RESURRECT DEAD ON PLANET JUPiTER

In the spirit of full disclosure, here’s a chat transcript between disgraced Republican (ex) Congressman Mark Foley and his 16 year old (same sex) object of his pedophilic affection. Haha!

Maf54 (7:25:14 PM): hey
Auto response from Xxxxxxxxx (7:25:14 PM): scrounging for food…brb

Maf54 (7:25:25 PM): ok
Maf54 (7:25:35 PM): kep scrounging
Xxxxxxxxx (7:31:51 PM): boo
Maf54 (7:32:13 PM): bo dude
Xxxxxxxxx (7:32:17 PM): lol
Xxxxxxxxx (7:32:26 PM): whered ya go this afternoon
Maf54 (7:33:39 PM): i am in pensecola…had to catch a plane
Xxxxxxxxx (7:33:47 PM): oh well thats fun
Maf54 (7:34:04 PM): indeed
Xxxxxxxxx (7:34:14 PM): what are you doing in pensecola
Maf54 (7:34:21 PM): now in my hotel room
Xxxxxxxxx (7:34:39 PM): well ..like why did you go there
Maf54 (7:35:02 PM): for the campaign
Xxxxxxxxx (7:35:29 PM): have you officialy announced yt
Maf54 (7:35:45 PM): not yet
Xxxxxxxxx (7:36:06 PM): cool cool…
Maf54 (7:37:27 PM): how my favorite young stud doing
Xxxxxxxxx (7:37:46 PM): tired and sore
Xxxxxxxxx (7:37:52 PM): i didnt no waltzing could make you sore
Maf54 (7:38:04 PM): from what
Xxxxxxxxx (7:38:34 PM): what do you mean from what
Xxxxxxxxx (7:38:42 PM): from waltzing…im sore from waltzing
Maf54 (7:39:32 PM): tahts good
Maf54 (7:39:32 PM): you need a massage Maf54 signed off at 7:39:37 PM. Maf54 signed on at 7:40:35 PM.
Xxxxxxxxx (7:40:44 PM): got kicked off?
Maf54 (7:41:24 PM): must have
Xxxxxxxxx (7:41:57 PM): ugh tomorrow i have the first day of lacrosse practice
Maf54 (7:42:27 PM): love to watch that
Maf54 (7:42:33 PM): those great legs running
Xxxxxxxxx (7:42:38 PM): haha…they arent great
Xxxxxxxxx (7:42:45 PM): thats why we have conditioning
Xxxxxxxxx (7:42:56 PM): 2 days running….3 days lifting
Xxxxxxxxx (7:43:11 PM): every week
Xxxxxxxxx (7:43:14 PM): until the end of march
Maf54 (7:43:27 PM): well dont ruin my mental picture
Xxxxxxxxx (7:43:32 PM): oh lol…sorry
Maf54 (7:43:54 PM): nice
Maf54 (7:43:54 PM): youll be way hot then
Xxxxxxxxx (7:44:01 PM): haha…hopefully
Maf54 (7:44:22 PM): better be
Maf54 (7:46:01 PM): well I better let you go do oyur thing
Xxxxxxxxx (7:46:07 PM): oh ok
Xxxxxxxxx (7:46:11 PM): have fun campaigning
Xxxxxxxxx (7:46:17 PM): or however you spell it
Xxxxxxxxx (7:46:18 PM): lol
Xxxxxxxxx (7:46:25 PM): ill see ya in a couple of weeks
Maf54 (7:46:33 PM): did any girl give you a haand job this weekend
Xxxxxxxxx (7:46:38 PM): lol no
Xxxxxxxxx (7:46:40 PM): im single right now
Xxxxxxxxx (7:46:57 PM): my last gf and i broke up a few weeks agi
Maf54 (7:47:11 PM): are you
Maf54 (7:47:11 PM): good so your getting horny
Xxxxxxxxx (7:47:29 PM): lol…a bit
Maf54 (7:48:00 PM): did you spank it this weekend yourself
Xxxxxxxxx (7:48:04 PM): no
Xxxxxxxxx (7:48:16 PM): been too tired and too busy
Maf54 (7:48:33 PM): wow…
Maf54 (7:48:34 PM): i am never to busy haha
Xxxxxxxxx (7:48:51 PM): haha
Maf54 (7:50:02 PM): or tired..helps me sleep
Xxxxxxxxx (7:50:15 PM): thats true
