tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210159322024-03-06T23:31:45.202-08:00walkstirl peat oneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01190326021658136456noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015932.post-1137444191597656762006-01-16T12:43:00.000-08:002012-06-10T10:55:34.855-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/95/9460/320/695FEBF1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/95/9460/200/695FEBF1.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 2px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 2px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 2px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px;" /></a><br />
Red mask is Walkstir. White face is blotto.<br />
<span style="font-size: 8pt;">Photo by Monadh </span>l peat oneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01190326021658136456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015932.post-1137442688157785832006-01-16T12:15:00.000-08:002006-01-16T12:18:08.156-08:00Purpose or No purposeNo purpose is different than purposelessness.<br />Acting with no purpose is living in the moment.<br />Practice without purpose is pure practice.<br />Purpose presumes outcome.l peat oneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01190326021658136456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015932.post-1137350199690880972006-01-15T10:26:00.000-08:002012-06-10T10:54:19.214-07:00The Flag<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"It has become so to-day that when you see the flag boldly and proudly displayed you smell a rat somewhere. The flag has become a cloak to hide iniquity. We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it it means danger, revolution, anarchy. "<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">The Air-Conditioned Nightmare</span>, Henry Miller, New Directions Publishing Corp, http://www.ndpublishing.com/home.html<br />
1945, p. 37.<br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Written during a 1941 cross-country road trip of the United States of America by author and artist Henry Miller.</span>l peat oneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01190326021658136456noreply@blogger.com1