Missive From ‘Merica: Valentine’s… Knot!

Brrr! Dear Reader, I have to say, the weather is particularly chilly today…

*Ooh Click, a favourite flick… /lights up… And tomorrow just ‘appens to be Valentine’s…*

* /drags… That’s a lot of sevens mentioned in those brief clips, Clicky. Interesting… /streams smoke…*

*Jesus fuck! /drops fag… What’s up, Clicky? Slow down… /retrieves cigarette…*

*A missive? From Cade? …/:D… Goody! I’ll go change the post title… /points… you go get a Song… /stubs butt… And calm down, Clicky! Some decorum please… /sprints…*

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Here, we see some “Grid Girls” in their unnatural habitat…watching with delight, in anticipation of the steady paycheck that their job affords them, as two legitimate and self-made ladies size each-other up just prior to fisting each other in a public spectacle.

There are also plenty of “Camera Men” on hand to catch the action, and the video(s) they take, will in turn be sold to millions of “Viewer Ships”. I admit, that I have no idea what that one guy trying to get between the “Fisting Ring Wraiths” is doing. He’s likely there is some decorative capacity…

just for show.

After meticulous study of the above image(s), one can only assume, that behind every good “Grid Girl” is a “Quid Dude”.

But let’s us not focus on that noise. Dunno bout you, but I’ve gotten myself all hot and bothered pondering the goings on in that pic. I’ve now have a wet, swampy mess in my shorts, and you are likely quite chilly…so let’s make some sweet sweet icy love noises.

^Hear the Otherworldly Sounds of Skating on Thin Ice | National Geographic^

Expansion.

Growth.

Change and changes. 

Changing.

It’s rough to know what to think about these concepts. Especially if you make and keep a more binary/tertiary observational outlook within your own personal unary thoughtstream(s). It allows for a more Quaternary base within thine own head, which should allow you to perhaps not be so single minded as to the concept of dynamic unary systems.

“Single minded” in this instance, means “fear”. 

Not telling you to be afraid, nor to not be afraid, just maybe be more mindful of fear when you as an individual notice it. NOT noticing it, is noticing it. Weird thought…eh?

Anyway, a few weeks ago we got us a pretty good freeze, and the outside firepit that whatshername bought last year…froze. It was full of water, so yeah…it froze when the weather changed…big shock. But when I noticed the ice, what caught my eye was how the water had expanded, and how there were multiple layers of ice within the firepit.

What occurred to me, was the importance of the water finding a new state, as the environment(s) around this concentration of water also changed. There were obviously layers of air that had weaved themselves within this small concentration of water, and when I poked my finger through the layers of ice, I began to think about the dynamics that caused this ice-layering phenomenon to occur. This firepit is basically just an giant metal bowl on legs that you can put wood into and burn it. Great for roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and is also great for sitting outside on a cold night and just watching the flames dance. It really doesn’t keep you physically warm per-se, but…what is…warming?

We do have a soul, and might even have some spirit. I wonder what warms that?

^Rare Video: Japan Tsunami | National Geographic^

That ice has had me to thinking for months. But most tend to take a “top-down” view of ice, and tend to ignore the surrounding air completely. So, not only does this have me turning that frozen firepit sideways and/or upside down while contemplating the hot/cold layers of surround air(s), it has me to thinking about…HUMANS!!!

Contextually anyway.

We do need air and water. We need other stuff too. But, is the presence of water alone, really indicative of the ability to support life? Science sure seems to think so. As a result, I have lined up some pictures for your consideration as to what is inviting, and what is not.

Oh…and someone posted this video somewhere. You are likely completely capable of determining the palatability of the music contained therein 🙂

^Why this awful sounding album is a masterpiece^


The Great Barrier Reef in Australia. Absolutely beautiful, and it appears to love you too. Although, it might be important to point out, that…

you cannot live on a reef. 

If your ship sinks or plane crashes near a reef, you may want to let the sharks eat you. Ever walked on coral before? Ever walked on coral after your feet have been wet for 2 or 3 days? Quite used to eating raw fish? OK, I’ll give you that one.

BUT!!! 

Outside of a Sushi restaurant, can you, starving and under duress, determine by sight which fishes are edible, and which ones aren’t? You can’t build a fire on a reef. Plus, that sunburn of yours is making you hate heat of any kind with a motherfucking PASSION.

Not to mention, that rules and regulations are such that you can’t just go visit the Great Barrier Reef; it has to be preserved for future generations. As such, if you board a boat and go out to the reef and start splashing around…yeah, the Australian air force is likely gonna see you out there. And when you get back to shore, they are gonna haul your ass to jail, and fine the fuck out of you. SOMETHING has to pay for all that overhead of airplanes and ships and approved scientific studies.

GET YOUR ASS BACK TO YOUR LAND HOLE WHERE YOU BELONG!!!

Sure…it’s beautiful. Perhaps even inviting. But not very hospitable.

Aokigahara Forest, or, “Sea Of Trees” in Japan. Stunning, and of course the masterpiece of a mountain known as Mount Fuji in the background.

Nevermind Bigfoot and/or bears, nor even death by exposure, starvation and/or dehydration… Aokigahara Forest is also known as “The Suicide Forest”. I wonder where it got that name. I wonder how it got that name. I wonder how bad it is to wander in that particular forest. No telling what you are going to see, but there’s a good chance that you are going to see some shit you don’t want to.

Plus, you can’t just pack some shit and go live in a forest. Only crazy people do shit like that. You gotta stick with and by the rules. Play by the rules. Live by the rules. Die by the rules. There are rules…

and they rule.

OK…go live in a fucking forest. See if I care. Just remember to buy all the shit that others say you need before you go.

Ahhhhh…Kiev…at night! So beautiful. So inviting. People everywhere. Just hangin’ out and chillin’.

Good luck getting there. Good luck getting out.

Good luck not winding up on every fucking intelligence agency’s radar, just because it’s been a lifelong dream of yours to go see and visit Kiev before you die. It’s just unfortunate that it took you so long to work your ass off and save up the cash to go when you did. Times change. Needs and wants change. Too bad you weren’t forward-thinking enough to change your dream destination from Kiev to Las Vegas. Don’t you watch the news?

So much for this stupid-assed “bucket list” concept...eh?

Of course, this doesn’t say much for the concept of “empire” either.

pre 911

A storm is brewing outside of one of the most famous and magnificent cities in history. But luckily, the mighty and awe-inspiring infrastructure is there to protect us from any and all storms.

We are mighty.

We are Americans.

We are American.

We are America!!!

(rawr)

Did you see the storm coming? Or do you see the storm already being there.

VERY hospitable.

But let’s upgrade and modernize. No need to dwell on the past.

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All wounds healed, perfect perfection of order reattained. Time to move on. Although, there was a fuckton of sweeping that made that stunning photo possible.

Ghosts. Ghosts of janitors and brooms.

Must be a lot of witches and wizards that work in the “janitorial arts”.

^Fyfe – Solace^

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If you deal in death, who is your enemy?

Once you have killed your enemy, who is left?

If your currency is death, what is your return?

Irrespective of the semantics…time, is always there.

Make of that what you will.
^Carnivàle – Black Blizzard^

If I tell you “X”, will you believe it? And if you believe it, does that make it so? Or do you need to walk a little further, and actually go out and prove it to yourself and others. Plus, you gotta verify my credibility as you go. Gotta have a scapegoat to point to, in the event shit gets any more sideways than it already is. Glory or Death…it’s the only way(s).

“Why” may get all the glory, but “How” is where it all happens.

I guess what I am thinking here, is labels. I wrote some bullshit over at my own blog yesterday, and it was regarding vector-based identification. What I’m primarily thinking about, is angular orientation of molecular spin. A proton looking at me, and me looking back at it. Not only that, but also judgment(s) and determination(s) of orientation(s) that are contextual…perspective(s) and relative measurements, based upon who is viewing who, and what, and the looking glass between.

^AC Slater – Bass Inside (Official Music Video)^

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Last night I was really bored, not much going on on The Web, so…I dug my shortwave radio out of the closet, plugged it in next to the bed, then laid in the dark and spun the dial for a few hours.

The LCD channel readout is illuminated. As a result, there were a few times where my perspective got a little warped as I laid there in the dark, spinning the channel dial. Meaning, the illuminated LCD channel readout face appeared to be further away from me than it really was. Ever had that happen before? You look at something indirectly for a long period of time, and your perspective of distance will change as your vision phases between near and far. Eventually, near looks far, and far looks near. I get the feeling that there is some particle alignment(s) that happens over time which causes this effect.

Keep in mind tho, that the eyes are only part of that. There are LOADS of particles inside and out that are seeking a balance. That balance can and does need to adjust as time rolls on. We ARE on a spinning planet, in a moving Universe, and we’ve blood and other fluids coursing through our bodies in the midst of all these changes and changing.

Q: Did you know that “Infowars” appears to broadcast on shortwave wavelengths?

A: Neither did I.

They must be survivalists or something.

I know this, it was funny as FUCK hearing Alex Jones doing a commercial for some product in the midst of all the doom and gloom talk. He was giving his own personal testimonial for some health product that he touted was/is…

“loaded with bone and cartilage and other great stuff that is really good for you!”

It got me to thinking about many things, but overall, I found that notion creepy as FUCK. It’s A-OK to take bones and cartilage into your being if it’s all ground up and down into pill form. But gnaw on a steak bone in your favorite restaurant, or eat the fat and/or gristle? Yeah…what a fucking uncivilized troglodyte.

^REZZ feat. Delaney Jane – Lost^

Not much in the way of content on shortwave that I found. There were some two-way conversations that I stumbled onto here and there, but these ham operators have some clever ways of disguising their voices and breaking up the transmission(s) to where on the receiver(s) know how to accurately receive the message(s). And there was a Christian broadcast out of New York City that was encouraging me to visit their website and let them know that I was listening on the radio.

We all like feedback and input. It’s nice to have streams available to us that allow us to “deepen the relationship”…as it were…should others choose to take that next step. But eventually, that can turn into justification(s) and recruiting, and I’m just not down with that. If there is an approval method, there is a nested rejection process. I’ll save us both/all the time and trouble, and just keep moseying on down the highway. Someone will accept me for who I am at some point. I sure hope whoever that is, is honest and ethical. I may need to go ahead and formulate some of my own criteria as to what is acceptable, and what is not. It may save me a lot of grief in the future.

😉

^The Fourth Man^

There was another Christian broadcast that I stumbled on, but listening to the guys talking, was so goddamn depressing, that I didn’t listen to it for very long. All they could fucking DO was talk about how utterly fucking worthless they and others were/are, and how there was one way, and ONLY one way that they were going to rise above and survive this filthy shithole of a world…

Jesus.

I don’t dispute that, but irrespective of what Jesus might think of me, Christians hate the living fuck out of me…so…erm…I’m left in a quandary as to what to do in that regard. That said, yeah, there was a lotta self-debasing, and I am fully capable of doing that on my own.

(irony = noted) 😛
^Turn Your Radio On [Live]^

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If I “lose” my reputation, how can I get it back? I mean…it’s my reputation…right? Did I lose it, or was it taken?

I think I understand the concept of “virtue signaling”, but I see how some are potentially trying to use this as something that perhaps it’s not. Or at least, doesn’t have to be.

EX: An AC/DC T-shirt.

Do you know who AC/DC is? I bet if you are a Judas Priest fan, and see someone wearing an AC/DC t-shirt, you likely know who AC/DC is, especially if you like Judas Priest and hate AC/DC. That said, is wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with a rock band’s name/logo…virtue signaling?

If so, you may want to give some consideration to your Calvin Klein underwear and/or you Louis Vuitton handbag. Afterall, you have not only helped to create this mess, you are also working your ass off to help pay in supporting it. Suddenly…”the economy”…and supporting it…just took on a whole new meaning…eh?

