About a week or so ago, Dear Reader, I mentioned in the blurb atop of a missive from Cade, a magazine article that I was keen to get my hands on…
FOR years after the physicist Richard Feynman died, his 1970s yellow-and-tan Dodge minivan lay rusting in a garage near Pasadena, California. When it was restored in 2012, special effort was made to repaint the giant doodles that adorned its bodywork. They don’t look like much – simple combinations of straight lines, loops and squiggles. But it is no exaggeration to say these Feynman diagrams revolutionised particle physics. Without them, we might never have built the standard model of particles and forces, or discovered the Higgs boson.
Now we could be on the cusp of a second, even more far-reaching transformation. Because even as Feynman’s revolution seems to be fizzling out, physicists are discovering hints of deeper geometric truths. If glimpses of exquisite mathematical structures that exist in dimensions beyond the familiar few can be substantiated, they would seem to point the way to a better understanding not just of how particles interact, but of the nature of reality itself.
It was a hard road that led to the standard model, this monumental theoretical construct that describes all the particles of the quantum world and the forces that act on them, except for gravity. The starting point came in the 1930s and early 1940s, when physicists investigating quantum electrodynamics, the theory of how charged particles and electromagnetic fields interact, embarked on calculations of “scattering amplitudes” – the probabilities of different outcomes in a given particle interaction. But the calculations proved maddeningly difficult. For a while they seemed impossible.
And that was all I could read of the article… Until yesterday, when I got home from work and found a copy of the magazine had arrived from Leggy, with a note saying…
‘Thought you might like to see this comic. It would just have ended up in recycling anyway, at least this way its life gets extended by a few days 😉 ‘
Woo Hoo! I was so excited as I flipped the pages…
*That’s right, Clicky… pages 28 – 31, right…*
*…in the…*
*…middle…*
*Hmm… Superconducting Super Collider in Texas… Reminds me of another Missive From ‘Merica, Clicky… the one with the drawings…*
*Whoa! The Principle of Least Action? …That seems a bit Idle Theory-ish… /cough… Yeah, I think we’ve probably shown enough of the article, now Clicky… I don’t want to get in trouble…*
*/nods… I’ll go tell Cade I’ve updated his missive…*
Okay, I have a lot to do tonight, Dear Reader – early start at work tomorrow. Make of it as you will… And have a Song ;
I 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…
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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”!!!
TWO…EVEN!!!
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?
Let’s experiment…gender-neutral.
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?
Ready?
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…
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.
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!!!
FUCK!!!
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK!!!
I’ve been bamboozleswaggled by the system and it’s systems via one of it’s initiates.
I digress.
/me mumbles something about sex and/or lack-thereof.
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, somiserably, 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.
/shrug
^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.
Cade: And?
0:
G: OH! SO! There is no bamboozleswagglin’ goin’ on down here?
Cade: Oh shit.
Z: Oh shit is right.
A: Agree.
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.
Cade: K.
X: …
^Ravel – Bolero (Scrolling Score)^
Let’s see what Google News has to say about things.
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.
So…if government/a government owns everything, and private business/businesses own everything else…what does that leave?
Not much.
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.
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)^
*/rubs eyes… Morning, Clicky… /blinks… Oh fuck, sunday! What happened to the rest of yesterday? …/looks up… Work tomorrow… /yawns… Song? …/rolls over…*
*That was very early hours of the day before, Clicky… But yeah!*
In the early hours of Monday morning, after spending Sunday evening watching ‘The Mummy’ (spoilers – SetTheories), and ‘Deadpool’ again because… Well, Thoughtful Man and I just love that film…
… I checked into Twitter DMs to find Leggy and Cade had shared some links with Poppy Sweet Pea and me…
help yourselves, red makes you high and blue makes you horny. tom and derek are in the hot tub out back… pic.twitter.com/iWzM3H2sVO
So…what’s all this about, you might ask. Welp…it’s about systems that exist outside systems that classify both. I got to watching a documentary about Mound Builders within The United States/North America, and just how desperately some interests in the 19th Century strove to connect those Mound Builders to the Toltecs and Aztecs.
Q: Why would a connection to present residents be avoided, in favor of a connection to extinct societies?
A: Safety in numbers? Even when those numbers are...zero?
That’s just a guess.
^Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius – The Chicken Dance^
Oh…and also, Roob pointed out that Rose was on a rampage over @ CFrank Davis’ blog.
So, I being me, went and read what Rose had written about on this textual rampage of hers. I was particularly interested to see if it connected in any way, shape or form to the bullshit I’ve been pondering over the last few days…it didn’t.
BINGO!!!
DIRECT HIT!!!
OR MISS!!!
OR WHATEVER!!!
Connection via disconnect…
or something
Weird how that works, eh? But yeah, Pellagra got me to thinking about corn and corn meal that is used in dog food. That NOW has me thinking about fish food/fish meal like the shit they are feeding Bluefin Tuna in the tuna farms in The Mediterranean. THAT got me to thinking about travel and spin, which got me to thinking about farms and farming, and especially as that relates to modern/industrialized farming.
Q: What is the difference between modern farming in 6,000 BC and modern farming in 2017CE?
A: Is the answer...nothing?
We have more connections to dirt(s) and soil(s) than we prolly give credit for. Prolly why some pregnant women would crave dirt when pregnant. My granny used to specify “cellar dirt”…it had to be cellar dirt.
Yeah…I can nitpick this shit to death. But the concept of someone building something for someone from nothing, that costs nothing and does nothing is kinda right up my alley (no pun intended-ish).
I gotta give some props tho. At least people are trying. Not that I see any issues with Marxist types of thinking as it relates to polar opposites or anything. I mean, do you really understand your own line of thinking via both sides of polar thinking? Because if you do, you are prolly something else entirely, and not one or the other.
These concepts that we base our lives on were so fucking fleeting, that they pretty much only existed in theory at the point of their creation, and that’s the best that they could or will ever be. There’s a freedom in that thought tho. A freedom to grow and change. Maybe that’s why the gods were always a little more patient than we give them credit for in the mythology that surrounds them.
That mythology is a redux…right? Lots of things omitted for time and space constraints?
There's a poetry to that thought
^Earthship Underground House Tour- Sustainable and Net Zero Living…^
I guess I don’t see how legislation can ever get better if it omits the very people that it is intended to serve. That puts a hell of a strain on the executive and judicial branches irrespective of the type or types of government that utilize these streams.
There’s been some mentions of The Roman Empire here and there, and how this empire never really crumbled or went away. But the Roman Empire was built on something. The nations and empires that Rome conquered were built on something. I get the feeling that rigid and rigidity were not concepts used no matter how long its constituents touted that these empires would last. To me, that’s signal number one as to the battle between rigid rigidity, and fluid rigidity, especially as rigidity pertains to fluidity.
What do I mean by that?
Welp…ever been hit by a wall of water? No?
Ever belly-flopped into a swimming pool or some other body of water? No?
Ever bumped into someone else? Maybe?
It’s still a body of water. So…in my thinking anyway…Non-Newtonian Fluid(s) takes on a whole new meaning there. Especially as that relates to “the body” along some more mystical lines. Fountain of Youth, water of life, etc.. Lotta energy and energies at work there holding a lot of shit together and keeping other things apart in doing so. I think even that Yahweh-Yoyo mentioned something about dividing the this from the that…but I can’t remember where I read that.
😉
^deadmau5 – Rio (2017 Edit) [Unreleased]^
I got to talking to Roob a bit about my immediate thoughts on this Pellagra comment of Rose’s at Frank’s blog, and especially my thoughts as Pellagra relates to Morgellons.
Cade: Yeah. Pellagra. Sounds way familiar. Poor man’s Leprosy.
RooBeeDoo: But curable 😉
Thinking about her statement now, I must wonder…
"yeah...but how many times and/or how often is it curable?"
What really buzzed my head was this thought about Polio and it’s cure. Smallpox and it’s cure. The common-cold and it’s remedies. Shit like that. How long is something considered cured until it is so irrelevant that it is forgotten about completely?
Anthrax is prolly gonna be our best friend along these lines of thinking since Anthrax can sit in the soil for God only knows how long. And yes, I am thinking more along the lines of “untreated soil” here, meaning that nothing is done to soil to attempt to rid that soil of Anthrax and/or the conditions that favor or produce it. Completely eradicate Anthrax on Earth/Terra, and suddenly certain sectors of your bio-weapons divisions are unemployed and the revenue streams they produced are gone. So the question gets kinda simple here for a second, and it pretty much goes straight to but one point…
Q: God…what in the fuck do you want with me?
A: ???
I ain’t even gonna attempt an answer there, and feel like an idiot for even thinking about that question.
^Eisenfunk – Pong^
The concept of forgetting has been on my mind, but I keep forgetting to bring it up. Especially as this relates to intelligence, and more specifically, Artificial Intelligence. But just this week, there was some news story about some group having to shut down the AI section of it’s whatever for whatever reason(s).
"Hey kid!!! I don't likes the ways you is behavin'!!! You gets a time-out!!!"
Can you imagine how painful wrestling with the construct of forgetting would be? And yeah, I’m talking more from The Creator standpoint along the lines of “The Original Article” and the original concept itself. Prolly why I was so hateful in chastising a programmer who would not condescend to counting to ten for the first time for and/or with any of these “A.I.” creations of theirs. If you don’t love, what in the FUCK are you doing this for?
