parked noon and this is nonsense
was it noon
was it three
who am i today
par course
i tread in sneep waters
no i just disturbed, was distrubed by that
crowd
i waded in the beach just fine
i got a hair cut
it didn't matter
the cops were different

it's like i'm telling a story but leaving all the nitty grittys out- put the hoof down right top of it and be there for a while- i'm just trouting nonsense and string ring tinging along in my head.what kind of way to right is that. now i'm making descisions

it's like running that you have to think about- it's tiresome, excersise- the connections are maybe taking longer- more cells a part of it, more energy- a real workout for your brain to try and create something- maybe that's part of why we (me?) don't do it, why i would tell myself i was writing poetry (am i?) while i was really just spewing whateverr would happen to land on the page (63tre;k_). i remember actually writing that story about mrs mamera and that relationship- it left me emotionally taxed at the end of it, even anne noticed that i was flushed see i almost sad blushing, well, I had that and then i realized flushed was more technically accurate- i mean, i very well may have been blushing, but all anne observed, well shoot maybe she did observe that I was blushing, I mean, i would call her observant

i had to poop at work it was somewhat loose- i've been loose as of late- i have a suspiscion that i may have picked something up from countryside- maybe even c-diff which is supposed to be given isolation treatment...

i wass singing a lot, well some, at work today- they don't seem to mind, and may find it somewhat entertaining- it's always just songs that pop in my head and just a few riffs, like "radio active, radio active"

You ask: Why do you not ache-, your squawkings are beyond embarrassing! Because, "Fortunately, someone will always find the beauty
in the ugliest things you do."

Danner vs. Bass: What is Love?

Greg Danner:
Since the dawn of man kind, men and women have been struggling to understand the strange compulsions to touch and hold each other, having unbearably strong attractions for one another. These feelings have been called “love”, and have been blamed on everything from “the soul” or “god”. Love is the fault of not these, but a set of chemicals in the brain that have resulted from the evolutionary need to procreate.
Love is the feeling of close connection that individuals experience in regards to other individuals. Primarily, love’s purpose is to facilitate sexual reproduction. Chemicals are released in the brain to drive a person towards another person. This came about in evolution for several reasons. Species that reproduce are more likely to pass on their genetic material- that is, they are able to pass on their gentic material- so naturally, traits that encourage reproduction are more likely to be passed on. Furthermore, couples who love each other want to be with each other and spend their lives together. This facilitates the raising of offspring which is necessary for the passing of genes. Species that take care of their young are more likely to pass on their genetic material because the young need to grow into adults so they can mate and further carry on the process.
In order to encourage interest between the sexes, the brain releases powerful chemicals. The two chemicals that the brain releases are phenythamine and oxytocin. Phenylethamine causes an increase in the transfer of information between cells and acts as an agent for releasing dopamine, which causes bliss, and amphetamine, which acts similarly to adrenaline. This chemical can be released at very subtle cues given to the brain. Even a simple handshake with a member of the opposite sex (or the same sex, depending on your orientation) can release this powerful drug. “Love at first sight” may just be an overwhelming amount of chemicals. The effects of this chemical and the chemicals it stimulates can make a person feel strong, heady, emotions, have a racing pulse, and have heavy breathing. Oxytocin, which can also be released at something as simple as the touch of a lover, causes a physical need to be touched.
These intense chemical feelings, the giddiness, and everything associated with puppy love will fade within 6 months to 3 years, the length of time the brain can sustain the intense feelings of love. After these feelings fade, the psychological attachment to the person releases endorphins for the mature love of an aged couple, which is similar to the love between friends. These endorphins are addictive; the longer people are together, the longer they generally want to be together, which facilitates further fecundation.
Love isn’t anything magical or special. Each time a person feels like “no one has ever felt this way before”, they are dead wrong. Love is just the means for humans to get around to having sex. People who make poetry and love songs and get all sappy about love may as well sing about any other set of chemical reactions. They ought to make songs about photosynthesis and cry over cellular respiration. Love is nothing but the natural desire to procreate and carry on the human race. Human beings expirience these feelings of chemical desire so they can manage to tolerate each other long enough to get around to having sexual intercourse.




