Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) đ
It now 11.02 on Sunday morning, Dear Reader, and I have just got up. I wrote something in this space last night but lost it because the updated WordPress editing function is supposed to save automatically… And IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!
*Knot helping, Clicky… /grimace… It saved my first inclusion but for the rest? …/sigh… I’m gonna have to start all over again…*
Made a big pot of beans yesterday at the request of whatshername since she sucks at it. Mainly because she wants to assemble ingredients, throw them together, then forget them until they are done. But beans require thoughtful attention for the first hour of cooking, and especially the first 30 minutes until the temperatures have stabilized somewhat. The second hour or so, you can check them about every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure that they are not sticking to the bottom of the pot, and freeing those beans that have begun to do so in order to keep them from burning.
At one point yesterday, I had to turn the heat down quickly for a moment because some of the beans had begun to stick to the bottom, meaning that the greases and oils from the sausage had not began to release into the water in sufficient quantities as of yet to order mingle with the beans and
A) help them keep from sticking to anything, and
B) mingle their flavor with the beans.
But as I did this, I noticed a huge puff of steam arise from the water that was not yet boiling. In amazement, I turned the heat back to full…and the steam stopped. Turned the heat back down, the steam appeared again. It got me to thinking about transition(s) and stimuli from a point of perceived instability. I mean…that is the point of boiling water…right?
To create an instability?
However, I began thinking about the videos I’ve seen of throwing pans of boiling water into the air when the temperatures are at or near sub-zero, and how some of that water will turn to steam and some to ice. This got me to thinking about relationships.
Q: Is it possible, that Richard Bach’s postulation that “Like Seeks Like” is applicable here?
Course, ya gotta keep in mind that I operate under a paradoxical modus operandi of age and ages and aging. Meaning that I do not hold to the notion that all particles of the same type are the same. Or as I word it…Similar <> Same.
(Similar != Same if you are a pretentious uber-nerd)
Meaning, that as change changes within that pot of beans, stability is sought via similarness in a changing environment. Yes, I am suggesting that even in the most extreme of conditions, that stability is the name of the game, even when and where none appear to exist. Why? Simple…will.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) đ
In mathematics, stability theory addresses the stability of solutions of differential equations and of trajectories of dynamical systems under small perturbations of initial conditions. The heat equation, for example, is a stable partial differential equation because small perturbations of initial data lead to small variations in temperature at a later time as a result of the maximum principle. In partial differential equations one may measure the distances between functions using Lp norms or the sup norm, while in differential geometry one may measure the distance between spaces using the GromovâHausdorff distance.
*Thank you, Clicky, butt I’m flying blind… I need another cup of coffee and a smoke…*
If this Universe that we live in, was not built to accommodate our will and wills, then how in the fuck do you propose that it works at all? Meaning, how can it function? How can it change?
Yep, I’m suggesting that there are streams to accommodate our will under given sets of circumstances. Seems simple when worded like that, eh? You can pound and pull metals into plates and wires, but what about the system and systems that facilitate the pounding and pulling of that matter? Yeah…yer really gonna shit when I submit that “normal matter” is in fact this “dark matter” that is being searched for. Or at least, “regular matter” is some of it.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) đ
It is now 11.41 on Sunday morning and I have remembered what I’d started inserting into this missive last night before the save fuck up. Cade had sent me a DM…
… This was before I watched the latest episode of Doctor Who…
So how’s it going? Not so well after that shitty opening bunch of nonsensical bullshit about beans and physics? Welp…it is Friday…so…yeah or something. Plus, it’s a holiday weekend here in the USA. Memorial Day is Monday so a lot of people will be off work that day/3-day weekend. Whatshername is taking the kids camping somewhere down near Austin on Sunday. I guess I’ll watch porn and masturbate since I’ll be here alone.
^Dillon Francis – Say Less feat. G-Eazy (Eptic Remix)^
We’re talking about the co-mingling of fluids in different states within a certain context. Fluids, liquids, gases AND solids that they are themselves in states of transition…which to me makes them fluids and/or fluidic. We are talking about the reconstitution of water/liquid/fluids into dry beans/beans here, since they have had their water removed …so…keep that in mind.
Am I suggesting that “steam seeks steam” in this context?
Yep.
Am I suggesting that “colder fluids seek colder fluids” in this context?
Yep.
Am I suggesting that “hotter fluids seek hotter fluids” in this context?
Yep.
Q: But why?
A: To better know how to distribute themselves contextually.
We are talking about a whole here. A whole bunch of wholes within a whole of wholes whose purpose is not only transition, but also transitioning during that transition. Gotta keep the transitions prior to the transition in mind here…otherwise…we might get lost. Afterall, if these transitions were irrelevant, then why did they happen at all? I mean, I intentionally purchased dried beans for a reason.
WOAH WOAHWOAHDUDE!!! YOU AREN'T ABOUT TO SUGGEST THAT "A PARTICLE'S AGE" HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HOW A PARTICULAR POT OF BEANS BOILS/COOKS ARE YOU?!?!?!?!
Yep.
Especially when you stop and consider the aggregation that takes place in our world of today. In a particular frozen dinner, you may have ingredients from all over the world in the same nest of frozen broccoli, lumped into that one corner of your microwave-safe disposable tray.
I mean…if soil and soils where a particular something is grown is unimportant, irrelevant and/or negligible…then…
Q: Can you explain French wines to me?
A: Âż?Âż
Everything is important.
It’s the importance that we put on things that tends to be wishy-washy.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) đ
*/thinks… maybe some words, Clicky…*
wishy-washy (adj.)1690s, “feeble or poor in quality,” reduplication of washy “thin, watery.” Meaning “vacillating” first recorded 1873.
vacillate (v.) 1590s, “to sway unsteadily,” from Latin vacillatus, past participle of vacillare “sway to and fro; hesitate” (see vacillation). Meaning “to waver between two opinions or courses” is recorded from 1620s. Related: Vacillated; vacillates; vacillating.
Due to my cooking interests/interest in cooking, I leaned at a pretty young age that something magical takes place within the pan at a certain point. I learned this through cooking one of our staples in this area…Chicken Fried Steak. The fried dough portion of this dish goes through an amazing transformation at some point, and that point is a point of heating that rides the cusp of burning.
There is a chemical transformation that takes place in the pan, where the dynamics of the taste of the dough + seasonings changes radically. An intensifying of a taste that was barely audible previously. Peppers and Salts go from “meh” to “WOAH!!!” real fucking quick in the pan.
That is why, when you make the gravy after cooking the steaks, you leave all the leavins’ that have flaked off in the oil/grease, and they themselves flavor the gravy. This is why I personally use garlic salt and not plain salt in my Chicken Fried Steak. It makes the salt/salty taste…breathe, when you eat it. Almost a minty taste where there is none. That’s the garlic at work with the salt when cooked to a “just damn near burnt” state.
That’s why the colors of the dough are not, and should not be uniform. Some parts will remain almost as white as the flour used when you started, and the colors will cascade through the browns to almost black in some points. These black chunks, are the most brittle, but most tasty, and are opposed, offset and augmented by the deeper browns, who are in turn augmented by the lighter browns and off-whites.
Takes a long time, and a lot of screwups to learn to cook well.
I woke this morning, Dear Reader, to find Juju had posted birthday wishes to me on Arse-about-Face Book…
Question from Thoughtful Man: “Who’s the bloke?” (said with squint).
Answer: OMG! Look how skinny I was. That’s Michael Crawford…
*No, knot that one, Clicky…*
…He was a very funny colleague of mine from John Lewis, who took a leap of faith and became a stand up comedian.
Question from Kit Kat: “Why have you got a black spot on your forehead?”
Answer: It’s the photo, darling. I’ve got blue eyes in my copy… I coloured them in myself.
Question from Loopy: “Do you know where my shoes are?”
Answer: Where did you leave them, sweetie? …/sigh…
I also got a missive from Cade, set out below, and when I got to work, I got a bunch of cards and a bunch of flowers. I took in cake. The cake was extremely well received.
Now, I’ll leave you to enjoy The Okie Devil’s latest, Dear Reader, and will catch you at the bottom â€
*******
Sup bitches?
I don’t have much to say today.
But I have a lot of time to say it in, and a lot of words to say it with…
and so…
…let us commence to silently conversing amongst ourselves, eh?
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY ROOBEEDOO!!!
^The Final Cut – I Believe In You (1992)^
A lot of this not much that I’m thinking about, is actually…not much. Haven’t talked about a lot of this stuff in a long time, and the few people that I’ve tried to talk about this shit with were always like…
“DUDE!!! WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!”
And there was another segment that was always suggesting that thinking about such things was foolish and dangerous, and I should try to think about not thinking about it.
đ
Not that I don’t have the ability to focus, because I do possess that ability. I just tend to drift wherever I drift, and have learned to accept this defect as an ability….a gift. Mainly because of the places that it takes me. Lotta nothing there, and a lotta nothing in between, but that’s kinda the point. Fill in the blanks, create more blanks. This usually results in a lot of blank stares.
Not that I am the only one with this ability, as I see people just like me/people who think like me virtually everywhere. I see it in pictures, I see it in film, I see it in text/books, I see it in conversations. But even the weirdos hate talking about this shit, even with other weirdos. Not me tho. I love talking about it. I don’t care who. If they are listening and are interested, they’ll start talking at some point.
Anyway, I didn’t talk about much anymore after hooking up with whatshername. It takes a lot of time to think about some of these things, and even longer to talk about it. Whatshername has an interest in some of the same things. But it was clear rather early on, that even her interests in these things varied wildly and radically from mine. Mainly…her dogma was/is…
“It’s OK if I have supernatural abilities and/or super-powers, as long as I am the only one that has them.”
Very revealing.
<le yikes>
^The Final Cut – Broken^
“Do I know you?”
Weird thought, eh?
Sure…it’s a strange question to ask a stranger.
But as I think about it now, the thought behind such a question is even…stranger.
Even stranger to ask a stranger if they know what you know you don’t know.
Or is that really where you wanted to go/what you wanted to know?
Or do you want to know if this stranger presents a danger…to you?
And what about “you?” What are you going to do?
If this stranger presents a danger…do you…introduce them to your shoe?
Via kick? Or is it thrown? Who is this life that you now own?
Where springs this knowing of the unknown?
Via 1’s via 2’s, interaction? Interacting? Do I choose?
But what if you lose?
Perhaps it would be better…to introduce your…shoes.
They are yours, afterall…custom made just for yoose.
This way…no win, no lose.
If that is what yoose so choose to doos anyhoos.
^The Pixies Hang wire live 1990^
(above song is via/per request-ish type suggestion)
X: What are you doing?
Cade: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
X: I’m gonna chunk your ass out into space, wrap you around a black hole a few times…and THEN…I’m gonna get REALLY creative.
Cade: lolz…do tell?
X: No. It would spoil the surprise.
Cade: Thanks?
X: You’re welcome.
Cade: đ
X: đ
Cade; Ya know…if you wanted to say something…you coulda just said so.
X: Where’s the fun in that?
0: Yeah, where’s the fun in that? Where’s the creativity in that?
Cade: I wasn’t trying to be procedural…nor even trying to establish procedures.
Z: And yet…that’s exactly what will happen.
Cade: Sounds fair, and I get that. But I only know what I know.
B: Are you saying, that this “challenge/response” is somehow…”ingrained” in you?
Cade: Well…isn’t it?
X: I’ll ask the questions around here pal.
Cade: lolz…k. lol
0: And…”make the statements.” đ
Cade: Obviously. So…
X: Procedures and protocols.
Cade: Lemme guess…”you designed them.”
Z: Something like that.
A: I had a hand in it as well.
Cade: Well…BY ALL FUCKING MEANS!!! Don’t tell me what they are!!!
X: Sounds like a plan.
Cade: đ
X: …
0: …bbl…
^The Judy’s – “Joey the Mechanical Boy” (1981)^
I’m easily distracted.
What about you?
You easily distracted?
Maybe “the distracted” is the problem and not “the distraction.”
I had no intention of writing anything this morning, but that’s pretty much how it always starts. One wrong turn to the correct wrong place can send my mind spinning. Not that I have anything particularly interesting to say…but they are my thoughts. You ain’t gotta read em’. It’s your time. You know how best to spend it. But this latest whatever has me thinking about “public.”
Meaning: I wonder what was going on in that area where the US recently dropped a MOAB, and I wonder what was going on at the time it was dropped?
Prolly just a bunch of filthy terrorists sitting in a mud and rock hut in the middle of fucking nowhere, planning their next terrorist attack.
^Opposite Day – Carrots – 23 July 2016 – Sidewinder, Austin TX^
There’s a theme of “separation” that I’ve been noticing here and there lately. Many times, I have noticed that this concept of separation has been introduced under the auspices of “augmentation.” Especially augmentation via a separate separation that is…erm…either hidden, ignored, inconsequential, or maybe even just missed entirely. Yeah…a process and or action that is easily dismissable.
EX: At Merovee the other day, a commenter called RAGNAROK made a comment under a comment that I had made.
So yeah…augmentation of separation.
Sounds like “installing an uninstaller.”
Or an “engaging a disengager.”
Or “initiating a shutdown sequence.”
To me, this is a metaphor for “the present” or “present time.” That something that is so simultaneous with past and future, that we are able to stroll right through all three at the same time by simply existing. Prolly why we miss so much both while it’s happening AND when it’s gone. And yet…we do that “missing” from the present time which we are also missing. Prolly why we love order, concrete and rigidity so much. Regarding matter and motion…it seems to me that focus on one or the other can help us with both. Even if that means “staying the fuck out of it.”
Frees up choice to do some choozin.
^Megafauna – “Haunted Factory” [Music Video]^
How distant does distant need to be, in order to be qualified as “distant?”
I mean, who steps right the fuck up to take ownership of a mine or landmine?
Are people lining up to say…”OH! That mine? That’s mine!”
Your money paid for it…right?
  Your needs required it.
Your government commissioned it.
Your companies designed and built it.
      Your needs required it again.
Your soldiers deployed and planted them where needed.
Q: Now what?
A: Is the answer..."Pack it in, pack it out?" Or is it more along the lines of "garbage in, garbage out?"
Where is all of this garbage coming from?
So yeah…”Spooky Action At A Distance.”
“Distance”…is relative.
Yeah…I dunno either.
I gots no answers.
^Clockwork Radio – Fever^
A: Everything is related to everything. I guess it's kindof a matter of when, and who is looking.
^Purson – Leaning On A Bear (Official Video)^
I went outside to check the spider web on the front porch. My oldest is in the living room playing some old-assed video game on the Playstation 2, and my daughter was in the kitchen cooking her some lunch. VERY bright day…no clouds…cool and windy…blue sky filled with cottony tufts floating everywhere from the Cottonwood trees.
The spider is gone, but the web is still there. I asked my daughter to grab her camera, but she said she dropped it and broke it.
Cade: That sucks. You need to see this web…it would make a great picture…it’s full of cotton.
Elder Son: It’s cotton the web?
Cade: wah…wah…wah…nice one! lolz
Seeking meaning means finding it where you find it, and not necessarily where you think you should find it. That’s just been my experience tho. Not that I was questioned this week about “being contradictory” or anything. But I am contradictory, and I’m OK with that. It allows me to grow as far as I can tell. Not that I’ve grown any according to those that know me, as I still seem to be stuck at those errors in time that cannot be erased. Or is it that someone chooses not to erase them. Not that I favor erasing as it has a tendency to create gaps in knowing that create gaps in learning that create gaps in…wait….where was I going with this?
Oh yeah...nowhere in particular.
^Spiders – Shake Electric^
X: Are you conCERNed about all of this CERN innuendo?
Cade: A little.
T: Why?
Cade: My role.
T: Which is what?
Cade: …
0: That’s what I thought. You have no role and/or don’t know what it is.
Cade: I’m included for some reason, and that’s enough for me.
Z: Don’t you think that…”you outta know?”
Cade: /me shrugs
X: What about when you do know?
A: Assuming that you ever do know…
Cade: I dunno. How could I possibly know what I should know about what I don’t know when I don’t know it and may never know it?
X: Good point.
Cade: I don’t mind thinking about thinking.
X: You mean…THIN KING?
Cade: I guess so. It is pretty thin afterall.
X: So you are saying…what…exactly?
0: He wants to talk about membranes…is that it?
T: Give the boy a chance here.
B: …
Cade: lolz…thanks.
B: No problem. đ
Cade: I did talk about membranes. In the previous whatever, and talked a bit more about them with Roob last night.
X: And what was said exactly?
Cade: She can post the convo if she wants, but it was basically that “membranes create/accommodate/facilitate motion.”
X: What about prohibition?
Cade: No thanks. I like drinking thank you very much.
X: No…you like to get slobbering drunk.
Cade: Why drink except to get drunk. Some of that stuff, if not most, tastes like shit
0: And how would you know what shit tastes like?
Cade: Via smell?
X: Now what on EARTH would smell have to do with taste and/or membranes?
Z: I wanna hear this…
Cade: Welp…if membranes aren’t allowed to function as designed, they forget.
X: Forget?
0: FORGET?!?!?
T: FORGET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Cade: How else can information be stored?
X: Oh my! You just opened a can of wormy let out cat bags there buddy.
Cade: lolz…”Wormy, Let-Out-Cat-Bags?” lolz
X: I like the way I said it better….but keep going.
Cade: OK…”wormy.”
A: As-in…”squigly.”
Cade: So…information exchange?
X: You got it! Keep going…
Cade: So…information preservation?
Z: Now we’re rollin’.
Cade: So…information exchange under the auspices and/or principles of information preservation?
X: All at the same time.
Cade: You had me at hello. I’ve been floored by some of the concepts that we’ve explored over the magnificence of the human body and/or as it pertains to life. But I still wonder about “answers to be had.”
0: You had me at had via “answers.”
Cade: Yep. There is much less standardization to be had here. Especially as how “standardization” relates to “standard.”
X: What’s with all the accentuation?
Z: Been wondering that myself.
Cade: Clarity. I guess anyway.
T: Guessing is unacceptable, and yet, many times the best we can do. Is that what you are saying?
Cade: Not that I like leading questions…but yeah.
X: Any why don’t you like leading questions?
B: Because he can both see where they are leading, and not see where they are leading, all at the same time.
X: Confusion?
Cade: Nope. That type of thinking is pretty clear to me. It’s the struggle of “cleverness via the moment” that dictates the victor.
X: And you think that moment or these moments, aren’t part of the path?
Cade: Sure they are. Just…prolly not “my” path.
Z: Meaning…”the path of preferred travel, by you, according to you.”
Cade: Something like that.
Z: Hmmmmm…..
X: Hmmmmm indeed.
0: I reluctantly agree.
Cade: Gee…thanks.
X: …
^Ruby the Hatchet: Vast Acid (Official)^
So…if I transition to sitting down in a chair from a standing position…
Q: Are the membranes in my body working to prevent my blood and guts from falling out?
A: There are no answers to be had here, as too many questions have been omitted in favor of the one above.
So yeah…this precipice that you are trying to summit has already been reached. The question is…
Q: What are you reaching for now?
A: /?|Âż|?\
^Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell – Nightmare (OFFICIAL)^
I struggle with the concept of “known” or “already known”…I really do. But the saving grace for me is knowing…not known. When discovery is forsaken for knowing…what are our options? Teaching?
BULLSHIT!!!
