[Miðgarðsormr says: Basically, a Danish chemistry professor named Niels Harrit co-authored a scientific paper with eight others where they discuss findings involving analysis of dust from the 9/11 building collapses. They discovered microscopic red/grey chips in their samples which they strongly suspect to be a non-conventional nano-thermite. In other words, there is now real, tangible evidence that controlled demolitions may have been used in the collapse of the Twin Towers and/or WTC7. This was published in April of this year, and I have not heard a whisper of this report in any major news outlet. I am shocked, appalled, and horrified beyond anything I have encountered in years. Even if this is eventually disproved, it needs to be addressed, it needs to be discussed, it needs to be shouted from the rooftops! Perhaps the most telling statement comes from Harrit himself, when asked about why he researches the 9/11 attacks,
"First, I am opposed to crime, and second, when my 6 grandchildren ask me, 'Grandfather, which side were you on?' I will be able to answer them, 'I was on your side'."]



full .pdf of report available here.


nontechnical summary here: http://stj911.org/press_releases/ActiveThermiticMaterial.html]


Active Thermitic Material Discovered in Dust from the 9/11 World Trade Center Catastrophe

pp.7-31 (25) Authors: Niels H. Harrit, Jeffrey Farrer, Steven E. Jones, Kevin R. Ryan, Frank M. Legge, Daniel Farnsworth, Gregg Roberts, James R. Gourley, Bradley R. Larsen
doi: 10.2174/1874412500902010007

Abstract:

We have discovered distinctive red/gray chips in all the samples we have studied of the dust produced by the destruction of the World Trade Center. Examination of four of these samples, collected from separate sites, is reported in this paper. These red/gray chips show marked similarities in all four samples. One sample was collected by a Manhattan resident about ten minutes after the collapse of the second WTC Tower, two the next day, and a fourth about a week later. The properties of these chips were analyzed using optical microscopy, scanning electron microscopy (SEM), X-ray energy dispersive spectroscopy (XEDS), and differential scanning calorimetry (DSC). The red material contains grains approximately 100 nm across which are largely iron oxide, while aluminum is contained in tiny plate-like structures. Separation of components using methyl ethyl ketone demonstrated that elemental aluminum is present. The iron oxide and aluminum are intimately mixed in the red material. When ignited in a DSC device the chips exhibit large but narrow exotherms occurring at approximately 430 °C, far below the normal ignition temperature for conventional thermite. Numerous iron-rich spheres are clearly observed in the residue following the ignition of these peculiar red/gray chips. The red portion of these chips is found to be an unreacted thermitic material and highly energetic.

Keywords: JScanning electron microscopy, X-ray energy dispersive spectroscopy, Differential scanning calorimetry, DSC analysis, World Trade Center, WTC dust, 9/11, Iron-rich microspheres, Thermite, Super-thermite, Energetic nanocomposites, Nano-thermite
Affiliation: Department of Chemistry, University of Copenhagen, Copenhagen, DK-2100, Denmark.




please discuss!!!!!

Project Pitchfork, tonight @ Elysium, Austin

covm, michaelodwyer, and myself will be there



Peter Spilles

Order of events:
1. Picked up cat (krieg_weasel) after getting home from a run to the old place and set cat down in kitchen.
2. Pixel, in kitchen eating.
3. I walk to the back of the house and shut the door to the baby's room. Pixel does not follow me or sneak past — she is too busy eating.
4. Approximately one hour later, I hear yowling coming from the back of the house. Sound is not coming from our bedroom. Open door to Éowyn's room, which is still closed. Pixel comes running out.
5. I have serious "WTF?!" moment.


Warning Do not name your cat "Pixel" after character from a Heinlein novel — quantum tunneling through walls will ensue.


(But, at least she did not wake up the baby.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my fellow Walpurgis-nauts!





Apr 29th — blessure
Apr 30th — maradydd & aprman
May 1st — and, of course, yours truly


By the way, I am officially getting younger starting tomorrow.
*begins furiously gluing his telomeres back together*
Ha! Take that F. Scott Fitzgerald!




( 'Faust und Mephisto' & 'The Vision of Faust' -- fairly large images, tasteful, but possibly not work-safe??? )

The monstrous, 80-meter tall pigicken, which has been pinpointed as the probable source of avian-swine flu according to Associated Press reports. World Health Organization officials warn that it is "...radioactive, breathes fire, and likes nothing better than to step on hysterically fleeing Japanese businessmen."


Seriously, wtf?! The way CNN and all the other news channels have been covering this, one would think that the swine flu had just crashed a jet into a skyscraper and killed 3000+ people. Is it really that slow of a week in news? My advice -- do not let the news media fnord you.


link stolen from brother-in-law (zombienought):
http://shouldibeworriedaboutswineflu.com/

rockers to/die/for split
"Finnish rockers TO/DIE/FOR have split, citing years of battles with promoters for their decision to disband..."