Xxxxxxxxx (7:50:36 PM): havent been having a problem with sleep though.. i just walk in the door and collapse well at least this weekend
Maf54 (7:50:56 PM): i am sure
Xxxxxxxxx (7:50:57 PM): i dont do it very often normally though
Maf54 (7:51:11 PM): why not
Maf54 (7:51:22 PM): at your age seems like it would be daily
Xxxxxxxxx (7:51:57 PM): not me
Xxxxxxxxx (7:52:01 PM): im not a horn dog
Xxxxxxxxx (7:52:07 PM): maybe 2 or 3 times a week
Maf54 (7:52:20 PM): thats a good number
Maf54 (7:52:27 PM): in the shower
Xxxxxxxxx (7:52:36 PM): actually usually i dont do it in the shower
Xxxxxxxxx (7:52:42 PM): just cause i shower in the morning
Xxxxxxxxx (7:52:47 PM): and quickly
Maf54 (7:52:50 PM): in the bed
Xxxxxxxxx (7:52:59 PM): i get up at 530 and am outta the house by 610
Xxxxxxxxx (7:53:03 PM): eh ya
Maf54 (7:53:24 PM): on your back
Xxxxxxxxx (7:53:30 PM): no face down
Maf54 (7:53:32 PM): love details
Xxxxxxxxx (7:53:34 PM): lol
Xxxxxxxxx (7:53:36 PM): i see that
Xxxxxxxxx (7:53:37 PM): lol
Maf54 (7:53:39 PM): really
Maf54 (7:53:54 PM): do you really do it face down
Xxxxxxxxx (7:54:03 PM): ya
Maf54 (7:54:13 PM): kneeling
Xxxxxxxxx (7:54:31 PM): well i dont use my hand…i use the bed itself
Maf54 (7:54:31 PM): where do you unload it
Xxxxxxxxx (7:54:36 PM): towel
Maf54 (7:54:43 PM): really
Maf54 (7:55:02 PM): completely naked?
Xxxxxxxxx (7:55:12 PM): well ya
Maf54 (7:55:21 PM): very nice
Xxxxxxxxx (7:55:24 PM): lol
Maf54 (7:55:51 PM): cute butt bouncing in the air
Xxxxxxxxx (7:56:00 PM): haha
Xxxxxxxxx (7:56:05 PM): well ive never watched myslef
Xxxxxxxxx (7:56:08 PM): but ya i guess
Maf54 (7:56:18 PM): i am sure not
Maf54 (7:56:22 PM): hmmm
Maf54 (7:56:30 PM): great visual
Maf54 (7:56:39 PM): i may try that
Xxxxxxxxx (7:56:43 PM): it works
Maf54 (7:56:51 PM): hmm
Maf54 (7:56:57 PM): sound inetersting
Maf54 (7:57:05 PM): i always use lotion and the hand
Maf54 (7:57:10 PM): but who knows
Xxxxxxxxx (7:57:24 PM): i dont use lotion…takes too much time to clean up
Xxxxxxxxx (7:57:37 PM): with a towel you can just wipe off….and go
Maf54 (7:57:38 PM): lol
Maf54 (7:57:45 PM): where do you throw the towel
Xxxxxxxxx (7:57:48 PM): but you cant work it too hard….or its not good
Xxxxxxxxx (7:57:51 PM): in the laundry
Maf54 (7:58:16 PM): just kinda slow rubbing
Xxxxxxxxx (7:58:23 PM): ya….
Xxxxxxxxx (7:58:32 PM): or youll rub yourslef raw
Maf54 (7:58:37 PM): well I have aa totally stiff wood now
Xxxxxxxxx (7:58:40 PM): cause the towell isnt very soft
Maf54 (7:58:44 PM): i bet..taht would hurt
Xxxxxxxxx (7:58:50 PM): but you cn find something softer than a towell i guess
Maf54 (7:58:59 PM): but it must feel great spirting on the towel
Xxxxxxxxx (7:59:06 PM): ya
Maf54 (7:59:29 PM): wow
Maf54 (7:59:48 PM): is your little guy limp…or growing
Xxxxxxxxx (7:59:54 PM): eh growing
Maf54 (8:00:00 PM): hmm
Maf54 (8:00:12 PM): so you got a stiff one now
Xxxxxxxxx (8:00:19 PM): not that fast
Xxxxxxxxx (8:00:20 PM): hey
Xxxxxxxxx (8:00:32 PM): so you have a fetich
