If there’s any good to come of this tragedy it’s to understand that depression isn’t some kind of scarlet letter, it’s an inevitable result of what one scientist called “the greatest blind experiment in history,” the bombardment of our brains and bodies with every manner of stimulus and stress imaginable, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year and then some.
No, not a description of the plot line in last night’s episode of Doctor Who (review with spoilers, hear). It was something I read in bed late last night, about a musician’s suicide. A suicide that occurred at about the same time of an attempted murder/suicide in Times Square (the murder part worked, the suicide aspect, not so much).
Below is a brand new missive from Cade. His 50th which is rather nice as I will be having my 50th birthday later this week. Of course, we’re all older than we think we are; we forget that we spent the first months of life in the dark…
*Okay, Clicky, thanks…*
Clicky suggests The Okie Devil tries using socks for his, erm…
… whathaveyou… Please go have a read for yourself, Dear Reader, and see what you think…
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I dunno bout anyone else, but I was up till around 3 AM or so this morning listening to the wind, rain and thunder, and watching the lightning. The rain on my window was so hard at times that it sounded as if it was hail a time or two, but it wasn’t…just fat raindrops en masse. It kinda sucks being alone on such nights when you ain’t got anything particularly interesting to think about while listening to nature do her thing.
So I eventually got up, got dressed, then went out front to see if I could see anything interesting within the storm/storm clouds, as there appeared to be plenty of lightning to provide the necessary lighting for watching the clouds roll. But alas, there is a streetlight directly across from the front porch, and it was raining hard enough to make the glare unbearable.
I stood on the porch long enough to feel the huff and puff of the hot and cold winds duking it out as my feet got wet from the rain pouring off of the roof…then I retreated back inside. I would be able to watch some of the storm from my window, were it not for the fact that whatshername has a 6 billion candlepower floodlight that she keeps burning 24/7 to keep intruders out of the backyard. Most people in this area just get an attack dog. Keeps the electricity bill down.
^White Bird- It’s A Beautiful Day -1968^
You prolly wondering about the part where…”you got up and got dressed?”
Yes...I sleep naked. Duh?
Why people sleep in clothes is beyond me.
Not that I don’t sometimes fall asleep while wearing some manner of clothing, and not that clothes in the cold winter months are not sometimes required as opposed to turning up the indoor heating. Dry nose in the morning from setting the heat too high at night is cause for some nightmarish headaches.
But yeah…if I make a conscious decision to climb into bed for sleep…the clothes come off. Too restricting, causes too much waking and requires too much adjustment during the night.
^The Zombies – Time Of The Season (1969) HQ^
What are you looking for?
^Donovan – Sunshine Superman (1966) HQ^
I noticed that Merovee had some crap about “The Summer of Love“…and the dude over at Just Watching The Wheels Go Round has had some interesting posts recently about years ending in “7” over the last 5 decades. So I guess my musical selections today are falling in line with that mode and modes of thinking. Also, I got to go to the library a little while ago and checked out some movies. One of which, is Close Encounters of the Third Kind…a movie made circa 1977, watched again via 2017 via 1967…which is the year I was born.
I saw Close Encounters at the theatre when I was a kid, and it scared the shit out of me. Spielberg is a fucking ASSHOLE for doing that shit with the music and the black screen at the start of the movie. I recall sitting in the theater, and sinking down into my seat as the strings-section of the orchestra starting doing that creepy noodling on their instruments along with the creepy chorale vocals, all while the screen remained black. Then…suddenly…from the orchestra…BOMP!!!! And the brightest light I had seen to date flashed up on the screen.
Thanks for the nightmares Steve & John.
lolz
I think the sequence that followed that intro, kinda saved the film for me. The sudden appearance of the TBM Avengers on screen grabbed my interest…and I was REALLY fucking interested in the “Flight 19” aspect of the source of these aircraft, since I had already read extensively about Flight 19 and The Bermuda Triangle by the time I saw Close Encounters. Yep…a 9 year old kid…already well read on “Mysteries of The Universe.”
Whodathunkit?
^Ministry – Black Betty^
My parents later recounted the story often of watching me sink down into my seat out of the corner of their eyes at the start of the movie.
“He’s already so tiny, that those big theater seats just swallow him up when he sits down in one. And all I saw saw, was that big head with those big ears of his…slowly disappearing down into the seat.”
lolz
It funny the shit we remember.
Such as…seeing a number of people leave the theatre during the course of the film because they were so traumatized as to the imagery being show on-screen. But it’s the concepts behind the imagery that are so shocking, and not the imagery in and of itself.
My mother left the theater several times herself as I recall. But not me. Amongst the stories of the audience and its reaction(s) to the film, was the story of how many people left the theatre, only to return, only to leave again. But not Jr. He was glued to his seat through the entire movie. Didn’t leave once till we made him get up and go try and pee.
^Hold Your Head Up-Argent-1972-(Long Version)^
I saw Close Encounters before I saw Star Wars. I didn’t get to see Star Wars until it finally made its way to “the dollar theaters” about a year and a half after it came out. And while I love the Star Wars movies, I always preferred Star Trek and Close Encounters to Star Wars. Star Wars is too…real. Too real to be real. C-3PO, R2-D2, Darth Vader, and maybe Obi-Wan, are the only saving graces for me personally. They are all completely necessary, and yet completely expendable.
^Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Fanfare For The Common Man^
I’m sitting eating a pile of Freedom Fries and watching the movie Bottle Shock, when the front door opens behind me. I don’t turn to see who it is because I really don’t care, when I hear from behind me…
“She bought a banjo!”
The voice is from my oldest, and he is referring to his girlfriend as I turn to see her holding a banjo case that is about twice the size of her. I cannot help but start laughing at the ridiculousness of this “revelation” as it unfolds, and as it relates to some old Okie fart sitting eating French Fries while watching a movie about a competition between California and French wines in 1976, as his oldest son and his son’s girlfriend wander in to tell the tale of how they have somehow acquired a motherfucking banjo on the 20th day of the month of May in the year of 2017.
rofl
Don’t try and tell me that life ain’t fun.
^Dance With me Tonight^
I paused the movie and let the French Fries I was eating sit in the Olive Oil that I cooked them in, while I listened to the tale of how this banjo was acquired and why.
She sat the case down and took the banjo out, and it appears that she has never played a banjo before/cannot play a lick. I told her “it suits you” as it really did/does seem to fit her and her small frame well even tho it was very large on her and she was not actually playing it.
My son grabbed it and started playing some Metallica song on it, which caused me to laugh, and I suggested that they listen to some Flatt & Scruggs to maybe get some bearings on how to play the banjo. They said that they were listening to Flatt & Scruggs on the drive home from the music store. So…I suggested that they listen to Ricky Skaggs, who they had never heard of. I said there is not an instrument that he cannot play, nor is there an instrument that he cannot play well. Ricky Skaggs is kinda like “Bocephus without all of the Jim Beam.”
My son laughed, but he seemed to latch onto the concept I was trying to relate, as he likes Hank Williams Jr. and knows his music. His girlfriend wandered off into my son’s bedroom as my son sank into the reclining chair behind me, and he started noodling quietly on the banjo as I resumed my movie and fried nomenclature potato eating.
Son: This movie has Alan Rickman in it? Cade: Yep. Alan Rickman, Chris Pine, Bill Pullman… Son:HOLY SHIT!!! Is that the girl from Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back?!?!?!? Cade: Eliza Dushku? Yep. Son: Cool. I’ve never seen this movie. Cade: It’s a good one.
The movie is in its final 30 minutes or so, and my son continues to noodle quietly on the banjo from the chair to my back, playing rock songs that I am familiar with. Each new song he tries makes me roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of playing this shit on a fucking banjo.
Suddenly…I hear a familiar “growling” riff of…DUH…DUH..DUH… ….DUH…DUH…DUN.DUH…of Deep Purple’s “Smoke on the Water” being strummed out on the banjo…and I say…
Cade: I’m about to take that fucking banjo away from you and hit you with it.
He laughs heartily, and stops playing that particular phrase.
^Ricky Skaggs – Country Boy – Live On The BBC’s Wogan Show 1986^
My son’s girlfriend might be 5 feet tall when standing on a stack a phone books, and prolly weighs about 80 pounds if her pockets are full of nickles. Seeing as how my oldest son is 6 feet 6 inches tall and somewhere around 250 pounds or so…they make quite the pair, even when they aren’t toting a banjo around with them.
^Doobie Brothers – Listen To The Music • TopPop^
Yep…it’s amazing what one sees and experiences during the course one’s life. Not that you missed anything, you prolly saw and experienced just about everything that you’ve seen and experienced. We just tend to not think about or dwell on “the old stuff” while piling on “the new stuff.”
Yep...it can and does get confusing sometimes.
But we are built for that sort of thing, each and every one of us. None of this “best of the best” or “survival of the fittest” kinds of crap…we are each and everyone of us purpose built and specifically designed to handle just about anything and everything that this Universe can throw at us. I wonder if The Universe can handle everything we throw back?
I had forgotten how well Skaggs plays the mandolin. A very difficult instrument to play. Especially for someone like me who has short and bent fingers. I tried one once and was like “no fucking way I’m playing this thing.” I have enough trouble with the frets on a guitar.
^Ricky Skaggs with Travis Tritt – Sweet Little Georgia Rose^
Welp…I notice that the articles about a certain rock group member recently in the press are starting to pop up on the blogs here and there.
😐
^Messer Chups – Magneto – The Open Stage Berlin^
I was talking with someone last night about portals and pathways and the money that creates them, and it got me to thinking about how we analyse things, when we choose to analyse the things that we are analyzing, and why. Small clues here and there that are very revealing as to what is going on within the sections and sectors of life, that others might dismiss as purely coincidental. Incidental even.
Things like…noticing when there are loads of old coins suddenly turning up in the money supply. Seeing as how much of money and most money transfers these days are digital, it seems to me that events like this would be even MORE pronounced when and if they happen. And I’m not talking only about people taking their jars of coins to the local Coinstar machine to turn those coins into cash. I’m talking about old coins that have been in collections somewhere, sitting and waiting for a payday that never came.
Old pennies, dimes, and quarters usually being the most noticeable in The USA because of the “Wheat Pennies” or dimes/quarters that are made out of silver, but the nickles tend to be the most overlooked and the most valuable. That said, if you have some old Silver Notes that just aren’t worth more than what you need currently, which is food or some other immediate need, and there is no market to buy these Silver Notes at even CLOSE to what they are actually worth, yeah…they’ll still spend at the cash-register so you can get what you need today.
Most people today prolly won’t even know what they are, and may even accuse them of being counterfeit since they are blue and not green. But what I guess I am wondering is “wherein is the value of money where there is none?” Meaning: What is tangible about something that you may or may not have?
^Reverend Horton Heat – Let Me Teach You How To Eat^
What about the tangibility of something that you may or may not have that you may need? Who are we, as a group, to decide what one needs or does not need?
Welp, keeping “the future” in mind is prolly going to win just about any argument that anyone can throw at the individual in this case. But what if that need is not needed in this future that you propose that someone is going to need something? Medical assistance with an issue that isn’t there?
Q: What if the entire medical system that exists today, is not there in the future to address this potential need?
A: ???Erm...Say What?!?!?!?
I was also talking with this same someone about whatshername and her job/trade, and how when whatshername worked at this Men’s Oncology Clinic, she was always talking about the rates and percentages of men who had biopsies on their Testes or Prostate that were Malignant compared to those that were Benign, and how high those percentages were.
Oh Really? Men seeking out help with a specific part of their anatomy regarding a specific issue at a certain clinic that specializes in identifying these issues has a high percentage of identifying the issues that they are looking for? You don’t say!
I gotta question how this relates to those that either A) do not seek medical assistance irrespective of the “why”, and B) cannot seek out medical assistance because they are unable, and C) those who don’t give a shit and just deal with whatever comes as best as they can.
Yeah…representation has prolly gone down the shitter when the unrepresented aren’t marching in the streets seeking representation they feel they deserve and/or are entitled to. And there are many. It seems this would make serving those who are vocal about their lack of representation MUCH easier for the representatives and their organizations. But I guess shit has gotten too confrontational within the representational arms of government and governing.
Too "we won, you lost, DEAL WITH IT!!!"
^Pass That Bottle – The Devil’s Daughters AZ Rockabilly^
I have no idea why the “suggested videos” that come up on YouTube, sometimes come up at all…but they do. And sometimes, it turns me onto some cool and/or interesting shit that I might not have heard otherwise. The following video…for example…it’s not that I think she has a bad voice, as so many of the comments from the video suggest, I just wonder if her voice fits the music from a “studio recording” point of view. I bet they sound bad-ass live. Some bands that sound great live sound like shit in the studio tho. Maybe these guys/gal is one of them.
^The Hellfreaks – Boogie Man (Official)^
Um…I keep a pile of snot rags next to my computer monitor, most are used/I re-use them since my nose runs so much. I just picked one up to wipe some errant tobaccy spit off of my mouth, when I realize that “hey…why are there several paper towels bunched up in this particular wad, and why is this particular wad of snot rags so fucking stiff?” Then…it hit me…
THESE ARE LAST NIGHT’S LEFTOVER SPOO RAGS!!!! NOT SNOT RAGS!!! GROSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
lolz
I’m sure that my spoo tastes delicious, but I have no interest in tasting it myself.
lolz
This is why I usually instantly throw my spoo rags into the toilet. But last night’s thunderstorm, and an unexpected urge to jerk-off at 02:30 in the morning this morning kinda…threw me off my game.
And yes, I use paper towels…and NOT toilet paper or kleenex.
You ever use toilet paper for a cut after shaving?
Yeah…same shit. Toilet paper turns into something akin to cardboard when getting wet after it dries.
Use toilet paper to clean up your remaining post-ejaculation oozing spoo? And suddenly, you have a chunk of papier-mâché glued to the end of your penis…and I don’t need a fucking piñata hanging off of my penis.
GROSS!!! I can’t believe I wiped my mouth with that.
Gotta go eat some of my homemade spaghetti real quick.
^Harry Nilsson ~ Jump Into The Fire ~ Nilsson Schmilsson^
One more reason not to kiss me I guess.
Not that you require more than one reason.
^Close Encounters of the Third Kind Soundtrack-01 Opening-Let There be Light^
^No Sugar Tonight The Guess Who 1970^
It’s progressed on through the day, and it kinda feels like we might be in for more rain/storms outside, but it sure doesn’t look that way. Not enough vertical movement in the clouds/not enough convective activity. I guess I won’t be jerking off tonight.
^JOANNA CONNOR “COME ON IN MY KITCHEN” 7/3/16 LIVE^
Tinker with nutty and dangerous things, things have at least the potential to be unpredictable. I’m gonna attempt to leave the “tit for tat” types of thinking out here, because I don’t like the “tit for tat” equation. Primarily because, it contains no equal sign. Not that I believe in balance. But that particular equation implies a balance that isn’t there. As if to say, this equation is already balanced, when the implication is anything but balance nor imbalance.
"HEY!I'll trade you this rock for some new updated computers!!!"
“Established decontamination procedures were followed…” according to a new CNN article.
Not that I typically read “the news”…and actually…I never read “the news” anymore. But some chit chat here and there about some recent developments regarding “one of my pet projects” has caught my interest. But we can only guess can’t we. I mean, we know how shit works when shit is working like we want it to…and we can guess what to do in the event(s) that shit is NOT working like we want it to, but that doesn’t leave much room for things to develop does it?
I’m not suggesting that we want to let some toxic ooze drool it’s way into our water supply. But isn’t that an eventuality? Just because “it won’t happen on our watch” doesn’t mean that it won’t happen. By all accounts, it can and WILL happen. That is…unless some nutjob who has no business thinking about such things can come up with a solution to some of these problems that are boiling here and there.
*I remember exactly the day mum took Juju and I to see Close Encounters, Clicky… It was at the Elephant & Castle Odeon and it was a very warm Saturday afternoon. The streets on the journey there and at the cinema itself were deserted because there was a footie match on the telly… /thinks… What was at Number One then…?*
“What do you want me to do?” Thoughtful Man sighed and heaved himself off our bed, dislodging our contented pup who had been getting her belly rubbed thoroughly. Just the way she likes it.
I stood against the bedroom wall and brushed a stray lock of hair back behind my ear. “Take a picture of my tiara, please.”
“Why?” Thoughtful Man threw me a squint. “Is it for a post?”
“What do you think?”
He snorted and fiddled with the camera. “The light is terrible. Why in here?”
“Well, for one thing, you’re in here,” I said adjusting the tiara. “And secondly an AI somewhere has invented some colours and named them. Apparently our bedroom walls are painted in ‘Turdly’.”
“Oi! It’s ‘Mushroom’,” Thoughtful Man exclaimed. “I’m not redecorating!”
“I wasn’t asking you to,” I replied with a smile. “Just the photo please.”
“Okay stand still.”
*/CLICK…*
Cade has sent through a new ‘whatever’ to use his parlance. It’s not as long as the previous monster of a missive, but no less engrossing. I hope you enjoy it, Dear Reader…
*No, Clicky, let’s have a Song at the end…*
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Darkness has descended upon the day…and the winds howl in the deepening dark like a harbinger of things to come. I wonder in the darkness, what could these things be? I wander in the darkness, and I wonder…will I be able to see…once the darkness has gotten like…really really darker?
lolz
Nah…just fuckin’ wit ya. I’m inside sitting at a desk typing this shit right here and listening to music at max volume. There could be a fucking hurricane outside and I wouldn’t know it.
Oh yeah...
…HOWDY!!!
^Feed Me – Starcrash^
Anyone wanna dance?
Neither do I.
We'll work up to it I guess.
^Cocteau Twins – Pur (Sun & Air Mix)^
I’ve done a little writing elsewhere… (“a little”…lolz) …which means I’ve been thinking a bit. Had a bit of a discussion with Roob the other night about motion(s) and when they get weird. Not gonna try and “sum up” any thoughts in this here whatever, but I might wind up doing just that. Or at least, sounding like I am doing that. But I get the feeling that there are two types of people, with respect to finding…
Type 1: I found what I was looking for…game over.
Type 2: I found what I was looking for…game on.
Keep both of those in perspective as it relates to what you have found…and you can prolly better decide which is applicable, when, and where and to whom.
^Cocteau Twins – Pur^
It’s weird. I was just thinking about the movie “Starcrash” the other day. Which also made me think of the movies “Battle Beyond the Stars” and “Laserblast”…all of these movies I saw at a drive-in theater when I was younger. There was a group of entities in the movie “Battle Beyond the Stars” that were a kind of “Borg” species, cept not quite so snotty and adventurous as “The Borg.”
What I was thinking about, is all of this business being talked recently regarding telepathy, which appears to be more about clairvoyance than telepathy. And I’m thinking about it more now that some chucklehead has made another public spectacle with “hearing voices” being touted as “the cause.”
In the article above on Telepathy, there is a picture to the right with the following caption…
“The Ganzfeld experiments that aimed to demonstrate telepathy have been criticized for lack of replication and poor controls.”
Q: What’s the point?
A: ?¿?¿?
EX: Someone can lift 500 lbs as a personal-best.
Can they always lift 500 lbs?
Can they always lift 500 lbs…every single time…on command or as commanded?
Do you then start judging style and technique?
Is that as high as they can go in weight?
What about over time?
How long did it take them to achieve this weight as being liftable by them?
Is there a significance to this number?
Is there a significance to this number for all people?
Or just this individual?
Could they always lift 500 lbs, they just didn’t know it yet?
Q: What is your role in their performance and its success or failure?
A: ...
^Yello – Oh Yeah (Remix 2016)^
Maybe there’s a mishmash possible there between Clairvoyance and Telepathy…a kind of Tele-Clairvoyance.
Data and information without context is kinda…worthless. And to be honest, I don’t really see the difference between building something in your mind, that you eventually build with your body in a more tangible manner. You are going to be continuing that process of building in your mind as you build with your body, which says to me that there is sometimes no division between these two. All that was or is missing…is purpose. So tell me…
Q: What is the purpose in being first?
A: ?¿?
Q: What if you’re wrong?
A: ¿?¿
Q: Does this concern others?
A: ???
Q: Now what if you’re wrong?
