So what’s all this business about heavy blood and/or gravity, mass and motion affecting menstrual cycles? Welp, it’s been over two weeks since I wrote on this piece of shit, so let’s do some numbers, and let’s assume that there are 2,000,000,000 women on the planet who are capable of menstruation.
80ml x 2,000,000,000 = 160,000,000,000ml
160,000,000,000ml = 160,000,000 liters
160,000,000 liters = 42,267,528.3773 US Gallons
Now, it’s only been two weeks, so let’s us cut those numbers in half.
(no pun intended)
80,000,000 liters = 21,133,764.18865 US Gallons
21+ million gallons/80 million liters of blood has flowed from the no-no areas of women worldwide since I started pondering some thoughts about menstruation two weeks ago. I wonder what someone would be willing to pay for a source that produced those kinds of numbers every two weeks?
Am I grandstanding? Bullshit numbers to reinforce bullshit concepts? Or am I tossing around rough figures in order to better understand scope. I mean really, who sits around calculating the amount of menstrual blood being shed. In fact, who sits around and calculates any type(s) of blood being shed, irrespective of why/how?
Catch my drift?
I just calculated digit by digit, and there are 473.176473 milliliters in a pint.
Don't believe me?
Go to Google, search for “473.176473” without the quotes, then look at the first result. Some numbers are contextually unique.
80,000,000,000 cc’s x 1.04 grams = 83,200,000,000 grams
83,200,000,000 grams = 83,200,000kg
83,200,000kg = 183,424,602.14 pounds
Can you imagine what a tick that weighed 183,424,602.14 pounds would look like? Or a leech? A parasite that large would need a host like Godzilla to feed off of. You’d need a fucking herd of Godzillas. King Kong would be nothing more than a snack. Sorry, just brainstorming for context.
Pro-Tip: When doing any texting of any kind, if you always try and pretend that you are having a very difficult and/or uncomfortable conversation with someone that you really REALLY like and want to talk to, you aren’t as likely to get butt-hurt when you read something wrong, or there’s some other communication snafu/misunderstanding. This can have the added benefit of making any of the intentionally ugly stuff stand out like a sore thumb.
^Erik Satie – Once Upon A Time In Paris^
Has this thing gotten too long to introduce SoPi-L?
Welp, too fuckin' bad.Meet SoPi-L
*******
*’old your ‘orses, Clicky, we ain’t got to the end yet…*
SoPi-L is explored in more depth, Dear Reader, in the fifth and final missive part, which can be seen HEAR… and have a Song 😉
Hot on the heels of Part 2, the third and middle part of Cade’s massive, messy missive is ready for your attention now, Dear Reader. Enjoy!
*******
I watched a movie called “The 33” today. I didn’t like it. I think I was expecting to meet them, get to know both them and those involved in the event(s) a bit, and maybe even learn a little about the events themselves. That didn’t happen.
^My Blue Heaven ….Esquivel^
Prophet Nomad Hero Artist
This is a concept that someone I know talks about now and then. Something to do with turning. I understand the concept, and may even understand some of the concepts, but what I have trouble with is the overlap and the missing bits. But a premise in a Doctor Who episode that we watched recently kinda touched on a concept regarding resonance(s) and timbre(s) within DNA/genetics that smacked of destiny and predestination. Meaning, there was an attachment made at some point, this attachment was at the genetic level, and any offspring will carry the resonance of that attachment, which in turn leaves markers/tunnels/channels for a third-party to exploit for their own purposes as these genes are passed from generation to generation.
Q: Ever heard of hydrogen peroxide?
A: !!!
I guess there is all kinds of craziness that can produce an orphan.
^Little Joe & The Latinaires ♫ La LLorona Loca^
So here’s what I did with the aforementioned concept in order to better illustrate my thinking on the subject(s) of overlaps and omissions…
prior ->
Prophet Nomad Hero Artist
Nomad Hero Artist Prophet
Hero Artist Prophet Nomad
Artist Prophet Nomad Hero
Prophet Nomad Hero Artist
post <-
I’m not necessarily thinking about “people who don’t make the cut” or survival of the fittest. I’m thinking more of what we chalk up as chance. I’m thinking more multi-threading and multi-capable, and I’m also thinking about properties that have similarities and/or multifariousness that must exist to create a singularity.
