Call me crazy if you like, but I’m about ready for a gigantic, sweeping resurgence of art nouveau decor. I want to live in a world where even the most trivial, everyday utensils are transformed into baroque sculptures of organic decadence interwoven with motifs of jellyfish and scandalously nude, full-figured women. I want more Toulouse-Lautrec prints! I want more Aubrey Beardsley! I want eating utensils sculpted to look like twigs with big slugs and dragonflies crawling all over them! Yeah! Bring on the revolution, baby!
Well, I said you can call me crazy if you like.
§176. Respect for flag
No disrespect should be shown to the flag of the United States of America; the flag should not be dipped to any person or thing. Regimental colors, State flags, and organization or institutional flags are to be dipped as a mark of honor.
(i) The flag should never be used for advertising purposes in any manner whatsoever. It should not be embroidered on such articles as cushions or handkerchiefs and the like, printed or otherwise impressed on paper napkins or boxes or anything that is designed for temporary use and discard. Advertising signs should not be fastened to a staff or halyard from which the flag is flown.
hmm… I have a few car lots around here that should read this.
for respect, maybe a trip to http://www.ushistory.org/betsy/flagetiq.html is in order.
The cyborg roaches are coming, blinking red lights and all. I don’t like this. Not one bit.
The United Nations has tried to ban people from traipsing up to the moon whenever they feel the urge and sticking a flag in it, but The Lunar Republic, when established here on Earth, will monitor and adjudicate the uses to which everyone’s favorite satellite is put. No longer will its popular landmarks be endangered by growing development concerns.
The story of the Fisher King begins when the king is a boy, having to spend the night alone in the forest to prove his courage so he can become king. And while he’s spending the night alone he is visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appears the Holy Grail, the symbol of God’s divine grace. And a voice said to the boy, “You shall be keeper of the grail so that it may heal the hearts of men.” But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life of power, glory, and beauty. And in this state of radical amazement he felt for a brief moment, not like a boy, but invincible, like God. So he reached in the fire to take the grail and the grail vanished, leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded. Now as this boy grew older his wound grew deeper, until one day life for him lost its reason. He had no faith in any man, not even himself. He couldn’t love, or feel love. He was sick with experience; he began to die. One day a fool wandered into the castle and found the king alone. Now being a fool he was simple-minded; he didn’t see a king, he only saw a man alone and in pain. And he asked the king, “What ails you, friend?” The king replied, “I’m thirsty. I need some water to cool my throat.” So the fool took a cup from beside his bed, filled it with water, and handed it to the king. As the king began to drink, he realized his wound was healed. He looked in his hands and there was the Holy Grail, that which he had sought all of his life. He turned to the fool and said with amazement, “How could you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?” The fool replied, “I don’t know. I only knew that you were thirsty.”