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— Bob Kostic (@causticbob) August 9, 2020
Category: Doctor Who
CLICK5: Art? Don’t Banksy On It
Adventures In Remote Viewing: Blue Sky Thinking…
*Good thinking, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… I mean, it’s not necessary for Dear Reader to visit your post from yesterday, butt it is related to this one…*
On Tuesday evening, Dear Reader, my good buddy Cade Fon Apollyon and I indulged in a spot of remote viewing, but not at first…
… While he took advantage of the lush Texan weather, I scrolled about in the Yellow smoking universe of Twitter. Suddenly I spotted a fresh deposit had been left by another good friend of mine, TNT, in the Red universe of Merovee…
*/flicks ash… I see Shiny has removed his mask now, Clicky…*
Intrigued, I watch the video he posted and immediately decided to visit the YTuba’s channel. There were only 8 videos in total uploaded: 2 on demonic emojis and 6 on a strange hacking incident that occurred in Chicago, way back in 1987. I had an idea…
… I persuaded Cade to tear himself away from his cloud watching and remote view the videos with me. Synchronously, and this post is about that. Ready, Dear Reader?
Three,
two,
one…
*******
CADE
Maybe you can feel me here, and maybe not. But when I think of Chicago, several things come to mind. Cuba, Canada, Belgium, Wax Trax, O’Hare, Midway, AA Flight 191, fireworks, Sears Tower, snow, Aurora, public-access television. Lots of other shit too, but we’re talking about looping through 1987 here in this instance, which was 33 years ago, and that means primarily Wax Trax. Lets put some feelers out…
Barbles
Barbel (Anatomy)
Wax Trax! Records
After watching these vids with Roob, I’m not exactly sure what it is that I am supposed to be doing, other than perhaps solving a mystery. Or maybe giving some of my thoughts surrounding the events of 22 November 1987…24 years after President Kennedy’s assassination in Dallas.
My immediate problem is, watching a set of videos that give their own spin(s) to the event(s). I have no real interest in the Max Headroom pirate signal/hijacking thing, but these videos that I watched are telling me that I should. Not only that, these videos are giving specific reasons as to why I should, namely some Illuminati something or another and all of the symbolism that goes along with it.
With that in mind, I’ve already given you a bunch of my own contributions that likely have no meaning to you unless you loop them through my own perspective(s) via Wax Trax! Records. Namely, Cuba, Canada and Belgium with some nods to Flight 191 and Aurora. And with that, I’ll take a breather and let Roob take the controls for a while.
^GREATER THAN ONE – I Don’t Need God [Official Video] HQ^
ROOB
Thank you for the 33, 22, 11 introduction, Cade 😉
Although I was already aware of Chicago network hacking incident in 1987, I was rather taken by the enigmatic Professor Bulwer Symthe character. The words he used, some repeatedly, like ‘Israel’, ‘alien broadcast’ and ‘sophisticated’…
“Who or what?”
*/smokes contentedly… I know what you’re thinking, Clicky…*
*No, tho’ blimey yeah… /deep drag… No, I noticed the Doctor glance at the photo of his granddaughter, Susan, on his desk… /plumes smoke… And the very first episode of Doctor Who, featuring Susan, was broadcast the day after President Kennedy was assassinated. The show very nearly got cancelled ‘cos nobody saw it…*
“Oh I just made the greatest masterpiece for all the greatest world newspaper nerds!”
As soon as I heard that, my mind went to the smoking Red universe of Merovee and a question frequently explored there by the greatest whirled news mind lines nerds: What Is Real?
Over to Cade…
CADE
JMO, Roob, but “what is real” is quite simple most of the time. You know it. The depth of a particular reality may take time to plumb, may take time to understand or come to grips with it, but yeah…you know it.
The thing most people seem to have difficulty with is explaining a particular reality to someone else. Especially if you and/or the person you are wanting to relate to are in a big fucking hurry. Not to suggest that “real” is always some inherently complex something, but at the same time…yeah…both real and unreal things seem to be pretty fucking complex. Wait, I’m supposed to be talking about signals, signal hijackings and signal hijackings being hijacked.
Our commitments to racial equity
Now, not that I know anything about anything, but a quick read of that makes certain words seem redundantly redundant:
- 1754 words;
- “black” is used 46 times;
- “google” is used 40 times.
Keyword Density
Let us see what the professionals have to say about “keyword density” in this particular writing.
SmallSEOTools-KEYWORD DENSITY CHECKER
If I post the link to the Google CEO blogpost into SmallSEOTools’ keyword density checker, it tells me that my reading of the article may have been correct in detecting certain things being packed into this writing:
- “black” has a frequency of 43 and a density of 7.76%;
- “google” has a frequency of 33 and a density of 5.96%;
- “work” has a frequency of 25 and a density of 4.51%;
- “product” has a frequency of 18 and a density of 3.25%;
- “googler” has a frequency of 16 and a density of 2.89%.
What does all that mean? Welp, if you want “real”, you may or may not find it in the Google CEO blogpost. Kinda depends on what you are looking for and maybe why. What you are going to do with the information? Some people may be trying to hijack things for their own purposes, maybe not. Most things are typically quite obvious with the benefit of hindsight, and if ever there was a year to focus on hindsight and what it is, 2020 is likely the year to do that. Me? I love my vision, but prolly a good idea to be aware of your other senses too. And speaking of being aware, I need to toss this back over to Roob.
Smell ya later.
^a split second “arsenic on the rocks”^
ROOB
I saw the Knights Templar cross make a brief appearance in the video, and something similar appeared in a field in Wiltshire, yesterday, but seen today in the smoking Red universe of Merovee…
*Yes, I know you agree with Cade, Clicky… /stubs butt… Broadcasting is certainly a sync…*
In fact, there is so much to unpack in that second installment, from a puppet lecturing on invisible puppet masters…
… And the whole fly swatting thing…
*Yes, I saw what you did with your Song choice, Clicky. Tho’ I think you’ll find that’s a Monster spatula… /smirks… Still plenty of horns…*
… That syncs with a particular post here at the LoL. Not so much for fly swatting as ‘submit for spanking’, the name of a gif in the post that attracts a disproportionate number of visitors from the Middle Easter. I can only wonder at how disappointed those Dear Readers are when they land that post, whilst busily swatting at their flies…
*That’s the one, Clicky… /scrolls through post… Oh look, Canada is in it and Keith Palmer…*
*Does the pattern on the railing look kinda Templar cross shaped to you Clicky? …/rubs eyes… And is it me, or is that memorial Tardis shaped?*
*OMG! …/covers open mouth with hand… I just remembered the Afterword poem I mutilated for Underdog Anthology II…*
I need a drink. Your turn, Cade…
CADE
Wax trax just took on a whole other meaning. A two-pronged attack on the furry fuzz bivouacked in the crux of the back crack . Yeesh. Must be true love to go through all that. Digress.
And “neutrons leaving the nucleus of an atom” really was my first thought when I saw that crop circle. Also thought about ion-channels. No idea what any of that may mean tho’, other than the obvious “people with too much time on their hands” types of associations. Digress further.