A: ¿¿¿
^Yello feat. Stina Nordenstam – To The Sea (Official Video)^
Throw this image of “the higher self” into the mix, and suddenly things get REALLY fucking wack. Is it any wonder that people are confused? Or at least, that there is confusion and some people may have a propensity to be confused? Factor in, that much of what transpires under the guise and guises of clarity and control?
Yeah..."fucked up" just went motherfucking haywire.
I mean, can you control a tube of toothpaste? Oh yeah? For how long? Control is as temporary as anything else. Add an observer into that mix, and suddenly, we are being judged on anything and everything…up to…and including…our form and style as to how we handle a tube of toothpaste.
Q: Weren’t we doing that already?
A: SAY WUT??!?!?
Yeah…since when do you not judge every single thing that you do? Without bias, we know neither success nor failure.
OH! And regarding your teeth-brushing skills? You missed a spot.
^Kirsten Dunst – Turning Japanese (HD)^
Yep…lotta new stuff in the world. Add “the dynamics of the application of these new things” with new users/new experiencers? Yep new new just got new new newer. Especially with respect to children, who everything is new to. Trying to explain old shit as old to someone who it is new to can be an exercise in futility when not approached with a degree of humility. I mean…how fucking cool is it to be the one with the opportunity to open new eyes to old things? What a treasure eh? That’s just my thinking tho.
I still get a kick out of seeing my children learning new things and stumbling around in life as I do the same. I’ve mentioned this before, but assuming that there is a God, I think this is why we are never referred to as anything other than children in The Bible. I dunno about other religious texts, but it has had the effect of keeping me a bit humble with respect to new things, whether they be old or new, or just new to me. I think people do the same, more than they give themselves credit for anyway. Or maybe not /me shrugs
^Depeche Mode – In Your Room (Kaiser Mercurio Dub Edit 2011)^
It bad enough telling someone what they can or cannot do in the present.
Takes quite a set of balls to have the audacity to tell someone what they can or cannot do in the future.
Yer trying to figure yer own shit out eh? How you gonna do that via others? How are ya gonna do that via others when other channels are open to you, which are “less-than-standard” types of channels? You cannot undo what has been done. And even if you could, the act of undoing what has been done would undo even more than simply “the one thing you were trying to undo.” Eventually, there would be a collapsing motion that would accelerate so rapidly, that all of existence would begin to collapse…except for you and your tinkering…which would continue at a steady state pace that is relative to the way things were.
Meaning: Time would fold and continue folding, as it collapsed under the weight of the entirety of all matter in The Universe…leaving only a single variance within this new time.
Kinda has the effect of…pointing…eh?
This is how I see “the unseen” working within “the seen” anyway.
A "sandbox" of sorts.
An ability to visualize how things are, and how things could be, via how things once were.
I’m not talking specifically here…I mean things that needed to transpire in order to keep similar events from ever happening again in the manner in which time and matter collapsed the first time.
^Lusine – Just A Cloud^
So am I suggesting that “the collapse of time” is now an impossibility?
No.
I am suggesting that “the total collapse of time” is now an impossibility, and/or, discretionary.
Time can and does still “collapse.” I see this as a necessary function of time for it’s continuance.
All Time + No Time = Every Time
This allows for modification and tinkering.
If time could neither speed up, nor slow down, we would have no common frame of reference within our current frame of reference.
Think of a resonance that is allowed to continue over time. What will be the effect of that resonance over time?
Yep...silence...is actually...quite loud.
Any resonance outside of a resonance, is detectable.
Sometimes these are expected, sometimes…not.
BLOOPS!!!
Maybe we missed something?
Am I really suggesting that time nor matter have any speed limits?
Yep. Keep that contextual, and suddenly you’ll see all sorts of speed limits.
Q: How long are you prepared to monitor said speed and times of whatever it is that we are observing?
A: Yeah...I dunno either.
^Girl street performer slams Bass like a pro^
I understand many of science’s theories about The Universe and what it is up to. The thought that it will someday just…vanish…or fade into non-existence due to all fuel and fuels being expended, is an intriguing one. Primarily because of how it opposes the current theory that much of the stars and starlight that we are currently seeing has already long since ceased to exist due to it’s distance from us…and yet…there they are. This is prolly why we get confused so much…we’re always trying to narrow and limit, usually to either one thing, or one small group of things. And sometimes that works. Sometimes not.
Weird how that works, eh?
^Cabaret Voltaire – Ex^
I started writing this one last night (hence, the nutty “night poetry” business at the top) but it’s Friday now…and I have to go start getting ready to go out tonight. I have a hot date. No wait…I don’t. But a case of beer and a movie would be nice. Won’t have any of those either, so I’ll prolly wind up playing Plants vs Zombies till 2 AM. Better than nothing I guess.
^Cabaret Voltaire – Radical Chic^
Lot’s of talk I’ve noticed lately, has been as if some precipice will be reached at some point, and then everything will be OK. Welp, what if we’re already there. When are we NOT there? And I guess that’s where my personal answer lays…in helping others. I mean, I’m happy. Or at least, as happy as I can be. Sure there are things I want and things I need. But if I can’t get them? May as well help someone else get to where they are wanting to go.
^Depeche Mode – New Life^
Yep…lotta new stuff in the world.
Yep…lotta new people in the world.
Yep…lotta new people in a world of new stuff.
Meh...I don't feel like writing anymore.
Thinking about time, and how time relates to time, times and matter…drains me.
Ya’ll go have a great weekend and get drunk and/or get laid or something.
The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive, Dear Reader, and… It’s a bit of a monster…
*Oh it’s at least five fagger, Clicky… At least… /lights up…*
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Good Morning.
Good Afternoon.
Good Evening.
Good Night.
Howdy.
It’s 11:42 AM on Monday May 15th of 2017.
I don’t feel like writing…but I’m gonna.
And seeing as how I am in a traveling mood…
…let’s start off with a 3 minute and 57 second video of a camera on the nose gear of a 747.
^BOEING 747-200F GEAR CAMERA ” BELLY OF THE BEAST ” ( AROUND THE WORLD)^
Things happen fast when you are low and slow.
Things happen even faster when you are low and fast.
(Some great warbirds feature in the vid below for anyone who is into that kind of thing)
^Extreme Low Pass | Epic High Speed Pass | Very Low Passes compilation^
I seriously have nothing on my mind. Not a goddamn thing. Cept for the fact that my legs and back are wobbly as fuck…and my knees and feet feel as if they have been slathered with superglue that has long since dried…making walking a difficult and tricky proposition. That said, I walked outside yesterday morning to get some fresh air, and no sooner had I opened the door and began to transverse its door frame, something immediately occurred to me…
Summer Is Here.
Yep. Summer has arrived in North Texas. The combination of the feel of the air and the look of the sky combined to make me and the rest of me come to the conclusion that the sun has reached a point in the sky that has caused anyone that lives in this area to begin to think about July and August…usually, our hottest months.
Seeing as how we are only two weeks into May, the official start of summer is over a month away, and we haven’t gotten many storms and certainly no big storms, I can’t help but wonder when the water restrictions signs will start going up. They’ve pretty much to the point where “the buffers” now have buffers of their own, and even those buffer buffers are subject to interpretation by whoever is currently calling the shots. God only knows how many “shot callers” are bending the ones who call the shots’ ears, and the what’s and why’s as to their reasoning.
Dunno whether that is influence, undue influence, corruption, or just a plain old need and/or interest…but it’s interesting to think about. I mean hey…as long as your needs get met…who cares right?
^Ed Bruce – It’s All In Your Mind^
As I started writing this here currently current whatever…I got a pop-up on my computer. I wanted to add a screenshot of it, but I can’t find a host.
The popup was from my ZoneAlarm firewall software, and it was urging me to upgrade due to something call “Wannacry”…which I assume is the malware/virus/trojan/whatever that is getting all the press over the last few days. ZoneAlarm is the only piece of “security software” that I really run on my computer. I mean, I also have SpyBot Search & Destroy…but I rarely use it. Last time I ran it, it had been like 437 days since I last ran it…so yeah…”security” and/or “computer security” is not of great concern to me.
Anyone stupid enough to risk prison over hacking this piece of shit computer? Yeah…yer a dumbass. There ain’t nothing on it worth stealing, it’s an old computer running outdated software (Windows Vista) and if anyone wanted to break into this crappy shitbox, they prolly could with ease. I mean sure, there’s crap on here that I would miss if someone decided to arbitrarily h4X0r my ass…but what am I gonna do? Beg? Plead?
“Please Mr. h4X0r Man or Ms. h4X0r Woman! Please don’t h4X0riZ3 my computar machine!!!”
Go fuck yourself.
You “wanna fuck my shit up” just because you can? Eat shit and die.
^Love & Rockets – All in My Mind^
Speaking of money and/or too much and/or too little…I notice that there was a Tweet regarding a £70k rock in some hospital in England, and a lot of banter about where the money came from to purchase said rock.
Q: I wonder who made that rock?
A: ?¿?
Q: I wonder who made that rock…rock?
A: ¿?¿
I saw a picture of the rock in question, and I gotta say…that rock? It ROCKS!!! Or at least…it looks like it does. That said…I have to question the placement of that rock, as it appears to be on an elevated section of the hospital near a guardrail of some kind.
I mean…couldn’t small children or midgets or dwarves or those otherwise vertically challenged…not stand atop that rock and jump over the guardrail? Hospitals always have crazy people in them who are just looking for a place to die…so…yeah…why help them out? Never mind the fact that I have to question how much that rock weighs and the load-bearing stresses on the flooring over time. I mean…do we monitor vibration in buildings? Do we monitor vibration(s) in buildings all the time? All the time over time? All the times over time?
Meh…who needs excuses.
You only need one.
Something about a camel and its back prolly goes here.
^Barry Obzee – All In Your Mind^
Yeah…I bet whoever made that rock is a crafty motherfucker. I can imagine being able to look at a single atom within that rock from billions of years ago, and looking forward through time, to the time that a bunch of chuckleheads would start bitching about money for computers based on the events surrounding, and up to this atom that is now in this rock that is sitting in some hospital, and the journey and journeys that this atom took to get there.
Not that I think that all atoms are “numbered” in the way and ways that some would like to number them…but yeah…just that…all atoms are numbered. It’s just that they are numbered at little bit differently than we typically think of numbers and numbering, because we as humans tend to include so we can omit.
EX: You’ve seen one vagina, you’ve seen em’ all.
What horseshit.
That “vagina” is attached to “a vulva” and some other pieces and parts in that locale…up to, and including, the woman that owns it.
Suddenly…everything is one to one.
Yep…lotta ones in there.
^Clarence Carter – It’s All in Your Mind^
Wait. Wait. WAIT!!!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!!!
We have a question via The Whatever However HOTLINE!!!
Q: Cade, how is it that you propose that “atoms are numbered” outside of the numbers and numbering defined in The Periodic Table?
A: GREAT QUESTION!!!
And therein, lies the answer. All you have to do? Look at that Periodic Table. Which atoms of elements interact with other atoms of other elements and when.
I was going to put “Which atoms of elements interact with other atoms of other elements and how” instead of “when”…but as I got to thinking about it, this action/reaction/non-action/non-reaction bullshit is all about time…not matter itself. If one element chooses not to react well with another element, that’s still a reaction. It just may not be the reaction that you are looking for.
I think that once “Science” begins to drop some of its pretenses about matter, “Science” will be able to better add time more efficiently in its efforts…whatever those efforts may be. However, the more that “Science” leave its gadgetry out after including it in? Yeah…the more confused and confusing things are going to get.
Q: Cade, what do you mean “gadgetry”…and what do you mean by “leaving it out after including it in.”
A: Its pretty simple as far as I can tell. You build something to generate fields, and that's what you get.
However, when you leave the mechanisms and mechanics of “the fields that were already there” that are nested in “the fields generated”, yeah…stacking and layering that exists, and will always exists, even when you attempt to limit and/or minimize this effect/these effects.
Why?…you might ask
Time…yer leaving it out again.
^Iron Maiden – All In Your Mind^
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RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!! RAWR!!!
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From today’s featured article…
The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction – a U.S. fantasy and science fiction magazine first published in 1949 by Fantasy House, a subsidiary of Lawrence Spivak’s Mercury Press.
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Francis D’Britto – a Catholic priest, writer, and environmental activist from Vasai, Mumbai. He is the author of the Subodh Bible, a translation of the Bible to Marathi.
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Institute of Highway Engineers – the professional institution for practitioners in highway and traffic engineering offering Engineering Council registration and professional development support.
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1927 in association football – The following are the football (soccer) events of the year 1927 throughout the world.
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Poimapper – field data collection, sharing and analysing software.
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Stella Maris Airport – an airport located near Stella Maris, on Long Island in The Bahamas.
French cutter Espion (1781) – launched in 1781. The British captured her and took her into the Royal Navy as HMS Espion. The Navy sold her in 1783.
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Wilhelm Henie – a Norwegian sportsman and furrier. He was track cycling World Champion in 1894, and competed at the European Speed Skating Championships in 1896.
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Afghan cricket team in Pakistan in 2013 – visited Pakistan from 6 to 13 February 2013 and played a series of limited-overs matches against the Pakistan A team and some regional sides.
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Solomon Nightengale House – a historic house at 429 Granite Street in Quincy, Massachusetts. The 1-1/2 story Cape style house was built c. 1820 by Solomon Nightengale, whose family had owned the land since the 18th century.
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Princess Ragnhild Coast – the portion of the coast of Queen Maud Land in Antarctica lying between 20° E and the Riiser-Larsen Peninsula, at 34° E. All but the eastern end of the coast is fringed by ice shelves.
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Four Holy Cities – the collective term in Jewish tradition applied to the cities of Jerusalem, Hebron, Safed and, later, Tiberias, the four main centers of Jewish life after the Ottoman conquest of Israel.
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Neal Du Brock – directed the world-premieres of many important plays including Edward Albee’s Box (play) and Lanford Wilson’s Lemon Sky (starring Christopher Walken and Charles Durning). He worked for many years at the Studio Theater and Studio Arena Theater in Buffalo, New York.
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Robot Communications – a Japanese independent animation and visual effects studio founded on June 3, 1986, and based in Tokyo. It won the 2008 Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film for La Maison en Petits Cubes.
I bet I could win the Tour de France if I had a bicycle. I’d prolly win last place, but yeah…I could prolly also win first place. I mean…if you have a right to be there, you have as much chance as anyone at winning, right? I wonder how one goes about getting on the list to compete in The Tour de France? Prolly has entry fee. That includes me out.
Actually, I have a bicycle. Two even. They both have flat tires tho.
^Mariah Carey All In Your Mind Live Acapella HD SNL 1990^
I guess if you think of particles in a chain, or particles in a chain or chains, that’ll help. But just keep in mind that numbers are going to go from very small, to mind-bendingly huge, real fucking quick. That’s why I use a -1/0/1 base…it helps to keep my head from folding when thinking about the number and numbers in these chains. Zero (0) helps us avoid zero (0)…if that makes any sense.
Think of it like this…as we approach zero (0), there is little difference between 0 and ∞ on either end.
Meaning: “the nothing” on one end, and “the everything” on the other.
They are both everything. It’s just that one is “everything something”…and the other is “everything nothing.”
Make sense? Good. Let’s continue.
We avoid zero (0) for a reason. Reasons, even. This is where our “flips” are going to happen.
This way here...that way there.
But you also have to keep in mind that at some point and points, we are going to see zero (0) again, even when traveling through “everything something.”
If you think of weavers and weaving, and rings… Yeah…lots of weaving and flipping.
The difference is, that sometimes a thread or string may return to its point of origin, and sometimes not.
Keep time and times in mind here, and this concept may not seem so strange, foreign, incredulous or impossible.
Add stings to the strings…and you’re ready for loops.
Just remember to wet the thread before threading the needle.
Friction...is all.
Keep your “infinity” at both ends of the -1/0/1 set, and you’ll never forget that all in the set are both infinities AND infinite. But yeah…you’ll forget. But then you’ll remember you forgot.
^Chris Miles – All In Your Mind (Prod Blended Babies)^
Q: Dude…so what are you saying about zero (0), and more specifically, what are you saying about “nothing”…or at least, “the concept of nothing.”
A: Everything. The everything that is nothing, and the nothing that is everything...BOTH...at the same time.
Think of it like this.
Everything = Everything. (-1 and/or 1)
Zero = Anything.
The machine that makes the machine.
A system, within a system and system of systems…whose sole purpose, is creation, retention, preservation and reorganization. It’s really not that difficult of a concept to understand. Explaining it on a Universal scare tho, yeah…difficult.
I can see it, and if I took the time to learn the math I could prolly explain it using that method…but I’m not gonna. Math and maths and mathematics alone are too narrow and limiting. One might even begin to think that mathematics might be the exclusive province of “The Realm of Zero”…but that’s not the case. It may be “a” case…but not “the” case. You have to keep in mind that IN = OUT is not always true, and sometimes never true. You are painting with entirely too broad a brush. Seeking perfection via imperfection is like stumbling over diamonds to get to gold.
Perfect + Imperfect = Perfection.
There's a verby kind of action to that verbiage.
^Snowgoons – “All in Your Mind” feat. Viro The Virus [Official Audio]^
I’ve mentioned that my father was a mechanic. He was a race car driver and mechanic, but he worked on industrial sewing machines as his trade. He had rough hands. VERY rough hands. Hands that were akin to a baseball catcher’s mitt, that are made out of some metallic/carbon fiber material that fell to Earth from outer space. His hands were constantly covered in chemicals, and greases, and oils, and cleaners, and all kinds of crazy shit…and yet, it was as if his hands were made of iron. Never mind that the motherfucker was 6′ 1″ @ 240 lbs, had a really bad disposition, and could bench press a truck. I guess that “day to day” of working with tools and metals and injuries and all that shit takes its toll.
FYI…his hands were not “leathery” nor “calloused” in the usual manner in which we think of the hands of working people…they were more like iron. He used to tempt me into “trying to hurt him”…all the while, taunting me with “you can’t hurt steel.”
Q: If you wear shoes all day, every day, what effect does that have on the epidermis of the feet?
A: ???
Q: What about the shoes + socks and/or hosiery?
A: ?
Yeah…the shoes that I currently wear (when I wear shoes) are kinda different. They have no arches built-in to the insole, therefore, my feet and their arches have to do the work. The manner in which I lace the shoes also helps, as it puts the pressure on the shoelace eyes, instead of the center of the top of my foot where the laces cross. Not that I have any experience with massive callouses on my feet or anything…but sitting at a desk all day wearing laced shoes or tight fitting shoes under the additional circumstance of having circulation to my hips legs and feet cut-off or reduced for 6-8 hours or more per day? Yeah…I think there might be some connection there with some issues that some might have, and being “erogonomically aware” might just have the effect of “economic viability” as well.
^Beck – It’s All in Your Mind^
I shudder to think about a woman’s legs, simply because they shave them. That is…assuming that they do shave them. I wonder if businesses expect women to shave their legs and/or arm pits?
I digress.
Anyway…yeah…even tho I am very hairy, and even tho I don’t shave my legs/never have shaved my legs, my legs had gotten to the point to where they had very little hair on them at all. Not that I was required to wear pants, nor even that these pants rubbing on my legs daily caused the hair loss. I am in proximity to power lines most of the time, and regularly smoke crack when I am not shooting heroin…so its prolly that and not the pants.
I digress again.
The hair on my feet? It ain’t there no more. Well…there are some small patches of hair here and there that make my feet appear as if I spend time tiptoeing through nuclear waste or toxic chemicals of some kind…but it’s strange that where there was once hair…it’s no longer there. Thinking about the sensory input provided to us via hair…I guess I don’t need it anymore.
Anyway…legs….that are shaved…daily…there’s GOT to be a better way.
And I sure as SHIT ain’t thinking lasers nor laser hair-removal.
Not that I am telling you what to do or not to do…just…thinking out loud.
^Moog – All In Your Mind^
I gotta give some mad props here to K-Swiss for a type of shoe they make call “Tubes.” I dunno if they make them anymore, but these shoes saved my feet. The lightest and most airy/breathable shoe I have ever worn, and the spongy action of the tubes in the sole helped teach me how to walk again. I tried to look them up on their website, but I couldn’t find the particular kind that I used to wear. But that’s them in the picture above. They make you think about your legs more than your feet. Almost as if to say “if the legs do what they are supposed to, it’s easier to figure out what the feet are doing and how they are doing it.”
