Our skin does breathe, so they can't really be accused of wasteful frivolity.— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) October 3, 2020
Good news, Dear Reader! Underdog Anthology XI: Tales From Loch Doon will be published in time for Beltane…
… It features 14 stories from 9 authors and each is a little cracker…
*Nah, we missed the Easter deadline this year, Clicky, wot with one thing or another…*
… And to get us in the mood, the Afterword, with mutilated poem by a dead poet, is reproduced, below…
by Roo B. Doo
2019 was generally considered a whacked out, fucked up and completely bonkers year, Dear Reader. Then 2020 arrived with a polite request to ‘Hold my-‘
*Clicky! There’s no gifs in the book… /flicks ash…*
Today is Easter Monday and, as I write, the majority of the global population are locked in their homes, patiently waiting for curves to flatten and Coronavirus cures to be found, so that they get out and get on their normal lives. Currently there is no end in sight.
Hopefully we’ll still be around for ‘Underdog Anthology XII’, due out in October, but in the meantime, Leg Iron Books have generously slashed the price of its Kindle offerings to 99p/99c, so there is no need to be bored. COVID-19 is a novel virus, doncha know 😉
Now for some more butchering…
Beloved children’s author A.A. Milne authored the Winnie-the-Pooh books. The Public school, which his father ran and where little Alan Alexander grew up, employed H.G. Wells as a teacher. Herbert George famously wrote the novel ‘War Of The Worlds’ in which a thriving population was wiped out by a microorganism. If you’re not at all familiar with that story, then apologies for the spoiler.
*Cut it out, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
Fortunately, A.A. Milne was also a poet and now joins the ranks of Shakespeare, Blake, Lazarus et al. on the slab of an Underdog Anthology Dead Poets page, with a mutilation of his children’s verse ‘Now We Are Six’. It lends itself rather well to the current times…
Now We Are Sick
When it was One,
It had just begun.
When it was Two,
It was Wuhan Flu.
When it was Three
People start to flee.
When it was Four,
Italy at death’s door.
When it was Five,
Boris is alive!
But now we are sick,
Locked down and Covid-clever,
So I think we’ll be sick now for ever and ever.
Keep well, Dear Reader, and if you can’t free your body, then free your mind.
Have a Song, Dear Reader… ❤
Dear Reader, in five days time, the citizens of the UK will vote in the third General Election to be held in the past four years. So far, the Tora! Tora! Tories! have managed to win them all…
*Re-election day… /sings… Probably…*
For Underdog Anthology 10: The Silence of the Elves – which will be published this weekend – Leggy and I collaborated on a poetic mutilation for the Afterword, in celebration of the political parties’, quite frankly, tedious General Election campaigns. And in keeping with previous anthologies’ ‘Dead Poet Society’ page, UAX’s contributing person of talent is no longer living; however, John Entwistle was far more than just a poet…
*For the political parties, Clicky, it’s all about the base… /winks…*
So I was rather amused to see the following tweet on my Twitter feed at lunchtime…
*I know! I know!…/chortles…*
When Friday morning comes, Dear Reader, will we ‘Get Brexit Done’, or find ourselves forever mired in Remain? Who can say?
Boris the Liar
Look who’s climbing up the polls
A posh tousle-haired blond troll
Politician words he makes
Brexit promises he fakes
Boris the liar
Boris the liar
Question time is here once more
Corbyn steps up to the floor
Brexit neutral but never Leave
What’s he hiding up his sleeve?
Corbyn is dire
Corbyn is dire
Creepy, Corbyn, creepy, Corbyn
Creepy, creepy, Corbyn, Corbyn
Creepy, creepy, Corbyn, Corbyn
Creepy, creepy, Corbyn, Corbyn
Creepy, creepy, Corbyn, Corbyn
Slab Butt, Mucus, Nicky the Fish
Swindles thinks she’s such a dish
Girlies desperate to Remain
Trapped in the EU’s domain
They should be fired
They should be fired
Creepy, crawlies, creepy, crawlies
Creepy, crawlies, creepy, crawlies
Creepy, crawlies, creepy, crawlies
Creepy, crawlies, creepy, crawlies
Creepy, crawlies, creepy, crawlies
They’ll all come to a stick end
Brexit drove them round the bend
But voters are the ones that lose
Still Bercow’s gone, so some good news
Have a Song 😉
*Breaking noose, Clicky? …/lights up… Droll…*
Dear Reader, the Kindle version of Underdog Anthology 10: The Silence of the Elves is now available to purchase, and paperback is on its way 😀
Dear Reader, the splendid artwork on the new Underdog Anthology…
*/lights up… Thank you, Clicky…*
… was provided by a gentleman called Gary V. Foss. A poem by Sam Walter Foss is reproduced by Cade in his new missive, below…
When you make all my dreams come true···
···you’re basically taking all my dreams away from me.
Maybe even taking from me···
···my ability to dream.
Q: Now what?
A: . . . ─ ─ ─ . . .
Unfulfilled dreams potentially being a key to immortality. Almost doesn’t make any sense. Guess it all depends on what type of individual you are, and maybe whether or not you like to share.
^Swedish House Mafia – One (Original Mix)^
How to relate such a seemingly complex concept. I know! Let’s do a sing along type thingie! I’m gonna put a poem here by Sam Walter Foss called “Two Gods”, and I’ll put this here audio recitation of the poem performed by MC 900 Ft. Jesus so you can read along.
Won’t this be fun? We can get our dream(s) back on.
A boy was born ‘mid little things…between a little world and sky.
And dreamed not of the cosmic rings round which the circling planets fly.
He lived in little works and thoughts…where little ventures grow and plod.
And paced and plowed his little plots…and prayed unto his little god.
But as the mighty system grew…his faith grew faint with many scars.
The cosmos widened in his views…but God was lost among his stars.
Another boy in lowly days…as he to little things was born.
But gathered lore in woodland ways and from the glory of the morn.
As wider skies broke on his view…God greatened in his growing mind.
Each year he dreamed his god anew…and left his older god behind.
He saw the boundless scheme dilate…in star and blossom…sky and clod.
And as the universe grew great…he dreamed for it…a greater god.
A step further. I’m wondering about that one further step. That seed which feeds the need to dream and/or continue dreaming when all is done and there’s nothing left to do. One more thing do to. One step beyond? One thing? What makes reality? Is that maybe what made reality? The absence of dreams and dreaming? Oh, and Happy Friday shitforbrains. Only six days until Halloweed.
^MC 900 ft. Jesus – Bill’s dream^
My youngest was in discussion with Whatshername the other day whilst I was in getting a drink, and he commented that, “Halloween didn’t seem to fit the fall model.”
It didn’t fit. Doesn’t jibe. I piped up and said, “That’s the point. Compliment via contrast.”
He told me, “that makes no sense.”
I laughed, agreed, then sauntered away from the conversation.
Have thought about it a lot since then tho. Because of where I live, “fall” could arrive anywhere from late July to late December. Just depends on the amount of rain(s), and/or when the cold finally arrives…if it arrives at all. Not to mention that we here in the USA have that mysterious “Thanksgiving” holiday that baffles the living fuck out of the rest of the planet, and it’s right there in the middle between Halloween and Christmas. My thoughts on “the season of fall” differ somewhat from his. Is it my job as a father to remedy that? Or is it best that I let him formulate his own opinion(s).
I'll keep you posted
^Must Be The Feeling^
Thanksgiving kinda fits a bit with Halloween, and Christmas and Thanksgiving kinda fits with each other, but Halloween and Christmas are like…polar opposites. I guess that’s how he’s seeing it anyway. Makes sense, but also not. When I think about all three of those holidays, I think trees. Food is also a prevalent theme in all three, and so is/are family/families. But Christmas and Thanksgiving are kinda more-closed loops, whereas Halloween is kinda open in that and those regard(s). Public. Strangers. Parties. Trick or Treating. Unknown and unknowns.
Lots of maybes
Maybe that’s where a secret lay in the mystery of the somewhat ostracized nature of Halloween. Or at least, within public perception(s) and/or perceptions of public perception(s).
^Showtek – We Like To Party (Original Mix)^
Ya know, another thing is that Halloween in its current incarnation (at least here in the US) is kind of an evolving thing. It’s no longer just “dress up your house a bit to make it look scary, play scary music out the window and give away candy to trick or treaters”.
