I’ve got a day’s leave today, Dear Reader, and it’s absolutely pissing down outside, so here’s a shamble to start the week. This morning I read Amber had gone. Here’s a summary…
*Whoa! …/lights up… That’s some manspreadin’ he’s got going on there for the cameras… /drags deeply… Maybe it’s where he stashes his packet… /blows… There’ll be outrage…*
Still, us Wimminvolk are fortunate indeed that there’s a female politician, brobdingnagian in stature, just waiting in the wings and poised to take his remit firmly in hand…
*/guffaws… car-crash in slow motion… /drags… Not exactly quick on her feet, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… I wonder if she’s considered changing her stance? …/flicks ash…*
Whether or not Amber’s departure will lead to an irreparable loss of confidence in top politician bitch™, and another General Election…
*Fuck ’em! …/final drag… All of ’em… /streams smoke… Regardless of sex, politicians are a bunch of cunts…*
*Ugh, ghastly biscuits, Clicky… /sticks out tongue in disgust… It was bad enough smelling them being made, walking past the the Peeky Freaky factory, twice a day… /flicks lighter… Snot my taste… /lights up…*
This week, Dear Reader, I have been introducing Cade to Doctor Who. He’s a Who Noob…
*Knot anymore he ain’t, Clicky… /snickers…*
… And last night I also introduced him to the the Noble Donna…
*Martha was the night before, Clicky… /drags… And Rose and Captain Jack at the weekend… /streams smoke…*
*No River Song is tonight, Clicky… /puffs contentedly…*
“If you ever see a little blue box, flying up in the sky, you shout for me Gramps.”
Thoughtful Man and I had a blue box experience today, Dear Reader…
*/puffs angrily… Is there nuffin the bint won’t do to get out of Brexit, Clicky? /flicks ash… Don’t answer…*
Because I work on the 13th floor of the Tower, and because I have to take at least 20 minutes for lunch for my ‘health and safety’ – my time is flexible; I can bank the rest – I take one cigarette to work with me each day. Carried in a salvaged, old-style box. Today’s was a Mayfair box…
“You’ll never guess what happened at lunch today,” I told Thoughtful Man, shrugging off my coat, after he’d brought me home from work. He’s thoughtful like that. “I gave my cigarette to a tramp.”
Thoughtful Man squinted hard, the way he does when I mention I’ve given something away. Or interacted with tramps. I have form…
*That’s another story, Clicky… /final drag… Now don’t interrupt… /stubs butt… I’m tryin’ to fiction-all-lies an actual factual happening… /blows smoke rings…*
“Why?” he asked bluntly.
“Because she asked me for it,” I said innocently, slipping out of my work shoes and rolling down my tights. The first thing I do when I get home is strip off my work clothes. The change from formal to informal is one of the little pleasures I take from my day.
Thoughtful Man’s squint soften slightly. “She?”
“Yes. I saw her in the lobby of Tower as I was going out to smoke. Didn’t think anything of it ‘cos we get all sorts coming in everyday,” I said, pulled my dress up over my head. “Anyway, I went and sat in my usual place on the window ledge, round the side of the building. It’s less windy.”
Thoughtful Man was silent but I just knew what he was thinking…
*I’ll get there, if you stop interrupting me! …/huffs…*
I pulled on some jogging bottoms and Thoughtful Man’s old, raggedy sweatshirt. “And I’d nearly finished smoking my cigarette, when the lady tramp ambles round the corner. She was holding up a bottle of perfume.”
“Perfume?” Thoughtful Man interrupted me. “Like she was going to mace you?”
“Yeah. Do you know her?”
Thoughtful Man sighed; he encounters all sorts every day too driving his taxi round the mean streets of our town. “She’s completely fucking mad. I saw her today as well, when I was standing on the rank.”
I plonked myself in my Library chair and lit up a cigarette. “She didn’t spray me or anything. She asked me for a cigarette. I only had the one and I’d nearly finished smoking it. I said ‘Sorry’ and showed her the empty Mayfair box.”
“What did she say?”
I grabbed our small dog, who’d been buzzing round my feet, trying to lick my ankles. “She asked me for the one I was smoking. So I gave it to her.” I ruffed Poppy’s floppy ears and she gave me a smelly, wet, licky kiss in return. “And then she asked me for the empty packet.”
Thoughtful Man stiffened. “Did you give it to her?”
“Well yeah. I’ve got other empty boxes saved.” Oh how I hate the god-awful plain packaging government has foisted on us.
Poppy jumped off my lap and trotted over to Thoughtful Man, who picked her up for a tummy tickle. “I must have seen her after you did because, when she walked past me, she threw an empty Mayfair box at my feet.”
“Really?” I asked with a squint. I didn’t know whether to be amazed at her aim or annoyed that she’d dumped my little, blue box. “Did you pick it up?”
“No.” Thoughtful Man looked aghast. “She’d screwed it up.”
“Damn!”
