<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:42:22.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen In The Steam</title><subtitle type='html'>The sayings of Madjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108423465757430079</id><published>2004-05-10T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T17:52:47.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impeach Bush.</title><summary type='text'>Memo to The U.S. Senate: Impeach Bush Today. We have been shamed and humilated by our U.S. Supreme Court chosen President. Impeach the Bushtard, he was never rightly President to begin with. The Bushtard stole the U.S. presidency, the responsible Supremes should resign too. Impeach George Walker Bush NOW. Vote to skip the hearings and go straight to a floor vote. No one is going to stand up for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108423465757430079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108423465757430079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108423465757430079' title='Impeach Bush.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108387995696481932</id><published>2004-05-06T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:53:40.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Attack.</title><summary type='text'>Panic Attack. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, it’s that I have too much to say. TV advertising in this country has degenerated into mind control experiments for the benefit of Big Agriculture, read ADM, Archer Daniel Midlands. As in Midlands, Texas, Big Oil, Bush The I? U.S. Big Agriculture is turning out way more food than we can eat. So through TV advertising of fast foods and snack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108387995696481932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108387995696481932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108387995696481932' title='Panic Attack.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108379355341691167</id><published>2004-05-05T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T14:55:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can They Stop The WEB?</title><summary type='text'>Can They Stop The WEB? Philosophy is the first science, in which we define the values by which we wish to live and die, and by which we judge all our own actions. There are many philosophic approaches, one ancient one is the Platonic approach in which Abstractions Rule. Humanity comes second. We some times call this fascism, Platonic Fascism in the sense that government rulers think they know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108379355341691167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108379355341691167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108379355341691167' title='Can They Stop The WEB?'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108369738205414729</id><published>2004-05-04T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T12:07:45.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Factoids, Ma'am, Just The Factoids.</title><summary type='text'>Just the factoids, ma'am, just the factoids. “MAY 2004 ART news”, with a small n, showing the publishers’ ultimate belief in the ephemeral, minor nature of its content. The previous statement was a little theoretical communication analysis based on the message of font pictures. I fear the editors probably think differently. And, of course, they are right. You can learn alot from ephemera, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108369738205414729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108369738205414729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108369738205414729' title='Just The Factoids, Ma&apos;am, Just The Factoids.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-10836037905450359</id><published>2004-05-03T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T10:10:51.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did This Nazi Homeland Crap Come From Anyway?</title><summary type='text'>Where did this Nazi homeland crap come from anyway? If I hear Walker Bush mention the homeland one more time I'm going to start believing it's 1934 instead of 2004 and start packing my bags and move to Amsterdam, until Emperor Walker Bush decides that Dutch freedoms are a threat to our national security.But what's really weird is that Walker Bush cannot see that it's going all so wrong right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/10836037905450359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/10836037905450359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#10836037905450359' title='Where Did This Nazi Homeland Crap Come From Anyway?'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108327386478434402</id><published>2004-04-29T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T14:34:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Drug Companies Are Killing Us.</title><summary type='text'>Big Drug Companies are killing us. I’m sick of these international drug dealers clogging up the air waves with their drug pushing TV ads. Where is the FCC when you need them, silencing dissent instead of looking after the public interest. The big drug companies are killing us with their patent and expired patent drugs. Now they want us to become addicted to Prilosec, 1 pill, 24 hours, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108327386478434402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108327386478434402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108327386478434402' title='Big Drug Companies Are Killing Us.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108318137255011070</id><published>2004-04-28T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T12:58:44.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America Embraces The Deadlies.</title><summary type='text'>America embraces the Deadlies, the seven deadly sins that is.Gluttony of course is our favorite deadly. We are a nation of gluttons. We eat all day, every day, everywhere, at home, at work, at leisure. We never stop eating. We are a nation of obese gluttons. The new Cheez-it ad slogan proclaims this value without shame: “Get your own box.” Be a glutton.Look at restaurants like Claim Jumper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108318137255011070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108318137255011070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108318137255011070' title='America Embraces The Deadlies.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108312198624615722</id><published>2004-04-27T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:20:52.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve Been Walkerbushed To Death.</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been walkerbushed to death. John Kerry us to peace. Please. How can we make this right when we’ve got it so wrong? First, we apologize. I want the President of the United States to go to the United Nations and stand up and say: “I and the people of the United States are sorry we did not abide by international law and invaded Iraq without the agreement and support of the United Nations. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108312198624615722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108312198624615722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108312198624615722' title='I’ve Been Walkerbushed To Death.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108301501247899228</id><published>2004-04-26T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:36:25.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smushed By Accident.</title><summary type='text'>Smushed by accident. I killed a crane fly. Didn’t even know it was there. I could have missed it’s demise entirely if I hadn’t thumbed it to death. I squished it between those two fingers as I was reaching between my legs to pull a cushion forward as I sat down. Maybe we are all already on the way to being smushed to extinction and don’t even know it. The next big meteor hit could be just over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108301501247899228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108301501247899228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108301501247899228' title='Smushed By Accident.