Missive From ‘Merica: With ADDED WOO

Been on a bit of cultural exchange these past two weeks, Dear Reader…

Adventure Time

*Indeed, Clicky! …/pats snout…*

… Whereby I’ve been introducing The Okie Devil of Text Us to Doctor Who

*It’s been an Utter joy, Clicky, bouncing around time and space with Cade… /lights up… Seeing things anew…*

… And in return, he has introduced me to Doowdaed

*No shit! It’s called Deadwood?! …/rubs eyes… Actually, Clicky, that does makes more sense… /drags…*

… And we’ll continue with more of that later today…

*/coughs… I ain’t shown him that one yet! …/taps ash… Mind you… /smokes… touch and hearing in one clip, Clicky? Fucking clever!*

Woo Hoo

In the meantime, Cade has very kindly sent a missive for us all to enjoy, Dear Reader…

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giphy

Where have I been?

Where have YOU been is likely a more appropriate question.

I've been taking a break.

Getting my bikini figure into shape for Bikini Season.

Let’s remedy that.

^DJ Shredda – Chainsaw (The Crow Mix)^

Let’s come me come clean. I’ve been avoiding anything and everything on the web, except Twitter, and I’ve been doing that for the last few months. I don’t care what it is, I don’t want to see it, and I don’t want to hear it. Those “pokes from else and/or elsewhere” have gotten too numerous. My feet, legs and hips are cramping almost non-stop, and it fucking hurts.

So yeah...vacation. 

I keep thinking about some 16 year old girl shooting herself. Can’t get it out of my fucking head. That, and this goddamn anti-smoking bullshit. Oh, and I’m trying to write. So there’s that. I also keep swirling around swirls. That has led me to some interesting thoughts on “flat space(s)”, so I’m gonna ramble about some of that…

assuming it's A-O-fucking-K with you.
^Acid Fighter (DJ Crow Remix) – Soundgrabber^


So what’s up with you where you are? It’s snowing outside here. Gonna put my cold weather gear on in a bit, go outside, and make a video. I doubt very seriously that most fucks are going to believe that it’s snowing in North Texas in late April, but it is. Once I make the video, we’ll have proof, the case will be solved forever, and there will be no reason to argue about the truth of spring snow(s) in Texas. I’ll keep you posted on where you can view the video.

^DJ The Crow meets DJ Arne LII – The Speed (Überdruck Mix)^


Why in the fuck would anyone care if North Korea/South Korea reunified? You running low on shit to talk about? Running low on shit to worry about? East Germany and West Germany got back together.

Maybe if you fucks would stop thinking in terms of big and small, you could actually focus. Or at least, make some discernment(s) as to what focus is.

Which reminds me, I got to thinking about the nature of focus with respect to membranes, and it got me to thinking about what is required to stretch a something so thin, that it results in the reduction of mass in certain sectors of the stretched membrane in such a way as to detract/reduce scale. Meaning, the reduction in mass does not cause a fundamental change in anything except scale.

Shrinking. 

Basically, a chain of say…Oxygen atoms…have become so stretched, all while retaining their relational bonds, that some atoms begin to shrink in scale. Methinks we are stumbling into/onto some gravity/anti-gravity kinds of things here.

^Norman Bass – How U Like Bass? (Warp Brothers Club Mix)^

Thinking more in terms of contextual processes that are created for the purpose(s) of creating something that does not currently exist, there are certain things that we can accept as being, for the most part…normal. Like say, the creation of a house using wood, that starts with the chopping down of a tree, and is followed by the chopping down of more trees.

Pretty normal sounding right? 

Welp, what about slamming sub-atom particles together at near the speed of light using the machines that we build in order to achieve this? Is that normal? Or can we consider it “normal” to qualify these activities as…abnormal.

Q: Is “sawdust” considered waste?

A: ???

Do we have processes in place to adequately deal with the ongoing sawdust issue(s)? Have we taken steps? Addressed concerns? Is the matter settled?