^Skrillex – Reptile^

Seeking quality goods is one thing, but I get kinda confused with the externalization(s) of this type of thinking. I don’t want the engine to fall out of a car that I just bought. But if the external branding of this car/brand was/is so important and so impactful, wouldn’t I have noticed this and these details prior to purchase of said car? I mean, does the Chevrolet name and logo scream quality to/at me?

OH RLY?!?!? 

What kind of quality…good, or bad?

I don’t give a flying fuck if you wear silk or cotton panties or even no panties at all. Whatever it is, or whatever it isn’t is fine with me. I’ll go buy a Gucci bag if you want one, and I don’t care if you buy one on your own. Anything and everything you bring to the table in a relationship, is fucking glorious.

That’s just my opinion tho. But to be fair, I am the one you are trying to make an impression on.

😉
^[Glitch Hop / 110BPM] – Pegboard Nerds & Tristam – Razor Sharp [Monstercat Release]^

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Yeah…I think that relationships can be rough if we walk around thinking that relationships can be rough. I just kinda think they are what they are. Doesn’t make the pain any less painful, nor does it make the elation any less elated. The stormiest of seas can be safely navigated in the right ship with the right crew. But irrespective of weather, if the journey wasn’t important, the destination(s) would be irrelevant.

What does journeying have to do with shortwave radio and molecular/atomic orientation(s)? All movement is a journey. It took you a long fucking time to learn how to crawl…how to walk…how to run…how to speak…how to take a shit and wipe your ass without redecorating the entire bathroom.

Q: When did you give up on learning/education?

A: /me shrugs

Many pathways. Certainly, some are “better” than others. Just because they are/were available to you, doesn’t mean they were/are available to me. I don’t despise you for your opportunities and achievements, so why is that courtesy not returned?

Prolly too much work involved.
^REZZ – Purple Gusher^

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Yeah…I’ve stumbled quite a bit in this here whatever. But if it wasn’t OK to stumble, then why is it possible?

If you take some time to ponder things like the cough, the sneeze, the hiccup, the twitch,  you’ll maybe start to understand the reason(s) for such disruptions. I mean, have you ever taken a few moments to ponder what would happen if you were unable to cough, yet there was a need to cough? Because I can see shit going from sane to madness in VERY short fucking order, if you needed to cough, but could not. That should bring us nicely, to something known as…

the fart.

Do you really think it a good idea to hold on to something that your body is telling you that you need to get rid of/dispense with? I’ve given lots of thought to the concept of puckering and/or holding in, and mainly in and along the lines of smooth-muscle tissue(s). Especially those soft tissues of the rectum and/or colon. There is lots of motion going on in that region of the body, and there is likely a symmetry to that motion within the body, as well as the symmetry within a body. Not that I have Diverticular Disease or anything, which I doo, butt who cares about that?

Anyway, after my second upper & lower GI, and after the second time of having to have my esophageal sphincter stretched out to 15cm with a medical balloon, I was like…

FUCK this shit!!! 

There has to be some other shit going on here. That revelation has led me on quite the journey.

^Knife Party & Tom Morello – Battle Sirens^

Sorry…butt your eagerness to discuss certain inflammatory bullshit, all while ignoring and/or refusing to talk about other potentially unpleasant things, confuses me. Especially when and if you are riding some rail of “we’ll talk about that later”, all under the auspices of “if you ignore it long enough, it’ll go away”. Because after thinking about it, it’s not the topic(s) that you want to go away…it’s the messenger.

I wonder if that will change over time?

All that said, with the prevailing “if they don’t do what we want, vote them out” mentalities being so prevalent, is it really any wonder that you have trouble finding dates? Is it really any wonder that “scrolling” is so goddamn popular? Hopping from here to there in search of the answer(s) you seek? Which, I find extremely weird, because you have the question(s) and answer(s), and yet, you want to find someone else to do it, so you can go do something else.

Weird.

Anyway, Tinder is a scrolling app for separating the wheat from the chaff, and the kings and queens from the riff-raff, and supposedly, it’s pretty popular.

lolz...”pretty popular”...lolz
^Datsik & Virtual Riot – Nasty^

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There’s plenty of shit that I’d rather not talk about. I certainly don’t want to be talking about shit “in code” when English is readily available. Too much room for misunderstanding. But I guess that’s the nature of learning, and relationships, and learning about the nature of relationships.

Then I guess it’s just a matter of surviving the bumps and bruises.

Message rec'd. Delayed perhaps, but, received.

🙂

^Pendulum – Tarantula [HD]^

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Behold, a final song.

It's weird as fuck. 

Enjoy!!!

^Doctor P – Flying Spaghetti Monster^

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^James Last – Russian Melodies^

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Cade sends Roob a missive and a link

*Geologic Time Scales? …/scratches head… *

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*/squints… Is that a seven key legend, Clicky? …/lights up… Heh!*

We hope your cockles will be sufficiently warmed tomorrow, Dear Reader… And have a Song ❤

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Lashings Of It

Cade has very kindly been listening to the most recent John Lamb Lash talks with me, Dear Reader. His missive, below, was written and emailed to me shortly before we started listening to the latest talk, last night…

*Participation and spiders, Clicky… /lights up… Both the JLL talk and the missive concern participation and spiders… /drags… And Cade’s blog post yesterday morning mentions ‘Tension‘…*

*/screams and drops cig… You fucking bastard, Clicky!! …/scrambles round for lit fag… Don’t scare the shit out of me like that… /brushes off ASH… You utter bastard!*

*Yeah you better run… swim… whatever… /resumes smoking to calm nerves…*

I’ll, um, see you at the bottom, Dear Reader. Enjoy!

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I would greet you fucks…but I’m not going to. I just heard a really funny story about yoga balls, and I’m far too wrapped up in that story to say hello to you or anyone else.

Go away.
^R. Stevie Moore – I Like To Stay Home (1986)^

Maybe this bit below is why we fail our fellow humans…

(lolz...bit below...lolz)

With respect to the above, the first thing that has popped into my head while writing this is “hit it and forget it”…but prolly not for the reason(s) you might think.

^Juan Wauters – Woke Up Feeling Like Sleeping^

I was thinking about finding new species. We find something, observe it a bit, make some notes about our observations, maybe draw some pictures, and maybe capture or even kill this one of a kind new something so we can drag its remains back to some group for them to have to a look at it too. We then get proclamations and some accolades, or perhaps are even met with skepticism and are denied those things.

No wonder we are so shitty to each other...eh? 

We find something completely new and completely unique, then we treat it like there are plenty more where that came from. What if the one you found, was the only one there was? Would you treat that something any differently?

^Clio – Faces (1985)^

I guess the same could be said about studying existing species of life on this planet. We observe for changes by ripping some something’s gut out, make some observations, note significances, then remark about how we – and what we’re doing as a species –  is causing changes or damage in other species.

YA THINK?!?!?!? 

You just ripped that poor animal to shreds!!!

Killed it in cold blood!!!

I smell something fishy lurking in the shadows, and it’s not just and only Newton’s 3rd.

^Fugazi-Waiting room^

Maybe this spider knows that no other gal will ever be good enough for them.

Maybe they chew their dick off because they are/were being observed.

Maybe it’s because they are in captivity.

Are they in captivity? 

Maybe there is some other purpose(s). Fucking ain’t just and only about fucking, any more than it is about just and only procreation.

Seems to be more going on there. 

Are we being good observers? More than that…

Are we being good participants? 

I can answer these questions…can you? Maybe some of the answers I can provide may be more questions…but since when can questions not be answers? If I answer more questions with answers, than with questions, I may not be thinking of you and your own situation. I may not be custom tailoring my answers for you and only you. There are situational considerations to be made as well.

^The Stone Roses – I Wanna Be Adored^

LET’S GET NAKED!!!

Adoration
Hand-Kissing
Kowtow
Proskynesis
Prostration
Bowing
Genuflection
Kneeling
Thai Greeting
Namaste
Hierarchy
Insubordination
Discrediting Tactic
Destabilisation
Setting Up To Fail
FIFO (Computing And Electronics)
Fit In Or Fuck Off
Culture Of Fear

Isn’t there a story about a guy wandering in the wilderness searching for a master, who unknowingly keeps bumping into God on his travels, but each time they meet, the guy always gives the wrong greeting and/or salutation?

I think there is some short discussion that occurs as to religion that transpires, and perhaps something about the wandering guy bouncing from religion to religion because he is not finding what he is looking for. The undertone being: maybe what you are searching for is also searching for you, maybe even that you’ve already found each other, and that’s there’s a “getting to know each other” process that goes on.

Afterall, the student chooses the master as much as the master chooses the student.

I dunno…maybe I just made all that shit up. I’d hate to claim it as my own if I didn’t make it up tho. I’ve read a lot of shit in my time. Prolly another reason I’m hesitant in writing fiction. Tough to find your own way when you are loaded down with information and data from sources of all kinds.

^the flowers – after dark^

Anyone else use Twitter? I saw a Tweet today where someone was supposedly looking for their grandparents that had gone missing after a flood.

I saw another Tweet recently, where some dude was looking for his lost roommate that had been missing for some time. I can’t find that one, but that’s the basics of the Tweet.

Um...isn't this kinda dangerous? 

Lot’s of ways for shit to go wrong here. Lot’s of people that disappear because they choose to do so, and there is all kinds of nosiness that can completely fuck that up. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. But this makes me think of just and only…justice.

Q: Does the legal system(s) where you live work perfectly all the time?

A: How do you know?

What a slippery slope we sometimes find ourselves on. We like our closure(s).

^kate fagan i don’t wanna be too cool^

We need a prosecution and defense in order to forward our agenda(s). We need expert analysis and analysts. We need every detail picked apart, so we can get rid of the shit that doesn’t serve our purpose(s), and bolster the shit that does.

But as I write this, I wonder about the same with respect to honesty in writing. Is it necessary to be dishonest when writing fiction? THAT’S a concept I had not pondered previously, and now that I am thinking about it, it’s causing me a bit of distress.

If I start getting hung up on precepts, I can’t tell my story. And that’s all I’m trying to do, is tell a story. Several stories actually. All fictional, of course, but also very real. Trying to be as mindful as I can, and that’s all I can do.

/me shrugs
^BEACH HOUSE // Space Song^

Life treating you OK today?

Good. 

Yes…I realize that I just assumed your mood, and I should be punished accordingly. But irrespective of whether you are feeling rotten or good, maybe sending some good thoughts a certain woman and her daughter’s way will help you out. I read a Tweet where a woman’s daughter is having some issues, and the woman is having issues with the hospital in trying to get some treatment for her daughter.

Always sucks to hear about someone in distress, and I myself can do nothing to help. So, I do what I can. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give.

^Gregory Isaacs – Something Nice^

Been thinking about the assumptions that we make about people based on certain criteria, and how that can hurt relationships.

EX: If you are getting all of your relationship advice from your best friend, and your best friend has hated your bf/gf from the moment you met them, how reliable is that advice counted on to be? Do you think that someone would try to intentionally steer you towards or away from certain things that might make the situation worse?

Not that much of a stretch really. When you are counting on navigational information from someone else, and you are the one that is actually steering the ship, you’ve got several relationships to consider there, and not just and only the one you are asking for advice about. I mean, you are the one that is steering the ship, but the ship being steered is you and your life.

Just thinking out loud.
^BAD BRAINS – ‘I Against I’^

I just saw an image that said “Key Of Solomon Deciphered”…yeah…that thing above.

So…what are you gonna do now? You gonna kick God in the balls, take his shit and run?

rofl

Seriously…what’s your plan? Or are you expecting Heaven to descend, and knowledge and riches to be bestowed thusly upon thee because of thine supa-smartz? Cause I’m kinda thinking, that any time that “Now what?” cannot be answered by you, yeah…someone is gonna answer it for you.

If you’ve not figured out, that some mysteries are created as “busy-work” to, if for no other reason, keep you out of trouble, you may not be as smart as you think you are.

Meaning: Yeah. Some mysteries are solved for the sake of solving them, and nothing more.