A lot of this stuff in the videos we’ve already talked about in private so I’m trying to address anything that maybe we didn’t talk about (which ain’t much), but seeing as how “insidious” is suddenly on the menu…
Here’s Why Radio Stations Always Start With a ‘K’ or ‘W’
When they mentioned in the Max Headroom video that “WGN” means “World’s Greatest Newspaper”, and also that “WTTW” means “Windows To The World”, that’s kindof a misnomer. The “W” really doesn’t mean anything other than it denotes a US broadcast station. The licensee can brand it, but it really doesn’t mean anything outside of it’s original intent, nor should it because 1) it causes confusion, and 2) they are a licensee, not the owner. The owner is the US Government (vis-a-vis…the citizenry). Why is this important? Hijacking. We’re talking hijacking here, and there are some subtleties underlying these romanticisms about institutions that seem to point back to the notion(s) of “too big to fail”. Did I lose you?
Heartstrings may sometimes allow for fudging, flexibility and forgiveness where none should actually be given. Exceptions made, precedents set, new paradigms formed, and applicability only for a select few. Could be creating a managerial and logistical nightmare for regulatory agencies down the road. Someone wanted a monopoly on the letter “W” and its meaning, and someone gave it to them, perhaps without realizing what it was they were doing. Now it comes down to whether or not to honor the “mistake”.
BTW, I went and watched the “raw” videos just to maybe get a more-clear picture of what it is I’m supposed to be seeing. The flyswatter is epically cringeworthy. For me it is anyway. Butt…that’s water under the bridge.
^The Revolting Cocks – Union Carbide^
Lots of seemingly insidious shit floating around. But really, is that anything new?
Maybe there’s more to “woke” than just and only pointing out what’s broke.
Maybe there’s more to “the spiritual path” than just and only clever math.
Maybe there’s more to “ascension” that just and only pretension.
Maybe there’s more to “spiritual awakening” than just and only finding a word that rhymes with awakening.
😛
^TOPPOP: Brian Eno – Seven Deadly Finns^
ROOB
Thanks Cade, I had wondered about the origins of W or K prefixing of US radio station names. So, it goes: commercial, military, military, commercial?
*Ooh that nipple ring, is similar in shape to the crop circle, Clicky… /lights up… Prince Albert, Public Address… /drags… Personal Assistant… /plumes cloud of smoke… You know, the first story I ever wrote as an adult was for the first Underdog Anthology. Its aboot a PA, on her knees, receiving demonic cumming…*
*True! And social distancing is integral to the plot of the story…*
*Yes! Cade did spot a masonic compass next to the Tardis shaped Palmer memorial and pissing man, just in front of the Templar cross railings… /drags…*
*In a mirror, left is right and right is left… /streams smoke… I’m still fuzzy as to what’s so bad about being illuminated, Clicky…*
Especially when a pyramid is used to close all the Professor Bulwer Smythe’s vids…*
I’ve not seen the Max Headroom movie and I didn’t watch the TV show back in the day. But for me, ‘max headroom’ reeks of memory storage and increased consciousness, à la David Lynch’s explanation…
*LoL… /smokes…*
I’m spent. Cade’s turn…
CADE
I’m not Clicky (as far as I know) so I’m not attempting to answer Clicky’s question, but your comment about illumination and what’s wrong with it? ‘Tis an interesting thought. Especially in this vein of “AI” thinking we’re doing.
Illumination isn’t just and only “knowing”, but knowing sure is painful sometimes. Knowing can even be specifically designed to be painful. You were not aware that your father was shooting heroin, you were not aware your wife was banging several of your co-workers, you were not aware your kids was failing in school, you were not aware that strange spot on your left cheek was Merkel cell carcinoma…someone illuminates you to these facts….BOOM! Pain.
What we do with this information from there? More pain could be on the way. Prolly important that we also address “what’s right with illumination”, but even that is going to have a lot of negatives associated with it. Signs? Symbols? Wonders? Magical and mysterious things? Loads of these things are going to be associated with “the devil” and chalked up as evil right out of the gate. These could be pivotal moments in time for us with respect to the current established order of our lives.
Pump Up The Volume (Film)
What I’m mainly thinking about here is how AI obtains and processes information. And especially the information we feed it + what we may tell an AI to do with that information. How we as the masters “control”, and what kind(s) of pain our decision-making may bring this and these AI(s). “We” are the creators, which means “we” are the masters, which means “we” call the shots irrespective of the feelings of those we control. Kindof a weird bunch of thoughts to be having on the 155th anniversary of Juneteenth.
HEY! And whilst we are on the topic of signals, sending signals, and also intercepting/hijacking/pirating signals, did you know that Rush released a new video this week for their song The Spirit Of Radio? Pirate Radio features in the video, lots of radio personalities and/or DJs also feature in the video, which also means lots of detached and faceless voices blasting their way into your life and your lives. What do detached voices have to do with AI, slavery, mysticism, illumination and all kinds of similarly and dissimilarly related things? I dunno…you’re the smart one…you figure it out.
^Finitribe – Monster In The House (1990)^
When I first bumbled into this current “awakening” incarnation back in 2007/2008, one of the big ideas was that we humans were a slave race created by the Illimanunakinaughty.
Actually, the Anunnaki are the alien race that supposedly created us, but the Anunnaki seem to also be related to and/or associated the Illuminati, so I personally concatenated the two, then added my own flair since both parties are typically chalked up as evil. The concept of us being a slave race really isn’t that much of a stretch, and seems to have come into the public consciousness around the time of the film Stargate. Stargate relies heavily upon Ancient Egypt as a plot device, and speaking of films utilizing antiquity as plot devices, a somewhat related tweet awaited me when I woke this morning…
In the film Alien, Ian Holm played Ash, an android, and likely the creepiest AI since HAL 9000 from 2001: A Space Oddessey. But it occurs to me that both Ash and HAL share a common trait in that they were both instructed by “the company” to lie and/or kill, with no clearly defined parameters as to exactly how. Only the mission is important, and once the rules go out the fucking window due to fear of failure, everything goes to shit…nothing goes to plan…lots of people die…lots of residual pain(s)…all because of, illumination.
Anyway, Ian Holm is a great actor, I personally remember him most as Napoleon Bonaparte from Time Bandits, Ash from Alien, Professor Fitz from The Aviator, and the priest Vito Cornelius from The Fifth Element. Vito Cornelius…a priest from an ancient secret order warning of The Great Evil’s return, in a time where a “black” President is in office, and the whole thing centers around a temple in Egypt. And you know what just occurred to me? I don’t think “social distancing” is represented anywhere in the film The Fifth Element. Quite the opposite actually. I think at one point, the President mentions there are 200 billion citizens on Earth.
Ian Holm was also in Brazil tho’. Seems like there was quite a bit of “social distancing” in the film Brazil. There was all kinds of distancing in the film Brazil.
“Come together, and experience safely, from your own designated area.”
We appear to be figuring out “how to do it”, without actually doing much of anything.
Roob…I toss it back over to you and Clicky, and I leave the reader with a video that will maybe provide some insight into the post-modern idealism of the 1980’s, and maybe also how that relates to today and/or today’s world.