Maf54 (8:00:32 PM): hey what
Xxxxxxxxx (8:00:40 PM): fetish**
Maf54 (8:00:43 PM): like
Maf54 (8:00:53 PM): i like steamroom
Maf54 (8:01:04 PM): whats yours
Xxxxxxxxx (8:01:09 PM): its kinda weird
Xxxxxxxxx (8:01:14 PM): lol
Maf54 (8:01:21 PM): i am hard as a rock..so tell me when your reaches rock
Xxxxxxxxx (8:01:23 PM): i have a cast fetish
Maf54 (8:01:27 PM): well tell me
Maf54 (8:01:32 PM): cast
Xxxxxxxxx (8:01:44 PM): ya like…plaster cast
Maf54 (8:01:49 PM): ok..so what happens
Maf54 (8:01:58 PM): how does that turn you in
Xxxxxxxxx (8:02:02 PM): i dont know
Xxxxxxxxx (8:02:04 PM): it just does
Xxxxxxxxx (8:02:08 PM): ive never had one
Xxxxxxxxx (8:02:16 PM): but people that have them turn me on
Xxxxxxxxx (8:02:27 PM): and if i had one it would probably turn me on
Xxxxxxxxx (8:02:29 PM): beats me
Xxxxxxxxx (8:02:32 PM): its kinda weird
Xxxxxxxxx (8:02:50 PM): but along with that i like the whole catholic girl look….thats our schools uniform
Maf54 (8:03:02 PM): ha thats wild
Xxxxxxxxx (8:03:14 PM): ya but now im hard
Maf54 (8:03:32 PM): me 2
Maf54 (8:03:42 PM): cast got you going
Maf54 (8:03:47 PM): what you wearing
Xxxxxxxxx (8:04:04 PM): normal clothes
Xxxxxxxxx (8:04:09 PM): tshirt and shorts
Maf54 (8:04:17 PM): um so a big buldge
Xxxxxxxxx (8:04:35 PM): ya
Maf54 (8:04:45 PM): um
Maf54 (8:04:58 PM): love to slip them off of you
Xxxxxxxxx (8:05:08 PM): haha
Maf54 (8:05:53 PM): and gram the one eyed snake
Maf54 (8:06:13 PM): grab
Xxxxxxxxx (8:06:53 PM): not tonight…dont get to excited
Maf54 (8:07:12 PM): well your hard
Xxxxxxxxx (8:07:45 PM): that is true
Maf54 (8:08:03 PM): and a little horny
Xxxxxxxxx (8:08:11 PM): and also tru
Maf54 (8:08:31 PM): get a ruler and measure it for me
Xxxxxxxxx (8:08:38 PM): ive already told you that
Maf54 (8:08:47 PM): tell me again
Xxxxxxxxx (8:08:49 PM): 7 and 1/2
Maf54 (8:09:04 PM): ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Maf54 (8:09:08 PM): beautiful
Xxxxxxxxx (8:09:38 PM): lol
Maf54 (8:09:44 PM): thats a great size
Xxxxxxxxx (8:10:00 PM): thank you
Maf54 (8:10:22 PM): still stiff
Xxxxxxxxx (8:10:28 PM): ya
Maf54 (8:10:40 PM): take it out
Xxxxxxxxx (8:10:54 PM): brb…my mom is yelling
Maf54 (8:11:06 PM): ok
Xxxxxxxxx (8:14:02 PM): back
Maf54 (8:14:37 PM): cool hope se didnt see any thing
Xxxxxxxxx (8:14:54 PM): no no
Xxxxxxxxx (8:14:59 PM): she is computer dumb though
Xxxxxxxxx (8:15:01 PM): it makes me so mad
Maf54 (8:15:04 PM): good
Maf54 (8:15:08 PM): haha
Maf54 (8:15:11 PM): why
Xxxxxxxxx (8:15:23 PM): cause she cant do anything
Maf54 (8:15:31 PM): oh well
Xxxxxxxxx (8:15:41 PM): she couldnt figure out how to download a file from an email and open it
Maf54 (8:15:53 PM): haha
Xxxxxxxxx (8:16:14 PM): and she only does it like a million times a day
Xxxxxxxxx (8:16:16 PM): oh well
Xxxxxxxxx (8:16:18 PM): whatever
Xxxxxxxxx (8:16:53 PM): well i better go finish my hw…i just found out from a friend that i have to finish reading and notating a book for AP englishMaf54 signed off at 8:17:43 PM.