Its a growth industry
People are starting to go fucking nuts over it, and not just and only a few weirdos and extremists here and there. Streets are as likely to have houses decorated at Halloween as they are to have their houses decorated at Christmas. I’d imagine the current growth of Halloween is somewhat like the growth of Christmas in the 1950’s and 1960’s. The Great Pumpkin has gone commercial.
^Rocky Horror Time Warp^
DO A BARREL ROLL!!!
^Do a barrel roll !^
When I think of sleep with no dreams, the first thing I think of is death. That’s probably a kinda normal thought amongst “the living”. But my own mind runs to my death-dream/sleep-paralysis, then straight to Thoth and something said about these “12 that sleep forever”. Mainly because I’ve often wondered what it is that provides us humans and other lifeforms with the ability to dream.
Would it be possible that there was an original dreamer who ran out of dreams, dreams no more, and as a result, we can dream our own dreams? Admittedly, if you’re of the agnostic, atheistic or similar faith(s), you aren’t gonna think that there was some original creator(s)/dreamer(s) out there somewhere who thought this whole nightmarish mess up…it just happened. But what I’m also thinking is that maybe there was a “dream pool” and this original dreamer and/or original dreamers didn’t drink the dream well dry. Maybe he/her/them/they or whatever just drank their fill then took a break so that all the shiznit and stuffs they created could actually do what they were created to do. Which, one reason at least, may have been…
Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, those 12 sleeping fuckers who appear to be able to be able to go anywhere they want, at any time, and can known men’s minds or however it was worded.
^Stealing Sheep – Show Love^
Loads of stuff we don’t understand. Might be aware of something, maybe not. Irrespective of awareness, we may not understand whatever it is we are aware of. Frank Davis kinda touched on this topic a bit yesterday.
I’m headed a different direction than Frank, but will wind up in the same general vicinity.
Field = To go out and fight
Weird. Anyway, we’ve got these fields around us, and these fields around us have other fields contained within this field. So what is driving us? Dark? Light? Both? Some other weird, crazy, and otherwise funky shit we’re missing? Prolly more to light, than just and only light. Gotta consider not only light, but its source and sources. Giving some consideration to the properties and states of light might help. And what I’m thinking here is…
why do work that is already being done?
If you can leech off of an existing process, maybe you utilize an intermediary, you can then ponder the merits of symbiosis and/or more/less symbiotic relationships. What is/is not intrusive, creative, additive, argumentative, complimentary, disruptive, destructive, malicious, benevolent?
^Highasakite – Mexico (Official Music Video)^
If you’re having trouble following, maybe instead of thinking just and only photons. Maybe venture a bit outside of the “light box” with respect to the transference and eventual dissemination and interpretation of information and data. Maybe think about electrons, associated binaries, message delivery and transportation systems of all kinds, then maybe have a peek at the data(s) that is/are being transferred, via what mediums, why…
shit like that
The Telephone Game is a good representation as to data handoffs and data integrity, what checks are implemented, where and why, etc.. I recently brought back up “the 8 levels of darkness” again. There are actually 15 levels, but the point is how things move, where, and why they move that way, in a particular environment.
I’ve not given “the light levels” much thought, primarily because the dark levels are in fact “light levels”. They just operate differently. Plenty of light in the dark; it just behaves differently. And if you’re thinking dark matter/dark energy, you’re not on the wrong track.
That said, I don’t know if I am on the right track in thinking that these dark rings are in fact the reorganizational processes that create the dark matter/energy and act as the conduit between matter and antimatter. But that’s what I’ve been seeing for several years now, and the addition of time in any all instances when penetrating the rings tends to kick me out, so to speak. I don’t think it’s necessarily that time does not exist nor cannot exist there. Maybe just a matter of it not existing in the same way and ways.
I do know I had an inkling of how to actually split a Quark this morning, and it scared the fuck out of me. Primarily because a few years ago, I saw, potentially anyway, a way that Quarks might have infinite up/down properties within a single particle. Infinite positive and negative charges. They were ridiculously long, yet finite, and my mind instantly ran to strings. Not given the topic much thought since then. Not till this morning anyway.
^Swedish House Mafia ft. John Martin – Don’t You Worry Child (Official Video)^
That poem was written a really long time ago.
If you had told me at age 10, that a poem like that was written in the late 1800’s, I woulda said you were fucking nuts. Everyone “back then” was god-fearing and pure. So I was told anyway.
^Chromatics – Tick Of The Clock^
Some teachers prolly get sick and fucking tired of certain students. Some teachers prolly get sick and fucking tired of teaching.
Someone recently pointed out and reminded me that even Jesus seemed to get sick of people’s shit.
I had forgotten all about that.
^Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^
A skateboard company. Looks like almost everyone is on board
^I.D. Under – Song X – Genericide 1989^
Your view of me is stylized; it’s not me. Only I know me, and even I don’t know me as well as I’d like to, so I guess in effect, nobody knows me. Same goes for you. Same goes for everyone I guess. Still, anything and everything you’ve got in your head about me, is stylized. Pretty much means that your ideas are…
Moldable, shapable and able to be molded and modulated via all kinds of ways, means and methods. Outside influence may not even be requisite for you to bounce from opinion to opinion. So what’s going on inside? What are you bouncing around in there, and why. Things like, oh…I dunno…you gave me that crown, and you can take it away. Something like that? The wolf that wins, is the one you feed.
So I'm told anyway
^Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween^
When I think “141”, two things immediately pop into my head, both are aviation related.
With respect to “sync numbers”, one could technically punch the number “141” into my internal memory banks, and this would provide access to related information and data via those two primary pathways via the 141 sequence. For example…
Andrews Air Force Base, McLean Virginia, Paris Texas, Tyler Texas, monarch butterflies, midair collision(s), blue and white, orange and black, 66322, touch and go, Grayson County Airport, Davy Crocket
Those are some ancillary types of things that instantly pop into my head when I hear the number “141” and/or the sequence “one four one”. The more that I think on 141, the more that pops into my head…
Precision, raining and cold, I-66, skeet, neon orange, Aunt Geo, Chesapeake Beach, Route 4, PX, minesweeping helicopters, allergic reaction to tattoos, 3,000 feet, south, hot, rough...it gets more and more clear and cloudy at the same time
These are my memories. Places I’ve been, things I’ve seen, things I’ve done, levels of involvement, levels of removal, hearsay, fact, truth, fiction, fantasy, lies…
its all mixed in there stewing in the same pot
With respect to memory and memories, and in regards to remote access of said information, is it possible to “feed” off of information via intentionally planted/implanted numbers and numbers sets? Something I’ve pondered for a while now, and I’m wondering as to quite a few concepts regarding frequency and/or utilization(s) of the stream(s).
^In Your Machine^
Old video below, but one of the comments on the video kinda caught my eye: the one about Oklahoma, and mainly because I distinctly remember 3 earthquakes here in 2014. And the fact that there’s mention of “the Oso Washington landslide, that killed 39”.
Seems like there was something in the news just this week where 39 people died in a truck/lorry. Did some reading tho, and it looks like the death toll in Oso eventually climbed to 43.
So yeah, no connection(s) whatsoever
^Wyoming Landslide: Slow Moving Disaster^
Let’s say that you gain access to “Memory X” using the 141 sequence. Later, you want to prove to a colleague that you’ve gained access to “Memory X”, you again use the 141 sequence, but it doesn’t work like it did the first time. Meaning, you input your 141, but the output is something different that the original. This could be either a different result entirely, or perhaps nothing at all, but a deviation from the original. So you increase the frequency of the inputted 141 sequence. Eventually, you get the access to “Memory X”, but it took 14 iterations of the 141 sequence to achieve the desired result. Or maybe 41 iterations. Or maybe 140 iterations.
Q: What was your base?
A: What is your base?
What was and is your base? To relate what I’m talking about, let’s say you stroke the small of your girl’s back for the first time, and she goes bonkers. One soft simple stroke, and she’s starry-eyed and weak-knee’d. Next time however, you stroke the small of her back, and nothing happens. So you repeat the procedure a few times, eventually she comes around to that original point you remember so vividly from your first experience.
Q: Does the second memory muddy the first?
A: What if there is no second memory?
