Dear Reader, I have been reading Animal Farm by George Orwell, as part of the newly formed Gloom Dog Book club…
*Oh, it’s a great book choice to start with considering current political climes, Clicky…*
There’s a paragraph early on in the story that grabbed my attention because it synced with a conversation that I had with Cade Fon Apollyon on Friday evening, regarding: the 1966 movie Arabesque starring Gregory Peck and Sophia Loren; some randomly posted bible verse in the comments of a YouTube video of disco song that was a hit in Japan in 1977; and an unexpected stream of swan, monkey, lion and elephant appearances to cross my path that day…
*Yeah I know. It’s a bit whacky, butt bear with me and I’ll try to explain…*
First things first, here is the paragraph from Animal Farm that grabbed my attention:
‘Napoleon took no interest in Snowball’s committees. He said that the education of the young was more important than anything that could be done for those who were already grown up. It happened that Jessie and Bluebell had both whelped soon after the hay harvest, giving birth between them to nine sturdy puppies. As soon as they were weaned, Napoleon took them away from their mothers, saying that he would make himself responsible for their education. He took them up into a loft which could only be reached by a ladder from the harness-room, and there kept them in such seclusion that the rest of the farm soon forgot their existence.’
*Okay I’m getting to it… /drags… Get arabesque to show, Dear Reader, Clicky…*
*No, the movie… /rolls eyes…*
*An outbreak of flu is used as an excuse in the opening scene and the missing cipher hidden in a sweetie wrapper, labelled 9…*
*The title of Wes’ talk is meant to be sarcastic. Actually a ‘pollock’ is also a fish… /thinks… Wait, this is syncing with the ‘lost joke’ in your recent post, Clicky…*
*Vans with ‘Cubitts’ on the side were very prominent in the movie… /drags…*
*Weird fucking movie, Clicky. Enjoyable but weird… /streams smoke… To think, we only watched it ‘cos of a Twitter convo Cade had with @monkeynutshell shortly beforehand…*
*/flicks ash… A trio from Frankfurt…*
*Some elephant tweets had crossed my twitterfeed that day…*
*Menemosyne is an aspect of the Planetary Animal Mother, Sophia, according to Gnostic teacher John Lamb Lash… /final drag… Goddess of Memory and mother of the 9 Muses…*
*An elephant would be an excellent witness to a crime, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
*Wes’ latest vid… /grins… Talk about the elephant in the room…*
Okay, I’m gonna have to assume, Dear Reader, that you followed the conversation above and employed your Clicky when cued, to perceive the synchronicities that I experienced…
… So, let’s go back to the paragraph from Animal Farm that grabbed my attention…
‘Nose of a Lion took no interest in Snowball’s committees. He said that the education of the young was more important than anything that could be done for those who were already grown up. It happened that Jessie and Bluebell had both whelped soon after the hay harvest, giving birth between them to nine sturdy puppies. As soon as they were weaned, Napoleon took them away from their mothers, saying that he would make himself responsible for their education. He took them up into a loft which could only be reached by a ladder from the harness-room, and there kept them in such seclusion that the rest of the farm soon forgot their existence.’
*Sorry for the spoiler, Clicky, butt those 9 puppies became Napoleon’s attack dogs, enforcing his rule over Animal Farm…*
*Yeah, it’s a lot to take in, Clicky…*
I’ve nearly finished reading Animal Farm, Dear Reader. It’s funny, George Orwell prefaced the story with ‘A Fairy-tale’, a pejorative term used to describe myths…
… Have a Song, Dear Reader… 😉
Good news, Dear Reader! Double good news in fact, as there is a Missive From ‘Merica in the works from the Okie Devil of Text US, and that will be ready for you tomorrow.
But first, we were excited to hear on Tuesday that the Library of Libraries has been inducted into an online gang of scribblers…
*LoL, Clicky… /rolls eyes… It’s a dream come true…*
… Called Martin Scriblerus…
*Exactly, Clicky. Satire’s booming…*
*It’s a sign of the times…*
…You’ll find a permanent link to the Martin Scriblerus site on the sidebar, to your left. It has some excellent bloggers, Dear Reader. Do go take a look…
*You do know that if Dear Reader takes your advice, Clicky… /flicks ash… they might not come back for the rest of the post…*
The other equally surprising and delightful occurrence on Tuesday was the movie Cade and I remote viewed. I came across it quite by accident…
… The only ‘Professor and the Madman’ I’ve heard of before were a couple of wonderful podcasts from my favourite online philosophy lecturer, Wes Cecil…
… But a historical biopic about the labours of birthing the Oxford English Dictionary? With a glorious cast, studded with Oscar winners? Sounds like my kind of movie; why had I never heard of it before?!
