*Excellent, Clicky… /lights up… You brought cake…/drags… Anyfin else?*
*I see… /streams smoke…Noun or verb … /smokes… Inner resting…*
*I swear, Clicky… /flicks ash… you’ve fuckin’ got cake on the brain…*
*A big tablet? …/laughs uproariously… Sync!*
*A potential oral cure for madness in dogs… /puffs… a legendary tablet created by a god… /chews lips… and an anthology of ‘secrets’ purporting to be a missive… /scratches nose… Seriously, Clicky, what the fuck?*
*Cade’s not wrong, Clicky… /stubs butt… The Rosetta Stone and Thoth’s Tablet do look alike…*
*Seriously, Clicky? Ginny Thwaite posted that video at the exact same time me an’ Cade were remote viewing Big Fish last night? …/reaches for a cigarette…*
*/lights up… Amazing…*
*Lights up, Clicky? …/lights up… Very droll…*
*No, Clicky we didn’t watch that until Saturday… /drags… We watched two more flicks before Skyfall…*
*Yeah… /streams smoke… I just heard the skyfall reference in the trailer, too…*
*Oh shit! I forgot about that film… /flicks ash… Perhaps we can remote view that later…*
*Yep…*
*Golden shot, golden liquid and golden haired hero and villain… /smokes… But you’re getting ahead of yourself again, Clicky. There was another movie before that…*
*Little golden man. It won four of ’em… /blows smoke rings… An’ at the start, the hunter was hunting pronghorns. They’re dear like… /shrugs…*
*Hoof goof? Probably… /final drag… Clicky, That Thing You Do! came after Skyfall. Your timing’s all over the place today, buddy…*
*Now that I think about it, James Bond is a spy touched by gold… /stubs butt… Golden gun and finger, Clicky. Golden Aiii…*
*The appearance of Orlando Bloom was about as far as we got to before giving up, Clicky… /thinks… Orlando Bloom – Jeff Goldblum…*
*Yeah! Gold dress, just like Cade said… /grins… Vikings and Danes…*
*And a little man in a goldenish shirt… /snorts laughter… Benchwarmers has also won golden awards…*
*Oh yeah…*
*Now that you mention it, we did watch the gold doc that had been sitting in Cade’s YT ‘Recommendeds’ all week… /lights up… Seriously, when was the gold business ever ‘clean’? And the ‘Artisan’ mining it pushed at the end? … /smokes… Sounds like regular gold mining to me…*
Wah tour…wah tour…Avree Wear®…
Butt gnaw…tuh duh rawp…Treblinka.
The “po”…roughly translated in Americanese, might refer to “the poor”.
The “T”…roughly translates to a junction, also means some sciencey and other commercial stuff here and there.
The “able” could refer to the dude that was unable to sense his brother’s murderous intentions, but might also refer to “a bull” if you get extra stretchy wif it.
But in truth, it's none of those things
po T able = “Top Table” where the “T” is shared backwards and forwards.
Guess I coulda done “po TT able”, but why use two, when one will do.
What do you think I am? Some governmental stooge or something?
Teaching = Indoctrination
Guess it all depends on which classes you sign up for, the school(s) you choose, who your teachers wind up being, all kinds of neato and interesting variables. Maybe also wanna consider who got the ball rolling in a particular direction and what their intentions were. So, with that in mind…
what's your story?
What kind of ball are you? What kind of ball do you want to be?
Those of you who are of the basket variety of ball can make your basket case now.
Let’s go ahead and start with some definitions before I let the cat out of the bag and spoil all the synchonautical fun.
I open when I need to be open, I close when I need to be closed. Same as you. Course, I might be closed when you personally need me to be open. Sry. Come back during normal business hours. And don’t ask me when those are, because I don’t know.
Some people are likely interested in building the m pyre, just to watch it burn.
My broken headphones keep dying. Showing signs of the final and non-fixable death. If you fine fuckers at Sennheiser wanna send me a new pair of Sennheiser HD 280 Pro’s to replace this broke-assed pair where the wire somehow broke within the crossmount thingie that goes across the top of my noggin’?
Send 'em on...I'll use 'em
I really don’t want to have to find the internal break and try and solder the wire nor cut the wire where I think the break is, and try and replace the section with something else. Could result in total calamity. Looks like that’s where I’m headed tho.
On more than one occasion, I’ve seen reference to the term “top table”. Typically in documentaries of the British and/or UK varieties, almost always in reference to some kind of international politics, and I guess Britain’s place at this table with respect to certain interests. Getting there, staying there. Having a say in goings on. National pride. An implied national Jonesing for keeping up with the Joneses.
Yesterday, I was kinda absent my friend Roob’s presence for a while, and it turns out she was watching some Parliamentary goings on in the UK via her telly. Some vote happened, and there were some results. I guess Boris’ somewhat modified version of May’s plan was voted down, some general election in December was not approved, and there was reference to some kind of bill that was recently passed which I guess didn’t stipulate that Boris/the PM should actually accept any offers made by the EU, so it had to be clarified or amended or whatever.
Anyway, I guess the agreement was turned down, the request for a general election was turned down, and it looked as tho a “hard exit” would take place at some point on Thursday, unless of course that lurking “extension” was accepted. Which, later in the day, I guess it was. Now it’s just a matter of seeing what happens today, and whether or not a general election is held on 9 December.
CLICKY: Have a Labor. Labor. Labor.
Why does that ring a bell? Prolly something to do with getting dinged and the subsequent pain(s).
“For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.”
Labor Parties everywhere, and not a job in sight.
That might produce a ping and pang of pain(s) here and there.
No stranger to the concept of the top-table, I. Growing up, family functions where food was involved, the adults had their table, the kids had theirs. Usually the kids table was in a back room or outside on the patio. The kids just wanted to eat, but in looking back, I get the feeling that there was more on the menu than just/only food for the adults. They had grownup things to talk about, and likely had to do so in grownup language. Stuff of the not-so-nourishing varieties to young ears.
We kids eventually grew to understand what was going on in that other room. And although what was actually being discussed was typically beyond us, we could get a vibe on whether this something was good or bad just by listening to the tone(s). The vibration(s) or lack thereof. If it got loud, it was bad. And you had to take into consideration who was getting loud + who was responding to that loudness and how. If dad was getting loud, that was bad. Especially if someone was getting louder in response. Dad usually kept quiet at gatherings, and anyone who crossed him when he did speak?
Le yikes...
They were taking their life into their own hands. And when one or more of the women started to get rowdy? Holy shit, I wanted to pack my shit and leave town, because that meant things had gotten just about as bad as they could get. For a female member of the assembly to not only speak up, but to do so in a combative and/or authoritative way? The shit had definitely hit the fan over some something.
Who was his cousin. Good question? Or poor wording?
Who was his cousin?