*Shit! …/clocks time… I’ve got a double-bill planned for Cade tonight. We’d better finish up, Clicky… /pats snout… Still, no work tomorrow, eh? Come on flexible time!*
A tweet caught my attention this morning, Dear Reader…
I’m not that keen on the VEG(etari)AN movement. I don’t trust it’s zealotry and I certainly don’t trust it’s sponsors…
…Butt, as I’d mentioned last weekend, The Secret Sun site has been busy cataloging the current de-luge of Vega/Vegas/Vegan media messaging…
*That’s a concise little video, Clicky… /lights up… Thanks for pulling it out… /drags… I’d only heard of Jeff Buckley for the first time in the Blue universe… *
…I was intrigued to what they were up to now, so I decided to go and have a look at the “so sad and utterly depressing” article for myself…
*/smirks… I doo like to catch a Roobee reference, Click… /snorts smoke…*
‘My current favourite dinner item is Iceland’s hash brown fries (seriously, try them), dipped in mayo (I never said I was classy).
‘Now, I’ve got two ride or die vegan mayos – Plamil’s garlic mayo, and Vegenaise (only if it’s on offer, because it’s hella expensive) but my eye wandered today when I discovered that there’s a new mayo in town.
‘And it’s made from waste water from the hummus industry.
‘Yup, Rubies in the Rubble mayo is made using aquafaba – the water drained from tins of chickpeas and other legumes. It translates from Latin as ‘bean water’.’
*Mmm… I like hummus, Clicky… /taps ash… And I like mayo… /puffs… especially with ham… /smacks lips…*
*/deep drag… Way to kill the messenger eh, Clicky? …/fiddles with lighter… *
… I confess, Dear Reader, when I read ‘chickpea’ in the article, Cicero sprang to mind…
‘Cicero’s cognomen, or personal surname, comes from the Latin for chickpea, cicer. Plutarch explains that the name was originally given to one of Cicero’s ancestors who had a cleft in the tip of his nose resembling a chickpea. However, it is more likely that Cicero’s ancestors prospered through the cultivation and sale of chickpeas. Romans often chose down-to-earth personal surnames. The famous family names of Fabius, Lentulus, and Piso come from the Latin names of beans, lentils, and peas, respectively.’
… Roman Beans, Lentils and Peas, all vegan staples, but what is ‘aquafaba’? Back to the offending article…
”Of course, using aquafaba to make mayo isn’t new – the aforementioned vegan mayos use aquafaba from soy beans – but Rubies’ aquafaba is a byproduct of the hummus industry.
‘‘We were inspired to get back into the kitchen after we saw a vegan foodie blogger was making gorgeous looking meringue with aquafaba, saying it performed just like egg whites,’ says Rubies co-founder, Jenny Costa.’
*You just had to bring it back to physics, Clicky… /rolls eyes… *
*Yeah… /pats snout… I don’t understand it either… /final drag… Shall we wrap this one up?*
*What?… /stubs butt…*
*Oh fuck! Well that’s even more of a reason for hummus producers to sell their been water to the vegans… Waste not, want knot…*
Apparently, we are in the midst of a great ‘Chickpea Crisis‘, Dear Reader…
*I know! Shh…*
‘The price of popular brand Me Too! has gone up by 12p for a 250g pot and 19p for a 500g pot. But the makers say the price rises have been down to the supermarkets.’
Whoa! Brand #metoo is getting kinda pricey. I think we need a Song 😉
‘The idiom the straw that broke the camel’s back, alluding to the proverb “it is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back”, describes the seemingly minor or routine action which causes an unpredictably large and sudden reaction, because of the cumulative effect of small actions.’
Lots to cover in this Sat ‘ere day post, Dear Reader. First, let’s start with a ridiculous ‘camel’ item of news that crossed my twitter feed yesterday…
‘A camel beauty contest in Saudi Arabia has been rocked by scandal after 12 ships of the desert were disqualified because their owners had used Botox on them.
‘Prize money for the Miss Camel contest runs into millions of pounds, making the temptation to cheat irresistible for some.’
*A camel walk instead of cat-walk eh, Clicky? …/lights up…*
‘Competitors in the beauty contest are rated on, amongst other things, the size of their lips and cheeks, which is where the illicit use of Botox comes in.’