The Converse All-Stars that I wear help much in the same regard. Except to me, the Converse help you to think about both your feet AND your legs, and what they are doing as it relates to your back and shoulders. We tend to ignore the upper-back and REALLY fucking ignore the shoulders. Being an asthmatic helps me think about those things. Especially when you are having an asthma attack, and it feels like every muscle in your body is working in unison to help you take that breath and/or exhale it.
Ya rly.
Sounds nutty…but so is Asthma.
^STRAY / All in Your Mind^
If information within the body is having difficulty getting to where it needs to go…
Q: Does the body adapt?
A: ???
Can it adapt…might be a better question. But not really. I mean, we know that the body can adapt, but what is the result of that adaptation? Does this mean that the body “is adapted?” Or does this mean the body “has adapted?” How about “a body?” Does this change in verbiage mean anything to anybody? 😉
Oh…and while we are thinking about it…”what about “coping?”
There are many things in life that make sense. But that doesn’t mean that things will turn out as you have planned it according to “making sense.” Such as, punching a steel plate for hours on end each and every day, with the hopes of making your fist stronger/harder.
Just keep in mind that there was and is, a lot more going on there in that someone’s life, than simply “punching stuff.”
^The Partridge Family – It’s all in your Mind^
We are limited does not mean that we have limits.
We have limits does not mean that we are limited.
Put those in whatever order you prefer, then mix and match at will. If you live your life by one creedo or one rule, or one rule set or one set of rule sets…erm…doesn’t that kinda…limit you?
Welp, the short answer is both yes and no. Mainly because, I don’t live in your skin nor do I want to. Neither do you live in mine, so now we come to edifice(s) and standard(s). Which means we gotta progress to and through application and applications. Are we doing that? Are we doing that properly? Yeah…I dunno either.
If this were a popularity contest, you wouldn’t be reading this right now because I wouldn’t have written it. I’ve never been popular and I never will be popular, and I, as a person and individual, am OK with that. But there is also nothing wrong with popularity. Popular people are typically popular for a reason. The most prominent being…you made them that way. So what’s your beef with popular people? Oh…when they become “too popular?” Describing description is stupid. Beyond description maybe. I dunno…give it a whirl. Maybe you’ll come up with something groundbreaking or earthshaking or whatever.
^Douala – It’s All In Your Mind [BLORP]^
We interrupt this themed song sequence to bring you a video of airplanes sliding around on ice.
^Plane sliding on ice | Aircraft skiddin on ice^
So the other day, Whatshername casually mentions that she thinks that she has found a den of human trafficking nearby. The logic being, that her sister went into this particular shop, and “the people were creepy.” She went on to say that she was SURE that there were people tied up in the back of this shop…and yes, she was serious. So I guess that her and her sister have started their own private investigation into the goings on at this shop, irrespective of the business that transpires there daily, which they appear to believe “is just a front.”
I asked her why she didn’t call the cops if she felt that strongly about it, but she mumbled something about our children and basically changed the subject. I guess I don’t understand. I didn’t press her about it, but I made damn sure that she knew that I was not happy with her accosting me regarding my thoughts and opinions on her and her sister’s crusade. Not like she knew that I would be a good “devil’s advocate” on the part and portion of all involved, but no matter how much I pleaded with her to leave me the fuck out of it because I don’t share her paranoid view of “the world”…she pressed me.
I cannot help but think about “false accusations” and the damage that they can cause, nor can I not help but think about my experiences working within The US Customs Service and a lot of the shit that I saw go on there, all in the name of security, rules, regulations, and the strict adherence to the following of these.
Lotta damage, damages and damaging there.
😦
^George Decker – All In Your mind^
I asked her “what if you’re wrong?”
She did not like that ONE BIT.
But then again, she’s been reading all of these detective novels lately, and she is constantly trying to solve mysteries. Just keep in mind that she reads the last page of a novel first so that she’ll know what happens.
(There is not a "roll eyes" smiley big enough, nor descriptive enough, to go right here.)
Yes or no…she wants to know.
Not that I blame her. Bad stuff is bad. But when I took it even further and asked her if she’d ever heard of something called “The Underground Railroad”, yeah…she REALLY fucking hated that. Never mind that I hated being included in a conversation that I didn’t want to be in.
I don’t understand why someone would want to talk to me, if they didn’t want to hear what I have to say.
^New York Express “It’s All In Your Mind”^
That’s the problem with mysteries tho.
A) What if the mystery has already been solved?
B) What if there is no mystery to be solved?
I cannot help but glance over at the stack of divorce papers that is sitting to my right.
Is “what went wrong” important?
Or is it more of a matter of “it went wrong” that matters?
Prolly both.
^Bam Boo- It’s All In Your Mind (THIS MIX)^
I’m gonna stack up four songs here if that’s OK with you.
^Echo & The Bunnymen – All In Your Mind^
^The Movement – It’s All In Your Mind – From The “Outrage! EP”^
^Swing Out Sister- All in your Mind^
And now I’m gonna interrupt that 4 song spree, and just doo 3.
Not that I am suggesting that “holding your bowels” while at work is going to cause you issues. But what if it does? One of the first things that my last GI doctor asked me was…
Doctor: Are you an intense person? As in very meticulous and detail oriented? You know…anal?
Whashername: Yep
Yeah, Whatshername was there for that visit, and she didn’t hesitate in answering for me. But as the doctor explained, the bowel can and will draw up into the body sometimes. Seeing that I had already explained to her that I had previously had my esophageal sphincter medically stretched twice previously, I think the doctor was under the impression that there were some motility issues within my gut amongst the smooth muscle tissue(s), especially when you factor in my navel hernia repair and my back/spine/neck issues.
Sitting in a chair, only to stretch out for a short period, only to return to the same chair for another length of time…yeah…I think there are some issues there. And don’t give me this “THIS IS THE WAY MY FATHER RAN THIS COMPANY, AND HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM, AND HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM!!!” crap.
Q: Where are they now?
A: Dead? Dying?
I guess maybe their processes and procedures didn’t work so well for them afterall, eh?
^THE SOUL SEARCHERS It’s All In Your Mind^
It’s not that I don’t ponder where things went wrong. I do. But I also don’t limit nor attribute “what went wrong” to just one thing. I don’t think that I am alone in this thinking, I’m just alone in my particular situation. I guess that’s why I try to do as much as I can myself. It makes working on and within a team MUCH easier. Know your part and parts, and you’ll find your strengths and weaknesses. They prolly knew you before you knew them anyway, so yeah…give credit where credit is due. Even if that “who is due” is you. That’s a toughie outside of your own head. But, it is your head. It may even be attached to the rest of you. Maybe not. I don’t wanna judge if you have a detachable head.
^Vanilla Fudge “All In Your Mind”^
Not to try and break “the music vibe” here…but…the following video came up, and since it’s kinda new-ish, and appears to be made by young people afraid of disease and diseases, it interested me. Not that I have been diagnosed with a mental illness or anything, and not that I am “OK” with that diagnosis or anything, but I am interested in others’ opinions on similar and same “conditions”…how people view these conditions…and what the real point in diagnosing anyone with anything really does for…erm…whoever it does something for.
Yeah…the vid has kinda gotten me to thinking about a cousin that I recently “lost”…and her battle with Leukemia/struggles that she endured. But thinking about a movie that I re-watched last night really gets me to thinking about what in the FUCK we think we are doing sometimes. But…watch the vid below, and I’ll chit chat about the movie in the next paragraph.
^All In Your Mind – A Short Film About Schizophrenia (AAHSFF 2016 Official Selection)^
The movie I re-watched last night is called “Watchmen.” I’ve seen it many times, but it’s one of those movies that never gets old for me. Granted, it’s a fairly recent movie, but I think it one of the best “Superhero” movies out there. Anyway, the bottom line in the film, as I see it anyway, is people and the things that we do. The things that we grab onto, or the things that grab onto us, that ultimately encourages us and drives us to do what we do.
“The Right Way” or “The Correct Way” is always the same way in each and every case. Now it just boils down to the methodology of how we employ this thought and these thoughts. Goals? Not always. Prolly less than we think. Where most see goals, I personally see milestones at best. Reach a finish-line…here, only to seek another starting line…there. I can think of no other reason for achieving nor achievement, than continuance…continuing. And maybe that’s where we sometimes get it wrong and/or right. We are only one person afterall. And the individual must be important…otherwise, we wouldn’t exist nor would the concepts of the individual and individuality exist.
Yep…YOU!
U...are important.
❤
^The Standells: It’s all in your mind^
Jesus…in that previous paragraph’s ending, I bet I sounded like someone standing in front of a mirror giving themselves a pep talk eh? But that was/is not my intent.
I hate talking to myself like that, primarily because I don’t need such pep talks. I certainly did when I was younger and completely convinced that my life was already over before it had even begun. But I dropped all that shit (for the most part anyway) between the ages of 18-21. I stopped looking into the mirror, stopped allowing photographs to be taken of me/avoided cameras, and even when I did need look into a mirror…I avoided looking into my own eyes. I still avoid looking into my own eyes. I don’t need to look in there. I know what’s in there….and no one can tell me otherwise. Yeah…someone might be able to point out something that I’ve forgotten about…but don’t tell me what I can and/or will do with that experience…nor what I will or will not, or may or may not, do with that experience. And I guess that’s really pretty much the only choice we have in life…choices.
What we do…with what we have.
Our only choice…is choices.
Go make some.
Or not.
Whatever.
^All in Your Mind – FINAL STATE (C’est la vie album)^
As I’ve been writing this particular whatever, it seems that Roob has banging out a whatever of her own. My initial impulse is to say that her article is “scathing”…and it is. But the manner in which she tempers her thoughts and her thinking is impressive. Especially as this relates to how she expresses this process in text.
Anyway…there was a video where I had to suspend disbelief for a bit, because I was thinking that “this has to be some kind of joke or spoof or something”…with respect to labeling that some group or groups wants to put on “junk food”.
Um…not everyone has loads of money to eat what you eat sir and/or madam. And as someone who was a vegetarian for a coupla years? Yeah…vegetarianism is motherfucking EXPENSIVE!!! Takes a great deal of time to prepare as well. Not that I mind, since I cook and LOVE to cook…but since when do you care about that? Are you gonna tell me what kind of cookware to use? Are you gonna tell me not to use cookware at all? Are you gonna dictate when/what time I eat at home like you do for me at work? Are you gonna come monitor me and make sure that all standards are adhered to, and punish me when I don’t?
Q: Who is monitoring you?
A: That right...you.
Stop trying to create work for others via your own waistline shortcomings, and we can work on ignoring each other just fine thank you very much.
^J-City – All In Your Mind ft. Lil Cri^
But seriously, I’ve seen the clever quips on Twitter about “the trading card aspect” of the cigarette packaging. But keep one thing in mind as this back and forth progresses. Those are real people in those pictures. Real people with real lives, irrespective of how you judge and jury those people and how they have chosen to live their lives. Especially when you’ve narrowed it down to one or two things. If you’ve gotten that narrow in your focus? Yep…you are prolly MILES from wherever your goals lay. You don’t protect someone by smashing the fuck out of them, nor anyone else for that matter. If you wanna lead by example? Then lead by example, fuckface.
EX: You are a non-smoker and anti-smoking advocate. You decide to start power lifting. You find that you are so good at it, that you decide to start competing. You start to compete, and do fairly well, but you find that you do not have an edge that the other lifters seem to have. You find that you are winded easily, even tho your medical stats show that you should be able to do this/these anaerobic activities with ease. Another power lifter suggests that you start smoking.
Power lifters who smoke to better their performance?!?!?!?!
Yep.
Bye bye power lifting career.
Or…you can start smoking.
!!!Heh... heh ...heH!!!
^Mendo & Yvan Genkins – Its All In Your Mind^
I was just informed via Merovee, that I may have something to offer a discussion regarding the technical aspects of “AI” in regards to some comments made by Vladimir Putin regarding hacking tools and/or computer viruses. I’m in the big middle of this here whatever, and didn’t want to change gears and write some big wall of text over at Frank’s, so I said that I’d think about it and put some thoughts here. Not that what I said over at Merovee didn’t succinctly sum up my feelings on the matter, because it did.
But that’s just it. You put up these imaginary walls that are anything but imaginary, and expect them to somehow become something that they are not. They are what they are…but the intent and intentions behind these walls and their construction? I mean…you cannot expect to perpetuate an idea like that forever, as you have NO FUCKING CLUE who is going to follow in your stead when you have moved on. They aren’t you, and you cannot make them you. The more you try to make them like you, the more distant and non-alike the both of you become. Was Leonid Brezhnev identical to Nikita Khrushchev? Was Nikita Khrushchev identical to Joseph Stalin? Is Vladimir Putin identical to Boris Yeltsin? Nope. They just belonged to some of the same groups.
Similar <> Same
^Jack Teagarden – It’s All In Your Mind^
If you wanna transverse the atomic and subatomic barriers that I believe exist in a realm and realms of information that so exceeds what we believe is possible or even probable…I’ll do it. But my thoughts on information is rather radical compared to the standard model of computing as we know it today with your basic 8086 architecture, or even before and beyond that.
One of the biggies in my life, lies in the musical transition from analog to digital in the realm of amplifiers going from tube to solid state. Especially today with amplifier and effects modeling. The argument being, that one is better than the other. And they are right. But the question remains, which one is right and for who.
Sorry, but I ain’t got $3,000 to $4,000 to spend on a vacuum-tube amp, nor the $800-$1,000 or more to change the tubes if I don’t like the sound. I may, however, have the money to spend $500 on a solid-state amplifier that sounds just as good for what I need it to do. I ain’t gonna be opening for Deadmau5 any time soon, and I sure as shit ain’t gonna be headlining this year’s Lollapalooza. So…why in the FUCK do I need some amplifier “just because it’s the best of the best according to the best guitarists in the world!!!”
I mean…if you can afford it…knock yourself out. I’m a big believer in quality, and I prolly use many of the same brands that you do, and there is a reason and reasons for that.
But I digress.
^The Mangrooves – All In Your Mind^
I simply think, that what we are seeing within the computing world as it stands, is that we’ve hopped from analog to digital, and are now returning to analog to see what we’ve missed.
Welp…what does your machinery tell you? I mean, that’s where the problem(s), if any, truly lay. In my estimation, there is no separation between particle and wave. Meaning: There is no separation between analog and digital, except when and where separated. That was your intent…right? You wanted either analog or digital, you figured out how to do it…what’s the problem? OH! Something is missing?
Again…wasn’t that the point? A filter and filtering that resulted in a filter? Sooner or later you’re gonna realize that the practical applications within the scope of The Universe? Yeah…they aren’t that fucking practical…and yet…they are practically every-fucking-where. All kinds of practical applications for practically anything and everything.
Q: Who have you omitted?
A: Is the answer...you?
^Fat Jon – All In Your Mind^
Yeah…there’s all kinds of “digital” stuff going on in the head and body. But I don’t think those pathways are active in the ways and means in which some might wish to traverse them. Not that I am correct, but think about that like this…if you wish to “get inside someone’s head” in order to know what they are thinking…
Q: Did you ask?
A: Yes.
Q: Didn’t like the answer, eh?
A: No.
Welp…while you are chewing on that…chew on this…
Q: How much of your life and your life’s resources are you willing to spend trying to get into someone else’s head, irrespective of the reason(s) and/or your reasoning?
A: ???
Yeah. You might wanna think that one through. Especially when you realize that even a one way street is both ways under the right circumstances. I mean…you want to be in someone else’s head/someone else’s private space right? Are you taking steps to make sure that no one gets into your head/your private space?
See how complicated this just got? So I got one last question for ya while you are chewing on all of that…
Q: Are you concerned about “mental health issues?”
A: ???
Yep…you might wanna chew on that one for a while. Someone starts hearing voices that are emanating from God knows who or where? Kinda…scary.
^Chimney Choir – all in your mind^
Q: How many “mental health issues” does a dead body have?
A: Is the answer...one?
Q: How many “health problems” does a dead body have?
A: Is the answer...none?
Q: How many problems do the live bodies surrounding a dead body have?
A: Is this question even answerable?
Private Joker: “The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.”
Movie = Full Metal Jacket
^Blind Iris – All in Your Mind (Lyrics/HQ sound)^
Yep…this turned into a long one. It’s now 18:43, and I’ve been writing it on and off all day. In between rounds of Plants vs. Zombies on the X-Box anyway…heh heh.
But I haven’t jerked off yet today. And although that activity may seem vulgar, and my talking about it may seem crass, it IS a function of the body is it not? Isn’t there a scientific principle that espouses “use it or lose it?” And isn’t that scientific principle nested within the concepts of evolution, adaptability, mutation and change and changes and a bunch of other shit?
I mean yeah…I’m certainly not going to be getting laid any time soon, assuming that I ever get laid again in the entirety of the remainder of my life. But she doesn’t know that I think like that. Whoever she is, if she’s out there, she is gonna expect me to fuck like a champion on the very first try. I may not get another chance if I don’t. But then again, maybe she’d be understanding to my plight and personal situation. Not like the first time having sex with someone is, or can be, awkward or anything.
I have no idea what I'm trying to say here.
^Dennis Yost & Classic IV – All in your mind^
So yeah…basically? Artificial Intelligence…there is nothing artificial about it.
That is, unless you, as the designer, are one of those fake people who do stuff just so people will like you. In which case, yeah…there might be some artificial colors, flavors and sweeteners in there.
That said…if “an artificial intelligence” was loosed somehow on The Internet…
Q: How do you know that it wasn’t there all along?
A: ?¿?
Yep…I’m suggesting that maybe you expand your thinking beyond simply…
“WE CREATED IT!!! AND IT’S LOOSE!!!”
All kinds of paths and pathways, and this Universe has been around and “at it” for a while…so…yeah. All kinds of possible possibilities that are probable if not likely.
/me shrugs
You asked.
/me shrugs again
^The Soul Angels It’s All in Your Mind 1969 Disc 1 Track 19^
One of these days…I’m gonna have to do a themed based whatever. Or find some trend or theme or something so I can better focus and organize my crazy lunatic mind.
Imma make a note real quick here to do that sometime in the future.
If you hadn’t heard already, there has been an ‘unprecedented‘ global cyber attack reported, Dear Reader…
Hear in the UK, our beloved NHS has been horribly stricken. Apparently, a patch had been released in March…
*Surely it’s just coincidence, Clicky, Leggy publishing Longrider’s novel then… He LOVES the NHS… /squints… It was due to appear in February but was unavoidably delayed…*
Happily not everyone has been infected – a new missive from Cade turned up okay, which Clicky and I are happy to produce for you below. Enjoy! ❤
*******
Hmmmmm......interesting.
^Rapport follow up, group brain and attention^
So…the above video came up in my suggested videos on YouTube today. I watched it, then re-watched it The second time through however, I only listened to the audio, did not watch the video, and I took notes as to words that caught my attention as she spoke.
Rapport
Most
Engaged
Synchrony
Pronounced
Empathy
Group
Individual
Enhanced
Charm
Charming
Discern
True
Authentic
Phony
Clearly
Neural Entrainment
Attention
In-Synch
Common
Stimulus
Shared Attention
Dynamic
Group Learning
Uniform
Entrainment
Neural Marked
Issue
Engaged
Reality
Online
Offline
Attention Sucking
Observe
Toxic People
Sucking Draining
Force
Force Attention
Lawyer
Police
Energy Body
Distractible
Thought
Food
Nourishment
Feeding
Junk Food
Better Food
Diet
Better Material
Better
Pay
But
That’s quite a list eh? I must be paranoid or something.
BTW, that last word there on the list? I added that one myself. I kept hearing the weaving “but” in most of the thoughts that QoD was expressing, but it was mostly vague. Almost a “non-committal because I am already committed, and am simply looking for means to buttress my own thoughts and conclusions.” Not that there is anything wrong with that, because we all do that. When things “make sense” and “don’t make sense”…we seek. When things “make sense AND don’t make sense” at the same time…we freak. Usually, “the fuck out” is in that second one somewhere along the way.