Poor wording, bad punctuation, I really don’t know which is the case in this context, nor do I know who “was”, other than the obvious and/or potential. The more you read it (who was his cousin) the less succinct it becomes. Not sure as to any “degradation” tho. Some people have more bumps and bruises in life than others. Some choose the path of faith, some choose the path of belief, and yes, those seem quite different paths to me. Faith in self, faith in others. Doesn’t matter if the ring is brass or gold or cryogenically-cooled steel, I ain’t looking for it. Sure as shit found a ring or two along the way tho.
Also
Who also was his cousin.
Awl sew.
Ah, so.
Lhasa.
Seven…Year…Zen…Tibet.
Tibet…or…you bet?
Seven years of Zen sounds nice irrespective of where.
Even if the place is the pits.
Can I agree to something I don’t understand?
Weird...very weird
Dunno if you’ll actually watch this next vid, but a minute into the start, there’s a single hotdog wiener that the girl didn’t touch. Hopefully her hands were clean and free of contamination. Contamination on the wiener can be cause for concern to some.
Last Name = Janus, First name = Hugh
Is it any wonder that peeps used to have single names/self-identifiers? Much less clay to work with in the bastardization department. Some might even come up with a something in the naming and nomenclatures department that is more or less bullet-proof. Like say, not having one/any.
Was doing some reading the other day on the topic of MC 900 Ft. Jesus, mainly because I used some of his shiz in a post, and came across a gem of an interview with Spike Jonez via the footnotes.
“My friend Lou and I were on a trip to Dallas for a skate tour,” Jonze recalls. “We were in the hotel room and we realized: MC 900 Ft. Jesus lives in Dallas. Let’s find him! We started looking up Mark Griffins in the phone book and we found a bunch of them and just started calling them. My friend would say, ‘Excuse me, sir, how tall are you?’ After three or four we got one who just started laughing, and we knew we had found him. This was a few years before we did the video, but we talked on the phone for 20 minutes. It was awesome.”
– Spike Jonze dishes on his classic music videos (and Dallas’ MC 900 Ft. Jesus)
That’s pretty clever as far as cold-calling goes. Very specific. Very succinct. Looks like you chose the correct password combination for that particular passageway.
Well done
Eventually, the well is gonna quench your thirst, and you’re gonna try and turn off the tap. It’s possible that you may even think the well has run dry. Maybe it has.
/me shrugs
The well has run dry before. Stands to reason it’ll happen again. But that first time the well ran dry? Sure it was dry for a spell, but then, it rained. It rained a lot. It rained. And rained, and rained, and rained.
A: ?->¿<-?
Are rains that come in from the west, the same as rains that come in from the north, or the same as rains that come in from the south? I would say east but we don’t get rains from the east here. Well, not until recently we didn’t.
But I’m wondering about the contents of the water in the well. Like, aggregate. Summer rain(s), Spring rain(s), Winter rain(s), Fall rain(s)…they can’t all be the same. So is their logic in the moisture(s) that are brought to where and when/via what direction? Here, we have a lot of swimming pools. That means that a lot of peeps around here have spent a good deal of time stewing in water that has a high concentration of chlorine. You drink that shit too via the public water supply. Over time, what does that do to a gal or fella?
I’m mainly thinking about the aquifers in this area and the waters that feed them over time. What nutrients and minerals were brought in, and what nutrients and minerals leech from the local environment(s), plus what all that adds up to. The particulate in the atmosphere is changing, so moisture in the form of rain likely ain’t bringing the same stuff it used to. When you consider the direction the moisture may be coming from at a certain time of year, then you consider the nature of agriculture as it was then and is now, add in the industrial usages of waters from the river systems and other varied water sources, there’s a shift happening right under our noses that may be so obvious that we’re missing something else entirely. Or maybe not. Lots of eyes on waters everywhere. Just depends on who you are listening to/not listening to.
Dear DW,
You make some pretty good documentaries on some pretty interesting subjects. However, the music is really getting out of hand. A smattering of music here and there is great. It adds without detracting, and is a great way of hearing some new music I may have never heard before. However, I challenge you to watch the following documentary, and I want you to keep track of how much time within the film is absent of either music or some kind of ridiculous and over the top foley/added sound effects. Along with the narration, it is my opinion that you as the viewer are given no time whatsoever to actually think, contemplate, and make decisions for yourself as to the goings on depicted in the film. Of course, maybe that’s the point: tell the viewer what to think and why, and give them no time to ponder or question.
Have fun counting the seconds in that film, and thanks for the docs irrespective of my personal grievances with respect to them.
Love,
cFa
I don't get that at all
Sure, I’ve taken it out for a spin here and there, but I don’t understand the concept. It’s the one thing you’re supposed to have, except when you have it. Then it’s the one thing you aren’t supposed to have. I guess maybe “pride” is like a philosophical hot potato.
See a doctor and get rid of it
Speaking of well and wells and being well and water(s) and such, Sophie, Sophia, Sewing and Sofas sure have been appearing on the radar a lot of the past few weeks.
Anyone got a line on what’s up with that sopping? Too much gravy and not enough bread? Too much bread and not enough gravy? We all have our crosses to bear. So the story goes.
Ever heard of a PPE? I’ve mentioned what it is before, but think it deserves a revisit.
Can you imagine standing in line at a brick-and mortar store, the price was $7.99 when you picked your whatever up off the shelf, but the person behind you in line pays only $6.99 for the exact same item because the price was changed/lowered after you picked the thing up off the shelf? Bet you’re angry now, eh? What if the price went up tho. Would you then snicker at the person behind you and think, “wow, I’m getting a really great deal!”
Mortgages work like that
Whether you do or don’t pay thousands over the term of a loan could change in mere minutes. Kinda depends on when you commit and why. You wanted the best price, you got it.
Pony up
Of course, if you’d have waited another hour, you could have gotten an even better deal. But is this really that big of a shocker? You’re in this game. Part of it. One of the wheels that makes the machine go, and every single thing you do is gonna cascade in some way, shape or form. Maybe you weren’t aware of that. Maybe your mortgage loan, and your committing to it when you did, was the straw that broke the finance camel’s back and made rates drop even lower.
Someone's did
Well, this is strange...
Looks almost…balanced. Gotta keep in mind tho, some resonances are quite destructive when they are “balanced”.
Just sayin'
You hear about that dude that got stuck upside down on the chimney and died? Sucks. I watched some documentaries sometime back on people in the UK that demolish old chimneys by hand. Makes sense. These things were put up by hand, so, why not bring them down by hand. Brick by brick, up they went. But when it’s time to come down? Some just want the fuckers gone, and fast. I guess that was Nobel’s whole point tho. Watt’s also. Lenor’s and Otto’s. And Whitney’s, Tesla’s and Edison’s too. Do the work of many with much less and/or little to none.
Comparatively
Where was I? Oh yeah, died with a hammer in his hand. For those interested in the more mystical and associative kinds of inference, I guess “the hanged man” and “the dead man” instantly spring to mind. However, what about the man?