EX1: I would imagine that a Nomad is likely to need to possess many of the same attributes as a Hero. They simply arrive at adversity in different ways, and handle adversity using different methods.
EX2: An artist would likely need to possess attributes of both a Hero AND a Nomad. Artistry of any kind tends to require both solitude and daring.
With that in mind, what ultimately makes us who we are?
I dunno either.
I guess it largely depends on who you are trying to impress.
^Papas -Mr. Loco (Nacho Libre Soundtrack)^
So what if all the Prophets for a given generation, die? Someone is going to have to pick up that slack. Nomads might be a good first choice since Nomads and Prophets seem to have a mutual need for solitude.
But hang on a second…what is a Prophet anyway? And for that matter, what in the fuck is a Nomad? Is what a Nomad was then, the same as what a Nomad is now? I mean fuck, there’s a biker gang here in the US called The Nomads. Are they somehow more Nomadic than other biker gangs just because they’ve got a clever name? Are biker gangs more Nomadic now than they were then, or less?
Does that matter?
Biker gangs aside, how far does one have to wander in order to be considered qualified for the title of Nomad? Who makes that determination, and when? Why are they qualified to make such a determination? Tough answers, require tough questions.
^The Cinematic Orchestra – Arrival of The Birds & Transformation^
I don’t get this at all. Did the teacher learn a lesson and his students paid the price?
^UCF Professor Richard Quinn accuses class of cheating [Original]^
I don't get this either.
^Most Outrageous Government Board Meeting EVER!!!^
But then...
^Carpentersville President Sarto yells and walks off job^
In these four episodes of Doctor Who that we watched, there were a lot of concepts addressed somewhat, and these concepts were themed throughout the episodes. Meaning, they were paid at least a moderate amount of attention during the episodes…all except one…randomness. Keep in mind that I’ve never watched Doctor Who before, and this was the first time that I’d seen these episodes.
Randomness was mentioned briefly in one of the four episodes, then dismissed. As far as I can recall, it was never addressed again, and I watched rather intently for it to reappear…
it did not.
It was as if the entire cast of players were looking for a playbook to follow step-by-step, found one, then decided that explosives and firearms was the way to solve all of their problems. Um…if you find some ancient book, what’s the likelihood of the authors having access to explosives of any kind at the time of writing? What is our connection to ancient peoples at all? Do we even have any?
^Bubble gum-Mr. LoCo^
This is a problem with time-travel. You are going to have to get rid of any notions you have about privacy, which means you are going to have to dump any notions you have about pride, freedom, choice, truth, dishonesty, deception and a host of other ego-pumping concepts. A time traveler who has free range backwards, forwards and to, can find out anything and everything they want to know about you. They have all the time in the Universe to see where you started, where you ended up, and everything that happened between.
Q: What if the time-traveler is not immortal?
A: How can you prove someone is immortal?
AA: There is no way.
AAA: Immortality appears to be a walk that simultaneously has the properties of never having started, and also never stops.
Loopholes to immortality aside, how can you knowingly be dishonest to someone who already knows the truth? Welp, best I can figure, is stay the fuck away from truth, and just be yourself. Remember, we are talking about more than one perspective here, and fact is not truth. You can study the shit out of someone’s CV, fact check and verify the shit out of it, but that is no indicator as to the relationship that you will have with this person. This is a new relationship afterall, and this pairing is a new dynamic that has never existed before.
1 + 1 = 1
^MR. LOCO – MISTER LOCO.wmv^
Is it obvious that I recently watched Nacho Libre?
^John Cameron – Half Forgotten Daydreams (1974)^
*******
*Well yeah, butt you were there whilst we watched Nacho Libra, Clicky, remember?*
No time to stop now, Dear Reader, Part 4 – including the first appearance of SoPi-L – can be seen HEAR… And have a Song 😉
Dear Reader, if you’ve read the first part of Cade’s massive missive, then wait no longer to dive into the next enthralling bit…
*******
Today is Sunday September 16 of 2018, and I’ve been sitting on this post since Thursday August 30 of 2018.