In the context of which I’m speaking, I would imagine that your subject would need to be unaware of your number sequencing/number syncing so that they will rely upon their own internal experiences and data sets, which will give you access to these same experiences/data sets. Anything externalized is likely to provoke defense mechanisms and close off access to the individual’s internal hive.
So, the next question is, how to upload both false memories and modified memories? Provide some varied contrasts so that the original remains more or less intact, but your subject is…well, let’s say…susceptible. Muddy the memory, and the absolute becomes subjective. But only internally. The external can maintain clarity and rationale because the points within the set(s) are distinct and isolated which keeps both the point(s) and the set(s) from commingling in the “fuzzy logic” centers. I mean, this person’s life keeps on ticking. Keeps going. They’re piling more and more data in the banks each and every moment of each and every day. Loads of “similar not same” data piling in there that could possibly not provide the contrast to make better distinctions. Especially if the subject is currently in a loop or perceives themselves as being in a loop or some other dead-end type of situation. Final question…
Q: In an existence with little to no contrast, contrasts and/or contrasting elements, does all contrast become “stark”?
Was just thinking how easy that might make the manipulation of emotions. You could corrupt a spirit.
^Datassette – Computers^
Just went back and was reading that Sam Walter Foss article on Wikipedia, and noticed it says he’s featured on New Hampshire historical marker #114. Actually, it says “number 114”.
To be exact, it says (number 114)”
I wonder if 114 and 141 are actually the same number in a different sequence representative of similar not same things + similar and same things + exact same things/identical things. May seem an odd reference, but I’m reminded of the 30 Rock episode where they’re all playing poker and Jack Donaghy discovers he can’t read Kenneth the Page. No tells to tell. No tales to tell?
Q: If someone is dead inside, can you extract anything?
Supposedly, dead men tell no tales, so it makes me wonder about the dynamics of “the deadman” with respect to remote reading. Doesn’t matter the mode(s), method(s) nor reasoning(s) either. The deadman is just as alive as you or anyone else, just a tad…dead. Dead in there. Dead space? Dead zone?
Maybe some tactical maneuvering is in order. Also looks like he died in 1911.
^Dead – Pixies (RB3 Expert Guitar)^
Tic, tocs, and what is getting that inertia going in the first place? Get the right matter, with the right inertia, at the right speed, set to the right angle, add the right energy/energies with the same considerations, and you just might be able create an entanglement that’ll go on and on for a very long time. Might explain why certain configurations last for the amounts of time that they do. Especially in certain environments and/or at certain times.
Pre-flood, people supposedly lived for what is now considered to be some very long periods of time. But after the flood, not so much. Above, and below. Different time(s), and different configuration(s), different results. Gonna be some disruptors and disruptions. Might explain the membranous and somewhat episodic nature(s) of many of the things we see and experience. Many of the things that do and do not exist. Periodic tables, maps and star charts. Might also explain the whens and whys of why a lifeform might choose immortality over reproduction or vice versa. Sometimes the episode needs to run a bit longer than 22 minutes, sometimes not.
^Bobby Caldwell – What You Won’t Do for Love (Album Version)^
Star Charts and Sea Larks
I haven’t thought about that in a long time. I wonder what she’s up to.
^Will Sparks feat. Luciana – Sick Like That (Lyric Video)^
Dunno if revisiting old syncs is a good thing. Dunno if it’s a bad thing either. Seems kinda weird to never revisit a somewhere that is important to you. If there’s nothing keeping you away, and nothing telling you to stay away, why not go? Gotta be something pulling you in that direction.
Dunno…maybe I’m just circling the drain, and seeing the same shit on the way out that I saw on the way in.
Sup? Nice to see you again. Catch you on the flipside, I guess.
^Holy Fuck – The Pulse^
Can you believe that a thought on having a dream come true inspired all that crap?
What a nightmare, eh?
I do know that the thought of potentially splitting an infinitely long and infinitely massive particle sent shivers down my spine. Considering the self-sustainability angle(s), one has to ponder the contextual nature of what “infinite” really entails, and where. The infinite paradigm itself is well established, it’s possible, plausible, and even probable. Now you just have to consider if you want to be the one to light the fuse or not.
^fluke – baby pain^
Have a great weekend
^AURORA – Runaway^
^Highasakite – Camp Echo – I Am My Own Disease HD AUDIO^
We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader. Come back later in the week and we’ll have a Halloween tale or two for you…
*True, my Underdog Anthology X story will be related… /stubs butt… I just have to figure it out…*
…And have a Song ❤
Interesting remote viewing with Cade last night. First the Okie Devil of Text US and I espied The Code…
*The language of the Universe, Clicky… /lights up… Like a refresher course for those that got a B for O Level Maffs in 1983…*
… Then we surveyed another documentary called Six Degrees of Separation…
… Before finally taking a peek at ‘The Slow Mo Guys’ latest video of them making a cup of tea…
*The chaotic language of synchronicity, Clicky… /smokes…*
That’s my Many Small Whirls Interpretation. Now Cade’s SoPi, the latest iteration SoPi-O, conceived on the 15th May 2019 and delivered to you, Dear Reader, a week later. See you at the bottom for a Song. Enjoy! ❤
I’m looking over…my dead dog Rover,
That I over ran with the mower.
One leg is missing,
The other, is gone,
The other one is laying, all over, the lawn.
There’s no use explaining,
The one remaining,
Is hanging on the kitchen..doooooor!
Lost = Found
Guess it’s just a matter of time.
^I’m Looking over a Four Leaf Clover^
Nothing goes here, cept for this.
Someone is slamming the back door repeatedly.
Perhaps I should go look.
It’s possible the house is being broken into.
In the middle of the day.
By some loud motherfuckers.
If I don’t come back, know that I loved you.
Or hated you.
Or had no opinion of you.
^THE BOOZE BOMBS – Pinch Your Hips^
At 2:43 into the vid below…
”Because people stop making noise when they’re thinking.”
^How to deal with religious fanatics protesting concerts^
Speaking of religious fanatics and fanatical antireligionites, you think maybe 666 references time? More specifically, measures of time?
According to the BibleGateway website, “six hundred” appears 34 times in the NIV translation of the Bible. The word “six” appears 219 times. The word “sixty” appears 36 times.
Times, TIMES, TIMES!!!
Watched a video last night called Six Degrees Of Separation.
The ideas they were chasing are indeed pretty cool. Seemingly anyway. But as I watched, it occurred to me that much of what they were exploring was pre-loaded. They spoke as if networking was some new concept, when in fact, networking is probably one of the oldest and most common things we humans are aware of. I guess it all depends on how you are looking at the data and how you are processing the information, but it occurs to me that “networking” is nothing more than a series of events that result in an endless stream of A to B nodes.
The concept of synchronicity was mentioned at the start of the film, but the topic was dropped, and pretty sure it wasn’t mentioned again. And where the film’s participants really seemed to get sideways, was when they jumped to using their models in predictory ways. Anyway, it was almost as if there were certain things they wanted to succeed, certain things they wanted to fail, and certain things they had no interest in letting them run their course(s).
Why am I talking about all this?
Because I came up with SoPi-O back on May 15th, and ever since then, loads of related stuff has been popping up here and there. No matter how many times it happens, coincidence is always jarring.
to me anyway
The repeating types of coincidence is even more jarring. Can be anyway.
^Heart-Crazy On You^
Not suggesting that looking at existing systems is dumb or pointless, because I don’t think that’s the case. There’s always something to see, and there’s likely tons of hidden traits/properties that even the designers/builders/discoverers/creators didn’t know were there. Mandelbrot found that out. The passengers of Aloha Airlines flight 243 found that out. Some of the people watching Black Sabbath perform War Pigs in Paris on December 20th of 1970 may have found that out too.
