Reubidium Rb-86

Joseph Weimarner has good manners.

It is bad when one thing becomes two. One should not look for anything else in the Way of the Samurai. It is the same for anything that is called a Way. Therefore, it is inconsistent to hear something of the Way of Confucius or the Way of the Buddha, and say that this is the Way of the Samurai. If one understands things in this manner, he should be able to hear about all Ways and be more and more in accord with his own.

山本常朝

Hagakure - Yamamoto Tsunetomo

Time for some 80's goth.  Find your razors and Anne Rice books and have a snack...

Big-haired prescience about the sometimes tragic complexities of foreign policy:

More beneath the fold..

"The Way of the Samurai is found in death. When it comes to either/or, there is only the quick choice of death. It is not particularly difficult. Be determined and advance. To say that dying without reaching one's aim is to die a dog's death is the frivolous way of sophisticates. When pressed with the choice of life or death, it is not necessary to gain one's aim.

We all want to live. And in large part we make our logic according to what we like. But not having attained our aim and continuing to live is cowardice. This is a thin dangerous line. To die without gaming one's aim is a dog's death and fanaticism. But there is no shame in this. This is the substance of the Way of the Samurai. If by setting one's heart right every morning and evening, one is able to live as though his body were already dead, he pains freedom in the Way. His whole life will be without blame, and he will succeed in his calling."

Hagakure

Choose Life.

Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television.

Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.

Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.

Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home.

Choose your friends.

Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

I chose not to choose life.

I chose something else.

(from "Trainspotting" by Irving Welsh)

Once long ago I heard Kraftwerk..  I saw an art film recently, "Radio On", the soundtrack of which was all Kraftwerk.  I had to reinvestigate.

Oh, delicious 70's analog synth german goodness!

The Robots:

Das Model:

I've made it!

I see miles and miles of Texas once again..

Will post photos and all that when I can get a chance.

Friends, may I please introduce George Smith.

George is a Navajo. I met George on my way through his nation's reservation on I-40 in Arizona. Somewhere halfway between Joseph City and Gallop, George had his thumb out on the side of the road.