You, as a bitter bored and burned-out knowitall, are going to walk into a classroom, and expect to inspire wonder amongst the wanderers? Good fucking luck, and have fun spending your paycheck.
And anyone that got butthurt and is still whining about it.
Or the ones we didn’t write about because we didn’t have enough time to include them due to previous obligations and/or contractual restraints and publishing deadlines.
Pray for a sequel and maybe we’ll get to them in the next iteration.
Prolly doesn’t bode well for them tho because of the carnage in the first story.
Meh…fuckit. They’re all dead and/or gone…who cares.
^IMMORTAL (Official) – “ALL SHALL FALL” music video HD^
HEY! Speaking of Black Metal, I noticed yesterday that Vegan Black Metal Chef has a new vid. It’s pretty fucking funny, and features Michael Winslow. I guess that explains all the sound effects in the vid.
Mike’s mom’s name is Verdie. Verdie appears to mean “faith.”
^Vegan Black Metal Chef Episode 21: Breakfast Massacre^
What’s the big deal with eggs and shit coming out of the same hole in chickens? They aren’t coming out at the same time. And even if they are, you ain’t gotta eat either one of them…so…yeah…chicken for dinner instead of eggs. My pee and spoo come out of the same hole. Just some creative piping and tubing going on there for reasons of simplicity. My penis seems to know when it’s doing one or the other, and sometimes even I know when my penis is doing one or the other. By comparison…all my stupid heart does is pump blood, and that’s the only thing it can do. No wonder it’s worthless.
^1 in 10 Women Have “The Missed Disease”^
So…is “prevalence” what we need to be focused on? Or is focus and focusing still our problem? And what’s with this “we” shit all of sudden? That’s guys voice in the video above is similar to every other narrated video that I see on YouTube these days. I guess advertising is king on YouTube anymore, and as a result, the prevalence of similarity is very prevalent within a working model that has proven results. It sounds like the accentuation used in “happy stories” on the news amongst the mainstream media sources on broadcast television. Anyway…since Endometriosis has to do with membranes, let’s talk about it!
Endometriosis!!! We talked about it!!! TA-DA!!!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^alt-J – Adeline (Official Audio)^
As I got to looking at the picture of those Mine Kafon Drones, I notice that the flat parts on the outside have a centerpiece that makes those plate looking things on the end appear like a bullet casing’s rim and the primer. This got me to thinking about inspiration and sources of inspiration, which got me to thinking about legacy.
The Middle-East…for example…what is “The West’s” legacy with respect to The Middle-East? Bomb shrapnel and bullet casings? As I read the Wikipedia article as to the creator’s inspiration for these anti-landmine drones, I pictured kids out walking and observing what they see. Just about anything and everything that they encounter…they are prolly going to studiously examine. I would imagine that casings are everywhere over there, so I see a kid sticking a stick inside of a bullet casing, then sticking many sticks inside of many bullet casings, tinkering with those and organizing them into shapes…and VOILA!!!
Mine Kafon Drones.
Not that this is how this is how the designer came up with the design. But I’ve done my share of exploring and digging in the dirt and other places, and have happened upon a lot of crazy shit during those explorations. To me, the only thing crazier than the shit that people come up with, is their willingness to later toss that same something out irrespective of the reason and/or reasons.
^True Facts About The CuttleFish^
Not to get the fossil-fuel fed reciprocating engine horsepower too far ahead of the shopping cart here, but there are only 7 shopping months left until Christmas.
^Cocteau Twins – Plain Tiger^
When I was around 22/23, I developed a feasible method of teleportation. It scared me. Mainly because I developed this model and system under the auspices of making surgery as we know it obsolete.
In: As-Is
Out: Sans-whatever need be removed (Tumors, for example).
Lots of other things to think about here, more than just “removing a problem.” Reorganization, for one. Yep…taking the “problem tissue” and reorganizing it at the molecular/atomic/sub-atomic levels so that there is no loss in mass in the person. My thinking being, there is always going to be an issue with gain, loss and even no gain/no loss.
The more I thought about ways to bastardize this system, the more scary that these scenarios became. Such as…
1. Not removing anything, and intentionally distorting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.
2. Not removing anything, and intentionally inserting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.
And on and on. Gotta keep in mind that at the time, which was around 1990/1991, the computing power that I was thinking about/required for just the mass of an individual was staggering to think about. I was using a Tandy 1000 8086 with a 30 megabyte hard drive at that time just to run Cakewalk 1.0 for music, and that computer barely did that. Nevermind the abstract required in this teleportation situation…e.g. the soul, the spirit, consciousness, the pieces and part of the individual beyond simply “the body.”
This got me thinking about behavioral, and how to leave this out of the process. But it was impossible to think about. You CAN’T leave that out. Even if you address it for purposes of how to omit it, it’s all or nothing. Behavioral modification is a real possibility, and not just from the perspective of the trip through itself when everything goes exactly perfectly according to plan. Because a trip like that is going to have the effect of changing the person who traverses it, and there is no “finite” nor “negligible” when thinking like this. Otherwise, how do you accurate think about it? We’re talking about everything…right?
^The Final Cut – Primal Understanding^
Now we gotta talk about the space and spaces in between. And not just and only the space and spaces in between here and there, but also the spaces and spaces that LEAD to the space and spaces between here and there. Lotta here’s and there’s to consider. I mean, you have no fucking clue who is gonna walk through your door nor when. Nevermind all of the passengers that a person brings with them. But that should help with the space and spaces that I am considering. Because suddenly…you went from one passenger, to countless passengers aboard a passenger of passageways, that will now be a passenger and passengers among a passageway of passageways.
WHEW!!!
Yeah…lots to think about there. Not that “normal” space travel is by any means easy. Because we are basically talking about the same thing via different methods that really don’t differ that much.
SAY WHAT?!?!?! YOU'RE SAYING THERE IS LITTLE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ROCKET-POWERED SPACEFLIGHT AND TELEPORTATION?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Yep.
^The Final Cut – A Dance for the Saints^
Prolly a lot of people will dismiss much of that thinking with regards to space as excessive. Possibly even unnecessary and/or irrelevant. Which, if that’s true, I guess my Social Security Number doesn’t mean jack shit. Nor my work record. Nor my immunization records. Nor any other records and record keeping.
Or is that really how we view the future from the past via the present? A bunch of blips and markers that have been subjugated to all kinds of reviews that have been reviewed and classified according to other similar results in order to quantify and classify as to the lowest common denominator for a given situation? Taking a chance at nulling out chance under the banner of order? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for order. Especially when it’s right and I don’t have to go back through the drive-thru or go inside because it’s wrong. And stop being so goddamn skimpy with the ketchup while yer at it. It’s damn near $10.00 for a McMeal these days. Surely you can spring for a little ketchup.
^The Final Cut – U.F.O.T.M.^
No spaces there eh? Not even at the drive-thru…before, during or after.
I ain’t gonna tell you what to do or not to do. You wanna spend your time wrangling with this shit? Knock yerself out. It’s your time. I’ll help all I can, and I am willing to do that and will help in any way that I can. But if it comes down to a trust pissing contest? Welp…when? Meaning, when do I need to break your trust in order to be untrustworthy? Seems to me that if you are assured that I will break your trust at some point, I never did anything to earn your trust in the first place, nor could I ever earn your trust, so I’m pretty much off the hook from the onset since I had no say in the matter.
100% of my truths are true.
100% of my lies are true. I mean…untrue. I mean untruthful. I mean, it’s true that my lies are true and truthful/are truly lies…or something.
I guess truth ain’t so hard to find afterall.
Q: Did you stumble?
A: Prolly some truth in there then, irrespective of how you answered.
I guess we’ll be needing facts now.
Now we just gotta work on those trust issues.
Or…you can work on the by yourself.
Whatever.
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^Concrete Blonde – Joey HQ^
Must be something important there.
My suggestion? Use them a while, then over the shoulder.
Buncha worthless fucking junkies feeding junk into themselves via junk from a junky country.
^Ministry – “Over The Shoulder” (Official Music Video)^
Anyhoo… Cade has kindly furnished the LoL with a spiffing, mid-week missive that IÂ simply must share with you… So the question is…
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Sup.
I was just outside stretching my legs and checking out the weather, when I saw the goddamndest of things…a motherfucking BUMBLEBEE!!! I’ve not seen a Bumblebee in forever. I’ve been stung by a Bumblebee…twice even. But those didn’t sting as bad as this sting. Where have they been? Where have they been hiding?
As I was watching this Bumblebee fly from flower to flower in it’s odd “more straight-lines” type of flying…I noticed a what I thought was a Mud-Dauber, or as we call them here…Dirt-Daubers, but it was too large. Three other odd looking wasps were also buzzing around, but they were much smaller, and looked like those kinda fly/wasp hybrids that science has argued about as to whether they are flies or wasps. Anyway…this fucking Bumblebee was huge.
^The Trashmen – Surfin Bird – Bird is the Word 1963 (RE-MASTERED) (ALT End Video) (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
On a related note…yesterday, whatshername and my daughter were driving home from the library, and she said she had to pull the car over because a huge fucking hornet or wasp flew into the car as they were driving. She said that she pulled off the road, and both of them rapidly evacuated the car. I’m assuming that they needed to evaluate/re-evaluate priorities objectively…the first order of business being surviving long enough to stop the car, and re-negotiate the temporary transfer of ownership from this winged interloper.
Whatshername said that once they got out, she remembered that she had left the electric air-mattress pump in the car from their last camping trip, so she plugged it in and flushed the intruder out from under the seat where it was hiding with hurricane force winds. She said that it was HUGE, and sounded confused as to what it actually was due to its size…so I’m wondering if it was not a wasp nor hornet…but rather…a Cicada Killer.
I guess when insects begin to wonder where all of the wood/woods went? Humans might stop and wonder…
Q: Where did all the animals go?
A: ???
Pro Tip: Check the side of the road.
^Who Put The Bomp – Barry Mann^
I guess I could start to quote “Roadkill Statistics” here…but I’m not going to. And not to make some vague connection between Lyme Disease and Deer, but you prolly pretty much know whether or not you live in a state that has deer. If you do live in a state that has deer, you can pretty much bet that there are prolly around 100,000 reported cases of deer roadkill in your state each and every year. If only half of the states in the USA has deer, that’s 2,500,000 reported cases each year.
These are very rough estimates of my own, based on past research where the numbers for states like Texas, Virginia, West Virginia and New York were between 70,000 to 100,000 per year. When I lived in West Virginia, there was a saying that most residents said to newcomers…
“Have you hit a deer with your car yet? No? You will.”
^Emiliana Torrini – White Rabbit (Jefferson Airplane cover)^
I took a shower last night for the first time in over two months. Yep…there is a reason/reasoning and purpose in my not showering/bathing, and it’s not simply a matter of…
“seeing how bad I can smell.”
Yeah, I used to wear deodorant/antiperspirant, and shave with shaving cream and use aftershave, and use anti-dandruff shampoo, and all kinds of different soaps and stuff…but I stopped. My skin had gotten to the point to where it was not only extremely painful to live in because it was so goddamn dry…but it was like my skin was literally squeezing me to death.
The shower last night was extremely painful. A lot of burning, and wads and clumps of “dead-skin” and dirt and God knows what else coming off. Laying down in bed afterwards was a fucking nightmare minus the fucking part(s). Lotta pulling and tugging and cracking and bleeding. Lotta pain. I’m trying NOT to think of some of my childhood experience(s) with burning…because I am sick and fucking tired of both trying to remember some of the details, as well as trying to forget some of the other details…all so that I can think about neither.
That may not make much sense to some if not most who read this…but the only reason that I am trying to remember some of this shit is because of the potential benefits for someone else. Someone else who might have the unfortunate circumstance of an event or events, that result in some major pain and pains that are unknown to many, and how these people can possibly fathom living “a normal/normal-ish life” while in so much pain. Not that my efforts make me some superhero or anything…but I’ve done it. Lots of screaming and yelling and begging and pleading and confusion and all sorts of nutty craziness. Hopefully, I can help someone…or at least, help inspire someone to help themselves.
^Feist – Sea Lion Woman^
I’m not suggesting that everyone needs to suddenly decide to visit their local burn unit. But yeah…if you feel compelled to do so? Yeah…maybe you should do just that.
^Sea Lion Sea Line Women of the Pacific Rim | ELDER MOUNTAIN^
So…if someone were to get some reallyREALLY nasty burns on themselves, and were to get a really REALLY nasty case of Shingles on top of those burns/scars/scarring…
Q: What would “Nature’s Purpose” be for compounding such a tragedy with another tragedy and/or more tragic events?
A: …
I’m gonna go ahead and take a guess here, that maybe, just maybe…nature isn’t sure how to deal with a traumatic event, as it relates to an individual. Meaning: Nature prolly knows burns and burning VERY fucking well. What nature DIDN’T know…was that you as an individual would at some point be burned very badly, nor when, but nature DID and DOES know you, and what you have been through up to the point when you got burned.
Burns + Shingles = Fighting Fire With Fire?
There’s more to consider than just “physical pain” or even “emotional pain/emotional trauma” here. And maybe this is how we can join these two together, in order to see that they are already joined, always have been joined, and our part and parts as humans is what has divided them for the purpose and purposes of serving one or the other, and not necessarily both.
^The Ventures – Wipeout live in Japan 1966^
It’s cloudy and cool today. A little muggy/humid, but the low hanging clouds and cool breezes make that OK. Its felt like rain a time or two, but those feelings passed quickly. Not much smells better than Texas Rain. But I must admit that I love the smell of a hot Texas summer afternoon. 100+ degrees, moderate humidity, and a strange smell of rain, where the possibility of none exists.
This makes me think of “the mirages” that we get here during the summer. The image of standing water in the distance where there is none when you get there. We are told that this is “an optical illusion.” But I’m betting that the concept of “Metallic Hydrogen” might just help to dispel this conclusion. Not necessarily as myth or even a myth…but more along the line of “temporary states of matter” that do not necessarily require an observer in order to exist, but this perspective and these perspectives help us to understand or better understand the layer and layers of The Ether.
Anyway…yeah…the water and water vapor is there. And don’t tell me it isn’t. If it’s 105 degrees outside, and the humidity level is still somehow at 40%? Yeah…its there.
So…if I were to propose, that every single atom of Methane in the entirety of The Universe, is indeed connected to each other…would that sound completely impossible? Let’s think String Theory here. If all of these atoms are connect via strings of energy…find me the first and the last atom in the chain. We’ll call these…”Stings on Strings.” So…now…
Q: Which is it? The first? Or the last?
A: Yeah…both…all at the same time.
Just because you isolate something, doesn’t mean that it is isolated. It simply means that it has been isolated using the methods and means in which you have employed to isolate…erm…whatever it is that you have isolated. So…let’s “up the difficulty level” here…
Q: What about the particles of this atom that we have isolated? Are you assuming that they are isolated as well?
A: ???
What if you’re wrong. What if, it is indeed possible, that an atom of Methane or Helium that you have isolated, is in fact…only partially here? ESPECIALLY if you have employed methods specifically designed to “break this atom apart” or isolate certain elements of this atom. It’s Proton/Protons…for example. What if, by this action, you have actually started a chain reaction, that has sent part and or parts of this atom to the furthest reaches of The Universe? Sound impossible?
Think: Information Preservation and/or Conservation Principles. That should help.
I mean…if a part or particle is being made to behave in a way that is contrary to its design and “normal” function? Would you really expect any sort of other behavior?
Q: What on this planet, does not “fight” for its own survival?
A: I wonder where this concept originates?
Am I “being too finite” here?
Odd.
I wouldn’t think that ANYTHING would be outside the realm of possibility within this universe.
^The Ventures – Walk — Don’t Run (original) – [STEREO]^
I dunno. Prolly just talking out of my ass.
Talking out of my ass…regarding Methane.
That's funny.
Not really…but yeah…it kinda is.
^The Shadows – Apache (1960)^
“So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.”
I’d like to thank RooBeeDoo for her continued efforts in putting up with my bullshit, and encouraging me to write/think/write about what I’m thinking about.
I’ve been having a quiet week, Dear Reader, away from the LoL, whilst I’ve been settling into into my new job…
… Getting into a new rhythm has been somewhat knackering but now it’s Friday, Clicky and I are gonna kick back, relax and enjoy a brand new missive from The Okie Devil…
Care to join us?
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HOWDY FUCKHEAD(S)!!!
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Maybe it’s time that science admits it needs to admit something to itself.
The irony and ironies of “trusting something that isn’t there.”
But it is there!!! Our instruments and tests confirm this!!!
Remove the instruments and gadgetry and tests, NOW confirm it for me.
Now put all of the instruments back, and confirm it for me.
Oh. I see it now.
Q: Now what?
A: Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Phil K & Habersham – Cloudbrake (Original Mix)^
Yeah…lotta “scientific instruments” involved in that test and all that testing. Leave out the observers and participants, and suddenly…the concept of “Faith” takes on a life of it’s own.
This is pretty much the nature of “The Alpha To Omega Bet”…in that, there’s really nothing to prove.
If ya can’t get your head wrapped around “the proof” that already exists because it already existed? I dunno…maybe you haven’t thought “Step 2″ through as well as you thought you have. I know that in my own personal life, yeah…I’m kinda stuck there all the fucking time…so…yeah…”I hear ya.” đ
^The Crystal Method – Bad Ass (The Rogue Element Mix)^
My balls are dirty too. I mean…prolly not, because if I’m convinced that dirty is filthy, and that I’m always dirty and filthy, I’d spend my entire life trying to eradicate whatever it is that is causing my balls and the rest of me to be “dirty.” And God knows how long that could take.
^An artist transforms balls of dirt into beautiful, shiny spheres like none you’ve seen.^
So now, let’s take a ball, chop it down into a spherical kinda circle-ish type thing…and slap it on a record player. I have no idea what the point of this video is…but it appears to involve some technical wizardry above and beyond simply…”a tree on a record player.”
Now let us descend from the lofty realms of smarterest genius or whatever, and get back to the technical stuff.
Q: I wonder how many bags of tortillas they went through to get this complete waste of time experiment correct?
A: No answer goes here...sometimes...the question without an answer works just fine.
^An Actual Playable Tortilla Record Etched with a Laser Cutter^
SO….coughing,
choking,
sneezing,
gagging,
hiccuping,
itching,
clearing-our-throat-ing,
sniffing,
breathing,
gagging,
puking,
dripping,
oozing, etc.
…and all of this irritating shit that we don’t have time for/create methods of suppressing? Erm…are you trying to “activate nature’s process of mutation” in order to permanently suppress it? Because as someone who pretty much has no throat at all, I can tell you that when some of these “urges or abilities” are eliminated?
Yeah…when they need to happen?
Yeah….VIOLENT!
Especially puking.
Lotta difficulty swallowing, which makes me a VERY slow eater. I’m pretty much always “the last one eating at the table” because I have to eat so slowly. My only other options (that have worked for me anyway) is to either:
A) Don’t chew my food well at all, or
B) soft foods, which also have their own limitations because of my tendency to choke on fluids/aspirate them into my lungs.
I guess that I am thinking about these things currently, because I have aspirated something twice now over the last few days, which hasn’t happened in a long time due to my “lifestyle changes” to accommodate my personal needs.
EX: Avoiding certain foods. Being mindful of how I chew/ingest certain foods. How hot foods vs. cold foods help encourage me to slow down when eating.