Ya rly.
I started with that shit about blood and twisting lines, and I’ve been pondering the mechanics of the micro and particulate as it pertains to a woman’s menstrual cycle for over two weeks now.
You think it unusual that a man would spend weeks considering a woman’s menstrual cycle? About how ergonomics and nutrition and lifestyle and the like affect a woman’s naughty bits with respect to time and gravity and motion and all kinds of other crazy factors?
Over the course of a lifetime, I wonder how much cotton and other fibrous material accumulates in a woman’s body, and how that individual woman’s body acclimates and/or handles this…stuff.
Filler(s)? Additives? Preservatives?
Sound crazy? Welp, if you put enough magnetic interference around a compass, eventually, the compass is going to have difficulty with finding its way and/or doing what it is designed to do.
EX: From a global perspective, do you think that people living in the northern hemisphere eating watermelon in January is unusual?
I think the circadian clock(s) are based on, and guided by, more than just/only a 24 hour cycle. I mean, how in the fuck did it get to 24 in the first place? What keeps it there? I’ve this sneaking suspicion that dark matter/energy plays a role.
^POGO – Jaaam^
It would appear that a “beedi” is a thin cigarette.
Baby, if you wanna mince words, you came to the right place. I’m a Juice Tiger™ that eats Weekly World News® newspapers and spoos out gallons of juicy linguistic goodness like it ain’t no thang.
(nod to SIMAAM)
^Religious Man ( I am I am )^
Quick thought…
Q: How does one get money out of The UN?
A: In UN Dough
Sorry for the lame pun/bad joke, but the UN Secretary General appeared on my radar yesterday, and I can’t help but wonder if this Brexit nonsense is more of a battle between The EU and The UN, and which side The UK is going to wind up on. Of course, there’s also the NATO angle(s), which is muddied somewhat by the Trump/Putin connection(s)…assuming there are any. But those will be severed when Trump goes to prison with Clinton.
^Smoke Fairies – Living With Ghosts^
What is our preferred method of disposal?
Yeah dummy…for garbage, what is the preferred method of disposal for garbage?
A: Fire/Burning
In our conversations, RooBeeDoo mentions the spine quite a bit. Well, maybe not “quite a bit”, but she mentions it frequently enough that I notice. That said, she never elaborates, and any links that she provides tend to be vague, distant and/or unrelated to whatever we are discussing. Anyone who has spent any time around, erm, weirdos, will know that the number 33 has some cosmic/divine connotations and/or associations, and there are rumored to be 33 vertebrae in the human spine.
Let’s back up tho. When you fart, where does that gas come from? I think medicine will tell us that there are bacteria in our gut that eat what we eat, then make their own poop and farts that in turn become our poop and farts. But don’t we breathe? Doesn’t our skin breathe? Doesn’t our blood contain gas(es)? What does our body do with things that it just flat don’t know what to do with? Is it possible that our body might try to…burn it? More than that, do our bodies potentially possess the ability to do any such thing?
Why are there all these calls and/or efforts to send everyone to prison? I see shitloads of tweets calling for the immediate arrest and imprisonment of all kinds of people, but especially public figures. Surely there has to be more options than just/only prison. Have you fucks not heard of riots? Lynchings? Mob justice? Vigilantism? Mass murder? Anarchy? Hitmen/assassins/murder for hire? Ritual killings? Surely there aren’t efforts to pollute “legitimacy” with unsound methods and actions…
are there?
That said, there sure seems to be a lot of fuckery via government(s), which means it originates via commerce.
HEY!!! I’ve been wondering how to do this. Now I know.
^How to Install Cyberlox^
Truth is we plebeians live under the thumb of delay, detainment and arrest…
all day, every day.
Get pulled over for any reason, and catch the wrong cop on the wrong day, and you could wind up on the business end of a taser for anything from drugs, to suspected terrorism, to pissing off some random stranger, to simply having your own bad day on the wrong fucking day. I mean, who in the FUCK is having a good day when you get pulled over, have some conflict, or are otherwise detained for some odd reason.
