Missive From ‘Merica: Tug Of Wore

*No, I am not getting the jab, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… The government can take their bloody jab and their poxy passport and stick ’em up their…*

*Bunch of liars… /flicks ash…*

A very good evening to you, Dear Reader 😀

Cade Fon Apollyon has sent through a sexy, new missive and it is a veritable grab bag of goodies for you to explore. Lots of treats to tickle your fancy and stimulate your noodle. Don’t be shy, dive in and if you get wet…

Enjoy! 😉

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^Rainbow roll cake master made by coloring hundreds of times / korean street food^

Asians are reportedly under attack in North America. Wait…if you are physically located in North America, doesn’t that make you a North American and not an Asian? So basically, North Americans are reportedly under attack in North America.

Hrm…an EroEdge story barely over a month old is…missing?

Elderly Asians Targeted In Spate Of Vicious Bay Area Attacks

for oh for air roar

How in the hell can I keep up to date on this shit if there’s no audit trail?!?!?!!?!??????? ?

Ah…wait…the Valentine’s Day ZeroHedge article is missing, but it appears they may have been leeching off WaPo.

Covid fueled anti-Asian racism. Now elderly Asian Americans are being attacked

Asian AMERICANS. Hrm. So, North Americanian Asiatics are being attacked…by…???

I can't read the article because its behind a paywall.

😦

Must not be that important.

Import...ant.

Hrm.

^various foods popular on the korean market – tteokbokki / korean street food^

X: You have a thing for Korean street food?

Cade: No. I have a thing for learning about my planet.

X: You ever had Korean street food?

Cade: Wouldn’t I actually need to be physically located in Korea in order to have actual honest-to-God Korean street food?

X: …

Cade: Thanks. You’re a huge help.

0: Don’t you think it possible to have Korean street food in Dallas?

Cade: I have no idea. I suppose its kinda possible.

0: If there is a Korean person cooking TexMex on the street in Dallas, is that Korean street food?

Cade: Fucked if I know. Sounds more like TexMex irrespective of the chef or where prepared and purchased.

T: You wanna think this one through before continuing?

Cade: Not really. Anyone can use anything as leverage for forwarding their own purpose(s).

X: Care to explain that one?

Cade: There’s this movie called The Fifth Estate about Julian Assange and WikiLeaks and all that, and “smear tactics” are a rather large theme in the movie.

X: I don’t follow.

Cade: What if Earth is Noah’s Ark.

A: Woah woah woah…hold up there cowboy. What on Earth are you on about?

Cade: I’d like to know which species are alien, and which species are native, and I’d also like to know the measuring stick being used to determine which is which.

0: Are you asking a direct question of us?

Cade: Negative. I want to know which species are alien and which are native and based upon what criteria.

Z: You’re thinking evolution?

Cade: Exactly.

C: And migration.

Cade: Absolutely. They are quasi-one in the same thing.

0: Things.

Cade: Whatever. Point is that I don’t think that genetic mutation is localized to just and only who is fucking who and how that genetic code is being passed through the generations.

X: Fat.

Cade: Correct. Fat and fats. How the dietary changes including fat and fats have affected mutation over the past 400-500 years.

X: You’re thinking forced migration.

Cade: Slavery. Africa, Africans, African-American, what the fuck ever. “Africa” is so goddamn generic that it doesn’t even begin to represent what the term might actually mean.

Z: Time is a factor.

Cade: You can never go home again.

X: I think any reader(s) might be confused as to what you mean by that.

Cade: There are a great many Bikini Islanders who are homesick for their home. They were displaced so that the US could test nuclear weapons, and even tho many of the “original” Bikini Islanders are gone, their offspring are “new” enough to know where they came from and also have a strong longing for where they belong.

X: But African-Americans?

Cade: That’s the rub, ain’t it? If “they” see themselves as belonging somewhere 400 years in the past, welp, that time don’t really exist anymore. The Africa of 1670 is gone. How in the hell does one reconcile such a discrepancy?

X: And you?

Cade: American Mutt. Genetic trainwreck of all kinds of European peoples from north to south and east to west.

0: Any Irish?

Cade: rofl…no, surprisingly.

0: It was a surprise to learn that you have no Irish in your DNA?

Cade: Actually, no. There was a lot of talk of our ancestry when I was younger and there was never mention of Irish.

Z: And what of the “Native American”?

Cade: That subject was always taboo.

X: Why did you choose the year 1670?

Cade: It was a typo. I left it.

X: Any idea what happened in Africa in 1670?

Cade: Not a clue. Lemme search.

X: …

And, here we go…Africa…1670.

1670s In South Africa
Category:1670_in_Africa
Northwest Africa 1670
John Ogilby’s Africa, 1670
Map, Available Online, 1670/1679, Africa, West | Library of Congress

Does anyone recognize a single fucking name or border on that map from 1679? The east/west flows make me think “Tuareg”, and also makes me think of the more or less current delineation between North Africa and Southern Africa, but other than that I don’t recognize a thing.

^Renegade Soundwave – The Phantom (It’s In There) A – 1989^

X: So what other types of “aliens” stuff were you thinking of.

Cade: Welp, all of this “Galactic Federation” nonsense comes to mind. Also the reptilian stuff.

X: I don’t know what either of those mean.

Cade: Join the fucking club. I think much of it just role-playing or some kind of mixture of LARPing and trolling for the sake of generating memes which generates buzz and ultimately revenues for some.

B: Mind games.

Cade: That’s the problem with magic. The magician(s) themselves can be bedazzled by their own magic.