^Black Sabbath – “War Pigs” Live Paris 1970^
Lessee…where’d we leave off? I think I inadvertently mentioned SoPi-M at the end of the last one, but I’m not quite ready for that one. I am kinda ready for SoPi-O tho. And where I left off was kinda on the topic of finding your way when and where you are lost. Recognizing you are lost is a biggie. Denial is….well…not always advisable. In aviation, denial can get you killed…rapidly. Hence, “The Three C’s”:
It’s that simple. Climb, because your radio will have a greatly increased range at higher altitudes, and “broadcasting in the blind” is more likely to be heard by someone irrespective of where they are. Confess, because you are in deep shit, and those who might be able to help you are going to need the straight dope in order to accurately advise you how to best proceed, in order to get out of whatever mess you are in. Comply, because someone else giving you instructions and navigating/thinking for you is going to allow you to focus on the “The Three Rules Of Flying”:
1. Fly the airplane
2. Fly the airplane
3. Fly the airplane
Don’t sweat navigation, don’t sweat proper radio communication procedures, don’t sweat the regs, don’t sweat any of the ancillary types of thinking, just fly the fucking plane. You can loop back to all that other stuff when you get your head straight and find your bearings. The objective at this point is to get the fucking plane on the ground without leaving a smoking crater.
^Queens Of The Stone Age – 3’s & 7’s^
You don’t know this, but as of this writing, I’ve not finished drawing the O iterations of SoPi. That’s why I appear to be rambling about unrelated shit. But this is the stuff that I’m thinking about as I run the design of SoPi-O in my head over and over.
Where it may be applicable,
where it may not be applicable,
where really fucking odd uses present themselves.
Shit like that
Not much different than the redneck types of videos where the objective is to “do this and see what happens”. Some even go so far as to investigate why these things happen in the ways they do. I guess all discovery is like that.
^Masters Of Reality – She Got Me( When She Got Her Dress On) Official Vid^
As you can prolly tell by now, SoPi-O is an exploration of the decision-making processes we devise, under whatever auspices, when we are more likely to think independently, when we are more likely to think cooperatively, etc..
Pretty basic stuff really
But I’m trying to find my own path, and find my own way on my own path, so I guess it could be said that I’m being a selfish prick on this path to enlightenment. No matter how many outside sources I point to, no matter how many points of inspiration I reference, and no matter how much of this nonsense I share, I’m still likely to be viewed as a selfish prick trying to grab everything for himself. I considered using “themselves” at the end of the previous sentence instead of “himself”, but I didn’t. Too plural.
Not selfish enough
^Rush – La Villa Strangiato^
The I that is me,
The me that is we,
The we that is me,
The me that is I.
The above is something I’ve tossed around for a while, and really just trying to explore it a little more visually as I explore Pi, and the SoPi concept that I’ve kinda built around the concept of Pi. The “So” part is the contact point I guess. “So! Let talk about Pi!” That’s where this mess started. Taking a lot of existing junk, and creating some new junk with it. The main thing being, time. Considerations given to time and measure(s) from the perspective of an outsider…me. But in that nonsense at the start of this paragraph, where did “I” come from? Me? We?
^Space Project – Beyond Orion^
Maybe whoever interacts with us, and from which direction they come, is indicative of how we are likely to respond? Gotta take time into account tho. We build ourselves into becoming jaded old sad-sacks over time. Withdrawn, distant, cold, unreceptive, closed-off.
^Poison Idea “The Badge”^
Maybe there’s sometimes patterns within patterns that can help us better decide when we’re being egocentric, when we’re in a transitional state, and when we’re being selfless. Maybe not. Gonna be lots of opinions both inside and out as to what state(s) we are in.
^Immaculate “Wrecking Crew” (Live Overkill Cover)^
I just thought it might be advantageous to you, the reader, to see how some of this shit comes together. SoPi-O-000 (the first one) is just some letters/words in various font sizes to fit into these weaving and bulging and thinning shapes I’ve been thinking about. Kind of a cross between the weaving structure of DNA or threads, with some eyes for seeing embedded within. Something capable of both seeing, and being seen.
Q: You think it impossible for something to be capable of seeing and being seen?
And I’m talking about those somethings beyond the concepts of eyes or what we typically associate with seeing/being seen. Things like what we feel. And maybe even what feel in the absence of any perceptible input, nor any secondary indicators as to why we are feeling what we are feeling.
^Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis “Slowly Rot With Esclerosis Under Of Endocrinology”^
Maybe confusion is sometimes provocation for continuance? Further exploration? Exploration along unknown or even non-extent paths? Take for example some of the concepts that are explored in this series me and Roob started watching last night called “The Code”.
I’ve watched it several times. But like most sciences, there’s this prevailing “order out of chaos” type of mentality that seems to completely ignore the transitional and/or transient states. Someone is at “A”, looking for “B”, and the bullshit that is going to help you get there (“C”) is irrelevant. Gotta keep in mind tho, that I/we are looking backwards. The creators are looking forwards.
I – Looking backwards to see forwards.
They – Looking forwards to see backwards.
I guess it depends on the point of entry. There’s certainly a merging going on there.
11 iterations of SoPi-O, to get to the actual SoPi-O base, and three base iterations/permutations of SoPi-O. I admit that this particular result isn’t exactly where I originally saw myself winding up, but when I saw how related “M” was to “O”, they kinda meshed. And I’ll get to “SoPi-M” soon. It’s based on a geometric figure that I learned to draw when I was in elementary school. It’s quite cool. Anyway, let’s add a 12 iteration of SoPi-O, and see what we can see.
^John Otway – Beware of the Flowers^
The ordering in the center is modified to I-WE-ME. Interesting. Maybe sometimes circumstance dictates a different approach?
Did you know that in the word “lots”, you only need flip the order of the “t” and “s” to get lost?
Let's go faster
^Staind – Mudshovel (Official Video)^
^Rush – A Farewell To Kings^
Almost has a pulse
But speaking of lost, I think you need to get there.
Dunno the way?
Figure it out.
Give a shout when/if you find it.
^Patrick Cowley – I Wanna Take You Home^
^RUSH The Camera Eye^
^Rush – The Body Electric^
The wait is near over, Dear Reader, and I’m not talking about Brexit…
… With the window for submissions closing fast, Underdog Anthology 8 has so far attracted 10 authors with 18 short stories and 11 poems, not including my mutilated offering in the Afterword…
*So far on the Dead Poets Page, I’ve managed to… /counts on fingers… stitch up Shakespeare, ravage Routhier, lacerate Lazarus, willingly torture Wells & Tormé, wanker Wheatley, pillage Poe and obliterate Oliphant… /flicks ASH… About time I butchered Blake don’t ya fink, Clicky… /smokes contentedly…*
So, Dear Reader, with a hat-tip to Dr Seuss – never mess with Seuss – the LoL is pleased to present my perverse verse for Underdog Anthology 8 from Leg Iron Books. Of course it’s about Brexit…
The Creeps (that stole Brexit Brexit)
by Roo B. Doo
Brexit Brexit, MPs blight,
In the politics of Fright;
What immoral Hansard lie,
Could frame their shameful skimitry?
What the distant Creeps despise,
Disbelieving of their lies?
In Labour town & Tory shire,
People chose Leave as their desire?
And what bluster, for their part,
In twisting syntax off the chart?
And so the Creeps began to cheat,
Safe in smugness, if not in seat.
“What the horror? Why the pain?”
“The People didn’t know thy brain!”
“What the oldies failed to grasp,
It’s not long ’til their final gasp!”
When the Creeps threw down their sneers,
Made amendments, with loud jeers,
Did they smile their work to see?
Do they know they’ll have to flee?
Brexit Brexit, MPs blight,
In the politics of Fright;
What immoral Hansard lie,
Could frame their shameful skimitry?
*/stubs butt… Those fuckers are gonna rue the day, Clicky…*
Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song…
I saw a tweet earlier today, Dear Reader…
*’rollie stone’… /:D… *
Having a fascination with ‘signs’ and ‘syncs‘, I was interested to see, just how far the UK had “sunk”, so I clicked and started to read…
‘ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards proved he’s still got plenty of puff left — after being given permission to smoke on stage.
‘The 74-year-old rocker was seen having a crafty cigarette during the band’s show in London this week — aptly called their No Filter tour.
‘He was cheered by the crowd of 70,000 at The London Stadium in Stratford as he lit up, flouting the strict no smoking rule.’
*/thinks and smokes… 70,000 people applauding the lighting of a cigarette, against the rules? In a stadium, Clicky, some believe hosted a magikal ceremony… /smokes and thinks… I wonder if the magik was intended as a one-off thing, or if the potential lingers longer than anticipated?*
*Butt then aren’t we all born a bit slippy, Clicky? …/blows smoke rings…*
The next bit of the article I found particularly interesting, Dear Reader – the Local Authority expounds on the issue…
‘But Newham Council said it would not be taking any action because smoking was part of the act. ‘Smoking on stage is permitted “where the artistic integrity of a performance makes it appropriate for a person to smoke”, therefore no action will be taken,’ it added.’