I have a confession to make here.

Harpers magazine has recently been warning its readers about fraudulent a subscription service selling fake subscriptions to their magazine. I was a victim of this fraud. The result:

A 3-year subscription to Harpers Bazaar magazine. In case you’re unaware, HB is a fashion magazine aimed at 40-50 year old women. Every month it arrives in my mailbox, big, thick, glossy and smelling of perfume. Even with the shame and confusion I feel seeing my name stamped on the thing every month, I have a bizarre fascination with it. Because of this, I haven’t actually cancelled my subscription just yet. After all, who can cancel a magazine that comes with articles about pants written by Puff Daddy? (he referred to himself in the 3rd person 6 different times in 6 different names… in the first sentence.)

Which brings me to this month, where on the pages of HB I found the photo spread of a new ‘look’ among a certain segment of the population: Amish chic.

No this isn’t a misconceived SNL skit… it’s real and therefore actually funny. With no further commentary here’s the spread. (Photos by Peter Lindbergh… man that guy must have some stories)

A few minutes ago I was standing in line at the local corner grocery, staring at the halva and fig bars and waiting to pay my 99 cents for a bottle of white vinegar, when the person in front of me said something that caught my ear.

“American Spirit Organic, please.”

American Spirit is a brand of cigarette. The company used to be owned by Native Americans, but recently went the way of Ben & Jerry’s. My first reaction to the organic blend cigarette was, holy crap that’s unbelievably stupid. My reaction has changed very little over the past few minutes.

I smoked for 10 years. At the end I even bought an additive free brand… I can see how, if I still smoked, if faced with the option and if there wasn’t a price difference, I might even go for the organic… but as an outsider looking in. Organic cigarettes? It’s like inflating the tires in your Hummer to get better gas mileage or voting for the Green Party.

Maybe I’m just becoming an asshole non-smoker. O’well. That’s all for now.

I didn’t see this coming, but I can’t say that it surprises me.

The strangest thing happened the other day. I read this post over on Albert’s site. I went and voted for his photo and decided to look further into JPG magazine. I registered and started wondering what photos I could put up. I thought of my recent trip to Montreal and then of this image… a ‘classic’ looking shot. Just as the thought was passing through my head, I clicked on the next gallery and saw this.

It’s not like this is a shot everyone in Montreal takes, this is a completely random alley. In Philly terms you can compare it to the 300 block of south Camac Street… cute, but completely arbitrary. Here you go, for comparison:

Check out Jay’s comments about all this on his blog. (now added to blogroll)

This afternoon I was lost in Delaware. Looking for a place to turn around, I pulled into a driveway and up a short hill into what I discovered was a church parking lot and graveyard. Many of the graves dated back to the early 19th century. The church was extremely modest and really very beautiful. As far as I could tell I was completely alone in the place.

I love old graveyards and couldn’t remember the last time I explored one. I got out of the car with my camera and spent about 5 minutes walking around the old grave markers and taking photos. It was peaceful, quiet. An hour and a half later I got a telephone call from my sister. An hour and a half earlier, she said, my grandfather passed away.

I won’t lie and say we were close, because we weren’t. There wasn’t animosity or a bad relationship; there just wasn’t a warm or particularly familial one. We never got to know one another and now we never will. For me that’s the saddest part. It also makes the loss an abstraction. It makes it a loss of something I didn’t have. What I can take away from it is the thought that my future children (if they exist) deserve to have what I didn’t.

The photo was taken almost 2 years ago, just after Thanksgiving dinner. The photo isn’t pretty, but it is honest.

I missed the broadcast, but this morning NPR’s Morning Edition ran the Toynbee tile story.  The story was aired across the country and around the world.  A text version is currently on the NPR.org’s front page. Audio will be available later today.  Sweet!

Jevon Kearse is my favorite Eagle. As bad as last Sunday was, it was especially painful seeing him go down in an OT that never should have been. The photo above is Kearse doing what so many people, (pro athlete or not) just don’t; working hard when he doesn’t have to, taking the time to stop, listen and be kind to his fellow citizen and doing these simple things without an ounce of pretension.

