The Cyber is Hacked !


The Cyber is Hacked !

The Inter-web Highway is surfed out –

literally, but in a figurative sense.



Here external-web is intra-webbed me-text,

for designation of high risk, high threat posts.

The security aspect of cyber is very, very tough –

And maybe, it’s hardly doable/dough-able.




Briefing Intelligence Briefly


Do-able Dew-enable 0 Parse  Text-being 

2Too Ballet, The Metaphorical Euphemist,

Q3 in a line – 

Protecting the integrity of internal investigations.

Tweet at 



        6U  …..




Wired for Truth – Post Lies

on the line between  meaning –

see real metaphors. 


interconnected –

how isolated  we are –


in The Cloud, wisps of voices

evaporate into airs.





Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days, my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts, for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world’s despite.



Flow, my tears, (1596)

  – an “ayre” (lute song)

composed by John Dowland.

Note: Hyper-linked words and lines will open in separate tabs.  – explore & be entertained by curious links & sources.

Sweater Time !?






We’re having a heat wave,

A tropical heat wave,

The temperature’s rising,

It isn’t surprising,

She certainly can can-can.

Heat Wave composed by Irving Berlin

1933 Recording by

  Meyer Davis & His Orchestra


Meyer Davis was born in Elliot City, MD in 1893. He started his first band while in high school after being rejected by the school orchestra. He was one of the first band contractors. While continuing to play until his death in 1976, his band played for Woodrow Wilson and for every President since then until Gerald Ford, Davis is best remembered for his numerous groups playing under the Meyer Davis Orchestra banner, in effect turning the name into a brand. At the height of his career, Davis owned 80 orchestras or bands with over 1,000 musicians. As a consequence, Davis successfully controlled much of East Coast Society ( Washington DC , New York, Boston and Philadelphia) functions and celebrations. This continued throughout the 50s & 60s .

Rock ‘n Roll Fifties jived

into Psychedelic dreams,

as Big Bands sit in

suits stuffed in conformity.

What happened to all that Jazz ?






Shadow Universe: The Ultimate Insider – 5 Easy Steps


This is part of the Shadow Universe

The Ultimate Insider

Guides You


5 Easy Steps !

# 1 

She credits her upbringing


the FARM



A Strong Sense



# 2 



Water Cereal.

The bowl fills up sky-

blue stars reach the horizon –

eating is child’s play. 


Milk Banana Juice !

All Years begin

with a story flower.

# 4



school learn  smart !

The  sloth clings to tree

rising towards spinning wheel –

the years become  one,

a tree story on which we ride. 

Branches ladened with day’s dreams.

# 5

Biomedical Clusters Show !

A lighthouse holds moonlight.

It is a striking  convergence,

Me and My Shadow.

The moonlight shines on –

the wall meets them half way there,

between becoming  one. 

Tomorrow, today’s shadow,

still carries yesterday’s child .


Note: Click the image

to see an enlargement

details of  digitally

modified collage.

Smoke Screen Mirror: That Old House

Smoke Screen Mirror

Smoke screen mirror, a powerful array of that Old House, forming a wall of opposition that could make it exceedingly difficult for him. It revealed a measure of contempt and distrust toward their own son.


Smoke Screen Mirror - That Old House

Years wore themselves away, communications between them became more and more rare, or perhaps it was because of the need to cleanse The Bear. It shambled about in the shadows, forever hungry for tribute. It ruled within the walls of that Old House, as surely as the crows commanded the trees and the wires that stood around the perimeter of the yards.


Madness began a slow steady drip down into the foundations. Hymns of Intention did nothing to cancel their knowledge of the coming despair, a hail of lost chances.


Smoke Screen Mirror - That Old House 2

Lana tried to build a personal ice wall to prevent her from feeling the sting of inevitability. Martin played at an emotional raffle, knowing he had as much chance at escaping those walls as going up against the judgment of The Highwaymen.


Ash on the forehead-

the history of the tomb,

Who dances here now ?


The rooms were also seeking the light; only a crimson aneurysm came through the windows, like a falling star that devours the sunrise. The smoke kissed mirrors and the windowpanes exchanged cutting looks, fracture’s smiles flying over the waves.