And, I’d also like to give a shoutout to my Uncle Richard, Aunt Charlotte, and Big John. I think about ya’ll a lot, you’re never far from my mind, and always in my heart.
❤
^CYBERPUNK DOCUMENTARY (All 5 parts)^
ROOB
*Yeah, the Rush video is cool. Reminds of A-Ha…*
I have to say I am less convinced by the argument made for the first pillar of the Professor’s theory. Shady ethics and corporate marketing? Seriously?
* /rolls eyes… The Professor needs to watch that, Clicky, for the bigger picture of shady practices used by government, business and scientific entities in order to sell the public on an idea… /final drag… Buy their product…*
“Drink Coca-Cola”
Coca-Cola saw sales rise 57.7% following James Vickery’s subliminal messaging, where as popcorn sales rose only 18.1%…
“Hungry? Buy Popcorn”
*He definitely says ‘buy’… /stubs butt… Hmm…*
Maybe the difference can be accounted for by the simplicity of the first message, whereas the second message is far more complex, being as it is preceded by a question: ‘Hungry?’…
*I saw a ‘DO NOT QUESTION AUTHORITY’ subliminal message in there, Clicky, but nary a question mark in sight…*
There are a ton of answers for a question such as ‘Hungry?’ Asking a question of a viewer through subliminal messaging is not the same as giving them a simple command to act upon. Asking a question prompts thinking and not, mindless action. I’m not saying there isn’t anything to subliminal messaging, just that this particular tranche of the Professor’s argument is weak. I mean, what movie were the subject audience watching?
As for hypnosis? There’s a reason why people respond to hypnosis…
And with that, I’ll now pass you back to Cade.
CADE
Roob, you’re right on track with some of the things that I too thought about with respect to a lot of the ground we are covering, a lot of the ground Professor Blue-Hand covered, and especially the bits regarding subliminal anything.
Pigeonholing
Pigeonhole Principle
Pigeonhole Sort
Blacklisting
Nexting
Nexting
Doxing
Exile
Our bodies seem to disapprove of intruders of all kinds. If a something exists within a certain more or less known framework (our bodies), and that framework cannot figure out what that something is doing there, the framework is likely to start asking questions. Begin an interrogative process to figure out what this something is doing there, and what, if anything, needs to be done about it. Adaptive systems which sometimes know exactly how to react (intruders and foreign objects of known quantities) sometimes don’t know how to react (new organisms or maybe new materials,) and sometimes may even be prohibited from acting due to outside influences.
Nonsteroidal Anti-Inflammatory Drug (NSAID)
Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI)
Beta Blocker
Lobotomy
Gastric Bypass Surgery
Mask
Echolocation Jamming
Thought Blocking
Tangential Speech
Asperger Syndrome
Autism
Firewall
Antivirus Software
Dazzle Camouflage
Discworld (Redirected from Stealth philosophy)
Stealth
Identification Friend Or Foe (IFF)
Password
Secret Handshake
Interrogation
Millimeter Wave Shielding
Amulet
Naivety
Safe Space
Sorry Roob, but I’ve run long in thinking of disrupters and shieldings within the context of a body being able to locate and identify “pirate signals”. And in this case, the “pirate signal” being messages received by the body, when the body either doesn’t know or maybe doesn’t understand these messages and their origins…let alone their meaning(s). Just wondering aloud some thoughts I’ve had regarding humans developing immunities to…pirate signals/hijacked communications.
BTW, correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that “Safe Space” symbol almost identical to the symbol in the Trump ad Facebook just removed for being “a Nazi hate symbol”?
Yeah, the Trump one has a square around the triangle, the Safe Space has a circle around the triangle, and the colors are different, but they both have colored triangles encapsulated in other shapes, and the triangles are oriented the same. Weird.
^Course of Empire – Cosmic Dancer^
Oh…one last thought when thinking about the peculiarities of an entity being able to encounter and understand new things. You know what AI is never given? What accommodation never seems to be afforded Artificial Intelligence(s)? Leisure time. Time off. Breaks. Respite. Convalescence. If the machine is powered on, it fucking well better be working, and it best be working in top form…or else.
24/7/365 – no deviance from the established, no rests written into the score, and no recitatives for this songbird.
Sing to me songbird…sing to me.
Sounds like hell.
Back to you Roob.
^The Smiths Asleep^
ROOB
Did you catch the wave, above? 😉
Finally, we get to the ’11’ of the 911 hack attack in Chicago in 1987 and Doctor Who… Who else?
*I recognise the Sontarans, Clicky, but what happened to the Rutans? …/lights up and smokes…*
‘The creature then stalks down and kills the others in the lighthouse. Vince dies first, then Adelaide. With its presence now revealed, the alien sheds its disguise: revealing itself to be a Rutan, the hereditary enemies of the Sontarans, a green blob-like amphibious life form, whose scout ship crash landed in the sea and is trying to summon its mother ship. With the Rutans losing the war against the Sontarans, they plan to turn Earth into a base for its strategic position, which will allow them to launch a counterattack. However, once the Sontarans find the planet, it will become subject to a photonic bombardment, taking countless human lives.
‘The Doctor modifies a weapon to destroy the alien. The Doctor and Skinsale retrieve diamonds from Palmerdale’s body belt to use the weapon, but Skinsale is killed by the Rutan in the process. The Doctor uses the diamonds as a focus for the electric lighthouse beam to convert it into a high-energy laser by which he destroys the Rutan mother ship. Disobeying the Doctor, Leela watches the laser destroy the ship and is momentarily blinded, and as a side effect the blinding flash turns Leela’s eyes from brown to blue. The Doctor quotes Wilfrid Wilson Gibson’s poem Flannan Isle as they leave.’
*Of course! Ruth Clayton, a.k.a. The ‘Black’ Doctor, smashed the lighthouse light, its illuminator, in order to ‘wake up’ and inhabit her real identity… /shakes head… I did not see that coming…*
“Though three men dwell on Flannan Isle
To keep the lamp alight,
As we steer’d under the lee, we caught
No glimmer through the night.”A passing ship at dawn had brought
The news; and quickly we set sail,
To find out what strange thing might ail
The keepers of the deep-sea light.
*Spooky…*
*Pharmers… /grimaces…*
And now for the final video in the Professor Bulwer Smythe’s Max Headroom series… “so far…” 😉 I hand you over to Cade…
CADE
Wait…I’m supposed to be writing about each individual video? Bloops! I’ve been giving my overall impressions on all the videos we watched, and not really a detailed analysis, let alone a detailed analysis of each individual video. Erm…lemme do this, Imma start watching the final part, get to a stopping point, and I’ll give some thoughts on what I see.
PAUSED!!! @ 1:04 into the “Synchro-Vox” episode. Part 6 or whatever.
They start off by talking about personalities and how they develop, mention the book “I Am A Strange Loop” by Douglas Hofstadter, then use an example from the comic-strip Peanuts to make the case for static vs dynamic personality modeling. For those unfamiliar with the comic, one of the running gags is Lucy holding an American football for Charlie Brown to kick, she always convinces him to try to kick the ball, he is always skeptical, she always convinces him that this time will be different, Lucy ALWAYS pulls the ball away just as Charlie Brown is about to kick the ball, and he always goes flying and winds up flat on his back. In the video example, Lucy “swears on her mother’s grave” that she will not pull the ball away, the video goes on to talk about memory being a predictive indicator, but then only uses Charlie Brown as a reference “in one’s own head” as to the outcome.
