Dog Days Yummy

Definition dog days
noun
the hottest period of the year (reckoned in antiquity from the heliacal rising of Sirius, the Dog Star).

I found this Dog treat on the internet and just had to share. The dog days of Summer will be here soon. I am making this for my Baby dog. 

Picture is kind of fuzzy but the recipe is great. If the Dog does not like this, I will try them myself. I think I will try one anyway. I like peanut butter and banana. 

New York Public Library

I found the New York Public Library Digital Collections. What a great resource for everyone. 

"The site is a living database with new materials added every day, featuring prints, photographs, maps, manuscripts, streaming video, and more."

These images come from the Collections for Designers - Ornament and Pattern:
Pre Victorian to Art Deco. 

The Miriam and Ira D. Wallach Division of Art, Prints and Photographs: Art & Architecture Collection, The New York Public Library. "1. Foliage; 2. Foliage; 3. Flowers and foliage" The New York Public Library Digital Collections.

The material in the collections is a treasure chest of graphic and abstract design. I spent a long time just poking about and I have not exhausted the resource yet.

The provenance of the abstract Tulips.

The Miriam and Ira D. Wallach Division of Art, Prints and Photographs: Art & Architecture Collection, The New York Public Library. "[Multicolor tulip shapes; on purple field.]" The New York Public Library Digital Collections. 1930.

The Miriam and Ira D. Wallach Division of Art, Prints and Photographs: Art & Architecture Collection, The New York Public Library. "Cretonne imprimée." The New York Public Library Digital Collections. 1926. http://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/510d47e2-ae3e-a3d9-e040-e00a18064a99

A New Play...maybe...

This is a Living Script. It transforms. All the work belongs to me. I said I was not going to do any more theatre. I must be out of my fucking mind to be doing this again. NONE OF THIS IS CONSECUTIVE. Nowhere near continuity,  This is what my handwritten notes look like when I write on paper. When I figure out how to draw the set etc. I will include.

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Donnie Bonespurs

Wanted to be Prez.

Quick he hired an audience

To claque for what He sez.

See my swagger? G.O.P.

I will grab your pu^^y.

You will elect me.

Just you wait and see.

Donnie Bonespurs

Got elected Prez.

Everybody gasps and laughs

At all he does and he sez.

Pesterbee!
He's oozing all over me.
Fat right winger on a spree,
Peddling God for the GOP.

Suckabee!
Calling me 'slut' for a fee,
To take The Pill from me,
Peddling shame and eternity.

Hucksterbee!
Left FUX Snooze TV,
To run for the Presidency
An act of cupidity.

Refrain:
Just ignore the crucifix in the parlor.

Suckabuck sells Jesus for the dollar.

 

So we have to put The Holy Man the Priest in this comedy. He has appeared. Is it a Tango?

ok so today I feel this is all crap it is crap but I wrote one good thing:
Marjorie Taylor Green.
Obscene obscene obscene.
Go back to Georgia.
Here's a bus ticket for ya.
Sit down STFU, Peach Queen.
- Selah

I think The Lovers are Bonesaw and Miss Twinkle  - no sex this is a love song truly and it is the most intimacy the closest tenderness our villain has in its life or will allow    love your villain   know your villain  i need more verses

Oh no a wrinkle. Come here Miss Twinkle. 

I need you now to take my spots away.

I cannot be dirty 

My look is what I have to make my way. 

May brain is fertile. Unlike that Turtle.   ////TERRIBLE BUT FUN

i wish i spoke poetry or music it would be so helpful cannot know everything................that is why I need to work with Others...shudder...

I need a name for Lady MacBeth. I was doing melatonin...but stupid obvious crass really not crass enough...suggestions if i still have anyone reading this mess? superhuman detachment like a survivor of war or someone stoned solid...worra worraha

Ingenue...stick with miss twinkle for now..  twinkle twinkle avatar how i wonder what you are 

This four line set belongs to the Chorus it is the bass base line

THIS IS BILLY AND THE CHORUS 

Billy Bonesaw 

Wants to be Prez.

Quick hire an audience

To claque for what He sez.