This world is not kind to people like me, who require a little extra time for my needs to be met.
BTW, “Being last at the table” has other drawbacks on a personal level.
^Hybrid feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw – All I Want (Orchestral Mix)^
What got me to thinking about this “scientific verification model(s)” was “a flash” that I saw in the sky yesterday while out looking at airplanes/clouds/the sky. Being that this is 2017, my immediate thought was…”that’s a fucking military drone” due to the distance and height of this flash out of the corner-ish of my eye.
So….I watched the space to see if the whatever it was would turn at some point, and catch the sun again so as to reflect it’s light again, but it never did. Still convinced it was a drone of some kind due to the angle(s) and duration of the flash. Not that it couldn’t have been a satellite, because it may have been, but even the angle of that was kinda…weird…due to the perceived direction of travel…which was East to West. To my knowledge, and based on my observations at night, not a lot of visible satellites at night that are traveling East to West in this part of the world.
So thinking about it now…is it possible that due to the angle, it was a flash from a satellite that is in geosynchronous orbit? Yeah…those things are REALLY fucking far away. But…I have no idea what it may have been, only what it may have been because of the time and times that I live in.
It was windy as FUCK yesterday. The airplanes flying into Love Field were uber-low and coming right over the house all day, and the big-assed Cottonwood tree in the back yard lost two big-assed limbs because of the wind. Had to pull one off of the garage roof, and damn-near cut off my fucking toe on some garden fencing in the ground when I stepped on it. Yeah…that metal fencing/border shit that people put in the ground? It can sneak up on ya.
^Bedrock – Forge (Fretwell Remix)^
Speaking of tearing walls/borders down in one place, then putting them back up in another…I notice that the plans for some big-assed wall in Berlin or China or someplace like that has somehow manifested into being constructed right here in my own neck of the woods. Gonna cost billions or so according to the fake news story I saw. I wonder if the people who live in this area should be allowed to vote on whether or not this wall should be built or not? Maybe a “rolling vote?” Border states get to vote last? Vote first?
Wait…do we get a vote?
FUCK!!! That happened months ago.
Guess I missed my chance.
Oh well. Maybe I can vote someone in who wants to tear it down once it gets erected.
(pun(s)…avoided)
^London Layover April 2017 Boeing 777^
Speaking of eyesores…CANKOR SORES!!! I remember when I was a kid, I used to get these things in my mouth all the time. We called them, ulcers. The rumor was, that whatever your mouth looked like? Yeah…your stomach looked just like it. Most people didn’t believe that when told as such, and neither did I…but I sure as shit pondered that as to what it meant and why. Seeing as I had tons of stomach problems when I was younger, it made sense.
The thing was…what to do about it. Many of these conditions had no cause other than I wasn’t being clean enough or wasn’t brushing my teeth enough, or wasn’t brushing my teeth correctly, or was using too much toothpaste, or wasn’t using enough toothpaste, or was swallowing too much of the toothpast…yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda…yadda. đ
But thinking about string/string theory as I think of it now? Yeah…makes sense. Especially with respect to “spooky action at a distance.” What if an identical/identical-ish “Cankor Sore” manifested in my stomach and/or esophagus at a later time or vice/versa? Smooth muscle tissue does flow afterall…so…why wouldn’t “a hiccup here” necessitate “an adjustment/accommodation there?” Yeah…I get the feeling that messages and messaging within the body doesn’t always work like we think it does.
I prolly need to write that down so I can remember it, and remember to associate that process and processes and processing with respect to “Junk DNA” and how I think these things relate to memory and memories. Assuming that I remember to do so/can remember to do so.
Don’t wanna have an acute case of amnesia or vertigo or dementia that is the result of aggregate accumulating at just the wrong time.
^Mark Isham – Flames^
Inconsistent Seas?
    Or
Inconsistent C’s?
Consistent Seas?
   Or
Consistant C’s?
I notice there was some hubbub about quantum mechanics that implies that “there is no rule change” or some kind of flip with respect to “the rules” within classical physics and whatever else. This is kinda weird to me since “Classical” anything was once “Radical as FUCK” at some point…so…yeah…classic. Anyway, it occurs to me that the more you use machinery to define the machinery, the more confused and confusing you are prolly gonna get.
EX: Your eyes. Are you using them? Ya sure? I mean…wasn’t it Einstein who “just wanted to see with God’s eyes?”
Dear Science,
You are doing it.
You are doing it wrong.
Unless you aren’t.
Love,
Cade
^’That Thing You Do’ Ellem [AUDIO]^
Been thinking a lot about the concept of “hot produces cold/cold produces hot” kinda things with respect to…erm…stuff. I guess primarily as it relates to Oxygen, but also other stuff. Mainly because, in order for me to try and get my head around the “natural” forces that are at work trying to accomplish/maintain some sort of balance, and these crazy nutty things that we as humans try to squeeze nature into doing the same thing(s)…erm…A WHOLE LOT MOTHERFUCKING FASTER…so that they better fit into our models of time and times with respect to our needs and wants.
So…basically…we aren’t creating better models and machines, we are simply duplicating old techniques with new methods, and new methods of duplicating old techniques of doing the same ol’ shit. This doesn’t mean that there aren’t new things. Just take a gander into the mirror to see what I am talking about here. But yeah…time tinkering….yer doing it.
^An artist spent 20 years in the Arctic… and what he reveals inside this cave is incredible.^
Been pondering this “participant/observer” business quite a bit along with some other crap, and how these would relate to “A Unified Model.” But if you take yourself and everyone else out of this model, yer prolly going to get a little confused as to the nature of nesting and nested.
Meaning: Yer gonna have to go backwards now to catch-up to yourself.
Cause now…ya gonna explain “All That Shit”. Gotta figure out how it is applicable here, and how it is applicable there, and all the while…you are gonna be ignoring time and times while breezing right through it. THEN…you are gonna get to “the end” and be like…
“Q: WHY DON’T THIS SHIT WORK?!?!?!?”
Yeah…flips…they happen. They happen in the goddamndest of ways at the goddamndest of times. So yeah…milestones (Emphasis on the plurality there).
Lotta singularities in that thought.
Or at least…there is to me.
But I’m just some jerkoff sitting in a room, alone, with nothing better to do than type this shit here that nobody is prolly reading.
But that’s OK too.
/me shrugs
^Why Women Are Stripey^
So...
Q: What makes seas consistent?
A: Consistent seas.
Q: What makes inconsistent seas?
A: Inconsistent seas.
Q: What makes seas consistent?
A: Inconsistent seas.
Q: What makes inconsistent seas?
A: Consistent seas.
Q: What makes C’s consistent?
A: Consistent C's.
Q: What makes inconsistent C’s?
A: Inconsistent C's.
Q: What makes C's consistent?
A: Inconsistent C’s.
Q: What makes inconsistent C's?
A: Consistent C’s.
Yeah…all at the same time…and at different times, all at the same time AND at different time(s).
To 86 any previous model, or to incorporate elements that cause diminishment to the point of eventual elimination, will insert the seed that eventually causes the new model’s eventual collapse, and the need to return to the original model in its totality while eliminating the new old model in it’s totality. The process will repeat with both the same AND different results.
If you eliminate need or want, or replace need for want or want for need, yer prolly fucking up.
Maybe not now…but I guess this is how the model of hedges and hedging work so well at failing over time.
^Bruno Mars – Locked Out Of Heaven [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
Build a machine to do something, and it’s prolly gonna do just that until it doesn’t.
^Sand pendulums – Lissajous patterns – part one // Homemade Science with Bruce Yeany^
Who says chickens can't fly?
^RC KFC bucket aeroplane (magnus effect)^
I wonder how much energy it takes to “maintain an illusion?”
Seems like…erm…a lot of work to do abso-fucking-lutely NOTHING.
^Two robots talking to each other. Gone wrong^
I guess after watching the video above, which I just did, I’m thinking about the concept of truth/lie is a little confusing to me within the scope of this particular demonstration as it relates to the experience itself. Experiencing. Meaning: what the fuck is the point of this?
Truth/Lie becomes Telling The Truth/Lying.
Truthful, dishonest, trying to be honest, trying to be truthful…and on and on and on…but slamming together a bunch of facts/truths/knowledge without any purpose other than “seeing what happens?” Yeah…no wonder there are so many that wonder what the intents and purposes of shit like this are within the scope of life as it is currently, and how that relates to the direction and directions we are traveling.
^The Oldest Known Melody (Hurrian Hymn no.6 – c.1400 B.C.)^
Q: Ever seen a man lace up his boots at the speed of light?
A: I have.
When I was a kid, my dad had a method of lacing up his boots so fucking fast that I’d ask him to do it over and over again. I’ve been thinking about energy and energies with respect to pathways that already exist, we just…build the gadgetry that exposes these pathways based on thoughts that we have regarding these pathways’ existence. Such as…lasers. Supposedly…if you fire a laser out into space…it goes in a straight line forever. I have trouble with this concept in it’s totality, but understand its merits. Meaning: I both see how that can be possible, but yeah…not really thinking that a laserbeam is going to go forever.
But anyway…yeah…what if it could?
Thinking about bootstraps and the holes in boots as they relate to shoestrings/bootlaces…if you think about the first bit of that lace that comes through the hole, and then all of the lace that follows up to the point to where it stops? To me anyway, this is a pretty good example of both strings and stings, and how it is possible for light to not only “exceed it’s own speed” of 186,000 miles per second, but also…go much MUCH slower. Keep in mind that a decrease is an excess in the opposite direction of a standard, and yeah…suddenly…light can and does…stop. Light can and does…”go dark.”
What I personally have been envisioning…is a single particle of light that comes to the edge of the galaxy of it’s origin…and just…stops. Yeah…like completely and totally stops. Gotta keep relative motion in mind here, with respect to the galaxy that this particle of light is in, as well as the galaxies that surround it…so now we can think about purpose.
Q: Where is this particle of light, or Photon if you prefer, headed?
A: ???
What if…it goes dark?
Yep…what if that particle of light…stops…is still shiny and glowing…but then suddenly goes dark?
Then…it gets all shiny again…and…zing…it arcs from one galaxy to the next, almost instantaneously.
Maybe it was just…chillin’…looking for a way to get to where it was going and/or the opportunity to present itself to get to where it was going without destroying itself by attempting to get there.
Q: What if that particular particle never itself makes the journey? As in…it gets recalled or diverted somewhere else?
A: Is the answer..."welp...what takes its place?"
Good question.
Tic-Toc.
Energy conservation: Prolly ain’t what we think it is. Maybe we can figure it out, and how this “figuring out” pertains to us via how it pertained to those who got us here, via how it’s gonna pertain to those who follow us/lead us/themselves.
I guess that bit where the one “bot” in the “bots arguing with each other” video above, where one of the bots said something to the effect of “things would be better if there were less people”…kinda got me to thinking…
Q: How would those who are eliminated feel about this concept?
A: âŠ
But I mean really…if you are sitting alone in a room, or even if you are alone in a room but in a house where others also live…um…how is it that others are affecting you exactly? Sounds like to me maybe you have a problem with someone in your proximity, or maybe they have a problem with you which causes you to have a problem with yourself and their problem with you having a problem…or something…and…erm…yeah…maybe a scenery change is in order.
Going around, to get to, is still getting to. You just…went around. Whatever in the fuck that means. Not that I don’t understand just how difficult it is to get away from a difficult situation, because I do. I just don’t understand YOUR particular situation nor how it relates to mine. My thinking here being, yeah…we can make suggestions if and when we are willing to do so, at which point the question becomes…
Q: Now what?
A: âŠ
Sometimes stoppages are just as important as continuance.
Acetaminophen can help us out in this regard.
Acetaminophen dilates the blood vessels in order to relieve pain or a headache or reduce fever, yeah?
Q: What caused the contraction of the blood vessels in the first place?
I’m not suggesting that we stop removing tumors because of the information loss that results in removing that tumor. Yep, lotta information gonna be contained in that tumor and the surrounding tissues, other than simple “benign and or malignant.” Afterall, what good is that information if the person that the tumor came from is dead? Yep…not much. They did have/do have their own distinct genetic code afterall…so…applying what we’ve learned about a particular case and how that relates to other cases, just to omit everyone and everything else? Makes no sense to me.
So…if I shave my face, and new blood vessels are created/blood flow redirected to accommodate the injury to the skin that is caused by shaving, but by the time that the redirection actually occurs, the blood supply is no longer needed…
Q: What do we do with all of this blood flow that we no longer require?
A: ?Âż?
Re-redirect it? Is this why taking a break from shaving tends to both be a relief AND a nightmare? I mean…we gotta shave our mugs if we wanna go back to work right? But we also wanna not shave on the weekends right? (Unless we go to church, which requires clean-shaven goodness to attend). I personally have never been a regular shaver. I’ve always had to skip a day or two or three or however many I can get away with, in order to maintain my sanity.
Shaving motherfucking HURTS!
Or at least, it has always hurt me/my face. But then again…lotta scars on my face and neck which has always made shaving a risky proposition for me. Lotta cuts and cutting and bleeding. Seeing as I am a pretty heavy bleeder/free-bleeder or whatever…yeah…a lot of ruined shirts and weird looks because my face is covered in maroon black trails of dried blood. And if I wash them off, the just start bleeding again. So I wonder what affect these cuts over cuts over cuts have over time over times? I mean…I already know the answer to this…but I wonder how it affects others.
^Super Incredible Girl Drummer FOOLS Crowd at Japanese Mall! So Cool!^
Damn…it’s already Thursday. Where the fuck did April go? May 4th? Of 2017? I remember back in the 1980’s…the year 2000 seemed like forever away. And now here I am, same old worthless fuck 17 years past 2000…and I don’t even really think about it other than in terms of something than something that is not to be understood. Meaning, these “gaps in time” that are sometimes perceived as nameless voids? Um…yeah. It’s kindof a “fill in the blank(s)” kinda thing. Kinda makes the future not so scary irrespective of what it holds. And while you hold onto that thought, the panic should rush right back in with no problem at all. Suddenly we are shaking with fear…no idea what to do…no idea what NOT to do. So yeah…all is normal…all is well…or not.
This particular whatever is a fucking trainwreck. Been thinking about a lot of shit “on the outside” and the where(s)/where(s)/if(s) this shit is connect to “on the inside”…but these damn fields that we generate keep getting in the way. đ
So…watching the video below…and thinking about “awakening long since dormant things”…I wonder what it would be like to be able to experience “Trinity” from the perspective of…erm…this “long since dormant turned now active participant.” Yep…remembering.
Seeing the faces that are painted on these dummies in the nuclear tests? Stopping to look at them, and seeing a familiarity within the void of the unknown. Almost as if…”I know this, but not really.” Maybe another layer or element to the concept of Synchronicity, and how this Synchronicity relates to the concept of Synchromysticism. Especially as that relates to “The Synchros of Time.”
I dunno.
/me shrugs
^Fluke & Chemical Brothers – Atom Bomb (Baris ATILGAN MiX)^
Anyone else see “The Tesseract(s)” in the knee(s) in the pic above.
On Monday, I sent a ‘silly name‘ sciency story to Cade, who has not yet left for his walking adventure…
âSteveâ is a shimmering ribbon of purple light which was initially referred to by the much more tedious name of âproton arcâ.
Eric Donovan from the University of Calgary said that he saw something he had never seen before in images shared by a Facebook group called Alberta Aurora Chasers.
He didnât know it then, but it was Steve.
While the Aurora Chasers combed through their photos and kept an eye out for the next appearances of Steve, Prof. Donovan and colleagues turned to data from the Swarm mission and his network of all-sky cameras.
Steve… St Eve on Merovee… Thoughtful Man to you, Dear Reader đ
Cade continued and expounds further on the subject in the following missive…
Prolly shoulda worded this as “As long as is needed”…but I didn’t, and it got me to thinking as I performed my usual fucked up method of re-reading shit as I write it, then re-reading it again as I’m thinking about/typing something else.
Maybe this is why I have convinced myself that I have something to say. I must be hypnotizing myself with “my own brilliance.”*
*(Or lack thereof)
^Stevie Ray Vaughan & Dick Dale – Pipeline (1987)^
Little bit of a delay in leaving, due to an attempt to um…yeah. The unexplainable is a little bit difficult to explain. But the short of it is, that I told my youngest son that I would stay until his Guitar HeroÂź controllers, that his mom ordered online, came in. They came in yesterday, two days early, but on one of them the connector was bent…so…yeah…a little tedium there with disappointment.
However, whatshername was able to use her jewelry tools to bend it back, and it seemed to work OK…
…
…that is…until today arrived. That same controller stopped working, became intermittent, so…yeah…lotta frustration.
I guess that one could make all kinds of “connections” there as to the symbolism of people being left out of processes that others have determined that you are on the “need to know” list, of the “you don’t need to know” variety. Talking…it’s important. But that’s just my opinion. Sometimes I’m wrong. Maybe I’ll shuttup right now and see how that goes/works for us.
^Dick Dale & The Del Tones “Misirlou” 1963^
Yeah, that wave or whatever that seems to be making some rounds (har har)…got me to thinking about not only particles and energies, but how they are able to move/travel at all. So a Proton Arc that science is already claiming that “it can’t be that” and some amateur astronomers/observers that observed it prior to the big guns moving their shit into position to get a better look/option.
Damn…that was a helluva run-on sentence eh? Anyway…
Yeah…it got me to thinking about the temporary nature of pathways, and how our pathways seem to differ quite a bit from nature’s pathways by doing the same damn thing for different periods of time. So this got me to thinking about a pathway coalescing to facilitate the travel of a single particle, and the mechanics behind the whole of that process.
We tend to think of particle travel as something akin only to things like meteorites, and don’t considered the dynamics that they are already traveling in and through. Meaning: something akin to what the Apollo Astronauts encountered on their return trips from the moon, and the “reentry corridor” that is always described as being ridiculously narrow.
Welp, between the Earth/Terra and The Moon/Luna, yeah…that corridor is ridiculously narrow. But stick the reentry vehicle in that corridor…yeah…kinda wide, but at the same time…yeah…not so much. They could come in too steep and burn up in the atmosphere, could come in too shallow and bounce/ricochet off of the atmosphere, or come in just right, go home, and have dinner with the fam.
^Dick Dale – Nitro (Live on KEXP)^
So if a particle like “The Oh My God Particle” shocks the living shit out of researchers in such a way as to name a particle as such after the fact, were there smiles? Frowns? Fears? Wonder?
According to science, this Universe has been around for a long-assed time…and according to religion, this Universe has been around for God knows how long…so…what’s the big fucking deal? This shit appears to have been happening for “a while” at least, so what is with all of the shock and awe? Welp, to me anyway, the obvious obvious is obviously obvious…
"THIS IS SOME COOL SHIT!!! LOOK AT THAT PICTURE!!!"
So when we get to science, shit gets a little tedious, because they feel the need to explain everything. If you’ve got the tools to do it? Cool. Knock yerself out. Dunno how that helps the rest of us, but at least we got a bitchin’ picture, and a confusing assed explanation as to what it is and/or isn’t and/or may or may not be…maybe. Or something.
^Hybrid – Choke^
So it got me to thinking about the mechanics of this “event”…but primarily the one between the photographer(s) and the scientist(s)…and the events leading up to the event that facilitated it. Now that we are past it…we are still really right in the fucking middle of it as far as I can tell. Meaning, someone was there to see it/photograph it, someone was there to pick up the ball from there, so …now what?