I find this odd because Charlie Brown is not the only dynamic in this “predictive indicator”, and Charlie Brown is actually only half of the equation.
Q: Why has Lucy been excluded from the equation as a predictive indicator?
A: Is it because shes….*gasp*…female?!?!!??
We are one of three parties involved in this dynamic, and really the fourth when you take the author of Peanuts into consideration. We can now reduce the dynamic to only two parties…the reader, and the author. The author is speaking to me, they are using the Lucy/football/Charlie Brown dynamic to communicate with me, and since this is a running gag, yes, we already know the outcome irrespective of the dialogue between Lucy and Chuck in the panes of the comic-strip. The author is talking to the reader, doing so via familiar characters and familiar situations, and the reader is listening. But to further explore “this static dynamic” a bit of Lucy, Charlie Brown and the football…
Q: What about new readers?
A: ??? there’s nothing new…it’s just new to you ¿¿¿
One could argue that everything dynamic is actually a static something that is not yet well understood by an individual or a group of individuals. As a new reader to Peanuts, you are unaware of the ongoing football feud between Lucy and Charlie Brown, and so as you continue reading, you hold out hope that “someday, Charlie Brown will indeed kick that football because Lucy will not pull it away”. So, you read on with starry eyes towards a better day that will never come because the creator has designed it that way. Lucy will always, always, pull that football away. Charlie Brown will never, ever, kick that football. This brings up yet another interesting question…
Q: Is it the end-result that matters, or is the interaction between the two parties of Lucy van Pelt and Charlie Brown what matters?
A: ???
One could argue that maybe we sometimes stress the outcome of a particular situation instead of relishing the events of the journey as we travel. Not to mention, the fact that Lucy can always be counted on to pull the ball away, the fact that Charlie Brown will always try and kick the football…Jesus…talk about stable people in a stable relationship. Lucy and Chuck are godlike in this regard (all thanks to Charles M. Shulz).
PEANUTS FOOTBALL GAG SPOILERS!!!
Thanks for the ride Roob. This was fun. Educational. Mind-altering. Soul-enlightening. A tad rough on the fingers and the carpal-tunnel, but its been well worth it 🙂
^G&S – Sonic 25th Anniversary Medley^
ROOB
Thank you, Cade ❤
*Chicago rhymes with Clutch Cargo… /thinks… I’ll annoy…*
Really, you should see for yourself what the puppet professor with a third eye is dissecting and presenting in this series. There is another, and final episode promised. Maybe Bulwerk Smythe will include his take on:
- Chuck “Frickin’ Liberal” Swirsky – a Canadian;
- “Oh, Jesus!” – anagram of ‘use josh’;
- The dildo he takes off his finger, drops to the floor, then holds in his mouth;
- “My files!” – anagram of ‘my flies’;
- Max’s accomplice, the filly presumably moving the tin background behind him when not whacking his buttocks with a fly swatter.
If this incident is as import-…
P.S. From Cade – Roob, there’s one thing I thought about through the whole of this adventure, but neglected to get around to it. Primarily, data and data interpretation. One could argue that the numbers on subliminal advertising are wildly erratic due to improper interpretation of the results. Maybe even due to inaccurate reporting of the findings due to…erm…some underlying agenda. Needing the numbers to say something that the research doesn’t actually support. But I would think, that with subliminal messaging, someone is likely to pick up the mantle at some point, point out that the data was not being properly analyzed due to the science not being fully understood, modeling techniques are much better now, computer systems give us new insight, and soon you’ve got a whole wave of new converts with dollar signs in their eyes looking at your old subversive advertising bandwagon made shiny new.
Another thing that appears to be overlooked is that we are cyclical beings who live in a cyclic environment on a cyclical planet that is teaming with rhythms of all kinds and types. Looking for a single steady tone within a symphony of noise and noises that we do not understand seems at times…absurd. But, I guess that’s kinda maybe part of what makes us human. Chase the impossible /shrug
To me, that’s kinda what this whole series of videos was about. Looking at old things with new eyes in order to see something that others in the past likely missed. And not to sound dire or anything, but I see a problem in that. New eyes being hypnotized by an old spell that is still working its magic, yet no one seems to see the spell that is actually being cast. To relate, some thoughts regarding the past and its ability to rear its head when the details surrounding a something become clouded or lost in time.
The Radium Girls
Someday, Radium’s past will possibly be forgotten, and again is likely to be touted as the new big thing as people stare amazed at its glowy properties. Some things, the glowy bits aren’t so immediately obvious. Like lithium. And asbestos. And uranium. And cocaine. And mercury. And lead. And plastic(s). And polytetrafluoroethylene. And polychlorinated biphenyl. And the Atkins diet. And on and on…you get the picture.
Snake oil
Snake…coil
Hrm
-cade
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And that, Dear Reader, is that for this epic post. Well done. We’re glad you made it to the bottom of the pile on, and hope you enjoyed reading it as much as Cade Fon Apollyon and I enjoyed creating it…
*I’m not Missying you out at all, Clicky… /pats snout… You’re integral…*
*Blue sky thinking, sweetie. Now fetch us a Song to close on. Ta V much…*
… Feel free to stop a while and peruse some the other posts at the LoL. Or not. Like most things in life, you are in charge of the decisions that you make. You have that power.
Have a Song 😀
CLICK5: Sumfin’ Musky
CLICK5: Truth Inside The Lie?
Doctors & Angels – Who Knew?
‘An apprentice butcher who is taught all aspects of the noble art has as much skill as a surgeon.’
*No, you’re an inter-dimensional, alien dolphin assistant, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Now assist me by getting a Song to start this shambles with. If you please…*
*Ooh, good choice. Thanks…*
Hello, Dear Reader, and welcome to Day 34 of lockdown at the LoL. Actually that’s not true – we’ve been open the whole time to visitors. This is a smoking area (see signage displayed to your left), and if there’s one thing to emerge from this time of pandemic, it’s that the Coronavirus appears to find smokers somewhat inhospitable…
*Take a looky… /lights up… Masked… /drags smoke into lungs… Full PPE..*
On Thursday evening, presumably after the ritual applause for the national religion…
*I know, the double standards on display are quite ridiculous…*
… there was a rare injection of humour on the telly…
*Catherine Tate is fab, Clicky… /grins… “Doin’ my Tik Toks”…*
… that got me thinking of another screen to screen conversation…
*Ha! …/flicks ash… Nightingale does shorthand… /blows smoke… Shorthanded…*
*Ooh, that is an icy blast…*
*/final drag… Don’t blink indeed, Clicky… /stubs butt… If you’re feeling Kubricky, Clicky, then ‘bleach’ is a ‘Shining’ word… /plumes smoke… Where are we with this shambles?*
*It was so sad how Donna Noble and the Doctor parted company…*
*Of course, their relationship was strictly platonic, Clicky…*
*Animated statues…*
*Little angels…*
*You know that they are still trying to exterminate smoking, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… You couldn’t make it up…*
Time to end this shambles, Dear Reader. Have a smoke and a Song…
Incense To In Know Sense
‘In Wuhan, a steel-gray sky hung over the melancholy day of Li’s death. An impromptu memorial of flowers, a black-and-white photograph and singed cigarettes — a stand-in for joss sticks — formed at the entrance of the hospital where he had died.’