Yeah, the person
Some dude, working a shitty and dangerous job, something goes wrong, story ends. For him it does. I’d bet he didn’t wake up yesterday morning and say, “Oh boy oh boy, I sure as shit hope something goes really fuckin’ awry today and I wind up a media sensation which causes the soothsayers and psychics to lose their everlovin’ minds.” Considering the goings on in Parliaments all over the world, some might interpret that poor dude’s death as something…
symbolic
Ironic, that here I sit, doing pretty much the very thing I’m damning. Trying my best not to read into any symbolism, although my mind is certainly awash in symbolism tho. But at the same time, thinking about this dude, his family, friends, the people that had to try and rescue him/eventually pull his body down…all kinds of people affected in all kinds of ways, all over the place, both directly and indirectly/less-directly.
How does one talk about things? I don’t think there’s an answer. Not a correct one anyway. You talk about a something, or you don’t. Either way, might wanna prepare yourself for a smack on the snout irrespective of which choice you make.
You can read just about anything. Draw all kinds of stuff from that and those well(s), make all kinds of conjectures and reach all kinds of conclusions. Still, you have to walk the walk of your chosen path.
Having a dream within a dream sounds like a cool concept. Until it actually happens anyway. How do you relate such an experience, and to whom do you relate it to? For what purpose(s)? If you had similar or same and wanna talk, sure. But to just spout the experience out to garner attention? Well, that kinda makes sense too on some levels.
Being alone is...scary
Anyway, if you wanna talk, sure, I’ll give it a go, but I personally have no agenda. Any agenda(s) you might have/bring to the discussion may be a shade…transparent. Maybe not specifics, but a dark spot is still a spot. Easy to spot. In the interest(s) of transparency, prolly best I’m upfront about that.
Bring the noise
Hang in there fellow humanoid type entities. Sunshine sucks without rain. Oh, and this whole “potable” and “top table” mess started off because I dropped by C Frank Davis’ place first thing this morning and read his latest post. Lots of weirdness going on over there in the UK both inside and out. I guess there are those looking to create a wave of dissent they can ride until that magical 2050 mark. Makes sense, but also doesn’t. 2050AD/CE is arbitrary as hell whilst riding on a planet that is supposedly 4.5 billion year old, and this same planet is swimming in a 13.8 billion year old sea. Delay, until established, then hold. Hold until relieved. That’s the only thing I can figure.
*/lights up… Thank you, Clicky…*
*No idea… /drags… I know Cade met up with MEROVEE Frank this week… /plumes smoke… And it’s possible they share an ancestor…*
*Yeah, Jen was there too… /smokes… Could you butt out now, Clicky? I’m try to introduce Cade’s missive… /sighs… Now I’ve completely lost my train of thought…*
When you make all my dreams come true···
···you’re basically taking all my dreams away from me.
Maybe even taking from me···
···my ability to dream.
A: . . . ─ ─ ─ . . .
Unfulfilled dreams potentially being a key to immortality. Almost doesn’t make any sense. Guess it all depends on what type of individual you are, and maybe whether or not you like to share.
How to relate such a seemingly complex concept. I know! Let’s do a sing along type thingie! I’m gonna put a poem here by Sam Walter Foss called “Two Gods”, and I’ll put this here audio recitation of the poem performed by MC 900 Ft. Jesus so you can read along.
Won’t this be fun? We can get our dream(s) back on.
_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_
A boy was born ‘mid little things…between a little world and sky.
And dreamed not of the cosmic rings round which the circling planets fly.
He lived in little works and thoughts…where little ventures grow and plod.
And paced and plowed his little plots…and prayed unto his little god.
But as the mighty system grew…his faith grew faint with many scars.
The cosmos widened in his views…but God was lost among his stars.
Another boy in lowly days…as he to little things was born.
But gathered lore in woodland ways and from the glory of the morn.
As wider skies broke on his view…God greatened in his growing mind.
Each year he dreamed his god anew…and left his older god behind.
He saw the boundless scheme dilate…in star and blossom…sky and clod.
And as the universe grew great…he dreamed for it…a greater god.
¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯
A step further. I’m wondering about that one further step. That seed which feeds the need to dream and/or continue dreaming when all is done and there’s nothing left to do. One more thing do to. One step beyond? One thing? What makes reality? Is that maybe what made reality? The absence of dreams and dreaming? Oh, and Happy Friday shitforbrains. Only six days until Halloweed.
My youngest was in discussion with Whatshername the other day whilst I was in getting a drink, and he commented that, “Halloween didn’t seem to fit the fall model.”
It didn’t fit. Doesn’t jibe. I piped up and said, “That’s the point. Compliment via contrast.”
He told me, “that makes no sense.”
I laughed, agreed, then sauntered away from the conversation.
Have thought about it a lot since then tho. Because of where I live, “fall” could arrive anywhere from late July to late December. Just depends on the amount of rain(s), and/or when the cold finally arrives…if it arrives at all. Not to mention that we here in the USA have that mysterious “Thanksgiving” holiday that baffles the living fuck out of the rest of the planet, and it’s right there in the middle between Halloween and Christmas. My thoughts on “the season of fall” differ somewhat from his. Is it my job as a father to remedy that? Or is it best that I let him formulate his own opinion(s).
I'll keep you posted
Thanksgiving kinda fits a bit with Halloween, and Christmas and Thanksgiving kinda fits with each other, but Halloween and Christmas are like…polar opposites. I guess that’s how he’s seeing it anyway. Makes sense, but also not. When I think about all three of those holidays, I think trees. Food is also a prevalent theme in all three, and so is/are family/families. But Christmas and Thanksgiving are kinda more-closed loops, whereas Halloween is kinda open in that and those regard(s). Public. Strangers. Parties. Trick or Treating. Unknown and unknowns.
Lots of maybes
Maybe that’s where a secret lay in the mystery of the somewhat ostracized nature of Halloween. Or at least, within public perception(s) and/or perceptions of public perception(s).
Ya know, another thing is that Halloween in its current incarnation (at least here in the US) is kind of an evolving thing. It’s no longer just “dress up your house a bit to make it look scary, play scary music out the window and give away candy to trick or treaters”.
Its a growth industry
People are starting to go fucking nuts over it, and not just and only a few weirdos and extremists here and there. Streets are as likely to have houses decorated at Halloween as they are to have their houses decorated at Christmas. I’d imagine the current growth of Halloween is somewhat like the growth of Christmas in the 1950’s and 1960’s. The Great Pumpkin has gone commercial.
DO A BARREL ROLL!!!
When I think of sleep with no dreams, the first thing I think of is death. That’s probably a kinda normal thought amongst “the living”. But my own mind runs to my death-dream/sleep-paralysis, then straight to Thoth and something said about these “12 that sleep forever”. Mainly because I’ve often wondered what it is that provides us humans and other lifeforms with the ability to dream.
