Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Hey! American Rose! One for You


Waylon
Rose in Paradise/Good Hearted Woman


12 comments:

Alexander Münch said...

And one more !

http://goo.gl/V31KF
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American Rose said...

Ahhh. Thank you Alex. I could use the love as I'm catching a lot of flak these days with anti-pisslam postings. It takes a toll. So many out there who know nothing about pisslam. Very sad the story of Taseer and how the pukey Pakis are defending his murderer and threatening anyone who dare criticise their child-fucking prophet with death as well. Chilling. These people are insane and those that support them are completely deluded.

Thanks again.

Dag said...

Love that graphic, and appropriately dedicated.

midnight rider said...

Yeah, wish could take credit for it but I can't. Found it ouyt there in the ether.

Dag said...

That's where I find all my good ideas.

Dag said...

Doh!

American Rose said...

Dag, I keep notebooks on stuff I read in books, so I can go back and steal the ideas when I write that novel:)

Dag said...

Uh, gee, Rose, can I borrow it sometime....

Dag said...

Doh!

No, I mean, I do something similar.

When I was relatively young and still at university a friend gave me a journal for Christmas, and I immediately began indulging my hypergraphia to the point that, until I discovered the joys of the Internet, I have hundreds of volumes of neurotic scribbling on a bookcase that must go straight to the trash when my dead self is discovered some day by a complaining neighbour and a wary caretaker with too much experience of such discoveries. Yup, the blow by blow account of The Life (such as it was,) of Dag. But in those uncounted pages are hundreds and perhaps thousands of quotations from decades of reading. Oh, well, the books in their original still remain, not lost with my loss. Life goes on; and for some, on and on and on.

I recall the scene from Woody Allen in which he is facing death, his life flashing before his eyes, and suddenly he realises he's not even recalling his own life. Funny. Like Milton's Satan:

"Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n"

However, myself am not so much as the relief of others. Nice to have people about, free, and sometimes wild.

midnight rider said...

I've kept a daily journal for 20 yrs, sort of written photo albums. Helps with the when did this or that happen (especially useful in disputes with the wife when I know I'm right, even when I'm not).

But along your lines I also always carry a Moleskine for everything from quotes to don't forget to pick this up to ideas for posts to dentist appointments and kids dance recitals.

You can take my wallet but keep your hands off my Moleskine.

Dag said...

One thing I love about the Modern world beyond most other things off the top of my head is "privacy." Now, I know I do go on about toilets and sewers to some degree as being the most beautiful things about our world, and for those who've lived long years with only memories so such beauty it's easy to understand my feelings, but privacy must top even clean bathrooms.

Privacy, by which I mean ones private life, is the very stuff that makes a journal or appointment book more important than money. Privacy, the stuff of a book of daily appointments and doings and chores and achievements, is a record of ones free volition, of ones freedom as agent. A journal is ones reflection, a written self in action.

I suspect that Muslims are not allowed to keep journals in the way we free people are. A "Slave of Allah" can't be a genuine, individuated being of privacy, so why would it matter if he had a journal? One more reason to hate Islam. But the whole of it is so disgusting it doesn't need any particulars to hate.

American Rose said...

I've tried to keep journals, but I fall by the wayside. My notebooks (I have about 15 one subject binders) are strictly passages that just blew my mind from books and I've even fallen off the wagon of quote keeping as well. But, I got to realizing recently that my internet mail, that the postings I make on various sites are a sort of journal, and while the mail is private, the postings are not so much in some cases, so suffice to say, I will never be running for public office, though I have been smart enough to keep my rantings off Facebook or other social networks, which can really come back to haunt you.

Dag, quoting Milton,... (and that's a great quote that I can really relate to and find funny), and saying a line like: "when I was relatively young and still at university," makes me think you are English?

MR, Very interesting. I would have never of figured you for a journal keeper. And it's funny, cause what do I even know about you really to make such a statement? But even the one time I listened to you on that radio show before I lost the internet signal, you seem a man of few words. Maybe you were just being careful?

I also has this impression that men do not keep journals, unless they're writers. So yeah, Dag I could presume. But you MR have just blown all my prejudices out the window!

Dag, I think it's like Plato's Cave. Most mooslums don't know different. If you've never had the freedom to say stupid things and argue authority and curse god, you don't know what you're missing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lq67cqk-AjA