TiddlyLightBoxExamples

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 19:06:00 GMT

Images in a lightbox:

Let's try a text link:

click me

Html div in a lightbox:

Tiddlers in a lightbox:

Let's give it a go:

menu

sidebar

Full Documentation
TiddlyLightBoxPlugin

Picasa

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 19:05:00 GMT

http://picasaweb.google.com/magbhitu/Test

Basic Character Spredsheet

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 19:02:00 GMT

http://sheet.zoho.com/publish.do?docurl=ccpwdbgYMSkm8I%2BrK%2FcaiIUc9SFuNySO7bg01Qa0wqb%2BuVm31GQvyw%3D%3D&name=JROKiEh%2Fepv%2BuVm31GQvyw%3D%3D

Crable's Site

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 19:02:00 GMT

i've been building this site for a while, its almost done

http://www.nioncapul.net/crable/explorer

The Right to turn OFF

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 18:38:00 GMT

The consensual hyper-present media overlay is coming. One could say certain elements of the current web will become it's vital organs. True some will go vestigial over time– and it's perhaps too soon to predict which ones will. The trend is solid though; continuous extenuation of the digital sensorium into all aspects of life.

Some of us will abhor this ubiquity – just as certain religious sects rejected the electricity and internal combustion engines of the previous century. The question is, will the dissenters even have the choice to opt out? It's easy for me to imagine a 'war on terror' fueled police state, that mandates full digital participation by its citizens. Cradle to grave surveillance in order to facilitate a dubious monitoring of heath, legal, and economic safety. Scary stuff.

On the other hand would be the equally dubious utopia of digital rejection and or disenfranchisement. You want to be a Luddite? - fine – the state will just forget about you. Such 'little people' with no access to the hyper-mediated civic dialog could disappear – or be disappeared. Equally scary.

The trick is, (I believe) to imagine a counter reality with blends these two polarities into a future that incorporates the best of both while steering clear of the degrading aspects of either. That will take some work. The crucial first rung of this platform – is something we now take for granted – but should seriously be considered for inclusion in the Bill of Rights. The right to turn OFF.

Coral

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 02:03:00 GMT

Her fruit body life
half measured
matrix of blessing
this sun amalgam of
dust grains and prayers
spokes to the eye
where the coral grows
secret
to dream her as a pocked stem
locked
in petrified honey
so resinous it
crests
the brittle laurel
full into a comb of rays.

Geilta on the Marne

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 02:01:00 GMT

I can just hear a twitter of loveliness yet,
a vapid perfume in the salon.
Maybe just a haze above the territories and armed borders.

For in August the maps are spread out
and soon a clatter will draw down
the bird song's warnings
into the bucket
of
organs.

Ping ping tweet
ping ping tweet
ping ping tweet

We saw it coming, these
Poems of War
Trumpets of dead flowers,
Fermenting the lambics of slaughter.

I wonder if Sassoon and Owen flew off like cranes -
through a bardo of murmurs.
Or festooned with crow feathers
gathered to eat watercress along the Marne.

But perch?
Will they perch and sing?
I don't know if the drawing-rooms will ever be cracked open
enough
to hear their true tones
of love.

Saasoon

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 02:01:00 GMT

Paroled
a crow
overlooks
the trampled harrows

a wound in the head
has got him over
the flaming wall
at last...
(he was a Sigfried after all)

in the hospital
he thought
about his friend

who had courted wisely
amongst the maidens of the slain
and picked at the corpses
expertly
in satire

who's been
dead a week
before the
Armistice
settles

a clutch of papers,
sheet music
remains to be gathered
and published

dulce! dulce! mocks his songbird pity-
torn scraps of a life
wasted in trenches.
Is it a lovebird's warble to hear?
or just a crow's
warnings for the next war.

Akashic Ice

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 01:56:00 GMT

Peer down through a mirrored lake or a deepening pool,

Find consciousness there, feeding the fungi on the rime frost -

Fat and butter to an ancient cow.

Once she licked and nourished

but now she chews and grinds the ovum

ice and fire

whirling

heart-of-the-world

It must be

rendered

this grist

sugar and vinegar

Onioning the ice

like

a mummies bandage

around a hollow bone.