… So Cade and I remote viewed ‘The Professor and the Madman’ and then discussed it afterwards, sparking all sorts of connections as we went…
*Yeah, I had to stop at that point to mop up the tears and blow my nose…*
*Lashy reckons the ancient Gnostics described the Aeon Sophia as a plasma entity… /final drag… Before she turned herself into the Earth that is…*
*Whoa, that U Tuba’s avatar is Spider-man? What’s the name? …/stubs butt… Sounds familiar…*
… So, three LoL recommendations for you today: One – visit Martin Scriblerus and check out the bloggers there; two – ‘The Professor and the Madman’ is an absolute gem of a movie of some fascinating history, and most definitely worth seeking out. Finally, three – come back tomorrow for a brand new missive; Cade has sent a corker 😀
We’ll see you then, Dear Reader. Have a Song…
*/nods… Good riddance…*
Happy First of February, Dear Reader. Hooray! It’s a brand new month…
month following January, late 14c., ultimately from Latin februarius mensis “month of purification,” from februare “to purify,” from februa “purifications, expiatory rites” (plural of februum “means of purification, expiatory offerings”), which is of uncertain origin, said to be a Sabine word. De Vaan says from Proto-Italic *f(w)esro-, from a PIE word meaning “the smoking” or “the burning” (thus possibly connected with fume (n.)). The sense then could be either purification by smoke or a burnt offering.
*Wot’s that gotta do with February, Clicky? …/smokes…*
The last month of the ancient (pre-450 B.C.E.) Roman calendar, so named in reference to the Roman feast of purification, held on the ides of the month. The Old English name for it was solmonað, which is said to mean “mud month.” English first borrowed the Roman name from Old French Feverier, which yielded Middle English Feverer, Feoverel, etc. (c. 1200) before the 14c. respelling to conform to Latin.
*Ah, I see… /rubs brow… An’ adding an ‘ippo into the mix gives fire, earth and water. What about air?*
…And as January was particularly insufferable, here’s hoping February turns out better…
*’Scuse me, butt ‘ow exactly is that any bettah?*
*Oh, March… /rolls eyes and stubs butt… ‘Mounting Hare-steria’, there’s plenny of that, Clicky…*
…Have a Song… 😉
*What? We’ve got a missive to post, Clicky…*
*Oh, you’re thinking of the recent accent conversation…*
*Yeah, I ain’t seen that movie yet, Clicky. No idea how Riff-Raff speaks…*
*Blimey. I never knew that… /lights up and smokes… Can we get on formatting the fucking post now?*
My newest band is called…
The new album “Never Mined The Bliss Tours” will drop in November.
^deadmau5 – Bridged By A Lightwave^
Sechs Pieced Oles
Sex Peace Tulls
Sex Piss Tolls
I got a question...
Q: How long can a spell make confusion linger within the resonance of a language itself?
I’d think that it’s gonna have to right itself at some point. And yes, I get that certain “spells” might be required in order to give…erm…”the creators”, a break. Create a barrier, or some kind of separation, and let the thing run for as long as it does. Give those on both sides of the membrane a chance to figure out some things on their own, and without direct interference from the other side. Yes, I’m thinking about spells, and how they can be nested within a language so as to reinforce and/or extend that spell for a long as possible.
^Icona Pop x SOFI TUKKER – Spa (Visualizer) [Ultra Music]^
Dunno anything about magic. Or magik. Or majick. I do know that I’m leery about “getting into it”. I spent 13 years trying to improve my station via drugs, I’ve been off the fucking things for almost 6.5 years, and the thought of starting to perform rituals and casting spells, yeah, that doesn’t hold a lot of appeal to me. I don’t wanna become dependent upon it. Don’t wanna have to deal with the escalation either. And based on my limited reading, that exactly what’s gonna happen. Once I open that door, I’ll have to be dependent upon it, and it will have to escalate.
I first cast a spell to keep the weevils out of the flour in my cabinets, then I’m casting spells to keep the neighbors dog from shitting on my lawn, then I’m casting spells to get a gal, casting spells to make my cock bigger, casting spells to get more money, casting spells to make my car get better gas mileage, and before you know it I’m casting spells in the hopes of influencing elections in various parts of the world.
What in the FUCK kind of future is that?
And what really gets my goat about this nonsense, is that many of these “earthy” fuckers who damn big business and big government for being evil, power hungry and money-grubbing shitbags, welp, you’re doing the same shit via different avenues. Trying like hell to get the entire planet to dance to your tune, simply because it suits you.
^Course of Empire – God’s Jig^
You really don’t think you can damn “them” in good conscience, do you?
They jump on the opportunity.
You see your opportunity and jump on them.
2020 – year of the leapfrog.
^deadmau5 – I Said (Michael Woods Remix)^
Mainstream media, alternative press, freelancers, independent journalists, social media, content creators…
its the wild fucking west, and everyone wants a piece.
There’s already a cornucopia of crazy shit going on in the world, then comes the impeachment of President Trump, then along slouches this nCoV-2019 thing in a US election year. Everything from Assange to Ukraine/Russia to yellow vests to Hong Kong to Brexit to China to pizza gate to climate change is suddenly on the back burners. Everyone is simultaneously petrified, and it actually looks as tho some world-unifying event is about to transpire…
then up jumps the devil in the form of an arrest gone wrong.
“The Press” has to be pissing themselves in disbelief at their good fortune.
^Calvin Harris – Sweet Nothing (Official Video) ft. Florence Welch^
Just occurred to me that, if I were to change professions and become a sex worker, I’d still be just as unemployed as I am now. Was brainstorming some ideas for employment, and I got to wondering if anyone would be willing to pay for my company.
It then occurred to me that a change in profession would almost assuredly not change my employability. Unless of course there is a market where there are women who like to engage in conversation about the mysteries of the Universe and are seeking a tubby, borderline disabled, middle-aged hairy dude. Guess the safe bet is for me to stick with writing.