Like say...having long hair.
Has government forgotten customer service? Or is that “protect and serve” bullshit just a hyped up myth designed to protect a racket. If so, “the racket” is going to be…advancement, job security, and accolade. Afterall, the cream, rises. Curds are for turds, buttermilk is for babies, and plain milk is for pussies.
I have no idea what any of that means either.
Seems like it’s easier, and safer to just…stay indoors. Protect yourself…at all times…like a boxer might.
^Mucha Muchacha by Esquivel^
*******
*/furrows brow… Is that from the same movie, Clicky?*
Make yourself a cuppa tea and get ready to read the next part, Dear Reader, by clicking HEAR… And have a Song 😉
….Seventeen pages of missive is too much for just one post; however, I will post all 5 parts tonight, so you can read them in one go, as intended. Ready?
*******
Does a woman’s blood, and the things in it, affect her menstrual cycle? I mean sure, women have their monthly business for a few days or whenever it’s convenient, at which point they likely need some additional iron so they don’t pass out every five minutes. But what about other stuff in the blood? How does that stuff in the blood affect the menstrual cycle, and how does it affect a lot of other shit that goes on down there on the girly bits? What about up top?
No…not the brains, the breasts. What’s going on with them boobs when your naughty bits are doing their monthly leak/pressure tests? Do the breasts swell? Do they get sore? Develop lumps and/or hard spots? Is it normal if they do none of those? I’m thinking displacement here. If a segment of tissue is needing some sweet sweet loving from some Iron(Fe), but there is something already occupying the space that Iron needs to occupy in order to facilitate the need, what kinds of thing happen within that region? Does the body work to displace whatever is preventing the Iron from getting to where it needs to be? But more than that, is the Iron itself now perceived as an intruder since it cannot get to where it needs to go and is taking up space that is needed for something else? I mean, we are talking transience here.
Oh btw…hi.
/me waves
^The Pixies – I Bleed^
How far will a straight line bend before it starts to twist and either:
A) collapse back in upon itself;
B) wander off on less predictable path;
C) break into particulate that makes random and unpredictable appearances/disappearances;
D) some or all of that depending on locale?
Prolly basic crap for a Geometrist to ponder. But there is/are considerations to ponder with respect to observer(s) and their own orientation. I mean, let’s take that image above, and shrink it down a bit. And see if that changes anything with respect to how we observe.
At some point, you are likely going to make a decision or two as to what the safe operating parameters and/or conditions are for that torque-wrench you are designing. But I got a question…
Q: What is safe about a torque-wrench?
A: Nothing.
I guess we’ll just have to take our chances, eh?
^Horde War March^
Action->Reaction
What happens after the reaction?
What led up to the action?
I mean, the guys who made this video prolly wouldn’t appreciate someone coming over to their house and climbing on the roof.
Wait…what’s that? You’ve not watched the video that follows yet? K…well…I have. Maybe if you watch it, you’ll have an inkling as to what I’m talking about.
Or not.
^escaping from police (south london crane climb)^
Ever had a rock in your shoe?
Something that prohibited the facilitation of the more or less natural movement and/or motion of a certain part of your body, and that prohibition kinda cascaded, and effected your entire being moving in the way that you want it to move? Welp, yesterday, the Amygdala appeared on my radar with respect to “response to more emotional types of stimulus”, and the reaction(s) and response(s) that happen under these circumstances.
Q: Does emotional response via what we see on-screen affect our being in ways that we might not consider or give any thought to?
A: ¿¿?
I’m thinking any screen. Not just only phones or computers or TVs or movie screens, but billboards, t-shirts, building designs, certain types of shoes, faces, a tree.
“Smartphone Zombies” appeared on my radar this morning.
I guess I’ll get back to writing.
^Transcending the limbic system response^
*******
*He is that, Clicky…*
To continue reading Cade’s missive, Dear Reader, click HEAR… and have a Song 😉
Friday 27th July 2012 saw the Opening Ceremony of the XXX Olympic Games in London, Dear Reader. Nerves were twanging, excitement was high and the heat? Well, that was certainly oppressive.