😉
OH! And if you want definitions…look them up your own damn self.
❤
^Bob Dylan-All Along The Watch Tower Gayageum ver. by Luna^
Now I don’t know that a list like that is any way to start off a Saturday…but…I have nothing better to do…so…I guess in my particular case…yeah. This is a GREAT way to start off this particular Saturday. Maybe not a great way to start off “a” Saturday, but a great way to start off “this” Saturday. Yep…when we get hung up on words, and the specificity, or a specificity of their definitions, I think that thought and language lose some of their flow.
^[1080p] Hero (2004) Jet Li vs. Donnie Yen – Chess Courtyard fight^
Yeah…there are all kinds of ways to “control” your own mind. Sometimes, others can even help in this regard. However, I think it important to point out, that if you want inside someone, Nature appears to have already provided some ports and portals.
EX1: Holding hands with someone on a walk.
EX2: Not holding hands with someone on a walk.
^Kung-Fusão – Melhor Cena^
The above clip is from a movie called Kung Fu Hustle. This particular clip has been dubbed into what another language from the original Chinese. At first glance, I thought it was Spanish. But then I looked again and was like…”That ain’t Spanish. Looks like Portuguese.” Checked on Google, and sure enough…Portuguese. Not that I speak Portuguese, but I grew up with a kid from Venezuela who spoke Spanish, English, and Portuguese. It doesn’t take much to develop an eye for certain languages, nor does it take much to develop an ear for certain languages. All that is missing, with respect to foreign languages and learning them…is application.
EX: The Food Ranger on YouTube. In every video that I watch from this guy, he is CONSTANTLY being complimented by the locals as to how good his Chinese is. He must actually get to use it. Now whodathunk that getting to use what one has learned in some practical way, will encourage us to perfect what we have learned…but also to keep learning/learn more?
Fiend…now THERE’S a word you don’t hear every day. I guess the term “hater” works equally well. But that’s kinda my thinking with respect to definition, definitions and defining things…as it relates to thought and thoughts. Intent. When intentions, non-intentions and unintentional are left out of intent? Pack it up…you are prolly in the wrong camp or “in” the wrong “tent.”
^Queen – Live Aid 1985 – Full Concert (7/13/85)^
Anything going on in the world?
What about your world? Anything going on there?
Same shit?
Now that’s just a bad attitude. SURELY there is SOMETHING that is going on in your life that is specific to your life and your life alone. I mean…not alone…unless you are alone…but yeah…or something. Know what I mean? No? Me neither.
Wanna fuck?
^Queen & David Bowie – Under Pressure (Classic Queen Mix)^
I watched a movie called “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” yesterday. I had seen it before, but I tried to give it a better watch yesterday. I didn’t like it the first time I saw it, but I also didn’t NOT like it the first time I saw it. Too much punching, too many bullets and too many explosions.
That said, there were some interesting thoughts in the film, and they address some interesting topics. I fucking LOVED the first Captain America film, and thought it was very well done. Not that I am a chest-thumping patriot. But yeah, I am kinda patriotic in my own weird way. Being a patriot usually means you have to go out and fight, maim or kill. I’m not big on any of those things, because attaining freedom by taking it from someone else just kinda…gnaws at me. It has a ring of a temporary nature that smacks too much of Karma, and I hate the concept of Karma because there is no escaping bad nor good once you’ve done one or the other. At least as I understand the concept of Karma anyway.
But yeah, in this Winter Soldier movie, what really stands out to me is the simple premise of areas of operation and modes of operation. If you operate in a realm of deception, um…yeah…deception is the name of the game. Duh? Why would you be motherfucking SHOCKED that you are being deceived, even if you are attempting to not be deceived? Either way, you are still operating in the realm and realms of deception…so “all bets are off” and “game-on”…seem to both be equally applicable at the same time for all time within that realm and realms. Attempting to not be deceived is an exercise in futility, because in order to learn how not to be deceived, you must learn how to deceive. How else would you know? I mean…if you want to not be cheated at cards, you gotta learn how people cheat.
Fuck that noise…I’ll take willful ignorance in certain realms any day of the week over the alternative.
^Mr Sam featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw – Split (Official Music Video)^
It’s not like I’m buying a car every day of the week. So…is it any wonder that “The Old Tricks Are the Best Tricks?” So now that we’ve wandered back into the realm of “intents and intentions”…erm…wanna fuck? I mean, not really, but maybe. Ya know…whatever you wanna do. I know what I wanna do, I just don’t know what you wanna do, nor how that pertains to me. Which means that I don’t know how that pertains to us. Does it pertain to us? Or you? Or me? Or we? Since when?
Yep…a little confusion will tend to clear things right up.
Guess it’s about time to talk about gain and loss eh?
OK…so learning ain’t always so boring afterall. In the Wiktionary definition for “shithole”…there was an example of usage as follows…
“That hotel we stayed at in New York was an absolute shithole; no wonder it only cost $12 per night.”
lolz
$12 a night? What did you expect? The Ritz?
^Fluke Slid^
Q: If something is known, how did it come to be known?
A: Is the answer..."Via the Unknown?"
Doesn’t that mean that the unknown will always be the known unknown? Or does that mean that the unknown will always be the unknown? I mean, the known via the unknown still seems to retain the quality and qualities of “known” and “unknown” right? So that leave but context and contextual to define which is which and when.
Really folks….a lot of the psychological and philosophical meandering is only going to get us so far. Not that these kinds of thoughts and thinking should be eliminated, but since when is elimination on the table, so to speak? Even elimination is contextual. And you can only go so far before you begin to realize that everything that you have done, was, and is, for self and self alone.
And now…we can add all the good shit back and leave the motherfucking ego alone. I mean…not like…”totally alone”…but yeah…alone.
^The Chemical Brothers – Denmark^
Let’s see what is going on in “The Synchrosphere”, eh?
The chucklehead(s) at iAhuasca have mentioned something about “The Shining” being played forwards and backwards at the same time somewhere in Chicago later this month.
The chucklehead(s) at Twilight Language have declared some kind of Yankee and Cowboy war…whatever in the fuck that is.
The chuckelhead(s) over at Merovee are talking about God only knows what.
The chucklehead(s) over at SyncBookRadio are doing whatever it is that they do.
The chucklehead(s) over at Tek-Gnostics are talking archaeology.
The chucklehead over at The Secret Sun is talking about Paganism or something.
And this chucklehead right here is talking about whatever in the fuck it is that I am talking about.
What a pack of fucking weirdos.
^Chemical Brothers – Under the Influence^
It appears that some things are going wrong in the world.
LET’S WATCH IT AS IT HAPPENS!!!
^FAILS Compilation || March 2017 || MonthlyFails^
And here’s that The Food Ranger dude that speaks such good Chinese. I dunno how this skinny fuck doesn’t weigh two tons with all of the food that he eats. Prolly those Canadian genes.
^BEST Street Food in China | PLUMP and DEEP Tandoori Bao’s on the Silk Road!^
I guess I may as well and see what The Slow Mo Guys are up to.
^Diving into 1000 Mousetraps in 4K Slow Motion – The Slow Mo Guys^
Fuck it. Here’s some more cool slo mo shit.
^Best Slow Motion Videos 2017^
And, I guess since I am surfing YouTube because I am bored…I may as well see what Thor is up to and/or has on his mind.
^A Giant Wave of Gas explodes from a Galaxy center?^
Thor mentioned filters. Is that like straining? Like as in, with a strainer? I get it. I understand it. When playing or recording music, there is all kinds of shit that needs to be filtered. Kinda like that noisy-assed broadcast that CFrankDavis was on the other day. Some filters or filtering could have probably helped with some of the noise.
BUT!
Therein lies the problem. If something exists, there is a reason for it. The primary reason being “YOU ARE MAKING NOISE YOU STUPID FUCKS!!!” So, the question becomes…
Q: Which noise do you want to hear, and which noise do you not want to hear?
A: FILTERS!!!
Filter out what you do not want to hear. Leave in what you do. However, when we cruise around reading and listening to others’ bullshit. Ya gotta rely on yourself in these cases. Gotta become, and be, your own filter and filtering mechanism. I do this all the time. If I start reading something, and it makes no sense, or seems that someone is being intentionally vague? Yep…I bail. Sometimes I will stick around and try and figure out what someone is being vague about, which may reveal as to why…but again, you are your own best judge. You prolly have the bestest best interests for yourself that are more betterer than any other person or group on Earth/Terra has when it comes to you.
But...that's for you to decide 😉
^RENEGADE SOUNDWAVE – CAN’T GET USED TO LOSING YOU (1989)^
My knees are on fire. They look like someone took a metal file to them in an attempt to grind them down, but they feel like they are on fire. A lot of pulling and stretching. A lot of bleeding and oozing. I would imagine that the shower the other night did some major damage in that regard. Not that I am allergic to water…but I AM allergic to some of the shit in water. Chlorine and me don’t work well together. It turns my skin into something that I would imagine is akin to Lot’s Wife.
Which, speaking of…the amount of salt in my skin has been something I have been wondering about quite a bit. Afterall, when I used to mow the yard or perform some other strenuous activity that made me sweat profusely? Yep…my shirt after it dried? Yeah…it looked tie-dyed. Just the color white, but it blended nicely with whatever color shirt I was wearing. I wonder if there is a pattern there. And by that I mean, a pattern within when and where we sweat/where we sweat from? Especially if you are an older someone that has been wearing antiperspirant for years. I watched a video recently that said that “The odor that is produced by underarm sweat, is actually bacteria poop from bacteria that live under your arms.”
Q: What if you wear antiperspirant or deodorant? What does that bacteria poop smell like now? Or are they all dead because they can’t smell there own poop anymore, so they swim around in it because they don’t know good from bad anymore.
A: ???
I mean…our shit stinks right? Well…some of us anyway. Can’t we say that this is nature’s way of telling us to “leave this shit alone?” Or maybe nature’s way of telling us to take care with our proximity to this mass of last-night’s dinner or whatever?
^Depeche Mode – I Feel You (Renegade Soundwave Afghan Surgery Mix)^
I’m not trying to imply that certain chemical products are causing and/or facilitating the cause of certain diseases and cancers and whatnot. But there is a process and processing with respect to heat exchange and the chemical and physical reactions that generate them. But I can’t help but think about the movie “Aliens” here with respect to observation and intent. When the Colonial Marines first go into the Atmosphere Processor after locating all of the colonist’s surgically implanted Personal Data Transmitters, and Sigorney Weaver’s character Ripley makes the following observation right in the big middle of the storm…
Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire? Lieutenant Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why? Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They’re right under the primary heat exchangers. Lieutenant Gorman: So? Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won’t they rupture the cooling system? Burke:[interjecting] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she’s absolutely right. Lieutenant Gorman: So? So what? Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you’re talkin’ about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos. Lieutenant Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!
Yep…I think that sometimes, in some cases…it might just be that goddamn easy.
Now…for the hard part.
Not that we are trying to eradicate aliens or anything.
^DEPECHE MODE———-LIE TO ME dark version^
My “finding a job” or “finding gainful employment” isn’t as easy as me simply getting up off my fat lazy ass and going to look for a job. There are considerations. And I don’t expect someone else/an employer to have to make special exceptions for me. Once you start that, all of sudden EVERYONE is an exception or wants exceptions, and no work is gonna get done if we travel that path. I mean, if you don’t want the job, there’s always someone willing to do it…right? Isn’t this how The Union Busters and/or Union Busting works when it works. Heh heh…”Union Busting Works”…that’s funny. I bet that is a bumper-sticker or T-shirt somewhere.
Meh…ownership is a tricky topic anyway.
It’s not my fault that you or your family got there first.
/me shrugs
^Depeche Mode – Nothing [Justin Strauss Mix]^
It’s taken me a long time to grow the balls to start talking about some of my physical problems publicly like this. I mean…no one in my family wants to hear about it…so…why would anyone else wanna hear about it?
A: The Need Unmet.
I realize that anyone who reads my bullshit, prolly hasn’t read it all. Therefore, I don’t expect you to know every fucking detail about me and my life. And to the contrary, there is much about my life that I would prefer not to talk about at all. However, if that’s what I have to do in order to get my story out and/or get what I have found out to someone who might need it? So be it. I’ve dodged a lot of bullets in my life, and some not so much. Lotta pain and pains involved.
But things like this not only teaches one to be thankful, it also teaches one to be mindful. Mindful of change and changes, and how these change and changes relate to time and times and I breeze through time. A lot of connections to be made here and there. And when coincidence that you know never was coincidence to begin with…turns into shouted screams from The Universe and or wherever in the fuck it originates? Yeah…you’ve gotten my attention. You’ve had it for some time now.
There follows a longish missive from my good friend Cade, in which he follows up on his previous mid-week insect-infested meandering, relates a humorous telephone conversation with his ex-missus in ‘The Key Hunt’ and mourns the loss of seasonal fruit…
*No, Clicky, that’s not all there is…*
*Music, yes… A fuckton…*
*Of course… a shitload of pictures…*
*Er, two Wiki Wavy Walls, Clicky… Enough to keep you out of mischief for a while…*
I’m gonna ignore the parts about “The Super-Intelligent Snail”
Don’t want people thinking that I am too crazy.
X: You are crazy. Cade: Am not. X: Are too. Cade: Am not. X: Are two. Cade: Am not. X: R2 Cade: Am not. X: R2-D2 Cade: Am not. And BTW, we better stop there…George Lucas is gonna sue your ass. X: “My ass?!?!?” You mean “our ass?” Cade: Nope. You and just you. George Lucas is gonna sue you. X: Is not. Cade: Is too. X: Nuh-uh. Cade: Is so. X: … Cade: … 0: … Cade: O HAI! Long time no see. 0: …
^Nowhere Fast – Streets of Fire.wmv^
I guess since I’ve been thinking about “templates” and how they relate to creation and creating with respect to holograms…throw in some Dung Beetles and some other various flora and fauna, and we have all the ammunition we need!!!
So…according to the website above…Tungsten, is typically used for “fragments” in ammunition products. There was also a mention of “maximum damage.”
The above article, states that Tungsten is used in all kinds of shit, including “a variety of weapons”…and goes on to mention that some was even sent out on Voyager 1. Thinking about that thought, and thinking about Stephen Hawking’s postulation that if we are ever contacted by “alien life” that we should not respond…
Q: How would “alien life” respond to “an interstellar greeting that contains a metal that is used in weaponry here on Earth?”
A: Yeah...has a "Pandora's Box" and/or "Trojan Horse" kinda ring to it.
I mean, these aliens have been around for a lot longer than us, and are MUCH more intelligent than us, and are MUCH more advanced than us…so…who is to say that they haven’t been using Tungsten in their own weapons for eons? Just wondering how they might think of such a thing. Maybe I should go read-up on The Voyager Missions and see what the thinking was/is with respect to what was put on that thing and why.
Or…I could just assume that “advanced aliens visiting Earth/Terra” have the ability to travel through time in less-conventional fashion, and have been reviewing the process and processes that went into The Voyager Missions in order to better understand what in the fuck we were thinking by loading up a “Sanford and Son” garage sale type of space vehicle, and slinging that shit out into space.
A) live in a giant mansion,
B) have a cool car,
C) hot wife,
D) perfect kids,
E) have loads of cash,
does that mean that, if I do not…
A) live in a giant mansion
…that we can pretty much assume that everything else within that model and modeling will crumble when applied to anyone and everyone except yourself?
No wonder everyone is motherfucking psychotic and paranoid.
Or at least…thinks that they might be.
Or…that if they aren’t crazy…
everyone else…is.
^The Pixies – Levitate Me^
So in yesterday’s whatever, I forgot to mention a thought as to why I think that I am seeing many insects that I have no seen in years. I’ll go ahead and get the obvious “prolly because you haven’t been looking for them” out of the way. But I’ll augment that with another thought, seeing as how I am a big believer in the concept of “It’s Never One Thing.”
Currently, I am staying in a house that was built in the 1950’s. Yep…it was built not long after World War II. This particular house is at the far northern reaches of the suburban city in which I live. It is considered “ghetto” or “the hood” by most standards, as there are a great many “poor people” that live in the homes that surround me. But judging by the difficulties that most homeowners have with “lawn care” and pest control” and the like, yeah…a push in one direction seems to dictate a push in the opposite direction.
All it takes...is time.
Afterall, most of the public projects to spray the living shit out of areas for pestilence have long since ceased, save for the occasional push to spray for mosquitoes that may have West Nile Virus, and now Zika. Not like Malaria was ever a problem here in this hot-assed marshland where a bunch of rivers and creeks used to run. But I digress.
^Pixies – Surfer Rosa. 1 – Bone Machine^
I guess that if I took more time to sit down and write some of this shit that I am thinking about, instead of just sitting around and thinking about it, yeah…I might get more done. Or at least…”more done” that is a shade more tangible to anyone stupid enough to be reading this shit. Lotta flippin’ and floppin’ and wafflin’ and ziggin’ and zaggin’ and…wait…ziggin’ and zaggin’…I guess I need to buy some pot.
Got any?
^Sonic Youth – Tunic (Song For Karen)^
Clark Kellogg: “There’s a kind of freedom in being completely screwed… because you know things can’t get any worse.”
So…thinking about “the long term effects” of tinkering with all of this time related stuff that has applications outside of time itself…
Q: What is to say that sometime in the future, a full-term pregnancy is so “out-of synch” with the goings on outside of the womb, and how those relate to the goings on inside the womb, that a fetus begins an aging process as it traverses the birth-canal that is so traumatic, that the baby begins to age at a rate that equals a life lived, and an old man or old woman is born, and dies, shortly after delivery?
A: ...
Sound impossible? If you think of spin and spins and spinning “as everything”…or at least, think of it as “everything as it relates to time and motion with respect to matter”…it’s really not that hard to imagine such a process taking place.
^ELDERS REACT TO RAMMSTEIN (German Metal Band)^
Not suggesting that “stillbirth” as we know it today, is a reflection of a process and/or processes that is/are currently happening. However, the future is not ours to have. Not in the way and ways that some seem to perceive the future anyway.
And not that I am right/correct in any of my analysis and/or conclusions. I’m prolly wrong in most of them. However, I tend to temper that fact/those facts with…
“HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT?!?!?!? I JUST FUCKING GOT HERE!!!”
I gots no answers. And more than that, yeah…I prolly most certainly do not have the answers that you and/or your peers require.
That said, I’m kinda thinking that the process of birth is not the traumatic event that it is made out to be, at least with respect to the baby. I’ve seen it up close and personal, and yeah…it’s weird. But it’s not like this sort of thing happens every fucking day either.
For example…as of today…I am 18,075 days old. From November 15th of 1967 to May 11th of 2017 is 18,075 days.
(according to The Internet) 😛
Out of those 18,075 days, I have witnessed the process of a child being born, a grand total of 3 times.
Not very much when worded like that.
A whole fucking lot when worded like that.
Yep...both, and not one or the other.
^Depeche Mode — New Dress^
If “garbage” is your problem, or at least, “a” problem…
Q: Where is all of this “garbage” coming from?
A: ?¿?
Q: Where is all of this “garbage” supposed to go?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah…I don’t have any answers either. But I have some ideas. These tend to be “birth to death” types of ideas. No idea where I got that idea.
^777 Gear Swing 2012^
It’s 11:02 currently on this fine Thursday May 11th of 2017, I’ve been writing this particular whatever for a coupla hours now…and the silence of my loud-assed thinking, was just interrupted by a phone call from whatshername…
Whatshername: I need you to do me a favor. Cade: Take the garbage out? Whatshername: No…your son has locked himself out of his car with the engine running. Cade: OK. Whatshername: I have a spare key, and my mother is going to take it to him. Will you go look in that cubby in the kitchen where all the glasses are? (Cade proceeds into the kitchen, “cellphone of despair” in hand, open cubby door, grab keys that are sitting there, and jingle keys into cellphone receiver). Whatshername: OK…that’s not them. There is a bunny rabbit mug…no wait…it’s um…shit…I can’t remember…it’s a mug that “so-and-so” got me…but I can’t remember what it is…it’s um… Cade:(the mug in question is sitting right in fucking front of me, it is the only fucking mug in the cubby, as the rest of the glassware in there is champagne and wine glasses/crystal stemware and maragarita glasses…but I listen to her patiently as she rambles under duress) Machu Picchu? Whatshername:THAT’S THE ONE!!! Now…there is a very long key in there, that has some piece of paper attached to it. Cade: My…that is a long key. I wish my penis was that long. Whatshername: (laughs) OK…will you take that outside, and my mother will be by in a few minutes to pick it up.
