The Fulgurator

Perfect!

" Sita Sings the Blues" by Nina Paley

I just watched this little video for the first time today and I have just one thing to say; phenomenal!

Here's a little note from the creator, Nina Paley (taken from her website) -

Dear Audience,

I hereby give Sita Sings the Blues to you. Like all culture, it belongs to you already, but I am making it explicit with a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike License. Please distribute, copy, share, archive, and show Sita Sings the Blues. From the shared culture it came, and back into the shared culture it goes.

You don't need my permission to copy, share, publish, archive, show, sell, broadcast, or remix Sita Sings the Blues. Conventional wisdom urges me to demand payment for every use of the film, but then how would people without money get to see it? How widely would the film be disseminated if it were limited by permission and fees? Control offers a false sense of security. The only real security I have is trusting you, trusting culture, and trusting freedom.

That said, my colleagues and I will enforce the Share Alike License. You are not free to copy-restrict ("copyright") or attach "Digital Rights Management" (DRM) to Sita Sings the Blues or its derivative works.

Some of the songs in Sita Sings the Blues are not free, and may never be; copyright law requires you to obey their respective licenses. This is not by my choice; please see our restrictions page for more.

There is the question of how I'll get money from all this. My personal experience confirms audiences are generous and want to support artists. Surely there's a way for this to happen without centrally controlling every transaction. The old business model of coercion and extortion is failing. New models are emerging, and I'm happy to be part of that. But we're still making this up as we go along. You are free to make money with the free content of Sita Sings the Blues, and you are free to share money with me. People have been making money in Free Software for years; it's time for Free Culture to follow. I look forward to your innovations.

If you have questions, please ask each other. If you have ideas, please implement them - you don't need my permission or anyone else's (except for the copyright-restricted songs, of course). If you see abuses, please address them, but don't get bogged down in arcane details of copyright law. The copyright system wants you to think in terms of asking permission; I want you to think in terms of freedom. We've set up this Wiki to get things started. Feel free to improve it!

I've got to get back to my life now, and make some new art. Thanks for your support! This film wouldn't exist without you.

Love,

--Nina Paley
28 February, 2009

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The blind tribunals of the unholy martyrs crawling with the many untruths that make or break any little monkey-hearted bastard into a pansy assed ball-sack is what makes the lower lip of the sucker of a dead donkey's rotting teat have a quivering lip not unlike a little baby when you pinch it.

how's that for disturbing?... :)

Mercier Kilo TT

Now that is what I'm gonna get when my tax refund comes in.

Isn't she a beaut?

Mercier Bikes - Kilo TT

Sigur Rós @ MOMA

Shot live at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City on Icelandic Independence Day, Sigur Rós @ MoMA is a unique concert film highlighting new material from the band's latest album, "Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust", as well as classic Sigur Rós songs. Directed by Alex Simmons.

Track Listing:
Glósoli
Sé Lest
Við spilum endalaust
Sæglópur
Icelandic National Anthem
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur
Hoppípolla
Gobbledigook

tonight

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

— Sigmund Freud

Hobo Code

As inscribed in the Annual Convention Congress of the Hoboes of America held on August 8, 1894 at the Hotel Alden, 917 Market St., Chicago Illinois;

1.-Decide your own life, don't let another person run or rule you.

2.-When in town, always respect the local law and officials, and try to be a gentleman at all times.

3.-Don't take advantage of someone who is in a vulnerable situation, locals or other hobos.

4.-Always try to find work, even if temporary, and always seek out jobs nobody wants. By doing so you not only help a business along, but insure employment should you return to that town again.

5.-When no employment is available, make your own work by using your added talents at crafts.

6.-Do not allow yourself to become a stupid drunk and set a bad example for locals treatment of other hobos.

7.-When jungling in town, respect handouts, do not wear them out, another hobo will be coming along who will need them as bad, if not worse than you.

8.-Always respect nature, do not leave garbage where you are jungling.

9.-If in a community jungle, always pitch in and help.

10.-Try to stay clean, and boil up wherever possible.

11.-When traveling, ride your train respectfully, take no personal chances, cause no problems with the operating crew or host railroad, act like an extra crew member.

12.-Do not cause problems in a train yard, Another hobo will be coming along who will need passage thru that yard.

13.-Do not allow other hobos to molest children, expose to authorities all molesters, they are the worst garbage to infest any society.

14.-Help all runaway children, and try to induce them to return home.

15.-Help your fellow hobos whenever and wherever needed, you may need their help someday.

16.-If present at a hobo court and you have testimony, give it, whether for or against the accused, your voice counts!

Anonanimal

- Andrew Bird

Paulette Goddard reading Balzac

Clifford Stoll

Clifford Stoll on TED.com
Uploaded by skoot421

Sleep eludes me.

Another sleepless night filled with monstrous thoughts and stressful visions.

Flurrying thoughts swirl around in my head, sort of like a Van Gogh. Will tomorrow make any more sense than today did? Will it?

Will it?...

Tender-sweet, this monster lies dormant, waiting. Hungry, screaming and totally fucking horny (as in with horns and not needing to fornicate).

Ideas mesh together into one big pile of turd-like glory. Shit-ball nonsensicality. All creativity has disappeared, I really have no inspiration to even fart artistically. The fakeness of having people believe that life in itself is a work of art (which is true), but the whole repetitiveness of the everyday mundane destroys all of the uniqueness and some of the cheekiness of life becoming art. Art becomes life, and this my kin and kind, is when you smash your head against a wall.

Why leave you ask? Well, this is why - I am bored!

I'm sorry to say this, but mental-coherance hit me like a shit-ton of bricks one fine morning and my spirit was thrown out of my physically stagnating body. It is not because of you, or you, or you.... the lack of excitement in my life is to blame.

And how am I going to bring said excitement back into my boring, mundane, existance? CHANGE!

Change is what i shall do. Change where I live, change the scenery, change everything.

This may not be the answer but it will heal some of the psychological and karmic boo-boos caused by conforming.

A sheep I am not.

A sheep I am not.

I am me.

Margarita Carmen Cansino

(a.k.a. Rita Hayworth)

Carts of Darkness

- Murray Siple

One Crazy Ride

One night only!

Kurt says

And so it was.

And so it goes.

And so it will be.

"You're an alcoholic, but I still love you."

It's just one of those days...

I'm surrounded by people but I still feel lonely.

Is it just me or is this a thing that's going around?

Everybody Here Wants You - Jeff Buckley

Women

I don't understand women.

The people closest to me are women but their behavior still confuses me. Sometimes, they know what is coming at them but they still stand in the path of the bullet.

Don't get me wrong, I love them to death. I couldn't live without them.

The people I am closest to are women.

I may not understand women, but I still love them.

I love women.

Hamlet Act 1, scene 2, 146

"Frailty, thy name is woman!"