Oil billionaire Pickens puts his money on wind power
In Other Words = America: Seriously, Buy My Shit Yo. Buy MY Wind Energy.
CNN does his advertising for free yo. lol.
my only question is, I wonder if he was blowing coke off his 16 year old girlfriends ass? oh the ponderables with this one. completely hilarious.
“Ah, once to stand unflinchingly on the brink of that dark gulf of passions and desires, once at last to send a bold, straight-driven gaze down into the volcanic Me, once, and in that once, and in that once forever, to throw off the command to cover and flee from the knowledge of that abyss, – nay, to dare it to hiss and seethe if it will, and make us writhe and shiver with its force! Once and forever to realize that one is not a bundle of well-regulated little reasons bound up in the front room of the brain to be sermonized and held in order with copy-book maxims or moved and stopped by a syllogism, but a bottomless, bottomless depth of all strange sensations, a rocking sea of feeling wherever sweep strong storms of unaccountable hate and rage, invisible contortions of disappointment, low ebbs of meanness, quakings and shudderings of love that drives to madness and will not be controlled, hungerings and moanings and sobbings that smite upon the inner ear, now first bent to listen, as if all the sadness of the sea and the wailing of the great pine forests of the North had met to weep together there in that silence audible to you alone. To look down upon that, to know the blackness, the midnight, the dead ages in oneself, to feel the jungle and the beast within, – and the swamp and the slime, and the desolate desert of the heart’s despair – to see, to know, to feel to the uttermost, – and then to look at one’s fellow, sitting across from one in the street-car, so decorous, so well got up, so nicely combed and brushed and oiled and to wonder what lies beneath that commonplace exterior, – to picture the cavern in him which somewhere far below has a narrow gallery running into your own – to imagine the pain that racks him to the finger-tips perhaps while he wears that placid ironed-shirt-front countenance – to conceive how he too shudders at himself and writhes and flees from the lava of his heart and aches in his prison-house not daring to see himself – to draw back respectfully from the Self-gate of the plainest, most unpromising creature, even from the most debased criminal in oneself – to spare all condemnation (how much more trial and sentence) because one knows the stuff of which man is made and recoils at nothing since all is in himself, – this is what Anarchism may mean to you. It means that to me.
And then, to turn cloudward, starward, skyward, and let the dreams rush over one – no longer awed by outside powers of any order – recognizing nothing superior to oneself – painting, painting endless pictures, creating unheard symphonies that sing dream sounds to you alone, extending sympathies to the dumb brutes as equal brothers, kissing the flowers as one did when a child, letting oneself go free, go free beyond the bounds of what fear and custom call the “possible,” – this too Anarchism may mean to you, if you dare apply it so. And if you do some day, – if sitting at your work-bench, you see a vision of surpassing glory, some picture of that golden time when there shall be no prisons on the earth, nor hunger, nor houselessness, nor accusation, nor judgment, and hearts open as printed leaves, and candid as fearlessness, if then you look across at your low-browed neighbor, who sweats and smells and curses at his toil, – remember that as you do not know his depth neither do you know his height. He too might dream if the yoke of custom and law and dogma were broken from him. Even now you know not what blind, bound, motionless chrysalis is working there to prepare its winged thing.”
http://www.voltairine.org/essays.html
(do me a favor?: cut and paste this everywhere. it’s a…marketing ploy. but it’s sincere.)
A Philosophical Challenge
My irritating yet astounding new book Against the State argues that
(1) The political state or government rests on force and coercion.
(2) Force and coercion are always wrong if they can’t be morally justified. (That is, the use of force is wrong if it lacks a moral justification.)
(3) The arguments for the moral legitimacy of state – for example those of Hobbes, Locke, Rousseau, Hume, Hegel, Rawls, and Habermas – are unsound.
(4) Hence, state power has not been shown to be morally defensible.
Until you show me otherwise, I conclude that government power is in every case illegitimate.
Not only are the existing arguments for the legitimacy of state power unsound; they are pitiful. They are embarrassments to the Western intellectual tradition.
So I issue a challenge: Give a decent argument for the moral legitimacy of state power, or reconstruct one of the traditional arguments in the face of the refutations in Against the State.
If you can’t, I insist that you are rationally obliged to accept anarchism.
Henceforward, if you continue to support or observe the authority of government, you are an irrational cultist.
We’re all anarchists now, baby, until further notice.
e-mail responses to c.sartwell@verizon.com
Yours in anarchy,
Crispin Sartwell
been thinking about posts like this and that, and about a conversation with a fast and nice neighbor friend on a ride last year. the question comes up, why do cyclists baby themselves? the fast neighbor friend was a high calibre rower back in the day and has mentioned on a ride or two that the interval workouts that cyclists prescribe themselves (and loathe) are nothing compared to what rowers do. a 20 minute TT interval is a drop in the bucket for a rower, but for a cyclist it’s a tough workout that will require a day to recover from. I think I’ve come up with a why: take that 20 minute interval on a boat. what is a decent stroke count per minute? it’s probably 20-25 strokes per minute. so over 20 minutes that’s 400 strokes. those strokes are a lot harder than 20 pedal strokes, and require more muscle groups and so on. but let’s say you do a 20 minute ITT on a bike at 95 rpm. . .that is 1900 efforts. that’s a lot of muscle and brain firings. it’s tiring, no? rowing might be more painful, but cycling is likely more tiring. cyclists are always tired and hungry.
so maybe that’s a little insight into why cyclists whine and are cranky and require massage and lots of sleep etc etc. it’s because we’re using the limited cycling muscles we sequester repetitively and excessively throughout a ride or a workout.
I could be wrong.
he reads me.
;-)
I like my crow with a nice glass of beaujoulais.
lol.
give em 2 years, they’ll all be back on the force. they’re good like that.
The trick with making anything work is to imagine that you don’t have a choice in the matter, effectively cutting away the safety net, and then dealing with whatever contingencies arise.
...your senses sharpen and you take in so much more of your surroundings. The most mundane route by car becomes a hyper-sensory experience on a bike. You have cars to negotiate, sewer drains to watch for (if the grates run parallel to your route, watch out!), gravel and glass, not to mention pedestrians or unleashed dogs. The most gratifying part of the experience is how the most frustrating and stressful part of the day becomes a release.
the hits keep on rolling in.