We wait for 7-10 years for science to tell us what it was, all while telling us how important it was/is? And this isn’t about job security or funding or any of that other shit, as much as it is about legacy.
Opportunity = ?
It occurs to me that there is ALL KINDS of discovery going on here. Such as, learning that there is a “swarm” of satellites that apparently can be directed at a moments notice to deviate from whatever in the fuck it was doing previously, and fly through this whatever it is. Almost like…we are bumping into ourselves coming and going…and we didn’t even know that the other was there.
^Hybrid – Out Of The Dark^
Is it possible for something to be speeding up, and slowing down, at the same time? I would imagine so. I’m just thinking about the temporary nature of matter and energy/energies as they coalesce to do whatever it is they are doing, then go on their way. Especially in “the vacuum of space.” Change that previous thought to “the vacuum of spaces”…and suddenly shit starts to get real creepy. Especially if you are thinking in terms of Neutrons and Neutrinos, how those relate to Quarks/Gluons/Tachyons, and how those relate to Electrons and Protons from the standpoint of motion.
Meaning: Time.
Neutrons are going to be our “Zeros” in the manner in which I’ve been thinking recently. They are dark matter, but not all of it. There are two other components that we can link directly to their formation, and those are Tachyons/Neutrinos via Electrons and Protons, and Electrons and Protons, are the exact same fucking particle, but configured differently. This is gonna give us our vacuums, when Electrons and Protons are in proximity to one another, which are gonna give us not only our Neutrons…but also our shells and valences. Tachyons and/or Neutrons are gonna help, with the help of Quarks and Gluons. Sometimes, our Gluons are gonna be outside of our shells, and sometime in. It all depends on what is being done and why and how.
However…Protons in proximity to other Protons, while operating within a nested environment of Electrons…is what is going to give us our “Particle Zoo.”
Not via collision…but via “stripping.”
Stripping is going to be a reconfiguration of the particles that make up Protons/Electrons, in order to turn one into the other, so that direct contact between these to “same particles” is prohibited.
^Hybrid – Know Your Enemy^
If you think of these particles that make up these Electrons/Protons, as something more akin to geometric shapes that are more along the lines of fractals, that may help. Maybe even imagine “the grid” from the movie Tron. However, not flat per se, but bent to whatever shape(s) they need to configure themselves in, in order to do whatever it is that they need to do, in order to do what they need to do. That previous sentence may sound intentionally ambiguous, but that is not my intention.
Maybe if you think in terms of an aircraft in it’s different flight modes…that’ll help. Clean, Dirty, or combination. Like flaps down? What position? In transition? Gear down? Gear up? Gear down/flaps up, Gear up.flaps down…etc. I’m just thinking that maybe this is where science both go it wrong, AND got it right, in that order, when you flip it sequentially a coupla times.
Right, Wrong, Right, Wrong
Meaning, all of these particles that they started seeing? Yeah…it boggled minds. But then, they started to qualify and quantify and omit, in favor of. So what they are omitting, is the possibility that every single “Proton” that you “slam together” is identical because it comes from the same element. Take Helium for example.
Q: How “old” is that Helium?
A: Carbon Dating?
Think “Metallic Hydrogen” as a molecule instead of an element, and it frees up our atoms to be a little more dynamic than we ever imagined.
Maybe think…”imprints and imprinting.”
That thought sure left an impression on me. đ
^Dick Dale – Surfing Drums^
Now that we have our reaction of the desired variety, and we are seeing computer readouts of shit flying motherfucking everywhere…”now where does that particle go?”
Welp…if we think in terms of data preservation and data retention? Maybe that’ll help.
If we think in terms of data loss? Maybe that’ll … whatever.
I’ve thought about micro-fractures within the framework of these machines that record this shit, and I can’t but think now, of …
"WHAT IN THE FUCK DOES A PARTICLE FROM HELIUM DO WITH ITSELF WHILE EMBEDDED IN A CLUSTER OF COPPER ATOMS OR CARBON COMPOSITE MATERIAL?!?!?!?"
OK…so you replace your detectors as they become old/outdated/worm-out or whatever…NOW where does that particle go? Some landfill? Is the material burned? Shredded and sold for scrap/recycled or re-purposed? Now what? And don’t give me this “irrelevant” bullshit. If these particles and their parts were irrelevant, you wouldn’t be “banging them together.”
^Hybrid – Salt^
Q: How important is Depleted Uranium to your daily needs?
A: ?Âż?
Q: What if you live in the Iraqi Desert? How important is Depleted Uranium to your daily needs?
A: Âż?Âż
Yep…divorce will drive a man crazy. Never mind her and her needs…she is no longer important to me.
(NOTE: Yes...that was bitter sarcasm of the mine variety)
Um…you have particles swirling around in an event of events, that is a series of events leading up to an event…I wonder if there is a point to where that “Big Event” was always going to happen? I mean, that was your intent…right?
HOORAH!!! Break out the party hats. (golf clap)
What about the truck driver/train driver that hauled that shit into your facility? What role and roles did he/she play? We all generate fields around us right? The heart, the brain, and all that other shit that is unimportant until it malfunctions? How important is that shit? I bet that job is pretty important to whoever has it. Prolly so important that it needs to exist, so that they can continue to exist. Weird pathway and pathways model, eh?
Just thinking about the nature in which this “Proton Arc” has come to our attention, and the amount of time that it has taken The Universe to organize, facilitate, and actuate this event. Now…think about how many people have looked at that picture in wonder…now think about the people that wrote this story, the scientists that picked it up from there…now…think about all of the people that have no…fucking…clue that this event happened. Now…let’s give time a little breathing room.
Because our betters are behind us…not in front of us. đ
^”Moon” Little People^
If we use carbon dating to date things that are in our proximity, why wouldn’t they be accurate? Welp…first thing that this dumbass can think of is…”how much carbon was there at the time of The Big Bang?” The second thing that I can think of is…”how long you been using these techniques?” (Meaning: Carbon Dating).
Now that we’ve given time a little break, I guess we can talk about the nature of energy with respect to particles, and how Einstein was prolly right AND wrong, all at the same time, because he left out…time. Or…times…as it were. Why would he do that? I can think of some reasons. Lotta people wanting answers of the definitive sort, and can prolly see him throwing his fucking hands up and saying…”here…chew on this.”
Maybe this’ll help us account for “the missing matter” in The Universe. It’s there. It’s just…fluid. Keep that contextual, and it’ll prolly help with the dynamics of something static that appears to be both…because it is. Influence and friction is all that comes to mind here. That sometimes things need to connect and or grind, and sometimes…not. Both are equally important, when and where they are. I’m gonna shudder a little bit, start thinking about the possibility of creating “pure vacuums” that are already nested in a vacuum that is deceptively not really a vacuum…then we can maybe think about making us some Neutrons. Should help us skip Anti-Matter completely.
^Groove Armada – Edge Hill^
Just fuckin wit cha. I’m gonna skip Neutrons (har har) and think about this Morgellon’s shit, since we are talking about small things that don’t matter. But sometime back, I stumbled across some shit about these Austrailian Termites, and these bacteria that live within their gut digesting the wood. I then stumbled across this Icelandic Moss, and it got me to thinking about bacteria and how we think of them today. Meaning: Pretty fucking indifferent. I have no idea what the bacteria themselves think about us, but may have some ideas.
Anyway…yeah…splinters.
Q: How wood our bodies deal with a splinter?
A: Tweezers?
Nope! Those are for Unibrow type people đ
But yeah…if we get a splinter, and think we plucked it all out, but there are microscopic or larger particles that we cannot see, once that wound heals…how in the FUCK does the body know how to deal with it? Especially if we have loaded that wound with antiseptics and antibiotics and shit like that?
I know some people are prolly already leaning towards medicine/modern medicine, and are thinking about all of the lives that have been saved by antibiotics. And to that I would say…”Hey…yer preaching to the choir brother/sister”…they have saved my life a time or two. But…how long is that good for? I mean, not me personally, since I am utterly fucking hopeless/completely worthless…but as a species? As a planet? Do we really ALWAYS need antibiotics? I dunno the answer either. But, to me, it explains things like MRSA a bit.
Q: It is possible, that bacteria would be attracted to a certain area/wound, in order to assist?
A: ...
Lotta…separation types of thinking to think about there. Especially within the context of evolution, whether that be a compeletly automated process, intelligently designed/controlled, or both.
Sounds…familiar.
I’m gonna distance myself from this, all the way down to the next paragraph.
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
This “sidewall cooling” bit here may seem a bit out of order, but not really. If we are only looking at the energetic portion of an event, and not the anti-energetic portions of these events? Yeah…we’re prolly missing some shit. And by that I mean…what about all of those Electrons swirling around driving those Protons? What if they themselves are not behaving the way that you think they are? Anyone monitoring that shit?
I’m thinking pulses here, and how that directly relates to “the event”…but what I’ve been thinking about more and more is that some if not most of these electrons eventually aren’t moving at all. They are simply reconfiguring themselves in a single space, to accommodate a pull, rather than pushing. If you think in terms of a strobe-like effect, that is pulsing?
Yeah…thinking about it now, maybe more of a “plasma type-of phasing” that is working to prohibit, rather than facilitate. Maybe “accommodate” is a better way to think of this, since we are learning afterall. I’m trying to accommodate the heat AND the cold, as well as the motion and the time and times that are already nested in time and times. They are just…different sets of time and times that are operating at the same time. Almost like the disruption that happens just prior to a wing “going supersonic.” Not only as if to say “should we do this” or “are you sure you wanna do this”…but also a “can we do this.” That at some point, a particle/atom of Lithium can exceed the speed of light, if and when that becomes necessary.
Lotta green in that “Steve” whatever.
Just sayin'.
^SoogoWonk – Pink Missiles^
My blood-type has been tested and the results were AB-. But a few times, it has been tested as inconclusive, and sometimes AB+-ish. So thinking about my ugly scraggy-assed body in this big-assed Universe of ours…what would make someone’s blood type…waffle?
Say…if a certain someone may have a bunch of fiberglass embedded in their body, and the conductive nature of this material, and as these factors relate to the spin and spins of our environment(s)/Universe…ya think that might make someone with a rare blood-type like mine…erm…flakey?
I dunno. Prolly impossible. Prolly just my Bipolar Disorder acting up and giving me delusions of grandeur. And that shit is all localized and my environment has no effect on it.
Where was I?
WOMEN!!! Women are awesome.
Um…yeah…Morgellon’s. If I have a scar with some shiznit in there that could not be removed, what is my body supposed to do with it?
Welp, if we take a leap of faith here, and consider the possibility that this walking/talking learning machine that we occupy can get smart/clever all on it’s own, we might have a chance to investigate some channels that others might personify as “a bit off the beaten path.” Not like someone has already walked that “beaten path”…I mean…they have an injury for Chrissakes.
The body ALWAYS knows what to do? Yeah, me either. Meaning…I don’t know. But I know that I’ve had enough ingrown toenails and fingernails to know that cutting the fingernails can sometimes be a risky proposition. Not that I am suggesting that we not attend to our nails, but attending to them/being mindful of them is not inclusive ONLY of cutting them/making sure they are pretty. Swelling sometimes made those ingrown fingernails/toenails bearable and fixable. Cept for the time I had to get a nail cut-off in the doctor’s office. <BLECH!!!>
^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^
Q: Why would someone “crave” sugar?
A: Because they do.
If, according to science, the body seems to prefer lactose to glucose, why would we crave sugar? I mean, this shit causes Diabetes. Why would our body not be producing lactic acid? Lack of exercise? Lack of motion? “Chained” to a desk? If we think about those two substances as channels for communication, then include fat(s) and oil(s) and how those relate to the body?
Yeah…we wash a lot of that shit away…daily. So maybe there is a need to communicate? That communications are being slowed or disrupted? Maybe even stoppages? Like legs and feet going to sleep? I mean, thinking about sticky platelets in proximity to rubber-containing or synthetic rubber or polymer containing socks, pants, hose, shoes and shit like that? Who says that there is not some sort of attraction there with respect to someone shifting in their seat all day?
Almost as if the body is sensing an injury that is happening, but the internal messages are being disrupted due to other similar energies/materials in proximity to these messages. Maybe even…conflicting messages? Maybe to the point of cessation? Meaning, a material within the body starts to get signals that it is needed, then the warning is called off/postponed, but THEN…these same materials start to get messages via alternate pathways. Almost as if some backup system has kicked in to verify what the FUCK is going on. Or…not going on…as it were.
All of this not doing anything sure as shit is taking up a lot of time and resources for not much getting done. We better check this shit out.
^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^
I watched this movie called Looper sometime back, and it was really interesting, but it also freaked me the fuck out. Mainly because, it contained a lot of elements that I have pondered with respect to time-travel. Loops and Knots being the biggies. But not ever really knowing what those were, I keep my mind in the present, and they don’t seem quite as scary.
At least, not until you think about inventing some time machine, and at the moment of it’s creation, everyone and everything that would ever use that machine and its pathways pouring the fuck out of it all that that same time. Kinda gets…erm…gloopy and globby with all kinds of globules and stuff. Which…thinking of globules and meteorites with respect to that sky snot that is sometimes spotted in proximity to these events.
Been thinking about that transitional nature of things and the facilitators of these events/actions. Unburned jet fuel…for one. If the atmosphere contains a bunch of unburned jetfuel that is floating around up there, that gets turned into this gel shit that then falls to the earth and evaporates…um…is it me…or does it sound like something doesn’t know where to go?
If we think about satellites and the propellants that they use, and think about “crazy unpredictable weather” with respect to shit that has nowhere to go…do we…
A) Freak Out,
or
B) Freak Out,
or
C) Freak the FUCK OUT!!!
I dunno either. Just…thinking out loud. This is pretty basic stuff since we got all modernized and such.
Imma go play some Plants vs. Zombies.
^Röyksopp – Happy Up Here [Official Music Video]^
Yeah…this is the crazy kind of shit that I try not to think about when trying to think about how to make someone happy as best I can.
And yes…”me” is on that list of “People To Make Happy.”
I must have mental problems or some sort of personality trait defect.
News came through yesterday that Harleyrider, long-time commentator in the Blue Universe and fearsome fighting opponent of Tobacco Control has died. I’d shambled Harley at the LoL before… I’m sure wherever he is now, he still fighting for us smokers…
*Ha! Dawned on me too, Clicky… Tobacco Control are in SO much fucking trouble now…*
Well, it was going to be a double header for Sunday, Dear Reader: two missives from Cade, butt… in the end I spent the evening with Thoughtful Man, helping him catch up on Doctor Who episodes…
*I was only going to watch the new episode with him but he kept asking “What happened to Clara?’ and “Who the fuck is Nardole?” …/sigh…*
*Yeah, and it’s not even like hadn’t seen those episodes before… /thinks… It almost like… /squints… like he was playing dumb or sumthing…*
So without further ado, Dear Reader, here is The Okie Devil’s second missive for Easter Sunday. Enjoy! â€
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HAPPY EASTER DOUCHEBAGS!!!
It was on this day a coupla thousand years ago, that someone died/was killed, then…WHOOSH…vanished.
Q: When did this “person of interest” vanish?
A: ???
^Matt Lange – Escapist^
I guess when we think about our own lives, and the stories that we hear, there is a simultaneousness that is created over time with respect to stories that we hear over the span of our life. Maybe an understanding that is always there, that is balanced by a non-understanding, or vice versa. Maybe this is an additional factor that sometimes drives us to know. But there’s a problem with even that. I guess someone trying to prove that this is correct or incorrect is going to have to prove the proof at some point. So you’re gonna have to recruit. You’re gonna have to figure out how to find others that think the way you think, or believe what you believe, so that you can prove whatever it is that you are trying to prove.
Q: Is this what has happened to teaching/teachers?
A: SAY WUT?!?!?!?
I’m only thinking of my own experiences, and how those experiences of the “mine” variety relate to those that I have observed around me who have shared their similar experiences with me.
Yep…still trying to understand, exactly what it is that I am supposed to be understanding.
So…practice. Or…”in-practice”…if that makes more sense.
^Matt Lange – Count It^
If I seek out someone to help me, is what they recommend considered law?
If someone seeks me out for help, is what I recommend considered law?
That’s kinda how I operate. At least, how I try to operate. This is what I was taught. But I’ve found that the practical application of these precepts pretty much necessitate throwing them out the window first-rattle-out-of-the-bag upon encountering either. This allows me to view anyone as I interact with as an individual…and not some situational statute that must be adhered to and followed.
This is a person who’s experience and experiences are going to vary within the aforementioned constructs. And when we get topical as to the specific issue at hand? The potential(s) become damn near limitless as to the possibilities within that particular exchange. Maybe this is another place where we get things really fucking right and/or really fucking wrong within certain disciplines of human endeavors. Maybe it’s because of all of the shit that we continue to omit under the assumption of “if it wasn’t needed then, we ain’t gonna need it now nor ever.”
Oh yeah?
Q: What’s the issue?
A: WHAT?!?!?
Yeah. What’s the issue? Done this before have you? Oh…you have? Hmmm…then why are you doing it again?
^deadmau5 – Polaris^
Prolly why “the cyclical models” work so well AND fail so spectacularly. You include one time as the base for the cycle…and then…leave all other times within that time out.
Almost sounds like…growth.
Soooo….
Q: If we take a single bacteria…and intentionally “suspend” that living organism’s “anima”…what does that do to time?
A: ?Âż?
Are you thinking small or big here with respect to time and times? Because if you aren’t thinking singularly, with respect to the nested time and times, then you are prolly thinking destructively.
Time stops for one, time stops for all.
Impossible?
Are you thinking “instantaneously” with respect to that stoppage? Or are you taking time into consideration there? Time does have a flow to it afteall, even within the context of simultaneousness and or singularity. So let’s think of this in terms of a freight train that encounters an issue.
Q: If the engine pulling our train suddenly stops completely, what happens to the cars that this engine is pulling?
A: Almost has an "unstoppable force meets immovable object" kinda ring to it eh?
Welp…reactions take time. Irrespective of the amount of time that reaction takes, and irrespective of the observers ability to comprehend/measure/quantify that time.
Q: If time stops for one, that cascades and causes time to stop for all, how would you know?
A: ...
Time has stopped for you. How would you know?
^No Mana – Metronomes For Pulsars (Monstergetdown Remix)^
Maybe this video below helps with the concept of “unexpected persistences”…and how they relate to immovable objects/unstoppable forces…and maybe not.
^Hancock Saves Ray ”Train Scene” – Hancock-(2008) Movie Clip Blu-ray HD^
Thinking of time as motion that perpetuates itself through its system via systems that creates this system, what happens when time stops at location “A” via a “System A Stoppage?”
A = Location time stopped.
System A = system that stopped at location A.
Q: What happens to Location B/System B?
A: A + B = X
X is simultanous there as both “A” and “B” and “X” when “X = A + B”…but there is going to be a compounding factor since we don’t know the result(s) of any…let alone what those results will result in over time over times over time.
So…”X” always exists. It’s simply a matter of when and where “X” coalesces and/or manifests and how.
X = The Mystery in the now, via the past, to the future.
BUT FEAR NOT!!! For there is not simply one set of “A + B = X”…there are two.
Heh...heh...heh.
^deadmau5 & ATTLAS – bad at titles^
Yep…two sets.
