The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of paraheliotropic trees

bonebrushing the edges of the res interna (upper transcend)

The Times They Are A-Changin’

Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
If you’re time to you is worth is savin’
Then you better start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens
And keep your eyes wide the chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon for the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’.
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressman, please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don’t criticize what you can’t understand
Your sons and yoru daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

Copyright ©1963, Bob Dylan

Internet of Things

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so onwards and overwards and upside down and inside out

Here it is–it goes, the world, the with, the harbinger–this is a change election–pitbulls scream “lipstick”–the great unwashed mass in high school gyms and utter epithets–somewhere, rich white gentlemen and ladies wash their hands twice after walking in the door, and count their guineas, once, twice–here’s to the brave ones, the poor ones, the true Americans, the real Americans, Jefferson’s Americans, the union worker working eighty hours a week without health insurance–the nurse–the teacher–the small businessowner with his shop and two employees–this election is for them–this election is about choosing, about choosing a new path, a new structure, favoring the little over the big, recognizing that the Exxon Mobils and the George Bushes of the world don’t need any help, because they’re doing fine, but Americans, real Americans, the Great Middle Class, that great class that has risen as if from a Marxist dream to be the last great hope of the world–they need help, and they need to become something better, the greatest source of innovation and happiness in the world–John McCain won’t do it–maybe Obama will–maybe he will–but he’s our only hope. Only hope.

Contemporary Art in Tel Aviv

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Is Tel Aviv Ready to Crash the Global Arts Party? (from the New York Times)

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