See my swagger? G.O.P.

I will grab Your pu^^y.

You will select me

Wait and see. 

Billy Bonesaw

Got elected Prez

Everybody gasps at

Everything he sez.

Characters are appearing:

Bill BoneSaw

Miss Twinkle

Babbits - Skip and Winona

Senor PuttingItIn as in golf

Dr. Woo - Man of Reason - always referred to this way 

Chorus

Avenatti (every female Italian gene in my body lusts after him I confess) is Harlequin

 

Senor PuttingItIn:

Rentboy, rentboy, life is sweet!

Come and do me when I tweet.

Commedia dell'Arte structure. The really good thing about working a modern subject through a classical base is the structure works so flexibly and perfectly. Test of a million Piazzas in a Cart. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose. Should there be a real cart? 

Billy Bonesaw is Pantalone and Il Capitano? Leering and bullying and lying. Not a buffoon.

BB is not the former guy. He is all the former guys. Stalin was not a buffoon. But it is about an American tyrant conman. worra worra 

No Melantonia...VictorAntonia? ...making me laugh...SenorPuttingItIn...order there needs to be order....

Senor PuttingItIn

Billy Bonesaw's man

Has his dangle done

Whenever Bonesaw can.

PuttingItIn hollers

Bozhe moy!

I just love my American toy. 

Got to do something with STEAM MY PANTS.

STEAM MY PANTS

WHILE I RANT MY RANTS.

oh baby pants my steam sssss     nothing nothing nothing wrinkle twinkle 

Oh no a wrinkle. Come here Miss Twinkle. 

I need you now to take my spots away.

I cannot be dirty 

(or even flirty...?) no reaching here sucks

My look is all I have to make my way. 

BILLY BONESAW

I am making a list

Checking it twice.

I will decide who is naughty or nice.

Black Helicopters coming to Town.

MISS TWINKLE

Oh Ma, 

I don't want to die. 

I don't think I can stand

To smell the Rivers fry.

...................................................................

CHORUS???? Bobbits????

News at noon - 

The President has a penis.

4  p.m. -

The President has a penis and he uses it. 

Enchanted evening -

The President has a lovely, loyal and intelligent wife; 

He has a penis and it is

Evidently the focus of conspiracy.

STEAM MY PANTS

WHILE I RANT MY RANTS.

oh baby pants my steam sssss 

CHORUS:

A Hero came from the morass

Whose balls are made out of brass.

In Stormy Weather

They clang together

And burn Billy Bonesaw in the ass. 
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Maybe Bobbitt funnier???? yeah but Sinclair Lewis????

MR AND MRS BABBIT alternately:

Bouncing Billy
Is having a shit fit.
Get Melantonia
To give him some tit tit.

We feeling desperate
Cuz DC is a cesspit.
And Billy Bonesaw
Is such a lackwit.

We can leave town
While He has his Hoe down.
Let's use the Prius
So no one will see us.

We need to dump DC.
Enjoy sweet liberty.
Ibiza is good
For you and me.

...................h.....................................

A Patron of mine has suggested I turn 4 years of doggerel into a performance piece. I am going to have to stop saying "I do not know what to do with myself." Always some miscreant with a suggestion around,

I am already thinking I need a Choreographer and Percussionist for performance. Maybe Temple will help me find a way to do this. I think I have the gravitas now to get this done...maybe...

I will combine material from the Bill Clinton era piece. A picture of America and...how power is exercised...and by whom...and sex...and drugs...and rock and roll...and filth and dirt...flags...drums...

I said I was not going to do any more theatre. I must be out of my fucking mind. 

I am going to develop the script here. Sort of like The Living Theatre this will be The Living Script. And it is for me. I really do not give a fuck what you think and I really do desperately care what you think. God help me. 

Hang on to your eyeglasses. This could get really sick and really boring...and really disconnected for awhile...like making bills and sausage...nobody has to read it...maybe nobody will?,,,god help me...please to throw money...no quarters...andiamo...