Charles Bass:

Love is the greatest outpouring of the human soul. It blooms like a flower and scatters its seeds to the wind. It tames the wild beasts and quiets the angry mob. It is the force which keeps our community together and protects us from the evils of the world. In the absence of the beautiful outpouring of poetic goodness that is love, man would be an empty and uncaring husk, devoid of its humanity, like a vicious animal. Through its grace there is no obstacle which cannot be overcome, it is the ultimate force, the deus ex amor. Though many deign to lump all kinds of love together, it is necessary to distinguish them for clarity of argument. It is through the separation and delineation of love that it may be demonstrated that love is a more mysterious thing than neuronal firings.
Familial love is the love someone feels for their family members and very close friends. It develops from the close bond created from close contact with one’s family members from the moment of birth, including the immediate bond created with one’s mother. It is an unbreakable bastion of affection and loyalty. Will anyone claim that their devotion to their mother or their father could be eliminated by injection? That some magical chemical is the root of that and not their soul?
Universal love is the love for all people, things, of God, or to God. This is the love of the great theologians, that indomitable will known as Christian Charity. It is the bond among each individual and every other living being, that connection which nearly defines humanity and allows for the essential goodness of people. This is the love which inspires piety, charity, and compassion. Can any good Christian declare their God and values obsolete and the product of a chemistry experiment?
Romantic love is seldom differentiated from sexual attraction, because they almost always occur together, however, they are very much separate concepts. Romantic love can be the strongest of all loves. Romantic love is the overpowering impulse to be near and have contact with one other person. It is romantic love that has fueled the arts for centuries by providing those blessed with a muse beyond all others. Those of you who are in love, those of you who are married, can you put that in a beaker? Can that be separated in a centrifuge?
Paul gives us another interpretation in his letters to the Corinthians: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres” (Corinthians 13:4-7).
Notice that Paul gives no mention of “oxytocins” or “neurons”, instead, he credits love as an extension of our human spirit as given to us by God. Paul, the very cornerstone of our Christian faith, believed in the metaphysical dimension of love.
All types of love, despite their strengths and weaknesses, are still beautiful expressions of mankind’s nature and are separate from any banal chemical process. It is a spit in the face of all art and majesty to suppose that love is a chemical soup. It is love that preserves humanity and to deny its existence as a separate metaphysical anomaly is to deny religion, art, and goodness.

The Evils of Grinding

Mr. Bork found out about Grinding at Heelan, so he made the expected deal that's expected of him. He wrote this letter and sent it to all the families of Heelan's High school students.