^The XX Intro long version]^
Lightning and thunder are, different faces of the same animal. However, the further one gets from the source, the more independent these entities appear. Lightning leads, thunder follows. Of course, if one were to get far enough away from the source, only the lightning would appear to exist. Thunder, is absent.
@ source – lightning/thunder coexist
@ distance – lightning occupies one space/thunder occupies another space
@ great distance – lightning exists/thunder does not
There appear to be no entry procedures for one being…erm…“put on the spiritual path”.
It just kinda happens.
I’m assuming the same may go for one being kicked off the spiritual path. Again, it just kinda happens. One is likely to encounter a lot of people talking about getting on the spiritual path, being on the spiritual path, and even staying on the spiritual path. Not much is said in the way of how to handle being kicked out of the program. You may still be able to see the lightning, but the thunder is gone. Soon, even the lightning will be gone.
Back in the darkness, and alone.
^i_o – No Sleep (Official Lyric Video)^
i_o has died.
What’s that? You wanna know who the flying fuck “i_o” even is/was? Well, allow me to share a parable via Rudyard Kipling.
Funny how we may notice the bricks, but never the mortar.
^i_o – Dancing 2020^
Suppose it’s possible that you’ve not really been kicked out of the program, as much as maybe you’re moving into a new phase of your development that you do not yet understand. It may even be a more precise something that is specific to you and you alone. Maybe a something to get you to not get too hung up on the sweet and the sparklies. Get you away from the group for a while so you don’t get too entrenched in “the whole”. A cycle. A something that you need to experience, but can only experience it via being pushed away from the glitz and glamour that comes with all that love and light bullshit. Walk a section of the path that you never would have walked had all that intriguing shit not gotten you in the door.
The menu has changed. Restaurant is the same. Maybe the staff is undergoing some changes. Maybe even some changes in management. Are you equipped to handle change(s)? You might just need some training, and not even know you need it.
^Red Rider – Lunatic Fringe^
We basically just spent a year in silence. Were gifted a chance to remove some of the drone of the background noise(s) of our times…and what did we do?
Filled that silence with a bunch of bitching.
The togetherness lasted all of about a week. Ten days tops. All of that free time to think, and all of that free time to entertain hypotheticals proved too much. The potential eventualities were just too scary, and those empty streets were just too real. Too many coincidences. Nevermind that all this shit has happened before. You coulda rode out that silence in awe and wonder. Too much at stake I guess.
^Manufacture – As The End Draws Near (1988) [HQ]^
Don’t sweat being lost too much.
don’t sweat being demoted.
From the fringiest of fringes, to the deadest of dead-ends, to the lowest of lows, to the most uncharted regions of the lost, I’ll be there. Or at least, I’m likely to be loitering nearby and within earshot. If nothing else, you’ll have someone to talk to.
^The Doors – Break on Through (To the Other Side)^
^Bassnectar – Bass Head (Official)^
*And we’re dun! Cade dun arf pen incite fool missives, Clicky… /looks about… Clicky?*
*I was saying, I’ve dun formatting Cade’s missive. Wot’s wiv the sheep?*
Breaking news, Dear Reader! Leg Iron Books will be publishing a volume of my Underdog Anthology short stories. On November 15th…
… 18 tales in total. Who knew I had that many in me…
*Nah, me either, Clicky… /pats snout… I bloody well hope I’ve got some more…*
… I’ll let you see the cover artwork when it’s ready, Dear Reader 😀
But enough of that; now we have a missive from Cade Fon Apollyon with his thoughts and reflection from the past week. It’s been very exciting and turbulent in ‘Merica…
*Seriously, Clicky, that only works if you can imagine Donald Trump as Sandy…*
Many things exist to disarm us.
A nice smile.
A kind word.
A good deed.
Perhaps a miscue, a misstep, or some display of ignorance or innocence.
Maybe even a defect or disability.
An offering of some kind…to keep one…from conflicting with another.
An offering of some kind…to keep one…from taking advantage of another.
Establish a decorum or a level of respect.
We are powerful beings after all. We aren’t always aware of just how powerful we are or how powerful we can be. As a result, sometimes, we are not the best at exercising restraint. It is at these precise times, when Nature steps in.
Disarms us…gives us pause…allows us a brief interlude to reflect and maybe rethink.
Sometimes…She appears to, Herself, exercise restraint. Allows us and our own hubris to march ourselves directly into peril.
Wait…Steve Bannon was involved with Biosphere 2?
Bear with me. I just watched two documentaries, both kinda far out and seemingly on two completely different topics, but I really didn’t see a scrap of difference between them. Two flicks about people learning how to act, presumably in order to manipulate others in order to get what they want from them. However at 1:40:17 into the second documentary, there was a name mentioned that I absolutely did not expect to hear with respect to a movie about 1960’s Hippies taking their green ideas corporate.
I guess it was kinda weird to hear that name, because only recently I learned that Bannon is supposedly big on Strauss–Howe generational theory. First he’s running the right-wing rag Breitbart, then he supposedly is kingmaking with Trump 2016, Cambridge Analytica/Brexit, and now it turns out he was mixed up with Ed Bass and Biosphere 2? This dude has his fingers in everything. This revelation prolly wouldn’t be so weird if that NXIVM cat hadn’t been sentenced just the other day.