^Crash Bass – Hardshake^

Let’s focus

Focus (Optics)

Let’s get more focused

   Focus

We on the same page?

Let us turn it
^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^

I wonder how many membranes are breached in order to perform an “average” surgery.

Fascia
Fibromyalgia
Crystal Habit (Redirected from Fiberous habit)
Fiber
Dietary Fiber
Biodegradable Waste
Tortuous
Tortuosity
Tortious Interference
Tortuosamine
What Is a Tortuous Artery?
Twisted Blood Vessels: Symptoms, Etiology and Biomechanical Mechanisms

So can we assume that there is a difference between a perforation and a cut/incision? What about a stretch or strain? Wouldn’t an incision by a laser be both a perforation and a cut? No to mention the burn(ing).

^Hanayo – Joe le Taxi^


It’s just passed noon on Saturday April 28, and I’ve not been sleeping well. I’ve been dreaming non-stop for months now, but I guess its the season change that is currently fucking me up. I went on a 5 day drinking bender last week, and it did me some good. But still not sleeping very well. Guess I’m sweating heading to Austin a bit. Leaving for Austin soon, and looking forward to it, but also kinda nervous. The dynamics of the trip have suddenly changed. I’ll survive it tho. May even have some fun.

/me shrugs

On the up side, I’ve got the fever to write.

On the down side, I’m gonna be without my computer for a while.

I guess it's time to break out the pen and paper.

OH! I’ve got three stories in the new Underdog Anthology which was published this last week.

UAV front cover all named

I guess I need to write a post on it on my own goddamn blog.

^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^


Got to thinking about the referential dynamics of gene sequences the other day, and the numbers went from “ridiculous” to “incomprehensible” almost immediately.

Picture This: two identical strands of DNA. One of these strands is located in the heart, and the other is flowing within the bloodstream. Now, imagine these two strands in relation to one another. Now think about the sequence in each strand. Do the sequences remain constant? What about in relation to each other?

I mean, we are talking more about cryptography/cryptology than we are about relationships or gene sequences/gene sequencing, so what about discretion, distinction and/or discrimination? Is there potentially some magic in the spacial relationships and orientations of identical things? What about like things? Similar not same kinds of things?

Cryptography
Discernment
Discernment of Spirits
Discrimination

So yeah, if you get two identical things together, what are they now?

Spooky action at a distance?

Or does the action always and forever need to follow a predefined path?

^Boy Harsher — Pain^

Was talking to a certain someone this week about “GUT”, and espoused that this particular pursuit is going to have to include multiple elements, and that the omission of a simultaneous “constructive/destructive” is likely why these efforts to construct a unification continues to fail and/or be elusive.

Grand Unified Theory

Whatever this “GUT” winds up being will have to have contextual nature, and I added Earth/Terra and Sun/Sol distinctions.

EX: The GUT on Earth/Terra will not be applicable on Mars, and the GUT on The Sun/Sol will differ from the GUT on Earth/Terra. We are in motion, and the only constant state appears to be that of “change” and/or “changing”, depending on where you are and when.

Perspective(s).

So yeah, there is likely a metric shitload of fucktons of galactic considerations that also need to be made. Maybe The Zodiac ain’t such a stretch afterall, eh? I mean, if these distant gamma ray bursts are suddenly of global concern because we can now see/detect them, that means that they’ve always been a concern. So I got a question for you…

Q: What’s your fucking hurry?

A: ¿?¿

Maybe if you fucks weren’t so goddamn wrapped up in the fatalistic ends of the more modern interpretations Darwinian theory/theories, you wouldn’t be so fucking anxious to win your very own Darwin Award, and take the rest of us with you in the process.

^Kiesza – Hideaway (Official Video)^

Yes, I am suggesting that certain sectors of science seem to be pretty goddamn fatalistic. I mean fuck, we can get that fatalism bullshit from religion. We don’t need it from you too.

But you’re free to do what you want.

Blow it all up.

