Month: August 2004

  • watermelon

     

    Tucked under her arm,
    It was on the quiet verge
    Of slipping under the
    Shaking steps of her
    Heisman form and her
    Barreling stance directed
    Toward the shopping cart


    Where the defense
    Was waiting like my
    Arms eager to tussle
    With a flirting quiddity
    So very out of my element

    When the bottles of water
    Were clearing the shelves
    And the windows and the world
    Were buzzing with moving lips

           For a smashing break of
           Furrows, froth and routine.

    So, I took it and slipped it
    Under my shirt pretending that
    It was a green baby birthed 
    Beneath an angry wind.

     




    Everyone thinks all you do is sit in a room and design policy and that’s it. But if you look at the experiences of World War II and the Cold War, there was a great deal of trial and error — or as I like to call it, “audibling.” No military plan survives first contact with a real enemy. Who was it who said it? Was it Clemens? Some humorist. “Even the most brilliant strategist must occasionally take into account the presence of an enemy.”

     

    From Colin Powell’s conversation with PJ O’Rourke in Adult-Male-Elephant Diplomacy (The Atlantic – Sept 04)




    Bonnie was a false alarm… but then there was 
    Charlie.  Then Francis.  And maybe Ivan.



    It’s my nature to look to the future.  I often feel like I’m catching up to where I want to be five years hence.  Jim Eliot, a martyred missionary once said, “Wherever you are, be all there.”  I always liked that.  And lately, I’m being reminded of the point.

     

    (x100):

    Side lobe banking uses the same comparison situation as side lobe cancellation, but instead of canceling, a blanking gate turns off a main receiver, actually blanking the system.  Intended for use against pulse interference.
      …

    How sweet it is!

    Matt11:28


     

  • protection

    When your father
    Dropped his bombs
    You were my friend or rather,
    My staunchest compatriot
    Concerned for every splinter
    Of bone shattered and every
    Tear that was dripping.

    Yet when the computers
    Came our way and gave us
    The white lapels of your
    Collar world, you said it
    Was evil for me to have it
    And wasn’t your father
    Again a rat
    Bastard dunce
    For sharing it.

    The bad English of the
    New Delhi telemarketer
    Thanks you for the job
    Benedict gives me

    Because you hate the war
    That tries to help me
    And you hate the job
    Your father gave me
    Because it should be yours.

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    Isolationism is… morally lazy

     

     

     

    Matt11:28