Would we fuck it up? We’re bound to fuck it up. We are a nation of fuck ups after all…
*Ha! The emergency number ends on “free”, Clicky …/lights up…*
… Or are we? I wonder…
“Greetings, again. And once again, to each and all, whoever cares and dares to listen, and whoever WONDERS if you may have some role to PLAY in the great design of things. The great design of things that can only be revealed to you, accurately and adequately from the Gnostic point of view.”
*Back then I’d never even ‘erd of synchronicity, Clicky… /drags… Let alone the Fallen Goddess Scenario… /plumes smoke…*
*What a fucking entrance! Mrs Reign’s bonded skyfall arrival was a hoot an’ a half!*
After my post LoL posting snooze yesterday afternoon, Dear Reader, I got in contact with my good friend, Cade – he lives in Texas; they’re 6 hours behind. He’s very kindly been keeping me company whilst I convalesce from my unexpected surgery…
*Danny Boyle’s an ardent Remainer? …/flicks ash… I wonder if he finks Brexit will lead to pan-demon-ium, Clicky? …/deep drag…*
*/thinks and smokes… To be fair, Clicky, the Closing Ceremony could ‘ave been directed by Ed Wood…*
*Yes, I did tell him having boils felt kinda ‘skanky’, Clicky… /final drag…*
*/squints… Yeah the IOC won’t let that play, Clicky…*
Slumdog Millionaire is indeed a very syncy film, Dear Reader…
… And I highly recommend it. Hopefully, Cade and I can watch Ed Wood tonight, Dear Reader. I’ll tell you about that tomorrow but until then… Have a Song… 😉
Quite unexpectedly, Dear Reader, I spent Tuesday night in hospital…
*/lights up…Had to be a 137 in there sumwear eh, Clicky?*
Hospital (n.1)
‘mid-13c., “shelter for the needy,” from Old French hospital, ospital “hostel, shelter, lodging” (Modern French hôpital), from Late Latin hospitale “guest-house, inn,” noun use of neuter of Latin adjective hospitalis “of a guest or host” (as a noun, “a guest; the duties of hospitality”), from hospes (genitive hospitis) “guest; host;” see host (n.1).
‘The sense of “charitable institution to house and maintain the needy” in English is from early 15c.; meaning “institution for sick or wounded people” is first recorded 1540s. The same word, contracted, is hostel and hotel. The sense shift in Latin from duties to buildings might have been via the common term cubiculum hospitalis “guest-chamber.” The Latin adjective use continued in Old French, where ospital also could mean “hospitable” and ospitalite could mean “hospital.”‘
… It all happened so quickly…
*There’s ALWAYS a shining silver lining, Clicky… /drags…*
host (n.1)
‘”person who receives guests,” especially for pay, late 13c., from Old French oste, hoste “guest, host, hostess, landlord” (12c., Modern French hôte), from Latin hospitem (nominative hospes) “guest, stranger, sojourner, visitor (hence also ‘foreigner’),” also “host; one bound by ties of hospitality.”
‘This appears to be from PIE *ghos-pot-, a compound meaning “guest-master” (compare Old Church Slavonic gospodi “lord, master,” literally “lord of strangers”), from the roots *ghos-ti- “stranger, guest, host” and *poti- “powerful; lord.” The etymological notion is of someone “with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality” [Watkins]. The biological sense of “animal or plant having a parasite” is from 1857.’
… So I’m at home, Dear Reader. Sore – sure, and still kinda groggy but there is no fucking way I’m gonna try and get to my job on the 13th and top floor of the LA Tower…
*Knot that LA Tower, Clicky… /flicks ash… Local Authority…*
…One which has NO air conditioning…
*And at the start of this week, Clicky, no fucking drinking water either! …/slurps back cold drink… Honestly…*
*ghos-ti-
‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “stranger, guest, host,” properly “someone with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality,” representing “a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society” [Watkins]. But as strangers are potential enemies as well as guests, the word has a forked path.