Generally botox, a highly toxic substance, is known for being used cosmetically to remove wrinkles in the upper third of the face. But wrinkles around the mouth? Well, that leads me onto the ridiculous ‘straw’ item of news that I saw yesterday, Dear Reader. Time for a ‘selfie’, this taken in the Blue universe of Frank Davis and his post ‘Obsession‘…
So let me get this straight: waiting staff, the very people smokers were thrown out onto the street to ‘save’, can now be fined $1,000 and/or jailed for providing customers with an unsolicited plastic straw…
*/deep drag… Hmm… Desert ships and an angry octopus, Clicky? …/thinks… Octo-pussy? …/*
*Ha! /streams smoke… Bonded… /taps ASH… The baddie crashes the plane… /sucks on cig…*
Funnily enough, following the last LoL post, Cade has did indeed written a music review, and one of the albums both he and his son, Poncho, reviewed was Lunar Womb by The Obsessed…
*/cough… It’s not my kind of music I’m afraid, Clicky, but I’ll accept Poncho’s word that “If Black Sabbath fucked Black Flag’s attitude after smoking a fat ass J, you have this album”… /continues puffing… Fascinating reading though…*
I also rewatched The Zero Theorem last night, Dear Reader. Cade watched it as well as he’d never seen it. He wasn’t around on MEROVEE in March 2014, when just posting the trailer for the film turned the Red universe of Frank and commentators upside down…
“neutral particle smaller than a neutron,” 1934, from Italian neutrino, coined 1933 by Italian physicist Enrico Fermi from neutro“neuter” (see neuter (adj.)) + -ino, diminutive suffix.
neuter (adj.)
late 14c., of grammatical gender, “neither masculine nor feminine,” from Latin neuter“of the neuter gender,” literally “neither one nor the other,” from ne-“not, no” (from PIE root *ne-“not”) + uter“either (of two)” (see whether). Probably a loan-translation of Greek oudeteros“neither, neuter.” In 16c., it had the sense of “taking neither side, neutral.”
neuter (v.)
1903, from neuter (adj.). Originally in reference to pet cats. Related: Neutered; neutering.
*Another straw, Clicky? Or Catty Newman…/smirks… the culture of ‘zero tolerance’ is inherently weak… /final drag… it has never learnt to tolerate… /shrugs…*
And speaking of neutral, I spotted a familiar face, topped with straw coloured hair on a bus in the film. I hadn’t spotted before, and it synced with another news story I read yesterday that involved a Swiss church. In the film, Qohen lives in an fire damaged church…
‘Scientists in the Swiss city of Basel have solved a decades-old mystery over the identity of a mummified woman.
‘Their research revealed a surprise: the woman is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother of UK Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson.
‘The body was uncovered in 1975 while renovations were being done on Basel’s Barfüsser Church.’
*And another camel, Clicky …/stubs butt…*
‘Now the scientists and the historians were sure: the mummy was none other than Anna Catharina Bischoff. Born in Basel in 1719, she died there in 1787.
‘Once her identity had been established, genealogists were able – with the help of the efficient records of births, marriages, and deaths which tend to be kept by the wealthier classes – to trace more of Anna Catharina’s descendants.
‘She had seven children. Only two survived childhood, but one daughter, also Anna, married a certain Christian Hubert Baron Pfeffel von Kriegelstein. Five generations of von Pfeffels later, and we find Marie Luise von Pfeffel marrying one Stanley Fred Williams.
‘Their daughter Yvonne married Osman Wilfred Johnson Kemal… and their son, Stanley Johnson, is British Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson’s father.’
Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader ❤ … And have a Song… 😉
Old English feower “four; four times,” from Proto-Germanic *fedwor- (source also of Old Saxon fiuwar, Old Frisian fiower, fiuwer, Frankish *fitter-, Dutch vier, Old High German fior, German vier, Old Norse fjorir, Danish fire, Swedish fyra, Gothic fidwor “four”), from PIE root *kwetwer- “four.” The phonetic evolution of the Germanic forms has not been fully explained; Watkins explains the -f- as being from the following number (Modern English five).
To be on all fours is from 1719; earlier on all four (14c.). Four-letter word as a euphemism for one of the short words generally regarded as offensive or objectionable is attested from 1923; four-letter manis recorded from 1920 (apparently as a euphemism for a shit). Compare Latin homo trium litterarum, literally “three-letter man,” a euphemism for fur “a thief.” A four-in-hand (1793) was a carriage drawn by four horses driven by one person; in the sense of “loosely tied necktie” it is attested from 1892. To study The History of the Four Kings (1760, compare French Livres des Quatre Rois) contains an old euphemistic slang phrase for “a pack of cards,” from the time when card-playing was considered a wicked pastime for students. Slang 4-1-1 “essential information” (by 1993) is from the telephone number called to get customer information. The four-color problem so called from 1879. The four-minute mile was attained 1954.
Dear Reader, now we have for you the last course of the evening. We hope you’ve enjoyed Cade à la carte. Word of warning: there will be something cheesy at the end. Enjoy!
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The other day, whatshername bought what is potentially the stinkiest and most foul smelling Christmas candle ever made. I’ve been nauseated and throwing up ever since I first smelled it. Of course, all of the stress of the past coupla weeks may also have played a role. Not to mention that my foot and leg cramps have been quite wicked over the past few weeks. But yeah…that candle she bought? Holy FUCK does it stink! Smells like some unGodly cross between pine a scented cleaner/disinfectant and modeling glue.
^beauty is the enemy^
While looking for pictures, I stumbled onto the above, and wondered what they were modeling. Luckily for me, Google Images provides a link to the source.
I wonder as to the things that are found when tinkering at these levels, and these things came to be where they are so as to be discovered by those individuals that discover them? Lots to think about there.
