Whirlwind
whirlwind
- Location
- US
- Birthday
- December 31
- Bio
- Here to share some playfulness. My sinful righteousness. I am a man. I have been known to suffer a fool given the wrong circumstances.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Pulp Fiction: 3 Crumbs
May 27, 2012 02:35AM - Visual Crumbs
May 22, 2012 01:06PM - Smoke on the Horizon
April 27, 2012 06:20AM - Radical Abe Lincoln
April 22, 2012 11:20PM - Getaway
April 06, 2012 07:23AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Yeah, Doc was a real
down home aw schucks kind of
guy at
first glance. But
there…”
May 30, 2012 04:18PM - “Clicking on PJ's comment
in the activity feed on the
left
column of the cover
pag…”
May 29, 2012 12:51PM - “Interesting post,
complex topic. I personally
think you
detract from your
point w…”
May 29, 2012 01:00AM - “Finally an EP for one of
OS' most fascinating and
informative
bloggers. And
yes,…”
May 29, 2012 12:21AM - “Okay, I don't really
know how to take this
one.
If on the one
hand you take the
Y…”
May 22, 2012 02:47PM
Whirlwind's Links
Pulp Fiction: 3 Crumbs
Of course you have to know something about Quentin Tarantino's film Pulp Fiction for this post to make any sense, if not then maybe you want to stop reading here.
Alrighty then. Outta the blue, thinking about the film the other day these crumbs came to me when I… Read full post »
Visual Crumbs
Smoke on the Horizon
Give me all your bear fat
All your red berries too
I've come for your tobacco
And I'm taking the buffalo
I want all your arrowheads
Your woman on her knees
Blow my smoke into your sky
Chase the birds from your trees.
Radical Abe Lincoln
Letter from Abraham Lincoln to Andrew Johnson on March 26, 1863:
Hon. Andrew Johnson
My dear Sir:
I am told you have at least thought of raising a negro military
force. In my opinion the country now needs no specific thing so
much as some man of your ability, and… Read full post »
Getaway
An early morning helicopter
Chopping through the sky
Spotlighting the neighborhood
For the one who got away
Running from the whirlybird
Chopper's on my trail
I will hide here underground
Until I can make my getaway
My getaway
I'll make my getaway.
Pennies are on the bottom
The dimes are on the t… Read full post »
OS: Off the Map
Things change. For the first time since August 2008 Open Salon is not on my top 12 most visited web sites as provided by my Firefox browser. Three and a half years it had been listed there, never making it higher than #3 (behind Google and CNN), but always somewhere… Read full post »
Pluck and Harmony
I plucked a string to create a note
That vibrated throughout the empty room
Then I plucked two strings, a G and C
And contemplated their harmony.
While this minimalist spirit was afloat
I recalled a promise made to me
'If two have gathered in my name
I too will be in your company.'
A Night at the Clinic
"What did I see, what did I hear, that's all you ever want from
me," Clayton groused to Melissa as the attendants hovered all
around him, each busily working at his or her assigned task.
"But that's what you signed on for, Clayton."
"Nope. Just came in here for the… Read full post »
Two Crumbs
The queen is dead.
She was not our queen you ape, she was our sister.
---------------------------------------------------
Amuse.
There's a concept for you.
As in asea. Or astride.
Withness.
On top of.
Amuse.
With the muse.
Riding the muse.
Amuse me. Read full post »
Crumbs of Chance
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
Yo Stone.
'st los, hund.
Crumbs of chance is what is.
Crumbs of chance?
Yes. Crumbs of chance.
Oh. Yes, I see. Well, here's to crumbs of chance then.
Back at you, pal.
Cleofan and Clifian
Two lazy Brits walked into the Old English store
And saw cleofan and clifian for sale upon the
shelf.
I'll take the clifian said one to the clerk
To bind my sins ever hidden closer to the secret me
And I'll take the cleofan said the other
To… Read full post »
Venus, Hot and Rotten to her Core
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
They're asking why are we?