One of the connections here is that the people involved with Biosphere 2 were/are labeled as cultists. They are/were outside of the mainstream scientific community, had their own thing going, and as a result they were outcast. But these Biosphere folk were members of at least four other very popular and well-known cults, but no one likes to talk about these cults as being…cults.
The Cult of Advertising
The Cult of Voyeurism
The Cult of Acting
The Cult of Capitalism
They’re also members of The Cult of Humanity, but we’ll let that one go since we are focusing on Bannon and how he eventually came to run that whole Biosphere circus.
Q: What was found during the course of this Biosphere 2 project which inspired Ed Bass to change direction so quickly?
A: Media/Marketing is my guess.
Yeah sure, this project probably taught us a lot about the challenges that long-duration space exploration missions will eventually face. It is highly possible that Bass found something that was both patentable and licensable, wanted to keep it/them a secret in order to secure his intellectual property/properties, and so Bass brought in a pit bull to guard it.
But considering what a media circus that Biosphere 2 project was, and considering the number of outside parties that were brought in to consult on the project, I’d think that media utilization, media manipulation and how to influence and/or drive public opinion(s) was the real motherlode. Especially as it relates to really far-out and obscure topics. How to force the old ideas out, and bring in something new.
Do you ever act? Put on a face? Act contrary to how you actually feel? Any ideas as to why you may do this?
Hail Satan? = Full of actors and acting
Spaceship Earth = Full of actors and acting
‘Tis rough showing the soft underbelly of self. Might be some vicious ass-hat out there just waiting for you to drop your guard, and BOOM!
Scarred for life
You shoulda known better. You did know better. But for the briefest of moments, you believed.
Oh, and whilst we are on the topic of cults and cultists…John Lamb Lash had a damn weird “talk” released yesterday. Seemed to be on the topic of institutionalized sex education, but the talk seemed to be less about Elohim giving classroom type instruction, and focused more on the practical demonstration/demonstrable side(s) of “sex education”.
OJT, if you will
What made this talk even more bizarre, was that it seemed to focus on the ancient sexual education(s) of…teenagers. Teenagers? Did ancient peoples even have such a distinction of “teenagers”? I’ve always been under the impression that, in ye olden tymes, humans went straight from childhood to adulthood, and no such middle ground (teens) existed. Made me raise an eyebrow as to potential faults in modern trappings being associated with ancient modalities.
Also made me think…wait, there are metric fucktons of 30+ years old people, in this world here and now, who know fuckall about sex, and prolly know even less about intimacy. Or at least, that’s what we’re told. We’re told that this modern world we live in is full of sexual inadequacy, we’re told that sexual dissatisfaction is one of the primary reasons that relationships fail, and yet mysteriously there’s no shortage of sexual accessories, add-ons, training programs, and sexual information available to supposedly help remedy this dilemma. Not to mention that we are also told that we live in a time of rampant sexual deviancy, sexual depravity, and basically complete and total sexual lawlessness. In social media, pedophile rings, human trafficking and sexual slavery are all the rage.
Something doesn't add up here
You’ve got a “Gnostic Teacher”, who is giving a bunch of “introductory talks” about I guess both Gnosticism, his own personal school, the flavor of Gnosticism that he personally teaches, one of these talks he devotes to the subject of “sex”, and he goes straight for the youth? I guess he’s using the standard modern marketing model(s) or something. Hitting the youth market first since that’s the real cash-cow. But I can’t see a bunch of teenagers lining up to learn about Gnosticism. Not even twenty-somethings. I have trouble imagining that even thirty-somethings would have any interest in Gnosticism.
Is he about to suggest that Gnosticism has the answers to all of these sexual questions that we modern people have?
In a way, it’s kinda refreshing to think that someone would think about addressing the topic of sexuality within some religious framework where the topic wasn’t simply “Sex: Don’t Have It Until You Are Married!” /lesson over”. But “teens”? Why is “teens” even a demographic within this particular Gnostic framework? Only thing that I can come up with is that this has to do more with pornography than anything. Maybe advertising too.
It’s been my experience that, anyone who is talking about mystical power and mystical powers, and proclaiming these powers exist?
Maybe closet skeptics, but they’re skeptics. They’re more likely to be attempting to disprove them more than prove them. Poking at the ethereal planes to see if they are indeed real. Not knowing what to expect, and not exactly sure how they’ll handle the experience if this mystical something turns out to be much more tangible than they previously thought. This is prolly why stories surrounding things like the Philosopher’s Stone, Pandora’s Box, Midas Touch, etc., are typically cautionary tales. Someone is skeptical about some power, they tempt fate, find out the power is real, everything goes to hell from there.
But yeah, most individuals have to actually be burned by the mystical fire(s) before they are going to believe. We humans are both skeptical and at the same time very tactile/curious/exploratory creatures, which, when you think about it, is an odd combination of traits to coexist in the same space. But sometimes maybe some can just accept that, irrespective of whether these powers exist or not, they are not yours to wield, they never will be, and just deal with that/those fact(s) and go about your life.
Word To The Wise: This is sometimes precisely when life will hit you with a twist.
This world is not about finding things that disarm us.
We don’t see the things meant to disarm us as being disarming.
We look for weakness in order to take advantage of it.