Would it be possible that there was an original dreamer who ran out of dreams, dreams no more, and as a result, we can dream our own dreams? Admittedly, if you’re of the agnostic, atheistic or similar faith(s), you aren’t gonna think that there was some original creator(s)/dreamer(s) out there somewhere who thought this whole nightmarish mess up…it just happened. But what I’m also thinking is that maybe there was a “dream pool” and this original dreamer and/or original dreamers didn’t drink the dream well dry. Maybe he/her/them/they or whatever just drank their fill then took a break so that all the shiznit and stuffs they created could actually do what they were created to do. Which, one reason at least, may have been…
to dream
Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, those 12 sleeping fuckers who appear to be able to be able to go anywhere they want, at any time, and can known men’s minds or however it was worded.
Loads of stuff we don’t understand. Might be aware of something, maybe not. Irrespective of awareness, we may not understand whatever it is we are aware of. Frank Davis kinda touched on this topic a bit yesterday.
I’m headed a different direction than Frank, but will wind up in the same general vicinity.
Field = To go out and fight
Weird. Anyway, we’ve got these fields around us, and these fields around us have other fields contained within this field. So what is driving us? Dark? Light? Both? Some other weird, crazy, and otherwise funky shit we’re missing? Prolly more to light, than just and only light. Gotta consider not only light, but its source and sources. Giving some consideration to the properties and states of light might help. And what I’m thinking here is…
why do work that is already being done?
If you can leech off of an existing process, maybe you utilize an intermediary, you can then ponder the merits of symbiosis and/or more/less symbiotic relationships. What is/is not intrusive, creative, additive, argumentative, complimentary, disruptive, destructive, malicious, benevolent?
etc..
If you’re having trouble following, maybe instead of thinking just and only photons. Maybe venture a bit outside of the “light box” with respect to the transference and eventual dissemination and interpretation of information and data. Maybe think about electrons, associated binaries, message delivery and transportation systems of all kinds, then maybe have a peek at the data(s) that is/are being transferred, via what mediums, why…
shit like that
The Telephone Game is a good representation as to data handoffs and data integrity, what checks are implemented, where and why, etc.. I recently brought back up “the 8 levels of darkness” again. There are actually 15 levels, but the point is how things move, where, and why they move that way, in a particular environment.
1 immovable
I’ve not given “the light levels” much thought, primarily because the dark levels are in fact “light levels”. They just operate differently. Plenty of light in the dark; it just behaves differently. And if you’re thinking dark matter/dark energy, you’re not on the wrong track.
That said, I don’t know if I am on the right track in thinking that these dark rings are in fact the reorganizational processes that create the dark matter/energy and act as the conduit between matter and antimatter. But that’s what I’ve been seeing for several years now, and the addition of time in any all instances when penetrating the rings tends to kick me out, so to speak. I don’t think it’s necessarily that time does not exist nor cannot exist there. Maybe just a matter of it not existing in the same way and ways.
I do know I had an inkling of how to actually split a Quark this morning, and it scared the fuck out of me. Primarily because a few years ago, I saw, potentially anyway, a way that Quarks might have infinite up/down properties within a single particle. Infinite positive and negative charges. They were ridiculously long, yet finite, and my mind instantly ran to strings. Not given the topic much thought since then. Not till this morning anyway.
That poem was written a really long time ago.
Two Gods
If you had told me at age 10, that a poem like that was written in the late 1800’s, I woulda said you were fucking nuts. Everyone “back then” was god-fearing and pure. So I was told anyway.
Some teachers prolly get sick and fucking tired of certain students. Some teachers prolly get sick and fucking tired of teaching.
Someone recently pointed out and reminded me that even Jesus seemed to get sick of people’s shit.
lolz
I had forgotten all about that.
A skateboard company. Looks like almost everyone is on board
Your view of me is stylized; it’s not me. Only I know me, and even I don’t know me as well as I’d like to, so I guess in effect, nobody knows me. Same goes for you. Same goes for everyone I guess. Still, anything and everything you’ve got in your head about me, is stylized. Pretty much means that your ideas are…
flexible
Moldable, shapable and able to be molded and modulated via all kinds of ways, means and methods. Outside influence may not even be requisite for you to bounce from opinion to opinion. So what’s going on inside? What are you bouncing around in there, and why. Things like, oh…I dunno…you gave me that crown, and you can take it away. Something like that? The wolf that wins, is the one you feed.
So I'm told anyway
When I think “141”, two things immediately pop into my head, both are aviation related.
With respect to “sync numbers”, one could technically punch the number “141” into my internal memory banks, and this would provide access to related information and data via those two primary pathways via the 141 sequence. For example…
Andrews Air Force Base, McLean Virginia, Paris Texas, Tyler Texas, monarch butterflies, midair collision(s), blue and white, orange and black, 66322, touch and go, Grayson County Airport, Davy Crocket
Those are some ancillary types of things that instantly pop into my head when I hear the number “141” and/or the sequence “one four one”. The more that I think on 141, the more that pops into my head…
Precision, raining and cold, I-66, skeet, neon orange, Aunt Geo, Chesapeake Beach, Route 4, PX, minesweeping helicopters, allergic reaction to tattoos, 3,000 feet, south, hot, rough...it gets more and more clear and cloudy at the same time
These are my memories. Places I’ve been, things I’ve seen, things I’ve done, levels of involvement, levels of removal, hearsay, fact, truth, fiction, fantasy, lies…
its all mixed in there stewing in the same pot
With respect to memory and memories, and in regards to remote access of said information, is it possible to “feed” off of information via intentionally planted/implanted numbers and numbers sets? Something I’ve pondered for a while now, and I’m wondering as to quite a few concepts regarding frequency and/or utilization(s) of the stream(s).
Old video below, but one of the comments on the video kinda caught my eye: the one about Oklahoma, and mainly because I distinctly remember 3 earthquakes here in 2014. And the fact that there’s mention of “the Oso Washington landslide, that killed 39”.
Seems like there was something in the news just this week where 39 people died in a truck/lorry. Did some reading tho, and it looks like the death toll in Oso eventually climbed to 43.
So yeah, no connection(s) whatsoever
Let’s say that you gain access to “Memory X” using the 141 sequence. Later, you want to prove to a colleague that you’ve gained access to “Memory X”, you again use the 141 sequence, but it doesn’t work like it did the first time. Meaning, you input your 141, but the output is something different that the original. This could be either a different result entirely, or perhaps nothing at all, but a deviation from the original. So you increase the frequency of the inputted 141 sequence. Eventually, you get the access to “Memory X”, but it took 14 iterations of the 141 sequence to achieve the desired result. Or maybe 41 iterations. Or maybe 140 iterations.
A: What is your base?