*As You Like it… /final drag… Underworld may have directed the music but Shake Sphere’s Tempest formed the basis of that magikal ceremony in 2012, Clicky… /fills air with smoke… And he’s still going…*
*Smoking is an art, Clicky… /stubs butt… Sonnet 6+6+6… Ya Ken?*
Time for a Song, Dear Reader. Enjoy rest rest of Whitsun ❤
*Really, Clicky? I’d have had money on you going with a Stones Song…*
Well hello there, Dear Reader…
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been having a great week, with a bank holiday day off, gorgeous weather to set the mood lighting and only Friday to go…
And now, from across the Pond, the missive you’ve been missing, from the Okie Devil himself…
*He certainly gets me thinking, Clicky… /lights up…*
What effect does capillary action have on the epidermis?
What effect does blood pressure have on the epidermis?
^Roxy Music – More Than This^
My Austin trip has been canceled. I guess that’ll leave me more time for writing…eh?
^i_o – //DDoS^
If everything is “SEO Optimized”, how in the FUCK can I tell your company from another?
This “SEO” kind of thinking that has become so prevalent just seems to have an aggregatory knock-on effect that is eventually going to make the entirety of a particular industry subject to takeover.
Yeah...the whole fucking thing
A particular industry, gobbled up by some big player, all because it’s impossible to tell the difference between one company and another. There may even be a legal precedence to consider…. isn’t there already legal precedence for the distinguishing and distinguishment of businesses? That if two or more competing businesses are so similar in operation, purpose(s), price, etc., and if the market does not intervene, that government will and/or should?
Lotta dynamics to that, and I can’t recall them all, but yeah, that rings a bell.
^True Facts : Carnivorous Plants^
Just thinking about things that are in place to offset corruption. Take for example, the pipeline infrastructure in The United States.
I’ve heard it pronounced as “femza”, and they are part of The US Department of Transportation. But why wouldn’t they be part of USDOT? Any time, that anything moves, it’s being transported…right? Like say…electron transfer?
But yeah…back to corruption. Why would I bring up corruption with respect to PHMSA?
There are said to be millions of miles of pipelines in this country. If PHMSA is a small group, that means that PHMSA dictates policy, you obey…
So where does this perceived corruption start? My guess is going to be, that it starts when there is agreement as to what is acceptable and who it is acceptable to.
Not like you can make a decision to use 1.5” pipe made out of steel for a 1,000 mile stretch of pipeline, and then suddenly say
“OOOPS!!! We shoulda used a 2” brass pipe instead.”
^Pleasurekraft, Jaceo, Vedic – The Most Dangerous Game [Official]^
Does a 1,000 mile long pipeline bend with the curvature of the Earth/Terra?
Does a 1,000 mile long anything bend with the curvature of the Earth/Terra?
I GUESS THEY DON’T IF THE EARTH IS ACTUALLY FLAT!!!!!!
I JUST HAD THE STUPIDEST EPIPHANY IN HISTORY!!!
When you go somewhere, you take what you need with you…right?
Do you fold clothes before putting them in a suitcase?
Are there some clothes that you handle differently?
Like, do you own clothes that should NEVER be folded?
Prolly make special considerations for those. A clothes carrier perhaps.
But irrespective of what, you still figure out how to take what you need with you, and you figure out how to best get it there with little to no change or disruption…right?
Genetics and organics are starting to make more and more sense.
^Depeche Mode – Shine ( trance mix 2015 HD* dj jean alpohin )^
If I spin a ball clockwise “here”, and spin the same ball anticlockwise “there”, what effect(s) does that have on the space(s) inbetween?
Are you having trouble imagining what I am describing? If so, do this…
- find a hair on your arm or leg…
- find another hair near it that you can draw a straight line to, one to the other…
- now imagine your bloodstream running underneath the skin…
- now imagine a red blood cell that is spinning clockwise near one hair, and the same blood cell is spinning anticlockwise near the second hair.
What effect(s) does that and those motions have on the space(s) between the hair(s)? What effect(s) does that have on the hair(s) and follicle(s) themselves? Are you incorporating enough axises to accommodate the spaces that allow this and these rotational actions? Are you being fractal in these thoughts? Are you being unidirectional enough in your analysis?
Just keeping it real. Or at least, real-ish.
^Béla Fleck & The Original Flecktones – “Sinister Minister” – Mountain Jam VII – 6/3/11^
Is it possible that air-travel related illnesses may in fact be remiss in ignoring some more long-term effects that air travel has on the body over time?
Pressurized aircraft, non-pressurized aircraft, compressed air(s), temperature controlled buildings that are themselves pressurized…shit like that. We appear to be under a lot of pressure(s). Maybe that’s why everyone is presumed to be so goddamn grumpy.
^Stevie Wonder-Isn’t She Lovely Lyrics^
Speaking of pressure(s) and spin(s)…how in the fuck, can something that is made out of meat, be allergic to meat itself?
There’s a lot of tumblers turning there.
I need to chew on that story a bit.
No pun intended.
^Bela Fleck – Did you ever meet Gary Owen Uncle Joe?^
I’ve not made much progress. I started this on Sunday, but it’s now Tuesday. I supposed that one might could say that I’ve gotten lazy…
that I’ve become confused or sidetracked…
run out of things to say.
Could it be that my course is run, and it’s time for me to shut up?
Fold my tent?
Head for the hills?
Welp, if I stay in the USA, I’ve got 20 years left until I can retire. I think I’ll keep going.
^501 – Infinity^
Here’s an interesting story…
Would that be like…”utilization of strategic weapons to enforce your will”? Or…”seizing a strategic opportunity to query a person of a certain color, only because of your own color”? I mean, cops carry firearms and other weapons for a reason. The discharge of the firearm is irrelevant. A weapon is a weapon. A cell phone or radio can be a weapon if utilized properly. Hell, almost anything can be weaponized. But this weaponizing of people based on skin color or creed sounds…familiar.
Can't recall anything specific tho.
^Monstergetdown – Creature^
The more you travel through your life, the more you are likely to see unexpected shit. People thinking thoughts and creating and doing things that you yourself may have thought of. In fact, you may find things so similar, that they are damn near identical. Weird and strange things that you may have thought that you and only you have thought of. This is likely why economics can be so destructive. If you chase a dream with the expectations of a commercial return, you are likely going to wind up penniless and miserable. Thievery and shenanigans aside, sometimes, things just happen as they do.
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^
Points in time = pressure?
That makes me think of something that occurred to me some time back. Let’s say, that there was a country or two, that were once at war. One of these countries, ended that particular theatre of war with a swift stroke or two. These “strokes” may have had unforeseen consequences. And so, as that “defeated” country recovered, and eventually more generations were born in the aftermath, there was this feeling of…vengeance. A need to avenge this defeat.
Q: Would long-term “sabotage” of sorts, be an effective method of exacting this revenge?
Or would that just be creating more of the same via a different path. Perpetuation of the stereotype(s). Perpetuation of the need for vengeance.
I guess you don’t fight vengeance. You cope.
^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot (Calyx & TeeBee Remix)^
Last night, I finally did a bit of digging on this topic. Turns out there is another called Etherium or something like that. Today, I watched an episode of Doctor Who, and this episode centered around some complexities with respect to calculations performed in certain spaces using certain elements, that themselves are molded into certain shapes. I was laying on the bed a few minutes ago, watching the sun traverse the sky, and it inspired me to write a short poem.
Calculations, and when they are thought to be complete/completed.
^Paul Keeley – New seclusion^
I don’t know if any of my ponderings are worth a fuck, so the best that I have to sustain me is that I must be thinking about this shit for some reason. Not to mention, that I wouldn’t be able to comprehend them. Which, to be fair, most of the things that I think about, I don’t understand nor do I try and pretend that I do. How is one to know, how to proceed?
^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^
If I tell you how to have a particular experience, don’t I in effect prevent you from having one? Or at least, having your own?