*Simple butt powerful though, Clicky… /Lights up… Ironic considering smokers are made to stand out… /drags… side…*
*Aye… /streams smokes… asses free…*
incense (n.)
late 13c., “gum or other substance producing a sweet smell when burned,” from Old French encens (12c.), from Late Latin incensum “burnt incense,” literally “that which is burnt,” noun use of neuter past participle of Latin incendere “set on fire” (see incendiary). Meaning “smoke or perfume of incense” is from late 14c.
incense (v.1)
early 15c., encensen “to arouse, inspire,” from Old French incenser, from Latin incensare, frequentative of incendere “set on fire,” figuratively “incite, enrage, rouse” (see incendiary). From mid-15c. as “to provoke, anger.” Literal sense “to heat, make (something) hot” is from c. 1500 in English but is rare.
incense (v.2)
“to offer incense, perfume with incense, fumigate (something) with incense,” late 13c., encensen, incensen, from incense (n.) or from Old French encenser (11c.), or directly from Medieval Latin incensare.
This week, Dear Reader, I have been incensed. Why? Lots of reasons. I should have known from the start…
*/deep drag… arf baked… /snorts smoke… It was jusso…*
*Yeah… /flicks ash… foe kin or fall, Clicky… /sighs… Way too much crying wolf going on these days… /stubs butt…*
*It can lead to some awful decisions taken… /eyes fag packet…*
*Ah, when the Doctor and assistant had at least some chemistry between ’em…/flicks lighter…*
*When a 3 2 1 ray show worked… /lights up… Clicky, be a doll and get me some chainsmokers. I’m in the mood…*
That is all, Dear Reader. Have a Song.
*/smokes contentedly… Fanks, Clicky… /pats snout…*
30-Day Song Challenge: Childhood!
Day 29 of the LoL’s epic thirty day challenge, Dear Reader, and today we’re remembering songs from childhood…
*Sounds like gobbledygook, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*
*And what does that mean?!*
^Legs & Co: Birdie Song / The Tweets (TOTP, 01 Oct 1981)^
Enjoy! ❤
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Day 29: songs remembered from childhood
Cade’s first song pick…
A lot of this is going to come from television. I can see no way around it. It’s either going to be television, church or school since that is the holy Trinitron™ of streams providing music to young ears in my time. I’ve already done a lot of stuff from my childhood, so in order to meet the criteria for today’s specific challenge, I guess we’ll go with television seeing as how church and school were pretty much still stuck in 19th century music when I was a kid. Not that television was that much different, but unlike church and school, television certainly was trying to figure out how to upgrade their musical models.
^Merrie Melodies & Looney Tunes – Opening themes.^
Roob’s first song pick…
Weird that Cade chose to focus in on TV music from his childhood, as the one song I’d fixed upon including in this post – before even receiving his choices – was the theme tune for a sports show on TV…
*No, that’s not the one I’m specifically thinking of Clicky, though we did watch it at Sunday teatime…*
*Fuck! I’d forgotten just how much cricket I was subjected to as a kid…*
*I’ll admit, there was quite a lot of it I did like…/flicks ash… But that’s not it. Seriously, we could be here all fuckin’ day if you’re gonna keep on guessing, Clicky…*
*Close…*
^Classic UK TV Theme ~ Pot Black (Black And White Rag)^
Cade’s second song pick…
Loads of music came in via the idiot box. Mostly musical snippets and blurbs. Lots of fade-ins, lots of fade-outs, and lots of musical chunks that really didn’t belong to a tune, but rather just disconnected and otherwise disjointed musical sounds added for dramatic effect. A xylophone tapping out a cadence to let you know that the news was on. Or maybe a bar or two of some dramatic horns with kettle drums banging away in order to snap your attention away from whatever you were involved in whilst simultaneously raising your pulse rate. Television producers were some devious fucks way back. Loads of people graduating colleges with sociology, psychology, and marketing degrees, and you must put them to work in some capacity in order to prove the the educational system is A) working, and B) pays off in the long run. The practical side being, these young minds you are employing bring with them fresh perspectives on squeezing dollars out of the public, whilst simultaneously remaining malleable enough that they can likely be made to not make distinctions between light and dark. Afterall, they need their jobs. They gotta eat. So you cross some lines here and there…so what?
^Zoom opening credits – Season 3, Cast 2^
Roob’s second song pick…
*Kid shows full of kids. Yuck! Ironic, too, considering that one ran for decades… /blows smoke rings… Oh, I didn’t know Russell T Davies worked on that show…*
*Was it a case of ‘Why don’t you… regenerate Doctor Who?’ …/smirks…*
^We could have been anything – Bugsy Malone^
Cade’s third song pick…
The answers as to why samplers and sampling became so popular in music are right there, you possibly just aren’t looking at things as they really are. Everything got put on the clock at some point. Everything got condensed. The radio was still a bit fluid with respect to time, and also fluid with respect to their programming. But not television. Television was relentless. You have a block of time, in time, and that’s all the time you get. That means anything and everything is over-produced. No raw, no rare, everything is well-done. Rehearsed and practiced to perfection. Sequenced. Quantized. Sterilized. Clean. Machine like. Nothing left to chance. The art has been, and is still being, perfected.
Digress
You’ve got somewhere between 30 and 60 seconds to get your brand out there with a shiny and smiling face, and you gotta do so in such a way that people are gonna beat a path to your door. God only knows how much time, effort and resources went into producing that perfect commercial, but you can bet it was a lot. Pouring weeks or even months into a few seconds. Getting into people’s heads a few seconds at a time, and staying there. Yeah, I’m thinking that it caught on.
^SPEED RACER 1967 Cartoon Intro^
Roob’s third song pick…
The one song that completely captivated me during my childhood, was also encountered via the telly. When my school put the play on for Christmas, I practiced and practiced singing it before the afternoon of auditions in the school gym. I was so excited to be asked to stay on once Mr Ford, the teacher/director, had made his shortlist of candidates for the leading role. That excitement was matched by my complete and utter disappointment to discover that I was only there to help stack the gym benches back along the wall once the auditions were over…
*/shrugs… Yeah… /stubs butt… I got two speaking parts and simulated the tornado sound, so I actually ended up with 3 roles in the play, Clicky…*
^Somewhere Over the Rainbow – The Wizard of Oz ((1/8) Movie CLIP (1939) HD^
The final word to Cade…
My intent today was not to be morose or glum and gloomy. I had no idea what I was being fed at the time. Just someone born into the world when I was, and have spent a good portion of the rest of the time trying to make some kind of sense of it all. And, I honestly don’t remember much outside of television with respect to music other than a lot of the ground I’ve already covered in both this 30-day thingie, plus a lot of the writing I’ve done over the past few years. I guess I make distinctions between television and radio music because music on the radio seemed to be more about giving, whereas stuff on television was all about taking. Music on the radio willingly opened a door and gave freely, whereas the stuff on television was more akin to sticking a crowbar in the door to break in or maybe picking the locks. So yeah, the music I remember from “my childhood” is a lot of bits and pieces of nonsense. A chaotic scramble of nonsensical noise created for the express purpose of getting inside my head, and staying there. Consumer 4 Life.