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108265680309121699</id><published>2004-04-22T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T11:10:58.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way, Corbusier.</title><summary type='text'>No way, Corbusier. The Architects Gang is just not with the program. Why do they keep trying to stuff cages and chicken coops of Modernism down our collective throats. Do they think we are stupid, or what? Don’t they think we know our evolutionary preference is for trees. What are they trying to brain wash us into? Thinking we like cages of concrete and steel? No, I do not want to work in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108265680309121699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108265680309121699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108265680309121699' title='No Way, Corbusier.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108259178100081656</id><published>2004-04-21T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T17:11:02.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Mafia Sucks.</title><summary type='text'>The Art Mafia sucks. And it looks like it intends to suck itself into extinction. This would be a disaster for us all, and not ironic in the least, because it is the result of the Art caste’s mindless adherence to the philosophy of Modernism which now quite plainly can be seen to ultimately abolish the concept of Art. So, do we even need Art?Dwell magazine has an item on the Art Basel Miami </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108259178100081656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108259178100081656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108259178100081656' title='The Art Mafia Sucks.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108248387092363327</id><published>2004-04-20T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T11:01:55.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, There Is No Santa Klaus God.</title><summary type='text'>No, there is no Santa Klaus god. There is no white headed, stern faced, old man waiting for us in the sky to spank or caress us. That is a bogey man tale for mental children who are not emotionally mature enough to accept the reality of the indifference of the ground of being to our fate. We now have an inkling of how vast and complex the cosmos is, and how insignificant we really are. We are not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108248387092363327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108248387092363327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108248387092363327' title='No, There Is No Santa Klaus God.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108241143811332221</id><published>2004-04-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T14:54:41.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been WalkerBushed By Mistake.</title><summary type='text'>We’ve been WalkerBushed by mistake. The U.S. Supreme Court made a mistake, which they should own up to individually and collectively. George Walker Bush was not elected president, he was anointed “President” of the United States by the U.S. Supreme Court.The first prerequisite of a good judge is humility, a quality never known to exist in any American judge up to now. I don't know why I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108241143811332221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108241143811332221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108241143811332221' title='We&apos;ve Been WalkerBushed By Mistake.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108205635046688548</id><published>2004-04-15T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T12:26:38.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America Is A Collective Hallucination.</title><summary type='text'>America is a collective hallucination. Abandon the notion of nation. I don’t care what your race, religion, creed, ethnic origin, or sexual orientation is, everyone has a right to live anywhere they want on this planet. Only a childish and primitive mind would subscribe to the belief that the ground of being ever was, or still is, a real estate broker. The planet earth, every inch of it, belongs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108205635046688548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108205635046688548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108205635046688548' title='America Is A Collective Hallucination.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108197169341371848</id><published>2004-04-14T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:38:32.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Stopped Thinking At Jet Dry?</title><summary type='text'>Who stopped thinking at Jet Dry? Who decided to court disaster with their Jet Dry TV ad in which a cartoon dishwasher says yum, yum, yum and glub glub glub as it “drinks” with an unmistakable “mouth” opening the Jet Dry liquid. What planet are these people living on? Don’t they know blue drinks are all the rage with youngsters. This is an tragic accident inducing advertisement if there ever was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108197169341371848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108197169341371848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108197169341371848' title='Who Stopped Thinking At Jet Dry?'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108189133538475434</id><published>2004-04-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T14:26:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wireless Is Wonderful.</title><summary type='text'>Wireless is wonderful. With wireless technology we can live our lives outside again, instead of in a cage, rooms inevitably isolate us. Oh, for the outdoor life, for living wireless in a garden. I can easily envision the pleasures of writing in the inspiring solitude of the shade of a tree but connected to the whole world. We can be alone together.Now the downside, and there is always a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108189133538475434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108189133538475434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108189133538475434' title='Wireless Is Wonderful.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108181604183626631</id><published>2004-04-12T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T17:31:15.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Cultures Have Sexual Initiation Rituals, Why Don't We?</title><summary type='text'>Other cultures have sexual initiation rituals, why don’t we? Prom Night just doesn’t cut it, never did. I think most of us can skip adopting or even adapting the custom of cutting penises up the back of the shaft from balls to tip. Sounds bloody painful to me, and likewise we can forget the cutting off of females clitorises, or the initiation where the community literally drops the log roof on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108181604183626631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108181604183626631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108181604183626631' title='Other Cultures Have Sexual Initiation Rituals, Why Don&apos;t We?'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108143878893805798</id><published>2004-04-08T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T08:43:37.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Me, They Do It For The Money.</title><summary type='text'>Silly me, they do it for the money. I was puzzling why the adult editors of the London based Wallpaper* magazine would chose to present themselves to the world as arrogant, adolescent idiots. But they’re hucksters, selling a snake oil product to a vulnerable audience, the chronically adolescently insecure. I guess they figured, and rightly I might add, that sadistic contempt sells, it actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108143878893805798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108143878893805798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108143878893805798' title='Silly Me, They Do It For The Money.