A + B = XX = B + A
But, I’m gonna go ahead and point out that these two equations are simultaneous, because of the third iteration of this equation that is embedded within it. I’m not ready to post the full equation yet because I don’t know how to describe it other than just show you the original equation that spawned the other two equations that are nested in a single equation. My oldest son came up with the equation, and I am trying to explain it. I guess this is what “real scientists” endure at the behest of their ideas, but I can only guess. I’m not a scientist, real or otherwise. Just someone who happened to be in the right spot to see some things coming together in a lot of ways that make perfect sense, and no sense whatsoever.
So the embedded third set is going to be…
A ->< - X -><- B
Maybe if you keep in mind that “X” is always simultaneously “X” and/or “A” and/or “B”…that’ll help. Just keep in mind that “X” is always “X”, but “X” can and does become “A” when and if it does…
X = A| = |A = X
Once X becomes A, A pushes X to a placeholder for “B”…should “B” eventually manifest/need to manifest. However I should also point out that even in this mode, “A” is still unknown, and/or, known but unrealized. “X” is gonna help us in the now, via A/B, beginning to end.
^Robert Oaks – Apparitions^
So now that we have A = X, we can move on to…
A + X = B
To help a little bit as to “the role of X”…think of splitting “X” like so…
X = \/ + /\X = > + <
Yeah…a dynamic pointer in a 4-dimensional space that is manifested in the 5th dimension that has 3 extra dimensions of time.
I think of “X coalescing” as a wink. That X only becomes X, when its time for some evaluation as to how to proceed from there. Keeping a “one two, one two” kind of marching cadence is going to help. Because once we find our “B”? X is gonna become a little more dynamic than it already was in its static representation.
EX: When A + X = B, = A + B = X, X = X/Y/Z
So...
A + B = X
and/or
A + B = X/Y/Z
The addition of “Y” and “Z” are going to give us a little “cushion”…if you will…and they are also going to be representative of “A” and “B”, but BACKWARDS…as a method of accounting. An “audit trail”…if you will.
Any of this sound familiar to anyone?
Yeah…it erm…crosses some lines.
But if you keep in mind when and where these lines originated in the first place? Maybe that’ll make it seem less creepy. That’s my hope anyway.
^deadmau5 feat. Grabbitz – Let Go (NemesiZ Remix)^
Anyone else gotta report to work tomorrow? SUCKERS!!! I”M UNEMPLOYED AND NEVER WORK!!! HAHAHAHAHA…or something (I’ll try and work on maintaining my composure better)
^Blue Mora – Life^
If I told you, that the original model for time as we know it now, was made out of wood, would you believe me? More than that, what if I told you that this model for time that was made out of wood? Yeah…it eventually became the engine that started time as we know it today, once this model was put into motion.
Maybe if you think about the time that it took to create this model, and the amount of time that it took for this model to run in order to create the time and times that we know today…maybe that’ll help.
I’m seeing 6-sided blocks, that are arranged like some psychotic “Jenga” stack, that are actually tumblers that roll and tumble in a sequence that activates/deactivates the blocks that it comes in contact with, in multiple ways in multiple dimensions…all at the same time and at different times. There are certain blocks in motion, and some that are at rest, but the whole is always in motion. Maybe if you think in terms of infinities embedded within the concept of eternity, that’ll help.
We are talking about Chaos Theory here, and how The Butterfly Effect is going to relate to Sting Theory and Quantum Dynamics. I intentionally changed that term from Quantum Mechanics, because we are talking about looking backwards through time at the motions and actions of the machine itself, and the results set and sets of those dynamics, and how they relate to our world/universe today. If Quantum Mechanics and Quantum Cosmology are spit, and neither is making progress in either regard, welp…even stagnation has a dynamic.
Not trying to combine anything there. But that is the intent at some point as far as I can tell. Coming together? Weird when you think about that concept in a Universe that is always coming apart. Hmmm…coming together in one place, and coming apart in another. Whodathunkit?
^No Mana feat. Winnie Ford – Constellations^
I guess we can learn things “on our own” if we keep that “on our own” concept in perspective. It’s damn hard to do that’s for sure. I guess it’s sad for me personally, to at this point have to think about weaponry and “advances” with respect to discovery. But I also know that I am not alone in this regard. Lotta examples of people who are seeking peace somehow finding war, and people seeking war finding peace, and blah blah blah.
Yeah…very “blah” sounding, all that war and peace is. In our time, just over the last few days and weeks…bombs being dropped, missiles being launched/fired, weapons being deployed, others being tested. Its confusing as shit. It’s even more confusing when you try and rationalize confusion into making some kind of sense. Hell, that concept of “rationalizing confusion” sounds warlike in and of itself. I’m not suggesting that you hit your knees every time that you do something, but maybe a pause within the confusion here and there ain’t such a bad notion.
I mean, we are becoming a 24/7/365=366 world, in a world that could already be defined as existing in such a tense and tenses. But requiring someone to work on day that you yourself refuse to work on? Requiring someone to work hours that you yourself do not work? Requiring someone to adhere to standards you yourself do not adhere to? Yeah…I think shit like that is going to have a natural propensity to manifest itself in ways that you can neither anticipate nor understand. And how in the hell are you gonna make these connections or reach some sort of understanding as to their plausibility if you continue to dismiss the same potential sources over and over again.
Insanity = Doing the same thing over and over again, using the same methods and expecting a different result.
Welp…I have some problems with that particular quip. Mainly, because it seems to be all about time and times, and yet omits time completely. It’s “result(s) based thinking” at its worst…and/or at its best (to be fair). And I guess that’s really what this is all about, eh?
Fairness?
I dunno. Maybe you have a different agenda.
/me shrugs
^ATTLAS – The Machinery Chewed^
There was an odd reference to “the wine-press” somewhere I stumbled across recently. Which made me think of “The Grape” as “The Butterfly In The Wheel” in that “Wine-Press” context. But thinking about it now, it also makes me think of this concept of Kenosis, and what a mysterious concept this is even to someone like me. Someone like me being, someone who is comfortable with the concept of God/gods, and equally comfortable with the concept of no God/gods. I dunno what in the fuck they are or would be, and haven’t bumped into any lately, so why would either concept not make sense? Welp, that’s any easy one…”because they don’t”. Meaning, they don’t make sense because they don’t make sense to someone. The fact that something not making sense to someone, also doesn’t make sense to you personally? Yeah…makes sense. lolz.
^HolyU – Hidden Lines^
The thought of being hooked up to some machine in order to “prove” that I don’t know something? Yeah…kinda scary. I mean, I don’t know why you are hooking me up to this machine/why you didn’t believe my original answer, but that’s gonna make me question myself…make my mind race. Especially within the context of all the other confusion that is going on. Order comes out of chaos? Is that really your line of thinking? Because you might have “the order” confused or out of context there. If “the machine” knows “the truth”…then my suggestion would be to ask the machine, and leave me out of your fucking process and processes altogether.
^Robert Oaks – It’s Coming^
This is a pretty good batch of songs, yeah? Not that you are listening to any of them, but a lot of new shit in there from the Mau5trap label via a random YouTube playlist. Good stuff.
^Notaker – Abyss^
Q: If you are going to “take me for a ride”…what consideration(s) are you really affording me?
A: Âż?Âż
I mean, I was enjoying the ride I was on just fine thank you very much. Why arbitrarily snatch me off one ride just to put me on another, under the auspices of “yer gonna love this one!” Gee thanks…lolz.
I guess the answer is pretty simple. Need and needs. That’s why I try and look at things as objectively as I can. The concept of “elders” and/or “someone more knowledgeable/experienced” is real…so why would this concept not be equally true in practice? Yeah…lotta smart people in the world. Lotta experience and experiences experiencing things. I guess maybe that notion of “when to poke your head up, and when to duck your head down” helps out sometimes. But in a time when a grenade or bomb can “get you” just as easily as a bullet? Yeah…shit can get confusing. Situations can easily seem winnable and unwinnable at the same time.
So…if you’re gonna make me play, I play it my way as best I can. I guess that’s why the concept of “the solider” works both in theory AND in practice, although it works for the same AND different reasons depending on whether the soldier in question is in training or combat.
In Training: Soldier = Fighting selflessly for God and country.
In Combat: Soldier = Fighting for self and comrades.
Yeah, that Russian Nesting Dolls concept ain’t that hard to grasp, but it’s damn hard to hold onto. Weird.
^No Mana – Static^
I guess that’s enough nonsense for one particular whatever. Not trying to set any kind of record. And I know that I just created a shitload of work for someone else to now have to sift through and evaluate. Maybe me shutting the fuck up will help, so let me do just that…right…about…here.
It has been a quiet Easter weekend, Dear Reader, which I have mostly spent watching movies with my pampered pooch, Poppy, asleep at my side. Last night after watching the new Doctor What episode, I decided to re-watch a favourite moving picture of mine, called ‘The Fall’…
In between I received a new missive from The Okie Devil, reproduced for your enjoyment, below…
*******
There once was a man from Kent.
Whose dick was so long it was bent.
Although it was trouble…
He’s stick it in double…
And instead of coming, he went.
^The Chemical Brothers – Let Forever Be^
There once was a man from Lampasas.
Whose balls were made out of brass.
He’d rub them together…
And make stormy weather…
And lightning, shot out of his ass.
^PropellerHeads – Bang On!^
We haven’t had a “wavy wall” in a while, so let’s take a question from The Whatever However Hotline!!!
HAPPY FUCKING SATURDAY SHITHEADS!!!
TOMORROW IS MOTHERFUCKING EASTER!!!
DID YOU BUY YOUR MOM A FUCKING BONNET?!?!?!
Yeah…there’s a bee in my bonnet.
Must have recently been reminded of my being privy to the concept of hornets in a way that may be foreign to some. I guess I could say “an intimate knowledge” of swarming hornets that are battling each other for territory, and what it is like to be in the middle of that…but that may bee too vague, seeing as how I also have some experience with bees and wasps.
Hey…what can I say? The fucking things fascinate me. Plus, being the wimpy little kid that I was, I spent a lot of time hiding in bushes from bullies. Bushes are full of wasp nests. Prolly because of the bees that buzz around outside that bush when it is blooming, and bees proximity to that bush when it is NOTblooming. Not that we should read too deep into a 3/4 year old kid making such observations at that age since kids are stupid at that age.
^Pleasurekraft – Anubis (Mike Vale Remix)^
Someone just passed a certain something along to me, that kinda “hit home” with some things that I’ve been pondering. Especially with respect to redundancy in complex systems. My thinking, being along the lines of a complex machine made more complex by these redundancies.
Q: If the redundancy is needed, how/why is it necessary?
A: ...
Yeah. Something to that effect prolly hanging on the wall of every engineer who ever lived, to keep them “on track”…so to speak…when dealing with duplication through automation.
WHEW!!! I just opened a can of worms there, eh? “Duplication through automation” with respect to redundancy. Especially when you start thinking in terms of templates, molds and moulding…and how those relate to a 5-dimensional universe in a holographic theme. If I lost you there, maybe go outside and look at some clouds, or watch the stars as they transverse the sky, and it’ll help with that potentially confusing “holographic” addition of mine. If you watch a cloud lounge enough, it will change and/or move. If you watch a star or the moon long enough, you will be able to detect that they are moving. If you have the courage to realize that movement is transpiring right under your feet…you might get a little…woozy at the thought. Especially if you go further and start thinking about the light, the sources of that light, and the motion(s) that generate/sustain/direct them.
Now…let’s think about you (now that we’ve thought about all that other crazy shit).
Let’s go into the eye, via the ears, since you might be a little…off balance, after thinking about that shit.
^GTA & Diplo – Boy Oh Boy (Original Mix) [Tomorrowland Video HD]^
I guess I am thinking about the concept of “a safety chain” as it relates to a system, within the context of that system. Not that I know anything about a device known as “a safety chain” or anything like that, in the event that A) The Safety Chain is missing, or B)The Safety Chain is present, but it also failed. Seriously, I have no knowledge of such an event transpiring, nor the consequences/aftermath of such a scenario. So…I digress.
Q: At what point is “a safety chain” NOT…a permanent and required fixture within the framework that requires it?
A: ...<no answer to be had here...not yet anyway>...
So, I guess application and context within applying the application(s) would prolly help us out as to the necessity of a safety chain.
I tried to look up “safety chain” there, but stumbled across the above instead since a definition of “safety chain” could not be located. But let’s move forward as to “redundancy” as it relates to errors, erring, and errant. Since I am a fuckup, this section’s addressing of this topic SHOULD be quite easy for me to breeze through. But once things start failing within a system, and failures continue to cascade and multiply, I think that maybe…a little…reflection might be in order. Give these things some time and some thought.
Yeah…the “safety chain” thought is just a little too close to home right now with respect to some events that I haven’t thought about since I was a child.
Mystery Remains Mysterious! NEXT!
^M.I.A. – Paper Planes^
“The room spins” for me all the time. I mean, not really. But it does when I think about this shit. Or at least, it used to when I was a kid. I’ve learned some ways to help with the spinning, because the spinning is usually not actually “spinning.” It’s typically more of a “mushy kinda roll” kinda thing. Almost like someone just smacked me right on top of my head. Not that anyone has ever smacked me on top of the head or anything…but I digress.
But yeah, I think that being an asthmatic/someone with allergies to virtually everything/difficulty breathing prolly also has helped in that regard. Some might wish to edict “control” or “self-control” here…but I’ve found that any type of action on my part that opposes what is happening at this point? Yeah, it tends to make things even worse. BUT!!! Not always. YOU are the best judge of that, since this IShappening to you and you alone at the time that this happens.
So yeah…kinda…rolling with it, if you will.
Developing the ability to catch yourself.
Sounds impossible eh?
Welp…it ain’t.
Just keep that notion contextual and situational, and you should have no problem when you must rely on someone else to catch you, after you mastered the concept of catching yourself your own damn self all by yourself.
Keeping in mind that we are an assimilation of parts, in many ways, and rely on many things to arrive where we arrive where we arrive when we arrive there…and you’ll prolly have less of a problem with humility in those “EUREKA!!!” types of moments.
A “Zero Wave” type of wave. A wave that has all of the characteristics of a wave, and at the same time, none of the characteristics of a wave, because neither can be confirmed nor validated, leaving this wave in an existent, but unprovable, state.
Yeah…I just made up all that bullshit as far as know, but what I am thinking about here, is the “lifey” kinda ring to that concept as it relates to “dark matter/dark energy” in the current thinking.
EX: -99.9/99.9
A simultaneousness type of result, that mathematically can only be represented with an equal number of deficiencies on both sides of zero. “Zero” was represented above by me using the “/” sign so that it might make more sense to anyone mathematically inclined.
-99.9/\99.9
How’s that? Better? Or is the thought of taking those decimals out giving you “the willys.” The decimal is representative of zero in my use of math, so in my head, the above would look like this…
-9.99/\99.-9
Meaning, you have positive AND negative on both sides…all at the same time.
^MESHUGGAH – Bleed (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
I guess what I am thinking about here is the concept of balance, and what it is. Welp, if you think of yourself sitting completely motionless in the lotus-position, you’ll realize that the rest of The Universe is going 90-to-nothing spinning around you. lolz.
“90-to-nothing” means “REAL FUCKING FAST!!!” in these parts where I live. So yeah…chaos that ain’t so chaotic, and sometimes real fucking chaotic. To relate, imagine that you were not sitting there peacefully in that lotus-position while contemplating the mysteries of the universe…but rather…someone FORCED you into that position…and now…you can’t move.
Can’t move.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t leave.
Can’t stay.
So yeah…the concept of indecision/indecisiveness, represented quasi-mathematically.
No connections to be made there, eh?
^Knife Party – ‘Sleaze’^
So now that I’ve seemingly grown the balls to bridge that gap, now what?
Welp…I think some motion was prolly on the agenda there for someone. Non-motion appears to be on the agenda for someone else. All at different times with different intentions and/or purposes, but I’m kinda familiar of what it is like to be put into a position that I have no clue why I am being put into that position, and then have to endure it as best I can. You prolly also have some experience with that sort of thing. But to me personally, my salvation sometimes also lies within that vast ocean of stupid and not-knowing/non-knowing that fills the gap between my ears. Not that I am always naive and stupid. But I temper knowledge with wisdom as best I can, when it and where necessary, and keep the option of “throwing all that shit out the window, and just going with the flow” sometimes as well. I mean hell…I might just learn something new.
Maybe you are familiar with the “double-edge sword” concept. Just keep in mind that “the double-edge sword” in any analogy…also has a sheath. Keep in mind the hand that must draw or sheath that sword, and the arm that hand is connect to? And you are on your way. But that’s prolly just my own wimpy assed way of begging for mercy, since I have no clue why someone would be brandishing a sword in my proximity. I could prolly make some guesses, but I ain’t gonna do your work for you.
^Tegan and Sara – Now I’m All Messed Up [Official Lyric Video]^
Thinking about the concept of “moving up in the world”…maybe that’s why “new money” has trouble transitioning. I mean, if I can imagine something, why would I not be comfortable with what I imagine that I want, when I actually GETthat something that I wanted that I now have? I guess this is where “others” come into the picture. Maybe “the new others” and our thoughts about them, as well as “the old others” and our thoughts about them. So…change.
^Fantastic Plastic Machine – Bachelor Pad^
Is the concept of positive and negative numbers existing on the same side of an equation too much to even ponder?
Q: Why?
A: !!!
I mean, even when you get to your positive number here, and your negative number there, here and there are eventually here and there at the same time right? So why not a result set that contains these two possibilities in a single answer via a multi-faceted equation? I mean…Jesus H. Christ hopping on a pogo stick!!! Isn’t this what you fucks are looking for? A “Unified Theory?”
Maybe if I worded that as “A Unified Theory”…and included the “A” instead of excluding it, that’ll help here and there as we proceed. Especially if you think in terms of beginnings and endings. Maybe the term “commencement” will help in that regard. I dunno /me shrugs
^Hello Seahorse – Despues^
I guess I’m thinking about what is “relayed to the public via science” or some other “official channel(s)” with respect to what we know about what you know. If you are trying to jam 950 billion equations together into a single mold…welp, that was already done. You just gotta adjust your focus with respect to the mold and molds, as well as your role in it. That’s what I’m trying to do anyway. I ain’t gonna wear your fucking hat or T-shirt because you tell me to. But I might wear it of my own volition. But even that has a sneaky aspect to it doesn’t it? Almost as if “my challenge to your challenge” has so challenged you, that you are gonna win irrespective of the cost(s). So you feel humiliated, and returning that humiliation is the only response. Sounds fair. Let’s dance.
^Pogo – Where I Belong HD^
I dunno mang and/or mangette, I gots no answers. If today’s correct answer is gonna be proven incorrect tomorrow, I guess it’s no wonder that science sometimes stumbles all-over itself looking for that some something while they are holding it in their hands. Because I sure as SHIT understand that concept quite well. The problem being that we chide ourselves today for ignoring tomorrow, or chide ourselves tomorrow for not taking advantage of something yesterday. But…I mean…we’re here right? It’s now right? Doesn’t that open the door for all kinds of possibility? Potentially it does anyway.
/me shrugs
Dunno.
Feeling kinda sapped myself.
^05 Datos Intimos (She’s a Tease) Happy-Fi Coyote Nights^
Blasphemies aside…have a wonderful Easter Sunday should you participate in that particular activity.