We look for difference in order to exploit it.
Diversity, is a revenue stream.
I’ve no idea how things were.
I only know how things are.
Relying in totality on some singular ancient something to guide me in the here and now?
Welp, why in the fuck would I want to do that?
If I need some ancient something to guide me, I got this planet right here, under my feet.
Supposedly, it’s pretty fucking ancient.
The stuff that our planet is made of?
Supposedly, it’s even more ancient.
But I ain’t that fucking lost.
And if I’m looking for anything, “truth” sure as shit ain’t it.
“Truth”, ain't even on the fucking list
When you align yourself to one side or another, everything becomes fringe.
Everything else anyway
Where you stand is not fringe at all.
To you anyway
To all those in the fringes tho?
Yeah...you, are fringe
It’s beaten into us “to do something”. Someone out there, wants to hurt us, and something must be done about it.
Q: Why must I do anything?
A: ? !!!!!!! ?
If for some reason, someone has it in their mind to cave my skull in, fuck it…let em’. Was I put here on this Earth for the sole purpose of fighting against this someone? I don’t think so. Sounds more like their plan than my own. They need an enemy, and they found one in me. Do I play along? Or is it OK with you fuckers if I come up with my own plan(s)? Carry on with my own life? Either way you slice it, your logic in conflict management equates to the same damn thing…I, irrespective of outcome, am their personal plaything. They, get to dictate my behavior, and not me.
Wanna know how to tell if someone in a YouTube video is full of shit? Just watch their mannerisms. If they are talking about some ancient something, and they are overly expressive in verbal accentuation of certain things? Using a lot of hand motion? Many changes in facial expressions and/or little to no change in facial expressions? Lots of crazy graphics changes that do not necessarily follow the text of the video? Lots of carrots and rabbit holes/loads of questions with no answers? Yeah…some or all of these likely point to the video being bullshit. Not necessarily wrong, or maybe not even inaccurate, but still bullshit. Maybe someone rehashing some old something without adding anything new, and doing so for the purposes of making a few bucks. Lot of that going on currently, and not just and only on YouTube.
Nothing wrong with people finding their own voice. Honing their craft. Even the oldest of stuff and most known of things is new, mysterious and completely unknown to someone. Trouble is, many forget how to fall. Forget how to stumble. Forget how to be lost. Forget how to cope with, accept, and overcome errors, adversities, setbacks. Forget how to take a punch or absorb a blow. You spend all that time being a complete fuckup, you succeed only at failure, you pick yourself up and keep at it, and yet when you actually find success (or what you consider to be success) the slightest of hiccups or deviations leaves you blank-faced and clueless. Sends you right over the edge. You have polished yourself to such a degree, that even you have begun to believe your own image is…you.
Q: How is this even possible?
How, does one, lose their ability to cope? Especially when one has accrued such an impressive resume of failure(s). Maybe as time passes, we let all that old an less than complementary shit conveniently fall off the page.
We’ve moved on.
We’re amongst the learned, knowledgeable and wise.
Part of the elite.
A member of the club.
Just remembered it’s election day in the USA today.
03 November 2020 AD
Maybe that’s another reason I was kinda jarred upon hearing Bannon’s name this morning. Still debating on whether or not I’m gonna vote. I know who I’d vote for, and I also know why. But…wait…um, I just remembered something.
Steer into the skid
Or sometimes, the best course of action is to just let go of the wheel. Yeah, I won’t be voting today.
I wonder who won?
Tis now Saturday November 7th, and still, “the press” is offering up “projections” as to who won. Why in the FUCK are people still relying upon “the press” and their projections 4 days in? Wait for the FEC to publish the election results, then you’ll know for sure without having to rely upon very biased third-parties who keep stringing you along so they can keep you viewing and clicking because their advertising bubbles are limp. What’s that? You really don’t think that MSM has been chomping at the bit for months in order to get a cash infusion from election coverage? Obviously, you’ve not been following this nCoV-2019 thing very closely. Or maybe its that you’ve been following it too closely?
We supposedly want all these neato gizmos and gadgets to speed the process(es) along, and yet we damn the living shit out of them when they don’t behave in a manner that is pleasing to us. Something must be wrong.
Dunno about you, but to me, an absence of irregularities, a lack of of inconsistencies, and a non-existence of errors is a sure-fire sign that something very underhanded is almost assuredly taking place. And I’m not talking about any built-in integrity testing types of stuff. I’m talking authentic stuff. Stuff that is there, but covered up in order to maintain appearances. Project an illusion that everything is okay, even tho things are most certainly not okay. Opens up all kinds of doors to manipulate the system in virtually any way that suits you.
Q: Are you really ready for “faultless”?
A: ??? wait wut ¿¿¿
You’re gonna need to do some soul searching before you are going to be able to accept “faultless” as an actual thing. Evaluate your doubt, evaluate your trust, evaluate your honesty, evaluate your own polarity and your own concepts of right/wrong. Are you diverse enough to do that?
Might wanna find out
Revelations are sweet
English, as a language, has never made sense to me. Last night, a certain college professor named Wes Cecil, opened my eyes a bit.
Latin = Verbs
It was that fucking simple.
Latin = Verbs
Everything is “do”. Or I guess “done”. Either way, Latin is very verby.