What was and is your base? To relate what I’m talking about, let’s say you stroke the small of your girl’s back for the first time, and she goes bonkers. One soft simple stroke, and she’s starry-eyed and weak-knee’d. Next time however, you stroke the small of her back, and nothing happens. So you repeat the procedure a few times, eventually she comes around to that original point you remember so vividly from your first experience.
A: What if there is no second memory?
In the context of which I’m speaking, I would imagine that your subject would need to be unaware of your number sequencing/number syncing so that they will rely upon their own internal experiences and data sets, which will give you access to these same experiences/data sets. Anything externalized is likely to provoke defense mechanisms and close off access to the individual’s internal hive.
So, the next question is, how to upload both false memories and modified memories? Provide some varied contrasts so that the original remains more or less intact, but your subject is…well, let’s say…susceptible. Muddy the memory, and the absolute becomes subjective. But only internally. The external can maintain clarity and rationale because the points within the set(s) are distinct and isolated which keeps both the point(s) and the set(s) from commingling in the “fuzzy logic” centers. I mean, this person’s life keeps on ticking. Keeps going. They’re piling more and more data in the banks each and every moment of each and every day. Loads of “similar not same” data piling in there that could possibly not provide the contrast to make better distinctions. Especially if the subject is currently in a loop or perceives themselves as being in a loop or some other dead-end type of situation. Final question…
A: ???
Was just thinking how easy that might make the manipulation of emotions. You could corrupt a spirit.
Just went back and was reading that Sam Walter Foss article on Wikipedia, and noticed it says he’s featured on New Hampshire historical marker #114. Actually, it says “number 114”.
To be exact, it says (number 114)”
I wonder if 114 and 141 are actually the same number in a different sequence representative of similar not same things + similar and same things + exact same things/identical things. May seem an odd reference, but I’m reminded of the 30 Rock episode where they’re all playing poker and Jack Donaghy discovers he can’t read Kenneth the Page. No tells to tell. No tales to tell?
A: ¿??¿
Supposedly, dead men tell no tales, so it makes me wonder about the dynamics of “the deadman” with respect to remote reading. Doesn’t matter the mode(s), method(s) nor reasoning(s) either. The deadman is just as alive as you or anyone else, just a tad…dead. Dead in there. Dead space? Dead zone?
/shrug
Maybe some tactical maneuvering is in order. Also looks like he died in 1911.
Tic, tocs, and what is getting that inertia going in the first place? Get the right matter, with the right inertia, at the right speed, set to the right angle, add the right energy/energies with the same considerations, and you just might be able create an entanglement that’ll go on and on for a very long time. Might explain why certain configurations last for the amounts of time that they do. Especially in certain environments and/or at certain times.
Pre-flood, people supposedly lived for what is now considered to be some very long periods of time. But after the flood, not so much. Above, and below. Different time(s), and different configuration(s), different results. Gonna be some disruptors and disruptions. Might explain the membranous and somewhat episodic nature(s) of many of the things we see and experience. Many of the things that do and do not exist. Periodic tables, maps and star charts. Might also explain the whens and whys of why a lifeform might choose immortality over reproduction or vice versa. Sometimes the episode needs to run a bit longer than 22 minutes, sometimes not.
Star Charts and Sea Larks
I haven’t thought about that in a long time. I wonder what she’s up to.
Dunno if revisiting old syncs is a good thing. Dunno if it’s a bad thing either. Seems kinda weird to never revisit a somewhere that is important to you. If there’s nothing keeping you away, and nothing telling you to stay away, why not go? Gotta be something pulling you in that direction.
Or pushing
Dunno…maybe I’m just circling the drain, and seeing the same shit on the way out that I saw on the way in.
Sup? Nice to see you again. Catch you on the flipside, I guess.
Maybe
Can you believe that a thought on having a dream come true inspired all that crap?
What a nightmare, eh?
I do know that the thought of potentially splitting an infinitely long and infinitely massive particle sent shivers down my spine. Considering the self-sustainability angle(s), one has to ponder the contextual nature of what “infinite” really entails, and where. The infinite paradigm itself is well established, it’s possible, plausible, and even probable. Now you just have to consider if you want to be the one to light the fuse or not.
Have a great weekend
*True, my Underdog Anthology X story will be related… /stubs butt… I just have to figure it out…*
*Heh. Perfect for shambles, Clicky…*
*/lights up… Strange ‘ow that… /drags… ‘appens all the time, Clicky… /streams smoke… Plenny of angles in that first bit of wall art posted, too…*
I’m thinking about getting a tonsillectomy reversal.
Anyone got a line on where I can get this done?
Reversals are big in medicine. Big in the medical industry. Two for the price of two. Maybe more.
Would a reversal be considered “anti”? Or would it be “anti-anti” seeing as how the original whatever that is now being reversed was the original “anti”.
Anti-anti
That’s a lot of ante.
Sounds like someone is all-in.
Good luck.
Angels appear to be on the menu. Angelic music is on the menu anyway.
Let's eat
Angel Eyes: Like a little music with your meal, Tuco?
Tuco: Music? Yeah, it’s very good. It’s very good for the digestion.
Movie = The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
I'm starving
The ancient Romans were pretty smart. According to legend, they did a lot of stuff. Lots of empire building, lots of infrastructure building. You know something else that the Romans were good at?
Graffiti
With that in mind, and because of a video that was shared with me the other day that I will not be sharing with you, lets us ponder what this infrastructure building and empire building may have entailed. Not the real buildings and the real roads that get you there, let’s think about the virtual ones. Ideas. Dreams. Perhaps we should start with the idealists and the dreamers. Wise men and scribes.
These were usually among the first people to be liquidated amongst a conquered people, and I would imagine this is because these were likely the people behind the former management. The idea men. Gotta get that entrenched management out of your new territory, and you gotta rip the old shit out by the roots if you want your own new seeds to take hold.
But what about those place where you just cannot seem to get the root(s)? You chop that tree down, pull out the stump, but the fucker keeps coming back and keeps coming back. You might need to get clever. After all, we aren’t talking about physical trees here, we’re talking about ideas and dreams. Maybe infiltrate and corrupt those ideas and dreams. Build your own idea(s) into the existing idea(s) in order to corrupt it/them. We’re talking about writing here. If you burn or otherwise destroy all the old works (parchments, books, tablets, etc.) and then get rid of all the old workers who won’t convert to your new model, but the old shit keeps coming back somehow? Bring in your own team.
Infiltrate. Divide and Conquer
Eradication is damn near impossible in some cases. Matters of the heart and mind, spirit and soul?
Nightmares
So seeing as how the Romans were good at graffiti…
A: ???
Most of what was written down in the ancient world is likely to have been A) law, B) historical accounts, or C) financial accounting(s). Yeah, there’s going to be scientific and creative stuff also, but almost all of what was written in the ancient world is going to likely be sanctioned, funded and overseen by some governing body. That means primarily documented power(s), stories of the exercising of that power, and stories about the wealth that was brought by the previous two things.