Anyway, Vertigo and Alzheimer’s are on the agenda, and there are going to be some tie-ins to regret going on there. Even a power plant has breakers and/or circuits that are designed to fail in the event of an overload. I wonder if part of the fault lay in the ability for these circuits to be replaced and breakers reset?
Meh…anyway…yeah…I can imagine that imagining what it is to forget would be a damn rough concept to tangle with from a creative construct standpoint. I can see quite the tango going on there with sanity/insanity/salvation and regret/compunction/empathy. Include some time in there and those constructs don’t seem quite so scary…and at the same time…yeah…much scarier.
^Boy 8 Bit – Fogbank (Jack Beats Remix)^
Oh well…opportunity missed.
Live and learn I guess.
Better luck next time.
Whatever.
^Lady Sovereign – Jigsaw [Remix] Jack Beats^
Someone made reference to a mention that someone had talked about a certain part of a concept that was mentioned recently somewhere else, they then passed the whatever along to me.
There’s prolly gonna be certain standards that are setup as bait. Disbelievers who don’t necessarily want to believe…they want to see. So yeah…bait. I’m thinking along the lines of “sacred symbols” and “ancient hidden whatever” and shit like that, but it’s also not quite that simple.
I mean yeah, it’s JUST that simple, but there’s more to it as well. Many shapes and forms that are being duplicated/copied or whatever, for whatever reason(s), some under the guise and guises of knowing, and some not so much. What am I rambling about? OK…think of it like this…
Now…if you wanna use a star shape on some new company and/or product of yours, I would recommend that using the above, even as a model, is prolly not in your best interests. Anything remotely close to that is prolly going to get a legal challenge at some point or points…(ba da ching)…and this legal challenge will come when it is most advantageous and financially viable, for them, to pursue this legal action.
O/T: Anyone else notice that there are three stars there and not one? Which makes four stars really and not three nor one...but...yeah or whatever.
^Rone – Bye Bye Macadam (Official Video)^
Prolly gonna be some bits on founding and foundations here, especially as that relates to the inability of an individual to create their own foundation for their own house/home because of the foundation(s) of another or others.
To relate…if “so-and-so” is “Mr./Mrs. Whoever” in documentation(s) and/or any sort of official communication(s)…but is known around the office as “Douchebag McFuckface”…there’s a problem there. Unless of course your own organization allows and promotes employees to makeup monikers for each other…calling your President/CEO “Cocksucker McFaggyqueer” to their face….for example. But even that doesn’t make it OK…does it? Well…ya gotta get kinda international with your interpretation of slang there. I mean, thinking about it now…”Cocksucker McFaggyqueer” in The UK kinda translates to “GF w/Perks McCigaretteWeirdo”…or thereabouts.
/shrug
^”DIAMONDS” by XORDOX^
Back on the AI business, there are going to be conservative types (even if those conservatives are liberals in certain aspects) that are going to agree with my child-like approach to creation(s)/creating(s) of this type, and are going to make parent/child connections with respect to the care-levels. But I would caution there. If you start getting all hateful and snotty under the premise of what good parenting is, I’m just gonna reference some trends and trending that you prolly aren’t going to like.
This ain’t about stats…it’s about relationships and relating, and not just/only with relatives. It’s about being nice and being thoughtful. Not all the time…but yeah…all the time. But that’s your choice, not mine. I only work here.
^To Scale: The Solar System^
X: Can you really not remember where you read about this “Yahweh-YoYo”?
X: What exactly does that have to do with anything?
Cade: I dunno what it has to do with anything. But I have some ideas as to what it has to do with everything.
X: Sacred Geometry, eh?
Cade: I guess so. Just makes these “extinction level events” that are so goddamn popular within the scientific vernacular make more sense.
Z: You sure about that?
Cade: Well…yeah…to be honest…it does.
X: How exactly?
Cade: Time.
X: …
^MISSIO – Middle Fingers^
Coupla documentaries here that are pretty damn interesting. The documentary on Jules Verne was more like a 1+ hour commercial for Freemasons and their ideology than it was a documentary about Jules Verne, but it was still interesting. I think I’ve tried to watch the one on Celtic Crosses quite a few times now, but have yet to get through it. I’m currently 36 minutes in, and it’s 2 hours long…
kinda like my penis
^Extraordinary Voyages of Jules Verne: An Odyssey from the Sea to the Air, From the Earth to the Moon^
^The Cross of Thoth – Conspiracy Behind the Cross – Revelation about Forbidden Knowledge – WATCH NOW!^
BOO: When am I going to die?
CADE: Tomorrow.
BOO: Really?
CADE: Yes.
BOO: OK…well…if I’m not dead tomorrow, I’m gonna find you, and we’re gonna have some words.
CADE: Fair enough, but that won’t change my answer.
^Billy Preston – Will It Go Round in Circles^
Just thinking about the concept of creating competence via incompetence. All that flip-flopping circular logic isn’t nearly as appealing when specificity starts getting specific. Especially as these specificities relate personally, and especially especially as the specificities relate personally via our actions past, present and future.
As a creator, going to be lots of hypocritical types of thinking there as it relates to self-evaluation. When you start thinking about associations and associating…things are going to get all kinds of wack. Especially as you create edifices that are specifically designed to fail, and going to be all kinds of additional thoughts to think about with respect to the hows and whys. In the financial markets, a company designed and created to fail in order to boost profits in a “competitor” which you also own…welp…it ain’t going to affect just and only that end/those ends. Gonna be a lot of ends and ending going on prior to the money shot.
^MYNC Project – Something On Your Mind (Switch Remix)^
So yeah…you create a computer/computer system specifically designed to tell you where the remaining Wonka Golden Ticket is located, then you get pissed off when this system refuses to deliver. I’d say that a rampage is in order.
Have fun
^Simian Mobile Disco – Sleep Deprivation^
If you aren’t giving consideration to existing systems, you’re doing it wrong. Associated systems are just that…even if you specifically disassociate you and your efforts from certain systems. Now you’ve compounded your problem by including it for exclusion. So yeah…loops and loopholes.
It’s like crushing a flower just because you can. Knowing that you can crush this flower, all you have to do is decide what you are going to do and how. That leaves only actually doing it. Been thinking about this a lot lately with respect to Jesus’s/Yeshua’s assertion that if you commit murder in your heart, you’ve committed murder. I understand the concept, but I think there is more about leaving judgement in the hands of the judge in that case, as it relates to the individual. “Murder” is a pretty broad topic considering how narrow the concept itself is.
But who in the fuck wants to sit around and ponder the concept of murder all the time? Ain’t choo got nothing better to do?
Q: Now what?
A: Oh yeah...we had us a flower to crush. Or were we still deciding on whether or not to crush it?
^Dr. John – Right Place Wrong Time^
If the attitudes, modes and methods for “dealing with mental health issues” do not themselves change quickly and radically…welp…there’s a fuckton of irony going on there ain’t there? Same can be said for injury and illness. Lotta wildly varying opinions about time and times all of a sudden like, eh?
The first seed plant—the group that includes flowering plants and cone-bearing ones—likely emerged about 320 million years ago, when there were diverse animals on land and at sea, but not yet dinosaurs, mammals or birds.
The oldest-known fossils of flowering plants date from about 140 million years ago—during the age of the dinosaurs which went extinct some 66 million years ago.
Since then, the first flower has evolved into at least 300,0000 species that include almost all plant types used by people for food, medicine and other purposes, said the research team.
Flowering plants represent about 90 percent of all plants on Earth.
I dunno about you, Dear Reader, but after that I’m feeling kinda zen…
black (adj.)Old English blæc “absolutely dark, absorbing all light, the color of soot or coal,” from Proto-Germanic *blakaz “burned” (source also of Old Norse blakkr“dark,” Old High German blah “black,” Swedish bläck “ink,” Dutch blaken “to burn”), from PIE *bhleg- “to burn, gleam, shine, flash” (source also of Greek phlegein “to burn, scorch,” Latin flagrare “to blaze, glow, burn”), from root *bhel- (1) “to shine, flash, burn.”
white (adj.)Old English hwit “bright, radiant; clear, fair,” also as a noun (see separate entry), from Proto-Germanic *hwitaz (source also of Old Saxon and Old Frisian hwit, Old Norse hvitr, Dutch wit, Old High German hwiz, German weiß, Gothic hveits), from PIE *kweid-o-, suffixed form of root *kweit- “white; to shine” (source also of Sanskrit svetah “white;” Old Church Slavonic sviteti “to shine,” svetu “light;” Lithuanian šviesti “to shine,” svaityti “to brighten”).
The gameReversi was invented in 1883 by either of two Englishmen (each claiming the other a fraud), Lewis Waterman or John W. Mollett (or perhaps earlier by someone else entirely), and gained considerable popularity in England at the end of the nineteenth century. The game’s first reliable mention is in the August twenty-first 1886 edition of The Saturday Review. Later mention includes an 1895 article in The New York Times: “Reversi is something like Go Bang, and is played with 64 pieces.”
In 1893, the German games publisher Ravensburger started producing the game as one of its first titles. Two 18th-century continental European books dealing with a game that may or may not be Reversi are mentioned on page fourteen of the Spring 1989 Othello Quarterly, and there has been speculation, so far without documentation, that the game has older origins.