Z: Fall under their own spell.

Cade: I’d think so. And it doesn’t matter whether it’s science or sorcery either. Loads of cautionary type tales of people getting bit by their own designs and creations.

0: Everything from hot rods and helicopters, to Radium and radars.

Cade: Aye.

B: You’re lost.

Cade: Fuckin-a I’m lost. “American” makes sense in theory…

0: But zero sense in practice.

Cade: Aye. There’s no civility within the larger context. Perhaps tolerance sometimes, but the dam is always on the verge of rupture, and anything at all can send it tumbling.

X: What is it you were just thinking just then?

Cade: I was thinking about the inroads that are created to provide safe passage for a select few.

X: Such as?

Cade: Safe transport from a certain country to a certain part of another country and residing within a sheltered segment of that country which actually contains little to no resemblance whatsoever to the country itself.

B: Extensions of the source country.

Cade: Exactly. If I go to Tahiti, I don’t get Tahiti, I get the same shit I can get at home with a few local fare type frills and maybe some palm trees. It’s all an illusion as if I’ve gone somewhere special, and I have, but not really.

X: You think the natives want foreigners wandering into their neighborhoods in order to get a better idea as to what life is really like in Tahiti?

Cade: I doubt it. No one wants foreigners wandering up and down the streets of our neighborhoods here, so I’d imagine they feel the same way over there even tho Tahiti is known as a tourist destination.

B: And what about Brazil? Or maybe Venezuela?

Cade: I can’t even imagine. According to the media, everyone down there thinks that every gringo works for the CIA.

B: But you did work for the CIA, did you not?

Cade: Fucking rofl…I did, you got me there.

B: 😉

Cade: I am most certainly NOT, Agency.

B: They might not care what you think.

Cade: Yeah no shit. I never thought of it like that before. If someone grabbed me thinking that I was snooping in their shiz, hooked me up to a lie detector and asked me if I worked for the CIA, technically, I’d have to say yes. Wouldn’t I?

X: You’ve never taken a lie detector test?

Cade: Never.

X: Are you lying?

Cade: Sitting.

X: …

0: Have you ever taken a lie detector test?

Cade: No.

0: That’s amazing. How have you made it to the age you have without once having ever taken a lie detector test.

Cade: Easy, avoid the types of places that require me to take one.

X: Don’t you currently need a job?

Cade: Yes. But I have a feeling that this new flu shot nonsense is just about gonna seal my fate as far as being employable.

0: You’ve never had a flu shot?

Cade: Not even one. Although I did get vaccinated against pneumonia without my knowledge or consent.

Z: You were in a bad way.

Cade: I was, but I made it.

X: With your weak immune system, you feel it best to let your own body do its own work?

Cade: I got no answers. I’ve gotten all kinds of vaccines in my life. But when the flu shot first came out, and I read about how it worked? It scared the shit out of me. Hence, no, I have not gotten one nor do I plan to.

X: How did we get here?

Cade: My heart hurts, that’s how.

X: Heart hurt, hurts.

Cade: Indeed it does. I seem to have no problems finding enemies on my own, nor do any “enemies” seem to have any difficulty finding me. I don’t need some shit fer brains third-party telling me who my enemies should and should not be.

Z: You sure about that?

Cade: No.

X: Any “safe passages” on the Internet?

Cade: Well that was a subject change and a half.

0: Do you trust them?

Cade: Why should I? Actually, lemme rephrase that…I see no reason to.

X: Any particular reason as to why?

Cade: Why settle for $1 when you can get $2.

T: I’ll need to give that one a think.

0: You’re suggesting that everyone is corrupt?

Cade: No.

0: …

This could go on for hours, but I think it about time to close this one down.

Or at least, close down the public part of the exchange.

^deadmau5 – So There I Was^
Rayce ziz awn tap.

You may be wondering why this is important.

Comparison between U.S. states and sovereign states by GDP

Can you find “Africa” on that list?

Chinatown Stabbing Will Not Be Filed as a Hate Crime

China Virus

‘Pillar of the Community’ Store Owner Fatally Shot in Utah

Aren’t the Chinese credited with inventing gun powder?

^Public Enemy – Hazy Shade Of Criminal^

Medicine has always been sketchy. Its entire existence is predicated upon a need for someone to be ailing in some way in order for physicians to practice their craft. In order for one to benefit, another must suffer. Every time you go to see a doctor, you are a test case, and you agree to be one because you wanna have a chance at being free of whatever is ailing you. You may be so indoctrinated into the authoritarian system(s), that you don’t even realize that you are a test case. You think that medical staff are experts…authorities who know what they are doing 100% of the time. You ignore all the warning signals pointing to the fact that they may be completely lost and/or totally in the dark, ill-prepared, and maybe even incompetent.

‘Flu You Baker’ group intends to file class-action lawsuit over flu shot mandate
MA residents file class-action lawsuit against Gov. Baker for flu shot mandate
Nurse wouldn’t get a flu shot — so North Carolina hospital fired her, lawsuit says
8 NY families file federal suit, fight for vaccine exemptions
CVS Class Action Over Flu Shot Calls Settles For $15M
Judge approves $15M settlement in CVS flu shot robocall class action
Flu Shot Guillain-Barré Syndrome Lawyer & Lawsuit
FluZone Lawsuit
Seattle nurse gave flu shot instead of birth control; now judge has awarded $10M for severely disabled child’s care
VERIFY: Here’s what’s actually in the flu vaccine
The fiasco of the 1976 ‘swine flu affair’
Newsletter: Can employers require workers to get flu shots?
National Vaccine Injury Compensation Program
Vaccine mandates vs. religious beliefs – the legal arguments for the upcoming coronavirus lawsuits
6 latest healthcare industry lawsuits, settlements
CaseText-Flu Shot Search

Precedent(s). Is there one/are there any? If not, some need to be set. If so, they may need to be challenged. YOU…are your own precedent as you are unprecedented in the history of histories. Bet you don’t look at yourself that way tho.