But you gotta keep that in context. Some mysteries are there just for the ride. For the thrill. Just like amusement park rides. And with respect to amusement park rides, the smaller and less intense rides gets us more comfortable for the bigger and more intense rides

...right? 

Or have we already forgotten some context?

^Ariel Pink – Put Your Number In My Phone (Official Video)^

Been watching a lot of roller coaster vids recently, and some of these vids are really amazing. The rides that they are coming up with are nuckin’ futz. That said, there was one where the guy was reviewing his “Top 10 Worst Coasters” and it got me to thinking about focusing on just and only “big stuff” and “intense stuff” and “new stuff” and the like.

As he started knocking on “old” roller coasters, it got me to thinking about paying homage. Surviving the rough rides in order to figure out how to get to the smoother ones. But it also got me to thinking about “going back”. When I go to my local amusement park, which is Six Flags Over Texas, I always ride “the old rides”.

Six Flags Over Texas

My favorite is “The Runaway Minetrain”.

Runaway Mine Train (Six Flags Over Texas)

The seats are uncomfortable, the ride is rough, it’s clunky, it’s jerky, it smooths out here and there, then it does all that shit over again. It was one of the first “steel roller coasters” in the world. Compared to the wooden roller coasters of the time, it was smooth as glass, but that comparative shit gets old quick. You start comparing stuff to everything else, eventually everything loses it’s own flavor, and you are left with nothing but a bland bitterness that eventually itself degrades to null.

Nothing. 

Not even bitter nor bland…just…nothing.

^John Maus – Believer (Official Video)^

Wanna take a ride?

^Official Runaway Mine Train POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Maybe we sometimes get lost when “coming up”. We focus on the prize and forget the ride that got us there. Prolly why amusement parks team up games of chance along with thrill rides. It helps to better make the distinction of when and where chance is on your side, and when and where chance has been almost completely eliminated.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of winning are just about null.

Hence, chance is on your side.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of dying are just about null.

Hence, chance is not on your side.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Your participation is required of course. Choosing not to participate is as valid of a choice as any.

^Ariel Pink – Another Weekend [Official Video]^

When presented with a problem, the implication is that there is also an accompanying solution. That could be anything and everything from trying to find it, to not trying to find it. When and how we get our own satisfaction is dependent on us. No one and nothing is perfect. But that allows us the freedom, motivation(s) and mobility to seek perfection.

How ironic...eh?

Attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Not attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Me trying to write may be a lost cause. 😐

^Official Titan POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Did you watch the video above? Did you notice how fast the ground is coming at you on the diving hills? The top speed of this ride, The Titan, is reportedly 85 miles per hour, which is 136.794 kilometers per hour. So, if you want to watch it again, and pay attention maybe to some of the stuff that’s on the ground, and how quickly those objects go from tiny, to not very tiny at all, consider that you are traveling roughly 85mph/137kph. Then consider this…

Imagine how fast shit would be happening if you were traveling at 450mph/724kph.

Shit will start happening even faster once you slow down.

Why? Because now we have not only some context, but we’ve got context with contrast.

Have you ever traveled at 450 miles per hour?

Have you ever traveled at 724 kilometers per hour?

Really?

What did you have for contrast?

Just and only…say…a clock?

Or did you have a clock, and maybe…a map?

Were you on/in an airplane?

Do you know how fast you were going when you took off?

Do you know how fast you were going when you landed?

Did shit ever kinda get…blurry?

^Judas Priest – Troubleshooter^

I don’t make myself ride the old rides…but yeah…I kinda do. Try to anyway. Fun is fun. That said, when we forget, maybe giving something a re-whirl will jog some memories that we’ve forgotten. May remind us of some stuff that we tried to remember, but forgot. It your judgement. Exercise it accordingly.

^R. Stevie Moore & Ariel Pink – SteviePink Javascript (2001)^

cYacFa

^Virna Lindt – Underwater Boy^

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*Oh, so you’ve come back? …/final drag… No, it wasn’t that funny… /stubs butt… Go get a Song… /sigh…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… ❤

 

Missive From ‘Merica: The Eclectic Metric

Cade the Okie Devil in Text US has sent through his first missive of 2018…

*/taps fingertips together with excitement… I think so too, Clicky… I can feel it in my water…*

Catch you bottom, Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤

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This one is gonna be a shade different.

Is that OK with you? Good.

The following was written on last Tuesday…

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Hi.

It’s Monday January 2rdst of 2018.

Let’s get to it.

^ATTLAS – Chemical Low Moan^

If the road isn’t serving your needs?

Divide it.

You’ve the right of way…right?

^deadmau5 – Saved^

A certain someone has been picking at my smallish brain about proceedural types of considerations in certain environments. Such as “English” being the “common language” amongst pilots/aviators. I live in a country that speaks English for the most part, so speaking English while flying kinda makes sense to me. I’ve been abroad, so speaking English while flying makes sense to me, but also kinda not.

That said, aviation has its own vernacular. Things borrowed from elsewhere or created out of necessity to represent something specific. No real mystery there because we do that everywhere…but…it’s certainly mysterious.

Or at least, it can be. 

But the objective is communications and communicating. We rely on each other to pull that off. As to whether or not the communications are successful? Let’s wait until we are either safely in the air, or safely on the ground to discuss the particulars…k?

^Matt Lange – You’ll Remember Me (ATTLAS Remix)^

Communications are going to get crossed. Garbled. Misunderstood. To expect 100% is the same as expecting 0% because there are no margins for error. No room for forgiveness. No room to navigate in the moment. That seems to present a domino type of situation where all involved are equally responsible, which means they are potentially equally irresponsible. Or am I being too specific?

^ATTLAS – Burned^

There was a Tweet that caught my eye…

I’ve been thinking about the resonance of metal(s) and stone(s), and other building materials as is pertains to construction. But more than that, I’ve been thinking about transportation of these same things.

Q: Does the Earth/Terra notice when something is moved?

A: !!!

Why wouldn’t our planet know when something is missing? Why wouldn’t our planet notice when something suddenly appears? There seems to be accommodation(s) made in the environment for things to appear and disappear…right? So…all that gold in, say, Kentucky, would you be willing to entertain the possibility that our planet knows where every atom of gold in Kentucky came from?

If so, do you really want to trace that knowing of when and where that gold came from for the entirety of the suspected 13.8 billion year age of our Universe? Might wanna think about carbon and your dating methods before answering. You might get lost in time somewhere.

Just sayin'
^How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead Cover^

This one is gonna be a shade different.

Is that OK with you? Good.

The following was written today, which is today.

j/k

Today, is Sunday January 7th, 2018.

The above is as far as I got last Tuesday. It was a weird week. Having trouble thinking. It’s like another one of those transitional phases where everything is shifting. Or at least, everything is shifting in my head. When this happens, it’s almost like playing catchup with myself in my head. Loads of shit that I’ve not thought about in a while comes crashing in, and I’ve gotta kinda reconcile what falls where as it relates to stuff that I’ve added.

Normally, I would kinda keep this sort of shit “under control” by reading and commenting on blogs elsewhere, along with writing missives/whatevers. But I’ve been avoiding that.

Meh...whatever.
^ATTLAS – Tiff’s Theme^

So yeah…onward…from here…

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Q: Is a nuclear weapon fluid?

A: ???

No? The how did it come together? How did something, that is designed specifically to come apart, come together, if it is not fluid?

Oh…and good morning to you.

^Echobelly – Kali Yuga^

Was just watching a documentary on Rocky Flats weapons plant in Colorado…USA. In it, there was a bit where the plant had tried to dispose of waste by mixing it with concrete, then storing it in blocks after the concrete dried. Um…we’re talking about radioactive shit here…right?

Rocky Flats Plant

Rocky Flats Truth Force

Dark Circle (Film)

Unfortunately, the concrete blocks started to leak and/or melt.

Oozey. 

So now, they are oozing radioactive shit everywhere, from a long-term storage area. I wonder if it rains in Colorado?

^Albert Hammond – It never rains in southern California + text^

Got to thinking about this new Counter-Social website that is supposed to be some alternative to Twitter because the latter blocks half the planet from using the website. I thought about it, mainly because I was kinda curious as to how it was working out for those that switched from Twitter to Counter-Social when all that…whatever it was…happened.

Just…how’s it going? Nothing more than that. But as I started to think about asking, something occurred to me, and as I type this, even more is occurring to me. But what first occurred to me is “why jump ship, just because there is suddenly an alternative that seems better?”

Three Sisters (Oregon)

It’s your life, you can do whatever you want with it, and you don’t need me to tell you that. But whitelisting and blacklisting is nothing new to The Internet.

Whitelist

Blacklisting

Greylisting

IUCN Red List

Seems we are big on lists and listings.

Angle Of List

Seems we are REALLY big on lists and listings.

^Al Stewart – Year Of The Cat^

It’s never…the machine.

Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire

March 25th 1911.

It’s never…the machine’s fault.

The reason? Welp, when shit breaks…you can’t get your hands around the throat of the guy who designed the sewing machine. You can’t get your hands around the guy who built the machine. You can’t get your hands around the neck of the guy who designed or built the part within the machine that failed. You can only get your hands around the neck of the guy who bought the machine…and that’s YOU.

You can't choke yourself to death. 

The machine that sits atop the machines must run, and you are the machine that runs the machines. There must be someone else to blame. So…let’s find them, and make them pay.

Fault

Once the fault has been established…

                   all we gotta do now…

is tear them a new one.

^Triangle Fire | PBS American Experience^

There’s only one way to “not”.

Don’t.

Knot that up, remember it, or not, whatevz.

😉
^AL STEWART “Time Passages”^

Dunno where this song came from, and I hate this type of music, but…meh. Someone else might like it.

^Karen Peck & New River – Everybody’s Going Through Something^

Is January too late to keep “The Christmas Spirit” going? I thought of mentioning to whatshername that she might wanna consider taking the Christmas lights down by February. They are still up, still plugged in, still burning every night.

Doesn’t bother me – I love Christmas lights – but the city that I live in starts ticketing people in February if Christmas lights are not taken down. And I mean like they have people drive around during the day to check and see if there are still exterior Christmas lights on your home or in your yard. If so, they ticket you. Maybe that’s why “The Christmas Spirit” hauls ass after New Years.

/me shrugs
^Carol of the Bells – Amazing Piano Solo – David Hicken^

For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.

^Christmas 2013: Inside a Chinese toy factory^

For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.

^Electronic Toy Market – Yiwu China Futian Market^

For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.

^Wholesale toys market in Guangzhou on Yide street^

For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.

^Guangzhou Dream Factory – Trailer^

Ever watch a silent movie? Welp…NOW YOU CAN!!!

^Guangzhou (Canton) China in 1930^

How’d those fucks get up to The North Pole anyway? Don’t those assholes know, that the only way to get from one continent to another is via the land bridge provided by/near The Bering Straight? You can’t walk on ice. That shit melts.

Only humans are smart enough to know this.
^Bering Land Bridge Migration Theory^

If these ancient fucks were smart, they’d build a rocket, walk across the satellites, then parachute back to Earth/Terra. It’s the only way to get to where you are going. Which… where are you going?

Or is it none of my business.
^Why We May Not Be Able to Visit Space in the Future^

Did you know, that if all ice on Earth/Terra melts, we will all be dead. That means, we won’t be able to make and/or watch panic videos anymore.

😦
^How Will Earth Change If All the Ice Melts?^
How accurate were those in 1950 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2000 CE?

How accurate were those in 1968 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2018 CE?

How accurate were those in 2018 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2050 CE?

I guess we’ll find out on that last one…unless we’ve all long since drown.

I wonder if someone or something can drown in garbage?
^These Are the Events That Will Happen Before 2050^

Let’s ask Google a question…

Q: How heavy is CO2?

A: Carbon dioxide has one carbon atom and two oxygen atoms, and a molecular weight of 44 grams per mole. Hence, carbon dioxide has a higher density, or is heavier than air.

