*Hmm… So you went with green this time, Clicky? …/nods… Fitting…*
Thoughtful Man just called to tell me that Irish comedian Sean Hughes has died…
*Aww… 51 is no age, Clicky…*
… I thought I’d just throw that peace of breaking news into this shamble, the seventh installment of the current Cade missive…
…And here it is, below. Enjoy! ❤
Let’s checks the scales.
“Skin represents our barrier against the environment and it consists in three layers.”
Against. Or is it the wording of “Barrier + Against” that makes that sound so…conflicting. Conflicted? Combative? I mean, who knew there was such a thing as “The American Skin Association”? I sure as shit didn’t. Or am I too hung up on associations and my associational abilities are not functioning properly? I’m not known for being proper nor doing proper properly.
Since when did distinction or distinctions become cause for further disassociation. Loss of humanity? Subtraction? Detraction? “First, do no harm” kinda loses all of its meaning, eh? Loses all of its bite? Loses all of its sting? Someone worked up a vaccine or body armor against bites and/or stings? Harm to heal? I dunno. How absurd is it to teach someone to count with their toes?
Someone taking the time, to teach someone, how to count…with…their…toes.
I can easily relate because my feet are pretty much just dead clubs at the end of numb legs, and my toes barely even function. So thinking of someone taking the time, to do something so remedial yet gentle, as to point out how to sequentially count, with my toes, my trying to move certain toes, in certain sequences…how fucking lowly and unimportant and elementary and condescending is that?
The fact that someone took the time to do it at all fucking floored me personally. Nevermind the fact that they had already spent God only knows how long developing this method of detecting and/or facilitating motion within the toes, for someone who has no movement or control of their toes.
So, let’s turn the lofty loft, upside down, and see what shakes out. Is there anything up there of value that make it worth the effort?
Only you lofty fucks that lives there can answer this.
^Tycho – A Walk^
To relate further, I watched a documentary on the rock band Megadeth a few weeks ago. The guitar player/singer/founder of this band, Dave Mustaine, broke his hand, and was told by the doctors that he would never play guitar again. Mustaine talked about his rehabilitation, the things that he tried, and the lengths he went through, to regain his ability to play guitar.
One of the things that he mentioned, was picking up needles one by one using a pair of tweezers, then pushing these pins into a board. I immediately cringed at this idea, because my hands and arms shake something fierce when I have to do finite tasks like that or similar. But the thought of him spending hours picking up these needles using only a pair of tweezers, then pushing the pins into a board?
Yeah, inspiring stuff…
^Son Lux – Easy^
Are you shocked when something unexpected happens? Yeah…me too. And in thinking about the nonsense from the previous whatever turned Missive, in not that I necessarily don’t know. What I don’t know, is how to explain what I am seeing. I don’t know who I am tailoring this for, but I can certainly think of some reasons as to why something may be needed.
I’m flying blind. Yeah, there are lights of a more relatable type here and there that keep me going. But it’s difficult to explain how I can see just fine without the lights that others choose to use to light their paths. I can see just fine thanks. OK, so, I wear glasses. But the shit I see in my mind, spirit, being or whatever…
is pretty clear.
^DVBBS & VINAI – Raveology (Official Video)^
I was digging through some of my playlists on YouTube looking for a certain song, but I could not find it.
I guess it's been deleted.
As I cruised through my playlists, and noticed that there are a fuckton of videos that have been deleted/removed completely. Many more have copyright claims and cannot be played. It’s rare that I dig for a particular song, but sometimes I do. Letting YouTube pick the songs for me via random playlists allows me to stumble across a bunch of shit that I would not have every heard otherwise.
But what is odd, is that I stumbled across the band “Lightning Seeds” and their song “Pure” from quite a ways back. Odd that I recently stumbled across this song again, and was quite convinced that I had completely forgotten about the band Lightning Seeds.
Q: I wonder if I did that on the previous time that I stumbled across this song?
A: Prolly. And prolly also self-conditioning of the worst type.
I’m such a bad person.
^DARE [Soulwax Remix] — Gorillaz^
Anyway, what I was thinking about, was how far we need to stretch a line to get it to start bending.
Q: Isn’t stretching bending?
But my intent here is to bend without stretching. As a matter of fact, what I am seeing in my head, is a model for a method of bending a straight line with no discernible motion at all, save for the bending of this line. But that’s what models do ain’t it? Do something without really doing anything?
Welp, I’m thinking about the time(s) and pressure(s) involved in bending a straight line, irrespective of what this line is made of, without generating heat, nor friction, nor any discernible nor measurable phenomena of any kind, save for the bending of this line. I guess what I am seeing in my head, is the basis of how vacuums are formed. Like…the base of a vacuum, yet no vacuum will exist. The temporary nature of this vacuum will be so non-existent, that it will in fact, never exist. Not locally anyway. So yeah…
this is gonna be a different kind of crunch.
^400 Lux – Lorde (Lyric Video)^
I’ve got, and have had, loads and loads of inspirations in my life. Lots of teachers that have taught me much. That makes the quest or a quest for originality kind of a lost cause. Nothing wrong with lost causes tho. I mean fuck…the shit is lost. What better way to find originality, eh?
Just trying to think positive.
I’m not positive that I am thinking in a positive manner thanks to those negativistic asshats that keep telling me I’m being positive, or not being positive enough. They don’t seem too sure. I’m not too sure about that, but I’m sure that I’m positive and/or I’m trying to be positive.
^Napoleon Dynamite Song^
*Nearly done, Clicky… /rubs eyes… *
Good news, Dear Reader. It turns out this is the penultimate installment of this missive from my good friend Cade, The Okie Devil from Text Us. Stand by for numbero ocho… Have a Song 😉