Ach. Typical. So few know where are we.
Well, I know where I am.
And where is that?
C'mon Doc. We're sitting on my deck looking at the stars. See,
there's Venus.
Ah, Venus. A planet. You know the Venuvian day… Read full post »
A Line in the Sand
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
So, let me get this straight. You think a line should be drawn in the sand?
Metaphorically speaking, yes I do.
By whom?
By the Occupiers. The 99%.
A line in the sand to signify... what?
A simple central… Read full post »
An Anthem for the Anarchists
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
What you feel like singing tonight, E?
I'm in the mood for some anarchy. I think I'll have a go at one I call The Occupier's Cadenza.
Well, let me get the old guitar down. What key you be in?
That would be the… Read full post »
Dodging the Lurk
Rise you up and meet the coming day
And hope you that no one has followed
To where they lurk at the lip of your nest
Waiting for you to make your next move
Slide you on by them beside the day
A shadow moving unseen amongst them
Share you not a word with… Read full post »
The History of Chuckleheads
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
I'm thinking tonight of chuckleheads.
Do you mean the propensity for certain anglo males to prepend to their response to every parry a hgyuh-hgyuh-hgyuh before their rejoinder? Those chuckleheads?
The very ones. And their variants.
East European Blues
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
Sing me some of those down home blues, E.
You ask me to tell you of the meanest thing that I have ever
seen:
The rage collected until the spirit unleashed spawns man's
inhumanity to man
Add to that the ones who point out the/… Read full post »
Bobul-san the Great
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
You know what else creeps me out about this place?
Was ist das.
There's no humor. No jokers, riddlers or wits. Oh a few. You know
who. But for the most part it's just so... forlorn.
Maybe even the whiff of desperation one senses at times?
Whiff? You mean stench. It/… Read full post »
It's All Relative
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
He told me even if I tied a pork chop around my neck nobody'd read my blog.
So, what did you say to him?
I told him I agreed and that if he and I were to launch a contest to live blog… Read full post »
Who's been talking?
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
Headline reads, Europe, Torn by a Culture Clash. You think?
Ach.
Ach? That's all you have to say? C'mon partner, that's your old stomping grounds they're talking about.
Ach. New topic please.
Don't suppose you want to hear a… Read full post »
A Very Fine Tremor
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
Interesting week so far. First the earthquake and now the hurricane.
Oh that's right. You were in the earthquake. Did you feel it?
Feel it? I was sound asleep. I woke up to it.
Bet that must have been weird.
Yeah, my bed is rocking and… Read full post »
The Kid from Holywood
No, I didn't misspell Hollywood, as in Hollywood California. It is Holywood as in Holywood, Northern Ireland, the birthplace of 22 year old Rory McIlroy, the current leader of the 2011 U.S. Men's Open Golf Championship at Washington D.C.'s Congressional Country Club.
The U.S. Open is one of professi… Read full post »
I hear you moan, I hear you moan...
CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
So, I'm sitting there thinking 'Is that my hard drive making that faint moaning whine of a sound?' and you gotta know I'm already a little paranoid after what happened with the power supply on that other box because it started out making a funny noise… Read full post »
Barry Bonds, laid low.
Whether or not Barry Bonds is convicted of lying to a federal grand jury and ends up serving time in prison (more likely house arrest) it will probably come as a relief compared to having to share with the world the testimony from his former mistress as to how his… Read full post »
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Updates
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Thank you, John Edwards
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The More Pervasive the Use of Business Analytics, the Better the...
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Out of Africa . . . er, Appalachia . . ?
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Foie Gras Fat Heads Face Finality
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Another "Neo" conservative escapes right wing's Matrix
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New Writers of Scientific Imagination
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Rhubarb Streusel Bars with Ginger Icing
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Time to Impeach and then to prosecute




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