The word ghos-ti- was thus the central expression of the guest-host relationship, a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society. A guest-friendship was a bond of trust between two people that was accompanied by ritualized gift-giving and created an obligation of mutual hospitality and friendship that, once established, could continue in perpetuity and be renewed years later by the same parties or their descendants. [Calvert Watkins, “American Heritage Dictionary of Indo-European Roots”]
‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek xenos “guest, host, stranger;” Latin hostis, in earlier use “a stranger,” in classical use “an enemy,” hospes “host;” Old Church Slavonic gosti “guest, friend,” gospodi “lord, master;” Old English gæst, “chance comer, a stranger.”‘
Sew… I’ve decided to utilize this unexpected time off work by writing some Sophia’s Correction posts… Lashy has three new talks up…
*/final drag… I’ve already listened to ’em… /plumes smoke… So un-fuckin’-believably syncy, Clicky…
*poti-
‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “powerful; lord.”
‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit patih “master, husband;” Greek posis, Lithuanian patis “husband;” Latin potis “powerful, able, capable; possible.”‘
… And maybe have a gander at the Aeon Sophia’s consort, Thelete – the other half of the ‘Divine Experiment’ designer couple… The one, far, far away…
*/stubs butt… Ooh, butt I am feelin’ a bit sore now, Clicky… /gingerly stretches… get us a Song to end on luvvie…*
I’m off for an afternoon siesta now, Dear Reader, but I can’t end this post without saying a massive thank you to all the NHS peeps, who took such wonderful care of this decrepit, old bod this week…
‘Immortalised in Churchill’s often quoted assertion that never before “”was so much owed by so many to so few””, the top-down narrative of the Battle of Britain has been firmly established in British legend. Britain was saved from German invasion by the gallant band of Fighter Command Pilots in their Spitfires and Hurricanes, and the public owed them their freedom. Richard North’s radical re-evaluation of the Battle of Britain dismantles this mythical retelling of events. Taking a wider perspective than the much-discussed air war, North takes a fresh look at the conflict as a whole to show that the civilian experience, far from being separate and distinct, was integral to the Battle. This recovery of the people’s stolen history demonstrates that Hitler’s aim was not the military conquest of England, and that his unattained target was the hearts and minds of British people.’
*/final drag… Purple and yellow UKIP had a wolf, Clicky… /plumes smoke… Shame they dropped the smoker-friendly policy for the last election… /stubs butt…*
David, judging by this tweet and you replies to people below it, you have no concept whatsoever of how democracy actually works or even any idea of what Brexit means.
All of this and you being Vice Chair of the police federation is actually frightening.
— Count Dankula🏴 (@CountDankulaTV) July 10, 2018
*/drops jaw… Wot? That Remoaner nob’s the Scottish police fed vice chair? …/whistles…*
*Shit! Wot’s the time? …/clocks wrist… Fuck! Free Lions are already playing Crow Asia…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Alex Robinson ‘as a post up abaht whyt? …/flicks lighter… Well, the play’s the fing, innit? … /lights up… Wot Song did ‘we’ chews to tweet ‘er link aht wiv? …/drags… From the Yt Stripes’ White Blood Cells album? Clever fucka…*
*Oi! I didn’t mean literally! …/coughs… Watch wot ya dooing wiv ya snout…*
*/flicks ash… Good movie, Clicky… /drags… ‘ope they do anovva…*
Well now, Dear Reader, I think that’s about wraps up this Sunday post…
2 British white males at the head of this rescue mission. Their privilege is staggering. Ability counts for shit when there's zero diversity. I demand they be replaced with 2 differently-abled transgender people of mixed race to offer those children a more empowering experience. https://t.co/1zBd1v2PBf
Having a fascination with ‘signs’ and ‘syncs‘, I was interested to see, just how far the UK had “sunk”, so I clicked and started to read…
‘ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards proved he’s still got plenty of puff left — after being given permission to smoke on stage.
‘The 74-year-old rocker was seen having a crafty cigarette during the band’s show in London this week — aptly called their No Filter tour.
‘He was cheered by the crowd of 70,000 at The London Stadium in Stratford as he lit up, flouting the strict no smoking rule.’