Smoke Screen Mirror - That Old House 3

House sales were down. The children dreamt of Disneyland and other sanitized nightmare locales. It mattered not – often looking out the cracked glass of white tobacco – That Old House – their expectations could be seen riding by with The Highwaymen, pale jewels and withered crab-apples in the same satchels .


He should not be here –

One hand changed, his fall bled out,

he found his sea –

spiritual inflammation,

Sharp blue switch blade of regrets.


That Old House may be empty, but it will always be occupied with memories in the smoke screen mirror.


Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime – Changing the Tempo

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 1 Changing Tempo

This spacetime tempo

bends curves round Memory’s edge –

corners of the clock –

tick talk, tick talk, Yesterdays –

Present looks stylish, again.



Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 2 Changing Tempo

This is the final  part of a series of images  that began with screen captures from a couple of Fred & Ginger movies. The series started as a meditation on the nature of memory and Mass Media. The constructed realities of Mass Media  play with our memories and sense of time. We remember images and narratives that were intended to depict the future, but now, from our recent experiences, seem quaint and out of date. We create new Mass Media content with new forms of media,  trying to depict the present with that “retro look”.


Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 3 Changing Tempo


We readjust the the present, shifting the the tempo and style of recent pop songs, so that they come from past decades of the previous century –  turning  them into cultural artifacts from alternative timelines.  We reinterpret the cultural icons of the past in a more contemporary style/mode. The new becomes “hipster-manic” by being  “retro-static”. The old is now “in the pocket” by  getting down in the city with urban tempo gotchas.




Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 5 Changing Tempo

In the process, we convey values, beliefs and ideologies about our culture and our perceptions of other cultures. We place other cultures on display on stage, screen and in museums( just another medium ). We relegate them to the past – making them historical artifacts, to be idealized, demonized,  or trivialized – turned into content and appropriated for our own use. But they still live, discarding  negativity and stereotypes, they reassert themselves, and make use of traditional and new forms of Mass Media – establishing different tempos within the spacetime of memory.

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 4 Changing Tempo



Buffy Sainte-Marie, Order of Canada (born Beverly Sainte-Marie, February 20, 1941) is a Native Canadian singer-songwriter, musician, composer, visual artist, educator, pacifist, and social activist. Throughout her career in all of these areas, her work has focused on issues of Indigenous peoples of the Americas………, learn from our culture and  …………..


  Power In The Blood    Buffy in her own words.

 The wisdoms inherent in our own DNA are our real power,

and we won’t be goaded into war by feudal system racketeers who can outgun us.

I wrote new words to the Alabama3 classic, and they lent me samples from their original recording. I re-wrote some of the words, turned it into an anti-war song. Strange: we seem so different musically and personally, but we’re mutual fans and I love the cross-pollination in the song.

Power In The Blood
© Words & Music Alabama 3.   Modified words Buffy Sainte-Marie.

GMO GMO has got to go
Power in the blood Power in the blood

No time for spin-doctors’ medicine
Corporation government selling me some cover-up
Weaponizing pesticides; poison in my groceries
Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and sell

I don’t mind dying
Well I don’t mind dying
I don’t mind dying
But when that call it comes I will say no no no to war

No time for backhanded compliments
From television anchor men desperate for an incident
Real estate assassins exploiting our predicament
Everything depends upon it being in their interests

No I don’t mind dying
I don’t mind dying
I don’t mind dying
When that call it comes, I will say no no no to war

There is power in the blood, justice in the soul
When that call it comes, I will say no no no to war
Power in the blood, justice in the soul
When that call it comes I will say no no no to war

There’s military interest, GMOs in paradise
bio-weapons high up on the call sheet
Young soldiers driving tanks
but old thieves they drive the banks
and you never see a uniform on Wall Street

There is power in the blood

I don’t mind dying
I don’t mind the dying
I don’t mind dying
When that call it comes I will say no no no to war

We have come a long way through memory by way of the Mass Media metaphor for Spacetime. History, theatre, dance, gender and cultural affirmation has danced past. Hopefully this meditation and exploration proved of value. The images of the young drummer and dancers were from photos taken when I was still teaching. You can find more information and images at the following link, Aboriginal Feast Day at ELSS.


Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 6 Changing Tempo