😐
^Azari & III – Hungry for the power (Jamie Jones remix)^

 My brain hurts.

Imma go get something to eat, then video the snow for anyone who wants to see it.

^’I FINK U FREEKY’ by DIE ANTWOORD (Official)^

cYacFa

^Hey Boy Hey Girl (Soulwax ‘2 Many DJ’s’ Remix)^

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Feeding time

*Yeah, I’m hungry too, Clicky… /stubs butt… Let’s get sumfin to eat…*

Dear Reader? CYL… 😉 …and have a Song ❤

Accidents ‘Appen */shrugs…*

Red universe Frank published a new post on MEROVEE yesterday, called ‘His Story‘. It’s a cracking read, Dear Reader, so I left a link, below the line, to a LoL post called ‘Epic Rap Battles of His Story‘. And as it’s actually from the past, it is, ipso facto, history 😉 Cue Selfie…

Roob with Austin on Merovee

*/lights up… Clicky, you cut off the bottom… /puffs…*

The majority of my purple shambles have been ‘disappeared’, along with the rest of Sync Miss For Him, so it’ll to fun to look at the colour afresh 😀

https://www.inverse.com/article/42176-sir-william-henry-perkin-canal-google-doodle

Diamonds come from coal, as you’re fond of saying, but so does black goo, the sort created in a scientific accident, whilst looking for some other holy grail. And it not only revolutionize an industry, it made the wearing an expensive colour more affordable. And so accessible, with all the symbolism and meaning it attracts.

Anyway I’ll save all that for the post 😀

And here we are 😀 Now, Dear Reader, you may or may not know of about the significance of the colour purple to me. It was the triple appearance/sync of ‘Purple People Eater’, something that I’d never even heard off before that Sunday in October 2012, that set me on my current crazy path. You can read about it here

*/thinks… Sew my colour scheme for MRREGactually fits?! Thank you, Clicky… /pats snout…*

Goo Gurl Doo Tell Purple People

*/drags… Aye, Clicky, purple people…*

Yesterday’s Google Doodle celebrated the 180th birthday of Sir William Henry Perkin, who in 1856 accidentally stumbled onto a method of producing purple dye, cheaply, from coal tar. He was trying to synthesize quinine, to treat malaria…

*Or a mixer, Clicky… /taps ash…*

… but ended up revolutionizing the fashion industry, creating a ‘river of colours’ and growing very rich…

Goo Gurl Doo Tell Purple Heater

*A purple heater, Clicky… /drags… How fucking syncy is that! …/blows smoke rings….*

I then noticed that in India yesterday, Sir William Henry Perkin’s 180th birthday was celebrated with a different Google Doodle… Taken together, the two images combine to make a Purple people ‘eater… 😀

*Ah, I know what you’re thinking, Clicky… /puffs…*

I’m glad I didn’t finish writing this post last night, Dear Reader, because today I spent my lunch hour in an art gallery, The Beecroft in The Hive. It’s free admission…

Southend Beecroft Gallery in the Hive Centre

… To see an Anglo-Indian exhibition of silks…

Silk River Exhibition

… And in amongst the ceiling floor length unrolled scrolls…

Silk River Scrolls Unrolled

… I spotted the ‘pure’ stuff…

Silk River Scrolls Unrolled 1

*/final drag… You’ll need to zoom in, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

Pure Quinine

Quinine! Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤

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There was another exhibitions on at The Hive yesterday. One called ‘Construction‘ displayed a purple dress…

Purple Dress

… And I nearly deleted this next one butt… I think the words can be made out. I didn’t read the accompanying blurb properly whilst there, struggling and failing as it turned out to get a non-fuzzy shot, but I can just make out the name of Sir William Henry Perkin…

Fuzzy Purple Prose

Have a Song 😀

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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cYacFa

^James Last – Russian Melodies^

*******

Cade sends Roob a missive and a link

*Geologic Time Scales? …/scratches head… *

606px-geologic_clock

*/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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*/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…

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*/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…