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108135809952878943</id><published>2004-04-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T10:23:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Design Makes Good!</title><summary type='text'>BAD DESIGN MAKES GOOD! One of the most uncomfortable chairs in the history of people has become an icon of Modern design. The Le Corbusier Lounger should always be labeled: SCULPTURE. Please Do Not Sit.  The piece is useless as a chair, unless you are a thalidomide survivor.  That is not a misguided joke, but a fact.  The chair has no support for your arms, either you hug them across your chest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108135809952878943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108135809952878943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108135809952878943' title='Bad Design Makes Good!'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108126552335650302</id><published>2004-04-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:35:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Our Skins.</title><summary type='text'>Save our Skins. Depopulate. Why are we so pretentious? We’re not “SAVING THE EARTH.” If we ALL died overnight, the next day the sun would rise, the birds would sing, and the squirrel would continue hiding its nuts, as we all rotted away in our beds. The earth doesn’t need us. It doesn’t need us to save it, even if we annihilated ourselves in a nuclear winter causing war. The earth could say, “</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108126552335650302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108126552335650302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108126552335650302' title='Save Our Skins.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108119576705171300</id><published>2004-04-05T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:13:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Or Die.</title><summary type='text'>Eat or Die.  Death is not a sin. There is no humane reason to keep people alive indefinitely in long term nursing care, who can’t eat for themselves. So when are we going to make total parental nutrition, intravenous feeding solutions, controlled substances? Think it’s cruel to let people starve to death? How much crueler it is to keep people alive in a vegetative state. You worried about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108119576705171300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108119576705171300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108119576705171300' title='Eat Or Die.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108085148688986772</id><published>2004-04-01T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:37:06.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Support SIN in the Home.</title><summary type='text'>I support sin in the home. I support S.I.N. in the home.My heart aches at the stupidity, cruelty and shear brutality of our culture. What is this abstinence crap for adolescents? What an ignorant, arrogant, paternalistic century we live in? Don’t we have enough knowledge of history, biology and anthropology to know that it is normal for adolescents to have sex. Nobody, and I mean nobody of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108085148688986772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108085148688986772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108085148688986772' title='I Support SIN in the Home.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108075670207653937</id><published>2004-03-31T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:59:26.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Julie Lasky Thinks</title><summary type='text'>So Julie Lasky, editor of ID Magazine, thinks a cash register office building is the best memorial for a mass grave. Maybe she’d like to see a shopping mall built over Auschwitz? If this building goes up then the whole world will not doubt that New Yorkers have a dollar sign not only for a heart, but for a soul as well. If New Yorkers were really moved by this tragedy they would use their power </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108075670207653937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108075670207653937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108075670207653937' title='So Julie Lasky Thinks'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108068697942869980</id><published>2004-03-30T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:53:15.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Source of Existence</title><summary type='text'>The source of existence is the ground of being, or possibly it is the grounds of being. Singularity is not necessarily more elegant than multiplicity, only simple minded authoritarian prejudice insists on that. No one knows the ground/s of being.It is childish and primitive to think that the ground of being is anything like people, has the concerns of status and power that people have. It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108068697942869980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108068697942869980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108068697942869980' title='The Source of Existence'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-108059660789365995</id><published>2004-03-29T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T13:47:02.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Time.</title><summary type='text'>It is Time. It is time we stopped thinking and acting like talking chimpanzees. It is time we grew up and stopped being frightened and ignorant children. It is time we evolved, evolved into the next species we will become. How do we get there from here? It is our choice. It should be a thoughtful one.Premises that will underlie a thoughtful evolution: 1. NO ONE KNOWS. No one knows the meaning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108059660789365995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/108059660789365995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108059660789365995' title='It Is Time.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-107760368100847718</id><published>2004-02-23T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:26:01.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Politics of Stargate.</title><summary type='text'>23 Feb. 2004 10:00 pm PST Scifi Channel Stargate SG-1 “The Serpent’s Venom”. The Politics of Stargate: A “blasphemous Rebellion” in Chulak, or is it Iran, against the “current” antiquated self-anointed gods who rule by fear and force for their own selfish interests. You know, just like America. WE are the Evil Empire now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/107760368100847718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/107760368100847718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107760368100847718' title='The Politics of Stargate.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514612.post-107739570495960651</id><published>2004-02-21T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:52:14.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstractions Are Lies.</title><summary type='text'>Abstractions are always and everywhere lies. Purity is a weakness or a delusion. Order is a virtue only in kindergartens, prisons and platoons. Reality is chaotic, ambiguous and unfathomable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/107739570495960651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514612/posts/default/107739570495960651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeninthesteam.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107739570495960651' title='Abstractions Are Lies.'/><author><name>MJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
