Alex Raichev


$13.34 earned by day labor
$36.78 in all
Which subtracted from the same feeling that I can stand aloof from betimes their winter quarters who have lost their vitality,
And so frequently the most money demanded are never the worst vice betrayed

I sometimes dream of mine to ornament a line
I cannot exaggerate enough even to lay the foundation,
Of a march of crusaders in the shallower parts,
Floating up to feed, where else would they be?
Some absolute goodness somewhere?

With such reminiscences I repeopled the woods
And still from time to time
Here are such that you have done great deeds and sung divine songs,
Which shall still consist of only one or two of my pleasing works
I took up my clothes, and along and out of the water,
Full of glee and youth, as most suppose,
Would not stand much about gracefulness,
And never mean to countenance an effort,
And never hesitated at a certain set of rules,
Called etiquette and politeness,
I made it worth the while

That economy of living is diminished in proportion to what we pay,
Though there are any such, as has been gradually converted into the Middlesex hive,
And that sometimes it was that man could not get on in the year take place only in youth,
With round greasy face and paws,
Wearing a thick new garment to take charge of a dollar,
And having put on mourning in midsummer,

When I am convinced that I discovered
That it should as surely as so many violent blows without being domesticated,
Come floating up to feed,
And the fact that the remedy is worse than the cure,
The blue angels in it,
As the railroad, six feet square by seven deep,
Black melancholy in thought and in November,
Usually in a grass hut,
Listening to the last wrinkle which study had made,
And growing five or six feet beneath the rattling teams and chaises
And tinkling sleighs that travel the ice, seen near at home,
I was plowing
They warned me twice

Once while I just let time wear on leaning against a low-land degeneracy,
Thinking how little this village does for its own conditions,
Changes, perhaps, from half an hour under a rotten stump,
My hoe played the Ranz des Vaches ,
A rich and various crop unreaped by man

Mine was as it is
Worse to have invented and established worship,
Then to let them see they slew or captured any monster,
Or finished any labor
They have only one fact,
Or the three I have for farm produce
Sold at $23.44


Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2014-04-12
Tags: poem, Markov
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Yes Sir!

We are in the beginning of a lull
And I have had an emotional experience

Very calmly and very quietly I say
All right
Look at Gunsmoke
Look at the proletariat
The anarchy in production
The crying inequalities in the modes of producing and appropriating products,
That is bound to have an answer
Get a Bible
Get others
Get the money

That is the bourgeoisie
Use their life
Take their time and labor
They smash to pieces machinery
They set factories ablaze
They seek to alter the character of production

Therefore as the people who profess one thing
One social thing
We go
Because we take the name of God at the foot of the old property relations
Not justified by faith
But cooking with gas now

I say that's great
I say that's great
I say, Lady, if it's carried out in your place

Dissolution going on before our television sets
Spending our time filling the night before
I saw an inscription coming up this mountain
To the unknown God
Do You believe in Christ?
Have you really given yourself to Christ?
Do You believe in Him?
I can do!
See Romans 6:20-23

We take His name
We write it down
The Manifesto has become fully developed
A new life of the state of society
Minus its revolutionary and disintegrating elements

And the heroes of modern American life?
Learn more by watching than by reading
Why do you know what living was?
I follow God and that place where the workers begin to form combinations
Trades' Unions
Against the bourgeoisie whenever it acts in a nuclear war

That could be a revolution
On the floor of the Law
Administrative reforms based on class antagonisms be damned!
No flesh be justified!


  • Sermons of Billy Graham
  • The Communist Manifesto by Karl Mark and Frederick Engels
  • Markov poems
Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2014-04-12
Tags: poem, Markov
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Ramayana Monkey Chant.

Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2014-02-24
Tags: Bali, video, music, monkey chant, drums
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Ramayana Monkey Chant.

Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2014-02-23
Tags: Bali, video, music, monkey chant
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The Neuroscience of Suffering and Its End

Nice article on Gary Weber's loss of I-my thoughts here.

Do not pursue the past. Do not usher in the future. Rest evenly with present awareness.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2014-01-05
Tags: neuroscience, nonduality
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I'm compiling an open-source vegetarian cookbook: source / HTML. Enjoy and share! Comments and contributions welcome.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2014-01-05
Tags: recipe
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Free Will Is an Illusion


Sam Harris speaks on the delusion of free will at the Festival Of Dangerous Ideas 2012. Includes audience questions.

Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2013-12-30
Tags: video, free will
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Three Logicians

Taken from Spiked Math.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2013-12-13
Tags: comic, math
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I haven't seen enough. You haven't seen enough.

Video sourced from YouTube here.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2013-10-30
Tags: video, music
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Transitfeed Patch

For the GTFS Explorer project i've been working on, i needed to convert GTFS feeds to KML. Google's transitfeed package is designed to do this, but the latest version (1.2.12) has a bug in it which prevents the KML writer from being imported.

Searching the web on the issue, i found Dylan Vassallo's Github repo pybcp47, which helped me create this patch to squash the bug: transitfeed-1.2.13_unofficial.tar.gz.

To test the KML output online, i used this site.

Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2013-10-20
Tags: software
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Why no comments? I used to do public comments but found that moderating and maintaining them took too much time in front of the computer, time better spent playing outdoors. So these days I only do private comments, that is, you can email me comments regarding a post by clicking the 'Comment' link at the bottom of the post.