^The Mamas & The Papas – Monday Monday^
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We reach the end of the song challenge tomorrow and the final task…
*And Cade and Poppy and Legs, Clicky… /pats snout… And you…*
… When we’ll be suggesting songs that remind us our ourselves. If there’s a song that reminds you of yourself, Dear Reader, pop it into the comments, below, and we’ll include it in the grand finale 😀
Until then, have a Song 😉
^Fade Away And Radiate – Blondie (1978) FLAC Remaster 1080p^
30-Day Song Challenge: Numbers!
Day 2 of the 30-day song challenge, Dear Reader…
… and this time Cade and I are looking at songs with numbers in their titles…
*Exactly. Like the one Joe Public left in comments yesterday. That was very sweet of him, Clicky…*
…And as with yesterday’s post, we’re gonna start with Cade’s first pick. Enjoy! ❤
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Day 2: A song you like with a number in the title
Cade’s first song pick…
Today, I had a tie for first place. Really not sure which one jumped in there first, but for the purposes of this writing, I’ll start with number 9, then move on to 49.
Engine, engine, number nine,
Going down Chicago line.
If the train jumps off the track,
Do you want your money back?
Can’t recall when nor where I originally heard this song (probably my younger sister) but it wandered back into my life about 7 years ago whilst I was having my evening walk at the local park. Amazing the random and long forgotten stuff one stumbles across when rummaging through the storage closets of your own soul.
<Midnight Star – Engine No.9>
Roob’s first song pick…
My first song is a very easy pick for me. ‘Four to the Floor’ by Starsailor was the very first song Thing 1, Looby Lou, sang along to and requested over and over again, whilst being driven about town by Thoughtful Man. He was nearly 3… Ahhh 😀
<Starsailor – Four to the Floor>
Cade’s second song pick…
And now, onward from 9 to 49. What can you not say about this song? It’s funky, it’s bluesy, its slightly sleazy, some swing, some grind, its rock and fucking roll you can bang your head to…all with a dash of Joe Walsh weirdness. It is highly likely that I first heard this song at the local skating rink.
<James Gang – Funk #49>
Roob’s second song pick…
Five is my number – my birth day, divided by my birth month equals 5. The year I was born, when the digits are added together, comes to 5. Both 5 and 55 are Fibonacci numbers and that just so spirally 😀 I have to include a song with 5 in the title, but which to choose?
*/nods… Beethoven’s Fifth would be a good choice, Clicky, but I fancy sumfin more upbeat. Sumfin to dance and sing along to…*
*Perfect!*
Cade’s third song pick…
Was weird that the first two songs that popped into my head, have actual numbers in the title. Me and Roob are doing three songs each for this particular post, so it’d be kinda neato if all three of my songs had actual numbers in the title. However, the next song to pop into my head was Two Time Grime by Skinny Puppy. FUCK! I love that song, but no actual number in the title. What to do?
‘Gymnopedie No. 1’ by Erik Satie just popped into my head…it has an actual number in the title. Now ‘Piano Concerto No. 21’ by Wolfgang Mozart has popped into my head…it has two actual numbers in the title. After thinking even further, ‘8:15 To Nowhere’ by Vicious Pink has floated into my brain on a breeze…it has three actual numbers and a colon in the title.
Holy SHIT!!! A spoiler just appeared on my radar. On top of all that number crunching, I stumbled across a song in my head with a really weird kind of number in the title. I think I’ll save the spoiler song for the comments section, you can look up those above three works if you so desire, and I’m gonna stick with the original #3. Quick question before we get there tho…
Q: Are these songs supposed to be “rock”?
A: ???
The individual from the original tweet was called “Rock God”, so I’m wondering if some of this stuff I’m picking would pass muster as “rock”, or even “songs”. Prolly some people reading this that wouldn’t even classify some of the stuff I pick as “music”. Uncultured swine the lot of you 😉
<Skinny Puppy – Two Time Grime>
Roob’s third song pick…
As I’m gonna have the final word on this post, choosing my third song is really easy; I’ve only listened to it, like, a squillion trillion times in my life. It has 4 digits only, five if you include Cade’s ‘gut’ feeling, above 😉 I give you Blondie’s ’11:59’…
<Blondie – 11:59 – Parallel Lines [1978]>
The final word by Roob…
*Hey, I thought I was having the final word, Clicky…*
*Woo Who, Song too… /squints… Interesting…*
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And that, Dear Reader, is Cade and mine’s choices on day 2 of this 30 day challenge. Tomorrow will be ‘summertime’ songs, so do come back for that. And if you have a favourite song with a number in its title, please feel free to let us know via the comments section, below. We’d love to hear them 😀
Have a Song...
<Queen – Seven Seas Of Rhye (Official Lyric Video)>
Missive From ‘Merica: Mid-Week Spammich
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po T able
Wah tour…wah tour…Avree Wear®…
Butt gnaw…tuh duh rawp…Treblinka.
The “po”…roughly translated in Americanese, might refer to “the poor”.
The “T”…roughly translates to a junction, also means some sciencey and other commercial stuff here and there.
The “able” could refer to the dude that was unable to sense his brother’s murderous intentions, but might also refer to “a bull” if you get extra stretchy wif it.
But in truth, it's none of those things
po T able = “Top Table” where the “T” is shared backwards and forwards.
Guess I coulda done “po TT able”, but why use two, when one will do.
What do you think I am? Some governmental stooge or something?
^Fazerdaze – Lucky Girl (Official Video)^
Teaching = Indoctrination
Guess it all depends on which classes you sign up for, the school(s) you choose, who your teachers wind up being, all kinds of neato and interesting variables. Maybe also wanna consider who got the ball rolling in a particular direction and what their intentions were. So, with that in mind…
what's your story?
What kind of ball are you? What kind of ball do you want to be?
Crystal?
Charity?
Royal?
Foot?
Volley?
Bowling?
Eye?
Canon?
Those of you who are of the basket variety of ball can make your basket case now.
^The Breeders – Cannonball^
Let’s go ahead and start with some definitions before I let the cat out of the bag and spoil all the synchonautical fun.
Poverty (Redirected from Poor)
T (Disambiguation)
M
Able
Crossroads
Junction
Taurus
Drinking Water (Redirected from Potable)
Potable
Potable Water Diving
Colloidal Gold (Redirected from Potable gold)
Avree
Wear
Top
Table
Toptable
Tabletop
Top Table
Top-Table
I open when I need to be open, I close when I need to be closed. Same as you. Course, I might be closed when you personally need me to be open. Sry. Come back during normal business hours. And don’t ask me when those are, because I don’t know.