Let’s ask Quora a question…

Which is heavier air or carbon dioxide?

Wait…didn’t we get the same answer from both places? Meh…who cares. Anyway…I wonder what “the electrical content” is within air? All that shit floating around up there HAS to create a fuckton of friction. Doesn’t friction create static electricity?

Static

Static Electricity

Welp…if all this shit is moving, what is so “static” about it? Or is that the mystery. How shit moves, without moving at all, all while…moving.

(gulp...weird)

Movement (Clockwork)

Speaking of movements, I need to go take a shit…BRB.

^20 Signs You Are Being Gaslighted! Psychological Abuse by Narcissists & Sociopaths^

AH!!! I feel refreshed!!!

Um…can robots shit? Or do they rely completely, and totally, on you to keep their fluid levels where they need to be and keep their asses wiped for them? There is something to be said about the art of shit…

Poop

Turds
Dookie

Growlers

Scat

Stool

Fecal matter

DOO DOO!!! DOO YOU NOT HAVE ENOUGH WORDS FOR METABOLIC WASTE?!?!?!?

Feces

Anyway, there are quite a few nested processes in place that involve repackaging last night’s dinner for something/someone else. I dunno what you ate last night, but it prolly looked a shade better when you shoved it into your pie hole than it did when it came out.

And yet, were you to shit in your front yard for a few months, you’d have the best looking lawn in the neighborhood in no time. Might not have any neighbors around to see it cause they’ve all moved…but a nice lawn nonetheless. If you are on a septic system, that’s how you can tell if your septic tank is leaking. The grass around it will be growing like mad, and it will be tall and green. Prolly trying to get away from your stinky poo.

But yeah, not much goes into in/out considerations for robots in robotics…it’s all about the brain and smarts. Prolly stings to a robot to not have any way to relate as to what is transpiring and what a person is going through when they take a shit. So with that in mind, and thinking about all the other differences between humans and robots, how well can we ever really relate?

I've no idea.
^Broken Social Scene – Protest Song (Official Audio)^

So…how can something survive supporting it’s own weight?

So…how can something survive supporting it’s own wait?

Roob pointed out Lamb Waves to me the other day. Something I had added to a Missive/Whatever sometime back. That has been thinking about distances more than anything. I’m thinking fluidity and solidity here, but a more progressive type that is contextual based on the observer/participant.

EX: Air is heavy as fuck. But you typically need wind in your face to detect this. That’s why any and all objects that are dropped from altitude, will tumble. The only way around this, is to know this in advance, and accommodate the mechanics of it, depending on what you are dropping.

Such as…

Phoenix Shot Tower

That’s why rifling in the barrel of a firearm helps a bullet to not tumble as it falls.

And yes...a bullet is falling.

Rifling

Dew Point

Dew…Point.

Doo…Point.

Coincidence?

Coincidense is more like it.

I’m kinda dumb, and slow too, so it takes a while for my dumb and stupid to catch up to one another.

😉
^Cocteau Twins – Donimo^

It’s currently 11:03 on Sunday January 7th 2018, and I’ve stumbling around on the above crap for a coupla hours now. But I’ve got some shit to get to. Such as… It was hinted at, that perhaps, I should read my recent short story aloud and record it.

I re-read most of it last night, and thought about how I would read it aloud. The conclusion that I came to, is that I would read it exactly as I heard it in my head as I wrote it. Granted, I’ve re-read the story several times, have noticed some things that I would change in order to better help a reader understand what I am talking about, but there are few of these. I don’t want to be patronizing to the reader. Not trying to be condescending either, but I also want to tell my story.

The only way I can do that, is to actually tell my story. Only I know what I was thinking as I wrote it and, as I wrote it, I found that I was omitting as much, if not more, than I was actually writing. But in thinking about it now, we can’t do everything at once. I mean, the point is getting there…right? Sure, being there is great…but we gotta get there to do that. Lotta twists and turns, and a lotta boring straightaways mixed in there too.

^Soulwax – Do You Want To Get Into Trouble? (Official Video)^

In a few minutes, I’m gonna fire up Audacity, and see if I can record me reading my story using my headphones, which has a microphone.

Audacity (Audio Editor)

I’m gonna do a few quick test recordings, see how the audio sounds, then go from there. If it works, I’m gonna read each section, convert the Audacity MP3 file to MP4, then upload it to YouTube.

Comparison Of Free Software For Audio

I gotta be mindful of the audio file size, because when I recently tried to transfer some of my music from analog to digital, the MP3 to MP4 file converter didn’t handle files around 100MB very well. In fact, it didn’t handle them at all. Not knocking the service, because the service is awesome.

100MB of audio to convert from one format to another is a tall order for a free online service. I’ll just have to be mindful of how big the audio files are, because I’ve no idea how long it will take for me to read it aloud. That’s why breaking it up section by section is prolly gonna be the way to go. Audio files tend to be huge as you work with them, and it takes a fuckton of compression to get the file size down to something more palatable.*

*This is in no way to imply that listening to me talk will be palatable. I’ve a really bad Texas accent, and several speech impediments that I’ve learned to accommodate and/or hide very well. Or at least, sometimes. No telling when they are going to crop up, which they tend to when I lose myself in what I am doing, and I am not being mindful of trying to put on an act for someone else.

^Birdy – Wings (Nu:Logic Remix)^

Could sound assist us in determining age? I got to speaking with Roob the other day about these Lamb Waves, and it got me to thinking about chasing phantoms. Meaning, if science and/or scientists are not studies of history, or at least somewhat of a study of histories, how can they be sure they are not chasing our own shadows?

The resonance of nuclear detonations HAS to still be resonating within our planet. Not to mention all of the drilling, all of the mining, all of the commercial blasting, all of the cars, all of the ships, all of the electricity and electrical gadgetry…that shit adds up.

^Chapterhouse – Pearl^

I am just wondering, at what point, are we discovering shit, that we actually created. We are rushing from discovery to discovery, and the time to actually look at these discoveries and compare them with others…is anyone doing that? Or is that left to “the fringe” idiots of global warming and conspiracy? Because I got news for you…

everything is valid at some point. 

Truth, falsehoods, doesn’t matter. A falsehood needs to be true, in order for it to be false. Get your head wrapped around that concept, and you can prolly see why the need for absolute divisions between the concepts of good and evil are perceived to exist.

^Aircrash Bureau – Time To Die (1990)^

Should we summarize and see where we made it to?

Never done that before.

Let’s skip it.

You’re more than capable of doing your own homework.

I suck at it.

🙂

^The Cure: The Snakepit^

I got a parting query…

Q: Can you be anything you aren’t?

A: ?¿?

Lemme word that differently…

Q: Can you be anything you cannot be?

A: ¿?¿

Yeah…both are valid pretty much. Of course, it depends on who you ask.

May wanna exercise judgement there as to who to ask, and who not to ask.

Might get punched in the nose.

Some angry people out there.

So I’m told anyway.

/me shrugs
^Rocky Flats “Secrets of a Bomb Factory”^

cYacFa

^The Cure – Prayers For Rain^

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rcq3o

*/rolls eyes… Yeah, I know you can Clicky…*

Happy New Year you Dear Reader, and a Happy New Year, Cade ❤ …Have a Song…

It’s a Bug’s Life

No, not the Pixar movie, Dear Reader…

*/grins… I love that film, Clicky…*

Sew… carrying on from today’s earlier post, and I’d really like to get this one wrapped up before the end the year, let’s take a look at the word ‘bug‘…

“insect, beetle,” 1620s (earliest reference is to bedbugs), of unknown origin, probably (but not certainly) from or influenced by Middle English bugge “something frightening, scarecrow” (late 14c.), a meaning obsolete since the “insect” sense arose except in bugbear (1570s) and bugaboo (q.v.).

Probably connected with Scottish bogill “goblin, bugbear,” or obsolete Welsh bwg “ghost, goblin” (compare Welsh bwgwl “threat,” earlier “fear,” Middle Irish bocanách “supernatural being”). Some speculate that these words are from a root meaning “goat” (see buck (n.1)) and represent originally a goat-like spectre. Compare also bogey (n.1) and Puck. Middle English Dictionary compares Low German böggeböggel-mann “goblin.” Perhaps influenced in meaning by Old English -budda used in compounds for “beetle” (compare Low German budde “louse, grub,” Middle Low German buddech“thick, swollen”).

In the United States bug is not confined, as in England, to the domestic pest, but is applied to all insects of the Coleoptera order, which includes what in this country are generally called beetles. [Farmer & Henley, “Dictionary of Slang and Colloquial English,” 1912 abridged edition]

Meaning “defect in a machine” (1889) may have been coined c. 1878 by Thomas Edison (perhaps with the notion of an insect getting into the works). Meaning “person obsessed by an idea” (as in firebug“arsonist”) is from 1841, perhaps from notion of persistence. Sense of “microbe, germ” is from 1919. Bugs “crazy” is from c. 1900. Bug juice as a slang name for drink is from 1869, originally “bad whiskey.” The 1811 slang dictionary has bug-hunter “an upholsterer.” Bug-word “word or words meant to irritate and vex” is from 1560s.

As we heard earlier, a pearl is created from a grain of sand or a parasite irritating the fuck out of any oyster…

39357032e253b8e497ae08e9e25772d9

*/lights up… Yeah and an oyster can irritate the fuck out of you if it’s contaminated with a bug… /puffs…*

The seed of this shamble idea was sown in January 2015 but it started to germinate on this Friday evening just gone…

germinate

*Germinnate… /drags… innit! …/blows smoke ring…*

… When Cade DMed me on Twitter…

Cade fell asleep Roob wants to see why 1Cade mentions sandy hook Roob spots a Ruby

*/taps ash… SandyHook… /drags… I dunno, Clicky, sounds beachy…*

*/smokes and thinks… We are completely immersed and riddled with bacteria, Clicky… We can’t live without them. They are everywhere and they are invisible…*

Indeed I had contacted my other bestie, Leggy, in January 2015 on a bacteria-related query – he’s a proper microbiologist…

 

Go to man 1

A Void had posted an interesting idea at Red Frank‘s MEROVEE

 

tenor

*/cough… I couldn’t believe it when I read the link again, Clicky… /pats lips… She starts off talking about archons! …/drags…*

A Void wonders about Archons and gut bugs and Roob asks for links

A Void’s links…

… And Leggy’s reply…

Go to man 2

… Of course I replied…

Go to man 3

Missive From ‘Merica: “Phore?” */sigh…*

 

*Clicky! I asked you to sort these missive posts for me ‘cos I’m feeling as fat as fuck after today’s Christmas lunch blowout… No need to be so aggressive…*

Phoresy (n.)

“association between organisms in which one is carried on the body of another but is not a parasite,” 1914, from French phorésie (1896), from Greek phoresis “being carried,” from pherein “to carry,” from PIE root *bher- (1) “to carry,” also “to bear children.”

*I feel like I ate the motherlode earlier… /rubs extended tummy… I shouldn’t have ordered two pies…*

*You’re telling me! …/shakes… head… slowly…*

The second course of Cade’s latest massive missive, Dear Reader, is ready to be served… Enjoy!

 

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I can't remember what I was gonna put here.
^Post Malone – rockstar ft. 21 Savage^

What are you gonna do once everything is purified? Live happily ever after? Just thinking that if you can’t do that here and now, you sure as shit ain’t gonna be able to do it there. Whatever happens, you gotta jump on board, and you gotta do it quickly. Almost like a game of hot-potato, except you are playing the game with a snowball. It can, and will, melt. Gotta get it while it has legs, and pass it on quickly. Make your mark on it, and pass it off.

I mean...on.
^Alvvays – Dreams Tonite [Official Video]^

I was thinking the other day about prefixes. Prefixes that appear to be prefixes, but are actually complete thoughts in and of themselves. We encounter this a lot within writing, speech and language, and we are told by some that we neglect or take these bits for granted.