^Animal Collective – My Girls (2009)^
LegIron made a rather awesome and awesomely interesting post yesterday.
That’s what set me to writing in the first place. I spared the comments section of his blog the majority of my verbal wrath, and saved it for RooBeeDoo’s blog. 😛
^Animal Collective – Golden Gal^
So in addition to LegIron’s blabbering, which in-turn inspired mine, someone posted a link to some Google Search results that got me to thinking about some stuff I’ve seen about what is going on in Africa. Much like Asia, Africa is also kinda “The West’s dumping grounds” with respect to not giving a flying fuck what is going on there. That said, I cruised some of the search results and came upon some interesting reading for anyone who might choose to read further.
Do you care? Are the tiny bits of this from here, and the tiny bits from there important? I mean, we’re talking about finite bits of certain things in electronics…right? You yourself have little to no impact. Not to mention that we gotta keep the economy going…
right?
How many TV’s do you own?
How many computers do you own?
How many cellphones do you own?
How many houses are on your street?
How many streets in your neighborhood?
How many neighborhoods in your town?
Yep...shit gets exponential...quick.
I mean…you don’t think they sell sand by the grain do you?
^Black Sun Empire & Audio – Drizzle^
But what the Google Search results link really made me think of, was Tantalum.
I saw a documentary sometime back that showed people walking for miles carrying this stuff to the border of a neighboring country, because it was illegal to export Tantalum from their own country. The country in which the Tantalum was sold, would then sell/export to France, who then sold it elsewhere. I can’t find the actual documentary I saw, but I found one that is equally disturbing, and both extremely uplifting and heartbreaking. Lot more to lots of this bullshit than just only minerals and money.
^Congo, My Precious. The Curse of the coltan mines in Congo^
I’m currently only 22 minutes in to the above video. And with all of the crap that I’ve seen in the above video thus far, one of the most horrifying is @ 22:14 where the narrator mentions that he started to work for MONUSCO.
Being an American, I know that there are schools of thought that sometimes believe that letting European nations flounder in their own messes is the correct course. But there is an underlying creepiness to some of these lines of thinking. As in, let the Europeans rot, then we can swoop in and take over where they failed. Who are we forgetting?
^Starsailor – Four To The Floor (Thin White Duke Mix)^
Q: Where is The UN located?
A: New York, New York, USA.
That’s weird. How can “United Nations”, plural, be centrally located? Not to mention, that if The United Nations is headquartered in New York? I think they’ve been stepping out.
^Joe Jackson – Steppin’ Out Lyrics^
Steppin’ out…branching out…whatevz. Gotta distribute those peace branches equally I guess.
If you want to get creative and/or clever, there are all kinds of ways of getting what you want. That can sometimes include letting someone else get what they want. Feel free to bend and twist that one six ways from Sunday if you so choose. Just maybe keep Pandora in mind here and there.
^Pink Floyd – Another Brick In The Wall (Vintage Culture Remix)^
If we humans can learn to do things from great distances both far and near, why is it such a stretch to think that other beings can do the same? Or is it because there is no proof that other beings exist? Maybe there’s a reason for that. We’ve gotten pretty high on ourselves. I can see there being the potential for conflict if one party or another is forced to start having to explain themselves. Things could get ugly.
^In-Grid – Tu Es Foutu (Hi Quality)^
Guess what? It’s now currently 11:30 in the morning on December 12th of 2017…and it would appear that I am now officially a published author!!!
Yes, Anthology IV: ‘The Good, The Bad and Santa’ is now available to buy, Dear Reader…
*Interesting that the name of the restaurant I went to for Christmas lunch today, Clicky, is the name of a character in Cade’s story!*
And now for the cheese… As promised, from the Afterword of Vol. IV, corrupted lyrics this time. Festive one c/o Mssrs. Wells and Tormé… ‘The Fuckwits Song’… Enjoy!
Snowflakes melting at the tweets Trump fires
Putin laughing down his nose
“Russian hack!” sings the media choir
Addressing all folks like they’re Joe Schmoes
Everybody knows Kim Jong Un has some missiles too
Wants to set the world alight
Won’t be happy ‘til Japan is aglow
How do the Nips sleep at night
We all know that Brexit’s on its way
Except Remainers who still deny they’ve had their day
And every mother’s child has a new gender to try
We’ll see how that turns out by the by
And so I wonder about this coming year
Asking everyone I knew
I heard it said many times, many fear
2018 will be shit too
And so I wonder about this coming year
Asking everyone I knew
I heard it said many times, many fear
2018 will be shit too, 2018 will be shit too.