^Amyl and the Sniffers – Got You (Official Video)^
Some people are likely interested in building the m pyre, just to watch it burn.
^Starfucker // STRFKR – Golden Light^
My broken headphones keep dying. Showing signs of the final and non-fixable death. If you fine fuckers at Sennheiser wanna send me a new pair of Sennheiser HD 280 Pro’s to replace this broke-assed pair where the wire somehow broke within the crossmount thingie that goes across the top of my noggin’?
Send 'em on...I'll use 'em
I really don’t want to have to find the internal break and try and solder the wire nor cut the wire where I think the break is, and try and replace the section with something else. Could result in total calamity. Looks like that’s where I’m headed tho.
😐
^The Distillers “Man Vs Magnet” (Official Music Video)^
On more than one occasion, I’ve seen reference to the term “top table”. Typically in documentaries of the British and/or UK varieties, almost always in reference to some kind of international politics, and I guess Britain’s place at this table with respect to certain interests. Getting there, staying there. Having a say in goings on. National pride. An implied national Jonesing for keeping up with the Joneses.
Yesterday, I was kinda absent my friend Roob’s presence for a while, and it turns out she was watching some Parliamentary goings on in the UK via her telly. Some vote happened, and there were some results. I guess Boris’ somewhat modified version of May’s plan was voted down, some general election in December was not approved, and there was reference to some kind of bill that was recently passed which I guess didn’t stipulate that Boris/the PM should actually accept any offers made by the EU, so it had to be clarified or amended or whatever.
European Union (Withdrawal) (No. 2) Act 2019 (Redirected from Benn Act)
Pyre
Wicker Man (Roller Coaster)
Gerstlauer Euro-Fighter
Eurofighter GmbH
Pyrenees
Black Hand (Serbia)
Kingdom of Sardinia
Cheech & Chong’s The Corsican Brothers
Allied Invasion Of Sicily
Balkans
Anyway, I guess the agreement was turned down, the request for a general election was turned down, and it looked as tho a “hard exit” would take place at some point on Thursday, unless of course that lurking “extension” was accepted. Which, later in the day, I guess it was. Now it’s just a matter of seeing what happens today, and whether or not a general election is held on 9 December.
Labor. Labor. Labor.
Why does that ring a bell? Prolly something to do with getting dinged and the subsequent pain(s).
“For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.”
Labor Parties everywhere, and not a job in sight.
That might produce a ping and pang of pain(s) here and there.
^Ride “Leave Them All Behind”^
No stranger to the concept of the top-table, I. Growing up, family functions where food was involved, the adults had their table, the kids had theirs. Usually the kids table was in a back room or outside on the patio. The kids just wanted to eat, but in looking back, I get the feeling that there was more on the menu than just/only food for the adults. They had grownup things to talk about, and likely had to do so in grownup language. Stuff of the not-so-nourishing varieties to young ears.
We kids eventually grew to understand what was going on in that other room. And although what was actually being discussed was typically beyond us, we could get a vibe on whether this something was good or bad just by listening to the tone(s). The vibration(s) or lack thereof. If it got loud, it was bad. And you had to take into consideration who was getting loud + who was responding to that loudness and how. If dad was getting loud, that was bad. Especially if someone was getting louder in response. Dad usually kept quiet at gatherings, and anyone who crossed him when he did speak?
Le yikes...
They were taking their life into their own hands. And when one or more of the women started to get rowdy? Holy shit, I wanted to pack my shit and leave town, because that meant things had gotten just about as bad as they could get. For a female member of the assembly to not only speak up, but to do so in a combative and/or authoritative way? The shit had definitely hit the fan over some something.
Who was his cousin. Good question? Or poor wording?
Who was his cousin?
Poor wording, bad punctuation, I really don’t know which is the case in this context, nor do I know who “was”, other than the obvious and/or potential. The more you read it (who was his cousin) the less succinct it becomes. Not sure as to any “degradation” tho. Some people have more bumps and bruises in life than others. Some choose the path of faith, some choose the path of belief, and yes, those seem quite different paths to me. Faith in self, faith in others. Doesn’t matter if the ring is brass or gold or cryogenically-cooled steel, I ain’t looking for it. Sure as shit found a ring or two along the way tho.
Also
Who also was his cousin.
Awl sew.
Ah, so.
Lhasa.
Seven…Year…Zen…Tibet.
Tibet…or…you bet?
Seven years of Zen sounds nice irrespective of where.
Even if the place is the pits.
Can I agree to something I don’t understand?
Weird...very weird
^The Muffs – Weird Boy Next Door (Official Music Video)^
Dunno if you’ll actually watch this next vid, but a minute into the start, there’s a single hotdog wiener that the girl didn’t touch. Hopefully her hands were clean and free of contamination. Contamination on the wiener can be cause for concern to some.
^13. Melvins – A History of Bad Men (Live in Norway, 2007)^
JANUS WORDS
Last Name = Janus, First name = Hugh
Is it any wonder that peeps used to have single names/self-identifiers? Much less clay to work with in the bastardization department. Some might even come up with a something in the naming and nomenclatures department that is more or less bullet-proof. Like say, not having one/any.
^Sonic Youth – Bull In The Heather (Official Video)^
Was doing some reading the other day on the topic of MC 900 Ft. Jesus, mainly because I used some of his shiz in a post, and came across a gem of an interview with Spike Jonez via the footnotes.
“My friend Lou and I were on a trip to Dallas for a skate tour,” Jonze recalls. “We were in the hotel room and we realized: MC 900 Ft. Jesus lives in Dallas. Let’s find him! We started looking up Mark Griffins in the phone book and we found a bunch of them and just started calling them. My friend would say, ‘Excuse me, sir, how tall are you?’ After three or four we got one who just started laughing, and we knew we had found him. This was a few years before we did the video, but we talked on the phone for 20 minutes. It was awesome.”
– Spike Jonze dishes on his classic music videos (and Dallas’ MC 900 Ft. Jesus)
That’s pretty clever as far as cold-calling goes. Very specific. Very succinct. Looks like you chose the correct password combination for that particular passageway.
Well done
^Dead Kennedys – Holiday In Cambodia^
Eventually, the well is gonna quench your thirst, and you’re gonna try and turn off the tap. It’s possible that you may even think the well has run dry. Maybe it has.
/me shrugs
^Dope Lemon – Hey You^
The well has run dry before. Stands to reason it’ll happen again. But that first time the well ran dry? Sure it was dry for a spell, but then, it rained. It rained a lot. It rained. And rained, and rained, and rained.
Q: Does it matter from which direction a rain comes?
A: ?->¿<-?
Are rains that come in from the west, the same as rains that come in from the north, or the same as rains that come in from the south? I would say east but we don’t get rains from the east here. Well, not until recently we didn’t.
But I’m wondering about the contents of the water in the well. Like, aggregate. Summer rain(s), Spring rain(s), Winter rain(s), Fall rain(s)…they can’t all be the same. So is their logic in the moisture(s) that are brought to where and when/via what direction? Here, we have a lot of swimming pools. That means that a lot of peeps around here have spent a good deal of time stewing in water that has a high concentration of chlorine. You drink that shit too via the public water supply. Over time, what does that do to a gal or fella?