That’s my beef with programs and precipices. You are taking someone, who is likely already “bent” or maybe even “broken”, and you are going to reinforce that brokenness with this new revolutionary and life-changing program that you have devised. You’ve basically reinvented and created a square hole, and are now encouraging people to jump through it, knowing full well that they won’t fit. If they fit, you don’t get to sell your program to them. It’s like canvassing a fat-farm for size 0-3 bikini models. Nevermind your shortsightedness if the first fat-farm you visit turns out to be all male.
I mean, you HAVE considered gender...right?
^Neonlight – Boom^
It’s tough to know what to encounter.
It’s tough to know how to encounter it.
^PEEKABOO – Arrival^
I watched the following vid, and it’s like…
”we will monitor what is happening under your own feet, we will assess, and we will tell you what to make of your own life.”
If you feel it in your interests to do so anyway. This is likely why people get so angry when shit goes wrong. You’ve given your proxy to someone to make decisions for you, and that is predicated on the fact that…
You are so incompetent that you can’t make your own decisions? Or that others are so superior that they can? Both of those things? Do you forgive yourself for making mistakes? K…well…perhaps it was a mistake for you to sign away what you feel are your rights, forgive yourself, move on. You’ll know better next time.
^Hawaii Volcano Eruption Update – Tuesday Night (May 8 2018)^
And there’s this…
Carbon, Quartz, tides, cycles, radio, pulses. Yeah. You’ve got bits and pieces, and there are many. But what comprehension can we attain when the medium(s) and methods are so exclusive? Your fears are said to be well founded, and based in fact(s). But that also means that you do not trust the very future that you seek to know. As a result, the more complex the system, the more exclusive it will be, and the less that will have access to it. Just keep in mind that an isolation is a beacon like any other…
it just shines differently.
As best I can guess, most scientists never take the time to just sit and watch a clock. To ponder what is happening on each tick, and what is happening between. To wonder about others, their lives, what is transpiring in those lives, and how they cope. To intentionally blur your own clarity. To ponder what it is like to let clarity come to you. To learn how to let an epiphany or discovery go. To let The Universe provide us with something astounding, acknowledge the gift, perhaps even marvel at it a bit…and then give it back. To wander in the splendor of creation, and realize that every opportunity need not be capitalized upon.
That should provide some bias for better gauging what you personally should pursue, and maybe what to leave for others.
^Benny Benassi – Change Style^
We build our own civilization(s) on “the ruins” of others. We use the same principles and precepts that “collapsed” civilizations used. Ever stop to think that the suggestiveness of this and these contradictions might just cause some confusion?
We don't teach irony/ironies...do we?
Well, maybe thespians do, but not everyone is cut out for acting in front of others, and not everyone likes the theatre.
^Bastille – Pompeii (Live From Isle Of Wight Festival)^
Wanna know how “exclusive” things are? Easy. Talk about something you know nothing about, see who jumps on you, for what, and from where they spring. You’ll learn real fucking quick if others perceive you as being somewhere you shouldn’t be and/or doing something they feel you shouldn’t be doing. They’ll likely even tell you the opinion that you should have. If you adopt and adapt, they may even try and recruit you to their cause.
^CoLD SToRAGE – Cairodome^
Checked out some rentals in a certain town in England this week. Been looking abroad for an apartment/flat to lease where I could live for 3 to 4 months, take in the local wildlife, and do some writing on the experience. Find some place, wander in more or less blind, and see what I see. No real agenda, other than taking what I am given, then share my experience and experiences. It’s been a long time since I’ve dreamed like this, but it was kinda fun. Now all I have to do, is do it.
Ya'll ready for some storms over that way?
^LTJ Bukem – Atlantis^
^Wontolla, Kasger & Limitless – Miles Away [NCS Release]^
*Innit, Clicky! …/pat snout… Sets me up nicely for tomorrow…*
Dear Reader, have a Song ❤
*Thank fuck, Poppy tweeted that to us last night, Clicky… /lights up… Or I’d have been completely bolloxed for a post title… /drags…*
Last night, Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. The Unseen Synchro, a.k.a The Okie Devil of Text Us asked me and Poppy Sweet Pea to provide him with some words, from which he would write a poem…
Said poem is contained within Cade’s latest missive, below…
*That’s right, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… down there…*
Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤
Someone might enjoy this.
^Iron Maiden – Behind The Beast^
I once wrote a certain poem,
but can’t recall what it said.
So now here it sits aching,
bouncing round in my head.
Wrote some parts down, that had a certain sound.
Certain parts rhymed, other parts timed.
One part climbed,
another piece descended.
Don’t recall where it all started,
nor even if anything ended.
There must be a way in, to the place to begin.
First…to find out how, my way out of…now.
Some thoughts run free and freely,
others disappear in a stare.
Some are likely gone forever,
a few are written down somewhere.
Take out the trash, Danish mash.
Write it down, or face the frown.
There’s one part I tried to remember,
but cannot recall the details.
Likely a something of beauty,
perhaps bunny rabbits, wasps, or snails.
Formulaic attributes, proxy gaps and substitutes.
Removed this line, I’m sure it was fine.
Does she really exist out there,
or am I being silly…a dupe.
Like some sort of prize or plunder,
a cold journey that ends with hot soup.
You’ll be there, when you are there.
You were there, you aren’t there.
This end of that one here now,
the end of this one a time later.
I’ve forgotten what this one was about,
perhaps I’ll remember it…
^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^
What a bunch of fucking weirdos.
^1977 TV Synthesizer Special^
If you thought that shit was weird, check THIS shit out.
^1969 World’s First Electronic Pop Song^
All of the people in the above two vids are either all:
A) dead from disease, or
B) all strung out on drugs while waiting to be dead from disease.
I read a lot of facts and figures, and those facts and figures are very clear…everyone is either dead, or about to be. Seriously. You are either dead, or about to be, and you are either on drugs, or about to be.
Lots of information and facts and figures floating around that prove this to be correct. A lot of these political Tweets are fucking weird. The ones that are always tell people to stand up? What does that even mean, other than you telling me I’m already down. Not only are you telling me I’m already down…you are telling me I need to get up off my lazy ass and do something for you, because you said so.
How do you get everyone aboard the same train?
What’s that? You don’t want everyone on the same train?
I thought you wanted to be first.
If you want to be first, that means you need everyone on the same train.
^Best soviet electronic music^
Are animals incompetent?
^Kraftwerk – Roboter 1978^
I was out front letting my youngest son’s dog get some fresh air. It’s 57°F/13°C, the sun is shining, and is generally awesome. But she refused to come back in, so I had to chase her around the front yard a bit. When I finally got her to come back towards the door so I could let her in, I reached up to open the door, and noticed there was a critter on my foot. I brought my foot up, then gently blew the winged critter off my foot, and they landed on the concrete porch.
I let the dog in, then began to retreat inwards myself, when I noticed that the ant – yes, it was a winged ant – was still sitting in the same place/had not flown off. I suddenly became worried, as the ant was sitting right in the big, fucking middle of the porch. Were anyone else to come in or out through the door, they won’t know the ant is sitting there, and would likely step on the ant. So the question becomes…
Q: What do I do?
A: Whatever I do.
I tried to give the ant a shade of encouragement to move by bending down and blowing on it, but it sensed the sudden increase in hurricane force winds, and hung on for dear life to the concrete of the porch. I wonder if there is a something to be learned there about methods we employ to get others to do what we want?
^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^
I think this is the last whatever that I’m going to write in MS WordPad. Yep…even tho I downloaded and installed OpenOffice over a month ago, I’m still using MS WordPad to write these things. WordPad really doesn’t offer much in the way of formatting: there’s no spellcheck, no fancy editing tools, and it takes me a level of two of washing this shit before I actually send it over to Roob for her to do whatever she does with it.
But I think I’m starting to feel a shade better about my formatting peccadilloes, and how better to use them to mold what I am trying to say, as I am saying it. My reason for doing this is quite simple, and that is so that I don’t go back and read something that I’m going to regret having written, and not have spent more time or formatting and editing. I mean, in life, when we say things, we don’t get second chances. You gotta say the right thing, at the right time, and you’ve got to say it right the first time, and every time, forever amen.
Practice makes perfect.
Repetition, repetition, repetition.
Practice makes perfect.
Repetition, repetition, repetition.
Practice repetition makes repetition perfect repetition.