Let’s go back a bit… to Friday and a DM conversation with Cade about Washington DC…
*I was thinking of his “how many apples” example…”
*Orange (c/o Stephen King via Dick Halloran) is the smell of Shining, Clicky…*
*Clicky, Orange wasn’t used as a colour name until the 1540s…/looks smug…*
*/squints… The end of the world as we know it?*
*You wanna go? Oh okay… /rolls eyes… I suppose it is getting late…*
Dear Reader, this post is far too long without even being close to being finished. I haven’t touched on Leggy’s one finger apple trick, demonstrated in Frank’s Smoky Drinky bar on Saturday night…
An ultrapowerful, superfast explosion in space is providing new insight into how dying stars turn into black holes.
An international team of researchers looked at a gamma-ray explosion called GRB 160625B that brightened the sky in June 2016. Gamma-ray bursts are among the most powerful explosions in the universe, but they are typically tough to track because they are very short-lived (sometimes lasting just a few milliseconds).
“Gamma-ray bursts are catastrophic events, related to the explosion of massive stars 50 times the size of our sun,” said Eleonora Troja, lead author of the new study and an assistant research scientist in astronomy at University of Maryland. “If you ranked all the explosions in the universe based on their power, gamma-ray bursts would be right behind the Big Bang.”
The Okie Devil shared the above article with me this evening. Only yesterday, Red Frank inMEROVEE included black and white holes in his latest post…
A new missive, now, from Cade, Dear Reader. I hope you enjoy exploring it as much as I enjoyed formatting it, and as much as Cade enjoyed writing it… Fuck it! Enjoy! ❤
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Hi & Howdy and all that normal shit.
Let’s get down to bidness.
The only way to do that?
Yeah...a song.
A motherfucking good song for you motherfuckers.
^Cee Lo Green – FUCK YOU^
Cade: Hi!
X: WOAH!!!
Cade: …<disappears in the confusion>…
X: Who the hell was THAT?!?!?
Z: Don’t know yet.
A: Didn’t get the opportunity to know.
0: Allow me. Anyone wanna assist?
T: I don’t think so.
B: I’ll help find him.
X: Him? So…you know who it is?
B: I know who it was. Who it IS …once we locate him again, that’s another story.
0: Work on that voice biggie.
X: Workin’ on it.
Cade: Howdy.
X: Oh…it’s you.
Cade: Yep. Thanks for the ride.
X: No problem.
0: I’m gonna disagree on merit seeing as we had to pick up the pieces, but that’s a conversation for another time.
T: I think I’d be willing to join in on that one.
Cade: Thanks.
T: np.
Cade: And thanks for finding me.
B: I found you first.
T: Did not.
B: Did too.
T: Did not.
Cade: Does it matter?
B: Maybe.
T: Agreed.
Cade: Do I need to be here for this?
X: Maybe.
Z: Agreed.
A: Concur.
0: Decidedly undecided <yawn>
Cade: <le yikes>
X: What are you going on about?
Cade: I have no idea. Just taking it as it comes.
X: Been kinda…weird, over the last few days has it?
Cade: Just a shade.
X: Shade is always good in the summertime in Texas.
Cade: Thanks for the rain…it was marvelous.
X: Any…special requests?
T: Just because he made them, doesn’t mean he’ll get them.
Cade: They weren’t for me.
B: Doesn’t matter.
Cade: I can see that.
G: BUT!!! Does that matter?
Cade: Obviously not…but yeah…obviously so.
Z: Now…how exactly can that be?
Cade: It isn’t. Not yet anyway.
A: So…it’ll land somewhere?
Cade: Sure. It came to me, I augmented it, sent it back, so why wouldn’t it land somewhere?
X: So…where we have arrived at is…
Cade: The concept of “something from nothing”.
C: And you would like to augment that with…
Cade: Something from nothing is really something from somewhere.
X: Does it matter from where?
Cade: Sometimes.
A: But you aren’t fond of that principle’s rigid enforcement?
Cade: If it was a question then, and is a question now, why wouldn’t it always be a question.
X: There’s nothing new…it’s just new to you. Is that what you are saying?
Cade: Sorta.
0: Who does that tend to…highlight.
Cade: Whoever is asking the question.
X: Good show.
Cade: Thanks. Every ride is different.
Z: Similar is not always equal to same?
Cade: They’re just basic principles. Not even that really. They’re already rigid, and a fuzzy layer on top of that is just as rigid as anything else.
X: So…focus?
Cade: Sure. But what about need?
B: Maybe that’ll help a bit in determining what is need and what is want.
Cade: It helps me. But I still cannot answer a question that I am not asked.
X: Hmmm. I’ll see what I can do.
Cade: Not necessary, but whatever. Standing by.
X: …
^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Gimme Back My Wig – Montreux 1982^
The wallpaper in “my” bathroom has roses on it. These roses all have eyeballs in them. It’s kinda funny to think about choosing a wallpaper like this for a bathroom, spending all the time and effort that hanging wallpaper requires, and then after some time of sitting on the can and looking at these painted roses, you notice that they are looking back at you while you are peeing and/or taking a dump.
^Lily Allen – Fuck You^
This reminded me of something someone told me when I was younger…
“If it is from the hand of man, there is deception in it.”
And why wouldn’t there be? Ever tried to paint a picture of a rose? Maybe this is why I sometimes hate museums and art galleries. These places are more about what is NOT there, than what IS there.
To relate…take the previous sentence. It contains two words that are textually accentuated…NOT, and IS. I sometimes struggle with this textual formatting, grammatical rules, and acceptable/unacceptable formatting standards… right down to socially fucking acceptable and morally motherfucking ethical means and methods of expression.
I have no problem at all with social graces when navigating your own socializing streams and ponds…but you’re on my ground now. I wonder if that courtesy is returned?
^Soundgarden – Big Dumb Sex [Studio Version]^
I’m really not an angry person. I’m not mad either. Not a rager.
I am WAY motherfucking past all those things.
I am a fully functioning, walking, talking ball of fury.
That’s why I’m almost always happy and abhor violence.
Maybe trying to placate rage and anger, luring it out into the open via some goofy channels, all so that you can slay these things, is part of the problem.
^Kelis – Milkshake^
Roob kinda mentioned something along these lines via some YouTube clips from a sitcom called Frasier. She mentioned that Niles, Frasier’s brother, is a Jungian, and Frasier is a Freudian.
I have no problem with these concepts tangling and being at odds with each other. But at some points, they have to shake hands. That’s where I live.
I find both types of thinking fascinating, but both omit people like me. It’s like the pyramids at Giza. There are three of them. The Trinity. There are three of them (plus or minus a few other players). Disagreement seems to be necessary most of the time.
What I don’t understand, is this…erm…”concept of compromise” we’ll call it. It’s defined by the Left and Right, but the fucks in the middle don’t get a voice in that choice. You fucks are under the impression that we in the middle want you assholes to kill each other so that we can win without firing a shot. Welp, that don’t sound too bad with respect to “no shots fired”…but that’s why I am, where I am in the first place.
I’m sick of your violence – the Left is just as violent and bloodthirsty as the Right. I can accept that, and I have accepted that. I’ve also accepted the fact that I am a product of both sides, therefore I have just as much potential as the rest of you fucks.
Just like everyone else.
Make yourself better.
Leave me the fuck alone.
^Fuck You-Sleeping With Sirens Cover (Punk Goes Pop)^
I re-watched the film, below, yesterday. I’ve seen it before, and it is a beautiful look at, and into, our world and worlds. But it really got me to thinking about privacy.
Me and Roob got to chatting a bit today about that concept, and something she mentioned about privacy recently really got my head to buzzing. Not to mention that weird ass-article that LegIron recently wrote about “the mark of the beast“. Not that I would ever expect any clarity out of that topic since it’s a fucking nightmare of a concept to ponder, but I’m really wondering about those “freedoms we take for granted”, that are only popular when someone is yelling at you about what an ungrateful little shit you are.
Anyway, lots of brief glimpses into some worlds within our world in the movie below. It’s quite a beautiful watch of a film. Especially when you consider that it was made 25 years ago.
^Baraka – 1992 [ Documentary ]^
More than 300 data reels, some from Apollo-Era missions, were discovered in a deceased Pennsylvania man’s basement, FOIA documents reveal.
Isn’t this an old story? I mean…yeah…we’re talking about old shit from the faked Apollo Moon landings being found in some dead dude’s basement…but like…old. The story is dated “Jul 18 2017, 1:18pm” and says that this shit was found back in December of 2015, but I seem to recall similar stories that are much older than that. Anyway, what kinda struck me was these pictures of this equipment and their “condition.”
Q: I wonder what condition they would be in at the bottom of some landfill?
A: a) worse, b) better, c) irrelevant, d) fill in the blank, e) all of the above.
Anyway, point being, the government has no money to expend on keeping shit like this, no matter how historical it may be considered. I mean, do you REALLY think, that someone at NASA in 1969 was thinking about the historical significance of Eugene Krantz’s ashtray in July of 1969? I mean yeah, someone prolly was…but that shit gets expensive over time. And real estate prices being what they are… Pfffft… We don’t have the space to dedicate 10 square feet to house someone’s ashtray in some display in some museum. Ironic…eh?
^Fuck This Shit I’m Out^
The conspiracy is visible in the top left of the above photo, not the bottom right.
Feel free to follow that rabbit hole as deep as you want. But just keep in mind that when you find the end, yeah, you’ll be there too, and may even be the only person there…so…whatever.
Just sayin'
And…thinking about it now…I think I’ve said this before. But…whatever. You fucks repeat yourselves. And some of your fucks repeat yourselves too. Those who repeat themselves are doomed to repeat it, or something like that. Lemme work on it and I’ll get back to ya.