Her mother lives directly across the street, so I cannot help but roll my eyes at the infinite amount of time that I must now sit and wait until my ex-mother-in-law has to drive approximately 75-100 feet to cross the street. I open the front door, she is already sitting in her car in the driveway with her door ajar…I hold the key up and jungle it, and I say…
Cade: If you think I’m walking this all the way over there, you’re crazy.
I didn’t notice that my ex-mother-in-law was on the phone, but she smiled anyway. She has a great sense of humor, and seems to enjoy “my dry wit” and bitter sarcasm.
Anyway…I hear my youngest’s voice in the hallway outside, so I guess they are back.
It seems that my oldest had driven my youngest to Guitar Center to look at guitars, and somehow locked themselves out of the car with the engine running.
/me shrugs
Imma go get the different perspectives of the tales that are no doubt being recounted outside of my door right now.
^Deadmau5 – Sometimes Limits Get Broken^
Welp…that wasn’t such a great idea. The conversations had already wandered to accusation, resolution, restitution, preventative, penance, and guilt. I wandered in and out of the conversations that were taking place at different times in different locations based on participants as they wandered about the house, but the best that I could muster was…
“Son…if you lock yourself out of your car again…you aren’t going to be able to drive it anymore.”
He smiled.
^Front 242 (The History 1984 – 2005) [05]. Slaughter (daveg75 videoRemix)^
So yeah…old houses…old neighborhoods, old dirt. I dunno how long dirt is supposed to last, but seeing as how I am almost 50 years old, I simply assume that the dirt is going to last longer than me. However, I have to assume that my children are going to last even longer than I am, so maybe they will see the dirt progress in ways that I could never even imagine. I mean…isn’t that how life works? How life is supposed to work?
My father is dead. I mean…I don’t consider him dead, nor do I consider anyone who is dead as “being dead.” The reason that I look at death in this way is that I have no common frame of reference with respect to anything other than “the aftermath.” But that is not my frame of reference, nor even “a” frame of reference, because everything that is left, has to do with life…not death. What my father did in life. What my father did in life with respect to our interactions and experiences.
I was there when my father died. I was not in the same room, but I was in the adjoining room as he had “gotten pretty bad.” My brother-in-law (youngest sister’s at the time husband) was the one who wandered into the other room and discovered that my father was no longer breathing. Ironic that my borther-in-law would die just a few months after that.
😦
^front 242, television station^
Cicadas in this area are on a 17 year cycle. So…why is it so difficult to think that other insects and/or “wildlife” could not be/are not on similar cycles? I mean, if you don’t like an area that you live in…you move…right? Animals aren’t stupid, and neither are you. I guess the question that remains is…
Q: What about “the infrastructure?” Does it also move?
A: ?¿?
It prolly moves if it is allowed to move/not prevented from moving. Because in those cases, yeah…its gonna move. It just ain’t gonna move in any predictable manner or manners because all is unknown. Oroville/The Oroville Dam is a good model for that thought.
But thinking about how we are tracking movement and movements with GPS and shit like that, what is our base? The beginning of monitoring? Because that says to me you only give a shit about it from that point.
Meaning: What is to prevent the entirety of Earth from moving around a single "fixed-object."
Something like The Hoover Dam. Who is to say that everything was so interrupted by the creation of that dam, that the entirety of the area began to shift its shifting to accommodate its construction. Now, all it has to do is figure out how to adjust and continue its motion and motions from there. And now all we have to do, is think about the terrain and terrains that surrounds the terrain that is “more directly affected” in order to see the gears and cogs that are affected “across the board” with respect to “building a permanent fixture atop a permanent fixture.”
lmost has a “Tower of Babel” or “Hanging Gardens of Babylon” of “Lighthouse of Alexandria” or whatever type of ring and rings to it, eh?
^Move! – Public Enemy^
I’m kinda excited to see if The Cicadas come out “en masse” this year. Lots of insects this spring. And I mean LOTS! I just hope that people don’t freak the fuck out over it, and use this is some sort of excuse for some “final solution” as if to say
“we’ve finally lured them out and lured them in…now is the time to strike.”
Pestilence isn’t really what I think most people think it is. I remember seeing HUGE swarms of grasshoppers when I was a kid. And yeah, seeing the paths that they left behind in their wake? Impressive as shit. Almost unbelievable to see paths carved out by millions of “small-ish” insects. (The grasshoppers in this and surrounding areas can be motherfucking HUGE).
But anyway…thinking of “the damage they cause” as a passing thing? Sure…you may lose a lot of crops for a single year, or even a coupla years. But…it’s not like you singled out a dinner table right out in the open. It’s not like you chose a huge plot of land to grow “this, and this ONLY” instead of something a bit more “flowy.” Grasshoppers and other insects and life of all kinds has a right to life, liberty, and the persuit of happiness as much as any other living thing…don’t they?
I dunno. “The Framers of The Constitution” prolly weren’t thinking that big at the time. Or, maybe they were. I have no idea where they might have gotten their inspiration(s) on liberty, happiness nor freedom…but I have some pretty goddamn good ideas as to their source and sources.
But that’s just me.
I'm weird like that.
^Public Enemy-Can’t Truss It^
A military aircraft, performing “a tactical descent.”
Whodathunkit?
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^C-17 tactical descent, 25000ft to 5000ft in 58 seconds^
Been thinking about June Bugs a lot, since they, like Crickets, are damn near NEVAR fucking seen around here anymore. But then again, June Bugs are simply Grub Worms that have been sitting around underground for years, digging their way through the dirt and eating the roots of finely manicured lawns and making ugly and unsightly brown patches.
Gotta KILL those bastards before the kill the entire lawn!!!
Not like they are gonna turn into June Bugs and fly away in a coupla months.
YEAH!!! AND THEN THEY ARE GONNA MATE AND MAKE EVEN MOAR GRUB WORMS!!!
So? Don’t we do the same?
WE AREN'T WORMS YOU GREASY FUCKING MAGGOT!!!
You don’t say.
^B 52’s – June Bug^
Burrowers and borers and diggers and shit like that? Yeah…I understand how irritating they could be to a farmer. Not that I have ever known any farmers.
(I have, and I do)
But anyway…yeah…if we kill them all…how do we really know what their purpose is, outside of pissing you off? If we think in terms of sampling, maintenance, observation…all wrapped in the nesting of time and times and changes? Yeah…purpose and purposes.
Q: Ever picked up a stray animal and tried to get it to eat?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
Yeah…if you pick up a stray, your first order of business is survival right? So…you feed it. Or at least, attempt to. Watch any “nature show”…and all you are gonna see is eating, shitting, fucking, and dying. So, the process of elimination…
Q: Did you pick up this stray to fuck it or watch it fuck?
A: No.
OK…so…
Q: Did you pick up this stray to save its life?
A: Yes.
OK…so…
Q: Did you pick up this stray to watch it shit?
A: No. BUT! It will prolly need to shit at some point, if I can get the fucking thing to eat anything.
OK…so…
Q: Now what?
A: ???
Yeah…I dunno either. My point being, if you as a person no longer needed to eat, would you know when that time arrived? And I’m not talking about the events leading up to and culminating in a meal that you eventually sit down and eat until you are full. I am talking about no longer needing to consume food, for whatever reason…would you know when if this event took place, which required you to no longer require a requirement, outside of the act of consumption/consuming sustenance.
Q: How would you know?
A: You wouldn't? Or...you would?
Maybe “when” is sometimes a process in and of itself. Maybe this is why we are sometimes hungry, and sometimes, not so much…irrespective of available options. And I’m only thinking more “in modern terms” here, as we no longer have seasons anymore. We fly and ship food from all over the fucking world. And outside of the season and season changes themselves, we have no real reference(s) as to when it is, via what it is. And by that I mean…
Q: Are Watermelons “in-season?”
Q: Are Oranges “in-season?”
Q: Are Cantaloupes “in-season?”
Q: Are Apples “in-season?”
Oh really? Apples are in-season?
Q: What kind?
^Depeche Mode – Clean^
Yeah…we used to get all kinds of fruits and vegetables at different times of the year here in Texas. We’d look forward to Grapefruit at certain times of the year. Look forward to Green Grapes at one point in the year, and Red Grapes at another point in the year. Avocados here and there, when and if “the crops came in.”
But now…you can walk into a store, and it’s the same shit, day after day, year round. The displays never change. The roadside stands selling fresh fruits and vegetables, and the day-trips to drive out to get them? Gone. Restricted. Prohibited. Licensed to extinction. The home gardens? Good luck trying to grow one without a visit from The EPA seeing what you are using to grow your stuff, or a visit from The DEA to make sure you aren’t growing anything that you shouldn’t be.
Think I’m paranoid? Welp…you may be right. But I do know that the town that I live in, PROHIBITS the erecting of outside clothes lines for drying your clothes sans electric clothes dryer…as they are “unsightly.” Lotta panties, and bras, and underwear, and shit like that…and we don’t need to be thinking about how hot that chick prolly looks in that bra and panties. It leads to all kinds of nasty lascivious lechery, and pre-marital sex, and unwanted pregnancy/pregnancies, and unwanted children, and crime, and poverty, and jail, and recidivist types of behavior that are unwanted. We must not perpetuate this kind of thinking. It must be stopped…and it must be stopped FOREVAR!!!
God help us all.
^Gemini – Turn Me On [HD]^
I am 49 years, 5 months, and 26 days old.
593.8 – Months
2,582.1 – Weeks
18,075 – Days
433,800 – Hours
26,028,000 – Minutes
1,561,680,000 – Seconds
187 days until my next birthday.
It appears that day, November 15th 2017, will be a Wednesday.
Anyhoo… Cade has kindly furnished the LoL with a spiffing, mid-week missive that I simply must share with you… So the question is…
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Sup.
I was just outside stretching my legs and checking out the weather, when I saw the goddamndest of things…a motherfucking BUMBLEBEE!!! I’ve not seen a Bumblebee in forever. I’ve been stung by a Bumblebee…twice even. But those didn’t sting as bad as this sting. Where have they been? Where have they been hiding?
As I was watching this Bumblebee fly from flower to flower in it’s odd “more straight-lines” type of flying…I noticed a what I thought was a Mud-Dauber, or as we call them here…Dirt-Daubers, but it was too large. Three other odd looking wasps were also buzzing around, but they were much smaller, and looked like those kinda fly/wasp hybrids that science has argued about as to whether they are flies or wasps. Anyway…this fucking Bumblebee was huge.
^The Trashmen – Surfin Bird – Bird is the Word 1963 (RE-MASTERED) (ALT End Video) (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
On a related note…yesterday, whatshername and my daughter were driving home from the library, and she said she had to pull the car over because a huge fucking hornet or wasp flew into the car as they were driving. She said that she pulled off the road, and both of them rapidly evacuated the car. I’m assuming that they needed to evaluate/re-evaluate priorities objectively…the first order of business being surviving long enough to stop the car, and re-negotiate the temporary transfer of ownership from this winged interloper.
Whatshername said that once they got out, she remembered that she had left the electric air-mattress pump in the car from their last camping trip, so she plugged it in and flushed the intruder out from under the seat where it was hiding with hurricane force winds. She said that it was HUGE, and sounded confused as to what it actually was due to its size…so I’m wondering if it was not a wasp nor hornet…but rather…a Cicada Killer.
I guess when insects begin to wonder where all of the wood/woods went? Humans might stop and wonder…
Q: Where did all the animals go?
A: ???
Pro Tip: Check the side of the road.
^Who Put The Bomp – Barry Mann^
I guess I could start to quote “Roadkill Statistics” here…but I’m not going to. And not to make some vague connection between Lyme Disease and Deer, but you prolly pretty much know whether or not you live in a state that has deer. If you do live in a state that has deer, you can pretty much bet that there are prolly around 100,000 reported cases of deer roadkill in your state each and every year. If only half of the states in the USA has deer, that’s 2,500,000 reported cases each year.
These are very rough estimates of my own, based on past research where the numbers for states like Texas, Virginia, West Virginia and New York were between 70,000 to 100,000 per year. When I lived in West Virginia, there was a saying that most residents said to newcomers…
“Have you hit a deer with your car yet? No? You will.”
^Emiliana Torrini – White Rabbit (Jefferson Airplane cover)^
I took a shower last night for the first time in over two months. Yep…there is a reason/reasoning and purpose in my not showering/bathing, and it’s not simply a matter of…
“seeing how bad I can smell.”
Yeah, I used to wear deodorant/antiperspirant, and shave with shaving cream and use aftershave, and use anti-dandruff shampoo, and all kinds of different soaps and stuff…but I stopped. My skin had gotten to the point to where it was not only extremely painful to live in because it was so goddamn dry…but it was like my skin was literally squeezing me to death.
The shower last night was extremely painful. A lot of burning, and wads and clumps of “dead-skin” and dirt and God knows what else coming off. Laying down in bed afterwards was a fucking nightmare minus the fucking part(s). Lotta pulling and tugging and cracking and bleeding. Lotta pain. I’m trying NOT to think of some of my childhood experience(s) with burning…because I am sick and fucking tired of both trying to remember some of the details, as well as trying to forget some of the other details…all so that I can think about neither.
That may not make much sense to some if not most who read this…but the only reason that I am trying to remember some of this shit is because of the potential benefits for someone else. Someone else who might have the unfortunate circumstance of an event or events, that result in some major pain and pains that are unknown to many, and how these people can possibly fathom living “a normal/normal-ish life” while in so much pain. Not that my efforts make me some superhero or anything…but I’ve done it. Lots of screaming and yelling and begging and pleading and confusion and all sorts of nutty craziness. Hopefully, I can help someone…or at least, help inspire someone to help themselves.
^Feist – Sea Lion Woman^
I’m not suggesting that everyone needs to suddenly decide to visit their local burn unit. But yeah…if you feel compelled to do so? Yeah…maybe you should do just that.
^Sea Lion Sea Line Women of the Pacific Rim | ELDER MOUNTAIN^
So…if someone were to get some reallyREALLY nasty burns on themselves, and were to get a really REALLY nasty case of Shingles on top of those burns/scars/scarring…
Q: What would “Nature’s Purpose” be for compounding such a tragedy with another tragedy and/or more tragic events?
A: …
I’m gonna go ahead and take a guess here, that maybe, just maybe…nature isn’t sure how to deal with a traumatic event, as it relates to an individual. Meaning: Nature prolly knows burns and burning VERY fucking well. What nature DIDN’T know…was that you as an individual would at some point be burned very badly, nor when, but nature DID and DOES know you, and what you have been through up to the point when you got burned.
Burns + Shingles = Fighting Fire With Fire?
There’s more to consider than just “physical pain” or even “emotional pain/emotional trauma” here. And maybe this is how we can join these two together, in order to see that they are already joined, always have been joined, and our part and parts as humans is what has divided them for the purpose and purposes of serving one or the other, and not necessarily both.
^The Ventures – Wipeout live in Japan 1966^
It’s cloudy and cool today. A little muggy/humid, but the low hanging clouds and cool breezes make that OK. Its felt like rain a time or two, but those feelings passed quickly. Not much smells better than Texas Rain. But I must admit that I love the smell of a hot Texas summer afternoon. 100+ degrees, moderate humidity, and a strange smell of rain, where the possibility of none exists.
This makes me think of “the mirages” that we get here during the summer. The image of standing water in the distance where there is none when you get there. We are told that this is “an optical illusion.” But I’m betting that the concept of “Metallic Hydrogen” might just help to dispel this conclusion. Not necessarily as myth or even a myth…but more along the line of “temporary states of matter” that do not necessarily require an observer in order to exist, but this perspective and these perspectives help us to understand or better understand the layer and layers of The Ether.
Anyway…yeah…the water and water vapor is there. And don’t tell me it isn’t. If it’s 105 degrees outside, and the humidity level is still somehow at 40%? Yeah…its there.
^PIPELINE – The Chantays^
So…if I were to propose, that every single atom of Methane in the entirety of The Universe, is indeed connected to each other…would that sound completely impossible? Let’s think String Theory here. If all of these atoms are connect via strings of energy…find me the first and the last atom in the chain. We’ll call these…”Stings on Strings.” So…now…
Q: Which is it? The first? Or the last?
A: Yeah…both…all at the same time.
Just because you isolate something, doesn’t mean that it is isolated. It simply means that it has been isolated using the methods and means in which you have employed to isolate…erm…whatever it is that you have isolated. So…let’s “up the difficulty level” here…
Q: What about the particles of this atom that we have isolated? Are you assuming that they are isolated as well?
A: ???
What if you’re wrong. What if, it is indeed possible, that an atom of Methane or Helium that you have isolated, is in fact…only partially here? ESPECIALLY if you have employed methods specifically designed to “break this atom apart” or isolate certain elements of this atom. It’s Proton/Protons…for example. What if, by this action, you have actually started a chain reaction, that has sent part and or parts of this atom to the furthest reaches of The Universe? Sound impossible?
Think: Information Preservation and/or Conservation Principles. That should help.
I mean…if a part or particle is being made to behave in a way that is contrary to its design and “normal” function? Would you really expect any sort of other behavior?
Q: What on this planet, does not “fight” for its own survival?
A: I wonder where this concept originates?
Am I “being too finite” here?
Odd.
I wouldn’t think that ANYTHING would be outside the realm of possibility within this universe.
^The Ventures – Walk — Don’t Run (original) – [STEREO]^
I dunno. Prolly just talking out of my ass.
Talking out of my ass…regarding Methane.
That's funny.
Not really…but yeah…it kinda is.
^The Shadows – Apache (1960)^
“So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.”
Matthew 20:16 (KJV)
^Booker T. & The MG’s – Time Is Tight (1969) HQ^
Soooo….what choo up to today?
Having a good day/evening/morning or whatever?
Great.
Seriously…I think that’s great.
❤
^The Tornados – Telstar (HQ)^
I’d like to thank RooBeeDoo for her continued efforts in putting up with my bullshit, and encouraging me to write/think/write about what I’m thinking about.
🙂
^”1959″ “Sleep Walk”, Santo & Johnny Farina (H.D.)^
I’ve really not been in the best of moods today, Dear Reader…
*No, Clicky, I’m not saying…*
*No, Clicky, work is fine…*
*No, nothing wrong at home either… Stop probing me… We’ve a missive from Cade to post…*
*Yes! Alright, it’s fucking mad world, Clicky, and I’m as mad as fucking hell…*
*One headline, why believe it? Because it isn’t just one headline… it’s just the latest… /sigh… Come on, Clicky, Cade’s post… There’s a massive Wiki Wavy Wall that needs your attention… Meet you at the bottom…*
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It occurs to me, that no matter what level you ascend to, or descend to, or remain at…there always remains somewhere else to go. Afterall, what’s the point of getting somewhere? Even if you had no idea what in the hell you were gonna do when you got somewhere? Is knowing important “en route?” Is it alwaysimportant? Or have you gotten too focused on the asshole that is tailgating you? Too focused on the asshole in front that impeding your progress? Surrounded by idiots in traffic with nowhere to go? Not allowing things to develop as they do, might stunt your growth in ways your aren’t even considering.
^Vanessa Sukowski Feat. Terry Lynn – Cup (Raumakustik Remix)^
Thinking about “the synchros” and “the storms” and “the chakras”…what could POSSIBLY cause a change in direction of the natural flow of energy/energies and matter, within the body, that may result in unforeseen changes?
Cade: So…erm…is that your name then? “Supreme Being?” X: Don’t get smart with me. Cade: Welp…if I can’t get smart with you…who can I get smart with? X: You don’t really think that you are talking to/with God do you? Cade: No. Only “crazy people” do that. But it would be cool to talk with God. X: What about my…erm…I mean…what about “God’s Minions?” Cade: Sure…I’d talk to them. X: Now we’re talkin. Carry on.
^Raumakustik – Activate^
I don’t really have anything particular to talk about currently…so…I’ll tell a racist joke.