*/thinks and smokes… 70,000 people applauding the lighting of a cigarette, against the rules? In a stadium, Clicky, some believe hosted a magikal ceremony… /smokes and thinks… I wonder if the magik was intended as a one-off thing, or if the potential lingers longer than anticipated?*
*Butt then aren’t we all born a bit slippy, Clicky? …/blows smoke rings…*
The next bit of the article I found particularly interesting, Dear Reader – the Local Authority expounds on the issue…
‘But Newham Council said it would not be taking any action because smoking was part of the act. ‘Smoking on stage is permitted “where the artistic integrity of a performance makes it appropriate for a person to smoke”, therefore no action will be taken,’ it added.’
*As You Like it… /final drag… Underworld may have directed the music but Shake Sphere’s Tempest formed the basis of that magikal ceremony in 2012, Clicky… /fills air with smoke… And he’s still going…*
*Smoking is an art, Clicky… /stubs butt… Sonnet 6+6+6… Ya Ken?*
Time for a Song, Dear Reader. Enjoy rest rest of Whitsun ❤
*Really, Clicky? I’d have had money on you going with a Stones Song…*
My good friend Cade, the Okie Devil from Textus, sent through a new missive for us last night, Dear Reader. But first… some sad news: smoking internet pal, Nik Nak…
… died yesterday. The news of his passing broke in the Blue universe today via Frank. More tender words and remembrances of our stalwart friend can be found via Leggy, Bucko and Grandad…
*/lights up… hope Dear Reader goes and read the comments too, Clicky… /drags… He will be missed… /smokes… I expect Smoky Drinky’ll be heaving tonight…*
Ripley: Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?
Apone: I don’t know, is there anything you can do?
Movie = Aliens
^The Beatles – Paperback Writer^
So...where do I start?
Craigslist is infested with data/information leeches and scammers, newspapers are going to require me to subscribe and/or pay. I don’t trust Monster nor Dice since they’ve gone through so many acquisitions that I don’t even know who they are anymore, so…where do I start?
Let’s take a step backwards, start from the beginning, and find out what I can do.
I know how to operate a cash register and have worked at jobs handling cash.
I know logistics and have warehouse experience.
I know how to fuel airplanes.
I know customer support, have done help desk, desktop support and phone support.
I know technical writing.
I know software development and programming…
but I haven't done it in forever.
I’m gonna stop there, because what I really need is an old copy of my resume, and I currently have no way of getting to it since it’s sitting on the hard drive of a computer that doesn’t work anymore. Hell, it may be gone forever if the hard drive doesn’t work.
They don’t want me to respond via Craigslist? Seems shady, but $16-$32 a day to read books? I could likely read 2-4 books a day quite easily. But then I have to write a review and, since I’m being paid, that means that I’ll be gleaning the turds for peanuts in order to find something remotely palatable to write about. I mean, they are going to want positive reviews, kind words, shit that sells books: no one wants a paid reviewer shitting atop their shit pile. That would be an ex-cess-ively shitty mess.
This appears to be another non-paying gig, and I’m going to have to spend untold hours playing a game that might suck-ass. Then I’ve got to review it. But what if the game is good, but I’m terrible at it? Would that make for a good review?
Suddenly…I feel like the character from the movie “What Women Want”. I’m wearing pantyhose lined with panty-liners and/or maxi-pads around the house, all day, just to make $30.
…she says. Since when is there even a line between the home and the workplace? Go to your bathroom, take a gander around, and you are likely to see more logos and advertisements than you would see on a 15 minute drive in an urban area, even if the radio is on.
Go to your kitchen. Take a gander at your appliances. Open the fridge. Open the pantry. Advertisements and advertising have LONG invaded the home via more than just television and radio. So I would argue that “staying fresh in the workplace” really isn’t that difficult. Not to mention that “keeping up” is just more advertising for more revenue streams. Certifications aren’t free, nor is the process of getting them.
Let's abandon this ship.
It’s long since sailed.
^TOTAL IDIOTS AT WORK^
Let's go with recent experience to start...
