Wednesday, October 26, 2005

wicked

On the dark, in the wind. I ventured forth, and lost my dog, immediately since the tide is coming with the dark. I'm walking on the sand at pochet, pronounced poshay, by those in the know, though I've been here longer. Means land of all, or everyone's land, in the vernacular of the time, way longer than any of us. It was the one place they did not claim, so to me, it is sacred. And I see the ocean wanting this, and coming now,and now stronger. So we may have to walk, or swim, or sail. This was,and this will be. I welcome the world, that takes away our big thinking. There was once, in reality, an opening to the ocean. Our heavy thoughts about ourselves will change thus. So it is the same with conservative, or liberal, or any stagnant thought. Tell me the right thing to do is kill those that will invade a wildlife refuge. That is what we are doing now, and will do grossly, on Monomoy. We think we are in control. That is what I am outraged by. I am grateful to God for creating what we think is explained by us. We will not let it alone, whether it's manifest destiny or environmental political correctness. I count Cape Wind in the latter

Monday, October 10, 2005

Urinetown

I don't think I'll get to see this gem, but I've heard enough about it to say it must be worth seeing. I can't wait for other bodily functions to be boldly advertised on Route 6A. Come on, use your imagination. Many oars stuck in the mud were shocked and in awe of the filth we've embraced. Actually piss is clean compared to some of the stuff coming.
The premise is corporate control. Pay to pee, or die. Hey not so far fetched. I'm a proud leaver of poop on the beach and of course should be killed for it. I wonder at you folks smiling as you carry your hot doggie shit to the trash can, for some other poor sap to transport to a waiting incinerator. Politically correct, yes, but is it the right thing to do? And now comes our environmental 'parents' telling us urine has more nitrogen (the great enemy) than feces. So it's only a matter of time before you are chasing fido with some kind of glorified specimen cup. Don't pause for my laughter, arrest me.
So duh, enough other wags wag 'Urinetown', at the Cape Repertory Theatre- www.caperep.org . I guess they dropped the ertory from their name. Go see, and pee in peace.
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