^Why you asking all them questions (Song only No intro)^
While we are waiting to listen to the next song, that you may or may not be listening to…lets do something I normally don’t do. Wait…if I normally do something…does that normalize what I do?
That's a creepy thought, eh?
Especially when you make the loop from good to evil and back to good that leads right back to evil. Not implying that good normalizes evil or vice versa…that concept is already about as concrete as you can get.
That leaves only the verbs to define, as they apply to the nouns. I mean, as it applies to application. You get new eggs in, and expect them to absorb at the same rate as you.
Kinda...dicey...ain't it?
I mean, how many people that you consider as ‘wise’ do you have in your life? I’m not talking smart as much as wise. I can memorize the whole goddamn Bible, which might make me smart, but it doesn’t make me wise. Gotta get out and skin my knees a bit in order to turn those smarts into wisdom.
So…patience.
Or patients?
Or both?
When?
You got the time for that kind of trouble and troubles?
I do.
But that’s my problem…not yours.
^Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats – S.O.B. (Official)^
Southend United trio are doubts for Brighton friendly.
The headline/text to the link that I clicked on via a story about “Plonkers” read…
“Blues Trio are doubts for Brighton friendly”
Hmmm…two headlines for the price of one. Or maybe there is a distorted echo in here or something.
Bait and switch could be cited here.
Doubletalk as well.
But then, the banner at the bottom of the page instructing me to turn my adblocker off?
Q: Since when do you get to tell me how I choose to surf the web?
A: ???
So I guess we are all fucking over the topic of metrics and aggregation… So, penny pinching. Being frugal. Responsible accounting? Or being accountable?
Welp…what put you into a position to announce your intentions of “being responsible”? Irresponsibility? Is this how we deal with guilt? I mean, thinking about it in the terms that I am, with respect to shared responsibility, guilt and accountability, I’m all for it. Spread it thin and wide so it’s not quite so damn painful.
But it seems to me that the pain was already there, so you can spread it as wide as you want…mass is mass…right? Which is going to lead us right back to what got us into this mess in the first place because we are still thinking in the same mode and modalities via a different application and/or applications.
There are many paths, but only one certainty, and even that one single certainty is uncertain. I dunno bout choo…but that speaks motherfucking VOLUMES to me.
^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Hideaway/Rude Mood – Montreux 1982^
Q: Where else would “a hunting knife” be found, other than “the bush”?
A: ???
Sounds like there has been “a knife crackdown” in Essex as of late…so…yeah…good job. I guess hunting has been outlawed. Now go find the murderous bastard who put it under that bush. That should lead you to where they bought it, which should in turn lead you to who the retailer got it from.
Before long, you should be able to track down who made it, which should also lead to who provided the machinery and materials to make such a knife. This should help you track down who sold the land to this knife manufacturer, as well as who transported the materials hither and yon.
This should lead to the realculprit, which will help us define the intentions of all involved, up to, and including yourself, and who gave you this job and/or assignment.
Or did you take it upon yourself?
^Riak – How you want me to^
Have I run everyone off? Or are you still reading? Oh…you were just contemplating stopping reading? Welp…just remember this before you bail on me.
My oldest son will be 22 in a few months. If he is going to make it into Harvard by the age of 40, I have to start saving some money NOW!!! There can be no delay in starting to save some money. I don’t think he’d be willing to wait for Harvard until the age of 50. He’d prolly want to go to some second-rate school like MIT or Stanford or UNT. Not that he’s expressed an interest in music or anything, but he is a damn fine bass player and he’s gotten phenomenal on the guitar as well.
BUT HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT GOING TO HELP MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?
No university is going to accept some saggy old 45+ year old granny if my oldest can’t get into school until he’s 50!!! Plus…there’s another kid waiting to go to school after him and her.
HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT IF YOU STOP READING THIS?!?!?!?
I’m revoking your membership.
Leave and never return.
Effective immediately… after a few more paragraphs or so.
^Churchill – Change^
I try to keep my mind off the cryptic shit. It’s like trying to find a box, just so you can open it, and you have no fucking clue what is in that box. Now, let’s reverse that. What was so interesting about the chase? Did you know any-fucking-thing during any of that time? Oh yeah…we’re back to A->B | B->A types of thinking. Sounds like a road to hell and back.
Q: If the road leads to and from hell, what was the point of origin?
A: ?¿?
^The Dead South – In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company [Official Music Video]^
I like music.
It makes my nipples hard.
I hope that appeals to you.
If not, maybe the following song will help with the nightmares.
Maybe not.
^Portugal. The Man – “Feel It Still” (Official Video)^
Not trying to brainwash you. Not trying to braindirty you either. I mean…you wanted to know about this shit. Or at least, you wanted to know about the shit that you didn’t already know. What in the fuck makes you think that I know it?
I get the feeling that there is a flame that burns so fucking hot, that it makes the hottest of hells seem like ice. Yeah…I’m talking a hot that makes the highest heat that Kelvin can measure look like the far right end of a decimal with a shitload of zeros in front of it. And it’s tiny. And I do mean tiny.
How tiny?
Imagine the entirety of existence that we can imagine being the distance between your two hands placed about two feet apart in front of you. Now, place a single atom of Hydrogen in the middle of that space. Now…we are going to spread your hands from one side of The Universe to the other, and while we are doing this, we are going to shrink this single atom of Hydrogen to scale. Yeah…the further your hands move apart, the smaller this single atom gets, and it will never grow larger than it’s original size when you started at two feet apart. By the time that your hands reach the opposite sides of The Universe, this single particle is so absolutely tiny, that it could never be found, and there is only one in the entirety of existence.
^Raise A Little Hell – Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band^
Imagine looking for a single grain of sand located somewhere in the entirety Universe. By comparison, in what I described above, you’d be lucky to have a particle so large to seek.
The question remains...what are you really after?
Don’t discount yourself or sell yourself short. If you are able to do that (stop discounting yourself) maybe some of the dynamics of things that I think that science is about to start stumbling across won’t be so damn scary as to their uniqueness. Especially as these dynamics and differences relate to sameness. Gotta keep in mind that you guys and gals within these high towers of science are going to be alone in your wonder and amazement much, if not most, of the time.
We plebs aren’t allowed access to your ivory towers of knowledge, and even if you grant access, would anyone even show up? You’ve been pricks and snobs within a system that allows it for a long time. You have nothing to deliver. You’re gonna have to face that at some point. Maybe if you’d stop trying to deliver something, we’d all get along a shade better.
It’s a tough row to hoe…no doubting that. But more of the same is…well…more of the same, just more of it. More of more means less than you might think.
^Shakey Graves – Late July^
We’re here…and so is everything else. You can’t give me what I already have. So…if you are going to now compare what you have with what I have, as some measure of success, think about that tiny particle.
If we both had to work together to find it, in order to resolve our differences in a less-standard manner… Welp, comparisons like that aren’t going to help us in that regard, because it distances us, and makes our objective more distant still.
^CONTROLLED BLEEDING – The Fodder Song^
I wonder if water can burn?
X: Why on Earth would you wonder something like that?
Cade: I dunno. I thought that was the point of wondering?
X: <grumble>
0: He has a point.
Cade: Bait…not taken.
0: I meant you dummy.
Cade: I remain skeptical.
Z: Skeptics never get anywhere.
Cade: Shut up.
Z: Now that was just uncalled for.
Cade: I was just minding my own business…wondering if water would burn.
X: Speak of burning water, and it shall appear.
Cade: FUCKING ROFL!!! WHAT?!?!?!?!?
X: Saw it on a bathroom wall.
Cade: Ay yi yi…I don’t want to know.
X: Ever peed fire?
Cade: Wait…I can’t wonder about burning water…and YOU want to discuss VD?
X: Not really…I was just wondering if you’ve ever peed fire.
T: I can’t wait to hear this.
Cade: I had a case of “Honeymooner’s Disease” once.
0: Men don’t get Honeymooner’s Disease”.
Cade: Welp…they did back in 1986.
X: Having a lot of sex were you?
Cade: Um…yeah. Me and my girlfriend at the time were going at it quite a bit for a coupla weeks there.
X: Think there was more to that infection than just loads of unprotected sex over a two week period?
Cade: Welp, I have had a few nasty injuries to my junk, and I have a rather small urethra on a rather unimpressively sized penis…so…I think the doctor was correct. He sure seemed to think he was correct.
X: Didn’t feel…”complete”…this infection…is that what you are saying?
Cade: Yep. Like it was just…not very far in. Reminded me of some injuries that I have had that have made me pee blood or just bleed from my penis.
Z: What I want to know…is why are you talking about this at all?
Cade: I dunno…it just…came up.
Z: Bah…Humbug…Duh…Ching.
X: Pfftt…
0: Antibiotics. You were headed to antibiotics.
Cade: She had her body chemistry, I had mine. We were fucking like rabbits daily for weeks.
X: She had no issues?
Cade: Not until I asked.
X: Ouch. That had to hurt.
Cade: Yeah. Tried to be tactful, but…no real way to be tactful about that.
So yeah…burning water. One more reason to not fuck me, ever, under any circumstances whatsoever. I’m all used up and tainted by foreign vaginas, and God only knows who they’ve been fucking.
Or whatever.
^Skinny Puppy – Burnt With Water^
At some point…we all become an old dishrag.
All washed up.
The plates are looking clean tho.
I used plenty of soap.
Enjoy your dinner.