More for the snow monkeys

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 12:59:00 GMT

She had a delicate way
with the strings;
hidden but blushing
He shrugged
through the ragged gussets
down to the ice
Beneath his skin;
Roiled psychopoms and ergergors
A warren of hare's
straining in the stomach of a python.

Welcome

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 11:28:00 GMT

Welcome to my site version 5.0. Yes, I'm the madman in the picture to the right. It is my aim to make this page a rational and uncluttered introduction to myself and my many endevores. Not bloody likely! - but a worthy aim anyhow. Please see the Survey (big blue horseskull icon) to the left for whats new. Otherwise, the images link will serve as a quick visual intro to my art and image making activities. The projects page serves that same purpose, but also attempts to catagorize the art stuff into separate modus operandi's. On the projects page can be found stuff about my other interests, terrian modeling, acupunture, worldbuilding.

I headwelped the keeing Nioncapul out of my word-hoard several years back to serve as a my web namespace. While I enjoy that it is an odd and uncomfortable word, perhaps related alliteratively to nincompoop, I assure you that it is not simple nonsense.

A Performance of Frankenstein to Snow Monkeys

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:11:00 GMT

"I will quit the neighborhood of man.."..Dr.V.Frankenstein

Marionette's of papyrus perform Frankenstein
behind a tattered screen,
overlooking the hot spring.

Through the steam
the audience consists,
only of silver monkeys bathing.

You wonder if they just feign
disinterest in the puppetry.
Their sneers and rituals mimic
perfectly the preoccupations of the departed crowd.
Who groomed and chattered
just as,
waiting their turn to submerse.

But you know the creaking paper means nothing to them.
Just some moths that flutter stupidly
at the sash.
The Monster sees us the same way,
scratching at a caul -
he disembarks down to the ice.

Responce to Hlidskjalf

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:09:00 GMT

What follows is my friend Tony Jone's riff on my poem Hlidskjalf

Because thought and memory map the world,
in the kingdom of the blind soon a lifetime
of visions will pour into nothing, as savants
question the construct of kingship. Now,
they divine the election of new senators;
like wine through a hollow sieve, clueless,
cantankerous, the congealments of royal blood
drowned out by an energetic trickle, a boiling,
down the side of a cup. Imagine the effects of such
blood and semen, of radishes, in their proper grail
in the fore-districts of the kitchen.

There is a discipline to sight in that nebular division;
so too with words, distinctions must be made;
from the hot seat, pages turn in the service
of meaning. As forest grows, so does the knife
fall and wind push in the service of the people.
Oceans of molecules fear the king's single eye still,
across prairie blinking its last in the dust,
backlit by his ravens having come to the feast,
the purple spectacular thuddings- Betrayers -
of a low pressure zone.

-Tony Jones

Hlidskjalf

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:06:00 GMT

Hlidskjalf

In the kingdom of the blind,

The savants have questioned the construct of kingship.

Now they divine the election of new senators

by the congealings of the royal blood.

Just a energetic trickle down the side of a cup

is enough to appoint a new Pontificus Maximus.

Imagine the effects of such blood and semen

In it's proper grail.

There is a discipline to sight;

So too with words.

Distinctions must be made;

In the service of meaning.

So does the knife fall

in the service of the people.

They fear the king's single eye still.

Blinking its last in the dust.

His ravens have come to the feast.

Betrayers -

Thought and Memory

They glutton – soon a lifetime

of visions will pour into nothing

Like wine through a hollow sieve.

BatGownStumuck

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 14:42:00 GMT

Digital Painting

Lokwigh

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 14:41:00 GMT

digital painting

dug up a ancient watercolor and remastered it to fix proportions and shading

Dragon Alphas

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 14:33:00 GMT

3D Rendering

download alphapack here.

LeperkhanOssain Wayang Animation

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 14:54:00 GMT

Three Knights

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 14:53:00 GMT

3D Rendering

Serramin Underwater

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 14:14:00 GMT

Medium: 3D rendering

Sarrao world building - all about the Serramin
http://www.dmweade.com/sarrao/tiki-view_forum_thread.php?forumId=6&comments_parentId=47