“Hello mum. How are you?” Kit Kat plonked himself in Thoughtful Man’s chair and looked at me earnestly.
I was engrossed in reading Cade’s latest missive on my computer screen. “I’m fine thanks, Kitten. And you?”
“I’m okay,” he said, “Are you doing anything interesting?”
“Yes.” I carried on reading and editing.
“Mum, would you like a sip?” Kit Kat held a can of Pepsi to me. He was now lounging on the floor, propped up on one elbow like he was attending a Roman feast. “Bet you didn’t even see me leave and come back.”
“No thanks, darling, and yes I did.” I hadn’t.
“Okay,” he said taking a swig from the can. I carried on reading.
“Is it the thirteenth today?” Kit Kat asked from the arm of my enormous chair. He stroked the sleeping dog beside me and peered at my computer screen. “I’m not looking at your stuff,” he said defensively, “I just saw the date.”
“Yeah,” I said turning to look at his flushed face. There is only reason for this level of attentiveness from Thing Two. “Do you want something to eat?”
“Ooh are you making food, mum?” Thing One interjected from his Captain’s Chair without taking his eyes from his game. “Can I have a garlic pizza?”
I got up from my seat and went into the kitchen. Kit Kat was already there, holding open the doors of the fridge freezer, contemplating the array of foodstuffs that Thoughtful Man had put in there the day before.
“Oh, there’s only one garlic pizza left,” I said pulling the box from the freezer. “If you wanted this you should have just said instead of faffing about.”
He took his time in front of the open doors, rocking back and forth on his heels, humming and hawing before pointing at a small cardboard and cellophane box nestled on the second shelf of the fridge. “What’s that?”
I picked up the chicken caesar wrap Thoughtful Man had bought for me. “Do you want it?”
“What date is on it?” Kit Kat asked nonchalantly.
“The thirteenth,” I said with a squint.
“Thanks,” he said taking it from my hands. “No point in wasting it.”
*******
I’m dead in the water.
Need a life-raft.
I'm fond of catamarans if that helps.
^BAD – U2^
I guess I otter talk about water. Been thinking about it since some Aussie Asshat made some comments earlier in the week on their blog, then some Limey Lady made even more comments on my comments on the Aussie’s comments. Who in the FUCK gives a shit what some Okie from Texas has to say about anything…let alone my thoughts on water? I guess the type of pondering that I do is kinda difficult for some to understand, because I tend to ponder a lot. Not that there is any connection there with pondering water…heh heh heh. But I guess its that “pond-during-water” that makes a pond a pond. Without the water, the pond is a dried up hole, just waiting for rain to fill it. Not that you should read too deep into this.
Well...maybe you should, maybe shouldn't.
May is a great time for rain in these parts. Maybe it’ll rain and fill those ponds for the summer…Maybe it won’t. Don’t wanna put all our fish in one pond. Someone may just depend on it.
^U2 – Pride (In The Name Of Love)^
“Just because you are dumb, doesn’t mean you have to be stupid.”
“Just because you are stupid, doesn’t mean you have to be dumb.”
Q: Welp, what if you are both, and trying to be neither?
A: ...
I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are stupid and/or dumb?
I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are not stupid and/or dumb?
I wonder where someone might get the idea that their ideas are stupid and/or dumb?
“Righteous-indignation” and “self-righteousness” seems to be on the agenda as of late. So lemme turn that gun on myself here, since I’m not real big on righteousness of any kind since it tends to be borne of unkindness in my experience…
"I HATE...self-righteous people."
Welp, since I’m not righteous, is that my reason/the reason I hate righteousness? Prolly. But I primarily hate the method of delivery. Meaning how the virtue of righteousness is obtained and shared. Gonna be a lotta mud-slinging in there. Guess someone has found some source of water since there is mud to sling at someone else.
Is that the best you got?
I get the mud and you get the water?
Fuck it. I’ll take it.
I am able to picture a British climber on the downslopes of Siula Grande in Peru, slurping mud to survive after breaking one of his legs. The story being, that he and his companion were able to summit Siula Grande climbing a face that had never been climbed before…ever…by anyone. That’s…where the story began. Odd eh? Most would think that the summit would be the end of the story.
Welp…if that’s where you want the story to end…that’s where it ends.
^U2 – Mysterious Ways^
I guess I could quote Jim Morrison/The Doors here, and their “No One Gets Out Of Here Alive” vein of thinking, as it seems applicable. But have you ever considered the possibility of a life lived never being more alive at the point of death? And I’m not talking about the “At least they died doing something they loved” types of thinking either. Kinda thinking, both of the previous thoughts with some other types of thinking/thoughts as well. Lotta stirring and swirling needs cooking when thinking about thinking. Especially if you are in the business of telling others what to think.
!!! SAY WUT?!?!?!?
Yeah…the business of telling others what to think. There’s no escaping it irrespective of your business. The question is, “what is your business?”
See what a trap I’ve set there for myself?
Yep...it's a doozy.
^U2 – I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For^
Q: If you get something for free, can you turn around and charge a fee to someone else for that same thing?
A: Sometimes?
How long is that sometimes? All times? Sounds like the model for that mode of thinking is already there/already exists. Now…we just have to figure out how best to utilize it. So yeah…justification…we need some. Anyone know where we can pick up some justification? We do wanna be able to sleep at night afterall.
^U2 – Vertigo^
I’ve made the case, that should God/gods exist, they don’t need “proof” or “justification” in my mind.
DUDE!!! YOU WERE RAISED IN A CHRISTIAN HOME/ENVIRONMENT!!! YOU ARE BIASED!!! BRAINWASHED!!!
True. Gods like Kundalini and Zeus and Brahma and Atum and Set are always on my mind…I am COMPLETELY brainwashed by Jesus and Yahweh/YHVH or whatever that guy’s name is. I guess YHVH wanted things his way.
lolz...I'm going straight to hell for that one....lolz
But yeah…it seems to me, that in my limited readings of ancient texts, that “the gods” were some smart motherfuckers. They always seem to be more about advice and fellowship, than answers. Meaning: We seek out the gods for answers, and we never seem to stop and consider their time and/or the times spent with them.
We want something…they have it.
It’s rarely what we expected…therefore, it adds that “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?” kinda dimension to it, that when you think about it, you kinda get the feeling that “so did they.” Meaning that they gave the thought some thought(s), and those thoughts took some time. Almost as if they saw you coming.
I wonder…did we see them coming?
Prolly not.
We have too many preconceived notions about them and what they are based on what we think we know.
And where did we get that information?
Welp…I dunno…where did you get your information?
Is where you got it relevant?
Or was it the fact that you got it relevant?
Get it?
^The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony^
I have a quick thought regarding the previous song, and the concept of “bittersweet.”
Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two even when they are combined?
A: ?Âż?
Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two when they are separate, but tasted one at a time?
A: Âż?Âż
Yep…all systems normal.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^U2 – Where The Streets Have No Name^
So thinking about “sweet water(s)” and/or “bitter water(s)”…they are the same thing at different times. I mean, there is a need there right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be tasting water(s) to see if they are sweet or bitter. Or did you not give a shit whether the water was sweet or bitter? You were thirsty. Can’t learn anything if you are dead. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. Dead men tell no tales. What horseshit. /rolls eyes
The shit that we teach each other is fucking mind-bending.
Mainly because, I think of the concept of teacher-student relationship being a lasting one. I mean, that is your point in teaching right? You want to pass along something to someone that they can carry with them forever? Because they are gonna do that regardless. Even if you later tell them to stop thinking about what you previously suggested that they think about. Was that original thought just further compounded? Is that how reinforcement works? The “good cop/bad cop” or “long con/short con” kinds of thinking?
Ever see someone try to drop something hot?
It’s not always as reflexive as we like to think, because we tend to ignore the exception(s).
Lotta this shit has a kind of “Pandora’s Box” kinda ring to it, eh?
Welp, chemists and similar scientists deal with rings all the time…so this shit should be “old hat” to them. đ
^U2-Wire (Lyrics)^
I know, I know…it’s at this point that you are prolly thinking…
"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH ALL OF THE U2 ALL OF A SUDDEN LIKE?!?!?!?"
I like U2.
Sue me.
Did you know that Sue is a god in some circles?
lolz...a sun god being a god in some circles...lolz
Not supposed to poke fun at God/gods, and the only punishment available seems to be hell if you do poke fun at them…so…yeah. Thanks. Doomed…I appear to be it.
^U2 – Desire^
So I was talking with my oldest son again last night, and we were talking about music. This conversation wandered into the topic of art. This wandered into the topic of religion, because I expressed the thought to my son of “don’t let art nor artists beat you up.” I told him that I was under the impression that art was there to beat on, not to beat up on you, but it sure as shit can give you an ass-kicking of epic proportions if you let it. I went on to express that I felt that maybe art and religion have a common ground in the way and ways that God speaks to us. Maybe that one avenue is for ass-kicking, and one is for kicking-ass. Maybe even that these pathways go both ways, meaning that they open pathways for us to dish out a little ass-kicking of our own to God, and others not so much.
Anyone who might be reading this, was not there to pick up on the vibes/tone of the conversation. But he seemed a tad overwhelmed by the impressiveness of some music that he has been stumbling across, and the musical prowess of those creating it. Hence, I expressed to him not to let that beat you up. It’s supposed to inspire you. And it appears that it has. Maybe we sometimes misinterpret inspiration sometimes. I mean, the concept of “the muse” is to inspire. No one ever considers that the inspiration will come in the form of an ass-kicking. Maybe even from a flamethrower.
Art = Loosey Goosey and/or Footloose and Fancy-free
 Religion = Not so much
Ways and methods of God/the gods/The Universe talking to us.
Ways and methods of us talking to God/the gods/The Universe.
Enter...SCIENCE!!!
^The Cranberries – Zombie^
BLECH!!! All of this fucking philosophical nonsense is making my headache go away. Or return. Or something.
WATER!!! It’s the only thing that matters to life.
Will you pass the ketchup please?
Wut?
Will you pass the ketchup pretty-please?
Ketchup has water in it?
Yeah, and for some reason, bread now has high-fructose corn syrup in it. Cept for the brands that are now touting the fact that they DO NOThave high-fructose corn syrup in it.
WTF?!?!? Since when does BREAD have high-fructose corn syrup in it?
I had to run look at the loaf of bread packaging real quick where I had noticed a placard on the packaging a coupla days ago, and it’s “100% Whole Wheat Bread With Honey Added.”
The “With Honey Added” part was in extremely small text as opposed to the extremely large text portion of “100% Whole Wheat” portion.
Almost as if…someone is trying to get our attention.
Has a…”zoom in/zoom out” kinda thinking to it.
I mean, say what you want about how many times a loaf of bread is taxed by the time it hits your palette, that bread has gone through some RADICAL changes in size here and there, and will continue to do so. Or at least, it will if you choose to eat it.
I don’t know whether to think of “The Bread of Life Here”…or “Alice In Wonderland.”
Prolly cause I’m supposed to be thinking/talking about water, and not food.
Dr. Leonard McCoy: “How can you think of food at a time like this?!?!?” Admiral James T. Kirk: “First order of business…survival.”
Movie = Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
^Toto – Africa^
WATER!!! It’s important to life. Especially if you are an anaerobic type of life-form.
Life...Form. Sounds almost like an edict.
Anyway, yeah water is like, important and stuff. Prolly some processes involved in getting water into, and out of, us. Maybe some preventative stuff, maybe some prohibitive stuff, maybe even some other stuff. I mean, water itself is capable of transformation, so why wouldn’t we need to be a little bit flexible ourselves? Get too much rigidity going on, and all of a sudden like, does that make the concept of rigidity itself even MORE rigid? Or less rigid? Ridged. Has a ledge kinda ring to it eh? Like, why seek a ridge if you don’t intend on jumping? Erm…since when did “jumping” come into the picture? I’m just enjoying the view. You wanna enjoy that view from a different angle/perspective? Knock yerself out. I’m more comfortable at the bottom myself. But if I wanna get there fast? I woulda came prepared as such.
Kinda makes me think of the book “A Separate Peace.” Maybe even the story of Cain and Abel, which makes me think of the book “East of Eden.” Was just talking about James Dean last night with respect to the movie East of Eden since he was in it. Great book, great movie. Lotta things to think about there with respect to give and take. Give/take, push/pull…whatever floats yer boat. Same thing, different time(s), all at the same time, at different times. I guess “the real question” there would be…”Are you involved? Or ain’t ya?” Yeah, gonna be some levels and leveling there. And I’m certainly not trying to bring anyone down. Not try to push you up either. But I might be able to help in either regard. Maybe not.
We’ll see.
Or we won’t.
Whatevz.
^Talk Talk – ItÂŽs My Life^
I guess that’s why I hate gossip. It includes me on a level that I am not comfortable with. Considering that I am a person who is quite comfortable with discomfort? Yeah…it’s a weird thought to think that others are talking about me, because I am quite comfortable with no one talking about me. But then again, it seems like the only time that anyone is thinking/talking about me is when I have done something wrong. My achievements are devoid of anything even remotely verbose at all, and yet my failures seem to inspire volumes. And all I can do is stand and shrug because I thought that failures are expected. Anticipated even. I mean, you’ve labeled me as “a walking-taking-fuckup”…what else would you expect? OH! More time in between fuckups?
Huh…I guess I ain’t doing so bad afterall.
Yep, it ain’t that hard at all being positive about the negative.
^No Doubt – Don’t Speak^
As I sit here in disgust thinking about the shit that I’ve written here in this particular grouping of shit that I have written, I try to hang onto the concept of “if you can’t help yourself, help someone else.” I guess that’s why that “taking liberties” with communication and their methods really chaps my ass. Yeah, I can do it, I have done it. But I don’t like it. Something as hard-earned as communication should be handled well. Not gingerly, not respectfully, not irresponsibly, not haphazardly. And yet, those things are possible, so they can and will happen.
So…intent and intentions. Have the intent of “doing this”…and you are prolly going to do just that. Whodathunkit? Yeah, I’ve laid a SHITLOAD of traps for myself in this here particular “Missive.” But something that bends my head is something that Jesus/Yeshua said in The Bible regarding “committing acts in our heart” that has always troubled me. Mainly because, I’ve always been told that I shouldn’t think about certain things. Combine the two? Yeah…a recipe for a shitload of guilt and self-loathing. Depression even. Maybe all of those.
^Simple Minds – Alive And Kicking^
I’ve read in some of these varied places around the web, that Jesus was spirited away to Egypt and taught/trained in the mystical arts there between the ages of 8/12 to 30 or so. Welp, sounds weird at first glance, but they didn’t want him in Jerusalem, and the boy prolly needed schooling…so…where to? Not like the Israelites didn’t have some roots there in Egypt in a “back and forth/to from to/to from and through” kinda way. Maybe someone was kinda…”chillin in Egypt for a while” after pulling up stakes a time or two prior to heading back there at some point. Makes sense. Prolly gonna burn in some special kinda hell for even thinking such a thought according to my upbringing, but yeah…makes sense. It makes sense to me on so many “levels”…that I don’t even want to write about it. I mean, I don’t want to even think about it. This is the kinda shit, that as far as I’ve been told, will not only damn your soul, but also get your body motherfucking mangled in the process of transitioning between these two damnations. Man…harsh.
Q: Assuming that I have a soul, who has the ability to damn it?
A: ...
^Blur – Song 2^
Q: If someone gets it wrong, and it falls to you to get it right, how does one do that?
A: There's you answer. Answers...even. Right there in the question.
Someone getting it wrong, outlines a way or ways to get it right. Or, as I prefer, get it correct. I mean, if something is wrong, how is right gonna help us out? Welp, stay creative in that line of thinking, think of direction change and changes, and suddenly everything is a step laid out for you. You just have to walk the distance. This makes me think of my own “wrasslin with the dragon in the maze” kinda moment. But that moment didn’t come only at hugging the dragon as opposed to slaying it, it came upon “exiting the maze”…and encountering the lion.
Yep…I thought the adventure was over, but it was only beginning.
Silly me.
^R.E.M. – Orange Crush (Official Music Video)^
Life can be overwhelming. But if you think of those “overwhelming times” also in times of joy and happiness, maybe we can distance ourselves from the current usage of this parlance as it relates to depression.
To relate, in my conversation with my oldest son last night, he was talking about their trip to Galveston, and how that he was not very fond of that trip because he pretty much had to play babysitter/chaperon since he was/is over the age of 18. But he relayed the story of seeing a dolphin on the last day just prior to leaving, and he said that upon seeing that dolphin breach the water…he was like “Oh yeah! That one thing made this whole trip worth the anguish.”
I guess we were again discussing the concept of synchronicity in a round’about kinda way…and related to him the first time I ever saw a dolphin. I told him that I was quite young, but my heart started beating so hard, that I thought it was gonna burst out of my chest, and I have no idea as to why. But I remember that experience.
Maybe there was something “more” to that experience, maybe not. It was what it was, and it is what it is.
I had completely forgotten about that experience.
^4 Non Blondes – What’s Up^
Yeah…I get the feeling that we are part of a global conspiracy.
Might even be Universal.
Maybe all the way to the top.
I have no idea what any of that means.
But I have some pretty goddamn good ideas….or maybe I don’t. /me shrugs
Maybe you have some good ideas too.
Let’s talk about them.
Or not.
Whatevz.
^Pet Shop Boys – West End Girls^
It’s almost Friday. Not really…since it’s Thursday…but it’ll be here soon. Seems to me that there is something special about the particular Friday that is tomorrow.
Another missive from The Okie Devil for you now this Sunday evening, Dear Reader…
*Let me guess… /squints… You’ve got Song lined up too, Clicky…*
*I knew it!*
*******
Howdy! It seems that Roob was able to finally get her post out of her system, post my quasi-getting something sort-off my unimpressive chest, post her finishing her stories, post her posting of some of mine, post me re-posting some of mine…so…I’ve got nothing better to do.
Q: What about you? You got anything better to do?
A: ???
Let’s….proceed.
^Gorillaz – Andromeda (Bonobo Remix)^
Membranes: Pressure veils?
If you think in terms of “resistance with a purpose more than simply resistance”…maybe these weird sacks that make up us, and pretty much the rest of The Universe, will make more sense.
Q: What does “the micro” NOT know about life “in the micro?”
A: I'm gonna guess for us here.
Not really gonna guess for us…but yeah…I’ve made some guesses.
I’m gonna relay those “guesses of the mine variety” now, but they are prolly NOT going to jibe with what science says about “the particular universe” with respect to how it operates.
I’m gonna relay those “guesses of the mine variety” now, but they ARE prolly going to jibe with what science says about “the particular universe” with respect to how it operates.
Long story short…prolly won’t be saying anything “earth-shattering” here. Don’t hate me just because I have convinced myself that I can swim in multiple channels at the same time, and yet am still just swimming in a single channel. It’s just a channel with multiple channels. Sound familiar? It should. We are multi-dimensional beings afterall. I think it’s difficult for some to get their heads wrapped around this concept, because they are always dissecting shit and putting it back using only their own methods. Add their interpretation of the assumed original methods of assembly without including your OWN methods of assembly…and yeah…a recipe for disaster.
EX: Blood Pressure Reading While Subject Is Prone….Blood Pressure Reading While Subject Is Standing.
Q1: How is “prone-position/posture” relative to “standing-position/posture?”
