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Salt Lake Tribune - Grazing ruling a blow to counties : "'It'll be interesting to see what happens if there is no longer state money,' he said. 'I can't see these ranchers spending their own money, but I've been wrong before.' " Of course they won't spend their own money; they like to use collective land (that is, BLM/Forest Service land for uber uber uber cheap fees) and collective money (that is, state tax dollars) as if it is all their own and only theirs. Funny how these conservative folks love welfare when it is about their own welfare, isn't it? I also enjoyed the specious "these wilderness people only want to protect their precious hiking trails from the unsightly presence of cows" argument some where in the piece. Do you think they really believe that argument?

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deseretnews.com | Taylorsville settles in animal rights suit : "The suit was filed after the city and Mayor Russ Wall relegated UARC members to a city-created 'free speech zone' during the city's 'Taylorsville Dayzz' celebration last July. Activists said they were handing out pamphlets and talking to patrons about animal cruelty in the food industry when they were told by city officials they must stand in the 'free speech zone' near a parking lot and away from the events and crowd traffic." And now Taylorsville has to dole out $15K for their strident desire that no one be upset at their interestingly spelled craptastic kitsch festival. Why didn't they just go for "Taylorzzville" too? That would violate all bounds of free speech, I should think.

Too much beer Not enough pussy And a nagging at his mind That he is not and never will be Enough So he slumps there, Bus-stop-waiting, Holding his breath every Once in a while To see what it is Like To imagine the blackness He'd stare up at without Knowing or maybe knowing Until his eyes rot In their sockets At least it would be quiet No heart pounding because Of too many cigarettes No bratty kid wailing in The backroom No thought No nothing As the bus pulls up he Scratches out his cigarette On the concrete and sticks The unconsumed portion In his front pocket

Belt buckle art , originally uploaded by Theorris . My artist friend Kali makes belt buckles and whatnot. This one is 8 penny nails and a washer. It turned out great.

The inimitable Hightouch Megastore is throwing a dinner party this evening. I don't know why, but it seems appropriate to write about it. I don't normally write about such social gatherings. It might be because I am eager to see the remnants of her erstwhile meadow (forceably destroyed by the West Jordanarian Garden Uniformity Polizei. I also wish to meet her rambunctious dog and the less-rambunctious dog she rescued some months ago. Oh yes and I want to see the bamboo floor in the study. Hightouch also seems to be quite the cook, so I look forward to eating well. Perhaps a $30 lemon pie is in order? I don't think I will take my camera as that seems too intrusive. I've purchased both white and red wines for the occasion. I suppose getting a chardonay and a cabernet sauvignon is a bit pedestrian, but I've come to like them again. One review called the cab "uninteresting." We'll see. Update: the dinner was very good and the wine was interest...

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Totalitarians really love motley metaphors, macerated in trope, hyperbole, and the mundane: 1) super man 2) sun 3) leader 4) life But of course Lenin was dead when the film was made. Filleted by chef Stalin and served to the people: Zharkoye for the starving. Long ago the sun had set: his brain ruptured in what would be the death throes of his revolution's sunrise. I told you they love the remixed mix-up metaphor, so why shouldn't I? And the masses, they eat it all up. They lick their plates clean: A) potatos B) mindlessness C) sunshine Love equals mindless devotion as the buried tuber loves the sun. Or are they eaten? Flesh picked from their bones by the Party? Maybe I don't understand because I'm not a totalitarian matre d' or a dirt farmer or a canibalistic star sending out rays to be thoughtlessly absorbed and converted, eventually, historically, emphatically to vodka or maybe it is because I am not a potato? Stick boys Stick

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1) Badly Draw Boy 2) Sigur Ros 3) Detroit Cobras I'm not sure how they fit into a omelet-enhanced morning of a lingering headache, but they do: 1) The sun is caught on the louver blinds like in a film noir . 2) The hot pepper from the south forty was particularly hot. 3) A picture of an old girlfriend is nestled underneath the wires by my computer. Those are the links in numeric order. And now it is this, out of the somewhere between me and the text splayed on the screen: And then they drove me to an Albertson's outside of Boise And took me into a back room. And they said the wanted to balance my checkbook; and they said they wanted to organize my receipts and itemize my expenses and that I had the key to a saftey deposit box, with treasury bonds and the key to another safety deposit box where I'd stashed away the only pewter pocket watch that ever belonged to Joseph Smith's Great-Great Uncle's Brother-in-law. (Fiery Furnaces, Bitter Tea , "Oh Sweet Woods....