Normally I am not one to be excessively spiteful, but in this case...
HAHAHAHAHA!!!

[Hilarious, and slightly disturbing, parody-- Enjoy!]

The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society has a trailer up for The Whisperer in Darkness, which is still in the process of being finished. [This is the same group responsible for the superb The Call of Cthulhu silent film.]




"And He shall put on the semblance of men...."

For those who may be interested—

Dr. Ron Paul, that Constitution-minded congressman straight out of my home town, is scheduled to speak at the "End the Fed" rally at the Federal Reserve Bank here in Houston today (Saturday) at 12:30pm. The rally is from 10-1pm, so it looks like he has the last speaking slot.

http://www.endthefedhouston.com/


Destroy all life fiat currency?!

Dr. Ball, M.D.: "SHE'S LOST THE WILL TO LIVE!!! What is your degree in, Poetry? You sorry buncha hippies! For god's sake, don't use the billions of dollars of medical equipment around us!"

[WTF?! x 3]

Ever dream of weathering a hurricane, trapped in a church, with the water rising... with a lion?!
Riding out Ike on an island, with a lion

Let's assume you survived weathering Hurricane Ike with your lion friend only to be eaten by a famished tiger...
Tiger reported loose on Bolivar Peninsula

Apparently the Bolivar Peninsula has become a nexus of primeval madness.



And last, but not least, the unexplainable man in a bear suit. Apparently even Hurricane Ike survivors cannot escape a the biblical plague of furries that accompanies natural disasters.

Seeing Houston dark is hard to imagine under any circumstances, and seeing that everything but the downtown area had gone completely black the night following the hurricane was positively post-apocalyptic, the kind of thing that one would notice after a zombie outbreak or a nuclear exchange. So yeah, it has not quite escalated to the point where the city has all gone Mad Max/Road Warrior and started killing each other for gasoline, but honestly it is pretty damn close. We have seen a number of gas stations where cops were present or had obviously been called in to keep rioting from breaking out. The city of Houston proper has been trying to enforce a 9pm curfew too. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Which is a joke, needless to say. Way to stretch your police force even thinner dumbasses. Houston does not have the manpower to try to be a police city-state. The CVS down the street was looted the first night. One lady called in to the radio station, apparently looters had stolen everything from her house not even leaving the bag of sugar in her pantry. So yeah, fuck Houston anyway.

Of course the day after the hurricane authorities were whining about how everyone should just stay inside, so when Katy called her mom to tell her we were driving over to visit, the conversation went something like this:

Katy: My mom says that they are saying on the radio that everyone should stay inside.
me: Yeah, that rule does not apply to anarchists...
Katy: With a truck!
me: Exactly!

I love my wife. So, yeah we drove over, and had a nice BBQ with Katy's mom and my family -- charcoal for the win.

Just to update all of you, the wife, baby, and myself are doing great, in fact baby Éowyn slept through the entire hurricane. Haha! Apparently she is as fearless as her namesake. Currently we do not have power at our apartment (again, it had been restored but this morning the transformer blew,) so I am emailing you from Katy's mom's house, which had electricity/internet restored yesterday. If you need to get in touch with me the best way is through text messaging, since cell phone service is still spotty at best, and the gods only know when electricity and internet will be restored to our place.

For those of you in affected areas, I hope you are all safe and well. And if you need help battling looters, just let me know -- I am bored as hell!

top to bottom: Pixel, myself, Éowyn


Well, as of today it will have been a week since my little shieldmaiden of Rohan came into the world. For the curious, Éowyn currently has dark hair, and steel-grey eyes. Of course, both her hair color and eye color may very well change over the ensuing months. (Apparently, eye color can change for up to six months after birth.) And she certainly has the long, thin talons, er, fingers from my side of the family and notable grip strength.

Both mother and daughter are still doing great, and to quote the pediatrician that checked Éowyn over in the hospital: "I don't know what to tell you, there's nothing to say, she's perfect." Hearing that your kid is perfectly healthy is quite reassuring, by the way.

She is unusually strong, much more so than I had expected, and, believe it or not, was able to lift up her head for periods of time-- from birth. Yeah, apparently that is not considered normal until about the first month. So it is just a matter of time now before she picks up a longsword and charges into the fray.