Andrea Dworkin Haunts Me -or- Ghosts of Protests Past

Every 68 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted. Every 9 minutes the victim is a Child. Only 25 of every 1,000 perpetrators will go to prison.

https://www.rainn.org/statistics

Now that REDpublicans are proposing to put women who abort a rape pregnancy in prison for more time than their rapist, I thought I would run this again.

I'm a radical feminist, not the fun kind. - Andrea Dworkin

The #MeToo Movement's power, and the chaos that has accompanied that power's expression, has me remembering Andrea Dworkin.

Ms. Dworkin was reviled for talking about pornography and the politics of rape and sex in the 70s. And is still reviled by folks making something off her strong back.

But what no one said, and what no one wrote in Dworkin's obituaries, was this: Dworkin's true legacy has been that far too many young women today would rather be bitten by a rabid dog than be considered a feminist. - Havana Marking 

Andrea Dworkin and I were in college in 1968. Different colleges. Irrepressible, furry, thinking/being Andrea is the activist Sister I turned to in my mind when I began reading #MeToo accounts. So I went looking for her and this quote sprang at me off the page. She died in 2005 and ironically has become even more relevant in 2018.

“I don’t believe rape is inevitable or natural. If I did, I would have no reason to be here. If I did, my political practice would be different than it is. Have you ever wondered why we [women] are not just in armed combat against you? It’s not because there’s a shortage of kitchen knives in this country. It is because we believe in your humanity, against all the evidence.” ― Andrea Dworkin

I publish these quotes out of context. With Andrea Dworkin there is so much context. 

Poster by Favianna Rodriguez. I am a fan.

I never met any of the New York media-darling Sisters in the flesh. I read them all religiously. Ti-Grace was the Southern Belle, Gloria was effective Seven Sisters, Valerie was Artist Nutz, Florynce the Cowboy Lawyer and Germaine was a Brit. What a Meme Bouquet.

In New Jersey we were busy looking up each other's vagina with speculums provided by nurses from NOW at house parties. We were not waiting for the government to say was okay we owned our bodies. We were learning menstrual extraction.

Why Andrea? She speaks to the burning core of my condition now the WombZombies are on the march again.:

“In her heart she is a mourner for those who have not survived. In her soul she is a warrior for those who are now as she was then. In her life she is both celebrant and proof of women's capacity and will to survive, to become, to act, to change self and society. And each year she is stronger and there are more of her.”
― Andrea Dworkin

 

UPTOWN FUNK - Attitude Adjustment - I NEED IT. Tired of crying.

Thus says the LORD: “A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping. Rachel is weeping for her children; she refuses to be comforted, because they are no more.”

“Dance is a song of the body. Either of joy or pain.” – Martha Graham

“We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.” – Friedrich
Nietzsche

“Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.” – Satchel Paige

Ethics. I think I am talking about Ethics. #2

So You Know Where I  Come From 

 
Born 1943 in an Italian Catholic 'hood.
Most Neighbors came from Calabria for work in the steel mill.
My Nonno came from Emilia-Romagna, so I have blue eyes.

Every Fall just as we did in Italy
We carry a statue of Madonna of Casandrino 

bedecked with flowers
on palanquin
to the Park with Music
and Feasting
and Knights of Columbus
and Girls dressed as Angels
and Boys carrying be tasseled golden banners.

 

Republican Conservatives have made Hunter Biden a symbol of Uncle Joe Catholic's decadence. Our media never chooses to make talktalk about his war hero Son who died. All we get to see is Hunter the Hound. Hunter just wants to feel good and live well and make bad Art. He makes hot new copy. 

Roman Catholic Conservatives have made Uncle Joe's membership in the Democratic Party a symbol of Joe Biden's Sin. Uncle Joe is to be shamed when he attends Communion is the plan. Dirty baby killer some chant. Makes hot new copy.

Jesus said at the Seder "Do this in remembrance of Me." Jesus loved absolutely. Jesus broke bread in Communion with Judas and Peter.  Peter who denied him. And Judas who left Communion with bread crumbs in his beard to get his reward from the Romans.

