On forgetting…

Readers and those posing as readers,

No longer will I write about the Smith/Roach/Taylor conspiracy againsts the Powers’.  From here on out, it’s back to discussing abstracts, other conspiracies, political viewpoints, and local color and humor.

Don’t really have much for today, as a lack of sleep, compounded with a hangover from a 1.5-litre bottle of Yellowtail Shiraz, has left me not only tired but feelilng as though my skin is decaying, flesh falling from bones to the linoleum floor of the classroom I am currently sitting in.

I don’t think that last paragraph even made sense. Maybe I need to smoke. Maybe I need to drink more. Maybe I’ll just shut up.

That’s it for now. Thanks for stopping by, friends.

Truly,

Rice Cutgrass

Next step…

Friends,

The next step in this Smith/Roach/Taylor circuit court conspiracy is to submit my drafted report to my school for evaluation before finally sending it off to the state attorney general’s office and judicial review board. Hopefully, they can do something about it, as I am tired, sick, and tired of seeing the large amount of bias present in this case.

Don’t have much else for now, except to wish luck for all involved parties.  Thanks for your help and let’s hope for the best.

Truly yours,

Rice Cutgrass

A blog with philosophical and proetic weight…

Weight, friends, weight.

Weight is the potential measure of my burden of verse; weight is the blockbuster bombshells encasing my most loose thoughts; weight is what I bring to the table; heavy are knowledge and power, like U.S. government-grade stainless steel.

As previously mentioned, this blog is undergoing a constant evolution, or shedding of skin, if you will. Nil of the ideas presented here are on themes of grudge or vendetta.  Presented here are merely questions for ponderance, statements of facts, and arguments for logical modes of life.

Id est, the goal here is not to offend; the goal here is fill everyone in on what’s going on. 

Thanks for stopping by.

Truly yours,

Rice Cutgrass

Grassroots v. Social Media

Attendees,

The following is a philosphical fight. The means and advantages are here measured against the those and the disadvantages of the opposite concept.

Given, the possibility of a synthesis is acknowledged, however it seems as though within cultural networks, the two communication concepts compete in terms of reliability and impact.

Both modes come with the capability of spreading news and information virally, allowing for a highly-dispersed broadcast of information or thought.

So, a comparison of the two would require some kind of record of the amount of time, money and effort is spent in the use of the two communication forms, along with a count of the people who recieved and can clearly recall froms those types of correspondence.

Gossip circles, rumor mills, conspiratory behavior, these are some of the consequences of the new media, id est, those junk-electronic toys that consume so much time and energy that they impair driving, walking, and language skills – through texts.

I’ll leave the argument open on this one. That’s it for now.

Thanks.

Truly yours,

Rice Cutgrass

Self-editing…

Readers and those pretending to read,

The removal of the earlier blog following “M-Theory” was done under the realization that some students approve of said professor’s teaching style.

To each their own, or so they say.

Truly yours,

Ric e Cutgrass

M-Theory…

Free agents,

Has the whirling vortex of philosophical thought and chaotic strings of verse reached a maddeningly deafening level as of yet?  Do these words ring true to those who happen upon them?

 

Does one believe in the potentiality and possibility of every imaginable thing? Does one believe in an onion-layered universe, whose “dimensions,” or membranes, if one will, overlap ad infinitum through a myriad of conceived and unconeived realities?

 

Is there more than one universe – is it set up like that, so that it will never end, but continue on in similar, parallel paths?  Are we safe?

 

One only knows.

 

That’s it for now.

 

Truly yours,

 

Rice Cutgrass

On Turkey Day…

Readers and those pretending to read,

 

Thanksgiving is a tricky holiday. At the surface you have either memories of family, present family and the feelling of dread associated with mention of auxiliary and step-family members.

 

Also, the food is never that great. Who is it that often orders turkey when out, or decides to make it for dinner, as if it were a favorite of some sort.

 

Granted, stuffing and mashed potatoes are nice, as can be some of the other sides. Still, most of the food is bland, moist and lackluster and would be better usurped by pizza and beer.

 

Alas, one must be polite and keep appearances with those families and family friends.

 

At my house, the tension could be cut with a knife. Too bad my step-family wouldn’t cut themselves with knives while vegging out in front of televised Detroit and Dallas football games.

 

That’s it for now.

 

Truly yours,

 

Rice Cutgrass

On patriotism…

Friends, In my book, patriotism is defined as the pursuit of American ideals in a non-violent, unoffensive fashion, regardless of costs, risks and dangers.

 

Patriotism is an ideal. Would it have a Form, platonically? Is patriotism a better ideal to pursue than communism, socialism or terrorism?

 

I think so.

 

That’s it for now.

 

Truly,

Rice Cutgrass

So much for short thoughts…

Friends,

 

I will no longer dabble in clipped, piddly little one-sided arguments against certain schools of thought.  Henceforth I will speak only on the most substantial of topics and silence peacock-feathered intellectual rogueness.

 

Say what you will about the blogs that follow.  Say what you want about whatever.  The true is always tried, and holds true to its name.

 

Truly yours,

 

Rice Cutgrass

Another new beginning…

Associates,

 

I have tapped a new creative vein (id est, learned the language of my muse).

 

If a skill or mastery in writing is achieved, it will henceforth by supplemented by a verbal voracity unmatched in this galaxial cluster – or supercluster, if you will.

 

Delivering doses of the most viral, grassroots politics, all the while planted the seeds of truth that will continue to assist in the advance and evolution of our human-shaped landscape.

 

This thing is growing like a redwood.  It lives in Green.

 

Truly yours,

 

Rice Cutgrass

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