Dear Reader, I’m not gonna fuck about with a witty title today – it’s been that kind of day…
I was 15 minutes late for work this morning having got stuck in traffic, in a narrow side street, behind a skip swap…
*No, Clicky, skip swap. More than one skip… And it was not that fast…*
Once I arrived at work, I had to wait a fucking age for a lift because only 3 were working…
*No, I work on the 8th floor… that 16 flights of stairs, Clicky… You take the fucking stairs…*
Once in the office I set my PC up, made a coffee and started preparing for a day of A Level excitement when…
… An emergency fire drill. So, I filed all the way downstairs with several hundred colleagues. It had been overcast all morning but now it had decided to rain…
*Well, that’s as maybe Clicky, but I then you didn’t have to walk up 16 fucking flights of stairs afterwards because several hundred people, trying to get into the 3 working lifts, meant an incredibly long wait…/sigh…*
Anyhoo… It’s just been one of those days, so please enjoy the following missive from Cade, the Okie Devil in Texas. It’s his 72nd, but I guess you kinda know that already…
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If I had a nickel for every time that I said …”if I had a nickel for every time”… I’d have a surplus of deficits…of nickels…and surpluses and deficits of them.
Or something.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Melvins – Revolve (Music Video)^
Apologies for skipping the typical greetings and jumping to straight to the social graces of being apologetic for lack of social graces in the greeting department…but I have things on my mind. Things…like…black holes.
Q: When we are beyond the calculable, what is the standard currency for calculation?
A: ?¿HuH¿?
I guess this is why space travel is such a mystery to me. If observation is not the point of exploration, and elimination of mystery is the point of exploration…what’s the point?
Seems to me that it becomes an exercise in what went right.
Meaning...we are obsessed with being correct.
Yeah, this week, I’ve been watching some stuff I’ve already seen about space travel, but what best sums up the thoughts I’m trying to express here is a documentary about Australia. Primarily because I’ve been thinking a great deal about rocks and motion as it pertains to inter-dimensional overlap.
What in the FUCK is "interdimensional overlap"...you might ask?
Welp…the existence of the micro within the macro is gonna be the first thought.
Think of an atom that is here on Earth/Terra, embedded in some rock…but this atom is actually entangled with/connected to something outside of our solar system. It’s just sitting here chillin’ for a while before moving on.
^The Secrets of the Ordovician Age – Documentary^
Lotta red and orange sand, soils and clay in Australia. Which is weird, because there a lots of red sand, soils and clay in Texas and Oklahoma. I wonder if there is a connection there? I dunno…got me to thinking about stalactites and stalagmites, and more vertical pushes and pulls of gravity/gravities as it relates to subduction.
Yeah...more straight up and down over time over times.
Our planet does seem to spin. It even wobbles. And what is up at noon, is down 12 hours later, and back to up 12 hours after that…
so…yeah…
…lateral gravity waves that can be as finite as a single atom pushing here and pulling there, in more comprehensible/acceptable timelines. Not that I think you strive to commercialize everything. But you will publish your findings will you not?
Q: Where?
A: ...
Yeah…thinking that continents appearing and disappearing may have more to do with more than just rising/falling sea levels and plate tectonics. Lotta changes have happened over the last 12,500 years, and all of those changes are unique.
Maybe if you think along the lines of gasses within solids and/or fluidic solids, like frozen methane in seawater, the soup within our planet will make more sense as to why it’s prolly not what we think it is. Not all the time anyway.
^Deep Forest – Deep Forest Sweet Lullaby official video^
So yeah…black holes of the micro variety. If these are in fact destroyed at the moment of creation by these high-energy machines, how can you be sure that they actually originated here?
Therefore, how can you be sure that they are able to be destroyed OR created?
Maybe they are able to be moved…but can be neither created nor destroyed. They can be summoned…if you will.
I know, I know…you don’t like that thought AT FUCKING ALL!!!
Welp…what makes you think that I do? Cause I can assure you, I don’t. I like it even less when I think about where I’m going next.
Q: Is it possible for a micro black hole to become entangled with a human or other life form?
A: ...
Yeah…I wonder about “the storms” and “the storms within storms” as it relates to the more casual participant. If you think “chromium in water”… here, maybe this, erm, unfortunate participant, won’t seem like such a stretch.
^Led Zeppelin – Four Sticks (1972 Bombay Sessions)^
So what's this business all about?
Welp…light more than anything. Along with gamma rays. So yeah, it’s kinda about speed(s) and how these pertain to wormholes of various kinds. So, yeah, novae…and maybe they aren’t what we think they are. I mean, the best way to extinguish a fire is via detonation, but this does not use up available fuel…let alone all of it. As a matter of fact, this tends to preserve energy/fuel(s) more than anything.
So thinking contextually about a single microscopic singularity that consisted of everything in a single point just prior to the big bang … um…
Q: Where were you?
A: !!!
Contextually, you were more when than where. BUT you were still where, so contextually… how small was this microscopic singularity? I mean, if you were able to view it then from whereyou were then– when then was then – how small was it?
What I am stumbling around is this notion of the creation of a machine that allows for time-travel more along the lines of how we currently view it.
Meaning...past is past, present is present, future is future.
But you make a lot of assumptions about time there. Especially as time relates to matter.