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Éowyn & Pixel, engaged in a pitched battle for the fate of the universe


munchkin cat: ~ 7 lbs.
baby: 7 lbs. 14.4 oz.

munchkin cat: ~ 25 inches*
baby: 20.5 inches

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"Quantum theory provides us with a striking illustration of the fact that we can fully understand a connection though we can only speak of it in images and parables."
— Werner Heisenberg




A rather striking and humorous anecdote from Jung regarding an experience he had with a patient. This was simply too good not to share:


"My example concerns a young woman patient who, in spite of efforts made on both sides, proved to be psychologically inaccessible. The difficulty lay in the fact that she always knew better about everything. Her excellent education had provided her with a weapon ideally suited to this purpose, namely a highly polished Cartesian rationalism with an impeccably "geometrical" idea of reality. After several fruitless attempts to sweeten her rationalism by a somewhat more human understanding, I had to confine myself to the hope that something unexpected and irrational would turn up, something that would burst the intellectual retort into which she had sealed herself... She had had an impressive dream the night before, in which someone had given her a golden scarab - a costly piece of jewelry. While she was still telling me this dream, I heard something behind me gently tapping on the window. I turned round and saw that it was a fairly large flying insect that was knocking against the windowpane from outside in the obvious effort to get into the dark room. This seemed to me very strange. I opened the window immediately and caught the insect in the air as it flew in. It was a scarabeid beetle, or common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), whose golden-green colour most nearly resembles that of a golden scarab. I handed this beetle to my patient with the words "Here is your scarab." This experience punctured the desired hole in her rationalism and broke the ice of her intellectual resistance. The treatment could now continue with satisfactory results."

"We see here appearing clearly the main characteristics of a synchronicity event: one must be able to establish a meaningful correlation between the objective outer event and the person’s inner psychological state, and the correlation must be acausal."

"The second essential feature is the lack of causal connection between the outer event and the subjective inner state... In this sense, neither the outer event (beetle) causes the inner (dream) nor vice-versa. Instead they are acausally related through meaning and not simply a chance coming together of outer events and inner psychological states."

— Carl Jung, Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle, p. 110

"Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke."

— Der Steppenwolf - Hermann Hesse




A positively Discordian sentiment if I ever heard one!

[re-posted from December 2005 -- enjoy!]



’TWAS the night before Winter Solstice, when all through the ship
Not a creature was stirring, not even a zoog;
The sacrifices were bled by the altar with care,
In hopes that ST. CTHULHU soon would be there;
The children were shackled all snug to their walls,
While nightmares of calamari danced in their skulls;
And mamma with her cauldron, and I with my black cat,
Had just frenzied our brains for a long Witches’ Sabbat,
When out on the sea there arose such a foetor,
I sprang from the altar to see what was the matter.
Away we all scrambled from the ritual Black Mass,
Tore open the porthole and threw wide the glass.
The stars were right, on the Antarctic snow
Giving the lustre of midnight to the albino penguins below,
When, what to my horrified eyes should appear,
But a gargantuan sloop, and eight slimy Cnidar[ians]*,
With a Great Old abomination, so loathsome and cruel,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Thul.
More rapid than nightgaunts his jellies they came,
And he gurgled, and gibbered, and called them by name;
"Now, Dzyan! now, Derleth! now, Pickman and Gug!
On, Cthäat! on, Chaugnar! on, Dunwich and Bokrug!
To the top of the temple! Through the darkness we crawl!
Now slime away! Slime away! Slime away all!"
As wet leaves that before the wild Ithaqua fly,
They consume any obstacle, as they ooze, through the sky;
So up to the ship-top the jellies they flew,
With the sloop full of shoggoths, and St. Cthulhu too.
And then, in a wink, I heard on the mezzanine
The prowling and pawing of things most obscene.
I drew in my head and hoped to run to the shore,
When through the ceiling St. Cthulhu crashed with a roar.
He was draped all in slime, from his head to his claw,
And his jaws were blood-stained from the men crammed down his maw;
A bundle of torsos he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a nightmare from abysses quite black.
His eyes—how they glimmered! His tentacles how gory!
His teeth were like harpoons, his head the size of a lorry!
His drooling mouth gaped wide enough to swallow a tree,
And the beard of his tentacles was as green as the sea;
The stump of a leg he held tight in his teeth,
And noxious foetor encircled his head like a wreath;
He had an eldritch face and an extra-dimensional girth,
That shook when he chortled, like he might swallow the Earth.
He was bloated and vast, a right loathsome Old One,
And I genuflected when I saw him, quite forgetting my gun;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread;
He gibbered not a word, but went straight to his lunch,
And ate all the children, with a bone-snapping munch,
And laying his talon aside of my head,
Bit it right off, leaving me good and dead;
He sprang to his sloop, to his team gave a gurgle,
And away they all flew with a blasphemous burble,
None were left to hear him exclaim, ere he oozed out of sight,
"Merry Cephalopodmas to all, and to all a squid-night!
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"




* Cnidarians

A dark and brooding Winter Solstice, to one and all!



Sometime a keeper here in Windsor Forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner.
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age,
This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth.

— William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor




Herne the Hunter, with his demon hounds and accompanying owl




The Hosting Of The Sidhe

THE host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.

— William Butler Yeats