The photo is from the Mural Arts Program/Philadelphia Eagles, Eagles Day; an annual event that aims to beautify one lucky Philly public school. 2006 chose the Heston school at 54th and Lancaster. For a full report and photoessay of that day, click here.

For 3 days I suffered from tinnitus, aka a constant and ceaseless ringing in the ear/s. Tinnitus, like paralysis, degenerative nerve disease or permanent hiccups has always been on the short list of my personal nightmare diseases. Fortunately my affliction seems to be temporary and sinus/allergy related. But it’s also made me a little lazy. Or maybe I’m lazy for other reasons and just don’t feel like writing something of my own about an objectively fascinating subject. For now, please enjoy this article that someone else wrote:

Creepy Experiment Exposes Paranoia and Sense of Alien Control

The young woman went to doctors to have them probe her brain, to root out where her seizures came from. But unexpectedly, their investigations and the procedure they performed led her to experience the creepy illusion of a person standing behind her, where nobody was actually present

The patient described the illusory person as young and of indeterminate sex, a “shadow” who did not speak or move. “He is behind me, almost at my body, but I do not feel it,” she reported.

When the patient sat and embraced her knees with her arms, she noted the “man” was now also sitting and clasping her in his arms, which she described as unpleasant… (rest of article)

Directly related to complaints of coke/crack and possibly meth sales near my place of employment and yesterday’s related complaint that someone stole my bike seat, comes this morning’s news that someone was shot in the head and killed at exactly the spot I was so concerned about. (phillyblog thread)

This is the type of shit I was afraid was going to start happening. Hard drug sellers and addicts are cancer to a neighborhood. Now another man dies violently. This is shit. Hopefully this is the peak of degradation on that particular block. That’s all for now…

Directly related to my recent observation that there are a bunch of shifty crackheads near my place of employment, comes today’s news that one of said crackheads stole my fucking bike seat. Now this isn’t entirely fair… I’m not sure if it was actually a crackhead who stole it, I’m just guessing. I’m guessing though, that my guess is pretty good.

This wouldn’t have happened had I bought a lock for my bike seat, (as I’ve intended to do for months now), or taken it off quick release, (which I tried unsuccessfully to do the last time I got a tune-up) I guess it also wouldn’t have happened had some random crackhead (probably) not unlatched the quick release at a fairly busy intersection in broad daylight and stolen the fucking thing.

But anyway, the missing seat adds to my trusty old bike’s list of woes; failing gear shifts, aging parts and a bad crank. (which I’m hoping will also be a problem the seat’s new owner run into)

I put a deposit down on a new bike a few weeks ago, but found out just today, (seconds before I mounted my old seat for what would be the very last time) that the bike I ordered is permanently out of stock. The 06 is gone and the 07 won’t be released for more than a month… at least. This leaves me, temporarily bikeless. O’well.

Lesson: When parking your bike near drug addicts lock everything down. That’s all for now.

I’ve been feeling pretty good about where my photography is going, but sometimes I run across a photoblog that makes me feel totally inadequate. This is a perfect example.  Please check it out.

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Justin Duerr of Resurrect Dead, the Toynbee tile documentary, was recently interviewed for WHYY radio. If you have 5 minutes, [site here] [listen here]. Local News never fails to get a quote from someone on the street blaming space aliens for the tiles, but NPR got a quote from David Mamet!

The Mamet quote is another holy grail that can be checked off the wish-list of Toynbee tile research. In case you don’t know that bit of tile strangeness, in 1984 award-laden writer David Mamet wrote an off-broadway, 1 act play titled 4AM. It premiered right here in Philadelphia. The subject of the play is a radio call in show discussion between a Larry King-like character and a man proposing Resurrecting the dead on planet Jupiter through an idea of Arnold Toynbee and the movie 2001.

In the interview, Mamet said he thought up the idea up himself. As odd as this would be, it’s even odder (and here’s a disclosure here that’s only recently been made public) when it’s taken into account that according to Minority Association documents, the idea of Resurrecting the Dead on planet Jupiter through an idea of Arnold Toynbee and the movie 2001 was made public to the world during a 1980 radio call-in to the Larry King all-night radio show.