SO! You’ve got a nasty little province or two that irk the living shit out of you, and you decide that the best way to defeat these irritating fuckers is to bastardize the living shit out of their law(s) and/or religion(s). I mean, if you do it right, you could affect these fuckers for generations. Now you just need the right mole(s) to get in there and do some digging. You’re going to need to cover the range too. You’re gonna need to be overt, your gonna need to be covert, and you’re gonna need to be democratic as well. Patient, impatient, and forgiving. Gotta keep the opposition guessing. Confuse them. Not let them know that you are working every angle while keeping the same intent…destruction from within. In a few years, you could potentially have the entire population of this problem province believing that “only the holiest of the holy can wipe their asses with sandpaper and achieve cleanliness without damaging the flesh of thine ass.”
I wonder how many words for “asses” and/or “ass” exist. Yeah, the contextual human ass.
There are many considerations to be made. We are breaching the lines of cultural boundaries. Some smart ass out there might rub sandpaper all over their beast of burden. Might wind up looking like a jackass. Or some other asshat rubs sandpaper all over their entire buttocks. No real need for this asshole to do that…just rub the asshole and area immediately surrounding the asshole.
You getting all these hooks?
I sure hope so, I’m laying them on pretty fucking thick. Don’t need some jerk sandpapering the entire bathroom thinking it’ll help him become “holy”. Or sandpapering their Ass to death in the name of enlightenment.
This shouldn’t be too much of a stretch. All kinds of weird and unusual laws on the books. But ya know, just because something is “legal” don’t make it right/correct. Also, just because something is legal doesn’t mean that I have to participate. So with respect to your intuition(s), what are they telling you? Not to mention, have you ever considered that maybe someone is doing a something thinking that it is the right way to be, but they’re actually just being played by some ancient practical joker?
“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.”
– Proverbs 14:12 (KJV)
Hate can do weird things to people. Hate can sow some nasty seeds for some nasty long-term growths. So I ask again: where is your personal discernment? Can you tell right from wrong? Can you tell correct from incorrect?
You're basically pitting your own “natural law” will against “man's law” will(s)
Where has your knowledge of law(s) come from? What are you doing with this knowledge?
So, in winding this rant down, this video that I saw was focusing on nitpicking the Talmud. I find this ironic since the Talmud itself deals with nitpickery. Anyway, it got me to thinking that just because some law tells me that I can do a certain something, it doesn’t mean I have to participate. Of course, if the law demands that I do a certain something or behave a certain way?
Yeah, we may have a problem
The video was talking about assorted unsavory nonsense in the Talmud, and then wound up showing a video that is said to be of some Jewish Rabbi putting his mouth on a newborn’s freshly circumcised willy. It’s right there. Certainly appears to be accurate irrespective of the narration. But I have a few suggestions for whoever created this video.
#1
How about a warning in the video description that you are about to blind-side me with a short video clip of something that I may not want to see. Oh wait, you were too busy hawking your online “prepper” business in the description to waste time with such trivialities, and you’re also panhandling/e-begging for donations for your “equipment upgrades” to make more videos like this.
#2
How about a warning in the video itself that you are about to blind-side me with a short video clip of something that I may not want to see. You’re the one putting these things together. Granted, you appear to be wanting/needing some new upgraded equipment, but yeah, you can prolly slide a warning into the video prior to anything unsavory that might appear in your content. Courtesy: ever heard of it?
#3
Every dollar has a cost. Costs, even. Such thoughts might even get me the viewer to question which God you serve. Just sayin’.
#4
If Jesus is coming back and going to destroy the whole fucking place, why in the hell do I need survival gear and survival supplies and all that shit? To survive The Tribulation? Dude… Chick… whatever… death ain’t a thing during the Tribulation. It’s all suffering. You can have all the freeze dried strawberries in the world and it ain’t gonna help. It would appear there’s gonna be entities of all kinds roaming hither and yon, slapping hamburgers out of peoples’ hands and otherwise fucking with your shit, and doing all of this to remind and/or educate you as to who owns the place.
Yeah, the main reason I’m not linking you, the reader, to this video is because it’s inflammatory click-bait, and I’m not going to participate in the video’s further propagation. Says it’s click-bait right there in the title with their “WATCH NOW, THIS WILL GET PULLED DOWN” bullshit, but I watched for a friend, with a friend. Otherwise, no, prolly wouldn’t have watched it.
The seen cannot be unseen
Just because the rope is in your hands, doesn’t necessarily mean you’re towing the line.
I guess I myself could be accused of using racy images and/or controversial music. Controversial opinions on controversial topics. Might make one wonder what kind of standard(s) I employ. What I’m after? Why? Shit like that. Good questions all. I have no answers.
OH WAIT! I DO HAVE AN ANSWER IN THIS CASE!!!
I write about what I see. I share what I see as, when and where I saw it. So say, if I’m looking for geometry/geometric images, and I somehow and for some reason stumble onto an image of some woman digging in her butt? I may just share that image. Synchronicity is sometimes a pretty damn strange concept to ponder. A difficult language to interpret. Not always, but sometimes.
Oh, and speaking of manipulating others for your own gain...
That just appeared on my radar. Taking folks who don’t know no better, sowing seeds of discontent, feeding on desires to make things right/seek right, and profiting from the whole mess.
Sounds...a familiar concept
Dunno where I’ve heard similar recently, but almost sure that I have. Lots of angles. Lots to think about.
That leaves only...body
No wonder that abuse and torture are pretty much the only tool in the human-leverage toolbox. The body you can get to. The other ones? Not so much.
Meh, I was only two pages in, and I completely lost interest in this one. Did eventually cover some ground(s) tho.
X: You gonna leave me out forever?
Cade: No, that’s not my intention.
X: You aren’t listening.
Cade: Dunno if that’s entirely correct.
0: You as a the individual that you are just cannot approach a pile of shit without stopping and considering what it would be to step in it, can you?
Cade: Dunno if that’s entirely correct either.
X: You’re lost.
Cade: Ya’ll are batting 1000%.
X: Any idea as to which is correct, and which is incorrect?
Cade: So, if I’m understanding correctly, this is not about being correct/incorrect at all.
T: What do you think it’s about smart guy?
Cade: Speed.
Z: Speed? Or frequency.
Cade: You’ve lost me there.
Z: How many times do you have to be told to do something, before you actually do it?
Cade: That’s a good question. Have you given any consideration as to why I may not be doing a certain something?
B: Rebellion.
Cade: Sorry for having to paint you into a corner B, but as I’m thinking about it now, that speed and frequency bit is a tough one to chew on whilst considering the “request & compliance” model that is forming in my head.
X: You’re riding a wave?
Cade: Yes.
X: But you aren’t moving.
Cade: Correct. A sine wave.
C: Wave after wave of sine waves, and you are stationary….motionless.
Cade: Correct.
