Vance Dubberly

The guys who maintain the awesome django-storages seem hell bent on forcing you to support mercurial.  That’s all well and good, but it screws up the install.  So if you’ve tried running setup.py and gotten the exception about mercurial.error not being found, just make the installer version control agnostic it’s easy, and will make you feel better.

open setup.py and comment out this line:

setup_requires=['setuptools_hg'],

If you’ve tried installing and already got the error, you’ll also have to delete the file setuptools tried to install as a prerequisite

rm -f setuptools_hg-0.1.5-py2.5.egg

Wow that was simple.  Now you can just run sudo python setup.py install and all will be good.

The problem with transcendentalism is that it teaches men to look for what is not there. It says, “Look here is a rock, but do not look at the rock. Look beyond the rock. Look to what the rock symbolizes”

Wilderness has plenty to show us without having to look beyond it. A rock is a rock. If you wish to look beyond the rock you may do so, thought most likely what you will find is another rock — probably of the same make up. Maybe there are a lot of rocks of the same type and perhaps you will notice they form a canyon. And perhaps if you wander up into that canyon  you will find  the rock is from an outcropping or a sedimentary layer that tells where we are standing used to be a lake teaming with wildlife.

Or. Perhaps as you wander up the canyon you realize that the rock was just that, a stone big enough to hold in your hand and weighty enough to send you on your present journey… ultimately and simply a rock.

The problem with capitalism is that it fails to meet basic needs. The problem with communism is that it fails provide basic inspiration. The former allow a few people to  starve millions, the later leads the millions to starve themselves.

There is something growing in the wastelands of America. Something beautiful, something sublime. Something that will be the end of the world as we know it. Something that will, I believe, be what carries us into a new epoch.

sometimes i catch my reflection looking back at me, as though it is shocked to see me standing there. sometimes i think the apparition is the real one, and i, nothing more than a fleeting myriad of light on a momentary window pane. there, then gone. sustained in the in-between. nothing more than the real me reflecting upon what the lookers glimpse caught for that brief moment. i, a figment conjoined through a reflection to what is real. but then i have always been partial to taoist butterflies.

( inspired by a photo http://OLoboCanta.deviantart.com/art/Ghost-11084318 )

for those who don’t know of butterflies look up Chang Tzu