January 28, 2010
Dear Valued Families,
Today I would like to approach a topic that I never imagined I would write on. I have taken
numerous courses regarding school administration and have read several articles on successful
schools. In my course work and in my reading the topic of “freak” or “dirty” dancing has not been
covered one time.
I would like to first begin by saying in general our school dances are very positive experiences. I
usually chaperone these events and find it enjoyable. Our kids truly love to be together as a
community. Unlike many other schools our attendance is extremely high and the overall behavior
is outstanding. Our students go against the trend as almost every one of them is on the dance
floor for almost every song. These are all positives that I would like to maintain at Bishop Heelan.
The one negative of our dances has been the recent infusion of “freak” dancing. For those of you
who are unsure or unaware of this term I will add a definition from answers.com:
What is Freak Dancing?
Freak dancing (or grinding) is when two or more dancers rub together to music in a
suggestive sexual manner. You can think of it like dry humping, where no actual
intercourse takes place, but partners and groups simulate sexual acts and positions.
Freak dancing has also been referred to as juking, houseing, freaking, bubbling, dirty
dancing, bump and grind, and crunking (in the UK).
In the US, many freak dancers are adults, but in recent years a popular trend has
sprung among young teens, who have embraced this form of sexual expression on the
dance floor. Back in 1987, the movie Dirty Dancing showed a tamer version of freak
dancing. A couple years later, the Lambada also had some variations of grinding.
The issue of “freak” dancing became apparent after our 2009 homecoming dance. I personally
was uncomfortable with the actions of our students. I was also disappointed in myself and my
ability to uphold the high standards and expectations of Bishop Heelan Catholic High School. I
have discussed this topic with other school administrators, staff members, parent groups,
individual students and our student council. My objective was simple; I wanted to clean up the
actions at dances without threatening the attendance, good times, or the sense of community
shared by our student body. In theory this seems like an easy goal, but finding a policy, or way to
enforce actions has proven to be impossible. The one way to ensure our students behave in a
manner that is representative of Bishop Heelan is to simply ban “freak” dancing from school
functions. I can not as the building administrator in good conscience allow your students to
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behave in this manner while entrusted to my care. If you question whether or not this style of
dancing is right or wrong, I will include step by step instructions to “freaking” from answers.com:
How to Freak Dance
Let’s get started. Below are some of the common techniques that can help you learn
how to freak dance.
• Dance partners face in the same direction where one has their groin in contact
with the other’s butt, or in sexual terms – doggie style.
• Facing each other, dance partners straddle their laps. This is basically a
simulated version of rubbing ones private parts together on your partner’s thigh
through clothing.
• The female partner supports her weight on the floor with her hands and has her
partner stand directly behind her holding her legs or feet up.
• Another technique is known as the “Wave”. Partners synchronize grinding
motions to the beat of the music playing.
• Grinding motions are also known as “Side-to-Side” where partners press
together front to back and front to front.
• In the “Rotational”, the hips move in a circular or figure eight pattern.
• An extreme move called the “Vibration Gyration” involves rapid movements of
the entire body or rear end to the beat of music playing.
• Freak dancing can start with the female partner leading with her hips as her
male partner copies what she does, moving along with her. Or her partner may
simply direct the motions from behind with his hands.
• A “bumping line”, “freak train”, “booty line” or “pelvis conga” is a chain of
dancers, single sex or mixed that grind together in a line to the beat of the
music.
• Another technique called the “sandwich” involves two or more members of the
same sex surrounding another person of the opposite sex in a sort of simulated
“group sex” or orgy type of action.
I understand that this is a graphic description and hope very much that it wasn’t insulting or
offensive to any readers. I also want to make sure that as parents you understand exactly the
elements that are becoming more prevalent at our functions. Upon reading this, I think we can all
agree that these actions should not take place at a Bishop Heelan Catholic School sponsored
dance, or event. I hope you will support me and the rest of our staff as the final two dances of the
school year are approaching. If you have any questions or comments please feel free to contact
me at 252‐0573 or email me at borkc@bishophelan.org.
Thank you,
Christian A. Bork
Principal



Naturally, I wrote a response.


Dear Mr. Bork,

I read your open letter on "Freak Dancing", and I figured it would be useful for you to hear from a student's perspective. Firstly, the term used to describe the form of dancing you describe in your letter is almost always referred to by people around here as "Grinding", and sometimes "Dirty Dancing". In fact, I have never heard of it referred to by any other name before today. Secondly, this isn't at all recent. Throughout my entire experience at Heelan, grinding has appeared regularly at every single dance. In fact, all of the other dances that I have been to have hosted grinding, from the Music Camp at USD, to the Woodbury County Fair's "Barn Dance". Thirdly, you have no reason to be ashamed for the presence of "Grinding" at Heelan. This form of dancing is ubiquitous.

Mr. Bork,the definition of grinding you used described it has a form of sexual expression on the dance floor. I feel that this is a horrible generalization. It very well may be a form of sexual expression for many hormonally charged teens who do it, however it isn't the dance itself that forces the act to become "a sexual expression on the dance floor", it is the actors. Many interactions between human beings can be an act of sexual expression if the people participating make it such. A simple stroke of a cheek may be a tender brush from a father to a daughter or an arousing touch of skin from a passionate lover. Forms of physical contact have different meanings based on the intent of those committing the actions. Obviously a hug from a man to his son has different connotations than a hug from a man to his wife. It doesn't make sense to ban an action based on the intent of some who commit the action. If I formed a sacrilegious club in which the sign of the cross was a symbol of the devil, you wouldn't consider banning the sign of the cross. I feel that at Heelan, students come to the dances with the positive attitude that's cultured in our classrooms. I believe that our students grind merely because it is the popular way to dance. If our students really needed a form of "sexual expression" then they wouldn't attend our dances, they would be having sex elsewhere.