In my 'hood, a Neighbor who carries the story of that slutty Pagliaro girl or the Arcamone boy's arrest about everywhere, like a gift in a basket, is called Chiacchierone. That means bigmouth or chatterbox. That person is greeted by everyone and trusted by no one. And ghosted relentlessly, except at the tables of those equally despised, where they dine on cakes, wine and malice. "I say to you, they have their reward." That is what Jesus said. I say it is a damn shame that Malignant Scrupulosity is not painful, except to Others.

After the war, US personnel discovered a very large diary dictated by Goebbels. In it are his principles of propaganda. Leonard Doob's 1950 article details them from a translation of the diary by Louis Lochner (1948).

Goebbels' Basic Principles

Avoid abstract ideas - appeal to the emotions.
Constantly repeat just a few ideas. Use stereotyped phrases.
Give only one side of the argument.
Continuously criticize your opponents.
Pick out one special "enemy" for special vilification.

How shall we live in an age of Propagandists and Liars and Doom Merchants? What shall we do about all the pernicious talktalk marketing? 

I am not a powerful person. I am not rich, nor influential in any significant manner. I cannot unilaterally change the way the world around me runs, and I certainly cannot change what people think and say and believe. All I can do is live with integrity, and use that integrity as a platform for living the rest of my life. This living with integrity may not change anything, it may not sway anyone to my way of thinking (or any way of thinking). But it is all I have, and it is what I am committed to do. - Michael Boyle

 

Where is Benjamin Franklin when you need to talk to him? - UPDATE

I wrote this in 2017. Now this article from Wapo gives more substance to my alarm:

The U.S. says humans will always be in control of AI weapons. But the age of autonomous war is already here.

The Pentagon says a ban on AI weapons isn’t necessary. But missiles, guns and drones that think for themselves are already killing people in combat, and have been for years.\

Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote. - Benjamin Franklin 

Congress is not at all interested in what the American people want. And they have no plans to give us anything we want. That becomes more obvious by the day and the event. 

And the government (yours and mine) is working on robot soldiers to kill a lot of us when:

Scott Olsen - Getty Images

1. climate change produces riots because of famine and liack of potable water everywhere or 
2. there is an "American Spring." Mass civil rights demonstrations and food riots are so messy. 

Governments are planning to kill you and me only if necessary, of course. And they have the machines to do us now in great numbers. Right now. And they are working on improving them. And they have secret courts.

So stop with the "lizard people" and "they coming to take our guns, RickyBoy" conspiracy theories and wake up. Just because you are paranoid does not mean no one is following you. Wake the fuck up, World. We all have a big problem. A problem not amenable to retaliatory force. And we cannot solve it if we do not help each other.


UPDATE: Nobody read this much. Most folks probably dismissed my concern because they think I am a crackpot.

I am a crackpot. So the only argument I can extend is continuing to provide information. Talk me down. I am scared.

Progress on developing armed robot soldiers is continuing. As this article from WIRED asserts. I do not know what Franklin's concept of "well-armed" could be when we are confronted with such golems.

Killer Robots With Automatic Rifles Could Be on the Battlefield in 5 Years

• BY ALLEN MCDUFFEE
 

“They’re not just tools, but members of the squad. That’s the goal,” Lt. Col. Willie Smith, chief of Unmanned Ground Vehicles at Fort Benning told Computerworld. “A robot becoming a member of the squad, we see that as a matter of training.”

Darpa Robotics Challenge

UPDATE 2: 

Military Researchers Develop Corpse-Eating Robots

• BY JOHN SCOTT LEWINSKI  
 

From the file marked “Evidently, many scientists have never seen even one scary sci-fi movie”: The Defense Department is funding research into battlefield robots that power themselves by eating human corpses. What could possibly go wrong?

UPDATE 3:
If the Atlantic is writing about robots, robot weaponry and other golems, I guess I am not crazy paranoid after all.

If the Robots Kill Us, It's Because It's Their Job

Don't kill us, guys.

PATRICK TUCKER

UPDATE 4:
Is this a mosquito? 

No. It's an insect spy drone for urban areas, already in production, funded by the US Government. It can be remotely controlled and is equipped with a camera and a microphone. It can land on you, and it may have the potential to take a DNA sample or leave RFID tracking nanotechnology on your skin. It can fly through an open window, or it can attach to your clothing until you take it in your home. 