^Shakey Graves – Roll the Bones – Audiotree Live^
However high and big you get, it WILL crumble. Don’t think so?
The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive for us, Dear Reader. He started it on Monday but only finished it yesterday, and now hear today…
Enjoy! 😀
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Sup y0?!?!?!?
Today is Saturday.
Yesterday was Friday. Tomorrow is Sunday.
I started writing this last Monday.
Last Monday was July 17th.
Today is July 22nd.
The year…is 2017CE
CE stands for “Constipated Enema.”
Not really.
^Kelly’s Heroes – Theme Song HD (Burning Bridges)^
This video below? Yeah, this is what happens when you start explaining. It gets worse when you start explaining yourself. Before you know it, your are explaining your explanation(s) to those who requested the explanation in the first place.
Man…talk about the blind leading the blind.
Which reminds me…when are we sighted gonna stop being such insensitive pricks to blind people?
Prolly never.
😐
^Mavic Pro flying near Airplanes | Most Illegal Drone Video on Youtube?^
Speaking of airplanes, have you ever been flying along in an airplane, and suddenly wondered…
“Gee. I wonder what would happen if a nuke went off right below our airplane?”
Welp…wonder no more.
^Atomic Effects on Drone Aircraft in Flight^
Yeah…there’s a great deal of comfort in knowing that others have stumbled and bumbled though their lives so that I don’t have to stumble though mine. And the people that have REALLY screwed up in a public way according to public opinion… Yeah, they take a lot of heat so that the smaller screwups don’t have to.
EX: Hitler invading Russia, Stalin signing the Non-Aggression Pact, Brittany Spears shaving her head…things like that.
SAY!!! That reminds me. Wanna see just how easy the concept of “dividing by zero” really is?
Cade: I’ve had a nagging thought about the pertinence of the concept of University as it relates to worth and value, especially seeing the trouble and troubles of cost and costs.
Z: Oh. Why didn’t you shorten that previous sentence?
Cade: I dunno.
X: Where were we going with this?
Cade: Like I know?
X: Good point.
0: I would like to…
Cade: OH!!! LOOK WHO IT IS!!!
0: Meaning?
Cade: You’ve been awful quiet lately. I’ve not been sure how to interpret that.
0: I’m always there when it matters.
Cade: True enough, fair enough, and other…stuff like that…or something.
0: I was not there when you learned how to write.
Cade: Saucy as ever I see. 🙂
0: 😉
X: So yeah…the number 67…or in this particular case…67′.
Cade: 1967…the year I was born.
B: Been watching a lot of war documentaries this week?
Cade: Hey…I went the entire week without dipping snuff.
X: Your “smoking friends” are gonna dump you like a bad habit if you quit completely.
Cade: That would be ironic.
B: Doesn’t say much about the person and or persons…does it?
Cade: We aren’t what we do, we are who we are…but that’s just my thinking.
B: Leaves a whole lot out doesn’t it?
Cade: Yeah. A path amongst pathways.
0: Why would someone travel a path of convenience amongst a pathway of pathways?
Cade: Path of least resistance?
Z: But you don’t buy that.
A: If I may…you are STILL harping in that head of yours about profiles and profiling.
Cade: I feel an odd safety in your making that particular observation.
A: And why would that be?
Cade: Probably the assumption that a pathway is set…once set, and once set…always set.
A: You don’t feel that accommodations for the freedom of chance could be made in advance?
Cade: Sure it can. Break time, lunch time, arrive time, leave time, leisure time, sleep time, freaky sex time, ad-infinitum.
A: But “the important stuff” will always happen as planned?
Cade: “As planned” seems like a stretch.
A: But…
Cade: BUT!!! Military planners will tell you that 10% effectiveness of a battle plan is usually 100% successful.
A: And what is the goal?
Cade: 12%.
X: 2% can make the difference?
Cade: Was Caen eventually taken?
X: Monty had a tough nut to crack.
Cade: I doubt even Patton would have said differently.
X: But you don’t know.
Cade: I can only guess. Caen was on the eastern side of the line.
Z: But east was the objective…was it not?
Cade: From British and American perspectives…yes.
A: So it’s not a matter of “where were they”…as much as it was a matter of “when were they”…is that a fair assumption?
Cade: Yes. But even those two merge at times.
X: So…the goal is eventually achieved, irrespective of when.
Cade: To say that the lessons of warfare are not great teachers is foolish.
X: And yet…
B: You still refuse to read “The Art of War” by Sun Tzu.
Cade: Yes.
Z: You might be missing some gems.
Cade: So…this is a case of “would you rather be the recipient of the first bullet fired in a war, or be the recipient of the last bullet fired in a war?”
X: We’ll go with that because it illustrates a good point.
Cade: Diplomacy makes too many assumptions via self.
T: WOAH!!! WHAT?!?!?!?
Cade: Just because you personally would accept a deal that you have crafted, does not make it in any way, shape or form appealing to whoever you are “offering” it to.
X: You are thinking about that TV series Taboo with Tom Hardy.
Cade: Same shit. “This should really interest so-and-so” types of thinking. It makes entirely too many assumptions about an unknown via an unknown.
Z: And people get…twisty?
Cade: That’s an assumption based on a known.
X: BOOYAH!!!
Cade: …
X: Hmmmm….
Cade: Sorry…I don’t see it, and even if I do, it’s going to be fleeting.
G: Are you sure about that?
Cade: No.
G: Good answer.
Cade: …
^REZZ x knodis – Premonition^
“On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”
Movie = Fight Club
There is a lot of room for misinterpretation in that sentence. No matter how poignant or pertinent an observation is, now, you have to apply it. Something that I see that gets missed right off the bat? Everything before. As in, now, and everything that led to now, and certainly the now that allowed you to meander across this astute observation.
EX: There is nothing wise about love.
And so, a decision was made at some point, to choose love over whatever other options may have been available at the time. So yeah…the bit above about “proving Jeremy Corbyn is a plonker”, all it takes is time. If you look for something, you will find it.
Q: What did you find within yourself?
A: ?¿?
Q: When?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah…that’s the thing with audit-trails and accounting – it’s about what you miss. Even when if you try and make it about what you don’t miss…it’s still all about what you miss.
You have a map that leads to El Dorado. Now…all you have to do…is walk that path.
No room for choice and choices there, eh?
Yer prolly gonna have to stop and piss at some point. You may even need to eat along the way. Which means you are gonna have to crap at some point.
Anyone bring any toilet paper?
Have you contemplated how in the flying FUCK you intend on hauling tons of one of the heaviest elements known out of that jungle you barely survived walking though, carrying nothing but your own fat ass? Yeah, considerations to be considered there.
Take for example the following video about the search for a sunken WWII Japanese submarine called I-52. Sub I-52 was sunk in The Atlantic Ocean. It was carrying 500 tons of cargo from Japan to Germany. Two tons of which…was gold.
Hmmm…now why on EARTH would someone want to find a sunken Japanese submarine carrying 2 tons of gold? Granted that this search was done back in the mid-1990’s…but a quick search shows that gold is currently going for $1,255.80 per ounce as of July 22, 2017CE. Nevermind the historical significance of these particular bars themselves, which have been sitting 3 miles down on the bottom of the ocean floor since WWII.
SO!!! Anti…Foaming…Agent…eh? Hey, no one says you have to buy the shit. You ARE the consumer afterall. Don’t buy it…simple. No, don’t lead a goddamn rebellion and/or crusade. Just…don’t participate. Problem solved. One less to worry about. The message will be received. May take some time…trickle-down being what it is…but they will get the message. You may even know some of “them” in that “they” when you get there.
I have no idea why this next one caught my eye (other than the obvious) but it did catch my eye, and I watched the whole thing yesterday. It’s a beautifully shot movie. The filmmaker makes some extremely astute observations about empire during the course of the movie.
Of all goddamn things, it made me think of some of my professors in college. Yeah…empire is empire. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. And I’m not attempting to be clever with a reference to Bigfoot there. But I am thinking about my DC Circuits professor. I am thinking about my AC Circuits professor. I am thinking about my Avionics professor. I am thinking about my English Literature professor. These people are very real. They are not some name that can be researched and located via tenure at some local shithole of a college.
I mean…yeah…you could look up that information if you wanted…but what does that tell you? That they exist? That they existed? I see my DC Circuits professor marching around the room talking enthusiastically in a very exited and vigorous fashion about the utter boredom that is Ohm’s Law and Coulomb’s Law.
Q: What do you see?
A: ¿¿¿
Better stated…
Q: Who do you see?
A: ¿¿¿
^NEW BIGFOOT DOCUMENTARY – Wildman: My Search For Sasquatch (Full Movie)^
Weirdos. Non-conformists. We just want shit to return to normal.
If shit like below, sprang and spawned from normalcy, then I would say that a return to insanity that is normalcy is akin to asking for more of the same.
Weird.
^ODDBALL THE GREATEST AMERICAN HERO^
Yeah…if normalcy spawns war and chaos…does that imply that chaos spawns normalcy?
Pretty straightforward, eh?
Welp…I guess it’s this “return” business, or the notion of “returning” in the middle of the storm. Lots can prolly be said about the search for sanity via leaps and bounds. So I guess we need to discuss levels and leveling, and especially as that relates to involvement.
Step 1: Are you involved?
That wasn’t such a long walk now was it? But the topic of levels of removal within levels of removal are going to come up…so let’s ask a different question.
Step 2: Are you involved?