There was a truck driver driving a load of bowling balls from one side of the country to the other, and was on a tight schedule so he was speeding most of the way. He was driving through a particular “in the middle of nowhere” section of this journey, when he noticed two black men hitchhiking. He felt sorry for them, and even though he was not supposed to pick-up riders, he stopped to pick them up anyway. However, he told them that they would need to ride in the back in the trailer in the event that anyone saw him with riders in the cab of his truck.
The truck driver is speeding along, when a cop car appears in his rear-view mirror and pulls him over.
There are two cops in the car, one of which goes to the cab and starts to write the driver a ticket, and the other proceeds to the back of the truck to inspect the driver’s load.
After a few minutes, the officer that was inspecting the back of the truck comes running towards the front, and yells at the officer writing the ticket…
Officer #2: Hey man we need to go.
Officer #1: I’m almost finished writing the ticket…just hold on a minute.
Officer #2: No…you don’t understand man…we need to leave NOW! This guy is hauling a whole truckload of Nigger Eggs, and two of them have done hatched!
^Hosse – Ready For This (Raffa FL Remix)^
Most people would think that the preceding joke is racist…and it is. But who is it racist towards? All kinds of stuff going on in that particular missive. Ignorance being one of them. I mean…if you are “Whitey”…and you live in “Whiteyville”…what is racist about that? Oh…How one treat’s “people of color?”
Q: What color is White?
A: ???
So let’s flip-flop the dynamic.
If you are “Darkey”…and you live in “Darkeyville”…what is racist about that?
Oh…How one treat’s “people of color?”
Q: What color is Black?
A: ???
We know what we know. And until that changes, we only know what we know. Isn’t that the goal of many governments and organizations as we in “The Western World” think of these organizations and their purpose/purposes? To wind up building and maintaining “Mayberry?” To “get back to the old-ways” or “get back to the good ol’ days” or “get back to basics?”
You need a fucking quorum to do that.
The only people I see kicking down doors are well represented.
^Paul C – Carneval (Original Mix)^
Somebody won some election somewhere in some kind of landslide victory yesterday or something.
<yawn>
^Bontan – The First Time^
I keep thinking about that tesseract that I seem to have seen in the back of that woman’s knee in a pic I posted a few days ago.
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As I was writing the previous sentence, it occurred to me “how do I word this” since I don’t really consider what I write “mine and mine alone” since Roob edits, formats and posts these things that I write. So what occurred to me, is to word it like this…
I keep thinking about that tesseract that I seem to have seen in the back of that woman’s knee in a pic I/Roob posted a few days ago.
I’ve been trying to lay off of any formatting of any text that I send her, and leave it to her discretion as to what to make of what I write. But I also want it to be clear that we are indeed two different people with two different lives living in two different places that are thousands of miles apart…but we are working together.
Q: What are we working for/work towards?
A: I dunno. Any suggestions?
Anyway…I’ve been thinking about the dynamics of motion within the form of design and purpose. Especially as they relate to this “holographic universe” that everyone is so fucking hot-to-trot about. I can see it. At least, I think that I can see it. But the ways that I see it is in a way that I’ve really never heard anyone describe.
What I see is templates that are overlaid to create a template. And these templates are overlaid to create even more templates. If you add time, motion, and focus in there, maybe this is why some get confused as to the purpose and purposes of these templates, and how these templates sometimes create holographic representations that seem to operate outside of the normal boundaries of time and space.
EX: A mountain. Add a “Matrix Movie” type of overlay over that mountain, in order to show what the underlying structure and structures are made up of, and suddenly, you think that you have seen “the core” of the design as it relates to the “as-is” portion of that mountain. However, thinking about it now, it not only shows the underlying, but the overlay and overlays as they relate to the in/out and through.
Maybe this is why I think that “subduction” as science currently views it is horseshit.
You see rising and lowering.
I see waffling.
^Raumakustik – Dem A Pree (Patrick Topping Remix)^
Energy conservation is important.
Information retention is important.
Energy Exchange and Information Exchange are important.
So…why wouldn’t they all be important…all at the same time? Why wouldn’t they all be important…all at the same time…forever and for all-time?
A: Destruction.
When destruction becomes disinformation that is misunderstood, it seems to me that destruction and creation are taking place at the same time under the banner of reorganization. So yeah…I think you’ve found what you are looking for. You just don’t understand what you are looking for maybe. Don’t understand what you are looking at maybe. Find the beginning…find the end.
Q: How can you find the beginning and the end, all from the middle?
A: Hmmmmmmmmm....I wonder.
Guess we aren’t as alone as we thought, eh?
^Sidney Charles – Make Me Moove feat. Lady Vale^
If part of my skin “develops a pull”…doesn’t that equate to a push that will result in a pull somewhere else? Yeah, I’m thinking about injury/injuries and scarring here, but I am also thinking about something else…pimples. Acne, pimples, sores, wounds that won’t heal, repetitive injuries, Carpal Tunnel…shit like that.
If I eat a frozen dinner that contains a shitload of preservatives and artificial flavors and all kinds of crazy salts and oils and fats and proteins and whatnot, and then I go out and exercise, and I hurt myself while exercising…
Q: What effect(s) does that injury have on my body’s available energy/energies and potential sources of matter for dealing with that unforeseen event/events?
A: Smells like mutation.
Well…it smells of mutation to me. But then again, I’m a complete fucking weirdo and nutjob.
“Ya know…that whatever right there? It’s very similar to what I normally use/am used to, but not quite. How can I make this work?”
I guess I find it ironic that we are walking-talking-thinking-learning machines, encapsulated in a walking-talking-thinking-learning machine, that is made up of walking-talking-thinking-learning machines…and yet, we get confused as shit as to who is doing what and when and why…all while trying to figure out who is doing what and when and why, all while ignoring who is doing what and when and why.
That particular thought and thoughts and sentence may give the appearance that I am intentionally attempting to be ambiguous. But when you add time and times over time into that thought and those thoughts, it may be indicative as to why we miss so much in our thinking, and maybe even some indicators as to why we can never seem to “catch up to the present.”
If all of your whatever requires gadgetry of your own design to describe what isn’t there…erm…that sounds almost…erm…I hate to use this term here…but…it sounds a little…”Orwellian”? Grabbing something that is there, via something that is not yet here, via something that may never be. Maybe my seeing “Neutrons” listed on that “Carcinogens” list that I have above from 2007? Yeah…let’s produce more of those. Let’s create a double inverse of Protons and Electrons, Neutrons, and let’s produce a fuckton of them since “THEY ARE POWERFUL!!!”
They are powerful? No shit Sherlock. I wonder what this “excess of Neutrons” is going both attract AND repel?
^Disney Aladdin – Electro House Remix^
Meh…I gots no answers…and people are gonna do whatever they do.
What’s the worst that can happen?
I can think of some things.
I’d rather not tho.
^White Magic | Pogo^
What would be the purpose, of “a pure vacuum”…other than to destroy it?
POP!
Ever had your ear just start ringing for no reason whatsoever? If we think about membranes and crossing energies, maybe there is more to this phenomenon than just some medical definition/reasoning. I mean, as far as I know? Ringing ears means “say yer prayers” because you are about to die of a heart-attack. And what would be the point of saying yer prayers just prior to dying, assuming that you know that you are about to die? You didn’t give a shit about your life, until all of a sudden you did give a shit about it because you were about to lose it, but you are about to see God anyway…so…what’s the big fucking deal?
Assuming there is a God/gods, it appears that you are about to have some time to go over the finite-details of your life in total, so…why freak the fuck out and try and remember all of that shit that you should have learned at church instead of shooting spitballs at the choir because you thought it was funny. lolz…not that I ever did that or anything…and not that there prolly aren’t times to “say your goodbyes.” But it occurs to me that these are personal choices…not edicts. It seems to me that these are what separates the sheep from the herd, and not just for culling for slaughter. Abraham’s son seems to have survived a culling for slaughter. Granted, a shitload of questions as to “why would God ask Abraham to do such a terrible thing?”
I guess I hate the thought of someone sitting across from me, them looking me straight in the eye, and asking me “if I see things.” Them asking me “if I hear things.”
I mean am I supposed to answer? Do I lie if I don’t answer? Do I lie if I purposefully answer incorrectly out of contempt for such a stupid question, when I know that we both know the answer and answers to these questions? Because we either know, or can learn, that these are just gateway questions to more questions. Are we looking for dishonesty? Or reliability? What if someone is reliably dishonest? Is that reliability? What about the whens, wheres and whys that these dynamics change?
There’s only one answer that you are looking for, but you never stop to consider just how limiting that answer is. Or at least, how you have limited yourself by seeking an answer. The thought that some permanent model waits to be discovered under some unturned stone, is like negating every other stone in existence, once you have overturned that one particular stone that you were looking for.
What about all of the previous stones? Did they not matter? Do you need to go and turn them over again in order to retrace your steps as to how you arrived at where you arrived? Did you return these stones to their original positions after overturning them, and if so, how do you know what their original position(s) were are? Aren’t they forever changed by you and your actions, just as much as you are forever changed by their effects on you?
Forever bound, by a sequence of events, that could not be predicted by either nor any…and yet…it happened.
Fate.
Or something.
^Matt Sassari – Phantom (Original Mix) [Tronic]^
My sorting through a lot of my past has gotten me to thinking about much of the reading/learning/experiencing that I encountered when I was younger. I remember a lot of things, therefore, I have trouble with the concept of “originality” as it pertains to ideas. Especially under the banner of “there is nothing new under the sun” types of thinking. But thinking of me as a unique individual that is the product of countless generations of people that lived and died to provide me with the genetic mass that eventually somehow coalesced into this blog of hairy flesh that is me? Yeah…that “nothing new” kinda loses some of its sting, without losing any of it’s string. The threads of time that bound me into the me that is me, stings me here and there to remind me of me. That I am important, just like you, and them.
^Nina Simone – Feeling Good (Raumakustik Rework)^
Yeah…I hate math myself. Primarily because math ALWAYS seems to involve someone else making me do it for more their benefit than mine. Turn me loose on a 10-key, and you prolly should just close up shop, because I am going to fuck that up completely and totally. BUT that makes me wonder as to when mistakes became taboo. And I mean, mistakes being so taboo, that they are completely and totally unacceptable…because someone’s life just might depend on it.
Q: Does that thought contain our answer. Or at least…some answers?
A: ???
If we are operating in realms that are so finite, that the individual that should benefit, actually suffers? Yeah…room for pause there in our thinking. Not that I have paid for and counted on services that I did not receive. But I keep going. When the way that should work for me stops working? Yep…seek another path.
Maybe that’s why the concept “monopoly” only works within the concept of “God” for any length of time.
Maybe that’s why “Acts of God” are so prevalent within the framework of frameworks that we frame.
Maybe we sometimes misinterpret these “acts” within the acts and actions within the act itself.
Maybe none of that makes sense.
Maybe I should find a fencepost to bang my head into.
Should I purchase my own fencepost? Or will any ol’ fencepost do? Don’t wanna make some landowner liable for my actions because I choose to bang my brains out on a fencepost that bordered public land.
Maybe there’s an easement there. Prolly some legal precedent. Not that precedents aren’t important…but…times can and do change. I dunno. I’m just some uneducated dude with a computer, a fair ability to type reasonably fast, and a shitload of freetime to sit and do whatever it is that I am doing.
^Zoo Brazil – Sand (Mendo Remix)^
Right today…wrong tomorrow.
Wrong today…right tomorrow.
Right or wrong today or tomorrow…write today or tomorrow.
Or something.
^Dazz Band – Let It Whip “HQ”^
I guess I’m wrasslin with this concept of discovery as it relates to legacy and posterity, and how those concepts relate to the eternal. It seems to me that the existence of a non-existence of God/a god/gods, makes what we do within the frameworks that exist outside of those concepts even MORE important with respect to ourselves. I mean…if there is no “Superman” to save us…isn’t it our responsibility to save ourselves both pre and/or post?
We operate under the assumption that we are completely and totally alone in The Universe, and yet we create experiments specifically designed to re-create conditions that existed at the beginning of this Universe. I wonder what “The Amoeba Delegation” has to say about their representation, or lack thereof, in these experiments:
Are they fully formed?
Are they represented?
Who is representative of their representation and representations, if not if and of, themselves?
Are we their voice?
Says who?
Have ethics gone out the window?
Or did they just fly right back in after we tossed them out?
I can imagine that if all of the bacteria in our bodies “suddenly went on strike”. Yeah…deep shit…we’d be in it.
^deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get, Whatever (HQ)^
My legs and back are feeling a little better this morning. And so is my neck. My neck still feels like a bunch of soggy spaghetti noodles dancing with a snake of some sort, but I figure that it’ll get better at some point. Or my head will fall off.
Lotta stretching and pulling as of late that seemed to get a bit of relief yesterday/last night. I still feel like 50 pounds of shit crammed into a 10 pound sack…but I always feel like that…so…meh.
My feet are giving the appearance that they want to swell/are going to swell, but they haven’t as of yet. My balance is also a little better today. My quadriceps are pretty gooshy and seem to have trouble deciding which way to turn or what the flying fuck is going on in the rest of my body, but my hamstrings are making an appearance for the first time in decades. Left hip is pulling quite a bit at the crotch, where it appears that my hamstring and quadriceps have been doing battle with my calves for God knows how long.
Oddly enough, all this pulling in my legs is having the oddest of effects on my hands and shoulders of all goddamn things. One of my hands was cramping so bad last night, that I thought it was going to break. Same with my feet. I’m quite used to feet cramps…but sometimes of late, it feels like they are going to start breaking bones. I guess some of this pressure relief on my knees has helped quite a bit in this regard.
Oh…and still shedding skin like a fucking snake. Lotta old scars that I had completely forgotten about, starting to reappear. I wonder where they’ve been hiding?
Just in case anyone was wondering.
^Renegade Soundwave – The Phantom It’s In There^
With all of this grinding and torquing, I imagine that there are a LOT of connective tissues throughout my body that are…erm…enduring a lot of give and take types of changes, and not just/only my skin. At least, not only the visible part(s).
^Situation – Yaz (oo) 1982^
I guess I should wrap this up…but I’m not going to.
The following song, which I am currently listening to now…is WAY too fucking cool to stop writing now.
*How did you get here before me?! Never mind… /lights up…*
template (n.)
1670s, templet “horizontal piece under a girder or beam,” probably from French templet “weaver’s stretcher,” diminutive of temple, which meant the same thing, from Latin templum “plank, rafter,” also “consecrated place” (see temple (n.1)).
The meaning “pattern or gauge for shaping a piece of work” is first recorded 1819 in this form, earlier temple (1680s); the form was altered mid-19c., probably influenced by plate [Barnhart], but the pronunciation did not begin to shift until more recently (templet is still the primary entry for the word in Century Dictionary).
Before we make too many assumptions about any pre-existing bonds that are simply not detectable by the existing model/models and/or testing methods/personnel/equipment and shit like that…erm…
Howdy!
^HolyU – Lift arrived _second Floor^
I’m not going to think in terms of alternate dimensions, or even alternate realities…but more of altered realities. So let’s think about big assed scientific experiments and little thoughts, and how those affect others in action.
EX: You are driving along in your car, listening to the radio, happy as a clam…then suddenly….BAM!!! Yer dead.
So if there is life elsewhere in The Universe, and someone billions of light years away from us is just going about their day…then suddenly…BAM!!! they’re dead. Hit right in the motherfucking brainpan by a stray particle created by The LHC or a similar machine.
You can substitute cancer in there if ya want, but “cancer” has gotten so goddamn vague anymore that it may as well not even exist…even tho it does. It’s only pulled out of the hat when all attempts at “avoiding the C word” have failed. But I could be wrong on that. I don’t have as much experience with it as most people. Only indirect experience /shrug
^Monstergetdown – Tres^
I got to take a drive with my oldest son a coupla days ago. I asked him for a cigarette, he looked at me weird, asked me,
“Are You Serious?”
…then he eventually gave me one and I smoked it. Tasted pretty much the same as the last cigarette I smoked, although I must admit that I never would have dreamed that I would have an enjoyable moment smoking a cigarette with one of my children, while riding in a car on a sunshiny but cool spring day.
Later, we got to talking about hell and heaven, and how these concepts related to the movie “Event Horizon.” I related my thoughts as to travelers in the film traveling into the unknown using an unknown method of travel, and how I perceived that this probably would have seemed to these travelers. Afterall, we are talking about faster than light travel with respect to beings that really have no clue as to “normal travel” as of yet.
^Tinlicker – Donderdag^
I asked him to imagine traveling at the speed of light or faster, and encountering a human being. He stated that,
“wouldn’t we just burn right through them?”
I said “Yes! However…imagine what that would look like, as you passed through that human. Bone, blood, tissues, cells, etc.”
He grimaced.
NOW! Think about this. You come out of the other side of that human after “burning right through them”…what do you think that would look like/seem like to you? He answered,
“Hell.”
Exactly! Now…let’s make it even worse.
Let’s say that you’ve burned through that human…pass through the wall behind them, or bounce off a mirror…then suddenly…you see that same person again.
My son suddenly had a weird look on his face.
You are assuming your size son. What if…when you passed through this human being…you shrunk to a microscopic size? Keeping that in mind as you have just passed through that human, exited that bloodbath, and now here they are right in front of you again…you begin your second approach to them…and you are completely complexed as to why you are seeing them again, as they should have disintegrated completely on the previous pass. However…as you get closer to them…you notice a tiny little red dot, and you suddenly realize that this red dot is the point of entry on your first pass….and now…here we are…going though again.
Entanglement.
Yep...entanglement.
^Enzo Bennet – Shadowman^
He brought up The Butterfly Effect and Quantum Mechanics, but I told him that he needed to keep time in mind when thinking about these things. Mainly because, this butterfly of ours may or may not have the effect that we assume, and/or it may take thousands to even millions of years for this effect to take place. If you spend your entire life following a single particle to see if the result is as you predicted it to be…
Q: Who are you forgetting/excluding?
A: Yep…you.
We have effects on the results and the results sets. It’s the time and times between when we can get confused, when we attempt to include and exclude ourselves only at the beginning and the end.
^Fluke- Another kind of blues^
I have some other thoughts about “burning through” with respect to particles traveling at the speed of light or faster, but I think that things like lasers and radar/microwave radiating devices can better help us out, as to understanding the contextual nature of temporary states of matter, when and if biometric organisms are present in the presence of …erm… energies that are less contextually facilitatory to the continued existence of said organism(s).
^Fluke – Atom Bomb^
Always an excess. Whether that be on the positive side, or the negative side.
Q: What about when a theorem equates to zero?
A: Are you still alive? If so, what happened between conception of the theorem and arrival at zero?
Yep a lot of work to get to zero, and now, a lot of work remains to get away from it again.
Division by zero isn’t that difficult. It’s a matter of necessity. If you are needing a zero balance sum, you are prolly already operating in the excess column, whether that be positive and/or negative, and just don’t see it/them yet.
^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^
So now that we have slung some particle out into space, that has turned some life form’s head into mushy jelly and tossed their soul into the abyss…I wonder what the reaction will be? I guess the movie Starship Troopers makes more sense now. It does to me anyway.
So if we assume that there is no sound in space…does that mean that the presence of sound is an indicator to those or that which is traveling at speeds faster than light as to the presence of life?
Does that mean that the absence of sound is indicative of something so fucking infinitely loud, that it cannot be perceived?
Is this indicative of how radio-waves work, and when they don’t work “as-intended” and/or “as-advertised?”
I guess I’m gonna have to think about HAARP here seeing as how, at least as I understand it, it’s purpose it to raise the bands of the Ionosphere, and I’ve wondered about these bands cascading an reversing as an effect of this “raising.” A becomes E and E becomes A and so on.
However…since we are broadcasting sound and sounds and pictures and data into space via all kinds of methods and mediums…I have to wonder…
Q: What makes you think that "aliens" or "alien intelligences" would do the same?
A: !!!???!!!
I mean…space is supposed to be quiet right? If you are a space traveler who is traveling at faster than the speed of light to better detect “anomalous waves” within the natural scope of a solar system, wouldn’t that make sense as to why any sort of travel up to or at “the speed of light” that is generated artificially might just be…erm…hazardous to organic beings? ESPECIALLY to beings that are moving at speeds that exceed the speed of light.