You wanna be part of the club.
^Orbital – Chime (12″ version)^

If you read none of those links above, might wanna at least give that last one a peek. What’s that? You never considered there may be a link between litigation surrounding the regular old flu shot/flu vaccine and all this new COVID19/nCoV-2019 vaccination stuff? Welp, ya might wanna give it a think. Lotta peeps been living in lean times for the past year. They are going to demand a return on their investment(s).

^Daft Punk – Around the world (Official Audio)^

These robo-calls about car warranties? Yeah…those ones that everyone is making memes about? (including me)

Q: Is this “car warranty” bombardment just a test run for the automated nightmare to come regarding your own health?

A: A desensitization process? A subversive connectivity via an unseen continuity via similarities?

You are an autonomous animation with your own autonomic systems and you are surrounded by infrastructures that allow you to run on autopilot much of the time.

A vaccination is kindof a car warranty of sorts.

You are a vehicle.

You can be driven.

You can be taken for a ride.

Someone likely has you on lease in order to get them where they want to be.

You have gas(es).

You have oil(s).

You may have a race…maybe even several…and races and race tracks seem to be on everyone’s mind.

You prolly even have insurance.

You may go to church for certain kinds of maintenance, a hospital or accountant firm for others.

You may even be a car person.

Perhaps even a fan of The Cars.

Might have even heard this song on your car stereo.

^The Cars – Moving In Stereo^

There’s a continuity problem.

Right now …at this very moment …somewhere on the other side of the Universe …there is some scientific group of lifeforms congregating and contemplating how mysterious it is that these distant galaxies they are viewing have long since ceased to exist.

One of those galaxies they are viewing, is ours.

Q: Do we exist?

A: Yeah, I dunno either.

But the big question that I have is regarding this idea that we humans seem to STILL perceive ourselves as being the center of the Universe. Sure, science says we disproved the “Earth is the center of the Universe” thing hundreds of years ago…BUT, we still operate under the premise that we here on Earth are alive, and everyfuckingthing everywhere else is either dead, dying, or is completely lifeless. To me, that says that science still operates under the assumption that we, are the center, of the Universe. Earth/Terra, is the center, of the Universe.

^Kenneth Anger – Rabbit’s Moon / 1950 / 1979 version^

HEY! Did you see that not one, but TWO geoengineering projects appear to be kicking off at the same time? I guess someone has decided to release a bunch of chalk into the atmosphere to simulate a volcanic eruption in order to study the cooling effects, and there’s also a renewed big push to stop bottom trawling so as to stop stirring up/releasing all the CO2 stored in the sediments on the ocean floor.

Now, me personally, I immediately assumed that the second one can only mean that scientists are ready to start dumping their home-brewed CO2 munching algae into the ocean; their algae consumes the CO2, dies, then sinks to the ocean floor, thus reducing CO2 levels in the atmosphere…huzzah. But what it’s really going to do is open up the possibility for deep sea mining. You will no longer have fishing vessels crisscrossing the ocean and tearing shit up on the ocean floor, which means that now other interests can setup more or less permanent mining operations without having to worry about some stray fishing vessel dragging a fishing net across their diggings. Prolly gonna open the door for less conventional types of oil and gas exploration too.

A rush is on to mine the deep seabed, with effects on ocean life that aren’t well understood

Ocean Mining: A Fluidic Electrochemical Route for Lithium Extraction from Seawater

Of course, all of this is coming at the tail end of another geoengineering project…

lockdown(s).
^Sammy Hagar – Heavy Metal (with Taarna and in Stereo)^

This chalk thing really has me scratching my head. You know what tends to follow large/major volcanic eruptions?

 Famine, and pestilence. 

There seems to be a pretty good argument that the Cholera epidemics that swept through the world during almost the entirety of the 1800’s was in fact a global pandemic triggered by the eruption of Tambora in 1815. Just took a while to propagate around the world.

1815 Eruption of Mount Tambora

Cholera: The Forgotten Pandemic

Volcanic Winter

Might be a good way to reduce the population. Also be a good way to keep people under control.

“YE SHALL DO AS THOU ART TOLD, OR WE SHALL BLOT OUT THE SUN AND PUNISH YE AND THINE OFFSPRING FOR 7 YEARS!!!”

Has an almost godlike tone to it. Lots of that “godlike” stuff going on tho. Supposedly, won’t be long until you either get that jab, and take the CO6D ID mark, or you’ll be cut off from the system entirely. Hrmmm…now why does this ring a bell? Seems like a raving lunatic or two talked about this a few thousand years ago.

I could be wrong. 

Anyway, kinda short-sighted of this chalk project to only study the cooling effects. What about the effects on life forms of all kinds when dumping fucktons of allergens into the atmosphere? What about the effects of pressure changes? Modification of of the fluid dynamics of the atmosphere when dumping solids into the atmosphere? Friction? Changes to the magnetosphere? Dampening and/or boosting effects on radio waves and telecommunications? Ever seen what happens to chalk particles when they get wet? Where the fuck is this “chalk” coming from anyway?