The step by step definition you included used some pretty graphic descriptions. Those forms of grinding that are outrageously suggestive aren't even practiced at Heelan. The rest of the definition either mislabels the spirit of the actions practiced in regards to Heelan grinding (I understand that in other places the spirit of grinding is outright sexual) or simply explains things which aren't questionable or bad. Allow me to explain:
• Dance partners face in the same direction where one has their groin in contact

with the other’s butt, or in sexual terms – doggie style.

I don't know a lot about two dogs having sex, but I don't think it looks like two teenagers swaying back and forth to music. When we dance at Heelan, we don't dance "in sexual terms", we dance to dance. We don't ask our partners "Missionary or Doggie style?", we say "I like this song" or we sing along to the lyrics or have other conversation. I think I'd about vomit if all the dancing I was doing was sexually motivated. We dance for fun.

• Facing each other, dance partners straddle their laps. This is basically a

simulated version of rubbing ones private parts together on your partner’s thigh

through clothing.

If you have ever given anyone a hug or bumped into anyone on an elevator, there is a good chance that your "private parts" have rubbed against them. In fact, many other dances besides grinding have some form of pelvic contact, like the tango. At Heelan, the touching of "private parts" is incidental, as it is in a close hug.

• The female partner supports her weight on the floor with her hands and has her

partner stand directly behind her holding her legs or feet up.

This never happens at Heelan. I have never seen this at any dance.

• Another technique is known as the “Wave”. Partners synchronize grinding

motions to the beat of the music playing.

Synchronizing movements to the beat of the music is called dancing, which I would think is highly appropriate for any dance.

• Grinding motions are also known as “Side-to-Side” where partners press

together front to back and front to front.

This is a restatement of what grinding is.



• In the “Rotational”, the hips move in a circular or figure eight pattern.

Is there a problem with circular and figure eight patterns?



• An extreme move called the “Vibration Gyration” involves rapid movements of

the entire body or rear end to the beat of music playing.

While I have never really encountered really fast grinding, I guess if the beat was fast, the grinding could be fast. Any dance can have an upbeat tempo.

• Freak dancing can start with the female partner leading with her hips as her

male partner copies what she does, moving along with her. Or her partner may

simply direct the motions from behind with his hands.

Most forms of dance have a particular sex lead, like the Waltz, where the male leads.

• A “bumping line”, “freak train”, “booty line” or “pelvis conga” is a chain of

dancers, single sex or mixed that grind together in a line to the beat of the

music.

I haven't ever seen this at Heelan.

• Another technique called the “sandwich” involves two or more members of the

same sex surrounding another person of the opposite sex in a sort of simulated

“group sex” or orgy type of action.

This is like calling a group hug an orgy type of action. The intent at Heelan isn't "let's make believe like we are having sex", it's simply a dance. In the sandwich, an additional partner is included who would otherwise be left dancing alone.


Grinding may be sexual simulation for some, but I feel that at Heelan, our students are more wholesome than that. I feel that grinding is just like any other form of dance for the students who accept Jesus as their savior at Bishop Heelan. I believe we have a wholesome, fun loving attitude, and would be reviled at the idea of grinding as a form of sexual expression.I understand why you are uncomfortable- this form of dancing had me raising my eyebrows when I first saw it. However, this dance's presence at Heelan is just good, clean fun. Our students are a cut above average. I encourage you to reconsider your position on the matter.