Yes, I realize that English is not just and only Latin. But 80-fucking-percent of it is. I guess the rest is a hodgepodge of Greek and loanwords, and they’re all crammed into this “do” type language.
Fuckin’ hell…ENGLISH IS SHIT!!!
I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!
English is actually great. Allows for a great deal of expression. Has a plenty of roadblocks tho’. Sometimes, just ain’t no way to express, in text, what one is feeling. Either the word(s) don’t exist, or the structure of the language does not allow a certain thought or feeling to be communicated accurately to others. One can only surmise that this is likely why e-shorthand or “leetspeak” or similar has become so popular.
Maybe even memes
They convey feeling(s) that can likely be understood by others. From a grammatical standpoint there’s no real “substance” to the communication, and yet, one can express themselves, and more importantly, others can relate. Others can understand. Others may not be able to get an exact fix on where one is coming from, but they do have a pretty good idea as to the general location.
All that said, when Wes mentioned in his talk about Latin being “verb-heavy”, a light went on in my head. Everything, in English, and I mean EVERYTHING, has to be associated with some sort of doing. An action. And this doing is either right now, in the immediate future, or already done.
It is done.
It is finished.
No fucking wonder we’re having so much difficulty understanding quantum mechanics, chaos theory, string theory, etc.. Even religion(s), spiritual matters Not only is there’s no fucking language to describe these “higher level things”, there’s no language to relate to them. No language to relate them to. There’s high, and low, and no fucking middle. It’s like Inferno and Paradiso, with no Purgatory. Not to switch gears too quickly here, but something big has to be happening in that middle. It’s completely absent. “The Middle”, is gone. That can only mean one thing…it has gotten so massive, that no one can see it.
Hiding in plain sight
Someone mentioned “Loudon County” to me on election night. It’s a county in northern Virginia. Was weird because the person who mentioned it to me could not have possibly known that I used to live in Loudon County VA. Earlier this morning, “Loudun” appeared on my radar (not to be confused with “Loudon”).
Just now, a song appeared in my playlist. Never heard this song in my life, sounds pretty good, so I switched over windows to see who the hell this was. What immediately caught my eye, was the artist’s last name. Usually, I just listen to music, don’t watch the videos. But this video? I gave it watch.
Lone digger. Lone explorer.
Not Loudon County, but Herndon is right there by Loudon. When I worked at Dulles, I used to go into Herndon VA and Reston VA to get food. There was a fucking awesome deli in Reston that made incredible subs. I can only wonder if the deli are still there.
Wait…Herndon’s largest employer is…Fannie Mae?
…why did they give a shit about him in the first place? I’m somewhat skeptical of those who are interested in me only because of what I can give them. That said, the media wanted sustenance, and for the better part of five/six years now, Trump & Co seems to have fed them. A never ending Las Vegas style all-you-care-to-eat buffet.
Or, erm, Atlantic City style
Just wondering if they realize they killed their meal ticket. The media must be planning on going on a diet or making some other kind(s) of lifestyle changes.
Some people repeat themselves a lot. When they are not repeating themselves, they will resort to repeating themselves…a lot. Then they’ll move on to repeating themselves…a lot. As time passes, they will begin to repeat themselves…a lot. When repeating one’s self no longer serves, it’s time to repeat yourself…a lot.
All that said, and all that said, I guess, I guess anyway, that the point, and I mean the main point, of the video below, the one to follow this text here, is that the greater good, or maybe the greatest good, or yeah just the greater good and not the greatest good, is better served, or better served, or best better served, by…wait, what the fuck are they even talking about in this video?
*Glad you agree, Clicky. Now, put the sandwich down and go get us a song to end on…*
Hopefully next week will be as exciting as the last one, Dear Reader 😉
Have a Song…
haven’t done didn’t do much today yesterday, Dear Reader. Dug a rabbit hole on Mars in the ‘so below’ of Red Frank’s latest over at MEROVEE…
*That thread got long and pointlessly pointy, Clicky… Fun afternoon though…*
*Heh… ‘cos play’s the thing, Clicky…*
… Listened to some TED Talks…
*I guess it does look a bit bearish, Clicky…*
…And a new missive from Cade has
just arrived, so I’m off to read and format that… I may be sum time…
I have decided to write a bit this morning….I hope you don’t mind.
I have decided to be extra-mindful of my writing/textual expressiveness…I hope you don’t mind.
I hope you don't mind...I hope you don't mind.
^Lead Into Gold – A Giant On Earth^
HOLY SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA “THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE”!!!
Q1: Cade, do you mind?
A1: …not really.
Q2: Cade, what set you off to writing this morning?
A2: One word…but I’m not gonna tell you what that word is just yet.
Welp…reading…I guess is what really “set me off”…if you wanna get technical. But since we, as humans, tend to have this capacity and/or need for redux, is it really any wonder that one single word, nested within several thousand words can set us off? Rev our motors? Send us packing? Dizzy our head(s)?
Don’t think so?
I guess that could be considered dirty pool since:
A) it’s two words denoting a single concept, and
B) it’s very current, new-ish, news-ish, popular, trendy.
So let’s change it up a bit…lartuen-redneg.
How’s that? Better?
^Ministry – Stigmata (Psychopomps Remix)^
NO…. FUCKING…. WAY!!!
Yet another question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what exactly is…The Whatever However Hotline?