Dustless chalk may cause allergy and asthma symptoms in students with milk allergy, study finds

Casein

Prolly not the best of ideas to dump a shitload of chalk into the atmosphere right in the big fucking middle of a global pandemic where the disease in question causes breathing problems.

^Pink Floyd – Julia Dream (1968)^

Ever seen what chalk looks like under an electron microscope? Welp…now you have.

You're welcome.

Gotta wonder now if all this mask “tug of wore” is more related to the potential existence of a massive amount of chalk particles suddenly being in the air rather than some flu.

Which makes me wonder…how effective of a delivery device you think chalk may be? I mean, there are currently four sources of delivery into the body:

  • Ingestion;
  • Inhalation;
  • Injection;
  • Absorption.

Inhalation is usually the nastiest one. Its effective and fast. Legionnaires? Anthrax? COVID? Tuberculosis? VX? Methyl isocyanate?

Airborne Transmission

Survival of Coronaviruses in Water and Wastewater

Chalk outlines in the sky.
^5 Things Unbelievers Will See in Hell (Will Make YOU Cry)^

Get any reflecting done during 2020 AD/CE? We’re now three months in to 2021, and all I hear people talking about is how glad they are that 2020 is gone. I guess maybe some saw some things they didn’t like? Got the beer goggles back on now tho.

Wanna fuck?
^Pogo | Lost (Alice in Wonderland Remix)^

WOAH NELLY!!!

Over the past coupla days, me and Roob have been having some exchanges in the comments section of her blog. Been thinking about this COVIDID thingie, so I set to writing this morning, been writing/thinking for about 2 hours, and Roob just sent me a link to a comment she just made over at UBU. I guess its popping off over there, and it appears to be right along the same lines as what me and Roob have been discussing. I admit I’ve only just skimmed both the post and the comments over at UBU, but camps appear to be forming. Or maybe its that they were always there, I just never saw them before.

/shrug I'm dense.

What occurs to me at this point is the concept of information and its propagation, as well as the integrity of the information. Conflict will change the resonance of data. If the information is being propagated via yelling and screaming, there will be distortion, there will be signal loss, there will be message degradation. I love the everlovin’ shit outta your phat phreaky ass, now fuck off.

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

The goal would almost have to be to crush the individual voices. Either assimilate them, or silence them, and it really doesn’t matter which choir you choose to sing with either, so long as you are part of a choir. No solo acts. Solo acts cannot be so easily understood. Either you willingly join the choir of the believers, or you willingly join the choir of the dissenting heretics, lest you be forcibly put into the choir of the silent.

^Vampire Weekend – Unbelievers^

You’ve likely been trained since birth to comply. To submit to authority. Or you may have even been one of those who’ve been trained to exercise authority. Either way, you’ve been trained. Whilst we are on the topic of trains and training, how’s that powertrain warranty on your car/automobile/vehicle?

A Tale Of Two Letters

You ever really question those who molded you?

Or, are you too old and too set in your ways to even try.

Comfy, ain't it?
^Sadistic Mika Band in UK TV show “Old gley whistle test “1975 サディスティック ミカ バンド^

Speaking of choirs, it’s now Monday the 29th, and I just noticed a comment over at the LoL regarding woofers and tweeters. The question wasn’t directed at me but I’ll answer anyway.

Woofers = people you find unattractive.

Tweeters = Those douchebags over at Twitter.

Simple.

You're welcome.
^周華欣 Linda Chow feat. 豪仔 — 【Ugly people song】Official Music Video^

Think of it like this…tweeters create the highs, woofers create the lows, and the two combine to create and entirely different signal altogether. It takes the middle and the crust to make a slice of bread? Highs usually pierce the ears, lows rumble the chest. There are also sometimes mid-range speakers to fill in some of the missing stuff, and there are also sub-woofers which really don’t do much of anything as far as audible sound goes as they create more of a feeling than an actual sound. So yeah, think of it like a choir where you’ve got the highs (tweeter) and lows (woofers) mixing in order to create something else entirely. Its all about vibrating and/or moving the air. Here’s some really irritating high-energy douchebag to explain further if you want to know more.

Pro-Tip: The last two minutes of the video below is an ad. First four minutes are an excuse to advertise.

^Subwoofers, Woofers, and Tweeters as Fast As Possible^

Maybe chew on this video. It takes you all the way from the low lows (sub-woofer), to the lows (woofers) to the mids (mid-range) to the highs (tweeters).

^Signal frequency 20Hz – 20000Hz^

All paths lead to and/or through…

…mutable.

Nothing is fixed. Not here anyway. I can dig someone wanting to be headstrong, resolute and never-changing. Has that juggernaut type of appeal. Immovable object or unstoppable force. But at some point your ass cheeks fit just fine into that bikini. Down the road, maybe not so much. Question is, are you still “cardinal”? How did you get here? Can you adapt to a new bikini? Or will you you modify your body to re-acclimate itself with the old bikini. Moreover, will I still love you regardless? Will you still love yourself?