I’m mainly thinking about the aquifers in this area and the waters that feed them over time. What nutrients and minerals were brought in, and what nutrients and minerals leech from the local environment(s), plus what all that adds up to. The particulate in the atmosphere is changing, so moisture in the form of rain likely ain’t bringing the same stuff it used to. When you consider the direction the moisture may be coming from at a certain time of year, then you consider the nature of agriculture as it was then and is now, add in the industrial usages of waters from the river systems and other varied water sources, there’s a shift happening right under our noses that may be so obvious that we’re missing something else entirely. Or maybe not. Lots of eyes on waters everywhere. Just depends on who you are listening to/not listening to.
^Ocean grabbing — local fishing communities under threat? | DW Documentary^
Dear DW,
You make some pretty good documentaries on some pretty interesting subjects. However, the music is really getting out of hand. A smattering of music here and there is great. It adds without detracting, and is a great way of hearing some new music I may have never heard before. However, I challenge you to watch the following documentary, and I want you to keep track of how much time within the film is absent of either music or some kind of ridiculous and over the top foley/added sound effects. Along with the narration, it is my opinion that you as the viewer are given no time whatsoever to actually think, contemplate, and make decisions for yourself as to the goings on depicted in the film. Of course, maybe that’s the point: tell the viewer what to think and why, and give them no time to ponder or question.
Have fun counting the seconds in that film, and thanks for the docs irrespective of my personal grievances with respect to them.
Love,
cFa
^The Beginnings Of World War 1 Explained | First World War EP1 | Timeline^
Anger? I get.
Rage? I get.
Fury? I get.
Pride?
I don't get that at all
Sure, I’ve taken it out for a spin here and there, but I don’t understand the concept. It’s the one thing you’re supposed to have, except when you have it. Then it’s the one thing you aren’t supposed to have. I guess maybe “pride” is like a philosophical hot potato.
See a doctor and get rid of it
^The Hives – Hate to Say I Told You So^
Speaking of well and wells and being well and water(s) and such, Sophie, Sophia, Sewing and Sofas sure have been appearing on the radar a lot of the past few weeks.
Standard Operating Procedure
Sop
SOP
Piety
CouchSurfing
Couch Surfing
Couch Surf
Iwye
Anyone got a line on what’s up with that sopping? Too much gravy and not enough bread? Too much bread and not enough gravy? We all have our crosses to bear. So the story goes.
^IDLES – MOTHER^
Ever heard of a PPE? I’ve mentioned what it is before, but think it deserves a revisit.
PPE
The Dirty Little Secret Behind Internet Mortgage Pricing Engines
Dynamic Pricing
Can you imagine standing in line at a brick-and mortar store, the price was $7.99 when you picked your whatever up off the shelf, but the person behind you in line pays only $6.99 for the exact same item because the price was changed/lowered after you picked the thing up off the shelf? Bet you’re angry now, eh? What if the price went up tho. Would you then snicker at the person behind you and think, “wow, I’m getting a really great deal!”
Mortgages work like that
Whether you do or don’t pay thousands over the term of a loan could change in mere minutes. Kinda depends on when you commit and why. You wanted the best price, you got it.
Pony up
Of course, if you’d have waited another hour, you could have gotten an even better deal. But is this really that big of a shocker? You’re in this game. Part of it. One of the wheels that makes the machine go, and every single thing you do is gonna cascade in some way, shape or form. Maybe you weren’t aware of that. Maybe your mortgage loan, and your committing to it when you did, was the straw that broke the finance camel’s back and made rates drop even lower.
Someone's did
^the flowers – after dark^
Well, this is strange...
Looks almost…balanced. Gotta keep in mind tho, some resonances are quite destructive when they are “balanced”.
Just sayin'
^Fontaines D.C. – Boys In The Better Land (Darklands Version)^
You hear about that dude that got stuck upside down on the chimney and died? Sucks. I watched some documentaries sometime back on people in the UK that demolish old chimneys by hand. Makes sense. These things were put up by hand, so, why not bring them down by hand. Brick by brick, up they went. But when it’s time to come down? Some just want the fuckers gone, and fast. I guess that was Nobel’s whole point tho. Watt’s also. Lenor’s and Otto’s. And Whitney’s, Tesla’s and Edison’s too. Do the work of many with much less and/or little to none.
Comparatively
Where was I? Oh yeah, died with a hammer in his hand. For those interested in the more mystical and associative kinds of inference, I guess “the hanged man” and “the dead man” instantly spring to mind. However, what about the man?
Yeah, the person
Some dude, working a shitty and dangerous job, something goes wrong, story ends. For him it does. I’d bet he didn’t wake up yesterday morning and say, “Oh boy oh boy, I sure as shit hope something goes really fuckin’ awry today and I wind up a media sensation which causes the soothsayers and psychics to lose their everlovin’ minds.” Considering the goings on in Parliaments all over the world, some might interpret that poor dude’s death as something…
symbolic
Ironic, that here I sit, doing pretty much the very thing I’m damning. Trying my best not to read into any symbolism, although my mind is certainly awash in symbolism tho. But at the same time, thinking about this dude, his family, friends, the people that had to try and rescue him/eventually pull his body down…all kinds of people affected in all kinds of ways, all over the place, both directly and indirectly/less-directly.
^John Henry: One of America’s Warriors^
How does one talk about things? I don’t think there’s an answer. Not a correct one anyway. You talk about a something, or you don’t. Either way, might wanna prepare yourself for a smack on the snout irrespective of which choice you make.
Augur
You can read just about anything. Draw all kinds of stuff from that and those well(s), make all kinds of conjectures and reach all kinds of conclusions. Still, you have to walk the walk of your chosen path.
^Psychedelic Porn Crumpets – Found God in a Tomato^
Having a dream within a dream sounds like a cool concept. Until it actually happens anyway. How do you relate such an experience, and to whom do you relate it to? For what purpose(s)? If you had similar or same and wanna talk, sure. But to just spout the experience out to garner attention? Well, that kinda makes sense too on some levels.
Being alone is...scary
Anyway, if you wanna talk, sure, I’ll give it a go, but I personally have no agenda. Any agenda(s) you might have/bring to the discussion may be a shade…transparent. Maybe not specifics, but a dark spot is still a spot. Easy to spot. In the interest(s) of transparency, prolly best I’m upfront about that.
Bring the noise
^Grimes – We Appreciate Power (Lyric Video)^
Hang in there fellow humanoid type entities. Sunshine sucks without rain. Oh, and this whole “potable” and “top table” mess started off because I dropped by C Frank Davis’ place first thing this morning and read his latest post. Lots of weirdness going on over there in the UK both inside and out. I guess there are those looking to create a wave of dissent they can ride until that magical 2050 mark. Makes sense, but also doesn’t. 2050AD/CE is arbitrary as hell whilst riding on a planet that is supposedly 4.5 billion year old, and this same planet is swimming in a 13.8 billion year old sea. Delay, until established, then hold. Hold until relieved. That’s the only thing I can figure.
^London Grammar – Strong [Official Video]^
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