0: Would a saw-wave be a better model maybe?
Cade: I don’t think it matters. I think what we are discussing here is the point at which one “intercepts” the wave.
Z: A mark.
Cade: Correct.
Z: Acknowledgement.
Cade: Correct.
Z: Compliance.
Cade: Also correct, but that’s a whole ‘nother ball of wax now ain’t it?
0: Have you ever noticed that your vernacular changes whenever you wander off into the more subjective realms?
Cade: Welp, makes sense…don’t it?
B: How so?
Cade: Just because I accept a task or mission or whatever, doesn’t mean that task is gonna get carried out.
X: Customer satisfaction.
Cade: Exactly. Shit isn’t gonna get better just because I take the job on.
A: So, by avoiding the message, and by avoiding this task, things don’t get worse?
Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake 0. If you’re gonna hide behind “A’s” persona, at least try and act like her.
0: I don’t follow.
Cade: But I should?
Z: Booya.
A: What if I asked him to ask as me?
Cade: I don’t think any of this really addresses the random and somewhat bizarre nature of…of…of…
U: Less than standard communication(s)?
Cade: Now who in the fucking fuck is this fuck?
U: I’ll give you a hint.
Cade: Lemme guess…”U”? ”Not You?” Like, not me you, but you?
U: Not.
Cade: Hi.
X: Speed. Lets get back to it. This is running a little long.
Cade: You shouldn’t react to everything.
X: All of that, just to say, “you shouldn’t react to everything”?
Cade: Non-reaction is still a reaction.
0: Just less proactive.
Cade: Less reactive maybe. I dunno what “proactive” would even mean in this context.
Z: What about in the case of omens?
Cade: That’s actually a really good question. Any precursor, that you eventually act on, would in fact be proactive.
T: We gotta sometimes twist these things to get you to think.
Cade: It’s an interesting thought. The message arrives in 1986 that something really bad is gonna happen in 2011, you sit on this information until 2010, act on it…
X: And it appears that you were being proactive.
Cade: Correct. But I really wasn’t.
A: How so?
Cade: The event had already happened.
0: Wait, wait, wait just a minute there sparky. What do you mean “the event already happened”?
Cade: The event had already happened, otherwise, I would not have been able to see it.
0: But you eventually prevented it?
Cade: A mindfuck ain’t it? In order to prevent something, it has to happen.
Z: The basis for a more solid engineering.
Cade: Certainly gets one to thinking about the nature of “preventative anything”.
X: It happened, it never happened.
Cade: Almost like 3-point parking. Forward, back, forwards.
Z: Onwards and upwards.
Cade: So yeah, speed and accuracy. Just because I’m getting “synchy” messages doesn’t mean I need to shit my pants.
0: Shit your pants..do a dance…we’ll sign you up for the Ringling Brothers.
Cade: It’s a circus. Can be anyway.
X: And what about this business with the points?
Cade: OH! Yeah, um, scanning the bands. It just occurred to me that instead of looking for a complete message on a single band, maybe a message was sent in parts over multiple bands.
X: And that completes the “synchronistic communications model”?
Cade: You sure are asking a lot of questions today.
U: Answer the damn question.
Cade: It might complete a message. I dunno about it completing any model.
X: Complete the model for “a” message.
Cade: Maybe. I’ve no idea. It could get messy.
X: Anything spring to mind?
Cade: Well, now that I think about it, that Bible cross-reference image that Jordan Peterson used in some of his talks could shed some light.
T: You’re thinking non-sequential and less-sequential.
Cade: Correct. And now that I think about it, the whole damn thing could eventually collapse.
Z: Only if someone isn’t on their toes.
Cade: I just pictured the whole damn thing folding.
X: Don’t you think there might be other information to follow when and as the original message is erased?
Cade: Sure, it’s possible. But if we really are untangling certain knots…
0: The whole rope could vanish.
Cade: That’s…what I’m seeing.
0: Voids.
Cade: There’s still data there in the/a void. Its all in how we interpret it. What jarred me just then was watching the information that only previously occupied that void disappearing.
X: A big crunch.
Cade: Again, I don’t know. I just know that the more of the points in the arcs disappeared, the more the message made less sense.
X: The more…the message…made less sense. Less is more?
Cade: So it would seem.
X: …
Roob just told me via DM that there’s some new “Brexit Deal” on the table, but I really have no interest at this particular moment. Pygostyle…what an interesting concept. You can stick a fork in this turkey…
I'm done
Almost forgot to mention, dropped by Psycho Radio the other night. Not done that in a while. The Gang was mostly all there. I put the headphones on, laid down, listened for a few hours, but eventually fell asleep. That’s not a cut on the conversation that was transpiring, I just fell asleep. They do talk about some weird shit tho. Do it in some weird ways too.
Glad ya'll are still around and kicking
*Yum! …/stubs butt… I could go for some of that, Clicky…*
*Oh that looks lush, Clicky! …/lights up… Has Leggy loaded it yet? …/drags… Excellent! Ooh look, a ‘237’ sync… /plumes smoke… So, £2.37 equates to dollars, three? …/smokes… Marvelous value!*
*Yes, Clicky…*
*/flicks ash…*
*Aye, Clicky, it’s good stuff…*
Kinda weird stumbling across that image. Just the other day I was working on my own “two-fold and cross” method. Meaning, the method for folding the paper prior to contact with the soiled crack.
Six to eight sheets
join ends of entire length
join ends of entire length a second time
join two corners at 45° angle.
This gives enough coverage + enough padding without risk of breakthrough. Best part, is that with this configuration, you can wipe/fold, wipe/fold, wipe/dispose. Usually at least three good wipes out of 8 sheets, and it folds nice so there’s little risk of….trauma.
The resulting wad of soiled paper that goes in the toilet can be thick tho. If you just had chili or curry, and you have to use multiple wads, a flush might be in order. A clogged toilet when you’ve got runny poops almost seems to go against nature. And it could get messy quick if you don’t have a plunger handy.
That defeats the purpose of attempting to be efficient with the paper
Another pro-toilet tip?
Never mix fluids/discharge(s)
Like, never blow your nose with toilet paper whilst shitting. You may get confused as to which end has been wiped, and which has not. Would suck to wipe your ass then blow your nose with the same paper because you were multitasking. Not everything “efficient” is worth the risk.
FYI
Summer is over. Just thought you should know in the event you weren’t paying attention.
And yes, summer is also over for you folks in the Southern Hemisphere too, even tho it hasn’t even started yet. Sorry, but this year you’re just gonna have to tough out winter like us normal humans in the north.
Merry Christmas
You spend most of your time in a rectangular room. You’re surrounded by rectangular walls with rectangular doors and rectangular windows, and you move upon and about a rectangular floor, with a rectangular roof above you. Your brain is likely to get somewhat accustomed to processing rectangular geometric information(s). When you venture away from that environment, your being is likely to be somewhat flooded with all kinds of new and interesting stuff.