Can we love eachother?
^Why Bible Accurate Angels Are So Creepy^

cYacFa

^Judas Priest – Solar Angels^

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Eww, Clicky… /stubs butt… Was it the Wiki Wavy Walls?*

*Okay, I’ll find a Song for us to end the post on…*

Thank you for your time and attention, Dear Reader. Come back and see us again soon and until then… Have a Song ❤

CLICK5: Remembering Rik Mayall

 

Missive From ‘Merica: The Limey and the Coco Pops

Coco Poppy

*Thank fuck, Poppy tweeted that to us last night, Clicky… /lights up… Or I’d have been completely bolloxed for a post title… /drags…*

Last night, Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. The Unseen Synchro, a.k.a The Okie Devil of Text Us asked me and Poppy Sweet Pea to provide him with some words, from which he would write a poem…

Said poem is contained within Cade’s latest missive, below…

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*That’s right, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… down there…*

Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤

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Someone might enjoy this.
^Iron Maiden – Behind The Beast^

I once wrote a certain poem,

but can’t recall what it said.

So now here it sits aching,

bouncing round in my head.

Wrote some parts down, that had a certain sound.

Certain parts rhymed, other parts timed.

One part climbed,

another piece descended.

Don’t recall where it all started,

nor even if anything ended.

There must be a way in, to the place to begin.

First…to find out how, my way out of…now.

Some thoughts run free and freely,

others disappear in a stare.

Some are likely gone forever,

a few are written down somewhere.

Take out the trash, Danish mash.

Write it down, or face the frown.

There’s one part I tried to remember,

but cannot recall the details.

Likely a something of beauty,

perhaps bunny rabbits, wasps, or snails.

Formulaic attributes, proxy gaps and substitutes.

Removed this line, I’m sure it was fine.

Does she really exist out there,

or am I being silly…a dupe.

Like some sort of prize or plunder,

a cold journey that ends with hot soup.

You’ll be there, when you are there.

You were there, you aren’t there.

This end of that one here now,

the end of this one a time later.

I’ve forgotten what this one was about,

perhaps I’ll remember it…

^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^

What a bunch of fucking weirdos.
^1977 TV Synthesizer Special^
If you thought that shit was weird, check THIS shit out.
^1969 World’s First Electronic Pop Song^

All of the people in the above two vids are either all:

A) dead from disease, or

B) all strung out on drugs while waiting to be dead from disease.

I read a lot of facts and figures, and those facts and figures are very clear…everyone is either dead, or about to be. Seriously. You are either dead, or about to be, and you are either on drugs, or about to be.

Lots of information and facts and figures floating around that prove this to be correct. A lot of these political Tweets are fucking weird. The ones that are always tell people to stand up? What does that even mean, other than you telling me I’m already down. Not only are you telling me I’m already down…you are telling me I need to get up off my lazy ass and do something for you, because you said so.

How do you get everyone aboard the same train?

What’s that? You don’t want everyone on the same train?

I thought you wanted to be first.

If you want to be first, that means you need everyone on the same train.

^Best soviet electronic music^

Are animals incompetent?
^Kraftwerk – Roboter 1978^

I was out front letting my youngest son’s dog get some fresh air. It’s 57°F/13°C, the sun is shining, and is generally awesome. But she refused to come back in, so I had to chase her around the front yard a bit. When I finally got her to come back towards the door so I could let her in, I reached up to open the door, and noticed there was a critter on my foot. I brought my foot up, then gently blew the winged critter off my foot, and they landed on the concrete porch.

I let the dog in, then began to retreat inwards myself, when I noticed that the ant – yes, it was a winged ant – was still sitting in the same place/had not flown off. I suddenly became worried, as the ant was sitting right in the big, fucking middle of the porch. Were anyone else to come in or out through the door, they won’t know the ant is sitting there, and would likely step on the ant. So the question becomes…

Q: What do I do?

A: Whatever I do.

I tried to give the ant a shade of encouragement to move by bending down and blowing on it, but it sensed the sudden increase in hurricane force winds, and hung on for dear life to the concrete of the porch. I wonder if there is a something to be learned there about methods we employ to get others to do what we want?

^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^

I think this is the last whatever that I’m going to write in MS WordPad. Yep…even tho I downloaded and installed OpenOffice over a month ago, I’m still using MS WordPad to write these things. WordPad really doesn’t offer much in the way of formatting: there’s no spellcheck, no fancy editing tools, and it takes me a level of two of washing this shit before I actually send it over to Roob for her to do whatever she does with it.

But I think I’m starting to feel a shade better about my formatting peccadilloes, and how better to use them to mold what I am trying to say, as I am saying it. My reason for doing this is quite simple, and that is so that I don’t go back and read something that I’m going to regret having written, and not have spent more time or formatting and editing. I mean, in life, when we say things, we don’t get second chances. You gotta say the right thing, at the right time, and you’ve got to say it right the first time, and every time, forever amen.

Practice makes perfect.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

Practice makes perfect.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

Practice repetition makes repetition perfect repetition.
^Morrissey – Break up the Family^

I just saw a pretty cool Tweet, that was cool, because it had leaves in it. There was a really cool star made out of sticks and twine, and I had some thoughts on that too, but what really interested me was the leaves. Dunno bout choo, but I love picking up leaves and looking at them. Well, leaves that have fallen. Leaves on the tree are best observed where they are, but I’ve been known to pick them.

Anyway, I love to look at leaves, check out the patterns, think about how they developed and why, make crazy assumptions about how these patterns suit needs in many ways, etc., etc.. But with respect to the leaves in this particular picture, what I got to thinking about was…

“how in the FUCK do those leaves look so nice?”

I can’t get a super close look at the leaves, but they certainly aren’t crushed…so how in the fuck did someone go out and collect a bunch of leaves without crushing them? OR…is that part of the ritual? Just…go out and grab a fuckton of leaves, cram em’ all into a bag, then sort the shit when you get home. Crushed ones here, uncrushed ones there.