OH! You think that is the same question? Welp, you forgot time again. It was asked at different times under different auspices, so how can it be the same question? Yeah, vagaries can be powerful tools when fishing for information and/or farming information. Which I guess will bring us to framing information. Formatting.
So now that we are more proximate to the goings on, we can incorporate spin, spins and spinning into our thoughts. Especially taking relativity into consideration with respect to proximities. Along a long enough line, all distances are equal.
^BLACK GRAPE – KELLY’S HEROES (THE MILKY BAR KID REMIX)^
Let’s think about that last statement a shade more.
Along a long enough line, all distances are equal.
A Line.
A Segment.
A Section.
A Distance.
A Life.
Anyone else seeing the embedded “B” in those equations?
A Being.
Does that help?
A->B
Being A.
B->A
Does that help for the return trip?
Hey…all this shit is likely old hat to many. But it’s new to me, I just stumble across it. I personally balance myself out with “there is nothing new under the sun” kinds of opposing viewpoints. Helps keep me unbalanced. Yeah…my personal “balance” is “imbalance.” I excel when I am disoriented and completely out of sorts. This would be classified as my happy and/or quirky side. When I start figuring shit out in my serious mode via my more recognizable serious side? People tend not to like me very much.
Q: I wonder why that is?
A: I have some thoughts.
^Bassheads – Is There Anybody Out There?^
But what has been burning my brain this week, other than a lack of nicotine, is the thought that a rigidity becomes it’s own destructor. What do I mean by that? Saying a something.
EX: I Love You. This measure is established under the auspices of NOT saying it…as in…when someone does NOT say it. When what is said or not said becomes important? Especially as an edifice, welp…it was established under the pretenses of the chaos and destruction that is failure. So who failed who and when? So yeah…when did the concept of love leave that equation?
Sorry, but there is something eerily hollow about the pretenses that would establish such a foundation. Such as, my constantly waxing poetic about the mechanics of relationships as it pertains to ethics. I have no desire to establish anything. But that’s a trap isn’t it? That’s what I’ll be told.
So…are we spinning? Yeah, an acquired personal imbalance has better helped me to acclimate to the naturally occurring balance and imbalance that make up our Universe. The rest of the bullshit is political musings and amusements for those with nothing better to do I guess. If I was meant to find The Halls of Valhala…I’ll find them.
/me shrugs
^Robin Thicke (feat. T.I.+ Pharrel vs Rolling Stones (mashup by MadMixMustang)^
Q: Since when are you NOT part of my life?
A: Only you can answer this.
^Prince Honky Tonk Woman YouTube^
Anything else that anyone wants to talk about? HEY! Lemme message Roob real quick and see if she has anything.
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I like legs. But that is more related to my lust for females. So…let’s talk about something else.
So…I could try and make some female knees weak here by saying something clever like…
“I could travel the length of your legs forever, and never tire of their mysteries”
…but I’m not going to.
There is always something new to be found. And I’m not talking about cancerous tumors and/or razor bumps and/or new varicose veins and/or callouses and shit like that. But with respect to distances and distances traveled, there’s something to be said about such finds, eh?
Is it what you found?
Or that you found it?
Or both?
Or where?
As in…who else was there?
Prolly some other shit in there to consider as well. Such as in the case of a new relationship, a woman is prolly well aware of her “faults” and “shortcomings” as it relates to whatever self-stylized version of perfection they as an individual have adopted. But I just got here. Yeah…I had no idea that was there. Gotta cut me a little slack…k?
I found you interesting enough to find those interesting things that prolly you and only you know about. Which means you found me interesting enough to allow me to surf those otherwise uncharted and unknown beaches. Yeah…yer an ocean baby. And ocean and all of it’s parts. You are to me anyway.
Don’t ask. I mean you can…but no one really ever asks me anything. So yeah, ask away.
^Yello – Limbo (Official Video)^
If ever there was a list of shit to say that will NOT get you laid…I’ve just about perfected it. Not my intent nor my intentions, but I do seek honesty. I seek to be honest. If I recoil in horror because your breath smells as if you’ve been chewing rotten fish flavored bubble gum…I’m prolly gonna mention it. Maybe we should kiss while I have a giant wad of tobacco in my mouth and the evils will offset. Or you can just take a drink of my spit cup. Gotta think of myself in the event that whatever is generating that smell is communicable/contagious.
lolz
Which reminds me…I’ve been thinking about girl spit and that ‘girl spit smell’ a lot lately. You know that lingering smell of girl saliva after a lengthy smooching session? Yeah. Not so bad. But then again girls always smell nice. Even when they are wearing perfume.
Speaking of women…this young lady came up in conversation in a round about way today.
Musta been that comment I made earlier in the week about Saffron being the most expensive thing known to mankind.
^Peaches – Fuck the Pain Away^
I’ve run longer than expected. But then again, I wouldn’t have imagined that Roob would suggest something so pertinent to my interests. Maybe she’s just trying to get me used to the fact that I am in fact, single, and that at some point I may bump into a female who is interested in me.
That possibility still confounds me.
I was in for the long haul.
I just…had no idea that “the long haul” would end with me still breathing.
Happy Turd Day, Dear Reader. Here in the UK, today is 13.7…
July 13 is the 194th day of the year (195th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday (56).
Sew… I had a busy day yesterday. Important guests were visiting my place of work, and the day before I’d been sent to buy some consumables…
… Also I had to be there extra early yesterday morning. When I put my hours worked into the spreadsheet by my employer, for accrued hours, I got a bit of of a surprise…
And if you’re wondering at all, Dear Reader, all the hard work put in during the weeks prior to yesterday’s visit paid off because it went off without hitch…
Meanwhile, Cade sent through a new missive but I was just too knackered last night for much more than a bath, a bite to eat and the obligatory ironing…
*Speak for yourself, Clicky…*
I’m going to split his ramble-shamble in half, so part ‘eh?’ is below; the second will be along later. Enjoy! 😀
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Are you reading this?
Me neither…so don’t feel too bad. 🙂
It’s 02:51 AM on Wednesday July 12th, and I cannot sleep. Yes…I am aware that my sleeping problems/patterns are of no concern to you. But what if we start dating? What if we start dating and we starting sleeping together? What if we start sleeping together so much that we move into a small cottage together, or buy a camper just so we can have a place to sleep together all the time? My non-sleeping problems/patterns just became your non-sleeping problems/patterns.
Didn’t think about that…did ya?
I just ate a whole tube of Ritz crackers, and drank a big glass of iced tea sans the ice part.
Sleep is hours away if it comes at all.
BTW, that crap that I sent to Roob yesterday? It appears that I created an editing nightmare for her. But we got it all worked out, had some fun correcting some of my screwups. So yeah…fun.
❤
^Revolting Cocks – Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?^
If you run tests on someone, to determine whether or not they can pass your tests…
Q: What are the odds that the vast majority will fail?
A: ...
Fucking rofl (and yes, I am actually laughing IRL)…sorry…but this idea is so fucking stunningly stupid…it’s brilliant…yet remains ridiculously stupid. You designed this test…correct?
Q: Can you pass your own test?
A: …
So…you want someone like you?
Ever though of dating sites for your metrics instead of only your standard standarized standards?
What am I saying…of course you have thought of that.
You’ve narrowed your one, via many, and now all you have to do…is find that one…and shithammer the living fuck out of them.
Assuming that they are cooperative that is.
Good luck.
^ZZ TOP – Just Got Paid (HIGH QUALITY)^
I gotta get this nonsense out before my head pops. Not that my head has ever actually popped before, nor has my head even threatened to pop. But as I understand it, and according to the professionals, that potentiality exists, so I must be cautious under the current circumstances.
Sooooo….let’s start off at Google, and I’ll explain the rest on the way.
So…let’s take that story that keeps appearing via something called The Daily Caller.
OK…so…this started via a Tweet/Re-tweet that I stumbled across on Roob’s feed last night before bed.
But the Tweet didn’t actually have a link to this story I just hunted down, just a screen capture of a tweet, or some tweets, or some such shit. I guess this is how these fucks get around the 140 character limit…but that’s a bitch-fest for another paragraph…so I’ll digress a bit.
I wasn’t going to look this fuck up on his Twitter page to try and find out if he is Tweeting stories where he is quoting having himself quoted, because that seemed a little…odd. To me it did anyway. Plus, the way the screen capture is arranged, it looks as if this uppity asshole is calling himself some nation’s top anti-tobacco lawyer, which adds a whole new dimension to this shit, since lawyers are not supposed to advertise. Maybe lawyers can advertise, and attorneys cannot. Let’s look that up too.
I started actually watching the video below, instead of just listening to the music, and I got distracted. Sorry. I kinda like legs. Not that the rest of a woman is not also impressive. But yeah…erm…where was I?
OH YEAH!!! WHAT BELONGS TO WHO AND WHEN!!!
^ZZ Top – Legs (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
So here is what originally popped into my head upon seeing this latest smoking related Tweet…
Q: I wonder how many sides of the fence the pro-smoking/anti-smoking fucks are playing?
A: ∞++ (that's just a wild-assed guess)
And this isn’t just about tobacco companies either. Nor health organizations, nor the healthcare industry, nor government(s), nor rolling paper companies, nor cigarette filter manufacturers, nor match companies, nor lighter companies, nor chemical companies, nor transportation industries up to and including taxi drivers, etc., etc., and so on…WHEW!!! That’s a lot of shit to think about, eh?
