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So there is a moment in Kaufman's Synendoche, New York That the hero's alter-ego throws himself off the top stage And dies a horrible death, face down in the fake concrete Skull crushed to oblivion for nothing more than the love Of the box office. Or is it the girl whose name is on your breath? Or is it the woman whose house burns continually And kills her, eventually, or the wife whose shower Runs continually, who is never there for you to clean But you clean, anyway, and sleep in the walk in Hoping to avoid the disaster that is imminent He cries, before he takes his deadly doppleganger plunge "You don't see other people! You only care about yourself!" Or something like that. Where does that take us? What are we to say to such A suicide plunge? How do you feel about yourself these days? Have your noticed skin lesions? Strange moles? How are your bowel movements? But it is all fine, because the hero survies The hero moves on in his existence of me and me And ...

Butter Cows Originally uploaded by ribizlifozelek How could I miss the State Fair for 10 years in a row now? I used to like going to the fair--particularly visiting the animal stables, and admiring how their owners had preened and spiffed up beyond recognition their cows or sheep or pigs. Further on, the chicken house was always unbelievably noisy, given that chickens are perhaps the noisiest bird known to man (save perhaps the previously-mentioned magpie) and not only cackle, but crow, and guffaw, and screech through most of the day. I also quite enjoyed going to look at the prize vegetables and wondered how in the hell they could get them to last not just through a county fair but through a state fair as well. It was a wonder of modern agriculture to me. Of course I never considered that they put in different vegetables to replace their county fair winning entries, but that would take the magic out of it. Then, of course, there are the oddities of the State Fair--the butter co...

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331/365: I claim this land for everyone Originally uploaded by Theorris One of the best things about the Western United States are the vast tracts of public land. Those who live or have lived in other parts of the United States or other countries where public land is rare certainly can understand the crushing limitations when most of the land is privately held. While there may be arguments about its use, one would hope that the principal of public land and the freedom it represents will be continued in the West. Public land, such as shown here up Big Cottonwood canyon near Salt Lake City at Solitude Ski Resort, can be put to multiple use. Not only is it a forest with a plethora of plants and animals, but it can support a ski resort and my beloved disc golf course. Of course, such multiple use of land use must be in moderation and conservation should be kept in mind, lest we lose this precious commodity. I do not use the term "commodity" lightly. One should be careful in tal...

328/365: Brightness of literacy Originally uploaded by Theorris The Philadelphia Free Public Library is closing (hopefully just temporarily): libwww.freelibrary.org/closing/ . SLC's Library System seems to be in fine shape, however.

318/365: Labor Day Eve! Originally uploaded by Theorris This is the eve that all good workers get a lump of coal for the upcoming winter from the Ghost of Samuel Gompers.

A friend of mine really hates "singer/songwriters." My questions to you, oh reader, is 1) what exactly is a singer/song writer? and 2) do you agree? Is it just the solo act guy who stands up there on his own, exposed to the world, and strums or strokes his musical instrument for all the world to judge without the collaboration of other musicians that my friend objects to? Is that really where we are in music these days? Is it the solo person who makes the difference? I can see that. Not to get all pornographic on your asses, but that does seem like, at l east, watching a Tijuana sideshow or, in the macro a modern-day bard who should have remained in the safety of his or her coffee shop . (Pause.) But to retain the pornography, all that solo singing and songwriting is about getting laid now, isn't it? (Pause.) Maybe that is the ultimate objection to "singer/songwriter" music. It is either self-indulgent or just about seducing whomever you want to seduce...