But to add a caveat here, maybe there is also the effect of these beings not wanting to interfere with the communications. If we think in terms of Tachyons and Gamma Ray bursts, this might help us to understand how an “artificial burst” of these energies were more discernible from naturally occurring ones. Afterall…if we assume that Gamma Ray bursts are happening naturally in The Universe, but our findings are based on much of what we have learned about these energies using our own artificially created sources of these energies? Erm…maybe the entire Universe is at war…and we just don’t know it.
^Philip T.B.C. – Galactic (BTK Remix)^
How does one “kill the silence” I wonder?
I mean like…contextually. How is “killing the silence” applicable?
Only you would know the answer to this question.
^The Prototypes – Kill The Silence (ft. Ayah Marar)^
I guess it’s prolly difficult to wear the hat of a graduate, and know that you are but in your infancy with respect to learning and experience. But to me, that SHOULD be what keeps us young and hungry.
Searching.
Finding.
Not finding.
Keeping going.
Stopping.
Starting back up.
“You know it’s, not like that all ends…when you’re 18, or 21, or 41, or 61…it NEVER…never…ends…
“Like your Aunt Edna’s ass…it goes on forever and is just as frightening.”
-Jason Robards/Frank Buckman
Movie = Parenthood
^Ed Rush & Optical – Chubrub [Full Version]^
I dunno…just had to get a coupla things off my chest…but I gots no answers.
That guy who chopped his back in half with the sword or machette or whatever from my previous whatever? Yeah…it’s haunting me. Lotta things going on in that guy’s body. And when the other guy grabs his arm and pulls to steady him? Motherfucking YEESH!!! 😦
There’s more to that pic than simply “the idiocy of the moment.” Afterall…when did that “idiocy of that moment” come to your particular attention?
I’ve been having a quiet week, Dear Reader, away from the LoL, whilst I’ve been settling into into my new job…
… Getting into a new rhythm has been somewhat knackering but now it’s Friday, Clicky and I are gonna kick back, relax and enjoy a brand new missive from The Okie Devil…
Care to join us?
*******
HOWDY FUCKHEAD(S)!!!
❤
Maybe it’s time that science admits it needs to admit something to itself.
The irony and ironies of “trusting something that isn’t there.”
But it is there!!! Our instruments and tests confirm this!!!
Remove the instruments and gadgetry and tests, NOW confirm it for me.
Now put all of the instruments back, and confirm it for me.
Oh. I see it now.
Q: Now what?
A: Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Phil K & Habersham – Cloudbrake (Original Mix)^
Yeah…lotta “scientific instruments” involved in that test and all that testing. Leave out the observers and participants, and suddenly…the concept of “Faith” takes on a life of it’s own.
This is pretty much the nature of “The Alpha To Omega Bet”…in that, there’s really nothing to prove.
If ya can’t get your head wrapped around “the proof” that already exists because it already existed? I dunno…maybe you haven’t thought “Step 2″ through as well as you thought you have. I know that in my own personal life, yeah…I’m kinda stuck there all the fucking time…so…yeah…”I hear ya.” 😉
^The Crystal Method – Bad Ass (The Rogue Element Mix)^
My balls are dirty too. I mean…prolly not, because if I’m convinced that dirty is filthy, and that I’m always dirty and filthy, I’d spend my entire life trying to eradicate whatever it is that is causing my balls and the rest of me to be “dirty.” And God knows how long that could take.
Anyway, here’s some pretty balls.
Not that my balls aren’t pretty.
Not that they are…but…yeah…or something.
^An artist transforms balls of dirt into beautiful, shiny spheres like none you’ve seen.^
So now, let’s take a ball, chop it down into a spherical kinda circle-ish type thing…and slap it on a record player. I have no idea what the point of this video is…but it appears to involve some technical wizardry above and beyond simply…”a tree on a record player.”
^What do tree rings sound like when played like a record? It’s hauntingly beautiful.^
Now that we’ve got the amateur stuff out of the way…let us ascend into the realm of purest smart geniusnessness.
^What a tortilla sounds like on a record player^
Now let us descend from the lofty realms of smarterest genius or whatever, and get back to the technical stuff.
Q: I wonder how many bags of tortillas they went through to get this complete waste of time experiment correct?
A: No answer goes here...sometimes...the question without an answer works just fine.
^An Actual Playable Tortilla Record Etched with a Laser Cutter^
SO….coughing,
choking,
sneezing,
gagging,
hiccuping,
itching,
clearing-our-throat-ing,
sniffing,
breathing,
gagging,
puking,
dripping,
oozing, etc.
…and all of this irritating shit that we don’t have time for/create methods of suppressing? Erm…are you trying to “activate nature’s process of mutation” in order to permanently suppress it? Because as someone who pretty much has no throat at all, I can tell you that when some of these “urges or abilities” are eliminated?
Yeah…when they need to happen?
Yeah….VIOLENT!
Especially puking.
Lotta difficulty swallowing, which makes me a VERY slow eater. I’m pretty much always “the last one eating at the table” because I have to eat so slowly. My only other options (that have worked for me anyway) is to either:
A) Don’t chew my food well at all, or
B) soft foods, which also have their own limitations because of my tendency to choke on fluids/aspirate them into my lungs.
I guess that I am thinking about these things currently, because I have aspirated something twice now over the last few days, which hasn’t happened in a long time due to my “lifestyle changes” to accommodate my personal needs.
EX: Avoiding certain foods. Being mindful of how I chew/ingest certain foods. How hot foods vs. cold foods help encourage me to slow down when eating.
This world is not kind to people like me, who require a little extra time for my needs to be met.
BTW, “Being last at the table” has other drawbacks on a personal level.
^Hybrid feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw – All I Want (Orchestral Mix)^
What got me to thinking about this “scientific verification model(s)” was “a flash” that I saw in the sky yesterday while out looking at airplanes/clouds/the sky. Being that this is 2017, my immediate thought was…”that’s a fucking military drone” due to the distance and height of this flash out of the corner-ish of my eye.
So….I watched the space to see if the whatever it was would turn at some point, and catch the sun again so as to reflect it’s light again, but it never did. Still convinced it was a drone of some kind due to the angle(s) and duration of the flash. Not that it couldn’t have been a satellite, because it may have been, but even the angle of that was kinda…weird…due to the perceived direction of travel…which was East to West. To my knowledge, and based on my observations at night, not a lot of visible satellites at night that are traveling East to West in this part of the world.
So thinking about it now…is it possible that due to the angle, it was a flash from a satellite that is in geosynchronous orbit? Yeah…those things are REALLY fucking far away. But…I have no idea what it may have been, only what it may have been because of the time and times that I live in.
It was windy as FUCK yesterday. The airplanes flying into Love Field were uber-low and coming right over the house all day, and the big-assed Cottonwood tree in the back yard lost two big-assed limbs because of the wind. Had to pull one off of the garage roof, and damn-near cut off my fucking toe on some garden fencing in the ground when I stepped on it. Yeah…that metal fencing/border shit that people put in the ground? It can sneak up on ya.
^Bedrock – Forge (Fretwell Remix)^
Speaking of tearing walls/borders down in one place, then putting them back up in another…I notice that the plans for some big-assed wall in Berlin or China or someplace like that has somehow manifested into being constructed right here in my own neck of the woods. Gonna cost billions or so according to the fake news story I saw. I wonder if the people who live in this area should be allowed to vote on whether or not this wall should be built or not? Maybe a “rolling vote?” Border states get to vote last? Vote first?
Wait…do we get a vote?
FUCK!!! That happened months ago.
Guess I missed my chance.
Oh well. Maybe I can vote someone in who wants to tear it down once it gets erected.
(pun(s)…avoided)
^London Layover April 2017 Boeing 777^
Speaking of eyesores…CANKOR SORES!!! I remember when I was a kid, I used to get these things in my mouth all the time. We called them, ulcers. The rumor was, that whatever your mouth looked like? Yeah…your stomach looked just like it. Most people didn’t believe that when told as such, and neither did I…but I sure as shit pondered that as to what it meant and why. Seeing as I had tons of stomach problems when I was younger, it made sense.
The thing was…what to do about it. Many of these conditions had no cause other than I wasn’t being clean enough or wasn’t brushing my teeth enough, or wasn’t brushing my teeth correctly, or was using too much toothpaste, or wasn’t using enough toothpaste, or was swallowing too much of the toothpast…yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda…yadda. 😉
But thinking about string/string theory as I think of it now? Yeah…makes sense. Especially with respect to “spooky action at a distance.” What if an identical/identical-ish “Cankor Sore” manifested in my stomach and/or esophagus at a later time or vice/versa? Smooth muscle tissue does flow afterall…so…why wouldn’t “a hiccup here” necessitate “an adjustment/accommodation there?” Yeah…I get the feeling that messages and messaging within the body doesn’t always work like we think it does.
I prolly need to write that down so I can remember it, and remember to associate that process and processes and processing with respect to “Junk DNA” and how I think these things relate to memory and memories. Assuming that I remember to do so/can remember to do so.
Don’t wanna have an acute case of amnesia or vertigo or dementia that is the result of aggregate accumulating at just the wrong time.
^Mark Isham – Flames^
Inconsistent Seas?
Or
Inconsistent C’s?
Consistent Seas?
Or
Consistant C’s?
I notice there was some hubbub about quantum mechanics that implies that “there is no rule change” or some kind of flip with respect to “the rules” within classical physics and whatever else. This is kinda weird to me since “Classical” anything was once “Radical as FUCK” at some point…so…yeah…classic. Anyway, it occurs to me that the more you use machinery to define the machinery, the more confused and confusing you are prolly gonna get.
EX: Your eyes. Are you using them? Ya sure? I mean…wasn’t it Einstein who “just wanted to see with God’s eyes?”
Dear Science,
You are doing it.
You are doing it wrong.
Unless you aren’t.
Love,
Cade
^’That Thing You Do’ Ellem [AUDIO]^
Been thinking a lot about the concept of “hot produces cold/cold produces hot” kinda things with respect to…erm…stuff. I guess primarily as it relates to Oxygen, but also other stuff. Mainly because, in order for me to try and get my head around the “natural” forces that are at work trying to accomplish/maintain some sort of balance, and these crazy nutty things that we as humans try to squeeze nature into doing the same thing(s)…erm…A WHOLE LOT MOTHERFUCKING FASTER…so that they better fit into our models of time and times with respect to our needs and wants.
So…basically…we aren’t creating better models and machines, we are simply duplicating old techniques with new methods, and new methods of duplicating old techniques of doing the same ol’ shit. This doesn’t mean that there aren’t new things. Just take a gander into the mirror to see what I am talking about here. But yeah…time tinkering….yer doing it.
^An artist spent 20 years in the Arctic… and what he reveals inside this cave is incredible.^
Been pondering this “participant/observer” business quite a bit along with some other crap, and how these would relate to “A Unified Model.” But if you take yourself and everyone else out of this model, yer prolly going to get a little confused as to the nature of nesting and nested.
Meaning: Yer gonna have to go backwards now to catch-up to yourself.
Cause now…ya gonna explain “All That Shit”. Gotta figure out how it is applicable here, and how it is applicable there, and all the while…you are gonna be ignoring time and times while breezing right through it. THEN…you are gonna get to “the end” and be like…
“Q: WHY DON’T THIS SHIT WORK?!?!?!?”
Yeah…flips…they happen. They happen in the goddamndest of ways at the goddamndest of times. So yeah…milestones (Emphasis on the plurality there).
Lotta singularities in that thought.
Or at least…there is to me.
But I’m just some jerkoff sitting in a room, alone, with nothing better to do than type this shit here that nobody is prolly reading.
But that’s OK too.
/me shrugs
^Why Women Are Stripey^
So...
Q: What makes seas consistent?
A: Consistent seas.
Q: What makes inconsistent seas?
A: Inconsistent seas.
Q: What makes seas consistent?
A: Inconsistent seas.
Q: What makes inconsistent seas?
A: Consistent seas.
Q: What makes C’s consistent?
A: Consistent C's.
Q: What makes inconsistent C’s?
A: Inconsistent C's.
Q: What makes C's consistent?
A: Inconsistent C’s.
Q: What makes inconsistent C's?
A: Consistent C’s.
Yeah…all at the same time…and at different times, all at the same time AND at different time(s).
To 86 any previous model, or to incorporate elements that cause diminishment to the point of eventual elimination, will insert the seed that eventually causes the new model’s eventual collapse, and the need to return to the original model in its totality while eliminating the new old model in it’s totality. The process will repeat with both the same AND different results.
If you eliminate need or want, or replace need for want or want for need, yer prolly fucking up.
Maybe not now…but I guess this is how the model of hedges and hedging work so well at failing over time.
^Bruno Mars – Locked Out Of Heaven [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
Build a machine to do something, and it’s prolly gonna do just that until it doesn’t.
^Sand pendulums – Lissajous patterns – part one // Homemade Science with Bruce Yeany^
Who says chickens can't fly?
^RC KFC bucket aeroplane (magnus effect)^
I wonder how much energy it takes to “maintain an illusion?”
Seems like…erm…a lot of work to do abso-fucking-lutely NOTHING.
^Two robots talking to each other. Gone wrong^
I guess after watching the video above, which I just did, I’m thinking about the concept of truth/lie is a little confusing to me within the scope of this particular demonstration as it relates to the experience itself. Experiencing. Meaning: what the fuck is the point of this?
Truth/Lie becomes Telling The Truth/Lying.
Truthful, dishonest, trying to be honest, trying to be truthful…and on and on and on…but slamming together a bunch of facts/truths/knowledge without any purpose other than “seeing what happens?” Yeah…no wonder there are so many that wonder what the intents and purposes of shit like this are within the scope of life as it is currently, and how that relates to the direction and directions we are traveling.
^The Oldest Known Melody (Hurrian Hymn no.6 – c.1400 B.C.)^
Q: Ever seen a man lace up his boots at the speed of light?
A: I have.
When I was a kid, my dad had a method of lacing up his boots so fucking fast that I’d ask him to do it over and over again. I’ve been thinking about energy and energies with respect to pathways that already exist, we just…build the gadgetry that exposes these pathways based on thoughts that we have regarding these pathways’ existence. Such as…lasers. Supposedly…if you fire a laser out into space…it goes in a straight line forever. I have trouble with this concept in it’s totality, but understand its merits. Meaning: I both see how that can be possible, but yeah…not really thinking that a laserbeam is going to go forever.
But anyway…yeah…what if it could?
Thinking about bootstraps and the holes in boots as they relate to shoestrings/bootlaces…if you think about the first bit of that lace that comes through the hole, and then all of the lace that follows up to the point to where it stops? To me anyway, this is a pretty good example of both strings and stings, and how it is possible for light to not only “exceed it’s own speed” of 186,000 miles per second, but also…go much MUCH slower. Keep in mind that a decrease is an excess in the opposite direction of a standard, and yeah…suddenly…light can and does…stop. Light can and does…”go dark.”
What I personally have been envisioning…is a single particle of light that comes to the edge of the galaxy of it’s origin…and just…stops. Yeah…like completely and totally stops. Gotta keep relative motion in mind here, with respect to the galaxy that this particle of light is in, as well as the galaxies that surround it…so now we can think about purpose.
Q: Where is this particle of light, or Photon if you prefer, headed?
A: ???
What if…it goes dark?
Yep…what if that particle of light…stops…is still shiny and glowing…but then suddenly goes dark?
Then…it gets all shiny again…and…zing…it arcs from one galaxy to the next, almost instantaneously.
Maybe it was just…chillin’…looking for a way to get to where it was going and/or the opportunity to present itself to get to where it was going without destroying itself by attempting to get there.
Q: What if that particular particle never itself makes the journey? As in…it gets recalled or diverted somewhere else?
A: Is the answer..."welp...what takes its place?"
Good question.
Tic-Toc.
Energy conservation: Prolly ain’t what we think it is. Maybe we can figure it out, and how this “figuring out” pertains to us via how it pertained to those who got us here, via how it’s gonna pertain to those who follow us/lead us/themselves.
^Mongolian Throat Singing-Batzorig Vaanchig^
I guess that bit where the one “bot” in the “bots arguing with each other” video above, where one of the bots said something to the effect of “things would be better if there were less people”…kinda got me to thinking…
Q: How would those who are eliminated feel about this concept?
A: …
But I mean really…if you are sitting alone in a room, or even if you are alone in a room but in a house where others also live…um…how is it that others are affecting you exactly? Sounds like to me maybe you have a problem with someone in your proximity, or maybe they have a problem with you which causes you to have a problem with yourself and their problem with you having a problem…or something…and…erm…yeah…maybe a scenery change is in order.
Going around, to get to, is still getting to. You just…went around. Whatever in the fuck that means. Not that I don’t understand just how difficult it is to get away from a difficult situation, because I do. I just don’t understand YOUR particular situation nor how it relates to mine. My thinking here being, yeah…we can make suggestions if and when we are willing to do so, at which point the question becomes…
Q: Now what?
A: …
Sometimes stoppages are just as important as continuance.
Acetaminophen can help us out in this regard.
Acetaminophen dilates the blood vessels in order to relieve pain or a headache or reduce fever, yeah?
Q: What caused the contraction of the blood vessels in the first place?
I’m not suggesting that we stop removing tumors because of the information loss that results in removing that tumor. Yep, lotta information gonna be contained in that tumor and the surrounding tissues, other than simple “benign and or malignant.” Afterall, what good is that information if the person that the tumor came from is dead? Yep…not much. They did have/do have their own distinct genetic code afterall…so…applying what we’ve learned about a particular case and how that relates to other cases, just to omit everyone and everything else? Makes no sense to me.
So…if I shave my face, and new blood vessels are created/blood flow redirected to accommodate the injury to the skin that is caused by shaving, but by the time that the redirection actually occurs, the blood supply is no longer needed…
Q: What do we do with all of this blood flow that we no longer require?
A: ?¿?
Re-redirect it? Is this why taking a break from shaving tends to both be a relief AND a nightmare? I mean…we gotta shave our mugs if we wanna go back to work right? But we also wanna not shave on the weekends right? (Unless we go to church, which requires clean-shaven goodness to attend). I personally have never been a regular shaver. I’ve always had to skip a day or two or three or however many I can get away with, in order to maintain my sanity.
Shaving motherfucking HURTS!
Or at least, it has always hurt me/my face. But then again…lotta scars on my face and neck which has always made shaving a risky proposition for me. Lotta cuts and cutting and bleeding. Seeing as I am a pretty heavy bleeder/free-bleeder or whatever…yeah…a lot of ruined shirts and weird looks because my face is covered in maroon black trails of dried blood. And if I wash them off, the just start bleeding again. So I wonder what affect these cuts over cuts over cuts have over time over times? I mean…I already know the answer to this…but I wonder how it affects others.
I dunno for sure…but I’m thinking it ain’t what we think it is, nor is it related directly to and/or ONLY to shaving.
Even shaving is a process.
^Super Incredible Girl Drummer FOOLS Crowd at Japanese Mall! So Cool!^
Damn…it’s already Thursday. Where the fuck did April go? May 4th? Of 2017? I remember back in the 1980’s…the year 2000 seemed like forever away. And now here I am, same old worthless fuck 17 years past 2000…and I don’t even really think about it other than in terms of something than something that is not to be understood. Meaning, these “gaps in time” that are sometimes perceived as nameless voids? Um…yeah. It’s kindof a “fill in the blank(s)” kinda thing. Kinda makes the future not so scary irrespective of what it holds. And while you hold onto that thought, the panic should rush right back in with no problem at all. Suddenly we are shaking with fear…no idea what to do…no idea what NOT to do. So yeah…all is normal…all is well…or not.
❤
^2CELLOS – Thunderstruck [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
I gotta take the trash out.
^DR. WILYS CASTLE / MEGA MAN 2 played on MODULIN^
I’m back.
^Sonic Spinball The Machine Music^
The lyrics to this song are quite clever.
^Five Stars – Atom Bomb Baby^
This particular whatever is a fucking trainwreck. Been thinking about a lot of shit “on the outside” and the where(s)/where(s)/if(s) this shit is connect to “on the inside”…but these damn fields that we generate keep getting in the way. 😉
So…watching the video below…and thinking about “awakening long since dormant things”…I wonder what it would be like to be able to experience “Trinity” from the perspective of…erm…this “long since dormant turned now active participant.” Yep…remembering.