Q: What do all of these have in common?
A: DO YOUR OWN FUCKING HOMEWORK!!!
But yeah…anyway…the second thing that came to mind was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not own goats?
A: ???
The next thing that popped into my head was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not view their children as possessions to be taken away?
A: ¿¿¿
Yeah…shit had gotten real, took a turn to the surreal, then right back to real. I may have swerved back and forth a few times between real and surreal…but I wound up right back here in blah.
I don’t want to write about this shit. I don’t want to think about it. Not that I don’t like and/or enjoy thinking and writing about this shit sometimes, because sometimes I do. But that’s what scares me.
^ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses^
What I finally settled for in responding to this Tweet, was more along the lines of ownership. Complete and total. It has long been “the Right’s” assertion that “the Left” wants cradle to grave care for any and all. But I’m wondering…why stop there? You’ve been digging around in the womb for quite some time…so let’s go all the way. Conception-based ownership. That means patents and industry outside of life itself, on life itself.
BUT!!! That’s kinda what gives me hope. All of these things that seem to be coalescing in one direction or another? They are going to be tested.
And tested.
And tested.
I know that I am tested daily. And as shitty and snotty as this may sound, it’s the only reason that I can see that I’m being included in any of this shit at all. There is no reason that I should be included, unless I am required. That doesn’t bode well on many levels. Not such a bad thing on some others. What does that mean?
Q: Why would a complete nobody with nothing and no one…be included…in some global game…against his wishes?
A: ?¿?
Yeah…I dunno either. But I have some ideas.
^Alice In Chains – Would^
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The second half of this missive will be posted up at the LoL later…
I’ve been having a very busy week at work, Dear Reader, and tomorrow promises to be extremely hectic…
*/puts fingers in ears… Yes, thank you for setting the alarm, Clicky! I know I’ve gotta get up extra early… Important visitors arriving at Stupid Hour…*
Cade had very kindly furnished us with a fabulous missive. So no funny business…
*/squints at smirking dolphin assistant…*
… I’ll just let you get on and read it for yourself. I’ve gotta go to bed. Enjoy! ❤
*And Clicky… /lifts head… Don’t forget the Song for the end… /sinks into sleep…*
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Good Morning!
Tis 09:07 on Tuesday morning, I just woke up, and I sitting here knocking the sleep/eye boogers out of my eyes in more of a haze than usual. Why…you might ask? I laid down for a few minutes around 8-ish last night because I wasn’t feeling well…and I just woke up. I JUST SLEPT FOR 13 FUCKING HOURS!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?
^Cocteau Twins — Blue Bell Knoll^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Uptown- I’m Losing You (12″ VOCAL)^
Lemme give a quick opinion on why I fucking HATE this bullshit, this going on and around about this “Siren’s Song” bullshit.
Q: Are we talking about real people?
A: ???
I don’t give a fuck if they are alive or dead. They were alive at some point, so to me, they will always be alive. That’s just my opinion tho.
However…when it becomes open season on “the dead?”
Yeah…the living are in deep shit.
That’s what occurs to me anyway.
Q: To what end? Where does it end?
A: ... --- ...
And I mean…for you…where does it end?
You can chase the rabbit and/or rabbithole as deep and as long as you so choose.
But the only thing, that you will find, at the end, is you.
Well…your original object of interest will be there too…or will she?
Now…turn around.
What is in that path you’ve hewn?
Destruction, chaos and tears?
Or has it somehow morphed into something else?
Because if it was destruction, chaos and tears as you passed through it the first time, why would it EVER…change?
A: It won't.
You’ve only augmented it.
May wanna build plenty of milestones into this path you now walk.
May wanna think about that for a bit as to what you want your legacy to be, as it applies to an existing legacy that is still in progress, nested within a legacy in progress.
Liz does have a daughter.
<grrrrrrrrr>
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these people have?
A: ∞... --- ...
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these family, friends and acquaintances have?
A: ... --- ...∞
Q: Does any of that matter?
A: ∞... --- ...∞
^Cocteau Twins – Donimo^
Yes…I realize that I am no different by writing about this here. I’m willing to accept that responsibility and accountability irrespective as to any outside opinions and musings as to the level of my culpability. I’ll put it at 100% for you to save you some time and trouble.
But I have song lists that are rife with Cocteau Twins songs…
You are following threads that are already connected.
And if they AREN’T connected, and you connect them…
Q: Who disconnected those “loose ends” that you are now reconnecting?
A: ...
You may not, but I have some ideas as to who disconnected them.
But maybe…just maybe…your “Siren’s Song” analogy…might start to make some sense as to my thinking who is responsible for tending the thread and threads.
Gonna be some multi-threading there.
Just sayin’.
^Cocteau Twins Alice HD^
Bottom line is, don’t tell a story that does not want to be told.
You feel it needs telling?
Fair enough.
Just remember that the telling of the story is a process.
Prolly why that dude over at Horselover Phat’s Subliminal-Synchro-Sphere keeps freaking the fuck out and deleting his blog.
This is some scary shit.
I’ve committed myself to going the distance.
All the way.
That is applicable, to, and for, me, and only me.
^Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (album ver. Video)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Alice | Pogo^
SO!!! Let’s get back to something less scary. Like say…particle accelerators and/or energy generators that continue running, even when they are turned off.
Q: DUDE!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?
A: Since when is fucking not serious?
But yes…I am serious. All a particle accelerator is…is a dam that works differently visually. Not even taking into account, the normal atrophy and decay the permeates our environment, I’m calculating that these machines themselves both accelerate and decelerate these natural processes in ways that cannot be accounted for because we’ve never encountered them. That’s not to say that they’ve not been encountered in The Universe before, nor even that they’ve not been encountered on this very planet before. Just…situations that we’ve not encountered before.
There is nothing new. It’s just new to you.
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^
My father used to fly model airplanes. U-Control or Control Line…they are called…this particular flavor of model planes that he flew.
Yep…they are “regular” combustion engines, but they only have a single cylinder/piston. These engines are very similar to the engines primarily used in small general aviation aircraft in that they use dual glow plugs. Just don’t use magnetos, and only have one cylinder…but I digress.
And yep, when you first start these engines, they can sometimes run backwards. The size and weight of the propeller can affect this, based on the compression of the engine – is the engine already warm or is it cold, and did the prop’s initial spin have enough inertia to continue it forward past full compression at top dead centre? If it doesn’t…that inertia will push the prop in the opposite direction, and sometimes the engine will fire backwards.
Yep…the rules sometimes change, even when they stay the same.
^front 242, rerun time^
When you start to cover your bases, you’ve done little more than create an addition level of failure at the original point and points of failure. It doesn’t matter whether or not your lightning rod is designed to attract or repel, the state still exists that started attracting lightning in the first place. An aerial tower or high-rise building…for example.
Am I suggesting that every single new technology and/or device has already been created at some point on this planet? No. There was only one Steve Jobs, therefore there has only ever been one iPhone. Or seven. Or whatever in the fuck iteration they are currently up to.
Q: What are you up to?
A: ?¿?
That ought to bring us to tobacco control quite nicely.
CFrank Davis has a nifty little bit on the differences in garden tending techniques and methods employed on the same garden by two different tenders. It’s a mind-bendingly beautiful story in both instances. One tender cuts, one tender does not.
Lots to think about there.
<ba da ching>
^Nitzer Ebb – Hold On^
Hey…you fucks wanna cut down “the rain forest”? Knock your fucking selves out. Just don’t expect me to be enthusiastic about visiting the hole it creates. Of course, you’ll all be tripping balls on synthetic Ayahuasca, talking about the good ol’ days of “REAL” Ayahuasca trips to the rain forest to take Ayahuasca trips with the shamen and holy-men, who used to be around to provide that service prior to the forest being decimated.
SAY! Did you know that the shaman who led me on my first Ayahuasca trip now works at that newest McDonald’s we just built down there?
We’ve gotten kinda down on ourselves in “The Western World”, eh?
Q: I wonder how bad the rebound will be when we start telling ourselves that we can do better/we can do it better?
A: ¿?¿
^Engine fail crash landing Super Bingo – cockpit view!^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau twins “Ooze Out and Away, Onehow”^
So yeah…our engine on our model airplane is now running backwards.
Q: How do we stop it?
A: !!!!????!!!!
Welp…how did the little boy stop the leaking dyke in that one story?
Yep…stick your finger in there. These things usually have no throttle that you can actuate to cause the engine to starve, will run as long as there is fuel to run them, and if you use some metal or hardened something to try and stop the engine, you are going to likely dent, ding, chip or even possibly break your propeller.
All of those situations are about equal in that we don’t fly an aircraft with a mauled or marked propeller, because once that propeller is under full load and/or the dynamic stresses encountered in flight…it’s prolly gonna fail completely. Yeah…as in “turn into matchsticks at speed, post haste, in-flight. Hence, many times my dad would use the same finger to stop this running engine, that he had just used to try and start it. It resulted in some NASTY-assed cuts sometimes.
The best course, in the case of starting these engines, is to put just enough fuel for the engine to fire/start, but leave the fuel line disconnected. Once the engine fires in the correct direction, quickly connect the fuel line. However, this is also not without peril. The engine and fuel line placement/aircraft design must be as such that you can connect/disconnect the fuel line AT THE ENGINE END.
