A Modest Construct

I only recently discovered the band that is Orphaned Land, hailing from Israel. Certainly, I haven’t given their backcatalogue a listen, being solely preoccupied with their 2004 album, Mabool (which is apparently Hebrew for “The Flood”).

I must admit that I haven’t been this out&out excited by a band for quite some time,…

(With a nod to Liz)

I think my tolerance for people in general is dwindling as the year goes on. I had for a duration of several seconds attempted to make an illustrative and humourous graph that showed, in line-graph form, the steady descent of my mood from September of last…

The Mozilla Foundation has released version 1.0.1 of the popular open-source Firefox browser. Check out the homepage or jump straight to the download (win32).

An unofficial changelog:

• Security fixes

• Display hostname in title bar when address bar is hidden, to reduce the impact of the fact that web sites are allowed to spoof address…

Ooh, spooky. Not satisfied with a very lightly modified version of the default Kubrick theme for 1.5, I revisited a style I used pre-Wordpress, and modified Kubrick to be a dark, scalable width theme. I’m still tweaking it around, but I’d appreciate any feedback on strange behavior (leave browser, resolution,…

the star describes her apogee
with butterfat.
the constellations trace with vine
and dirt makes shapes that no one sees.
two hatpins dance a tango brief;
a matchhead gives a eulogy
before it bows to wax.
a branch begets a leaf, unhappily.

the morning to the wren is not bewèd
as on death the insects prey,
but wrens bewèd to…

Ann Coulter’s column this week does nothing to dispell the notion that she’s a blithering idiot. Of course, she’s attacking Ward Churchill, who is something of a fish in a barrel, but she can’t even manage to do it right. Here’s what she says:

Tenure was supposed to create an atmosphere of…

The longer I live, the more I begin to suspect that the devious enterprise of human life serves only the specious interests of a philosophical “good life” rather than truly functional happiness. Even among Augustinian theists (read: most Christians), who should know better, the stark contrast of dualism creeps inexorably…

The kingdom’s frame of wire falls
like houses ushered into night,
quaking deep within their walls.
A drooping wreck of countenance
heaped upon the wreck of virtue
heaped upon the wreck of bliss,
machines all twisted wrung;
monoliths of wicked gods
thrown stark in rusting sun.

A silver Mt. Zion homeward calls,
a weeping lesion’s balm;
heaven—cast still in umber light—
is…

I’m not feeling verbose as of yet, so in the meantime, here are funny things that aren’t of my creation.

• Superman is a dick, but why don’t you see that for yourself?
• Via ffanatical press, ltd., here’s a page that shows a realtime(?) stream of terms being searched for on an unknown engine.…