A1: ?Âż?
Q2: What is the position of the monitoring device relative to the subject’s posture?
A2: Âż?Âż
Q3: What is the position of the monitor monitoring the monitoring device relative to the subject’s posture?
A3: Âż??Âż
Q4: How’s your posture?
A4: ?¿¿?
^Gorillaz – We Got The Power (Claptone Remix)^
So yeah…ALCOHOL!!!
Q: How does alcohol “go wherever in the FUCK it wants to go, whenever in the FUCK it wants to go there?”
A: Prolly cause it's drunk. lolz
But I’ve been thinking quite a bit about spin and spins as it relates on the micro level(s), and how that translates to spin and spins as it relates on the macro level(s) via the micro level(s) and vice versa. Yeah…me being me…all this is transpiring at the same time AND at different times…all at the same fucking time. Think of that as “Newton’s 3rd Law Run Amok.” Think “Fractals” in this respect, and suddenly that blurry fuzzy image will prolly clear up real fucking quick.
Then it’ll get fuzzy again…
then it’ll clear up again…
and so on.
Maybe think of asynchronous communication that is happening synchronously. Just not synchronously in the way that “truly” synchronistic communication is typically interpreted. Start adding adjectives without removing them at the same time…and you might fall into a rut. Not that I have any experience with that sort of thing or anything…but I digress.
I’ve been thinking of Alcohol as it relates to the body and Alcohol’s behavior in the body with respect to entering the bloodstream. I see a connection there with respect to the way in which Strontium enters the body and how it behaves within the body with respect to entering the bloodstream. Although those two sentences/scenarios are very similar, they are intentionally worded differently due to the way that these two elements enter the body.
Think intents, intentions with respect to intentional/unintentional and/or fortunate/unfortunate…
and suddenly…
we have new players in town.
^alt-J – In Cold Blood (Official Audio)^
Last night…just before midnight, the sirens started sounding around here. Since I live at the base of “Tornado Alley” in the United States, and since this is spring in The Northern Hemisphere…under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have thought a thing about it seeing as I am a seasoned veteran of “rowdy and rambunctious weather.” But that’s not the vibe from last night. Afterall, yesterday, April 7th…it appears that the country in which I live ordered an airstrike using cruise-missiles against another sovereign nation. A quick glance at “the news” revealed that this attack of ours was “to send a message to Syria.”
Q: What…are the phone lines down? Diplomatic channels having difficulties?
A: ???
“Is it snowing in space?”
– Phil The Weatherman
Movie = Groundhog Day
^The Weeknd – I Feel It Coming ft. Daft Punk^
So yeah…messages. I just know that in this part of the world, or emergency sirens mean one of two things…
A) You are about to die.
B) You are about to die.
The only thing that changes is the method and/or time/times that you may have left.
A) You are about to die via a tornado.
B) You are about to die via a nuclear attack.
Both tornadoes I guess. Just…one is a little more vertical than the other over different times. This planet of ours is spinning afterall. When spin meets spin, things get wack.
A) Wack = WTF via WTF this shit has gone cray cray insane and completely nonsensical – chaos chaos.
B) Wack = WTF via WTF this shit has gone cray cray insane and completely nonsensical – chaos calm.
Sure…you prolly have a better chance of survival in a tornado than in a nuclear attack. But think about that. Ever been in a tornado? Because I don’t see the difference between the two. All timelines that converge in this manner, are…um…timely.
^Gorillaz – Rockit (Official Video)^
So let’s start at the mouth. Since I am devoid of my tonsils/adenoids, I have a special appreciation of the concept of swallowing, and the mechanics that make it both possible and impossible at different times. You prolly do to…maybe just haven’t thought about it as much as I have, or maybe you have. I don’t know…so let’s keep going.
Q: What is the micro NOT aware of with respect to changes in it’s environment?
A: ?Âż?
Afterall, the micro IS the macro of the micro. So yeah…everything that operates there prolly has a good bead on how things operate in the micro/macro, as well as the macro/macro where we live. It IS a simultaneous thing afterall…so yeah.
Q: What is the micro NOT aware of with respect to changes in it’s environment, when it is uncapable of making a distinguishment between either in either context?
A: Âż?Âż
I’m gonna “take a stab at this one.”
With respect to the body in the above question? The body gets clever.
“You are oh so sly…but so am I.”
Movie = Manhunter
So thinking of the body as a sack of sacks, or a membrane full of membranes, I would imagine that virtually every part of the body is VERY good at sensing change and changes. Rhythm and rhythms. In my mind, this would make the body super-d-duper good at sensing pressure changes. When to allow them, and when to prohibit them, and when to not have a fucking CLUE as to how to proceed.
Pro Tip: First Clue = FOUND!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
Afterall…we are alive. And the purpose of life is to survive. Hence…the mystery is already solved. We just have to walk the distance now. I get the feeling that our bodies will come with us in this quest.
I wonder if we would be so kind as to accompany it in return?
Food for thought.
ANYWAYZ…yeah…the body has just detected that it has no fucking clue what to do in a certain situation under a certain set of circumstances. If you keep time in mind here, maybe the concept of “muscle memory” will make more sense. Maybe even add “Fight or Flight” in there with two additional options…”Fawn or FON.”
Fawn = duck and cover in fear because you can neither run nor fight, and whatever happens from here happens as I have no choice in the matter.
FON = I’m about to rope-a-dope your ass, because I can take any beating you can dish out.
So yeah…our body has encountered a situation in which it does not know what to do. I think it important to point out that “not knowing what to do, IS…knowing what to do…you just don’t know how to do it yet.”
Smacks of evolution and genetic change/mutation, eh?
Yeah well, in MY mind anyway…the models of DNA and how it works, makes the most complex of current scientific models look like a single node on a single node of a single transaction that requires countless numbers of similar yet different node/nodes acting in unison just to make the first motion in concert together to register the first sequence of what could be billions of billions of similar transactions over the course of nanoseconds over years. Yeah…the numbers I see here are fucking HUGE. One at time of course…but there are so many ones in there, that when I start to get exponential…the numbers boggle the mind from cell to cell, and cell type to cell type, and beyond.
If you think of tumblers in a lock, that might help a bit. But you are prolly gonna leave out time and times over time there, and that’s OK for now, but no…not really. If you are someone who is doing what I think you might be doing. Meaning: You might just be someone who is already knee-deep in this shit, feeling like you are being led-on by a complete imbecile. To your credit, you are prolly correct on all counts. Good for you.
^Gorillaz – Spitting Out The Demons (Official Audio)^
I dunno about anyone else, but I myself am so fucking knee-deep in shit I never wanted to think about, that at times I just want to fucking stop writing. But if I do that, I’m left only with thinking about this shit, and the guilt that goes with not even trying. So…I’m trying. Yeah…I have no classical training in next-level types of thinking. But yeah…I do. I went to your schools same as anyone else. But they bored me to fucking tears. When I wasn’t bored to tears, I was being beaten to tears physically by some bully. Just…part of it I guess.
But anyway, yeah…your schools…I went to them. I actually read during most of my classes. In math, I’d be reading literature. In literature, I’d be ignoring my math book and looking at some hot girl across the room who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire, even if I paid her to do it. When I was in P.E. I was prolly doing something as related to being completely disinterested in these state-mandated physical exercises that I had no ability to do whatsoever.
So what if the kid has asthma? Get the kid an inhaler…that’s what they are made for.
Very compassionate. Very exceptional behavior you have there towards the exception.
^Lorn – Acid Rain (Official Music Video)^
So looking at that previous picture above, right there with all the weird shapes and shit on it… surprisingly, what caught my eye was a static image. Seems to me that there might be something in two of those shapes that explain both the concept of a tesseract and singularities. But that’s just me.
OH, and “zero time based change” seems to be in there as well. And that would be, “something that that happens to happen, that is not based in time as we understand itâ. Meaning, the concept of zero and simultaneousness where change is possible and does occur, but no time nor motion is required to facilitate this change. It just…happens.
^AC/DC What’s Next To The Moon UK Version HD^
So now that we have started to swallow via mastication and salivation, I get the feeling that there are some membranes that are functioning there to facilitate this process that is happening, as well as anticipating the facilitation of the processes to come. If we think about some X-Ray film of someone masticating and swallowing, we can think about motion with respect to classical geometry AND fractals of both repeating AND non-repeating types happening at the molecular level(s) with respect to atomic spin and spins that work in unison with everything else. We are talking about a single body that is ingesting something “foreign” afterall. But keep this contextual, and it’s maybe not so creepy or foreign. We do breathe, we do circulate, almost as if the body needs to keep moving in order to remember how to keep moving.
Thinking about light/lights and lighting now…I can only think of Malcolm Young from AC/DC and his issues with Dementia. Thinking about all of the lights and lighting that he has been around over the years. The change and changes of this light and lighting, their types, and the different types of power and powers that power them. The sound and sounds, night after night, and day after day after traveling the world, and the adjustments that he and his band mates have encountered and endured over the years.
I dunno…maybe “Dementia” is a type of Epilepsy that manifests differently. Maybe light/lights lighting has something to do with that. Maybe it effects everyone differently in the same way. I guess it just depends on the path we are on.
^Gorillaz – Revolving Doors – The Fall^
Yeah…keep that whole person, whole and intact while dissecting that person in order to keep that person whole and intact, and you just might be successful.
We do the best we can with what we have.
All we have, is each other.
^AC/DC Riff Raff UK Version HD^
I was, and am, a HUGE AC/DC fan. They were my favorite band as a kid, but I never got to see them live. Weird eh? Welp…I wasn’t allowed to go to concerts. I eventually started going anyway, but don’t tell anyone…k? đ Anyway, yeah, it was heartbreaking to hear what was going on with Malcolm, and I’m sure that his brother Angus has had a great deal of difficulty. As I understand it…Angus may be the star, but Malcolm is the boss. I guess Angus’s onstage antics prolly is what I relate to the most, but I honestly feel more like Malcolm or Cliff or Phil with respect to “doing what we do.” Everything that we do is hard. I dunno, maybe that’s why it’s called hard-rock. Because it looks simple, but just ask Pete Townsend if “windmilling” is easy. Dragging your fingers @ warp 7 across taught metal strings?
Yeah…what could possibly go wrong there? lolz
Anyway…yeah…Malcolm’s membrane sack full o’membrane sacks has prolly been subject to some change and changes over time. Over times over time even. Lotta changes in aircraft over the years, and that motherfucker right there has prolly been on an airplane or three. Jesus, the dude is from Australia. Australia is so far away from every fucking thing else, that it can easily alienate it’s own down self prolly. lolz. Prolly meets itself coming the other way at times. Sorry, that prolly doesn’t make much sense to some, but it makes a helluva lot of sense to me. Just thinking, that someone from Australia flies so damn far to get anywhere else, that they wind up right back in Australia because they didn’t count on the distance traveled as the Earth/Terra is spinning.
Take off at one airport
and 17 hours later
land at the same fucking airport.
Sorry….but lolz, also thinking of Admiral Byrd taking off from Antarctica, and landing at The North Pole via Agartha, then somehow winding up back in Antarctica. I bet the post-flight conversations were…interesting.
^AC/DC Up To My Neck In You UK Version HD^
We know when we are hungry, and we also have a knowledge of relative times with respect to eating and/or when we are allowed/able to actually eat. So yeah…as far as singularities go, if we work backwards on the events that have transpired to inspire us to focus on eating or drinking, it might help understand the act of eating or drinking themselves, and why they seem to work so flawlessly and effortlessly. It might also help us to think about things like Saccharin and how and why they work they way that they do within the body. Maybe even think about eating something you do not want to eat, in relation to doing something that you do not want to do. I guess mind and body ain’t so different afterall. But at the same time…yeah…they are different. VERY different. So very different, that they are almost indistinguishable.
Lemme put that a different way if that sounds confusing to some. (Damn sure it’s a confusing concept to me).
DIFFERENT + DIFFERENT = DIFFERENT DIFFERENT?
Images and imaging.
Similar, not same.
^AC/DC Kicked In The Teeth UK Version HD^
Yeah…I get the feeling that by the time whatever you just ate hits your stomach…it’s good and fucking ready for something to be there. The question is, does it know what it is? Welp…do you? You ate that whatever it is that you just ate. What was it? What was in it? Are you happy to be eating it/happy you ate it or anything else for that matter? Have you been happy lately with what you have been eating? Have others been happy with what you have been eating lately?
Here and there in my writing(s), I’ve postulated that “shutting a certain something off” from your body is going to cause it some distress. I mean, that was your intent right? To “jolt” yourself? Welp, it seems to have worked. Now what? Or had you planned that far? Me either. Sometimes we just gotta do what we feel like doing, and we’ll figure out “step 2” when and if we get there. There are some that might say that this type of thinking has a “look without leaping” or “leap without looking” kinda vibe to it. But really, who likes to jump into or off of things that we don’t want to jump off of or into? I think “eyes closed” would prolly be Standard Operating Procedure.
“Parachutes/Skydiving. Idiots intentionally jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.”
^Childish Gambino – Terrified (Official Audio)^
The body has anticipated the arrival of something, in certain areas at certain times, because your body has requested this certain something to arrive, and it has/is tracking this arrival every step of the way. Sounds almost like tracking a package via the tools that we have available to us these days. Yeah..all kinds of things like that tend to “come out” or “express themselves” in all sorts of creative ways. It just depends on how we look at things. When we are or are not allowed to look at things, those things will express themselves in some form or fashion over time. That’s why I think that hiding things is one of the best ways to single it out for detection. Because the path that got this whatever singled out for being hidden has already been singled out…the question becomes…now what?
How do we proceed? I guess that’s why it’s so easy for me to think about encryption and breaking encryption. That encryption and it’s routines have been developed over time irrespective of it’s completion time. That means the the methods and motives behind it’s development are known, which means that encryption has to be created in such a way that it can be broken deciphered. And even if you create something under the auspices of being unbreakable, that too can also be broken. If it can be assembled, it can be dissembled. Yes…even if you destroy everything as it has been created. There is ALWAYS going to be lag there. Create something that has no gaps, and you are about to be in deep shit. But that was the intent from the start, right?
^Caravan Palace – Wonderland^
Why get rid of something you might need? That’s prolly why the body works the way that it does with respect to speed and speeds and distances. Distance is another parlance for size, so yeah…spin and spins and spinning. Kinda like a spider spinning up one of its catches. How better to distinguish one thing from another, than a model or template that does just that? Yeah…a lot of chemical and electrical stuff going on within the body. But it’s not that simple. There are light and lights, and energy and energies, and transfer(s) and movement(s) and action(s) and exchange(s) that are happening “here”…that will be completed “there.” We have no idea where and what and why that may be. Because everyone is different.
Their lives are different. Their environment is different.
Similar <> Same
Similar = Similar
Similar = Same
“A” human that is…becomes “The” human that they are.
Different = Different
Flow.
^CAZZETTE – She Wants Me Dead (CAZZETTE vs. AronChupa) [Official Video] ft. The High^
Q: If I base my work on yours, does that make my work unoriginal?
A: ???
Q: If my work based on your work makes my work unoriginal, does that make your work unoriginal?
A: ?Âż?
Q: What is/was your work based on, and were they unoriginal as well?
A: ¿¿¿
Yep…you’ve taught me everything I know. Thanks. đ
What in the FUCK does originality have to do with getting things done? I mean…I thought things were going down the shitter, and something needed to be done? What makes you the authority? The authority or the authorizor of that authority?
When and where?
^Fever The Ghost – SOURCE (official music video)^
So…can you really not get your head wrapped around the concept of your body independently making decisions? That at some point, your body encounters something in which it decides…
“Hey. I’m gonna hang on to that for a while.”
Doesn’t matter what it is, nor even whether or not the body knows what in the fuck it is or not. Because the decision has been made, for some reason, “I’m hanging on to this particular something.” Almost has a “memory” kind of ring to it. At least, that’s been my thinking with respect to the body. And not just within the DNA or even this “junk-DNA” that science talks about. We have all kinds of genetic information within us in all kinds of places. What we tend to ignore are the transactions themselves, and the transactions that transact to facilitate these transactions.
Yes…there are certain specific purposes within certain areas of the body. But why wouldn’t a membrane, such as “the blood-brain barrier”…actually NEED to be breached. Perhaps even…request to be be breached. To allow something through, that normally should not be allowed through. When you think about the energies and fields that surround us internally and externally, both within and of the body itself, and without and through the body itself. We are part of our environment.
Maybe that’s why we sometimes look at things in such a disposable manner.
Eat, Sleep, Shit, Fuck, Die. Welp…it’s a start.
Now ya just gotta figure out those blank spaces. Kinda…”fill in the blanks” kinda thing. Kinda pass/fail in a more forgiving manner. Maybe we get to try again, maybe not.
/me shrugsWhatevz
^Flume – Fantastic feat. Dave Glass Animals^
I called my mother to check on her earlier today, after last night’s air-raid sirens “scare.” She was unfazed, all chipper and happy sounding, and headed out the door to practice her Easter Cantata music with her church choir. She’s the church pianist, so…yeah. She fucking LOVES Easter and Christmas. That means music, and a shitload of it. Or ‘sheetload’, if you’ll pardon the musical parlance. But anyway, yeah, unfazed by the sirens. She said that “she thought that she heard them, but didn’t think anything of it.” Yeah…we’re kinda…numb to sirens around these parts. Not like you can do anything at that point.
Yesterday afternoon I took some time out to reacquaint myself with an old movie that I hadn’t watched in over 20 years. The previous evening my good friend, Cade, had mentioned that the film is heading for a remake…
*No shit! It’s all in the reflexes, Clicky… /sigh…*
No doubt the remake will be a CGI ‘mcmasterpiece’ but I can’t but stop and wonder, Why?…
*YeeuP! You’re probably right there, Clicky…*
Cade also sent through a new missive, which Clicky and I are delighted to reproduce below, so sit back, relax and enjoy as The Okie Devil gets a few things off his chest…
*******
I was just about to start writing some shit.
Seems that has happened in a sorta-kinda successful way.
So…let’s see how the rest of this here particular adventure goes.
Q: Does my method of beginning a post, get boring?
A: <email me your answers to mypersonalemail@myemailaddress.fu>
Or not.
Whatevz.
^Arcade Fire – Reflektor (Live At Earls Court)^
Do you have anything in particular on your mind you wanna talk about? Me too. Although nothing currently comes to mind. Guess we’ll just have to rely on each other’s creative and ingenuity to get us through this particular section. Maybe you just came here for the weird pictures and weirder music and skip over the text-based sections. Maybe you skip directly to the comments section and see what no one isn’t talking about, and don’t make any comments of your own on what is not being said. Maybe you get bored and start looking for something else to not do. I dunno. I can only guess. So I guess I’ll just have to use my own best judgement.
lolz...that'll prolly work out just DANDY!!!
^Raven – Chainsaw – BBC TV^
Speaking of disasters just looking for a place to happen…lessee here…where was I going with this? I mean…I want to write. I feel like writing, but nothing is coming out. Nothing is coming up. Maybe those clouds I saw moving in from the west earlier, were nothing but clouds. I mean yeah…it’s moisture going somewhere important. I don’t doubt that. But it’s spring here and we’ve only gotten one really big storm so far this year, and one sorta-big-ish storm that was more rain than anything. Not that I’m complaining. But it’s difficult to watch the storms when it’s raining like crazy.
