Best of spam, Uncategorized

So, this appeared in my spam

Posted on by The 40 year old magpie

It’s a long post. It includes an old address for me. It’s a malware email. I removed the headers…

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Delivered-To: @gmail.com
Received: by 10.28.238.92 with SMTP id m89csp5697369wmh;
Thu, 29 Jun 2017 22:52:46 -0700 (PDT)
X-Received: by 10.99.95.6 with SMTP id t6mr19625928pgb.141.1498801966612;
Thu, 29 Jun 2017 22:52:46 -0700 (PDT)

(snippety headers)

ARC-Authentication-Results: i=1; mx.google.com;
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Return-Path: <info@fakeemailaddress.org>
Received: from mail.idawa.org ([23.107.203.88])
by mx.google.com with ESMTP id w1si5739461plk.360.2017.06.29.22.52.43
for <@gmail.com>;
Thu, 29 Jun 2017 22:52:46 -0700 (PDT)
Received-SPF: neutral (google.com: 23.107.203.88 is neither permitted nor denied by best guess record for domain of<info@fakeemailaddress.or) client-ip=23.107.203.88;
Authentication-Results: mx.google.com;
spf=neutral (google.com: 23.107.203.88 is neither permitted nor denied by best guess record for domain of info@warpd.org) smtp.mailfrom=<info@fakeemailaddress.org
Message-ID: <5955e72e.01ef540a.2be02.8b10SMTPIN_ADDED_BROKEN@mx.google.com>
X-Google-Original-Message-ID: <82562ce44b5158f8eab36ff168a2eb44@info@warpd.org>
Received: from ([127.0.0.1]) with MailEnable ESMTP; Thu, 29 Jun 2017 22:52:38 -0700
Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2017 05:43:40 +0000
To: Kelly Lincoln <@gmail.com>
From: Domain Notification <info@warpd.org>
Reply-To: info@warpd.org
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X-Mailer: PHPMailer 5.2.23 (https://github.com/PHPMailer/PHPMailer)
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(moar snippety doodah)

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15 Minutes, Activism, Chemo, Vocal Booth

A long time coming…

Posted on by The 40 year old magpie

so, it’s been a few months. How ya dune? Me? I’ve been regrouping on multiple levels: from a change in my mood stabilizing medication to getting a bit fitter to reconsidering the direction my podcast, At The Table, which is including a name change. When I started ATT, the concept was to have guests who were in the Creative Arts talk about their work. Over time, I discovered that since I had a very low listenership, the creatives decided I wasn’t worth their time. It became more about “who’s gonna hear” rather than just talking about their process. So, I went solo, and talking/blithering/venting for an hour is an art form I have yet to master. I’m working on it.

Soooooo…. I am also contemplating adding a video live stream so I can “loosen up” in front of the mic. (trust me, it’s easier to talk when you can actually “see”).  I”m an actor – I need the audience’s adulation and support, MY GROUPIES RIGHT AND/OR WRONG!!!!!

So, my streaming options are OBS (Open Broadcaster Software) with an external web camera for FBLive or youtube from my laptop, Periscope from my phone/tablet – I had a viewership when Meerkat was around, so Persicope is the more viable option. I love the interaction on Periscope. viewers ask questions and sometimes get a bit rude, but hey, it’s ok.

I’m thinking of renaming the show after my humor blog The 5-23.

Uncategorized

A reminder

Posted on by The 40 year old magpie

we rail at the year that reminds us that we are mortal.
like Lear railing against the winds
Death is not proud. death is not cruel
only the manner of its calling

Rail on against the manner of dying.
Rail on against the winds that swirl around us
reminding us in their gentle whisper

REMEMBER THOU ART MORTAL

Uncategorized

Notice of Compulsory Illumination

Posted on by The 40 year old magpie

– POSTED –
NOTICE OF COMPULSORY ILLUMINATION

Thank you for demonstrating your knowledge of the English language. By continuing to read this Notice, you hereby agree to be bound henceforth by the following terms and conditions:

1. You agree not to allow others to do your thinking for you. This includes making the assumption that the opinions expressed by newscasters, editors and pundits from media outlets large or small, “Conservative” or “Liberal,” are your own opinions.

2. You agree that you will not necessarily want to buy something just because there is a commercial for it on TV.

3. You agree that advancement in life is not synonymous with a fattening bank account.

4. You agree that your beliefs are not inherently more valuable than other, even conflicting, beliefs held by other people. You agree that you have neither an obligation nor a license to decide what is best for others.

5. You agree not to obey laws simply because they are on the books. Rather, you shall question the moral authority behind every legislative endeavor of every government. This point is inclusive of your responsibility not to wait for unjust laws to be repealed before violating them.