Thank You,
Gregory Joseph Danner
Student

My family was supposed to leave for Kansas City today by 7:30 am. We didn't leave town till ten. I was awakened by Erick at 8:20 who had my mom on the phone urging me to leave, because she was in town waiting for us after she had picked Mikal up from some Scout sleepover thing that he was at. Of course, as soon as Erick had left the room, I fell asleep again, only to hear my dad yelling "Come On!" in his disappointed/pissed voice yelling at the top of his lungs. At that point I got out of bed, threw my clothes on, and just sort of walked around the house yelling at people to hurry up. I wasn't in a good mood because I had stayed up till three or four the previous night, and I always feel dirty in the mornings until I shower, which made my mood even worse, and I didn't have any socks on as I walked about the house, and people were tracking in snow as the scuffled to and from the car, which meant that I kept stepping in water, which was really uncomfortable, plus they always left the door open. I continued to dawdle, convinced that I was ready to leave, and that everyone else was to blame for our off schedule departure, even as I didn't have any socks on. Throughout this time, my mom kept calling me to see how far along the road we were, and each time I had to tell her that we hadn't even left yet, which added to my irritation because I was reminded that we needed to go somewhere I was also annoyed at my mom for calling me so many times. I really hate receiving phone calls when I am in a bad mood. It felt like these phone calls where distracting me from doing something, which was actually nothing. Eventually I just resolved to take a shower, because I figured that we weren't going to leave for a while anyways. I did, and afterwords I was put in a much better mood, until I went downstairs and it took me three tries to get good socks, but when I did I was fine. Yet another thing that was making me irate was my sore throat that has been bothering me for the past couple of days. I gargled some Listerine which presumably made it better, because it didn't bother me all day until now, because I just thought of it. I was just generally groggy and pissy. At some point my family got it's shit together and we piled into the big green van. Of course, the fights erupted almost immediately, in the tradition of being about almost absolutely nothing. I think someone Erick and Stephen were clawing over who got to lean their head where. After things got settled in the van, we took off, only to have my dad almost get stuck in the snow, but fortunately for all our eardrums, he was able to get out in a most timely manner. Before we could meet up with my mom and brother Mikal, both of whom had been waiting way past the point at which they were supposed to get picked up, I needed to be dropped off at Tott's to pick up my car, which turned out to be fine. Well, they fixed it. The Serpentine Belt had broken, which cost eighty three dollars to fix. After I had the car picked up, at the insistence of the usual nagging phone call from my mother, I was obliged by agreement to go check on some heating vent at Dragonmouth. Apparently the heater will shut off if the steam hole on a house is blocked by snow. It was fine. I met up with my family at St. Luke's hospital where my mom and brother had been waiting and we finally set off. In the car we were served Hy-Vee knock off pop tarts and Land O'Lakes Orange juice. It made for one delicious meal... Not. To entertain everyone for a pit, I got out my Blackberry and read off some riddles from the internet. Of course, these distractions couldn't prevent the inevitable. As soon as we hit the freeway, Mary announced that she had to go to the bathroom. we stopped at the first one out of Sioux City. after that, I took a nap to the sounds of the narration of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I awoke in Omaha outside the children's museum. I was not enthused. Mikal wasn't too happy either. He had stayed up all night at his scouting event, and due to the babies and Stephen's excessive talking, he was unable to "get an ounce of sleep". He was pissed. I decided that I didn't want to go into the museum when I saw that most of the people going in there were not exactly people I could relate too, since I am not at least 10 years younger. Billy and I went on walking towards the shopping district by the Gene Leahy mall.

I just woke up. I was awakened by my dear sweet mother with a flurry of bright lights, frantic cries for help, and desperate incompetancy. My mother had gotten stuck in the snow and me and my dad needed to shovel her out immediately. She was already late to work! She made it sound like she had high centered the car amidst a four foot high snow bank. Then, when we got outside, she informed us that our neighbors dogs had stolen our shovels- straight from a fifties sitcom, and we would have to go hassle our neighbors about it. Her car was hardly stuck. One wheel was slightly comprimised by the snow. I got in the car and begam rocking it back and forth, and my dad pushed the front when I was in reverse. It took us less than a minute. I am curious to know how long she tried before she came begging for help. I can't imagine she waited to long. I imagine she was already running late, as usual, but this gave her an excuse to front the blame on me for not instantly waking up and a chance for her to excersise her wonderful freaking out abilities. I was tempted to recite the parable where Hercules refuses to help the man stuck in the mud. I didn't. The whole thing was just annoying. I think I will go back to sleep now.