^Morrissey – Break up the Family^
I just saw a pretty cool Tweet, that was cool, because it had leaves in it. There was a really cool star made out of sticks and twine, and I had some thoughts on that too, but what really interested me was the leaves. Dunno bout choo, but I love picking up leaves and looking at them. Well, leaves that have fallen. Leaves on the tree are best observed where they are, but I’ve been known to pick them.
Anyway, I love to look at leaves, check out the patterns, think about how they developed and why, make crazy assumptions about how these patterns suit needs in many ways, etc., etc.. But with respect to the leaves in this particular picture, what I got to thinking about was…
“how in the FUCK do those leaves look so nice?”
I can’t get a super close look at the leaves, but they certainly aren’t crushed…so how in the fuck did someone go out and collect a bunch of leaves without crushing them? OR…is that part of the ritual? Just…go out and grab a fuckton of leaves, cram em’ all into a bag, then sort the shit when you get home. Crushed ones here, uncrushed ones there.
Le YIKES!!! Sounds like a metaphor for pre-dating and post-dating romantic encounters.
^World On Fire (Junkie XL Club Mix)^
Not that you particularly care, but where my mind was buzzing around today was/is medicine.
Q: Is medical infrastructure medicine?
The only way to get everyone on board, is to cover all needs, up to and including, not needing at all. Giving your share away, because you don’t need it, but someone else does, and if they don’t now, they will later.
I wonder who that someone might be?
Anyway, there’s been a lot of things I’ve seen lately, that would appear to have nothing at all to do with medicine/standardized medicine, but they do. Lemme see if I can find some, that way we’ve got an audit trail, and proof, and other cool shit like that.
^Infusion — Legacy (Junkie XL Remix)^
Here’s an example…
Refusal of need(s) means that the relationship is over…right? If you don’t get what you need, when you need it, DIVORCE!!!
Everything must remain the same forever, or face elimination. It’s the only way. Can’t discern and discriminate until everything is the same, which allows us to discover our differences, and eliminate them.
OK, I’ll stop trying to be clever in my digging, and put it like this: If I’m married, and looking forward to sex with my wife tonight, but that afternoon she gets hit by a car and winds up in the hospital, can I still fuck her in the hospital bed?
I mean, assuming that she still wants to fuck. Or do I need to take a rain-check? Does she need to take a rain-check? What if she is insistent that I fuck her, because she fears it may be the last chance we get to do so? Or is the hospital going to have an opinion too? Is that an additional price of medical care? Do it my way, or else?
^Savages – You’re My Chocolate^
Here’s another one…
What could some “missile alert” have to do with medical care? Welp…if a war starts, a shitload of people are going to need a fuckton of band-aids.
Who is gonna make them?
Where are they getting their supplies?
Who is going to ship them?
Who is going to apply them?
And on, and on, and on...
Supposedly, our President said something recently about “the button” now being his own personal property. Dunno how that transfer of ownership happened, but that’s what I personally took away from the “my button is bigger than his” bit, or whatever it was.
As best I can tell, all of these things hover around continuance, and weave in and out of all kinds of other applications. Dunno bout you, but to me, that says someone is doing some weaving. Who? Does that matter? Do you care that you have a blanket when you need it, or is who made it important? We want everything to stay the same, and the only way to accomplish that, is change and changes.
^Le Couleur – Femme^
The bells…they hang silent, and scream.
But no one listens to them anymore.
^Sub Focus – X-Ray (Metrik Remix)^
When I start seeing the same Tweets over and over, coming from different people, does that mean that I have enough friends that I can dump one in favor of the other? I mean, who needs two friends that are damn near identical? Dump one, keep the other. They both regurgitate the same bullshit, so no big loss if I lose one. Losing weight is always popular.
^Jonathan Bree – You’re So Cool^
I’m not implying that “standardized medicine” is going to start producing standardized people, but it might contribute to the production of standardized people. I guess it all depends on how we look at things, and what we want to get out of them. Things are only worth a flying fuck, when and if they put out. If they don’t? Fuck ’em.
^boy pablo – Everytime^
I had to bring the trash in. I took it out this morning, but someone forgot that today is MLK‘s birthday, so I had to bring it back in. If it sits out in the alley for the next 3 days, it’ll get torn to shreds by stray dogs, cats, squirrels, opossums, skunks, and God knows what else.
Plus, yet again, the temperature has been dropping all day, and it’s supposedly supposed to snow @ 20:00/8:00 pm tonight. It’s currently 48°F/10°C, so we’ve got a ways to go if it’s going to snow. My “news” came via Whatshername, so I just went to check the weather, and I saw nothing about snow, and it’s not supposed to get cold till tomorrow. That said, it has gotten cloudy as fuck outside, and the wind is blowing pretty good.
Definitely feels like change is changing.
^Detlef – JayDee^
Here is where we ended this rhyme…upon this fancy dish.
The method could take some time…to feast upon this fish.
I’ll bang upon this wordy chime…something simple but cute.
Silence is the realm of the mime…so says the mute.
Something made of wheat…something filled with slime.
Cooked lovingly into a meat…and when eaten tastes sublime.
Climb upon this giving mound…climb to your summit I climb.
Howls in pain this foolish hound…my bonds downgraded to subprime.
I asked two different people for 8 words that rhymed, in 4 sets of 2 words each.
Below is what I got…
Person A: Fish – Dish, Wheat – Meat, Hound – Mound, Cute – Mute
Person B: chime, climb, rhyme, slime, time, mime, subprime, sublime
There’s always a fucking smart ass 😉
Anyway, I used those 16 words, and created that nonsense above. Hence, where it ended, is actually where it began, but not really. Anyway, thanks to you ladies for playing along.
^Leftwing & Kody – What You Sayin^
It’s against my religion to ask others to assist me in any poetry writing efforts. And yet, for some reason, I asked for assistance. I guess I don’t like my religion anymore, and needed a way out. NOBODY leaves a religion on good terms…
Maybe that’s where a lot of this weirdness and confusion comes from. Do I really need to be in church every fucking time the doors are open? If a church closes down because I didn’t show up, maybe that church needed to close. We’ve got churches every-fucking-where here. These seminaries are pumping out clergy, year after year, and they’ve got to have somewhere to go…right? Need a flock to lead?
Can't have shepherds without sheep.
And supposedly, America is motherfucking STOCKED with sheep. Which…did you see that Tweet up there about increasing sales of lamb? Um…ever thought that maybe…instead of slaughtering a fuckton of sheep like your life depended on it, maybe let a cull slide here and there. Doing without on occasion, might help us better deal with what it’s like, to forget what it is like, to be fat and happy.
PLUS!!!…it’ll give some reprieves to some little lambs that might be looking for a longer-term shepherd.
^Nitrous Oxide – Orient Express^
Someone Tweeted this story…
…and it got me to thinking about a brief conversation that I had with a certain someone about Twitter execs supposedly snooping on their users.
First of all, there is a line of thinking, where certain people attempt to…erm…“take their destiny into their own hands” by joining the machine that monitors. They do this, thinking that they can somehow transcend the monitors and monitoring, by joining the club. But I got a question about “ascension”, irrespective of when and how it occurs…
Q: Now what?
Yeah…did you remember to take a parachute with you? If so, did you pack it yourself, because just because you aren’t being monitored today, doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be monitored tomorrow.
I’m not proposing a defeatist attitude towards people taking things that don’t belong to them, nor people snooping on others just because they can. But if you took the time to watch the video above from 1969 where the people were dancing to the “Pop Corn” song, you’ll notice that their rhythm was all over the fucking place. Some fast, some slow, some trying to dance this way, others trying to dance that way…adjusting to something new. Lots of figuring out to be done there.
^Planet Jazz- Monster ??!^
Same goes for anything new I guess. Takes a while to find a rhythm. Takes a while to adjust to a rhythm. Gonna be a lot of impatient motherfuckers getting antsy. Wanting shit “RIGHT GODDAMN NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!”, and I understand that kind of thinking, but maybe cut down on the coffee and chill dipshits. Get two shots in your Starbucks instead of four. Or hell, up it to eight.
I hate when these motherfuckers tell me I’m gonna get left behind, and then the next day they tell me the same bullshit. Welp, if I got left behind, how in the fuck are we having this conversation? Anyone that tells me “I’m gonna get left” is prolly angling me. Or did I just assume your intentions?