Read more At http://www.snopes.com/photos/technology/insectdrone.asp#pQ6D2qlAHs9yrW0o.99

Mud People Channel Posted This in the Interest of Public Welfare

"I am amazed and know not what to say." - Hermia, A Midsummer Night's Dream 

 

These Folks seem like might be fun people judging by other videos on their channel. They took the magnetism video down. I did not understand the intent of the video they posted to me. Fun? Satire? Serious warning?  They will not talk to me. And they opened the conversation. Just another case in which the comments are more fun than the post.

The Practical Limitations of Government or Dance Like It Is 1975

Because I am a Women's issues gadfly, I troll the Internet message boards for a chance to argue Women's issues. One argument I hear fairly often goes sort of like this: 

"No, you are not in control of your body because The Gummint makes laws about what you can do with it. You can't just take drugs, for example. Or prostitute."

Actually, I can take drugs if I so choose. And I have. I am astounded that anyone thinks The Rules keep people good. It plainly evident that it is humanity's goodness and longing for peace that keeps The Peace of the Rule of Law.

I can choose whatever I want and pay for it. The government has only two responses to behavior it wishes I would not do: prohibition and punishment. These are weak responses in the face of psychoses and/or casual and joyful wrongdoing. How so? Follow me.

I had to have a background check to do a job. I came up with a spotless record. I breathed a sigh of relief because I subscribe to the Rule of Law for the most part, I want my government to be effective and expect it to be, and I thought my Sin would surely find me.

My arrest in 1975 for growing 13 six foot tall marijuana plants in the greenhouse of my country home never showed up. Only time I ever got arrested. Somehow the Police got the idea that my house was the East Coast depot for all the Humboldt County Green. They sent a truck to tow away the bales of marijuana and three squad cars. I was out. They left me note: "Mrs. B, please come on over to the police station." So fully expecting to be slammed into the pokey, I ambled on over to the station house.

They booked me. I confessed to the Judge so they would let my innocent gardener go. The Russian carpenter living in the basement confessed too.  I plead guilty to Misdemeanor Cultivation of a Controlled Dangerous Substance. Cost me a $185.00 fine. Cops took the plants and the baggie with about a gram in it that belonged to Sergei.

All of this happened because the municipal dog catcher had the hots for me and came round to put the make on me one afternoon. I think, on the whole, that even though I had no house I could see out any window, and my nearest neighbor was two miles away, it was a mistake to swim naked in the pool.

Ah, the War on Drugs. The Gummint is not good at "controlling my body." And not good at keeping track of crime and Evildoers like me. Good thing I am not a psychopath and I am sober. Think how much trouble I could get into if I tried, know what I mean? And there are people out there trying every day.

So let us just shed the idea that order is imposed and can be imposed by the government without the cooperation of the people right now. I leave you with these thoughts from Lao Tzu translated by Herrymon Maurer.

Govern the country by regular rules;
Direct the army by cunning moves;
But win the world by avoiding fuss.
How do I know that this is so?
Inward light!

Beneath heaven,
The more rules and prohibitions there are,
The poorer the people become.
The sharper the weapons there are,
The greater the country's confusion.
The cleverer the people become,
The more cunning acts take place.
The more laws and orders there are,
The more thieves and robbers appear.

Therefore the sage says:
I do nothing,
And the people of themselves reform.
I love stillness,
And the people of themselves grow straight.
I don't fuss,
And the people of themselves get rich.
I don't want,
And the people of themselves grow simple.

When the law is dumb dumb,                      

The people are simple simple.

When the law is smart smart,
The people are broke broke.
Good fortune rests on bad fortune;
Bad fortune hides in good fortune.
Who knows the end of this?

It does not stop:
The normal turns into the odd;
The good turns into the weird.
Long have the people been in a stew!

Therefore the sage is
Severe, but he doesn't cut;
Exact, but he doesn't hurt;
Straight, but he doesn't strain;
Bright, but he doesn't dazzle.