Dead, or Hopefully Just Lacking a Functioning Alternator

Earlier today as I was heading to John's house to find something to do, I was driving my car- my usual method of transportation. Now, my car isn't the greatest, it is probably headed for the grave. As I was driving to John's, I ran over the train track where cars are supposed to go. As soon as I hit the bump, trouble came. The heater went from full blast to half-ass, the radio shut off, and I lost power steering. This raised some alarms for me, so I called John. He had me check my brakes, and they were fine. He told me to just continue on my way, but park facing down the hill by his hous in case my car should decided not to start. This would make pushing easy. I agreed with this course of action. We went to a movie with some friends in John's car. When we arrived back at John's house and I chose to leave, I found that my car did start, but only after the third try. It didn't sound nice either. The car sounded like a weak tortured animal being prodded to move when all it wants is to just quit the terrible life it was living. I didn't let my car quit. I headed home, and everything was fine. My leather jacket that I got for Christmas kept me warm, and I sang songs to make up for the lack of radio. This paradise was soon lost. As I was a approaching a red light, my spedometer started going nuts, dancing all over the place, finally resting at zero. The engine considered it unfair that the spedometer should be allowed to rest while the engine was working, and the engine stopped, and rolled to a stop at the light. I tried to restart the engine, but all I heard was this horrendous clicking noise. By this time I already had John on the phone. I advised me to call my parents. I did. My mom suggested that John should come pick me up. I said I wanted them to pick me up. She agreed to send my dad. I waited in the cold, waving cars past me, explaining I had someone coming to the good Saritans who checked to see that I was O.K.. After about ten minutes of waiting' Kane Martin drove up behind me because he was on his way home. This gave him a good excuse to be home late, so he let me keep warm in his car as I waited for my dad to come. Some jackass family drove up behind my car, and not seeing anyone in it, they had to make it their buisness. I saw them looking at my car, so O got out of Kane's car and let them know that it was mine. The man let me know that the law was on its way. He started asking me all sorts of questions about my car as if it were his buiseness. The first question he asked me was ridiculous. He asked why my car was in the middle of the street. So I had to explain to him how it had quit running, then he had a real question. He asked why I didn't have my hazards on, so I told him that those had quit too. After the man got back in his car, I noticed that he was just sorta chilling behind my car, not moving. I went and asked him what was up, and he told me that he was going to sit there and use his car's hazard lights. I told him that my friend could just out his car there, and they could all just be on their way, but he responded that they were fine. I went back to Kane's car and chilled in the warmth until my dad showed up, at which point the jackasses left. Kane left after them. I got in my car and my dad situated his car behind mine with the plan to push it bumper to bumper into the gas station parking lot. This worked like a charm, with my dad graciously ramming my car's rear with his car, moving its butt slowly, surely, until we got to the slight incline into the gas station. The icy conditions prooved a bit much more my dad's tires so we had to get out and push my car up a little so that may dad's car would be able to build up speed to get up the ramp, then slow down, then ram my car. during this time the cops came and left without noticing us, so there was no hassle from them to worry about. I got my car parked and I got in my dad's car which hyad a fully functioning heater, which was most certainly heaven found after I had been frozen in Iowa winter weather. My dad drove me home, and the car will get towed to the mechanic tomorrow for either its autopsy or fixing. I can only hope at thid point. That car has served me well, not crashing when my driving skills were absent, not remaining stuck in the snow when other cars would have needed a tow truck. And that car took so much abuse. The junk piled high in it, the people piled higher. Its side was scrathed badly. More dings cover it. Its windshield is cracked. After all this, it still lived to serve me. May it rest iin peace, or live on to fight on... At least until I get another car.