^Sven Väth & Barbarella – My Name Is Barbarella^
There are some days that I just want to crawl under a rock and die. But I’ve been here before, and I survived it then, so why wouldn’t I survive it now? Just because I’m 50 years old and completely worthless, welp, that inspires me to keep moving. Seeing things like that ant, holding on for dear life, inspires me. Hang on while the storm blows, and move the best you can, when you can, as the storm relents.
I mean, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, nature sometimes needs us to hunker down for a bit? Sit tight. If you’ve not considered that, just keep in mind that we sleep. So maybe not just and only storms sometimes do the trick with respect to getting us to chill at bit.
^Sven Väth – Extra welt / Zu Fuss^
A quick spin round, and to, is the thing now to do.
Outside, real quick, to check on this snow, the news is thick.
Back, not a goddamn thing, not a goddamn flake, not one flake to see, except…me.
‘Tis cold and cloudy, no snow, plenty of wind, I’m pouty.
But not sad, not mad, not glad, not yet, no snow I’d bet.
But why bet on the weather, it’s always coming together, just like laces in a shoe.
And not to be too bold, but warm or cold, I’d like to curl up with you.
Definitely colder outside, but the air has a warm feeling to it. The air is heavy. Feels heavy.
^Mark Jenkyns – Sirens Feat. Mizbee (Original Mix)^
This is interesting, but the story goes from…
“they have devised a novel method that maps electrical circuits in the brain”
“enabled them to map out all 250 cells that make up a microcircuit in part of a mouse brain that processes smell”
From "Brain" to "Mouse Brain" pretty fucking fast.
The fact they’re tinkering in areas that process smell is pretty fucking impressive, but to what end? It seems there are elements that are wanting to ban anything and everything that supposedly makes us sick. So…what’s the reason for research like this?
Once alcohol and cigarettes are gone, and plants are completely under the control of corporations and/or government, freewill can be tamed, and there’ll be nothing left for anyone to do…right? Or am I being to shallow and not looking at the greater picture and the big good.
That said, the article only mentions the word “mouse” once, “mice” not at all, and “brain” ten times. Let’s check out “the big study” and see where that leads us.
Architecture of a mammalian glomerular domain revealed by novel volume electroporation using nanoengineered microelectrodes
I knew it. Conspiracy.
Mystery = SOLVED!!! Next!
^Franky Rizardo – Killa Bees (Original Mix) [Sola]^
However, identifying the totality of cells belonging to such neuronal modules, the “inputs” and “outputs,” remains a major challenge.
That’s from the “Neuronal Circuits” article above, but I’m still perplexed about the “I/O” nature of thinking in science. I mean, what if information processing takes a fuckton longer than you think it does? Something unique to me, may not be unique to you, so to say something always processes information in the same way(s) seems…foolhardy. Not to mention that the nature of your “I/O” thinking is prolly backwards to begin with. Meaning, you’ve not stop to consider that “I/O” is a simultaneous process that happens at the same time. Perhaps even at the same time, at the same point, and happens multiple times. Like a sequence.
EX: In order to get in, and I mean in, and only in, you need a sequence of registers that simultaneously register: I, O, O, I, I, O, O, I, I, I, O.
I’m suggesting that a sequence of “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may be required just to get in. There’s prolly going to be some embedded encoding within the “IN” key that allows the potential, for an “OUT” key to be generated, depending on the information that follows the “IN” key.
Am I really suggesting that this I/O sequencing into the brain is going to be that complex? Nope. It’s not going to be that easy. I’m suggesting that it’s going to be a fuckton more complex than that.
^Eli Brown – Get Down^
Thinking like that shouldn’t be that much of a stretch. We are talking about trapping here, information processing and retention, data preservation. That means there are going to be FUCKTONS of traps preventing you from getting in, and perhaps even allowing you to get in. Getting out is another matter entirely. I mean, DNA is pretty complex…right?
If the model of tumblers that I see in my head is even partially correct with respect to how information is processed and potentially stored within the body. Um…you better get out your stopwatches and start thinking about time, times, and a fuckton of time and times, then you better start thinking about friction, atrophy, decay, motion, what constitutes energy over time…and a fuckton of other things. I guess I’m thinking about things like that, because “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may get you in today, but tomorrow may require “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”.
How long are you willing to monitor this shit? Yeah…why not hook this shit up to your own brain, then you monitor yourself and let others monitor you for the rest of your life. We’ll keep you posted on how it all turns out. Srsly…we will. You’re in good hands. I’ve practiced on thousands of grapefruits.
^CamelPhat – Drop It^
Lemme explain why I’m thinking in those lines, assuming that I possess the ability to do so.
We are talking about information…correct? Are you going to use the first key that works? Welp, what if that key, sends all information to one place, and one place only?
There’s GOT to be more to the routing system than just and only one key. What happens when you send a message, but the pathway is already occupied, and the message cannot be sent in totality? Are you prepared with how to deal with “packet loss” and the like? I mean…doesn’t the brain supposedly work differently/better in the mornings for certain things, and differently/worse in the evenings for those same things? Let’s say that the following is true…
Key 1: “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out”
Key 2: “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”
Key 3: “iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, iN, oUT”
Key 4: “nI, nI, nI, nI, nI, tuO, nI, nI, nI, nI, nI”
Let’s say that applying those four keys, in sequence, will get you in, through, and back out, without making a single change to anything. Basically, a ping, and a response acknowledging that your sequence was correct, and that the system recognized/recognizes that you are trying to gain access, do nothing except gain access, get through, and return. This response is neither friendly, nor unfriendly. Basically just a response of “I heard you”.
Q: How are you going to interpret that?
Might wanna give it some thought. “Space” and “messages from space” are prolly not just and only going to come from one place or another. Might wanna give that some thought as well. I’m sure as shit chewing on it.
^Charles Pierre – Directions (Original Mix)^
Something else to consider…
I am a human.
To say that I’ve no knowledge of my own makeup is…
I have knowledge of self.
Some anyway 😉
I am a someone, (Individual Human)
that is part of a group, (Humans)
that is also part of a group, (Life)
and this group of groups contains unlimited groups (Lives).
So yeah…to say that it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, that are more “scientific” in nature, while possessing none of the “skill and knowledge” that these scientific modalities create? That it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, because I possess none of the machinery… None of the training… none of the skills… none of the experience… none of the peer support…and on and on?
Welp...you'd be right about that.
Within the scope of the entirety of things, not sure what that means tho.
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^
^Pleasurekraft & Green Velvet – Skeleton Key (Format B Remix)^
*/puffs… You got here before me, Clicky…/pats snout… *
Sew there you have it, Dear Reader – a poetic missive shambles inspired by thoughts on medicine…
c. 1200, “medical treatment, cure, remedy,” also used figuratively, of spiritual remedies, from Old French medecine (Modern French médicine) “medicine, art of healing, cure, treatment, potion,” from Latin medicina “the healing art, medicine; a remedy,” also used figuratively, perhaps originally ars medicina “the medical art,” from fem. of medicinus (adj.) “of a doctor,” from medicus “a physician” (from PIE root *med- “take appropriate measures”); though OED finds evidence for this is wanting. Meaning “a medicinal potion or plaster” in English is mid-14c.
To take (one’s) medicine “submit to something disagreeable” is first recorded 1865. North American Indian medicine-man “shaman” is first attested 1801, from American Indian adoption of the word medicine in sense of “magical influence.” The U.S.-Canadian boundary they called Medicine Line (first attested 1910), because it conferred a kind of magic protection: punishment for crimes committed on one side of it could be avoided by crossing over to the other. Medicine show “traveling show meant to attract a crowd so patent medicine can be sold to them” is American English, 1938. Medicine ball “stuffed leather ball used for exercise” is from 1889.
It is called a “medicine ball” and it got that title from Prof. Roberts, now of Springfield, whose fame is widespread, and whose bright and peculiar dictionary of terms for his prescription department in physical culture is taught in every first-class conducted Y.M.C.A. gymnasium in America. Prof. Roberts calls it a “medicine ball” because playful exercise with it invigorates the body, promotes digestion, and restores and preserves one’s health. [“Scientific American Supplement,” March 16, 1889]
I’m off now to spend some time with Thoughtful Man, and Clicky is…