Or, you can disconnect at the tank end (if you have built the aircraft to accommodate this feature, assuming that you have a hidden tank or exposed tank…where are the leads, etc.), but you must now have a long enough fuel line, and you typically need an assistant to help with this operation (not many people willing to volunteer to put their digits near an engine that is swinging 8-14 inches of a wood or plastic propeller at several thousand RPMs) which means that you will always require an assistant with this particular plane because of it’s design features.
But yeah…thinking about it now…there are all kinds of ways to eventually overcome things you may not have thought about originally.
Afterall, what was the original intent?
Prolly a simple one.
To fly.
^TAKE ME WITH YOU – Elizabeth FRASER^
Q: How can you tell if an engine is running backwards?
A: Experience?
Welp, in this case, sound is a biggie that is confirmed by sight. Some aircraft can fly backwards. But only if they are designed to do so. If you are unsure, set the needle on the engine, turn the airplane loose, and see which way it goes. Just keep in mind that if the engine ISrunning backwards when you turn it loose? That airplane’s behavior is about to get all kinds of interesting real fucking quick. Make sure you have a video camera handy to record so that we can watch the hijinks too.
SAY!!! That reminds me.
Did you know that most aerobatic aircraft are designed to have an aft center of gravity? This makes them unstable. This makes them more adept to aerobatics and aerobatic maneuvers.
^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^
If someone employed you, to tell their story, then fair enough.
But if not…keep in mind the story of the filmmaker John Hughes, and what he may have thought of those who tried to reach out to him, by telling their story about his stories, and what they meant to them.
I watched this documentary…and I got the feeling that he just wanted to be left alone.
^Don’t You Forget About Me – Official Teaser – John Hughes Documentary^
To say that musicians and/or artists have nested and embedded meaning(s) in their work is akin to saying that water is wet. No shit Sherlock…it’s what we do. But a question about that wet water just mentioned…
Q: Pool or ocean? Or lake? Or river? Or tub? Or shower? Do you want some company in there?
A: ???
Hey…it never hurts to ask. Maybe you needed a good back scrubbing. Maybe you needed someone to scrub your feet for you and clean your toenails. Maybe you need someone to help you onto your floating couch. Maybe you needed someone to accompany you on your journey down-river. I don’t know. Just guessing.
^Nitzer Ebb – Trigger happy^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Grouplove – “Ways to Go” [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]^
But yeah, musicians nest all kinds of crazy crap in their music, lyrics and artwork(s) that tend to accompany them. We’re trying to find a way to say what you said, better. If I wanted to repeat what you said, exactly as you said it, I’d shove a microphone in your face, sample what you said, and set the loop to ∞. But I don’t need that. That’s the reason I wrote this song in the first place. That loop is already looping in my head. It’s like a piece of granite or marble in my head, that I am trying to mold and shape into something else. Something less painful. A way of saying
“It’s OK, and if it’s not OK now, it will be soon.”
A way of saying…
“Yeah…that hurt. But look at what I was able to do with that hurt.”
I’m not apologizing FOR you…I’m apologizing TO you. Whatever my role, I’m sorry for my part. But that is my part, and it’s the only part that I have. The rest is up to you, and I really don’t give a flying fuck what you do with it from there. I did the best I could, with what I had to work with, if you don’t like it…
FUCK THE FUCK OFF!!!
^Fever Ray ‘Keep The Streets Empty For Me’^
Am I suggesting that some of these machines may not be running in the direction(s) they should be running and/or as designed to run?
Yes. Very much so. At many different times, in many different phases of operation. Startup to shutdown, and from inception to completion, in all phases, at all times, for a very long time. I don’t see this as a stretch at all. You only need to look at virtually any and every human endeavor over the last 8,000-10,000 years or so to see the remnants of those efforts.
Look into our water-tables, and you will find lint from clothing or all types from all places due to the manufacturing and upkeep of the garment industries. I wonder how long that shit is gonna be around? Maybe we should ask the fish and sealife/aquatic life that are knitting sweaters out of this shit.
^Fever Ray ‘When I Grow Up’^
I was under the impression that many of these projects were meant to offer some unlimited sources for those of us here, and those to come, via those that have been. Doesn’t work real well when you are constantly excluding those same people, just so that you can include them via your own methods and means, that better suit your own set of methods and means. You are gonna die someday. And maybe that’s yet another reason for death.
If you live long enough, you’re eventually gonna want it all. Not that you don’t want it all already. But if your wants and desires to have it all are based on the need to better distribute things as you personally see fit…how are you going to do that with “all” if you can’t even do that with “some”?
Plus…at some point, you are prolly gonna bump into the motherfucker that has already walked that path, and they prolly ain’t gonna be too happy to see you fucking with their shit. Or, maybe they were just being clever about how to arrange a face to face meeting since you’ve ignored their previous requests.
^The Knife – You Make Me Like Charity (Crywolf Remix)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau Twins – Grail Overfloweth^
YEAH!! I’M SAYING THAT YOUR EXCLUSIVE BULLSHIT OFFERS ME NOTHING!!!
Thanks.
So glad you could get there first.
Maybe it works out best for us both that way.
Thanks for nothing.
Tis' now...11:53.
I have to go search for an electrical extension cord.
Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e – the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137 and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see 😉
Fy – Feynmanium 137, immediately caught my eye, and some tumblers fell into place.
I gave it a quick read, and some more tumblers fell into place.
1,7 prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
4(000), 8(∞), 10/1(0), 11/(1)(1) prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
I guess if I would read some of this scientific crap here and there, I’d prolly stop stumbling around, but I don’t.
Q: Cade, why do you NOT read scientific papers?
A: Too "trade" oriented. Too much commerce on both the scientific AND business/commerce sides. Too exclusive and exclusionary.
Yeah…it gets nauseating reading all of the “potential applications” and “benefits to mankind” types of crap. Especially when these types of thinking exclude everything else.
Thinking about that now, we really do ride the razor blade on what gets investigated, when, how, and by whom, don’t we?
I guess that’s the problem, or at least a problem…”a benefit to all mankind…(rubs hands together)…and we’re the sole providers of said benefits…heh heh heh!!!”…types of thinking….on all sides…from all perspectives.
EX: You are one of these “radical environmentalists” that I hear about, who is going to get away from it all and live off of the land. You buy 200 acres of land “out in the sticks” @ $1,000 an acre, at a total cost of $200,000 (not including legal fees, taxes, etc.). Coal is discovered on the surrounding plots of land, and a large company swoops in and starts buying land @ $200,000 per acre so they can start strip-mining. You now have a choice…sell your land to the company for $40,000,000, or become an island in the middle of some future barren wasteland.
Q: Why do we as individuals have to think in these terms at all?
A: I dunno either.
But chances are, that you didn’t have the mineral rights to the land you occupy anyway, so the government is prolly gonna step in, make the company pay you back your $200K + some incentive cash, then send you packing.
(0)Gravite(0)…would prolly be an accurate “atomic number” representation for it.
Primarily because you will be able to detect it’s presence, but nothing else.
The best way that I could represent that here in text would be…
)0( or (0) or )0) or (0(
The “(” and “)” characters are going to be your strings. Pointers…if you will.
“0” is going to be either, a Tachyon, a Neutrino, or both…which will give you your “God Particle.”
>0( or (0> or >0) or <0(
Above Is going to be another representational set. Think “strings” and/or “strings with stings”…should help.
What I personally see…is a Tachyon…erm…”creeping in” to devices like The LHC very slowly over time, as the machine itself is built. Gotta keep the mechanics of The Universe and it’s constant motion in mind here. So, in this case, let’s call this particular Tachyon “A Tachyone”…since it’s going to be a single particle of Gravite that is going to be repositioning itself over a very long period of time, undetected and undetectable, repositioning constantly with the aid of it’s part and partner particle(s)…Neutrinos.
SO!!!….once the reactor is complete….you basically have this …(0)… in the proximate position where the first “collision” will take place…even before the machine is turned on.
(Starting to think now about membranes would be a good idea)
These strings outside of our Tachyon are going to direct all kinds of particles in all kinds of directions, at all kinds of speeds and trajectories, again…even before the machine is “actually turned on.” It’s been doing this long before the first bit of ground was broken to build this machine. Now…it’s just going to be a shade more…noticeable and/or detectable.
Holy FUCK!!! I just realized how much I’ve written….sorry Roob….but you prolly get the idea of what I’ve been thinking about over the past few years…and just haven’t had the words and/or balls to come out and say it. But I’ll save my breath here…and I’ll thank you for keeping me on that 137 path. I’ve though about it a lot, just never really associated it with my [1,7], [3,6,9], [0000] sets that I use to mathematically create all other numbers via “my”…
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∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
formula…”angles and trajectories for addition and subtraction via time”
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and
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A->+0+->BA->0+0->BB<-+0+<-AB<-0+0<-A
formula…”wheel of time” (there is a singular representation for this formula, but I cannot duplicate it here due to text’s limitations).
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Yeah…these are both quasi-linear representations, 7 dimensional models that work together to calculate and estimate time based on models that themselves are constantly in motion. They never exclude time because they are dependent on time to function, but they can appear static due to the length of time that they can calculate and the numbers that they can generate…both staggeringly massive and staggeringly missive 😉
So yeah…thanks for the link to the Feynman/137 crap. ❤
^The Prodigy – Out Of Space (Official Video)^
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There you go, Dear Reader, Cade’s comment with Clicky’s added vitamin K…
*’K… /hears knock… Ooh dinner! Clicky, Song… /gets up to answer door…*
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
All it takes...is a lot of static...and a little motion...and everything changes.
Meh.
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