Well, if that’s the case, then what is the purpose of a complete thought? What is the purpose of understanding within the coalesced totality of a complete thought? Is it possible to neglect a part, within the whole, when being mindful of the entirety of the whole? Or perhaps you fucks are too bent out of shape on the “value added” kinds of shit that multi-syllabic words bring to the table?

Anyway, what I was thinking about was more along the lines of people and peoples. Sami, Lappi, Ichi, Yahi, Inui, Romani, Oni, Atlanti, Hopi, etc. Divisions within divisions nested in and amongst singularities that are embedded within other singularities. Sound confusing? It shouldn’t. That’s where a lot of tinkering is going on. A join is just as much of a division as a division is. You don’t have to look far to find joins being divisive in all kinds of ways.

Ishi

Efferia

List of Asilidae species: E

What do Robber Flies have to do with people, peoples and/or a man named Ishi who was the last known Yahi in America?

I dunno. What were we even talking about?

😉

‘That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh.’

Genesis 2:24

‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.’

Ephesians 5:31

Maybe that’ll kick start your brain and being into thinking about other things where joins may divide.

^Sleep Party People – I’m Not Human At All^

So what about gravity and anti-gravity?

Lifestyle Disease (Redirected from Diseases of Civilization)

Affluenza

Democracy

I dunno. What about gravity and antigravity? Let’s take a peek!!!

Cosmic Corridors...might...just...show us the way.

Which reminds me…

Q: Does Democracy start and stop at the ballot box?

A: ¿?¿
^U2– In god’s country + Lyrics^

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*Er, Clicky? …/squints… That one’s a bit on the short side…*

*Oh… /looks knowingly… Okay, and don’t call me jelly…*

Dear Reader, the third, and main course, will be with you momentarily…

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Howdy & So Long…

This will be The Okie Devil’s last missive here for a while, Dear Reader. It’s a fairly long one, so I’ll keep this brief…

*/sniff… Gonna miss him, Clicky…*

… No spoilers! He can tell you himself… ❤

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“Never leave shelter to find better shelter. Especially in inclement weather.”

I cannot recall where I read that, but I do recall it being back when reading about “wilderness survival” when I was younger.

EX: If it’s snowing or raining, and you are partially protected, going out into the rain or snow in search of better shelter, is akin to abandoning a perfectly good ship in search of a life-boat…all because you are afraid that the shit might sink.

Nothing wrong with being forward looking…but what if the ship sinks because you weren’t there?

I think I read that somewhere once.

Can’t remember.

^Buffalo Springfield – What It’s Worth (Stop Hey What’s That Sound) – Slowed down to 33rpm^

Prolly why I’m so skeptical about things. Especially “future” things. You can cause just about anything and everything you want to happen, to actually happen.

No real mystery there. 

That makes prediction more along the “soothsaying” types of paths a little easier to handle. It does me anyway. Also makes predictability/future telling/forecasting a little easier to discern from analytics. Again…that’s just me.

 I like thinking about time and timings.

That said…some good news has arrived. Maybe “fortuitous” would be more apt. More later.

The irony is not lost on me.

I don’t think it is anyway.

^Planets Sounds^

This is actually a good way to learn drums. Well…it was back in the day of vinyl. Play a 45 on 33 & 1/3, or play a 33 @ 16. Helps you spot a lot of nuance that you might otherwise miss. Helps with those hidden shadow hits and accentuations, and helps you learn how to play them. More than that, when you speed the shit back up, it helps you find the flow within the difference(s) in speed.

When and if you eventually play live with people, they are gonna wander, and you gotta learn when to bend with respect to timing, when to be relentless with respect to being the timekeeper, and how to flow. Also, how to flow with the individuals that you are playing with. Each group has its own flow. You fit it, or you don’t.

^Stevie Wonder – Superstition – Slowed down to 33rpm^

As I’ve continued to think about a documentary that I watched recently about coral reefs, I continue to attempt to temper my urge and urges to act with as much prudence as I can muster. I do that, by hammering the fuck out of any and all sides of my own and others’ thinking. I must act fast, to move slowly. I must act slow, to move fast.

Q: If you are properly placed “to act”…is this indicative of need?

A: !!!

There are a lot of people that prolly ain’t gonna like that thought, not one … fucking … bit. Smacks too much of destiny and predetermination. Too much…fate. But, in my thinking anyway, to choose one or the other sometimes allows neither. I mean, hell…using that kind of thinking, choosing both allows neither. Certainly seems to have that potential anyway.

MAN!!! If there is a God/gods/whatever, he’s/she’s an irritating and annoying motherfucker, eh?

^Unexplained Sea Sounds – Fast Versions^
Let's get these wavy walls out of the way, yeah?
Haitian Creole
Treacle
Grenada
Falkland Islands
Nutmeg
Cayenne Pepper
Paprika
Redox (Redirected from Oxidation)
Iron
Blood
Hemoglobin
List of generation IV Pokémon-Glaceon
List of generation IV Pokémon
Glaceon (Pokémon)
BNN/BulbaNewsNOW
Gameplay of Pokémon – Pokédex
ポケモン図鑑
Pokémon
Carbaminohemoglobin
Carbon Dioxide
Coral
Reef
Coralline Algae
That wasn't too bad I hope 😉
^”Julia” Loud creepy sound from the ocean^
Let's get this other wavy wall out of the way, yeah?
Coraline (disambiguation)
Bone (corsetry)
Seawater
Feather
Lead
100
Exoskeleton
Cambrian
Cambrian Explosion
Sugar
Propellant
Propeller
Disruption of 1843
Disruptive Innovation
Disruption
Cell Disruption
Petroleum
Biomass
Division by Zero
Algar–Flynn–Oyamada Reaction
Domesday Book
Creole Language
That wasn't as bad as the first one I hope 😛
^Modern Sonar Sounds and other Sounds of the Sea^

Laundry is being done.

How bout a “normal” music break from all this weird shit?

BTW…this is another local band from back in the dizzay.

Just in case anyone is interested.

^About 9 Times – “There is no…”^

Started trying to re-watch this coral reef documentary, and I gotta give them some props for asking some difficult questions, but there’s still something about this documentary that makes me not like it. Something elusive and business-like…some thing(s) that are very contradictory…and some thing(s) that seem just downright angry and retaliatory.

That said, there is something…else. Something…elusive creeping behind all of that and all those. Something just downright disheartening. Methinks, partly anyway, that some of that feeling that I am getting, is related to trying to undo something, and NOT including undoing what you did in the first place that is causing the damage. Almost a bowed-head, whipped, broken, and bound in chains acceptance of defeat, all while contemplating what it is to continue living defeated. Maybe that’s what we need.

^Dying Coral Reefs Documentary 2017^

To relate, I’m gonna post another video that seems to contain some anger and angry people. People who seem angered to the point of rage. People who somehow feel that they have been betrayed. That’s what I am getting anyway. Admittedly, I’ve seen this documentary before. But I decided to watch it again, and yep…lotta anger and rage. I personally am not real fond of anger nor rage, but that’s just me.

Watch it if you want.

Or not. 

Whatevz.

^THE MARS UNDERGROUND [HD] Full Movie^

Let’s get back to coral reefs, and let’s bring Fukushima along with us.

^ᴴᴰ [Documentary] Fukushima – Radioactive Forest^

We’re gonna have a string of large images to compare here…so…deal with it however you choose.

^Large Clock Ticking Sound Effect^

This first image, above, is “coral bleaching”, from The Great Barrier Reef in Australia, that is supposedly due to rising ocean temperatures. Or acidity levels. Or CO2 levels. Or fossil fuels. Or something. Whatever it is…this “has never happened before”…so we must do something. Or something.

^Cicada noise slowed down^

This next image, is from Fukushima and/or the surrounding areas, and shows someone holding two images. The bottom one is a normal photograph, and the second is a special photograph that shows radiation and/or exposure to radiation.

Anyone else see some contrast between the coral and the tree? 

Maybe even…black holes and white holes, and why one is not necessarily preferable to the other? Maybe if you think in terms of expansion and contraction, neither will necessarily be real appealing. Throw in concepts like spaghettification and time loops, and backwards/forwards time and matter travel…and shit gets even more unappealing. Mix all those together…and shit is gonna get REALLY fucking strange. Or whatever.

^Rain Sound + Dial Up 700% slowed down^

While I continue to post these images, and continue to compare them to each other, while thinking about change(s) and changing, I got to listening to the video below…

as I was thinking about the images above

…and it got me to thinking about what we sometimes do…to stop thinking about something. Especially those things that we cannot change. The things we cannot prevent. The things that we intervene in, that we later wish we wouldn’t have…irrespective of reasons.

Meh…give it a listen if you want. But what I got to thinking about at some point…was gunfire.

Q: Were you to hear something, you’d rather not have heard…what would you do, to cover those sounds in your head?

A: ???

Yeah…I wonder sometimes if “The Universe” doesn’t sometimes try and do the same. Block things out.

Cover them up. 

But before you get too conspiratorial in that thought and your thinking, remember that I tend to think along some crazy timelines, and in and amongst some crazy time and times. By that I mean…this “coverup”…could have came from 1,000,000 years ago…or could have come from 1,000,000 years in the future…

or could have even come from both.

^Songs of Whales into Nightingales, sped and slowed for comparison^

And of couse, the image above is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.

Maybe this is already well-known to science, but what I personally see…is pathways. Pathways that have been opened up, so that this energy and these energies can get to where they need to go, utilizing pathways that better or best facilitate how these energies get there.

I mean, science always and forever is talking about decay and decays of radioactivity, as well as how these decays themselves decay. What they never tell you…is how. I mean…yeah…they kinda do…but they are kinda vague. And not always in the most believable of ways with respect to their answer(s) of “we just don’t know.”

^Pink Floyd – Breathe [800% Slower]^

I mean…if I personally do not know something? I am prohibited from exploring further or knowing more…yes? I cannot build a still and start making whiskey or moonshine or whatever. Even if I am the only one that will consume it.

Irrespective, the channels for knowing have certainly become…erm…distinct. Perhaps that will take some of the sting out of any and all perceived slaps. None was intended, but I can certainly see some as interpreting my vernacular and/or thinking as being just that. A slap.

A backhand. 

My hinting that I am being oppressed, and possibly even willfully restrained, by others, against my will.

Q: Am I?

A: ?¿?

Q: Would you tell me if I were?

A: ¿?¿

Q: Are you being honest?

A: !!!

Q: Who is oppressing me? You?

A: ...

Yeah…that kinda shit does sting. It hurts to even think about it.

^THX Certified Test 800% Slower^

And yet again…the above image is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.

Thinking about paths and pathways does get me to thinking a bit more about these “Squirrely Neutrinos” that I’ve thought about. But in thinking about it now, in order to utilize these pathways, I’ve got to think about “rollers” and “parabolic trajectories” that are going to augment these pathways.

To me, anyway, that says that I’m going to need to prolly utilize some Tachyons, as well as both parts of the/a Neutrino when it is split. So that means strings of all kinds. We’ll get there and hopefully some of what I am thinking about will better come out as I go.

^Dolphin Sound Effect Slowed Down^

When we start “putting a face on things” that is more easily recognizable, maybe we can follow that “food chain” thingie upwards, see where we as humans stand, and maybe even where we should or should not be standing. I’m just thinking here, that all you need to do to show how important every single thing is in a food chain or genetic tree…is turn it upside down. Afterall…that’s where it all started…right? Maybe it’s time for some balancing via imbalance.

I dunno…maybe not. But like I’ve said…like it or not…I’m here. If I’m here, and involved, there’s a reason.

^hummingbird songs at extremely slow speeds^

Once again…the above image is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.

Seeing these spots, has me to thinking about my cousin. Well…both of them really. But more so about my cousin that recently died, and she was one of three triplets. I did not know her. Never even met her, nor her sisters. But I knew her uncle. Ironic that her uncle also never knew her, since he also died of Leukemia at a rather young age.