Recent Experience: Thinking. Writing. More thinking. Blabbing nonsense on Twitter with a few friends.
And yep...more thinking.
That shit don’t pay, so let’s stop dilly-dallying, crank up MS Paint, and start making some attempts at…
SoPi-H
Q: Can magnetics be used to focus?
A: Ever heard of a compass?
Simple.
NO!
I mean within the mind.
Within the body.
Q: What tools do we have available to us in order to better navigate our daily challenges better?
A: Time. Can't do jack shit without the time to do it in.
Birds seem to know where to go, how long to stay there, when to go somewhere else, and where to go. So let’s stretch that out a bit. Let’s stretch it out say…over the course of a spring/summer/fall.
Spring is coming. You are a bird that migrates up north as the weather warms. However, back at the place you just left – unbeknownst to you – some contractor just started a new project to build town homes over the next 6-8 months. When August/September rolls around, and you begin your journey all the way back to your wintering grounds, you’ve no idea that when you get there, your home is going to be gone.
Fucking squatters.
^Missy Elliott – Work It (Official Video)^
SO!!! How do we navigate our own minds within and without? Visualization sometimes helps. But most of the more modern tools are too linear, and most of the old “mysteries” kinds of things are too static or vague. I need something more fluid. Less rigid, but solid.
Solid like air. Solid like water.
Everything is contextual with fluids. Go fast enough? Air will burn you like a charcoal briquette, and water will break every bone in your body. And yet… a breeze at the right time is like a cuddle from the sweetest of lovers, and a splash of water at the right time can cool and refresh. I’m not trying to invent a steering wheel for the soul; there are PLENTY of fucks willing to tell you what to do with that thing.
Nope, this is more about how spirit and mind get us through the things we encounter. We like to think that almost everything is either positive or negative; good or bad; right or wrong; correct or incorrect; but it’s all those things. Hence, I think we spend most of our time in a state of indifference.
We don’t like to think of ourselves as indifferent because it seems too wishy-washy. And yet…
decisions, decisions, decisions.
So yeah, indifference…we hang out there a lotmethinks. Our secret lover.
^Work For Love – Ministry^
SoPi-H – Iteration 01
SoPi-H – Iteration 02
SoPi-H – Iteration 03
SoPi-H – Iteration 04
SoPi-H – Iteration 05a
SoPi-H – Iteration 05b
SoPi-H – Iteration 06a
SoPi-H – Iteration 06b
So yeah… SoPi-H. That’s it. That’s them. That’s…what it is…what they are…
whatever.
^Fifth Harmony – Work from Home ft. Ty Dolla $ign^
Drawing this shit from the hip, and not trying to be so goddamn perfect, sometimes aptly displays why I’m not always “all about shit lining up perfectly” or according to some rigid set(s) of specifics. As the perspective changes, so does the outlook on “what lines up…and what don’t”.
EX: SoPi-H_03 doesn’t look so bad. However, when you turn it 90° to make SoPi-H_04? Yeah…the wonkyness is MUCH more apparent.
The personification of indifference with respect to decision making.
The “defect” was always there, you just had to approach from the correct angle/perspective in order to see it. It looked great here, but not so much later. So if you’ve attached your anchor to a certain principle, what happens when you take a look at that principle from another angle?
Q: Are you locked in?
A: !!!
It’s like finding a defect in clothing after you already purchased it, removed all the tags, you wear it for the first time, and you or someone else notices something about the garment later. I mean the fucking thing looked just fine on the rack.
FUCK!!!
How in the HELL does something like this get past quality control at the place that manufactured it? Why would a retailer not check their own stock for defects prior to making it available for sell?
The Mad A Gas Star Effect.
Meet SoPi-L
What is our preferred method of disposal?
Let's find some work!
So...where do I start?
Let's go with recent experience to start...
SoPi-H – Iteration 01
SoPi-H – Iteration 02
SoPi-H – Iteration 03
SoPi-H – Iteration 04
SoPi-H – Iteration 05a
SoPi-H – Iteration 05b
SoPi-H – Iteration 06a
SoPi-H – Iteration 06b
Library of Libraries 