Recent science shows that dreams begin with random firing of neurons while our eyes, darting about behind their skin curtains, look for something to grab.

A circus elephant has gone rogue and seized hostages, one of which is me.

Gifts in honor of Denos Gazis may be given to:

The Lindeman Young Artist Development Program
c/o The Metropolitan Opera
Lincoln Center
New York, NY 10023

It's time for us to stop hating saints just because most of us haven't yet found the nerve to be one.

My hat is off to you, Joe Darby, and my hand is out, American to American. Welcome home, Joe.

Gonzales appeals to the "some people say" logic of Fox News.

Surely African Americans miss their private bathrooms and personal seats in the back of the bus?

I believe in the free speech right of ordinary people to call a boor a boor. Jerks deny that it exists.

Lynn returned from New York on Sunday night.

Where tap water must be disinfected and tested hundreds of times each month for bacteria, bottled water can be sold "as is" and tested only once a week! Tests for heavy metals in tap water must be performed every quarter; bottled water tests need only be conducted once a year!

Yes, you may steal this graphic.

Because blogging has become popular and has drawn off a small sliver of the public who might otherwise mindlessly read the country's major newspapers or watch its television media, we are now targetted by the same people who have been maneuvering big media to toe the Republican line.

I've been having trouble finding my voice and my eye lately.

It's been awhile since I met another blogger....doug the Mute Troubador and his two sons have been visiting California.

This roundup covers the period from 6 August to 12 August 2004.

I guess we all can't be Gandhi

You go to hell, Mr. UGO.

if you have a firm policy, you should word it more clearly than was the case here.

Logic would have it that Portola Road in Irvine would connect to Portola Road in Lake Forest.

I even found one of them admitting that Al Gore had won the 2000 election and that the country was in dismal shape! This ranks with admitting that there were no weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq. But as with everything, there's a spin.

The so-called Swift Boat commercials which are being shown in key swing states demand that Bush condemn them.

Unpacking is so much easier on home life than packing, isn't it?

Lynn's father passed away at about 3 am Eastern time last night after a seven year struggle with bone cancer.

It's a hot day, you've been hiking, and suddenly you feel the desire to urinate.

Prophecy can be devastating and bite the recipient in unexpected ways.

This roundup covers the period from 30 July to 5 August 2004.

Until our citizenry holds the military accountable for its experimentation and demands the full truth about our nuclear testing program as well as chemical and biological warfare, this nation will only be an illusion of liberty.

I'd like to suggest a test for evil and use homosexuality as the subject. The test is simple: an act can be called evil if it causes harm.

An unchecked faith in our intelligence -- just like an unchecked faith in anything -- may be our own worst enemy. It is in the name of intelligence, I feel, that we make some of our greatest blunders.

For no explicable reason, the code running my comments, category counts, and titles of recent articles has suddenly stopped working.

Today, on Hiroshima Day, the nation faces a choice between an "insane" George W. Bush and a "sane" John Kerry.

The questions people come up with for the bot help reveal both the bot's limitations and their personal prejudices or inclinations.

The pot-bellied Buddha serves as the Bible does for Fundamentalists when they justify war, violence, and consumerism: to mystify and hide the nonspiritual, sense-bound nature of the hedonist lifestyle.

Hedonist conformity denies my personhood.

It gives me a good feeling to see them clearing the condo of that rat. Let's send them to the White House!

We can get out of Iraq with our head high just as we can leave a bad marriage or a bad job.

People hold grudges for petty slights. It becomes a game to crash the server. Small minds who have no life of their own become obsessed with capturing the server from you.

The guest poet, a Ukrainian, speaks from his throat and off the roof of his mouth, his words jumping off the foam of his waves.