But I’m thinking less in terms of mutation, and more in terms of adaptation. Even more…

adoption. 

Coping. Dealing. I mean, we need it, and we need it now…right? Otherwise… someone might get ahead of us. Might beat us to the punch. And we can’t have that…now can we? The price is too high, and we can’t afford to pay it. I wonder who will? Who does? Who has? Who had to pay because they had no choice but to do so?

^Cockney Star Trek^

So let’s take a look at a couple of screenies of animation in the coral reef video, which depicts this process whereby algae is “ejected” from its coral counterpart.

Q: Why would coral “evict” it’s algae counterpart/symbiote?

A: ?

Is it possible that we do not fully understand what is going on there? I mean, if this coral is ejecting their algae…or…”life giving counterpart”, as the video refers to algae…

Q: Is it possible that the coral is anticipating not needing/no longer needing the algae?

A: ¿

Q: Is it possible that the algae is needed elsewhere?

A: ¿¿

Yeah…as in, expansion. The coral doesn’t need it, but it’s going to be needed elsewhere, so turns it loose.

Layering.
^cockneys get a cab^

Seeing the layering that is so prevalent in nature, I cannot help but think there is much more going on here/there than we think. This bleaching that is taking place…

Q: Is the coral itself actually dying? In each and every and all cases…is the coral dying?

A: ???

Or is this simply a case where we do not understand what we are looking at, but think we do since it looked like “this” when we first found it, and it now looks like “that”? One of the scientists in the video mentions that

“there have been two back-to-back coral bleaching events”.

Um…how is that even possible? Or are you talking about different regions? Is that all you are following? When something leaves, how long does it stays gone, and when it comes back? Also, what other order would “bleaching events” be other than back-to-back? Back-to-front? Front-to-front? Halfway-to-middle?

^Sreaming Frog- slowed down^

I got to talking to Roob the other day, and I mentioned to her my terror at a concept that I had started thinking about with respect to backwards moving DNA. Primarily, DNA that is basically de-evolving, because it is sensing changes in the environment that require scrolling backwards through it’s own genetic code.

Science always talks about what a warm planet Earth/Terra used to be, and if the planet is indeed heating up, and generic code does indeed contain a virtual library of history of histories with respect to an individuals own history, and possibly/probably the history of many other lifeforms…why would it be such a stretch to see an organism/lifeform/entity rock backwards in its own code to see how best to proceed and adapt due to the changes that it is sensing?

Like say…oh…we start digging up metals and petroleum from somewhere, and some of this stuff we are digging up and out contains all kinds of…erm…information…and the life that is already here starts detecting the presence of these “unknown” things…then scrolls through its own genetic code to see if it can sense or detect some matches. Something familiar. Something known. Much like me calling upon my ancestors for a hand when shit got sideways a few years back.

Yeah…I actually did that. I actually had a “WTF?!?!?” kind of moment…thought about all that it has taken me to get here, and how can I best serve that legacy. So yeah…I’ve been thinking in some strange pathways.

^Let’s make some noise…^

Anyway…back on Earth-ish or approximate…um…I’ve added some parabolas to the image above. What I failed to mention regarding the previous screenshot, is that it was taken from a portion of the video where they were looking under a microscope, and the algae was migrating from left to right as it was being “ejected” from the coral.

Maybe they aren't being ejected. Just sayin'.

Anyway, it got me to thinking about energy and particles needing to get to where they are going, and how that is achieved.

So yeah…I’ve jumped the shark in the big fucking middle of a hurricane made of earthquakes, that is raining tornadoes proximate to an erupting volcano…or something like that.

I’ve got DNA, ancient bacteria and other ancient DNA/genetic materials, that are intermingling with radiation of varied varieties, from various sources, in various states, all while “business as usual” is doing its goddamndest to continue on unimpeded.

Q: I wonder who is steering the ship?

A: !!!

Not to mention our effect(s)/affect(s) on oceans via fishing, shipping, dumping, drilling, airplanes, cars, power grids, billions of humans, and countless other lifeforms.

Q: How many exo-planets have we located this week?

A: Any? Many?

Not saying we should stop looking, because I wouldn’t be able to do what I am attempting to do without all of these things that we are doing, have done, continue doing. But I’m seeing more and more things that are causing me concern, and I know that I am not the only one who sees these things, and I personally remain quite far from panic.

As a matter of fact, I am quite calm about most of this. I do what I can, the best I can, where I can, and that is all I have to fucking give.

/shrug
^Bee Buzz Slowed Down^

So what would cause a situation to develop, that appears to be guiding and protecting the process of facilitating the orderly and timed release of these algae? Is it all internal and dependent upon the coral?

That can't be. 

What if the algae refused to leave? What if algae couldn’t leave? What if the algae…fought back? We are, afterall, fond of referring to “chemical warfare” with respect to corals and/or coral reefs. But I’m thinking now…what if there was a discrepancy? Not only, would the genetic code of the coral need to assist the coral in how best to proceed, but the algae’s genetic code would need to do the same. Moreover, these two entities survive and thrive on symbiosis. So why wouldn’t they work together at all times, in all situations, under all circumstances, for the betterment of both?

I can understand some of these marine biologist’s panic. I mean hell, they’ve spent countless years hanging around these things…studying them…loving them. Why wouldn’t they panic? That said, there is still some creepy vibes that I am getting from that particular video. Maybe its the coalescing of a lot of this thinking that I’ve been doing. Prolly some and/or all of that.

^Peyotl Series: Water Sound slowed down to 7 times the original length^

My daughter, who is 17, has wanted to be a marine biologist and/or zoologist since she could mumble. She loves dolphins, wants to know the ocean(s). She wants to know her planet. I want to help her in any way I can. I myself love the sea/the ocean. Not been around it much, but it is amazing. But I think the same about a lot of things.

I’ve always been told that my biggest fault is that I reach too far, try too hard, strive to know too much. My tackling of time was a biggie when I was a kid, and I was always told that’s the one sure path to failure and/or insanity. Not sure why tho. Include anything and everything, and time can be a cakewalk to understand.

That’s actually not true.

Time is scary as shit.

Only the pleasant things make the unpleasant things bearable.

Talk time…and you talk all.
That’s a lot.
A lot to think about.
^Unreal Hi-Speed Camera Shots^

All that bullshit said, the best that I can offer is to fill in the blanks. I can usually see the same shit you see, and understand the same shit you understand, but I always look at things from the perspective of time. Like watching me being around 8 years old, and watching soap bubbles from washing our car run down the driveway, into the alley, and down the street…

“Where do those soap bubbles and that soap go mom?”

I was told that they went to the water treatment plant in town, and the soap was removed there.

But I had already spent WAY too much time in the local creeks to buy that one. It didn’t add up. Our creeks typically did not flow unless there was rain, and always lowered and/or dried quickly in the summer. I knew that there had to be more going on…so I watched. I watched the soap bubbles form when a rain shower started, from dry areas to where you could eventually follow them down and see even more soap bubbles and other crap coalescing as they proceeded down the creek(s). I followed them.

How long, in weeks, months and years, does it take, for soap from the car that I just washed, to make it all the way downstream to the water processing plant?

(Assuming that it actually went there, which I later found out that most of it didn't.)

How much actually makes it to wherever it is going, and how much is left behind, and where?

Yeah...I was a weird kid.
^MW3 – MSR Sniper Sound – Slowed down to 75%, 50%, 25%^

Just thinking, that maybe some signals are being sent, and maybe those signals are saying…

"leave".

Something to consider tho…maybe this and these messages, are incomplete. Maybe there’s more to follow, and we are just now starting to understand how to read these messages, without getting so fucking hung up on “who” is sending them. Such as….

"Leave...these..."

I dunno. I’m listening intently, whenever, and wherever I can. Perhaps I’m misinterpreting here. But you can make your own assumptions from there if you so choose to do so.

I’ve no answers.

I’m not even looking for them.

I wouldn’t know what to look for, even if I wanted to.

^The Bloop is Back^

I watched this next piece of shit earlier…and yes, I started at part II. But as I started watching, I remember that I’ve seen this one before…so…no biggie. I made it to 12:34 in the vid, before I got to thinking about a coupla things.

Q: Why would aliens broadcast messages via mediums and methods that “civilizations” that are not capable and/or ready to receive?

A: ... --- ...

Yeah. Our Universe is full of “noise” What if these signals being broadcast from elsewhere, were/are more Morse Code like? They send a “dah” here….and a “dit” there…and these dah(s) and/or dit(s) could potentially be broadcast days, years, centuries, or even eons apart.

Q: Doesn’t our solar system spin and/or curve?

A: ---->)0(<---

Q: Doesn’t this mean that even the most conical and/or straightest of signals will eventually curve?

Just been thinking about my thought that all of our “deep-space” probes and satellites will eventually do an about-face, and return to Earth/Terra. Or at a minimum, do an about-face in an arcing type of parabolic curve, and eventually head somewhere else entirely. Possibly still back to/towards Earth/Terra, but on a much modified course.

I see our signals via television and radio and satellite and whatever other method/means, as eventually swirling, corkscrewing, zig-zagging, and all kinds of other shit. Then again, I maintain that “The Laws of Physics” are going to begin to behave in radically different ways out towards the edge(s) of our Solar System, and they are going to get wacky as shit outside of it.

Then again, I see a lot of curves and curving.

I must be girl crazy or something.
^Unidentified Deep Sea Sounds – SlowDown (1X)^

Since we are talking about messages, messaging, and the interpretation of these things, let’s talk about some shit that Roob threw at me earlier in the week. But I’m gonna start off with a different video, because I can’t currently find the one in particular that she sent me.

BTW…this particular video below? It makes Binaural Beats look like child’s play.

^Crickets Chirping Slowed Down 800% (creepy)^

OK….I think this is the one that Roob passed along to me.

If this is the incorrect video, Roob can change it if she feels so inclined.

🙂
^Have you ever heard crickets chirping slowed down? Its amazing!^

Let’s find some counter-arguments, and see what we can came up with.

^Urban Legends: God’s Chorus of Crickets^

Q: Do choruses sing always and forever?

A: Too easy?

Welp, are you broadcasting 24/7?

365/366?

What about…listening?

Are you doing that 24/7-365/366?

How can your broadcast 24/7 and simultaneously listen 24/7?

Or is this why some of us are attempting to shout louder than others?

Additionally, no chance of mixed-signals?

… — …

—…—

… … …

— — —

..? -?- ?..

Is it possible this guy faked this cricket crap? (no pun intended)

Sure it is.

Is it possible that this guy just so happened to be in the right place at the right time?

Sure it is.

Science is all about “being in the right place, at the right time, with the right equipment, and the right amount of funding”…so…why would this seem like such a stretch?

I’m all for knowing.

I’m just not real sure if I really know what that means.

Here’s some more tho.

Maybe there’s some tuning going on or something.

Does make me think of “The Bloop” tho.

But yeah…tuning and tunings.

^Crickets Chirping Slowed Down^

Let’s us check out some birds!!!

^CREEPY: What Birds Sound Like in Slow Motion !^

Let’s us check out a bird!!!

^Parakeet Sounds Like Dinosaur In Slow Motion^

Let’s us check out even more birds!!!

^Birds Singing and Chirping in Slow Motion with Slowed Down Bird Song^
And yep...even more birds!!!
^WHAT BIRDS SOUND LIKE IN SLOW MOTION^

Maybe it’s not so difficult after all to understand how Penguins locate their offspring or how “pairs who mate for life” find their counterparts when/if separated.

Prolly not so different from our methods.
^Mysterious Stone Towers Discovered In The Himalayas^

I remember when I was a kid, I read about how pinball machine companies came up with the ideas for all those crazy sounds that pinball machines were starting to make in the 1970’s and 1980’s. These people would go out into nature, record all kinds of sounds with portable audio recorders, then they would take those recordings back to the shop, tinker with them, and PRESTO!!!

Pinball machine sounds. 