I dunno. Maybe I have nothing left to say.
^Anvil – Metal On Metal (Live)^
Let’s get Moody.
Tuesday Moody kinda moody.
Actually…today is Thursday… actually…not anymore, since it’s 01:24 in the morning on Friday the 7th of April.
But meh...Tuesday Moody it is.
^Tuesday Afternoon by The Moody Blues^
I guess I’ve been thinking about laws and regulations and governments and governing quite a bit lately. Primarily…if you as a leader/lawmaker and leading and making laws that tell others what NOT to do…erm…isn’t that kinda…contradictory? I mean…you are getting to do what you want to do…right? Making laws and leading is what you want to do. Just kinda weird to make a profession out of doing what you want to do by telling others what they cannot do. And you get to get all clever and creative with the law and laws and legislating. Make all kinds of rules that govern the rules and rulers, and also, govern the governed in a way that makes them incapable of exception, until they are an exception that someone finds exceptionally exceptional. Usually, that someone is someone that is in the same or a similar role as you, and so that tends to make the exceptional rather non-exceptional according to your own rules. As if you can build something so exceptionally strong and unyielding, that nothing and no one can move it. Can’t be moved eh? Oh yeah?
Q: How’d it get there?
A: ?Âż?
^Lifelike- So Electric (Roller Disco Edit)^
All of the fear that I see in the media, irrespective of type of media and perspective(s) on those different types of media and their legitimacy, I don’t see it. The fear that they are talking about? I don’t see it. Almost like staring at “your weird neighbor that doesn’t talk to anyone” for hours on end each day, in the event that they do something something suspicious or crazy. Yeah…sounds like NO ONE in your neighborhood is doing ANYTHING AT ALL THAT COULD BE QUALIFIED AS SUSPICIOUS OR CRAZY!!! Cept for that one weird neighbor who doesn’t talk to anyone. Gee…I wonder why THAT is? Maybe you and your other neighbors’ previous “conversations” with this person have been a little…erm…interrogative. Oh yeah sure sure…I know…you just want to get to know them. Your motives sound wholesome and completely legit. Carry on. (Oh…and shhhhhh….but let me know what you find out about that weirdo!)
No fear here.
No fear at all.
No fear whatsoever.
Nothing to see here.
Move along.
^LIFELIKE “Your Tiny Mind”^
No wonder that delivery drivers throw shit on your porch and run instead of hand-delivering shit. You’ve got “security cameras” surrounding your home, inside and out. Who the FUCK is it that you don’t trust? Cause that seems like a fucking metric FUCKTON of trust to me. I don’t want video cameras all over my house, inside OR out. Maybe I am misinterpreting things here, but it sounds to me like the only person and or persons that you don’t trust in proximity to wherever it is that you live? Yeah…YOU. That means you don’t trust anyone else either. Moreover, it sounds as if you have so adopted that “it’s just a matter of time until I catch someone doing something” philosophy, that all you are interested in…is vengeance. “Justice” you may call it. Someone steals from you, they should be punished. Fair enough. Or is it? “Lotta things wrong with this country” some say.
O RLY? Who is saying this, who are they saying it to, and how are they saying it?
I mean…OBVIOUSLY they are someone hooked up to a respirator in a hospital.
How can they speak? You can’t speak when hooked up to one of those things.
I wonder who manufactures that particular respirator?
I wonder who maintains it?
I wonder who that person is that keeps coming into the room and fiddling with those knobs on that machine?
^Neil Young & Johnny Depp (Dead Man) – Original Soundtrack Long Version^
Oh…I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve there? I thought there were a lot of things wrong with this country, and we needed to talk about them? Or do you wanna just point at the living corpse and go find someone to pay? Cause it sounds to me like someone already paid. Is still paying. Lotta paying going on there. And no…time does not heal all wounds. Not in the manner that many seem to perceive that particular quip. But it’s a start. Sounds like someone beat someone else to the punch there. Maybe even started without us.
Maybe we aren’t what we do.
Maybe we are what we’ve done.
Leyikes...sounds like someone is done for.
^Fantastic Plastic Machine – On a Chair^
If you expect me to walk with you in your moment and moments of pain, why can I not do this for others? Why do you get to choose who, and who not, that I should walk with for a little while. Ya want something from me when ya want it, and ya don’t want anything from me when ya don’t want it. Both are wanting. I mean…when I apply the preceding to my own personal life? Yeah…I melt.
Motherfucking MELT.
I’ve gotten so much shit wrong in my life, that I’ve just about convinced myself that the only thing that I am capable of getting right IS GETTING SHIT WRONG CORRECTLY! lolz. How sad eh? Some might think that. But I don’t. I mean…I’ve never really planned on raising my arms to heaven in some sort of spiritual victory gesture, then sitting down and never doing anything ever again. How fucking boring is that? I mean sure, I’m pretty laid back and chill, and I like to hang out and just “ponder the yonder”…but it’s because there is always something else. Always…one more thing. I dunno. That’s how I see life anyway. If there is something to be done, and I am the person to do it? Goddamnit…it’s getting done. I’m kinda “ferocious” in that way.
Q: Dude…how in the FUCK do you know when “something needs to be done?”
A: Don't you? You're the one with all the questions.
I’m more of a “how am I gonna do this” kind of person. Because once I get to the “how question”…the “why question” has pretty much already been answered via the “who question.” If I am involved in anything, in any way shape or form…there is a reason. Maybe even…reasons.
It’ll go to shit from there. (Reason and reasoning be damned).
I wonder if that is my problem?
^Nylon- When You Love Someone (Lifelike Remix)^
I was briefly speaking with someone the other day regarding motion. Specifically…sea-sickness, or motion sickness. I mentioned that I do not get motion sickness/sea-sick. But I do get car-sick. Or at least, sometimes. I also mentioned that I used to get car-sick all the time when I was a kid. The person that I was talking with commented…”probably because you couldn’t see where you were going.” And I was like, yeah…that. But also, I mentioned that my parents were always perplexed at my paradoxical ease and difficulty.
EX: My parents we always like…
“Put that damn kid on a ride that spins in every direction possible at the same time, and he’ll have a smile on his face that you couldn’t erase with sandpaper. Put that kid in car going in a straight line, and he’s sick as dog as soon as the car starts rolling.”
The comment regarding “not seeing where you are going” got me to thinking about the pressurized nature of cars. I’d always do fine if a window was down, or even cracked open a bit. But with the windows up? <shudder> I mean…you are riding in a sealed car through all kinds of pressure and pressures, and all kinds of pressure changes as we drive in our cars. Granted…we want to keep the rain/snow/elements out so that our in-car stereo’s clock doesn’t short out. But were we really designed with pressure changes like this in mind? Because whether we were designed by a higher intelligence/God/gods, or whether we are some kind of universal fluke…the weather is important in that development regardless. No wonder we can basically classify ourselves as nothing more than a sack full o’sacks. Lotta membranes there.
Layer, upon layer, upon layer.
And speaking of layers and lairs…
let’s talk about religion!!!
^Perturbator – Technoir (feat. Noir Deco)^
Would you like some more music? K…I’ll insert another song here for no particular reason other than it came up in the random playlist that I currently listening to on YouTube.
^Jagwar Ma – Let Her Go (Live on KEXP)^
Let’s do two random-assed songs since this next one made an impression on me as well.
^Chaos Chaos – My Hands (Live on KEXP)^
Hows bouts a trifecta?
Go ahead...give it a tri.
^Daniel Lanois – “Sioux Lookout”^
So I’ve been thinking about this “911/119” that I’ve been seeing here and there recently. Yes…I see that kind of shit. But I have to give this shit a think before adding my own personal shit to the existing shit. Keeps it contextual and applicable when and whereso.
Anyway…I got thinking about my upbringing with respect to prophecy in The Book of Revelations. Everyone is always “The Beast this” and “The Beast that” and “what is The Beast” and blah blah blah blah blah. Lotta mysetery there eh?
Mysteries...even.
Anyway…yeah…it got me to thinking about all this business about “The Anti-Christ” which appears to be so damn popular, among the many other mysteries of that particular section of The Bible. And it occurred to me to maybe think about all of my studies, and all of the other people’s studies that has been proposed here and there, and relate those particular studies to the studies that I have heard espoused from the pulpit(s) of many preachers/pastors in my time and times at church or within other religious streams. This made me think of all of the crazy speculative shit that has been postulated, such as…I’ve even heard one “scholar” go so far as to say that “The Anti-Christ must be a homosexual, because there is no mention in The Bible of this man having any women around him.” <sigh> You gotta be SHITTING me!!! That was my thoughts then, and my thoughts now anyway. Primarily because, “at the point in time where this Anti-Christ dude is doing whatever in the fuck they are going to be doing? Yeah…they’re already here, doing whatever in the fuck it is that they are going to be doing, which means that it’s already done.” So what in the FUCK are you looking for?
So yeah…back to “The Beast.”
You want it?
You’ll get it.
See “The Beast” yet?
No?
Find a mirror if you have one handy and are feeling adventurous in your “”soul searching.”
If you look for something...you will find it.
^Daniel Lanois – Jimmy Was^
Heddy stuff eh? Welp…it occured to me yesterday, that all of this “looking for doomsday” bullshit that I just CANNOT…FUCKING…GET AWAY FROM ANYWHERE…has rubbed me just about completely, and totally fucking raw. I’ve been “living in the shadow of doomsday” my entire fucking life. “The Secularists” want to kill me. “The Religious” want to kill me. “The…”…no wait…that covers everyone…right? “Secularists and Religious? Doesn’t that…just about cover 100% of everyone. I mean, yeah sure…there are several “100 percents” there to consider using my own special blend of wonky whacked-out -1/0/1 based mathematics.
100% of The Secularists.
100% of The Religious.
Yep…that’s everyone!!! So yeah…um…back to “The Beast.” Erm…
Q: Which one?
A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah…that’s right…which one damnit?
Which one do you wanna see?
Which one do you not wanna see?
Did you look in the mirror?
I have.
I see The Beast.
Eyes glowing red with fury.
And sometimes…not so much.
Just chomping at the bit…either way.
Waiting on you and your decision(s).
This is…at your behest, at your request, and for your benefit afterall.
I thought you wanted to know?
Q: Now what?
A: ...
^Daniel Lanois – Still Water^
So yeah anyway…not to sound too schizophrenic or anything…but, let’s change the subject and talk about something else now that I’ve quasi-gotten that off my chest.
^Daniel Lanois-The Maker^
I mean really you fucking idiots. Are you going to be happy with unraveling the mystery and mysteries contained in ancient texts? Especially those dealing with “doomsday types of scenarios?” What? Are you gonna post it on your Facebook? Gonna send out a Tweet? Yeah right…what could POSSIBLY go wrong there? lolz
If You Are Correct: YOU = FUCKED!!!
If You Are Incorrect: YOU = FUCKED!!!
Make that “you = fucked” kinda flexi-interchangeable with “we = fucked”…and all of a sudden…your followers on Twitter and all your Facebook “Friends” are gonna drop you like a bad habit, no matter what the outcome is.
So…think about this while you and your gang are out riding around searching for mysteries to unravel…
Q: What if God/the gods do indeed exist, but they’ve had a change of heart?
A: SAY...FUCKING...WHAT?!?!?!?!?
I mean…if there is a God, according to The Bible at least…only “The Father” knows when “The Shit Will Indeed Hit The Fan” and will also “MAKE IT SO“. Right?
Sounds kinda…”timed” to me.
I wonder if there is shit going on that might make God…appear a little…”indecisive”…for lack of a better term.
I mean…the crazy fuck invented this place…what makes you so sure he’s in a big fucking hurry to tear it a new asshole? That’s always bothered me. Creation and Destruction doesn’t seem to jibe with each other in the way and ways that it’s described by others. What if “God’s Clock” ain’t set to go off for millions of years from now? Are you really so high up on God’s “good graces list” that he/she/it sends you his interstellar itinerary? Jesus Fucking CHRIST!!! How much printer paper do you have? You’d need a fucking OCEAN of printer-ink to print out all that shit.
Which reminds me…what type of printer do you have? It must be HELLA reliable.
That's quite the endorsement for whoever made that brand/model of printer.
^Paul Keeley – I canÂŽt (stop)^
When I was fairly young, Stephen King addressed a scary concept for me regarding “The Anti-Christ” that really blew my mind. In his book “Carrie”…there was a mention of “Carrie’s Father” always carrying a pistol around with him in the event that he bumped into The Antichrist. When I read that…it blew my fucking mind. I mean…it made sense to me personally, because I was raised around “religious zealots of this type” in my formative years. Formative Years? What in the FUCKkind of unkind concept is that? This horseshit that we become “locked-in” around the age of 7? Horseshit. How many 0-7 year old kids are in college? None? Why is that? Can’t teach em anything past 7 or so, so why bother?
Your system and systems are fucked.
Don’t think so?
For any Americans reading this…
Q: What is your annual budget?
A: Say WHAT?!?!? Which one dude? Be specific.
I was specific you stupid redneck gal or guy. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?
For any of our other World Citizens reading this…
Q: What is your annual budget?
A: I SAY ol' chappy?!?!? Which one, Yank? Be more specific if you don't mind.
I was specific old boy or girl. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?
^Marco Lys – Kama (Original Mix)^
Q: How do you kill someone who cannot be killed?
A:DUDE! What if I shoot someone who says they cannot die right in the fucking face, and they die?!?!?
Welp, sounds to me like you are prolly headed for prison. Or at least on a long journey through some legal system of some kind.
BTW...Way to go. You sure showed them.
Better hope you don’t bump into them down the road. That would suck. They’re somehow back up and fit-as-a-fiddle, and you are headed for jail.
Sucks to be you.
^Hybrid – Last Man Standing^
Do you really care who solves you and your planet’s problems? Or do you just want them to get solved? Because if you just want them solved? Sounds to me like the system and systems are already in place for that kind of path. Let your local representatives know what you want and/or need. I mean, that’s what they are there for right? To represent you and your needs? If they don’t help you get what you need, find someone who will and vote them into office at the next election. It’s that simple as far as I understand it. But you can’t just vote every 1 or 2 or 4 years and expect to have your needs met if government is the only method for meeting your needs. You gotta be specific, and you gotta stay involved. You know, you can actually call your legislators on the telephone. You can write them letters. They will respond. It may not be the response you want or need…but they will respond. They are people afterall. And not just “at the end of the day.” Most of them are people 24/7 as far as I can tell.
^Pogo – Symphony #69^
That reminds me. At lunchtime today…I addressed the topic of “surveillance” with whatshername since she let slip the other day that she has an app on her phone which she uses, that allows her to track all of these phones and their locations at all times. She was marveling at the convenience of setting up something called a “geo-fence” around certain homes, and she will get a text message any time that one of the phones leave or arrive at that particular location. <le fucking YIKES!!!>
How creepy. đ
Anyway, I mentioned something about government agencies in this country monitoring/reading all emails and phone calls. She got rather angry and said,
“Well…if they have that kind of free time to listen to my phone calls and read my emails…more power to them. I’m gonna start emailing loads weird shit on purpose to create more work for them.”
Great idea.
But I suggested… “Why not start a letter writing campaign instead? Hand-write and mail letters to The CIA/NSA/FBI that simply say “stop reading my emails!” and send those like daily. The irony will not be lost on them.”
She and my daughter laughed.
I had never heard the term “geo-fence” nor did I know that it was possible in the way that she described it.
I looked up “geo-fence” and found something called “geo-fencing.”
I have decided that the cellphone is not going with me.
^Wilkinson – Afterglow live at T in the Park 2014^
Now why would someone get pissed at someone tracking someone on something that is “theirs?” Supposed to be mine anyway. No one calls me on it. I’ve only accessed The Internet on it once. I carry it “for emergency purposes” at her request, because we have children. Sure I know that cellphones can be tracked. How in the fuck do you think it receives calls in the first place? But being able to do something, and actually doing something? Yeah…there’s a difference. Don’t tell me there isn’t a difference, because the entirety of law and laws are based on that premise. In my mind, I should be able to walk to the border of my country, and moonwalk up and down that motherfucker…and as long as I don’t cross that line…we’re good. Not that I can moonwalk or anything. But I digress.
^Don’t Bring Me Down by ELO with Lyrics^
The Synchros have really been spinnin’ over the last few weeks. It feels like my spine is under enough pressure that it’s eventually gonna shoot right out of the top of my head. I guess Kundalini has a tiger by the tail here, and is trying to make it both fun AND funny. I mean, I can understand why. This shit HURTS! And I have a pretty good sense of humor with respect to myself. Especially when I am disrespecting myself. The image of Kundalini yanking on my tailbone so hard, that my body’s knots all unwind in one direction, and wind up in another direction under so much pressure…that when she let’s go of my tailbone? My spine is gonna shoot right out of the top of my head at Mach 200k+…lolz.
My spine is pretty fucked-up. It’s sure baffled the shit out of some doctors. But I’ve learned a lot from their advice, wisdom and expertise. I just hope that I am able to return the favor somehow. Somehow figure out a way to relay what I have learned. I mean yeah…that’s what I’ve been doing in my writing(s). But I get the feeling that very few read what I write…and maybe that’s a good thing. Some scary shit, to be sure. That said, there are those that I have encountered over the past few years that have helped immensely. I hope that I can, and am, returning that favor as well. Nothing like a compete fuckup in the mix, that specializes, and can assist, with shit getting completely out of control. Shit might get kinda…calm…at that point. Allow a little time for reflection. Maybe even some discussion. I dunno tho. I prolly won’t be there.
^Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (Official Video)^
I’ve been trying not to think about a lot of the shit that is going on inside me. I mean…I can feel it, and I can see some of it, some I can even imagine…but most I can’t actually see…so I just have to trust. Trusting your own gut instincts regarding your guts…whodathunkit?
The feeling in my feet and legs is weird. It comes and goes…but sometimes…it feels like…I dunno…feeling? My skin is coming off by the bucketful, so yeah…I remain skeptical about our epidermis being replaced every 30 days. If I am right about some of this rheumatic types of shit that I am seeing, some of this skin is as old as I am. Nevermind the, what appears to be anyway, leftover adhesive types of goody from bandages that have covered certain large parts of my anatomy here and there over my life.
Is it possible that I am misinterpreting what I am seeing and experiencing? Well sure dummy. Anything is possible. But how many people have to give you weird “WTF??!?!” types of looks before you start wearing long-sleeve shirts and toboggans out in public because of those who have given you double-takes in public previously, due to them seeing…”the storms.” I know they are weird looking. Some are REALLY fucking weird looking. But it has allowed and afforded me some insight into what I believe is how my body really works. I mean yeah…I’m well aware that my particular body has worked it’s ass off over the course of my life. It’s a great little machine of wonder and amazement to me. I cannot believe that I have made it as far as I have. But yeah…I can.
^Captain Beefheart Upon The My O My Old Grey Whistle Test 1974^
I actually question my methods, modes and motives quite a bit.
âWe do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvertâ. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
HOWDY FUCKHEAD(S)!!!
So...
Who says chickens can't fly?
Crystalization Of The Brain.
I gotta take the trash out.
HAPPY FUCKING SATURDAY SHITHEADS!!!
TOMORROW IS MOTHERFUCKING EASTER!!!
DID YOU BUY YOUR MOM A FUCKING BONNET?!?!?!
†ya!
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