What interested us most was the story within the story told by proto-blogger ”I was halfway across the room about to blog a dream I just had, without Kaus took it as a warning sign that he was blogging TOO One of the things we like most about blogging is that In order to prove our point, and illuminate several of In our sleeping mind it plays out, every time, as a full-length Although minor variations have popped up over the years, However, and here is where the plot gets interesting and Obviously, if we are caught out it would mean a swift and Sometimes there is a romantic sub-plot, some sexy uniformed The dream always ends in one of a variety of last minute Then the credits roll across our inner silver screen, as Now, this dream has caused us quite a bit of consternation So we transferred to Anthropology, the study of human culture, We had been living near and studying with the famous Northern By now, everybody has probably read the lengthy and reasonably perceptive article on political bloggers in Sunday’s New York Times. Just in case any of our readers have not, here is a permanent link to the story. What interested us … Continue reading ![](\"http:\/\/cyber.law.harvard.edu\/blogs\/static\/dowbrigade\/menazi.jpg\")
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\n now, everybody has probably read the lengthy and reasonably perceptive
\n article on political bloggers in Sunday’s
\n New
\n York Times<\/a>. Just in case any of our readers have not, here is a permanent
\n link<\/a> to the story.<\/p>\n
\n Mickey Kaus of kausfiles.com<\/a> about
\n waking from a dream and stumbling to his computer to blog it before
\n becoming fully conscious. He writes:<\/p>\n
\n ever regaining consciousness, before I realized what I was about to
\n do. If the computer hadn’t been in the other room, I probably would
\n have." <\/p>\n
\n much of his personal life. The Dowbrigade begs to differ. We would
\n have taken it as an opportunity, and as a promising sign of incipient
\n enlightenment. Everyone knows you have to write down your dreams before
\n you fully wake up, or you lose the details and the mood. What more natural
\n place for a blogger to record them than in his blog.<\/p>\n
\n it is such good therapy<\/em>. Blogs can be an outlet, an alter ego,
\n a vehicle for self analysis, a means for confronting inner demons and
\n overcoming phobias. Take it from the Dowbrigade, who studied psychology
\n at Harvard. Allen Ginsberg famously said he had watched the finest minds
\n of his generation go insane.
\n We
\n may be watching the finest minds of our generation being SAVED BY BLOGS.<\/p>\n
\n the previously mentioned points, we would like to recount
\n one of our recurring dreams, a dream that has been dogging the Dowbrigade
\n since early childhood.<\/p>\n
\n feature motion picture, with swelling orchestral music and spectacular
\n opening shots of a cold and stormy Normandy shore, bristling with German
\n gun encampments, fortified bunkers and, as the imaginary camera pulls
\n away from the immediate coast, millions of massing tanks and trucks and
\n artillery pieces swarming over the shore like angry army ants. The title
\n of the movie is always the same, "The Jewish General".<\/p>\n
\n the basic plot remains the same. We are one of Hitler’s inner circle,
\n an engineer and naval designer, madly working to prepare for the upcoming
\n invasion of England. In fact, we have been put in charge of designing
\n the landing craft in which the invading German hordes will storm the
\n white cliffs of Dover.<\/p>\n
\n the dream get hairy, unbeknownst to Herr Hitler and his Nazi minions,
\n the Dowbrigade is AN ALLIED PLANT, and in reality is an AMERICAN JEW
\n SPY. His mission: to thwart the invasion by including an ingenious
\n but fatal flaw in the design of the landing craft. At the crucial moment,
\n as the hulls of the boats hit the English beach, THE EXIT DOORS WILL
\n FAIL TO OPEN, and the German soldiers will be trapped in their landing
\n craft, easy prey to Allied sharpshooters and motor rounds from the cliffs.<\/p>\n
\n painful death. And if we are still around when the critical moment of
\n failure occurs, the gig will be up and we will be doomed. Therefore,
\n we have planned an elaborate escape on the eve of the invasion, some
\n nights across the channel in a mini-sub, others by parachute into Nottingham
\n forest, or melting away to the East, through the lines into our ancestral
\n homeland Russia.<\/p>\n
\n SS Fraulein or exotic Gypsy resistance fighter, and occasionally a comic
\n sidekick offering clever banter and possibilities of betrayal, but the
\n dramatic climax invariably comes at a big Nazi meeting a few days before
\n the actual invasion. At this meeting, always in the same dank windowless
\n room which we somehow know is far below ground and from which there is no escape, Hitler himself, beaming
\n benevolently, announces that he is so impressed with our work on the
\n landing craft that he is ordering us flown immediately to the Nazi fleet
\n flagship off the English coast, to witness firsthand the triumph of our
\n design. Our meticulous escape plan is ruined!<\/p>\n
\n escapes; sometimes diving off the boat and swimming to shore, sometimes
\n getting
\n picked up
\n by the aforementioned sub, occasionally inventing a crisis somewhere
\n off the ship to get away. But we always get away.<\/p>\n
\n the camera pans the smoldering corpses of the Nazi fighters blown to
\n bits in their defective landing craft. Then we wake up.<\/p>\n
\n over the years. One of the main reasons we decided to major in Psychology
\n when we arrived on campus those many long years ago was to decipher perplexing
\n dreams like this. Of course, within a year we realized that that was
\n the reason EVERYBODY in the Psych program was there, and most of them
\n had dreams considerably more twisted than ours. In fact, most of
\n them, students and teachers alike, were certifiably Psycho.<\/p>\n
\n and found a much saner variety of weird intellect. We ended up concentrating
\n on the study of Shamanism, and another opportunity to get our dream explained arose.<\/p>\n
\n Peru San Pedro Shaman Eduardo Calderon, known in shamanistic circles
\n as "El Tuno," for about six months, doing the Carlos Casta<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"