6. You agree to engage in activities resulting in excessive amounts of paperwork for “Authority Figures.” This is to slow the bastards’ march toward totalitarianism, as well as to discourage them from pursuing any further their career in being a pain in your ass.

7. You hereby deauthorize and denounce any notion you have until now espoused which furthers in your mind the idea that the State is your Protector, because it is, in all truth, the opposite.


Remember, Citizen: your compliance is not only requested, but is enforceable under this and other Agreements, regardless of whether you are aware of them or not, or whether you have already agreed or have yet to agree to them.

Mementoo Morii, Reprints & Crossposts

15 Years On

Posted on by The 40 year old magpie

 In the 15 years since the Towers fell, and over 3,000 people from around the World perished, I’m still there to a certain extent. Traveling under Fulton St on the 4 express to Bowling Green retriggered my then in-remission asthma. So, the day & it’s aftermath will always be part of me. 

I wrote this one week after the Towers fell, and I was able to get off of Staten Island via the Ferry:

     In the World of the Discordian, I would hazard that as of 9/11/01, we have left the Age of Bureaucracy, and entered the Age of Aftermath…

     Sept 18, 2001 (Rosh HaShanah) I wrote:

     A week ago, while trying to capture the remnants of Dreams, the phone rang. “Kelly, it’s Carl. the World Trade Center collapsed.” and with those words, everything changed. I turned on the radio and listened. Carl and I talked about what happened, about the safety of his family when he said: “The other Tower just collapsed. I gotta go.” He had watched it all from his office.

Over the next few days, I climbed out onto the fire escape to view the skyline. We had entered the Underworld, and New York Harbor had become the River Styx with Charon at the helm of the Ferries that ran between South Ferry and Staten Island, I emailed friends and family to let them know I was ok, helped a friend whose Mother was Missing Never to be Recovered, volunteered at the Red Cross Emergency Center at the just opened Staten Island Yankees Ballpark….

     (written on the Ferry going towards Lower Manhattan) I am now beginning my own Journey to the Underworld. I am no Orpheus, but, perhaps I am. The city is shrouded. The forlorn tolling of a buoy bell. Is that fog? or, is it smoke from the still smoldering ruins? It’s a cynic’s question. Journalist on deck. from Japan. from somewhere in the U.S.

     I can feel the Pain. Smell the Dead. The Ferry is arriving and I step in the Domain of Hades and Hekate.

     I chose to ride a bus. An M15 Local. Not much choice. It’s the only running. Lower Manhattan was ghostly in its emptiness. as the bus turned off Water St, it started to become surreal – from the closed stores and the empty Sea Port. people walking to – where? As the bus moved uptown, Life returned in slow motion. the smoke. the smell receded to be replaced by traffic. The traffic grew heavier as and then came the pictures. Walls of pictures. no picture covering another, and one woman looking at each one in its turn that had been posted on a wall of a deli. the bus first passed by Beth Israel, then Bellevue and NYU. the next wall of pictures was taped to a construction barrier at, I believe, Bellevue. and the bus continued up 1st Ave. We passed a playground where the adults seemed to outnumber the children and none were at play. Getting off the bus at 50th St., in the shadow of the UN, I walked down to 48th St. and began to walk west towards Broadway. As I walked, I was struck by the Silence. No talking. no cell phones. no music. no car horns. Silence. I walked past a silent and empty Rockefeller Center, and I stopped to look at the FOX-TV News zipper and once more was stunned: bin Laden had achieved what no one could. A unilateral cease-fire betwixt Palestinians and Israelis. Maybe they finally realized that ‘tit for tat’ would bring ruin to both sides.

     Later in the day, I walked over to Engine 54 in the Heart of the Theater District, just four blocks from the theater I used to manage. It was overwhelming. The Letters and flowers.Candles and Prayers. I cried. for the Missing Never to be Recovered, the Dead, the Living, but mostly for the children. I wished that they had missed this performance, along with the rest of the 5000+. It was one curtain that never should have gone up.

     It’s weird. I’m sitting at Starbucks and the music is this “happy-Doo-Wop” version of “muzak” It was unreal looking out the window, traffic flowing down 9th Ave. as though nothing is amiss…I considered attending Rosh Hashanah services, but somehow, I felt empty by the consideration. so, I traveled back down to South Ferry, riding the 4 Express to Bowling Green. As the train approached Fulton Street Station, smoke was evident in the tunnel, you could smell flesh. My sinuses reacted immediately and I knew my voice would be affected as well.

     What I didn’t plan on was becoming violently ill a few hours after I got home.

Coda: I revisit this post every year. I still smell the flesh in the tunnel under Fulton Street, and I still carry the dust of those who died within me. For them, I am strong.