A: Welp…let’s be straightforward here…TWHH is communications via alternate means. Think of it like a Déjà Vu that is packaged differently, and this differently packaged package has different atomic spin. It travels along the same pathway(s) as a deja-vu, but has it’s own ringtone…if you will. Let’s call it…A Déjà-Boo…or Déjà Bʊ, for continuity.
^Simian Mobile Disco – I Believe (SMD Space Dub) HQ^
So … this one word … that grabbed me … shook me … made my head spin … made my eyes roll … made my fingers start dancing around on this keyboard in some white-boy boogie type of crazy-legged dance?
Here it is->Progressives.
That should narrow its source down…
…considering that I don’t read very many websites/blogs, and that short list of mine has gotten even shorter as of late. If you wanna track down the source, knock yerself out. I’m gonna Google, Bing, Yahoo and Dogpile real quick while you do whatever it is that you personally decide to do…
^Metronomy- “Love Letters” Soulwax Remix [MUSIC VIDEO]^
I’m gonna stop right there…because Yahoo gave me some results that aren’t some goddamn insurance agency own website(s) and every fucking social media portal that they have invaded.
The above got me to where I really wanted to go…
I mean…no…I really didn’t want to go there on this fine Saturday morning…but yeah…I really wanted to go there on this fine Saturday morning.
Speaking of which…it’s currently 08:56AM…and there are several helicopters flying low overhead for some reason. Good thing I didn’t want to sleep-in this morning, eh? Lemme go outside and see whazzup…
Went outside…siren going off in the direction towards the end of my street…I can only assume that another high-speed cop chase ended at the end of the street on which I currently reside. What a world.
^P.diddy ft christina – Tell me (switch remix)^
For the sake of liberty and freedom, I used my freedom and took the liberty of taking the sub-categories and reclassifying them into one big supergroup of subgroups of “political ideologies”…since “political ideologies” is too … restrictive … too limiting … too…erm…political.
I spent almost two minutes of my time taking that screenshot and editing it in MS Paint, and it prolly took like another 30 seconds or so to host it on my own blog. God only knows how long it has taken me to think and write about it here…we could be close to double-digits in minutes-spent.
Oh the humanity.
I’d like to think that it took only a second or two for me to arrive at the conclusion that all political groups are idiots. But I’m gonna be 50 years old in a little over 3 months. So I guess it would be kinda foolish for me to try and explain every single life experience over that amount of time that has made me a hater of almost any and all politically motivated groups of any and all kinds/unkinds.
Once the individual abandons their individuality for the sake of a herd, that individual ceases to exist within the context and confines of that heard. Prolly why concepts like Solidarność are so fleeting. They are energy and energies manifested in a tide that is pitted against a wall or some other fixed barrier. If you aren’t prepared to bail on this movement every step of the way…this movement will fail.
I mean…it’s gonna fail at some point, whether that be pre or post any success and/or successes. But that’s kinda why I feel that Big Ben in London should be disassembled and reassembled instead of propped up. I prolly feel differently about The Leaning Tower of Pisa, but that’s a different animal entirely…ain’t it?
^Simian Mobile Disco – 10000 Horses Can’t Be Wrong^
All it takes...is a lot of static...and a little motion...and everything changes.
^Chopin – Funeral March (Scrolling)^
After all this time, I finally broke down and looked up one of the creators of some of the images I use…Bees And Bombs.
It seems that he is a PhD of some kind, so I now hate his guts and will no longer use his images in any of my posts and/or writings of ANY kind. All this time, and I had no idea that this elitist fuck was…was…was…AN ELITIST FUCK!!!
I’ve been bamboozleswaggled by the system and it’s systems via one of it’s initiates.
/me mumbles something about sex and/or lack-thereof.
^Melanie Martinez – Mad Hatter^
Does it piss you off?
Yeah…that grouping that I did above…does it piss you off?
Think I am somehow including myself out, or on the outside looking in?
Welp…you would be quasi-correct. The only problem is, that these groups include me in to include me out…so…yeah…I find myself wherever it is that I find myself. And being that I am, who I am, and I am where I am, the only reason that someone would suddenly want to include me…welp…I would have to seriously question their motives in doing so. I’m not some bottle of wine. Maybe a bottle of whine, but I digress.
Yeah…I cannot see any group including me even tho there are many that I personally identify with. But what really gives me the shakes? What causes me dismay and makes me nervous? Finding myself within a separatist group that I identify with wholly. Contextually, that nesting has to go way up, way down, and hit all points inbetween.
But I’ve never felt comfortable in my own skin…so…whatever. I just don’t consider these facts as ringing endorsements for human groups and grouping. Prolly why “The Tower of Babel” makes so much sense from a practicality standpoint. I mean yeah…Babel makes no sense…but that’s kinda the point. Does that make sense?
^”deadmau5 – For Lack of a Better Name” Album Review^
I dunno. The “blood out” types of revolution seem to have failed so many, so miserably, I simply cannot see how this continued thinking can serve. Maybe self-serve, but that’s the problem with spilling blood, eh?
Not that I think some “blood in” revolution is going to fix anything either. Certainly not some organized one. It negates the very individual and individuals it is meant to serve. I personally believe that there is a God…gods…even. But I ain’t in any hurry to meet any of these motherfuckers. There HAS to be a better way. I think I’ve found that way…but I ain’t saying what it is.