EX: We’re gonna count to one(1). But this one(1)/this particular one(1), yeah, it’s going to take us a while to count it. That’s because this particular one(1) is going to be a measure of distance from one side of The Universe to the other. Trillions of trillions of years are going to elapse elsewhere, all while we ourselves travel from zero to one.
^Robert Plant | ‘Big Log’ | Official Music Video^
I guess I’m seeing some things that maybe science doesn’t want to see, because they assume that these things are prohibitive or inhibiting.
Welp…as much as government is in bed with science, we’re going to have to bring up self-restraint here since you are going to be contradictory with your application(s) of what is acceptable, and when via who. Prolly why there is such a desire to segment and separate. It opens new pathways of exploration of the same goddamn premises and concepts via different modes and mediums.
Sorry…but that dog don’t hunt. It doesn’t change a goddamn thing. I don’t expect you to have answers for me personally, but I get the feeling that you are gonna have a shitload of them for me at some point, whether I want them or not.
^DOPE LEMON – Honey Bones^
Can’t help where or when or what you were born…but you can. And if you can help yourself get to wherever it is that you want to go…then…maybe I can help.
Just because someone is trying to rationalize something familiar, using modes and methods that are less familiar, doesn’t make it different.
But yeah...it does.
Afterall, it isn’t you…you’re just along for the ride. May I suggest shock-troops and water cannons? It’s the only way. Well…according to your own system and methods it appears to be the only way…so…what are you waiting for? Burn it all. That’s what you designed this shit for.
Good thinking.
^Good Morning – Warned You^
We all wanna be right, then kick up our feet and just sit around being right. Leaves plenty of time for telling everyone else how wrong they are, and then everyone and everything will be alright.
^Ruby Haunt – Honey^
I’ve been watching the following video/listening to this song repeatedly over the last week, and it got me to thinking about the movie The King’s Speech.
Why?
Welp…making a deficit an asset. I mean, the girl has a mouth full of braces…which HAS to be painful and/or uncomfortable enough without moving your mouth/jaw, let alone trying to sing. BUT…you got this fire in you to sing. So…you adapt. It’s amazing where creativity comes from sometimes.
^Suburban Lawns — Janitor^
This gets me to thinking about wheels a bit. More along the lines of cogs. Which has me to thinking about acne.
Yep...acne.
Especially in people that are growing/changing. I mean, have you really thought about what it takes to facilitate this change/these changes, or is everything blemish and blight?
Prolly much more to growing pains than just or simply…growing pains. Throw shaving in there, and this is prolly gonna help explain this “swelling” process that so many seem to encounter around and between the ages of 20-25 or so.
Marcella: You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Martin Q. Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Martin Q. Blank: Did you go to yours?
Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.
Movie = Grosse Pointe Blank
The first time she said that last line, the first time I saw that movie…it really stuck with me. The more I thought about it, and associated that “swelling” thought with my own troubles and travails…it really started to resonate.
At some point, the body is going to rebel. It’s going to start to wonder aloud, “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?” with respect to repetitive injury/injuries. Especially when the “healing modes and methods” are triggered within us, and shortly after, they are stymied (think aftershaves, lotions, chemicals, etc.).
I mean, I don’t use soap(s) hardly at all anymore, and yes, I realize that I prolly don’t smell like apple blossoms and/or fragrant spring orchids and/or worn leather…but am I supposed to? I read the back of the Head & Shoulders bottle, while I was taking a shit the other day…and it got me to wondering why my body is devoid of these chemicals if I need them so badly.
Sorry…but anything that you take away from me, I am going to spite you for it. Knowledge and wisdom are where they are, when they are. Take that ability from me, and yes, I will hate you for it.
If it has fallen to you, for whatever reason, to pass along what you have learned, how does one do that?
Snot as easy as it may sound.
Gonna be all kinds of people lined up to tell you how to proceed, what to do, how to do it, guidelines, rules, regulations, methods… blah, blah, motherfucking blah.
“And he put the wood in order, and cut the bullock in pieces, and laid him on the wood, and said, Fill four barrels with water, and pour it on the burnt sacrifice, and on the wood.”
Prolly some other stuff going on there, eh? How else do you learn? But I’m thinking of the need for some to find their own way. There’s still gonna be a shitload of hand-holding going on there at times. Some crazy fuck may even have you completely and totally convinced that they are indeed holding your hand…but you are actually operating on your own, with no assistance whatsoever. Might make it easier to deal with watching you stumble and fall when and if you do.
What am I talking about here? Simple…ones and zeros…same as always. Ones and zeros are ridiculously fucking dynamic, and sometimes not so much. That said, I still think that there are no answers to be had. ESPECIALLY when you come to me with a motherfucking SHITLOAD of answers you’ve already found, and these answers are only eclipsed in number by the FUCKTON of questions that you still have.
I mean...what did you expect these answers to do for you?
If you want to kick your feet up and chill, buy a goddamn footstool and chair, and kick your fucking feet up and chill.
Mystery = SOLVED! Chill!