I’m guessing that this also translated to the video games that would follow…but that does make me think….where else would you start when needing to make sounds? Analog and Digital synthesizers were just coming into their own, and samplers were just starting to come available. We need to make so creative and interesting sounds to include in these games as a method of feedback to the player(s). So…the question is…

Q: Where do we start?

A: K.I.S.S.

NATURE!!! I mean…where else would we get something? That’s all there is. There is nothing else.

To some, I could see that being discouraging or even disheartening. But aren’t being discouraged and/or disheartened natural things as well?

Not to mention…we’ve no fucking CLUE how much shit there is “out there” to find, nor when and where we’ll find it.

So yeah…maybe The Universe is still creating, has always been creating, and will always be creating.

Q: I wonder what role(s) we are to play?

A: I guess we'll find out.

Or something.

^Powerful Third Eye Opening Binaural Beat Subliminal Visualization Video & Manifestation Movie^

I guess I see a contradictory nature beginning to arise within science. Well, maybe not arise, but certainly be more detectable and/or prevalent or known. But this contrariness is one that almost requires that science talk out of its mouth at the same time and/or be hypocritical/make hypocritical assumptions about itself, and especially Evolution. Perhaps they fall back on…

“but…if The Big Bang is correct, The Universe is still creating, was always creating, and always will be creating”

…or something similar. All that said, just thinking that to consider oneself or one’s group as being above reproach…is prolly going to be fatal. I mean, I can see and imagine some bright, shiny care-free future as much as anyone else, but I personally don’t require to death, disease and travail(s) to see it.

You need not inform me of it either…I see it just fine. I’ve seen it, and I continue to see it. Not exactly sure what is being asked of me. Perhaps you need more time to figure out what to ask me. Meanwhile, I’ve got things to do. Lemme know when and if you are ready.

I'll be around. 

🙂

^Cricket Sound Slowed Down 20x^

Maybe it’s just me, but I personally see both Science and Religion as equally contradictory and/or contrary, and not simply opposed and/or compared to one another. They always opposed unto and within themselves, which is prolly why they sometimes work, and sometimes not. Personally…that gives me hope. That means there is always common ground to be found.

Science = 50% Good, 50% Bad                                        Religion = 50% Bad, 50% Good.

There’s nothing scientific about those numbers btw.

I just pulled them out of my ass.

I was very scientific about it tho.

And I prayed before I started.

Just in case.

😉
^A Choir of Angels (Music Slowed 800%)^

OH!!! The news. So…whatshername banged on my door earlier.

QUICK BACKSTORY: Whatshername has been refusing to buy me any Dr. Peppers for about 4 months or so. Fair enough, and no problem. I’ve no room to complain. However…

Whatshername: Do you have any empty Dr. Pepper bottles in here?

Cade: Why yes…I do happen to have one.

/me grabs it and tosses it to her.

Whatshername: OK, cool. BTW, I’ve bought a few more…so…

/me starts to laugh hysterically

Cade: Um…you need me to drink some?

/she starts to laugh hysterically

Whatshername: Yes…as a matter of fact I do.

Cade: Has there been some kind of sudden…paradigm shift?

/we both continue laughing hysterically, because methinks we both know what eachother is thinking.

Whatshername: For the time being. I need two more empty bottles.

Cade: I’ll see what I can do.

Ya see…she is helping to put on one of those “Fall Festivals” at the church that the youngest two kids go to, and one of the attractions she is doing…is pumpkin bowling. They are using a painted basketball at the pumpkin, and 2-liter bottles as the bowling pins. It would appear, that she has 8, and needs 2 more by tonight to finish painting them in time.

Whatshername: OH! And I got a call from the plumbers. They are going to be here on Thursday at 8 AM.

Cade: So…you need me to be here…Thursday…at 8AM?

Whatshername: Well…they are going to be digging from inside the house, through the foundation, and they need to do that through my room, and not from within the kitchen.

/her room is just opposite the kitchen.

Cade: OK…

Whatshername: I’m going to have to move all the furniture away from that wall, and stack everything against the opposite wall and on my bed.

Cade: OK…so…you need me to be here Thursday morning?

Whatshername: They said it’s going to take at least two days.

Cade: OK…so…you need me to be here both Thursday and Friday?

Whatshername: No. I’m taking off work at 06:30 AM on both Thursday and Friday.

Cade: OK…so…you don’t need me to be here at all?

Whatshername: Yes. You don’t need to be here.

Cade: Ah. So…got ya.

Whatshername: Someone will be here, so you don’t need to be here.

Cade: Got it. That’ll work out well. I was planning on leaving tomorrow or Wednesday depending on the weather, and you can have your bed and room back.

Whatshername: OK, well…if things don’t work out for you, I can sleep on the couch.

Weird how things work out...eh?
^Birds Slowed Down sounds like a Dinosaur rain forest^

Sometimes…things just get weird. So fucking weird in fact, that all seems kinda…normal.

^GOD’s FROGS -The Sound of Frogs Slowed Down by 100%^

Maybe sometimes our shit, when tinkered with, gets wacky.

You know what they say tho…whatever doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.

/me wretches
^Running in the 90s slowed down to 60% sounds like a sick vaporwave song^

I wonder what this does for, and/or says about…percentages?

What about directions?

What about “directional”…and approximately what “directional” could potentially mean?

^56K Modem Sounds Slowed Down 700– Creepy^

What say we end this one?

^Windows Startup and Shutdown Sounds 800% Slower^
Demonstrable...repeatable...explainable.

There is no other way.

^This is how slowed down crickets really sounds. Not so angelic after all…^
Maybe one more? For the road?
^Cicada Slow Motion Sound^
Let's make it two.

^Robin Guthrie – Imperial (2003) (Full Album) [HQ]^

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tis now 22:10 on Monday October 31st, and I just remembered I forgot some shit I wanted to get to.

FUCK!!!

Oh well…I’m still doing some laundry.

Fuckit…I’m gonna spellcheck this…send it over to Roob…and maybe one more short one to follow.

I wanted to do it here…and not my blog.

We’ll see.

^Deadmau5 – Strobe^

– Y –

– – – –

– .-. –

– – – ll – – –

^This Mortal Coil artists – Candles and Echoes^

^Cocteau Twins – Circling Girl compilation^

*******

Dear Cade…

Bonne chance mon ami!

… And have a Song

*Oh of course, Clicky… /blushes… Where are my manners? Go ahead…*

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Plumb, Dumb Ore Numb-Ass Day

Happy Sat-Here-Day to you, Dear Reader 😀

We have a fantastic, new missive from Cade, below, for you to enjoy. Now, I don’t want to delay you from getting straight to it… I’ll just leave a couple of things for you up here – a video…

… And a patented Okie Devil ‘Mystery = SOLVED! Next!’ 😉

*Knot to give any spoilers away, Clicky, but think ‘women’s plumbing’…*

Have a Song

Catch you at the bottom for a Song…

*A proper Song, Clicky… /holds up hands… At the bottom! Now…Git!*

*******

X: You can take E’s, E’s, E’s…but not O’s.

Cade: K. What about O’s and E’s?

X: O’s but not E’s.

Cade: Y?

X: AH! U have A question I see.

Cade: Yep.

X: K…well, in that case you can take O’s AND E’s, but not E’s or O’.

Cade: Got it.

0: I doubt that, but we’ll C.

Cade: KO.

0: You mean…OK?

Cade: Whatevz.

0: KO.

Z: 78 A?

Cade: So it would appear.

Z: 78’…good year.

Cade: Which one?

T: Don’t get smart.

Cade: Working on it.

X: You seem a shade out of sorts. What’s up?

Cade: Dunno.

X: Today is Thursday isn’t it?

Cade: That’s the rumor.

A: …

^Blind Side (Hybrid Soundsystem Remix)^

A: You have no clue what you are going to write about…do you.

Cade: Not that I ever do…but very perceptive of you. I got nothin’.

A: Why do you think that is? You see to be thinking quite a bit.

Cade: Dunno. Maybe it’s this nagging skin business?

A: Anything else on your mind?

Cade: It’s gone fuzzier than usual. Sorry.

A: Wanna come clean?

Cade: Nope.

A: Fair enough.

^Adriatique – Bodymovin’ (Original Mix)^

So hi. Yeah…I ain’t thinking about anything in particular. Ain’t gonna spring anything nutty on Roob, like a Random Wiki or anything, but I ain’t got much.

No music on my radar.

No news.

No images.

No info.

No thoughts.

0: Now that’s just not true.

Cade: For the most part it is.

0: Percentages. They only tell part of the story.

Cade: I’m down with that. Still doesn’t mean I have anything.

0: No need to state the obvious.

Cade: …

0: Several things are “on your radar”…aren’t they?

Cade: That doesn’t really mean anything. All I can do is think about them.

0: You thinking about…

Cade: Nope. I mean yeah…but no.

0: Hmmmm…

Cade: Nope…ain’t doing that either.

0: Making predictions? Are you afraid of being wrong?

Cade: I don’t know how to respond to that.

0: You’ve become a snoozefest.

Cade: Nothing new there.

0: …

^Saccao – It’s Over (Fabo Late Night Mix)^

I’ve been breezing around some places the last few weeks, and of course, there is now this interest in these three hurricanes that are here and there.

Q: What about Harvey?

A: ?¿?

Houston already gone off everyone’s radars in anticipation of the next big thing?

I guess the future is where it’s at, eh?

Thanks…but no thanks. I’ll bring up the rear.

Ya’ll blaze away tho. Someone’s gotta do it I guess.

/me shrugs
^Alan Walker – Faded^

B: Monday’s trip still eating on you?

Cade: You know it is.

B: And how would I know that?

Cade: Because you asked?

B: You know…they know, that you are making all this shit up.

Cade: Some may. Some may not.

B: Maybe there’s some rhyme or reason to that. You DO tend to play your cards a shade close to the chest.

Cade: I got snot answers.

B: And if you did?

Cade: They wouldn’t be burning a hole in my pocket…that’s for sure.

Z: An ironic observation for someone who “plays their cards close to the chest” in the way that you do.

Cade: Hey…I gets no questions…I gots no answers.

Z: Does that make you feel safe?

Cade: Where’d B go?

Z: I’m not answering that.

Cade: 😦

Z: …

^Hybrid – Last man standing (HD)^

There was a movie that I watched last night. It’s called City of Ember. Not bad. The puzzle aspect was pretty cool. Especially how they played it. There was an interesting image in the film towards the end. It was interesting to me, primarily, because this image showed up on my radar when shit got all kinds of sideways a few years ago.

Like, during the really really REALLY sideways portion. 

That point, where shit looked as if shit was gonna get so fucking sideways, that I was gonna lose any sort of grasp on what was happening within my life. At that point tho, but when the shit REALLY hit the fan after that? For me anyway…shit got really fucking calm and started to make sense. That’s when shit got so fucking sideways, that I don’t even know how to explain it with any degree of reliability nor relatability.

I know what it means...I just can't explain it. 

But yeah…an image…in that film I watched…I think I found the first instance of that image. Maybe it’s a popular one. Perhaps even well known. But not to me. Perhaps it rings a bell from my youth. I can say for certainty, that the song below got me through some long, rough, and lonely nights and days.

^Gold Panda – You^

G: Right on time.

Cade: As promised.

G: You promised to be on time?

Cade: No. Sounded good tho.

X: May I?

Cade: Maybe.

X: Do you realize that you just typed “Cade” without even thinking about it?

Cade: I’ve gotten that machine like, eh?

X: Maybe it’s comfort.

Cade: I’ve no idea.

X: …

^Oliver Koletzki – Arrow & Bow (Marek Hemmann Remix)^

X: What do you see there in that image above?

Cade: Something I was thinking about earlier today.

X: And what was that?

Cade: What an individual’s life looks like over the course of a lifetime on a spinning, wobbling, spinning planet from a Universal context.

X: And what did you come up with?

Cade: Something similar to that.