^Deadmau5 – Lack of a Better Name (1080p) || HD^
I’m hungry. Anyone else hungry? Whatshername has a wedding today, so she’s gone all day. Her and her cousin have been planning/working on this wedding for several months I guess, and they’ve been doing something all week long…the wedding is today. I have no idea when, I just know that I was not invited…so…meh…no free food and/or free booze.
Her cousin has 10 kids, and I think that this particular one that is getting married today is like the 4th or 5th in age. He’s a cool kid tho, kinda weird amongst the weirdos, cause all of them are weird, but yeah…this one is kinda extra-weird.
That kinda gets me to thinking about marriage tho. I personally have no regrets. None that I can cast off the entirety of the concept of marriage itself, and certainly not even my own marriage which ended in divorce. Weird how that works, eh? I wish them well.
^Goldfrapp – Little Bird [Animal Collective Remix]^
G: Bamboozleswaggled, eh?
Cade: lolz…yeah. You like that one?
G: Not really. Upon hearing that word…I was forced to drop by and make sure there was no bamboozleswagglin’ actually goin’ on down here.
G: OH! SO! There is no bamboozleswagglin’ goin’ on down here?
Cade: Oh shit.
Z: Oh shit is right.
X: Yer mine now tough guy.
Cade: Wait wait wait…wait a moment here. You had me from the onset as the protagonist and/or instagator…so…what’s this all about?
X: Woah thar Mistar Big-Britches…let’s not get the cart before the trailer-hitch.
Cade: Isn’t that where the horse goes?
X: What if there is more than one horse?
Cade: Isn’t that where the horses go?
T: An English lesson…go got served one.
Cade: Fat lotta good that will do.
X: Turn that Chopin Funeral March tune off…we need a different one for below.
^Ravel – Bolero (Scrolling Score)^
Let’s see what Google News has to say about things.
Q: How many US Marines need to die in this piece of shit before it gets the deep 6?
A: Lotta 6's to consider there.
“The Media?” The media. THE MEDIA?!?!?!?
Q: What in the FUCK does “The Media” have to do with “The Press” within the United States of America?
I guess we’ll just…make it up as we go, eh?
OK…well…that’s all of the fucking news that I can stand for a single day.
Ok…well…maybe one more.
Trump. Trump did this. Trump did this? Is it any wonder that virtually anyone and everyone is looked upon as some kind of dictator and/or tyrant when written about within “The Media”?
There are no “new levels”…just…levels and leveling.
You’re unique tho…so…don’t let the lack of new infrastructure bother you too much.
^koyaanisqatsi – Vessels^
I wonder sometimes what goes through RooBeeDoo/Roob’s mind when I send her these things. What she thinks about when she edits them. Why she chooses what she chooses with respect to any formatting. Why she adds whatever she adds in her “top and tail” portions of these things. But in truth, I don’t think about it much…or at least, I try not to. I also don’t want to know. We are two people separated by miles and miles, oceans of both land and sea, a shitload of borders and bridges, and a timezone or six also divides us.
^Koyaanisqatsi (RORSCHACH VERSION)^
So…if government/a government owns everything, and private business/businesses own everything else…what does that leave?
You can’t even go into a National Park or State Park and setup a tent and camp anymore. You gotta do this in certain areas, and that in other areas, and the other stuff in approved areas on approved days and dates…I don’t think I like that very much. I would imagine that any state-owned properties not only belongs to the citizenry, but that the citizenry can go there any time they damn well please.
When you speed up the life process, you speed up the death process AND slow it down…and when you slow down the life process, you slow down the death process AND speed it up. That’ll bring us to conception. Yeah…life is…erm…you know what…fuck this….no way in hell I’m gonna tangle with this.
^RATATAT – MIRANDO^
I’m thinking that New Orleans might be a good choice. That’s where I’m currently leaning anyway. Maybe I could get me a job on a barge or a ferry or a fishing boat of some kind. I wonder if I started in/around New Orleans, then worked my way east, if I would make it all the way to Florida before finding a job. I mean, assuming there is a job to be found.
I was just contemplating how much shoreline I would have to cover before someone might hire me, and if not, what in the fuck I would do once getting to Florida? Welp…if I continued around the horn of Florida, I’d eventually wind up headed back towards the Carolinas. That would put me on a path to New York City, which is where I always wanted to go anyway.
^Tears For Fears – My Girls (Animal Collective Cover)^
I guess I've shot my wad...run out of gas...no wind in my sails...kaput.
^a very gentle squid^
I wa wa wo wo WOAH!!!
Prince’s music is back on YouTube? WTF?!?!?!?!?
Someone musta worked through all the bullshit or whatever.
I have no clue.
Not like ChiPs and Fantasy Island and Love Boat were ever taken off the air, so we have no frame of reference.
I guess shit comes and goes or something.
^Prince – When Doves Cry (Official Music Video)^
Let's do two for the fuck of it.
^Prince – Let’s Go Crazy (Official Music Video)^
^Violent Femmes – Gone Daddy Gone.mpg^
*/rubs eyes… Morning, Clicky… /blinks… Oh fuck, sunday! What happened to the rest of yesterday? …/looks up… Work tomorrow… /yawns… Song? …/rolls over…*