^Filter- Hey man nice shot^
Back to black holes…I think that maybe these pathways that allow light to travel further and faster than we think, are prolly overlooked for ease of what we CAN see. But I think that diffusion, contextually, is gonna kick us in the ass in the long run there. There is no long path, nor short path, just…the path that is there.
I still don’t know what I have to offer, other than maybe some crazy theories that may make some fodder for science fiction stories. But it’s the machinery that really baffles me. Like this short vid that I saw this week that shows a robot struggling with a box, then eventually dropping the box, knocking a bunch of shit over in the process, then falling down and busting it’s own ass. You robot designers seem to have the technique down pat.
But for what reason?
What are you really looking for? And don’t give me this bullshit about replacing lost limbs on war vets and/or eliminating future war injuries by replacing human soldiers with robots. This is about power and powers. All kinds of powers and energies. Not trying to piss on your parade, but do you care that you are pissing on mine?
Just askin'.
^Melissa Etheridge – I’m The Only One (Music Video)^
Meh…
…ain’t no heart like a broken heart.
I gots no answers.
^Robert Plant | ‘In the Mood’ | Official Music Video^
“And the ass saw me, and turned from me these three times: unless she had turned from me, surely now also I had slain thee, and saved her alive.”
Welp…give The Book of Numbers a whirl. It’s actually a damn interesting read if you think about all those people as individuals. Maybe try to associate these people with a sister, brother, father, mother, aunt, uncle of your own…then think about these people as…glup…people.
Yeah…they all dressed like Druid Hippies, who were tripping balls on acid and had no Hendrix or Jopplin to listen to…but they prolly had their own crazy music to listen to…so you can prolly still relate.
I’m a lazy fuck, too, and would prefer to have everything handed to me and be done with it. But it hasn’t worked out that way for me. Based on my experience, it hasn’t worked out that way for anyone else either, but I tend to be an optimist like that. Yeah…I consider that optimism. And not in a “misery loves company” kind of way either. I just see some things on the horizon that are going to make cancer and cancer-related ailments seem like a 24 hour virus by comparison. And that’s not to diminish anyone with cancer, nor their suffering.
But this romance with immortality is gonna bust some asses whether you like it or not. Have you ever really considered immortality outside of the relief of your immediate fear of death and the unknown(s) that follow it? Yeah…I get the feeling that “the gods”…assuming they even exist…are in bondage 24/7, and they will be in that bondage forever.
Might wanna give time and times over time a thought or two there as you ponder the thought of being God or being a god. Whether or not they are real, the concept is real enough…
Therefore "if" gods exist is perhaps the wrong question to ponder.
But “when” they exist… if you can answer “when” they exist, “where” they exist is gonna get real goddamn pertinent all of a sudden like (lolz).
So yeah...um...where were we? (rofl)
^Slow Ride- Foghat (Full Version)^
X: Hi
Cade: Oh…hello there.
X: I didn’t think you were gonna let me talk in this one.
Cade: I din’t either. But it seemed…
X: Pertinent?
Cade: lolz…yeah…that.
X: …
^W.A.S.P. – Wild Child^
Prolly have kind of a pissy attitude in this whatever, and I apologize for that. My hands are fucking killing me. I can’t touch anything without them starting to bleed, and as a result, I ain’t been doing much. I had to wipe down a bag of chips, the chip clip andthe entire counter two days ago because I hadn’t realized that I was bleeding so bad until I noticed my spoon was covered in blood.
You kinda-sorta get used to the pain, and even the tearing pain becomes ignorable at many points…
even tho it hurts like a motherfucker
…but it comes and goes, and you never know when you may be bleeding without realizing it when you focus on ignoring the pain.
I was just looking at my thumbs, and if I had to give thumbprints, there wouldn’t be any. Just a few long lines where the skin is tearing, surrounded by large flat round areas that completely cover/obscure all of the ridges and whorls that are normally there. Almost like they are covered with tape…cept they are covered with callouses. Nevermind the morse-code looking bumps and lines on the thumbnails.
But yeah…it has had me thinking about ergonomics and motion quite a bit. Not that I know anyone who is working a new job that they are still acclimating to or anything, and notthat I am thinking about them and their changes/adaptations or anything.
But yeah, I am.
^The Guess Who – No Time^
Been holding my hands under hot water quite a bit. And I mean hot as in hot as FUCK hot until I can’t stand it anymore, which is usually quite a bit/takes quite a while.
As my hands begin to warm, I noticed that a lot of these “itches I cannot scratch” kinda rear their heads, but the heat helps with it. The pressure of, and the pulling of, the skin, is the worst part. It makes me wonder what in the FUCK is going on underneath with all of the connective tissues. Not like there is a goddamn tug-of-war going on there with my fingers pointing every goddamn direction and then some…but they are, and they do.
Nothing I can do about it tho.
Both index fingers are pulling so fucking hard and far to the left, that they put a shitload of strain on my thumbs. The middle fingers pull opposite to the index fingers, which causes the ring fingers to pull opposite of the middle fingers. It makes the middle and ring fingers look as if they are whispering to each other or gossiping…plotting.
lolz...seriously.