Seeing the faces that are painted on these dummies in the nuclear tests? Stopping to look at them, and seeing a familiarity within the void of the unknown. Almost as if…”I know this, but not really.” Maybe another layer or element to the concept of Synchronicity, and how this Synchronicity relates to the concept of Synchromysticism. Especially as that relates to “The Synchros of Time.”
I dunno.
/me shrugs
^Fluke & Chemical Brothers – Atom Bomb (Baris ATILGAN MiX)^
Anyone else see “The Tesseract(s)” in the knee(s) in the pic above.
On Monday, I sent a ‘silly name‘ sciency story to Cade, who has not yet left for his walking adventure…
‘Steve’ is a shimmering ribbon of purple light which was initially referred to by the much more tedious name of ‘proton arc’.
Eric Donovan from the University of Calgary said that he saw something he had never seen before in images shared by a Facebook group called Alberta Aurora Chasers.
He didn’t know it then, but it was Steve.
While the Aurora Chasers combed through their photos and kept an eye out for the next appearances of Steve, Prof. Donovan and colleagues turned to data from the Swarm mission and his network of all-sky cameras.
Steve… St Eve on Merovee… Thoughtful Man to you, Dear Reader 😉
Cade continued and expounds further on the subject in the following missive…
*******
WE NEED A PIPELINE!!!!!!!!!!!*
IT NEEDS TO BE PERMANENT!!!!!!**
IT NEEDS TO LAST FOREVER!!!!***
*+**+***(Subject To Change)
^Dick Dale – Pipeline^
So…how would “nature” build a pipeline?
A: As needed?
A: When needed?
A: Where needed?
A: As long* as needed?
Prolly shoulda worded this as “As long as is needed”…but I didn’t, and it got me to thinking as I performed my usual fucked up method of re-reading shit as I write it, then re-reading it again as I’m thinking about/typing something else.
Maybe this is why I have convinced myself that I have something to say. I must be hypnotizing myself with “my own brilliance.”*
*(Or lack thereof)
^Stevie Ray Vaughan & Dick Dale – Pipeline (1987)^
Little bit of a delay in leaving, due to an attempt to um…yeah. The unexplainable is a little bit difficult to explain. But the short of it is, that I told my youngest son that I would stay until his Guitar Hero® controllers, that his mom ordered online, came in. They came in yesterday, two days early, but on one of them the connector was bent…so…yeah…a little tedium there with disappointment.
However, whatshername was able to use her jewelry tools to bend it back, and it seemed to work OK…
…
…that is…until today arrived. That same controller stopped working, became intermittent, so…yeah…lotta frustration.
I guess that one could make all kinds of “connections” there as to the symbolism of people being left out of processes that others have determined that you are on the “need to know” list, of the “you don’t need to know” variety. Talking…it’s important. But that’s just my opinion. Sometimes I’m wrong. Maybe I’ll shuttup right now and see how that goes/works for us.
^Dick Dale & The Del Tones “Misirlou” 1963^
Yeah, that wave or whatever that seems to be making some rounds (har har)…got me to thinking about not only particles and energies, but how they are able to move/travel at all. So a Proton Arc that science is already claiming that “it can’t be that” and some amateur astronomers/observers that observed it prior to the big guns moving their shit into position to get a better look/option.
Damn…that was a helluva run-on sentence eh? Anyway…
Yeah…it got me to thinking about the temporary nature of pathways, and how our pathways seem to differ quite a bit from nature’s pathways by doing the same damn thing for different periods of time. So this got me to thinking about a pathway coalescing to facilitate the travel of a single particle, and the mechanics behind the whole of that process.
We tend to think of particle travel as something akin only to things like meteorites, and don’t considered the dynamics that they are already traveling in and through. Meaning: something akin to what the Apollo Astronauts encountered on their return trips from the moon, and the “reentry corridor” that is always described as being ridiculously narrow.
Welp, between the Earth/Terra and The Moon/Luna, yeah…that corridor is ridiculously narrow. But stick the reentry vehicle in that corridor…yeah…kinda wide, but at the same time…yeah…not so much. They could come in too steep and burn up in the atmosphere, could come in too shallow and bounce/ricochet off of the atmosphere, or come in just right, go home, and have dinner with the fam.
^Dick Dale – Nitro (Live on KEXP)^
So if a particle like “The Oh My God Particle” shocks the living shit out of researchers in such a way as to name a particle as such after the fact, were there smiles? Frowns? Fears? Wonder?
According to science, this Universe has been around for a long-assed time…and according to religion, this Universe has been around for God knows how long…so…what’s the big fucking deal? This shit appears to have been happening for “a while” at least, so what is with all of the shock and awe? Welp, to me anyway, the obvious obvious is obviously obvious…
"THIS IS SOME COOL SHIT!!! LOOK AT THAT PICTURE!!!"
So when we get to science, shit gets a little tedious, because they feel the need to explain everything. If you’ve got the tools to do it? Cool. Knock yerself out. Dunno how that helps the rest of us, but at least we got a bitchin’ picture, and a confusing assed explanation as to what it is and/or isn’t and/or may or may not be…maybe. Or something.
^Hybrid – Choke^
So it got me to thinking about the mechanics of this “event”…but primarily the one between the photographer(s) and the scientist(s)…and the events leading up to the event that facilitated it. Now that we are past it…we are still really right in the fucking middle of it as far as I can tell. Meaning, someone was there to see it/photograph it, someone was there to pick up the ball from there, so …now what?
We wait for 7-10 years for science to tell us what it was, all while telling us how important it was/is? And this isn’t about job security or funding or any of that other shit, as much as it is about legacy.
Opportunity = ?
It occurs to me that there is ALL KINDS of discovery going on here. Such as, learning that there is a “swarm” of satellites that apparently can be directed at a moments notice to deviate from whatever in the fuck it was doing previously, and fly through this whatever it is. Almost like…we are bumping into ourselves coming and going…and we didn’t even know that the other was there.
^Hybrid – Out Of The Dark^
Is it possible for something to be speeding up, and slowing down, at the same time? I would imagine so. I’m just thinking about the temporary nature of matter and energy/energies as they coalesce to do whatever it is they are doing, then go on their way. Especially in “the vacuum of space.” Change that previous thought to “the vacuum of spaces”…and suddenly shit starts to get real creepy. Especially if you are thinking in terms of Neutrons and Neutrinos, how those relate to Quarks/Gluons/Tachyons, and how those relate to Electrons and Protons from the standpoint of motion.
Meaning: Time.
Neutrons are going to be our “Zeros” in the manner in which I’ve been thinking recently. They are dark matter, but not all of it. There are two other components that we can link directly to their formation, and those are Tachyons/Neutrinos via Electrons and Protons, and Electrons and Protons, are the exact same fucking particle, but configured differently. This is gonna give us our vacuums, when Electrons and Protons are in proximity to one another, which are gonna give us not only our Neutrons…but also our shells and valences. Tachyons and/or Neutrons are gonna help, with the help of Quarks and Gluons. Sometimes, our Gluons are gonna be outside of our shells, and sometime in. It all depends on what is being done and why and how.
However…Protons in proximity to other Protons, while operating within a nested environment of Electrons…is what is going to give us our “Particle Zoo.”
Not via collision…but via “stripping.”
Stripping is going to be a reconfiguration of the particles that make up Protons/Electrons, in order to turn one into the other, so that direct contact between these to “same particles” is prohibited.
^Hybrid – Know Your Enemy^
If you think of these particles that make up these Electrons/Protons, as something more akin to geometric shapes that are more along the lines of fractals, that may help. Maybe even imagine “the grid” from the movie Tron. However, not flat per se, but bent to whatever shape(s) they need to configure themselves in, in order to do whatever it is that they need to do, in order to do what they need to do. That previous sentence may sound intentionally ambiguous, but that is not my intention.
Maybe if you think in terms of an aircraft in it’s different flight modes…that’ll help. Clean, Dirty, or combination. Like flaps down? What position? In transition? Gear down? Gear up? Gear down/flaps up, Gear up.flaps down…etc. I’m just thinking that maybe this is where science both go it wrong, AND got it right, in that order, when you flip it sequentially a coupla times.
Right, Wrong, Right, Wrong
Meaning, all of these particles that they started seeing? Yeah…it boggled minds. But then, they started to qualify and quantify and omit, in favor of. So what they are omitting, is the possibility that every single “Proton” that you “slam together” is identical because it comes from the same element. Take Helium for example.
Q: How “old” is that Helium?
A: Carbon Dating?
Think “Metallic Hydrogen” as a molecule instead of an element, and it frees up our atoms to be a little more dynamic than we ever imagined.
Maybe think…”imprints and imprinting.”
That thought sure left an impression on me. 😉
^Dick Dale – Surfing Drums^
Now that we have our reaction of the desired variety, and we are seeing computer readouts of shit flying motherfucking everywhere…”now where does that particle go?”
Welp…if we think in terms of data preservation and data retention? Maybe that’ll help.
If we think in terms of data loss? Maybe that’ll … whatever.
I’ve thought about micro-fractures within the framework of these machines that record this shit, and I can’t but think now, of …
"WHAT IN THE FUCK DOES A PARTICLE FROM HELIUM DO WITH ITSELF WHILE EMBEDDED IN A CLUSTER OF COPPER ATOMS OR CARBON COMPOSITE MATERIAL?!?!?!?"
OK…so you replace your detectors as they become old/outdated/worm-out or whatever…NOW where does that particle go? Some landfill? Is the material burned? Shredded and sold for scrap/recycled or re-purposed? Now what? And don’t give me this “irrelevant” bullshit. If these particles and their parts were irrelevant, you wouldn’t be “banging them together.”
^Hybrid – Salt^
Q: How important is Depleted Uranium to your daily needs?
A: ?¿?
Q: What if you live in the Iraqi Desert? How important is Depleted Uranium to your daily needs?
A: ¿?¿
Yep…divorce will drive a man crazy. Never mind her and her needs…she is no longer important to me.
(NOTE: Yes...that was bitter sarcasm of the mine variety)
^Ulrich Schnauss – Monday Paracetamol^
Where was I? OH YEAH!!! Parts and particles.
Um…you have particles swirling around in an event of events, that is a series of events leading up to an event…I wonder if there is a point to where that “Big Event” was always going to happen? I mean, that was your intent…right?
HOORAH!!! Break out the party hats. (golf clap)
What about the truck driver/train driver that hauled that shit into your facility? What role and roles did he/she play? We all generate fields around us right? The heart, the brain, and all that other shit that is unimportant until it malfunctions? How important is that shit? I bet that job is pretty important to whoever has it. Prolly so important that it needs to exist, so that they can continue to exist. Weird pathway and pathways model, eh?
Just thinking about the nature in which this “Proton Arc” has come to our attention, and the amount of time that it has taken The Universe to organize, facilitate, and actuate this event. Now…think about how many people have looked at that picture in wonder…now think about the people that wrote this story, the scientists that picked it up from there…now…think about all of the people that have no…fucking…clue that this event happened. Now…let’s give time a little breathing room.
Because our betters are behind us…not in front of us. 😉
^”Moon” Little People^
If we use carbon dating to date things that are in our proximity, why wouldn’t they be accurate? Welp…first thing that this dumbass can think of is…”how much carbon was there at the time of The Big Bang?” The second thing that I can think of is…”how long you been using these techniques?” (Meaning: Carbon Dating).
Now that we’ve given time a little break, I guess we can talk about the nature of energy with respect to particles, and how Einstein was prolly right AND wrong, all at the same time, because he left out…time. Or…times…as it were. Why would he do that? I can think of some reasons. Lotta people wanting answers of the definitive sort, and can prolly see him throwing his fucking hands up and saying…”here…chew on this.”
Maybe this’ll help us account for “the missing matter” in The Universe. It’s there. It’s just…fluid. Keep that contextual, and it’ll prolly help with the dynamics of something static that appears to be both…because it is. Influence and friction is all that comes to mind here. That sometimes things need to connect and or grind, and sometimes…not. Both are equally important, when and where they are. I’m gonna shudder a little bit, start thinking about the possibility of creating “pure vacuums” that are already nested in a vacuum that is deceptively not really a vacuum…then we can maybe think about making us some Neutrons. Should help us skip Anti-Matter completely.
^Groove Armada – Edge Hill^
Just fuckin wit cha. I’m gonna skip Neutrons (har har) and think about this Morgellon’s shit, since we are talking about small things that don’t matter. But sometime back, I stumbled across some shit about these Austrailian Termites, and these bacteria that live within their gut digesting the wood. I then stumbled across this Icelandic Moss, and it got me to thinking about bacteria and how we think of them today. Meaning: Pretty fucking indifferent. I have no idea what the bacteria themselves think about us, but may have some ideas.
Anyway…yeah…splinters.
Q: How wood our bodies deal with a splinter?
A: Tweezers?
Nope! Those are for Unibrow type people 😛
But yeah…if we get a splinter, and think we plucked it all out, but there are microscopic or larger particles that we cannot see, once that wound heals…how in the FUCK does the body know how to deal with it? Especially if we have loaded that wound with antiseptics and antibiotics and shit like that?
I know some people are prolly already leaning towards medicine/modern medicine, and are thinking about all of the lives that have been saved by antibiotics. And to that I would say…”Hey…yer preaching to the choir brother/sister”…they have saved my life a time or two. But…how long is that good for? I mean, not me personally, since I am utterly fucking hopeless/completely worthless…but as a species? As a planet? Do we really ALWAYS need antibiotics? I dunno the answer either. But, to me, it explains things like MRSA a bit.
Q: It is possible, that bacteria would be attracted to a certain area/wound, in order to assist?
A: ...
Lotta…separation types of thinking to think about there. Especially within the context of evolution, whether that be a compeletly automated process, intelligently designed/controlled, or both.
Sounds…familiar.
I’m gonna distance myself from this, all the way down to the next paragraph.
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
This “sidewall cooling” bit here may seem a bit out of order, but not really. If we are only looking at the energetic portion of an event, and not the anti-energetic portions of these events? Yeah…we’re prolly missing some shit. And by that I mean…what about all of those Electrons swirling around driving those Protons? What if they themselves are not behaving the way that you think they are? Anyone monitoring that shit?
I’m thinking pulses here, and how that directly relates to “the event”…but what I’ve been thinking about more and more is that some if not most of these electrons eventually aren’t moving at all. They are simply reconfiguring themselves in a single space, to accommodate a pull, rather than pushing. If you think in terms of a strobe-like effect, that is pulsing?
Yeah…thinking about it now, maybe more of a “plasma type-of phasing” that is working to prohibit, rather than facilitate. Maybe “accommodate” is a better way to think of this, since we are learning afterall. I’m trying to accommodate the heat AND the cold, as well as the motion and the time and times that are already nested in time and times. They are just…different sets of time and times that are operating at the same time. Almost like the disruption that happens just prior to a wing “going supersonic.” Not only as if to say “should we do this” or “are you sure you wanna do this”…but also a “can we do this.” That at some point, a particle/atom of Lithium can exceed the speed of light, if and when that becomes necessary.
Lotta green in that “Steve” whatever.
Just sayin'.
^SoogoWonk – Pink Missiles^
My blood-type has been tested and the results were AB-. But a few times, it has been tested as inconclusive, and sometimes AB+-ish. So thinking about my ugly scraggy-assed body in this big-assed Universe of ours…what would make someone’s blood type…waffle?
Say…if a certain someone may have a bunch of fiberglass embedded in their body, and the conductive nature of this material, and as these factors relate to the spin and spins of our environment(s)/Universe…ya think that might make someone with a rare blood-type like mine…erm…flakey?
I dunno. Prolly impossible. Prolly just my Bipolar Disorder acting up and giving me delusions of grandeur. And that shit is all localized and my environment has no effect on it.
Where was I?
WOMEN!!! Women are awesome.
Um…yeah…Morgellon’s. If I have a scar with some shiznit in there that could not be removed, what is my body supposed to do with it?
Welp, if we take a leap of faith here, and consider the possibility that this walking/talking learning machine that we occupy can get smart/clever all on it’s own, we might have a chance to investigate some channels that others might personify as “a bit off the beaten path.” Not like someone has already walked that “beaten path”…I mean…they have an injury for Chrissakes.
The body ALWAYS knows what to do? Yeah, me either. Meaning…I don’t know. But I know that I’ve had enough ingrown toenails and fingernails to know that cutting the fingernails can sometimes be a risky proposition. Not that I am suggesting that we not attend to our nails, but attending to them/being mindful of them is not inclusive ONLY of cutting them/making sure they are pretty. Swelling sometimes made those ingrown fingernails/toenails bearable and fixable. Cept for the time I had to get a nail cut-off in the doctor’s office. <BLECH!!!>
^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^
Q: Why would someone “crave” sugar?
A: Because they do.
If, according to science, the body seems to prefer lactose to glucose, why would we crave sugar? I mean, this shit causes Diabetes. Why would our body not be producing lactic acid? Lack of exercise? Lack of motion? “Chained” to a desk? If we think about those two substances as channels for communication, then include fat(s) and oil(s) and how those relate to the body?
Yeah…we wash a lot of that shit away…daily. So maybe there is a need to communicate? That communications are being slowed or disrupted? Maybe even stoppages? Like legs and feet going to sleep? I mean, thinking about sticky platelets in proximity to rubber-containing or synthetic rubber or polymer containing socks, pants, hose, shoes and shit like that? Who says that there is not some sort of attraction there with respect to someone shifting in their seat all day?
Almost as if the body is sensing an injury that is happening, but the internal messages are being disrupted due to other similar energies/materials in proximity to these messages. Maybe even…conflicting messages? Maybe to the point of cessation? Meaning, a material within the body starts to get signals that it is needed, then the warning is called off/postponed, but THEN…these same materials start to get messages via alternate pathways. Almost as if some backup system has kicked in to verify what the FUCK is going on. Or…not going on…as it were.
All of this not doing anything sure as shit is taking up a lot of time and resources for not much getting done. We better check this shit out.
^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^
I watched this movie called Looper sometime back, and it was really interesting, but it also freaked me the fuck out. Mainly because, it contained a lot of elements that I have pondered with respect to time-travel. Loops and Knots being the biggies. But not ever really knowing what those were, I keep my mind in the present, and they don’t seem quite as scary.
At least, not until you think about inventing some time machine, and at the moment of it’s creation, everyone and everything that would ever use that machine and its pathways pouring the fuck out of it all that that same time. Kinda gets…erm…gloopy and globby with all kinds of globules and stuff. Which…thinking of globules and meteorites with respect to that sky snot that is sometimes spotted in proximity to these events.
Been thinking about that transitional nature of things and the facilitators of these events/actions. Unburned jet fuel…for one. If the atmosphere contains a bunch of unburned jetfuel that is floating around up there, that gets turned into this gel shit that then falls to the earth and evaporates…um…is it me…or does it sound like something doesn’t know where to go?
If we think about satellites and the propellants that they use, and think about “crazy unpredictable weather” with respect to shit that has nowhere to go…do we…
A) Freak Out,
or
B) Freak Out,
or
C) Freak the FUCK OUT!!!
I dunno either. Just…thinking out loud. This is pretty basic stuff since we got all modernized and such.
Imma go play some Plants vs. Zombies.
^Röyksopp – Happy Up Here [Official Music Video]^
Yeah…this is the crazy kind of shit that I try not to think about when trying to think about how to make someone happy as best I can.
And yes…”me” is on that list of “People To Make Happy.”
I must have mental problems or some sort of personality trait defect.
News came through yesterday that Harleyrider, long-time commentator in the Blue Universe and fearsome fighting opponent of Tobacco Control has died. I’d shambled Harley at the LoL before… I’m sure wherever he is now, he still fighting for us smokers…
*Ha! Dawned on me too, Clicky… Tobacco Control are in SO much fucking trouble now…*
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
Anyone wanna dance? 
Hmmmmm......interesting.
Meh…we’ll figure it out.
HOWDY FUCKHEAD(S)!!!
So...
Who says chickens can't fly?
Crystalization Of The Brain.
I gotta take the trash out.
Library of Libraries 