Le YIKES!!! Sounds like a metaphor for pre-dating and post-dating romantic encounters.

^World On Fire (Junkie XL Club Mix)^

Not that you particularly care, but where my mind was buzzing around today was/is medicine.

Q: Is medical infrastructure medicine?

A: ?¿?

The only way to get everyone on board, is to cover all needs, up to and including, not needing at all. Giving your share away, because you don’t need it, but someone else does, and if they don’t now, they will later.

I wonder who that someone might be? 

Anyway, there’s been a lot of things I’ve seen lately, that would appear to have nothing at all to do with medicine/standardized medicine, but they do. Lemme see if I can find some, that way we’ve got an audit trail, and proof, and other cool shit like that.

^Infusion — Legacy (Junkie XL Remix)^

Here’s an example…

Refusal of need(s) means that the relationship is over…right? If you don’t get what you need, when you need it, DIVORCE!!!

Everything must remain the same forever, or face elimination. It’s the only way. Can’t discern and discriminate until everything is the same, which allows us to discover our differences, and eliminate them.

OK, I’ll stop trying to be clever in my digging, and put it like this: If I’m married, and looking forward to sex with my wife tonight, but that afternoon she gets hit by a car and winds up in the hospital, can I still fuck her in the hospital bed?

I mean, assuming that she still wants to fuck. Or do I need to take a rain-check? Does she need to take a rain-check? What if she is insistent that I fuck her, because she fears it may be the last chance we get to do so? Or is the hospital going to have an opinion too? Is that an additional price of medical care? Do it my way, or else?

^Savages – You’re My Chocolate^

Here’s another one…

What could some “missile alert” have to do with medical care? Welp…if a war starts, a shitload of people are going to need a fuckton of band-aids.

Who is gonna make them?

Where are they getting their supplies?

Who is going to ship them?

Who is going to apply them?

And on, and on, and on...

Supposedly, our President said something recently about “the button” now being his own personal property. Dunno how that transfer of ownership happened, but that’s what I personally took away from the “my button is bigger than his” bit, or whatever it was.

And another...

And another...

And another...

As best I can tell, all of these things hover around continuance, and weave in and out of all kinds of other applications. Dunno bout you, but to me, that says someone is doing some weaving. Who? Does that matter? Do you care that you have a blanket when you need it, or is who made it important? We want everything to stay the same, and the only way to accomplish that, is change and changes.

Makes sense.
^Le Couleur – Femme^

/begin poem

The bells…they hang silent, and scream.

But no one listens to them anymore.

/end poem

^Sub Focus – X-Ray (Metrik Remix)^

When I start seeing the same Tweets over and over, coming from different people, does that mean that I have enough friends that I can dump one in favor of the other? I mean, who needs two friends that are damn near identical? Dump one, keep the other. They both regurgitate the same bullshit, so no big loss if I lose one. Losing weight is always popular.

^Jonathan Bree – You’re So Cool^

I’m not implying that “standardized medicine” is going to start producing standardized people, but it might contribute to the production of standardized people. I guess it all depends on how we look at things, and what we want to get out of them. Things are only worth a flying fuck, when and if they put out. If they don’t? Fuck ’em.

^boy pablo – Everytime^

I had to bring the trash in. I took it out this morning, but someone forgot that today is MLK‘s birthday, so I had to bring it back in. If it sits out in the alley for the next 3 days, it’ll get torn to shreds by stray dogs, cats, squirrels, opossums, skunks, and God knows what else.

Plus, yet again, the temperature has been dropping all day, and it’s supposedly supposed to snow @ 20:00/8:00 pm tonight. It’s currently 48°F/10°C, so we’ve got a ways to go if it’s going to snow. My “news” came via Whatshername, so I just went to check the weather, and I saw nothing about snow, and it’s not supposed to get cold till tomorrow. That said, it has gotten cloudy as fuck outside, and the wind is blowing pretty good.

Definitely feels like change is changing.
^Detlef – JayDee^

/begin end

Here is where we ended this rhyme…upon this fancy dish.

The method could take some time…to feast upon this fish.

I’ll bang upon this wordy chime…something simple but cute.

Silence is the realm of the mime…so says the mute.

Something made of wheat…something filled with slime.

Cooked lovingly into a meat…and when eaten tastes sublime.

Climb upon this giving mound…climb to your summit I climb.

Howls in pain this foolish hound…my bonds downgraded to subprime.

/end end

I asked two different people for 8 words that rhymed, in 4 sets of 2 words each.

Below is what I got…

Person A: Fish – Dish, Wheat – Meat, Hound – Mound, Cute – Mute

Person B: chime, climb, rhyme, slime, time, mime, subprime, sublime

:/

There’s always a fucking smart ass 😉

Anyway, I used those 16 words, and created that nonsense above. Hence, where it ended, is actually where it began, but not really. Anyway, thanks to you ladies for playing along.

^Leftwing & Kody – What You Sayin^

It’s against my religion to ask others to assist me in any poetry writing efforts. And yet, for some reason, I asked for assistance. I guess I don’t like my religion anymore, and needed a way out. NOBODY leaves a religion on good terms…

...do they? 

Maybe that’s where a lot of this weirdness and confusion comes from. Do I really need to be in church every fucking time the doors are open? If a church closes down because I didn’t show up, maybe that church needed to close. We’ve got churches every-fucking-where here. These seminaries are pumping out clergy, year after year, and they’ve got to have somewhere to go…right? Need a flock to lead?

 Can't have shepherds without sheep. 

