children, fat and generous.
3) The monkey thought it was all in fun.
4) The Monk, 'e thought it was "All in Fun."
5) The Monk, 'e thought it was "All En Fun."
6) "All En Fun" is an anagram for "Unfallen."
7) The key to translating the "Datalist" (Daedalus) is a poem written by the "Monk," with a reference (explicit or not) to the Daedalus/Icarus myth, a poem called "Unfallen."
1) Mr. O and Mr. X: O and X are the symbols used to play that game of futility, tic tac toe (also symbols for hugs and kisses). O means inclusion, "oneness." X means pinpointing analysis, and by extension, exclusion, differentiation, classification. O is childlike, but often destructive in his need to "incorporate." X is viciously intelligent, with a natural aptitude for the occasional homicidal diversion.
2) The Ox-herding Pictures. This is a Zen "picture story" for the attainment of enlightenment. Ten pictures, in sequence, depicting a boy's search for, taming of, and forgetting of, the OX, representative of MIND. #8 depicts nothing but a circle; #9 depicts a nature scene ("return to the source"); #10 depicts Jizo, the bodhidharma that watches over the lost children, fat and generous.
3) The monkey thought it was all in fun.
4) The Monk, 'e thought it was "All in Fun."
5) The Monk, 'e thought it was "All En Fun."
6) "All En Fun" is an anagram for "Unfallen."
7) The key to translating the "Datalist" (Daedalus) is a poem written by the "Monk," with a reference (explicit or not) to the Daedalus/Icarus myth, a poem called "Unfallen."
Upon opening the wax sealed envelope, there emerged a sound, a tinny recording of a familiar nursery song:
"All around the mulberry bush,
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey thought it was all in fun
The Monk, 'e thought it was All En Fun
The MONK, 'E THOUGHT it was ALL EN FUN
POP! Goes the weasel."
For a moment, Mr. O, Mr. X and myself stared dumbfounded, confused. It was Mr. X who finally broke the silence.
"Wot, that it?" he sniped. With his exquisitely manicured fingertips, he held a corner of the envelope, and shook it gingerly, as though expecting a spider to fall out. Nothing emerged. He glanced sidelong at Mr. O, then laughed a shivering kind of laugh. "An' here I was, expectin' the whole lot o' us to die in a cloud o'- wot was it called? Sarah gas?"
I cleared my throat nervously. "Sarin," I corrected, and then winced. What was I doing? Conversing with my would-be abductors?
"Eggs-actly," snipped Mr. X, punctuating his concurrence with a point of his thin and precise index finger. "Sarin. But instead of all o' us kickin' and sickin'-" and here, he grinned with his polished pearl knife-y teeth, "it'll just be you."
"All around the mulberry bush,
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey thought it was all in fun
The Monk, 'e thought it was All En Fun
The MONK, 'E THOUGHT it was ALL EN FUN
POP! Goes the weasel."
For a moment, Mr. O, Mr. X and myself stared dumbfounded, confused. It was Mr. X who finally broke the silence.
"Wot, that it?" he sniped. With his exquisitely manicured fingertips, he held a corner of the envelope, and shook it gingerly, as though expecting a spider to fall out. Nothing emerged. He glanced sidelong at Mr. O, then laughed a shivering kind of laugh. "An' here I was, expectin' the whole lot o' us to die in a cloud o'- wot was it called? Sarah gas?"
I cleared my throat nervously. "Sarin," I corrected, and then winced. What was I doing? Conversing with my would-be abductors?
"Eggs-actly," snipped Mr. X, punctuating his concurrence with a point of his thin and precise index finger. "Sarin. But instead of all o' us kickin' and sickin'-" and here, he grinned with his polished pearl knife-y teeth, "it'll just be you."
Eventually, it would become apparent.
The decay of his teeth, the dull and brittle character of his hair, the shadows under his eyes.
But while something beat within, and while there was somewhere to be, and something to do, he would be the bridge across the gaps, his tired eyelids would flutter open like the wings of a migrating bird, knowing that to sink and rest would mean plunging headlong, and forever, into a deep blue from which there was no return...
Tempting, that deep blue (and funny how that word "tempt" implied "time"), but it would have to wait for another day to claim him.
It would have to wait for the eventuality of his apparency, the inevitability of his collapsing holographic illusion of a life.
The decay of his teeth, the dull and brittle character of his hair, the shadows under his eyes.
But while something beat within, and while there was somewhere to be, and something to do, he would be the bridge across the gaps, his tired eyelids would flutter open like the wings of a migrating bird, knowing that to sink and rest would mean plunging headlong, and forever, into a deep blue from which there was no return...
Tempting, that deep blue (and funny how that word "tempt" implied "time"), but it would have to wait for another day to claim him.
It would have to wait for the eventuality of his apparency, the inevitability of his collapsing holographic illusion of a life.
My ETEC project
We had to make a short (1.5 minute) video on any topic "relevant" to university students. Here is my project, done on the Mac with iMovie (MACS RULE, BTW)...
Friday, April 4, 2008
A "creepy image", sent from Shari
Check this out!
http://cubo.cc/
I don't find it so creepy, she's actually kind of cute. But the red eyes? Maybe after hours of filming, your eyes would be red too.
http://cubo.cc/
I don't find it so creepy, she's actually kind of cute. But the red eyes? Maybe after hours of filming, your eyes would be red too.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Response to Critique of Naruto Theory, also more theories
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As you can see from this page from Chapter 386: the Mangekyou Sharingan REQUIRES killing one's friends. Thus, it cannot simply be acquired by means of vigorous training, as the critique of my theory implied. HOWEVER, this image does seem to invalidate my previous theory regarding the identity of Pain. I said that Pain had something to do with the younger brother of Madara Uchiha; we know that Madara stole his nameless younger brother's eyes, but I wasn't clear about his fate AFTER that. But it appears that, according to Itachi, that brother died as well ("And killed their siblings to make its power permanent!"). Thanks for the thoughtful critique! While I'm in Naruto mode, here are a few other theories: 1) I theorize that the reason Itachi was so easily defeated was that he didn't really want to fight his younger brother. He was "put up" to the task by Madara Uchiha. Thus, Itachi lost despite his superiority; his final gesture, the poke to the forehead that used to be an expression of "sibling affection" (?) was actually sincere, and was Itachi's way of telling Sasuke that, in the end, he actually did love his younger brother... Madara Uchiha, meanwhile, set the two brothers against each other, not caring who would win. Whoever did survive would be the next candidate for an "eye transplant." That, apparently, is where Madara and Zetsu are headed next. Before the black Amaterasu flames can consume Itachi's corpse and Sasuke's exhausted form, the two Akatsuki members will show up and steal Sasuke (AND Itachi's ring!!! Remember, that's what Zetsu always does, as a hunter-nin!)... 2) I STILL think Madara had something to do with Pain's creation. Of course, it is said that the Rinneigan originated with some mysterious "Sage of the Six Paths," but why is Pain subordinate to Madara then? It's interesting that "Rinneigan" seems to be translated as "Reincarnation" Eye... a kind of Buddhist theme... |
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