X: Looks like…knitting, or weaving, or something like that.

Cade: It does.

X: You think that’s how a soul is created?

Cade: It was just a thought.

X: I wonder what it looks like, like, prior to.

Cade: I dunno. It’s a lot to think about.

X: Wrote about something similar to that elsewhere recently?

Cade: Maybe.

X: …

^Mogwai – Take Me Somewhere Nice^
Lotta dreams over the past week or so. 

I’ve been staying up late, and not eating much, and I guess it’s causing me to dream a lot. I feel like a jerkoff for writing this shit, but I’ve nothing really to say, and feel like writing…so…yeah…don’t read it. Won’t change the fact that this particular whatever seems kinda self-serving.

Whatshername offered to buy me a bus ticket to wherever I want to go. So I guess I’m giving serious consideration to taking her up on that. Just need to decide where to go. Temperature around here dropped considerably all sudden like two nights ago. Definitely been much cooler in the day, and damn near a chill in the air for the past two evenings.

Moon looks damn nice.
^Youth – Daughter^

Didn’t stay up last night tho. Tis now Friday. Was awoken by a frantic knocking at my door. My youngest son…letting me know that…

“the plumbers are here, and mom is on the phone.”

Strange that she didn’t call me, but at the same time, not very strange at all. So I hop up, start to get dressed, and MY phone rings.

Whatshername: The plumbers are there.

Cade: So I’ve been told.

Whatshername: They weren’t supposed to be there until noon.

Cade: I didn’t know that there were plumbers coming at all.

Whatshername: They are going to be checking the plumbing for a leak.

Cade: …

Whatshername: Your youngest is out there dealing with them now. They weren’t supposed to be there until noon, and they don’t need to be talking to a 14 year old.

Cade: …

Whatshername: Well, I just wanted to let you know that they are there.

Cade: He told me.

Whatshername: Well, I’ve left work and am on my way home, but I’m not going to be able to be there for at least a half an hour.

Cade: OK.

Whatshername: I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Cade: OK.

Certain tension(s)? I don’t understand them.

Sure...I do...but no...I don't. 

However…answers? They are always coming. Like some galactic stutter…they are just waiting to come out…just takes a little patience and understanding. A shade of fortitude helps.

^The Chemical Brothers – Leave Home ( Koyaanisqatsi (1983) )^

So I wander out of my room to hunt down these mysterious plumbers that have suddenly appeared, and sure enough, there they were. They showed me what they had found, told me what they thought, and told me the plan from there. I told them that their find made sense, and that we had once lived in an apartment that had a similar problem. One of them asked me…

Plumber B: Do you know how to turn the hot water heater off?

Cade: No.

Plumber B: Let me show you, since you probably want to keep it off unless someone needs to take a shower.

We wandered back to where the hot water heater is located, he opened the door, and I noticed that there is duct tape all over the door and door frame.

 "Whatshername has been here." 

I don’t blame her for her creative methods of whatever it is she was/is trying to do, but some are doozies. Anyway, he showed me how to turn it off, and warned me of which pipes to be wary of so as not to get burned.

Cade: Me and her were recently divorced, and I’m literally just about to leave in a coupla days, but I want to get as much info as I can to pass along to her.

Plumber B: Has there been any recent change(s) in the amount of the gas bill or water bill?

Cade: You know, now that you mention it, she did mention that there was an increase in the gas bill a few months ago…but she said that her sister’s gas bill also went up at the same time, so I didn’t think much of it.

Plumber B: What about the water bill?

Cade: I wouldn’t know.

I thanked him, and we both wandered out back were Plumber A was using a long steel rod to probe the ground for soft-spots in the soil.

^Foetus – Slung^

I must say, I was shocked at just how deep he was able to run that rod into the ground. Even tho we’ve had a lot of rain this year, we have very hard ground here…black clay. Digging into it without machinery is damn near an exercise in futility, and yet, he was able to plunge this thin steel rod into the ground several feet with relative ease.

Yikes!!! 

Thinking about it now…the entire roof on this house was just recently replaced…like, right at 2 years ago I think. I got to looking at the ground, the foundation, the brick paths/bricks that make it up, the brick steps up to the back door, I started thinking about all of the cracks that I’ve pointed out to her in both the foundation and the frame of the house.

Plumber A: Is there any plumbing or water fixtures in the garage?

Cade: No. Just electric.

So it appears, that there is a hot water pipe leak under the foundation. They’ll bring in a listening device, pump air through the system, then track the location of the leak…pretty clever. If they need, they’ll also bring in heat sensors to place on the floor and see if they can get a better idea as to the locale, because where the soil is softening, is nowhere near a hot-water line.

This is rather perplexing. It does have me to thinking about sinkholes tho. Maybe that’s why that one Crepe Myrtle tree out front has started standing up so straight this year. It’s roots are being pulled due to the softening of the soil from the leak. That means, this pipe has prolly been leaking for some time.

^Jay Lumen – The Line (Original Mix) – Noir Music^

Younger Son: Dad…mom says she needs to talk to you RIGHT NOW!

Cade: Um…OK.

The plumbers were just about to leave, said they needed to contact the owner of the house/our landlord, and that everything would be handled and scheduled through them.

Cade: Yes?

Whatshername: Do NOT tell them you are living there.

Cade: What?!?!?

Whatshername: They DO NOT need to know you are living there. Do not tell them ANYTHING personal…they don’t need to know.

At this point, it became clear that she had been on the phone with my son, he had her on speaker, and she had been listening to the conversation(s).

Whatshername: You aren’t supposed to be there.

Cade: Huh?

Whatshername: Just…you aren’t supposed to be there. I’ll explain it later. Just don’t tell them ANYTHING about our personal lives.

Cade: OK.

Jesus Christ…all I could think about, was grabbing my fucking bag and backpack, and running. No idea what I’m running from…but it ain’t good…that’s for fucking sure.

I shoulda left Monday.
^Hannah Wants & Chris Lorenzo – Rhymes^

All I can think about, is my son sitting there on the couch, completely lost, and no clue what to do.

The answers are coming.

Yeah…you are prolly thinking…

“what’s the big fucking deal?”

I’m with you. It’ll get solved. He did great through the process, and I’m sure, that were I not here, he coulda handled everything just fine. But there’s something else at work here. It primarily involves information exchange. Or lack thereof.

So yeah...secrets.
^Lemon Interupt – Dirty^

As I continue writing this nonsense, Whatshername has since arrived home. She felt the need to recap everything that I already knew, and I’ve learned not to interrupt, or at least keep them to a minimum.

Whatshername: They are going to need to dig under the foundation.

Cade: I was here. They told me. I was here. They gave me the full skinny to pass along to you.

Whatshername: Did they tell you how long it was going to take?

Cade: A half-day to a day.

Whatshername: That’s what they told me too.

Cade: I know…I was standing there when you were talking to them on the phone.

Whatshername: You were?

Cade: Yes. You were on speakerphone. Look, the first time you called me, you implied that I needed to go out there and deal with them, so I did.

Whatshername: I appreciate that…but…

She’s a wreck…no doubting that. Each time I talked with her on the phone, I could tell that she was furious that they showed up early. She told them as much while she was talking to them on the phone. She even mentioned that she works in a basement where there is no cell service, and didn’t get their message until she left work. Plumber B, who was talking to her on the phone, mentioned that they had a cancellation, and as such, they were early.

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^

Whatshername: I took you off the lease when I renewed it.

Cade: …

Whatshername: We aren’t allowed to have visitors for more than 14 days without approval from the owner.

Cade: …

So yeah...seek, and ye shall find.

Not that I was looking for any of that shit. Then again, I didn’t expect to be here at all. Things just keep developing that keep me around, as I am occasionally useful for certain things. But keeping me in the dark because you are working some kookie side-deals? You are trying to stand on your own…I get it.

Jesus Christ…we all need help. Especially when we need it. And we know better than anyone when we need it. When a committee must now decide just how needy your needs are, yeah…shit is gonna get sideways. Their objective is to say “no”. If they can’t say “no” to your request, then they fucking FIND a way to say “no”.

Trust...is NEVER on the table.

We’re talking about machinery…and clockworks…and processes…and rules…and guidelines…not people.

People are incidental and even inconsequential.

^Sasha – Rooms^

Just thinking that as long as needy is trumped by neediest, needy will always become neediest at some point. Or…they’ll die, and there will no longer be a need to need.

Speaking of…Kellie of “Kellie In The Raw”…it appears that her daughter was hit by a car recently.

Some good thoughts her and her family's way prolly couldn't hurt.

Prolly some people down Houston and S. Texas way that could prolly use some good thoughts as well.

^Din Daa Daa (Original 12″ Version) – George Kranz | 80s Dance Music | 80s Club Music | 80s Club Mix^
Sooooo....here we go.

I’m sitting in a house that has a mushy swamp under its foundation, a cracked or broken pipe somewhere, and I now feel the need to go point out to Whatshername that the owner of this house is gonna be a primary player in this. I get the feeling that she forgets that.

That said, I have no problem with her taking me off the lease, I expected to be gone by now. That does have me thinking a bit about those brand new roads that they just put in. Lotta weight and weight changes in a relatively short period of time. Lotta vibration and resonance changes, ESPECIALLY when you consider the number of trees that were cut down to facilitate the construction of these roads.

I’m not suggesting that this construction caused this pipe problem, but it could certainly be a factor. We are dealing in aggregate afterall. Yeah…lots of places, dealing in aggregate(s) AND singular(s). So yeah…I get the feeling that Newtonian laws are equally applicable in many areas that we’ve never fathomed.

^M83 – Wait (Kygo Remix)^

I guess the more that we tinker with the tiny, for the sake of the huge, we are going to see more and more shit like this. All kinds of crazy shit that makes no fucking sense at all.

Q: Why would it?

A: !!!???!!!

You gonna start deploying sensors here, there and every fucking where?

Gonna start aggregating information so you can make a better informed decision and/or better decisions?

To what end? 

Are you forgetting something?

Are you forgetting several things?

Many things?

^Armin van Buuren ft. Susana – Shivers (Original Mix)^

Leaks, leaks, fractures, and leaks.

That makes me think of that movie I just watched, City of Embers. It had Martin Landau in it, and he played the role of a pipeworks worker. At one point, he mentioned that the water system was in such a state of disrepair, and it had been so long since they had any new pipe, that the tape used to seal leaks was longer than the pipe system itself.

So yeah...pressure(s) + time(s) over time = leaks.

Now that you have read the previous sentence, you may feel free to get specific at this point.

It’ll help make your case.

Need any help?

^The Raveonettes “Love in a Trashcan” Music Video^

I’m sure you’ve got your tried and true steadfast methods, that work time and again and haven’t failed you yet.

I don't. 

Well…cept for the ones that you give me. And they look different from this angle. Especially when they serve you and not me or vice versa. How can I feel safe in saying such a thing? Welp, really, I don’t feel safe in saying it. But there is some consolation in knowing, that if I am involved…there is a reason. I was involved long before I showed up on your radar, and I’ll likely be involved long after I disappear from your radar. What does that mean? I dunno. But I will.

Or not.
^deftones – elite (08/21/09)^

WOAH!! A last minute question from The Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: Cade…who are you talking to?

Cade: I dunno. Who do you want me to be talking to? Who should I be talking to? So yeah…I dunno. Don’t care either.

Sorry, was just interrupted by Whatshername coming to ask me how to turn the hot water back on. Showed her where the valve was, and explained to her, that when the valve handle is parallel to the pipe…it means the water is flowing, and when the valve handle is perpendicular to the pipe…it means that the water is not flowing.

A big smile crept across her face, almost as if to say…

“so THAT’S how it works!!! Clever!!!”

Yep…people are actually and indeed…quite clever.

Go figure.

Ya’ll go have a good weekend or something.

^Crookers – Remedy (Feat. Miike Snow)^

cYacFa

^Paul Keeley – I can´t (stop)^

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Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song ❤