So either Mamet forgot where he got the idea, is a dirty liar, or is the Toynbee tiler. I’m not saying anything else here.

Oh! and one other thing. An extended version of this interview will be aired nationally(!) on NPR sometime soon.

As someone who’s interests include photography, history and Philadelphia, this looks very interesting.

Tuesday, September 19, 6:00pm
The Print Center
1614 Latimer Street
Philadelphia, PA 19103

Mary Panzer is a historian of photography and American culture, curator and writer. She is currently an Adjunct Professor in the Archives Program in the History Department at NYU. Ms. Panzer is the biographer of Mathew Brady (1926-1896), Philippe Halsman (1905-1978), Lewis Hine (1874-1940), and William H. Rau (1855-1920). She is a specialist in the history of portraiture and commercial photography (1839 to the present) and former Curator of Photographs at the National Portrait Gallery at the Smithsonian Institution (1992-2000). She is the author and curator of Philadelphia Naturalistic Photography, 1865-1906 (1982), on the history of amateur photography in America 1850-1910, with emphasis on the photographic community in and around Philadelphia. She is a frequent contributor to the Chicago Tribune and AmericanPhoto and her most recent publications include “Stanley Kubrick, Photojournalist at LOOK,” Vanity Fair (March 2005) and her forthcoming book “Things As They Are: Photojournalism Since 1955” (2006). Ms. Panzer is a member of Oracle, American Studies Association and College Art Association.

I work near a ‘drug block.’ Recently some of the local dealers have moved from the relatively benign pot trade, to the really fucking shitty and infinitely more destructive coke and crack trade. Since this is a new development to an otherwise stable neighborhood and because there’s a whole lot of money in the neighborhoods directly surrounding it, it’ll be interesting to see how this all plays itself out. Neighbors old and new may not have minded the occasional smell of pot, but they don’t look too kindly on the cracked out mother fuckers now wandering through with armloads of copper piping and carts full of busted up appliances and car radios.

Coke, crack and possibly meth (judging by the mulleted golem looking scab ridden fellahs I’ve seen hanging about the neighborhood) are a whole different kind of clientele. For the extra cash that total dependence brings, dealers work in much more dangerous territory. They carry guns and use them more often.

But anyway, I took this photo (right outside of a school) with my camera phone. I’ve been out of the loop for a while now, but it looks to be a drug bottle that wasn’t around back when I knew more about these things. It’s like a baby bottle for someone who prefers snorting their shit. There’s the regular bottle part of it, but it also comes with a little straw built right into the cap. Capitalism is fucking amazing. They should run TV spots.

When shopping for your fix, shop North 17th, where the packaging is also the paraphernalia. (jingle)

I’m a native Philadelphian. Born in Germantown, adolescence in Mt. Airy, independence in West Philly. For the last 8 or so years, I’ve bounced back and forth between West Philly and center city. I know it sounds blasphemous to your average New-Jerseyite, Californian, Texan, Midwesterner, Southwesterner, suburbanite, rural liver, or pretty much any non-east coast city living North American, but nowhere in any of this did I bother to get my driver’s license.

Until today.

I am now a fully licensed driver. So at this point and in this order I’ve been to a baseball game, lost my virginity, registered to vote, drank a legal beer and gotten my driver’s license. I don’t think I have any youthful rites of passage left. That kind of sucks.

Good news. The possibility of an election being stolen through a breach in electronic voting machines is no longer a conspiracy theory. A conspiracy involves more than 1 person. Princeton University has recently demonstrated that a single person could compromise an election. A single person does not a conspiracy make.

If you think this is nothing to worry about, ask yourself this. If you could, would you change the outcome of the election of your choice? What if your interests were personal and involved lots of power of $? What if you could?

Even if you don’t believe an election has yet been thrown, you’d have to agree that these security holes aren’t really a good thing to leave hanging around. In case you’re still not worried, here’s a 2 year old Fox News story about a monkey hacking a Diebold machine.

Today the computer hard drive turns 50. For a much more interesting and better researched commentary on this, click here.

This Canadian school shooting really isn’t consuming my thoughts, but it makes good post fodder. If you have a minute, go on over and read the shooter’s blog. It looks like his suicide note was weeks worth of posts tailored for mass media consumption. Note to the world, don’t believe what you read, this blog is pure theater.