And supposedly, America is motherfucking STOCKED with sheep. Which…did you see that Tweet up there about increasing sales of lamb? Um…ever thought that maybe…instead of slaughtering a fuckton of sheep like your life depended on it, maybe let a cull slide here and there. Doing without on occasion, might help us better deal with what it’s like, to forget what it is like, to be fat and happy.

PLUS!!!…it’ll give some reprieves to some little lambs that might be looking for a longer-term shepherd.

^Nitrous Oxide – Orient Express^

Someone Tweeted this story…

RAF fighters intercept two Russian bombers near UK airspace

…and it got me to thinking about a brief conversation that I had with a certain someone about Twitter execs supposedly snooping on their users.

First of all, there is a line of thinking, where certain people attempt to…erm…“take their destiny into their own hands” by joining the machine that monitors. They do this, thinking that they can somehow transcend the monitors and monitoring, by joining the club. But I got a question about “ascension”, irrespective of when and how it occurs…

Q: Now what?

A: !!!

Yeah…did you remember to take a parachute with you? If so, did you pack it yourself, because just because you aren’t being monitored today, doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be monitored tomorrow.

I’m not proposing a defeatist attitude towards people taking things that don’t belong to them, nor people snooping on others just because they can. But if you took the time to watch the video above from 1969 where the people were dancing to the “Pop Corn” song, you’ll notice that their rhythm was all over the fucking place. Some fast, some slow, some trying to dance this way, others trying to dance that way…adjusting to something new. Lots of figuring out to be done there.

^Planet Jazz- Monster ??!^

Same goes for anything new I guess. Takes a while to find a rhythm. Takes a while to adjust to a rhythm. Gonna be a lot of impatient motherfuckers getting antsy. Wanting shit “RIGHT GODDAMN NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!”, and I understand that kind of thinking, but maybe cut down on the coffee and chill dipshits. Get two shots in your Starbucks instead of four. Or hell, up it to eight.

I dunno...just...chill. 

I hate when these motherfuckers tell me I’m gonna get left behind, and then the next day they tell me the same bullshit. Welp, if I got left behind, how in the fuck are we having this conversation? Anyone that tells me “I’m gonna get left” is prolly angling me. Or did I just assume your intentions?

^Sven Väth & Barbarella – My Name Is Barbarella^

There are some days that I just want to crawl under a rock and die. But I’ve been here before, and I survived it then, so why wouldn’t I survive it now? Just because I’m 50 years old and completely worthless, welp, that inspires me to keep moving. Seeing things like that ant, holding on for dear life, inspires me. Hang on while the storm blows, and move the best you can, when you can, as the storm relents.

I mean, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, nature sometimes needs us to hunker down for a bit? Sit tight. If you’ve not considered that, just keep in mind that we sleep. So maybe not just and only storms sometimes do the trick with respect to getting us to chill at bit.

^Sven Väth – Extra welt / Zu Fuss^

/begin poem

A quick spin round, and to, is the thing now to do.

Outside, real quick, to check on this snow, the news is thick.

brb

Back, not a goddamn thing, not a goddamn flake, not one flake to see, except…me.

‘Tis cold and cloudy, no snow, plenty of wind, I’m pouty.

But not sad, not mad, not glad, not yet, no snow I’d bet.

But why bet on the weather, it’s always coming together, just like laces in a shoe.

And not to be too bold, but warm or cold, I’d like to curl up with you.

/end poem

Definitely colder outside, but the air has a warm feeling to it. The air is heavy. Feels heavy.

Weird.
^Mark Jenkyns – Sirens Feat. Mizbee (Original Mix)^

Neuronal Circuits Reportedly Mapped More Comprehensively Than Ever Before

This is interesting, but the story goes from…

“they have devised a novel method that maps electrical circuits in the brain”

to…

“enabled them to map out all 250 cells that make up a microcircuit in part of a mouse brain that processes smell”

…pretty quickly.

From "Brain" to "Mouse Brain" pretty fucking fast. 

The fact they’re tinkering in areas that process smell is pretty fucking impressive, but to what end? It seems there are elements that are wanting to ban anything and everything that supposedly makes us sick. So…what’s the reason for research like this?

Once alcohol and cigarettes are gone, and plants are completely under the control of corporations and/or government, freewill can be tamed, and there’ll be nothing left for anyone to do…right? Or am I being to shallow and not looking at the greater picture and the big good.

That said, the article only mentions the word “mouse” once, “mice” not at all, and “brain” ten times. Let’s check out “the big study” and see where that leads us.

Architecture of a mammalian glomerular domain revealed by novel volume electroporation using nanoengineered microelectrodes

Glomerulus (Kidney)

Bowman’s Capsule

I knew it. Conspiracy.

Mystery = SOLVED!!! Next!
^Franky Rizardo – Killa Bees (Original Mix) [Sola]^

However, identifying the totality of cells belonging to such neuronal modules, the “inputs” and “outputs,” remains a major challenge.

That’s from the “Neuronal Circuits” article above, but I’m still perplexed about the “I/O” nature of thinking in science. I mean, what if information processing takes a fuckton longer than you think it does? Something unique to me, may not be unique to you, so to say something always processes information in the same way(s) seems…foolhardy. Not to mention that the nature of your “I/O” thinking is prolly backwards to begin with. Meaning, you’ve not stop to consider that “I/O” is a simultaneous process that happens at the same time. Perhaps even at the same time, at the same point, and happens multiple times. Like a sequence.

