Dear Sir, Madame, Fellow, or Lady, Whatsoever Which You Prefer, This is not my first time writing. I have written before. You may remember me, you may not. My name is Ramadupa. I am a yogi living in the richest state of India.
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“And then Ganesh came in with a machine gun and he hit the bazooka shell in midair. It was amazing!” Billy the Kid finishes his second ‘Nam story.
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Billy the Kid is saying, “Yeah, so the governor of Karnagapully is on the street, when suddenly, he sees a monkey, right? A big monkey. A monkey king! And there’s not supposed to be any monkeys here, this is Kerala after all.
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I am dreaming. How do I know? Because I am not me. If I was me I would not be at the helm of a pirate ship, relishing the smell of cedar. I would not be watching a sea of red swelling up in my face.
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“Hi this is my first post up here,” I do the characteristic first video pause, “here on Youtube. I wrote out what I was going to say, actually. Then I memorized it.
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“The Universe is shaped Exactly like the Earth,” A grey-haired Brock croons in three simulated dimensions with perfect fidelity sound, “if you go straight long enough you end up where you were--”
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“It’s designed to jettison into space in case of a boarding. But if you do jettison, then you need a code to keep it from blowing up. Benj, the Captain, never gave me the code.” He says this idly, as the doors close.
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Humming neither felt nor heard. Not seen either. Humming is not something smelled. Is not something tasted. How do I know of humming, then? How do you know of humming? Humming. I do not even see the color black, and not white. I have no sight. Humming.
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She’s big enough to see before I even feel her pulling. Sweet blue green, then bits of brown and puffs of white come into focus. The blue and the green diverge.
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Is that Earth to the right? Port? Aft?
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I am on my back. I put my hands down on the thick straw mat a comfortable distance from my sides, palms up. This is where I meditate. Simplicity is the father of discipline. The ceiling, looking at it from this angle, could be a floor.
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The Sun is setting in the West over the largest gathering of water in the world. Every stream and river feeds into the Ocean and while there are different parts of it, naming them only makes them seem more distinct.
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“You know what’s worse than being whipped between bodies and realities like an overbeaten dog?” I realized suddenly I was asking. I was asking a man with really thick black curly hair. Almost like a sheep. A black sheep.
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I'd like to take a minute now, just sit right there, and I'll tell you all about the English Program In Korea.
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The room is dark now. Nothing is happening. I feel a vague sense of quiet and a distant and persistent pain in my nose and back. Phil says to me, "If we let it, this'll go on for a day or two." "You have my permission to skip to the next part that matters, Phil."
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So I follow Phil out the door. I really like the reality simulator. I can't use it myself, of course, but I observe at every opportunity. When Phil is sleeping I will flit from room to room until I find something interesting. I've learned a lot about the world just through these.
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Hello! It has been a while since my last article. Frankly I have had very little to write about. But now I am in Korea working as a Native English teacher for the Korean public school system.
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Dear Stock Market, I'm sorry.
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This past weekend I had the rare opportunity to witness a performance by the one and only Tom Waits.
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USMC General Smedley Butler, the most decorated Marine of his time, made allegations in 1934 that he had been approached by Wall Street financier Gerald MacGuire, representing some of the wealthiest businessmen in America, who wanted him to lead a 500,000 man force in a march on …
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One of the common defenses for federal farm subsidies is that without them, the family farm would go under. But farm subsides have been around for over 70 years, and in that time, the farm population has dropped from 25 percent of the nation's total to 2 percent.
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In a recent seed Noam Chomsky apparently responded to some of Ron Paul's positions. Several have called for the "Paul brigade's" response. I am a Paul supporter, but certainly do not agree with all of his positions. Regardless, here is my response to Noam.
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Has Yuriy ever mocked acts of genocide committed against your people, mocked your sacred traditions, or said something really annoying on one of your comments? Does his style of humor grate on your nerves? Let's open this up even further; has Mykola ever yelled at you or sugges …
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The best movie writers find something to love in every film they see. If you're a person who has something to say about any movie you've ever watched, and if you're able to say it intelligently, we'd like to hear from you.
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The United States is a nation of Liberals. Americans don't think or speak of themselves that way; we prefer to imagine great philosophical gulfs that divide us on matters of profound political importance, but in truth, we are united in our Liberalism.
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You are in San Diego, yeah?
Sorry if my recent column made you uncomfortable, it was intended only to be funny, I enjoy your column a lot. While I'm here, I'd like to ask the question everyone keeps asking. How the heck is Yuriy pronounced, does the final "y" matter at all or is it just like Yuri?
Yuriy the first comment I made on newsvine was on one of your articles. By the way, how can you be a libertarian communist?
I heard on NPR today that Kim Jong Il was originally named Yuri. I know it's not quite the same, but I realized that if anyone deserved to be a power-mad, renegade dictator, it had to be our own Yuriy Bilokonsky.
— spiffie
I regret to say that it just clicked in my head today that you are not the same person as Mykola. I made note of him long ago in my head as being "that smart, witty atheist guy with the name I can't pronounce," and thus when I saw your name floating around more recently, my mind went, "Hey! It's that guy!" But in fact, it was not that guy, it was this guy. Yuriy, you are awesome. The Bilokonskys are a force to be reckoned with on Newsvine, especially now that I'm aware that there are more than one of you.
Side note: How do you pronounce your name?
Yuriy makes me want to be a Bilokonsky. He cannot be placed in a box. He has an uncanny ability to open a very controversial can of worms without flaring up a non-productive gridlock in the threads. He also responds with great care (and humor and amazing speed) to most every comment left on his articles. He's no snob.
Yuriy is amazing, and I couldn't have made a better first friend on newsvine. I love reading everything he writes and would not be surprised if he took over the world some day. (in a very good-natured way of course)
he says that, but then he puts his comments as the first thing on his column
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Not as big of an @!$%# in person as online.
My brother! You're cooler than I was at your age.
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