To Take A Renewed Interest In The United States Supreme Court and Constitutional Law

Griswold v Connecticut - birth control

Lawrence v Texas sodomy

Lochner V New York - candidate for worst decision ever


Miranda v Arizona - limits on police interrogations

Marbury v Madison - Past dick moves by John Adams cannot simply be ignored even if Thomas Jefferson becomes president and goes predictably mad with power so long as John Adams was being a dick in an official federal capacity. Oh and John Marshall found this new part of the Constitution that he -John Marshall -had just made up. It let the Supreme Court (coincidentally now led by John Marshall) settle this type of dispute. And Marshall could decide in favor of the president who appointed him and that was fine.

Bush V Gore - candidate for worst decision ever

thorn in the side of a man

The never forget bullshit never sat right with me. And now, America is still in denial. It takes a lot of work and introspection (granted, not America’s strong suit) but it is possible to recover. But it helps if you want to. If you recognize what behaviors are irrational or damaging. Look at which coping tools may have temporarily served some purpose but really cause more damage in other areas. Torturing suspected terrorists is a maladaptive coping mechanism that hurts America’s recovery.

You have to go to the root memories and normalize them. Work them into the real narrative flow of your life. So normalizing the events means taking away the sacred power of their pain. That pain is not holy pain. It is not untouchable pain. It is not good pain. At least it wasn’t for me and certainly isn’t for America. Yeah sure, you can have a reasonable reaction to unreasonable events. But you then have to understand that those reactions don’t work in most other situations.

Dismantle every change. Move on.

To Choose The Future To Doubt What is Going On

To choose the future, go to page 55
To doubt what is going on, go to page 31

give yer gob a go with yer gulliver, yobbo

I just created a google documents spreadsheet where you can get the layout all done and have links to each page of the blog in cells and move them around or just see and shit another way to foster community contribution. you mean this shit is fun to do. You keep leaving things vague with my moronic misunderstanding of some wave writing theory You want to invite people to this blog as co-authors. You think about what it would be like in the we person. if instead of second person it were the we person. what is that, fourth, me plus she is we 1st plus 34d is four?



but that was cheating on this blog with words about this typed else-where - so this is what is in that link above now below

gasp maybe each cell - certainly not each post (see here you are writing with a meta or editorial tag but not a narrative pro

Create Your Own Museum of Adventure.
You are still getting everything organized here
so each row could be a new choice branch or then when ones finished its a column. whatever you'll figure it out as you go
second person, present tense
or I think maybe each numbered row is a narrative thread. And you can hop up and down them.
okay so what does a story need.
characters
story
aims
conflict
setting
adventure

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words. I am going to invite a small random bunch out of the corpus, "people I think are way cool and think might do this.

This is a choose your own adventure.

No, this is a create your own adventure.

50-150 words - if you go over 150, just pick a number after what you would then go back and number your first page. or give yourself two choices, you can then right to another choice page, an end page, a rejoin the story page, a you're dead and this adventure is seriously over page (I might want to look at that but if you want that cool.

and there are beginnings under the tag beginnings and choice pages with tag choice.

So, I'm using a version of the wave method of writing for NaNoWriMo here. The specific version is molded by my hazy memory of something that was not properly explained to me and I didn't really get at the time beyond incorporating some of the talk or what it seemed like she did with it.

And it is a metaphorical wave method. There are these bits - some even of other things - but part of what the soul memory and community feelings that are represented by the various stories of other times and places you in various guises - and so these make up part of the museum of adventures - It is an attempt at creating in non-Gonzo format a more-Gonzo than I've ever seen printed account from the account of you. A you written by an author (a community can be an author) me and three people thinking of helping.

So. you can

but it is a choose your own adventure so there is adventure and it is you doing the adventuring. Second person, present tense.

oh and we need character pages. You can email me or call me or come see me or I'll stop by. It may take till the end of the month for me to organize this shit and explain what I want you to do:
write 50 to 150 words of an adventure starting with the main on which is that you woke up one morning and everyone was gone - just gone - you didn't even notice right away.

And then it turned out that it was only most people who had disappeared without warning, notice, or explanation. And you are about 16 when this starts and you walk to your high school and you end up after many realizations and choices (or few) you end up going to your 3rd period science class. You are Tracey Fletcher and for no good reason that is ever explained -likewise there is no explanation given for what happened to everyone. For me that isn't meant to really be a focus. Like Lost kept pretending that it was all going to end up making sense. fuck shit. never mind.

"Now, Nick, you don't swear like that when you talk ... why do you swear so much in your writing" "I don't know and I swear less when I am around you than when I am in other situations."


So you just

get bits of plot down. Even sentences even phrases. Those are legit posts here.

Or you can do choices as comments as regular comments

ok so

You show an interest in the Citizen Guide to the Galaxy - page whatever

You have tried to strain credulity by avoiding the self-evident otherness of the object. But how great the fit. And the feeling of the fit fitting.

Through various data transfer networks / or paper or all sorts of different things as you have grappled with as you have tried to retain and style the

it is like the hitch-hiker's guide to the galaxy, "sort of an electronic book" "haphazardly updated over the sub-ether net.

And in some of the more relaxed civilizations on the outer left arm of the galaxy (like Earth at coordinates ZZ9 plural Z alpha)

all entities whose lifespans originate in any of the plural zones, you risk death by going through hyperspace and should choose not to do so ... please do not eat this ticket

I have another blog post that gets at what I was meaning to say there but didn't

The Rising Sun Outshines The Stars

The Rising Sun Outshines The Stars


"Hurry up, we're going to miss it."
"What the fuck are you talking about Gregory? How can you miss the sunrise?"
"The point is to watch the sun rise over the ocean, yes? Well, if we aren't at the ocean at the time the sun rises, we will have missed it. The sun will rise, yes, but we won't see the sun rise over the ocean. So get your ass ready; I don't want to miss the sunrise."

I let out a hasty sigh. There were a number of objections I could have raised. Though, any one on its own would have been incidental to what I was feeling at the moment. I chose not to get sidetracked and let a dozen petty arguments slowly fizzle out into oblivion: tapped into the ashtray of words left unspoken, ideas left unformed.

He was already in the car when I breached the heavy threshold separating suburban home from everything else. The cold was a shock as we had been having something of an Indian summer. I saw my exhaled smoke hang slow and thick in the air. A dozen unrelated thoughts popped up but were gone as soon as I saw my brother's concerned eyes waiting from behind the wheel.

I sat down in the rusty red Honda and felt the familiar motions of a car in reverse as soon as I'd shut the door. My muscles habitually turned my left hand up and over to the seat belt dangling near the window. I paused for five seconds. I looked down at the lit cigarette in my right hand. I looked out at the predawn sky hunched over the familiar street flying past the window with unnatural speed. I looked at the young stubble on Gregory's grimacing face. Time slowed. The trees floated past and I could see each one clearly, a free-frame image of each before they whizzed past.

My left arm settled uneasily at my side. The seat buckle was left dangling. I took a long drag on the cigarette and held it deep in my lungs as I rolled down the window. A lifetime's obsession with auto safety ruined in one moment of resigned desperation. I wasn't sure if Gregory noticed or if he would say something if he did.