EX: In order to get in, and I mean in, and only in, you need a sequence of registers that simultaneously register: I, O, O, I, I, O, O, I, I, I, O.

Yeah rly. 

I’m suggesting that a sequence of “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may be required just to get in. There’s prolly going to be some embedded encoding within the “IN” key that allows the potential, for an “OUT” key to be generated, depending on the information that follows the “IN” key.

Am I really suggesting that this I/O sequencing into the brain is going to be that complex? Nope. It’s not going to be that easy. I’m suggesting that it’s going to be a fuckton more complex than that.

^Eli Brown – Get Down^

Thinking like that shouldn’t be that much of a stretch. We are talking about trapping here, information processing and retention, data preservation. That means there are going to be FUCKTONS of traps preventing you from getting in, and perhaps even allowing you to get in. Getting out is another matter entirely. I mean, DNA is pretty complex…right?

If the model of tumblers that I see in my head is even partially correct with respect to how information is processed and potentially stored within the body. Um…you better get out your stopwatches and start thinking about time, times, and a fuckton of time and times, then you better start thinking about friction, atrophy, decay, motion, what constitutes energy over time…and a fuckton of other things. I guess I’m thinking about things like that, because “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may get you in today, but tomorrow may require “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”.

How long are you willing to monitor this shit? Yeah…why not hook this shit up to your own brain, then you monitor yourself and let others monitor you for the rest of your life. We’ll keep you posted on how it all turns out. Srsly…we will. You’re in good hands. I’ve practiced on thousands of grapefruits.

^CamelPhat – Drop It^

Lemme explain why I’m thinking in those lines, assuming that I possess the ability to do so.

We are talking about information…correct? Are you going to use the first key that works? Welp, what if that key, sends all information to one place, and one place only?

Yeah...storage. 

There’s GOT to be more to the routing system than just and only one key. What happens when you send a message, but the pathway is already occupied, and the message cannot be sent in totality? Are you prepared with how to deal with “packet loss” and the like? I mean…doesn’t the brain supposedly work differently/better in the mornings for certain things, and differently/worse in the evenings for those same things? Let’s say that the following is true…

Key 1: “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out”

Key 2: “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”

Key 3: “iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, iN, oUT”

Key 4: “nI, nI, nI, nI, nI, tuO, nI, nI, nI, nI, nI”

Let’s say that applying those four keys, in sequence, will get you in, through, and back out, without making a single change to anything. Basically, a ping, and a response acknowledging that your sequence was correct, and that the system recognized/recognizes that you are trying to gain access, do nothing except gain access, get through, and return. This response is neither friendly, nor unfriendly. Basically just a response of “I heard you”.

Q: How are you going to interpret that?

A: ?!¿?!¿!!!

Might wanna give it some thought. “Space” and “messages from space” are prolly not just and only going to come from one place or another. Might wanna give that some thought as well. I’m sure as shit chewing on it.

^Charles Pierre – Directions (Original Mix)^

Something else to consider…

I am a human.

To say that I’ve no knowledge of my own makeup is…

shortsighted.

I have knowledge of self.

Some anyway 😉

I am a someone, (Individual Human)

that is part of a group, (Humans)

that is also part of a group, (Life)

and this group of groups contains unlimited groups (Lives).

So yeah…to say that it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, that are more “scientific” in nature, while possessing none of the “skill and knowledge” that these scientific modalities create? That it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, because I possess none of the machinery… None of the training… none of the skills… none of the experience… none of the peer support…and on and on?

Welp...you'd be right about that.

Within the scope of the entirety of things, not sure what that means tho.

/me shrugs
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^

cYacFa

^Pleasurekraft & Green Velvet – Skeleton Key (Format B Remix)^

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*/puffs… You got here before me, Clicky…/pats snout… *

Sew there you have it, Dear Reader – a poetic missive shambles inspired by thoughts on medicine…

medicine (n.)

c. 1200, “medical treatment, cure, remedy,” also used figuratively, of spiritual remedies, from Old French medecine (Modern French médicine) “medicine, art of healing, cure, treatment, potion,” from Latin medicina “the healing art, medicine; a remedy,” also used figuratively, perhaps originally ars medicina “the medical art,” from fem. of medicinus (adj.) “of a doctor,” from medicus “a physician” (from PIE root *med- “take appropriate measures”); though OED finds evidence for this is wanting. Meaning “a medicinal potion or plaster” in English is mid-14c.

To take (one’s) medicine “submit to something disagreeable” is first recorded 1865. North American Indian medicine-man “shaman” is first attested 1801, from American Indian adoption of the word medicine in sense of “magical influence.” The U.S.-Canadian boundary they called Medicine Line (first attested 1910), because it conferred a kind of magic protection: punishment for crimes committed on one side of it could be avoided by crossing over to the other. Medicine show “traveling show meant to attract a crowd so patent medicine can be sold to them” is American English, 1938. Medicine ball “stuffed leather ball used for exercise” is from 1889.

It is called a “medicine ball” and it got that title from Prof. Roberts, now of Springfield, whose fame is widespread, and whose bright and peculiar dictionary of terms for his prescription department in physical culture is taught in every first-class conducted Y.M.C.A. gymnasium in America. Prof. Roberts calls it a “medicine ball” because playful exercise with it invigorates the body, promotes digestion, and restores and preserves one’s health. [“Scientific American Supplement,” March 16, 1889]

I’m off now to spend some time with Thoughtful Man, and Clicky is…

*Charming!*

… Already out of here apparently. Dear Reader… Have a Song 😀