Looks like they are trying to work out how best to abandon ship at some point. But my toes do the same thing. It’s funny sometimes as I work on my feet placement and posture, it looks as tho the toes are talking to each other at various times and passing along messages. But that’s not a bad thing. I mean, in fact, that’s what toes do…right? Pass messages back and forth? Why wouldn’t the fingers do similar or the same? They are all connected after all.
^The Outfield – Your Love^
Ever been somewhere new, and wondered how you fit in?
Wondered how you can fit in?
Too slow…too fast…too right…too wrong.
(le sigh)
^Mountain – Mississippi Queen^
Better to have blah'd and blah'd, than to never have blah'd at all.
^Alannah Myles – Black Velvet^
I get the feeling that statues are not the target.
Maybe just…convenient.
Possibly even, that these statues are not armed, they pose no real threat.
(lolz)
“I went to the museum where they had all the heads and arms from the statues that are in all the other museums” – Stephen Wright
^Confederate Song – I Wish I Was In Dixie Land (with lyrics)^
I guess I see shit as taking a lot more time to come together/manifest than simply building a machine and making assumptions about the machine/machinery itself, and what it does. Leaves out a lot of shit, like what this machine doesn’t do. Not to mention what it does that cannot be perceived, and how long this machine and it’s components will continue to do whatever it is doing/has done/keeps doing.
That doesn’t mean that I am suggesting that things cannot be done better. But omitting the possibility that some things should not be done at all does concern me. You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t get caught, but you’ve already been caught…otherwise you wouldn’t be trying to hide or obscure whatever it is that you are doing. That tends to make getting caught the second time, third time, etc., just that much more profound.
^B-2 drops 80 JDAMs^
Yeah…it’s an “old” video, but this old shit is still lurking; it ain’t going anywhere, and it never was gonna go anywhere.
So what's the point?
Afraid someone is gonna try and convert you if you don’t blow their ass to dust first? I can see why not dealing with things on certain terms, that don’t appeal to you, can cause you to seek other modes, methods and means. But it seems to me that by negating them, you are simultaneously negating yourself andyour efforts.
Unless you can find a new enemy to replace them with once they are eliminated.
But that presumes that there was only one enemy on that list in the first place. So yeah…it’s not about who’s first…it’s about who’s next.
Have fun.
^David Bowie – I’m Deranged (With Lyrics)^
So…I’ve not looked it up, but that Feynman shit did get me to thinking a bit. Especially the similarities via that one Feynman diagram that caused me to see some other crazy shit, which in turn caused me to attempt to express it a bit through/via some shitty drawings of my own. Without a like interest or like interests tho, I’ve no real interest myself.
Meaning, without someone to talk to about them, yeah...fuck that noise.
It’s taken me decades to get a lot of that shit pushed to the back of my mind. No kindred spirit to talk to about this shit makes it pretty much not much fun when you DOwind up talking about it to someone else. Especially if they do not have specific questions. I could fill volumes of notebooks writing about shit that I’ve seen and see…but no one cares/no one will read it…so…why bother?
I’d been thinking about writing again on The Fourth Turning when Thoughtful Man sent me a video yesterday morning via Arse-about-Face Book. It showed one Millennial dissecting the views of another…
The Millennial Generation (Hero, born 1982–2004) first arrived amid “Babies on Board” signs, when abortion and divorce rates ebbed, the popular culture recast babies as special, and hands-off parental styles were replaced by Lamaze and attachment-parenting obsessiveness. Child abuse and child safety became hot topics, while books teaching virtues, values, and team-playing citizenship became best-sellers.
Perhaps that explains…
signal (n.) late 14c., “visible sign, indication,” from Old French signal, seignal“seal, imprint, sign, mark,” from Medieval Latin signale“a signal,” from Late Latin signalis (adj.) “used as a signal, pertaining to a sign,” from Latin signum“identifying mark, sign” (see sign (n.)). Restricted sense “agreed-upon sign” (to commence or desist, etc.) is from 1590s. Meaning “modulation of an electric current” is from 1855.
When I think of the previous Hero generation (born 1901 – 1924) that came of age during the last Fourth/Winter/Crisis Turning (1929 – 1945)…
*Hmm… anything on ‘values from 80 years ago, Clicky?*
*Interesting. How about child safety?*
*Ha!*
As Millennials began reaching their teens in the late 1990s, youth volunteering and community service surged—while teen rates of drinking, smoking, and violent crime declined steeply.
Appeasement didn’t work before, it’s doubtful it will work any better this time and I have to wonder what effect the hyperbolic Health education campaigns started the 1980s to protect ‘the children’ by ‘denormalising‘ smoking has had to the Heroes of today and their ability to accurately assess risk…
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.
While looking for pictures, I stumbled onto the above, and wondered what they were modeling. Luckily for me, Google Images provides a link to the source.
LegIron made a rather awesome and awesomely interesting post yesterday.
So what's this business all about?