A: Gotta get you away from those eyes of yours
Not permanently, just a temporary vacation. Your ears are likely to process a good deal of spacial information. Gonna be kind of a passive thing, but density, distance and relative position is also going to be processed by those big-assed ears of yours. Yes, your ears are fucking huge.
Sorry, someone had to tell you, so it may as well be me
Anyway, the topic of processing spacial information came up today, and the basis was the processing of contextual geometric information(s). Making distinctions as to what should and should not be in a certain somewhere, peculiarities, anomalies, etc.. Maybe even those things that can be in a certain somewhere, but these things themselves contain embedded information that is out of place. How we process geometric information, and what “geometric” even means with respect to processing shape data and/or shaped information.
Let's break out to elaborate
You may recognize this shapeBut what about this variant?
Now, before I go too much further, those two images have some very specific meaning(s). One appears to mean “Jesus Freak”, and the other appears to mean “Semi-Woke Jesus Freak”. I would imagine the second is an “answer”…
to this shapeOr maybe this shape
The first image gave us a base of geometric understanding…
and things mutatedand evolved
from there
So with respect to processing information, it’s prolly not just/only a matter of learning to make a distinction between known and unknown. We need to make considerations for uncertainty, irregularity, one-off(s), intentionals, unintentuals, mutative/change(s), all kinds of strangeness(es), and of course…time(s).
What does any of that have to do with processing shape information and/or shaped information? I dunno. Guess it depends on what you are looking at/for, and why. Maybe also what you are not looking at/for and why. Yeah…prolly both of those.
Just a matter of time(s)
Strange way for two parties to have a conversation, eh? Back and forth over who is right/wrong based on what is basically a preschool drawing of a fish.
At least they're talking
Lets say that you are looking at a planet, and you are looking for signs of life.
Where to start?
Mirrors? Mirrors suck. What you personally see in the mirror on a daily basis is in no way, shape or form anything like life. Certainly not representative of life as a whole. Just you and your whole life. You aren’t the center of the universe.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, looking for life on another planet. Nothing good going on here on Earth/Terra, so we gotta look elsewhere. With that in mind, chances are good that you are looking for something foreign to this planet. But what would that look like? When was the last time you went walking in an open field, completely unfettered, unhinged, and totally off the hook?
Have you ever?
Don’t get too reliant upon that television if you don’t have to. That thing misses a lot of nuance. Shaped information. Only so much you can see because whatever you are watching has passed through many filters before getting to you. Maybe you aren’t thinking correctly with respect to searching for something that doesn’t appear to be there. Maybe it’s there, and you just aren’t seeing it. Or hearing it. Or feeling it.
Hey, I’m just trying to maybe get you to think about how you think, and especially as thinking relates to the processing of geometric shapes. Might keep you safe if you’re running naked through a field, and the shape of a bus suddenly appears in your FOV. If the bus-shape is blurry, stop running. If the bus-shape/image stays blurry, you might want to take evasive action/start running away from this shape.
Don’t ask me what in the fuck a bus in doing in the middle of a field. There’s a naked person running through this field, so this particular field appears to be a field that attracts some weird shit.
I must pee. The bathroom…
the door is pulled to, but not closed.
The light…off. The exhaust fan…on.
Something horrible has happened in there, and it happened only recently.
A: ???
Life is a story-book adventure, all day, every day, whether you realize it or not.
I'm getting old in my old age
Is a looping echo of charitable sentiments indicative of a failure of past benevolent processes? Perhaps even an indication that no real attempts have been made to permanently resolve the need for a certain philanthropic something? I’ll give an example of what I’m thinking here…
The United Way raised $21,700 in its first year of operation. The year? 1887.
The United Way raised $3.919 billion in 2018 (fiscal year ended June 2019).
That's an increase of 18,059,907% in 132 years
Now, adjusted for inflation, that 1887 money is supposedly $586,491.61 in 2019 dollars. But I have to wonder what 2019 dollars will be valued at in the year 2151, which is 132 years from now. Did some reading, and the US GDP was $12.6 billion in 1887, which means that one single US charity in 2018CE raised around 1/3 of the entire country’s 1887CE GDP. Let’s see what $3.919 billion was worth in 1887.
$105,919,844,315.79
Is it possible that $3.919 billion in today’s money is going to be worth almost $106 billion in 2151CE? I have no idea, and I guess it would depend on who you ask. Don’t ask anyone from a local church or anyone from Extinction Rebellion. Pretty sure they’re all convinced everyone and everything will be dead in 2151CE. Oh, and to add some additional perspective to those numbers, the current US President is said to have a net worth of around $3.1 billion as of March 2019CE.
From the United Way website…
“United Way fights for the health, education, and financial stability of every person in every community.”
United Way fights. United Way...fights
Not only are you and yours fighting, looks like you’re fighting anyone and everyone, everywhere. Prolly would be considered “PC” of me to suggest that you remove “fight”. Prolly more important that you lose the fighting mentality. Who and what are these forces you are fighting? What is driving them? Big corporations? Big interests? Big dollars?
It's easy to pick on the big dogs
We treat you like “this” because you are a woman.
We treat you like “this” because you are a man.
We treat you like “this” because you are…a human?
Is it the ordering?
Watched a doc earlier this week that kinda touched on a lot of the peculiarities that I wrestle with regarding nomenclatures and the implied behavioral protocols that they can sometimes imply.
But, you’re free to watch the doc then make up your own determinations as to how you treat someone and why. Or not.
Whatevz
I’m not sure what to think about this. Had some thoughts recently about who can utilize infrastructure(s) to make money and why…
...but yeah, not sure what to think about this
Cept maybe that the à la carte model is being forced via any and all means.
Does steam “open the pores”? Open the pores of the skin. I would assume “heat” does this/helps this, so a hot bath or shower opens the pores.
Is this really a good idea tho?
Open the pores, slather on soap(s), scrub it in, embed bits of these “cleansers” and their different pieces and parts, then cool off and trap that shit in the pores of the skin? Lemme guess…
”it doesn't work like that”
Was thinking about washing in cold water, and it occurred to me that maybe perhaps the skin contracting and getting all those goose-bumps because you’re freezing your ass off, might be a design consideration. As it pertains to functionality. We’re trying to get stuff off our bodies, not get stuff in our bodies.
Or something
Well this is quite the eye opener. I only recently was pondering/wrote about arrays of aircraft because of some things that I saw back in 2013 and again in 2015, but I had no idea “they” were actually doing it. Makes sense that they are tho.
After watching the video below, it’s no fucking wonder that the UFO community has been shitting their pants lately. Trying to stay on the radar. Trying to stay relevant.
Things are about to get muddier in that area
You could bury all kinds of shit behind all kinds of crazy curtains with technology like this. It’s just too bad that the video has that dumb music on top. Would be interesting to hear what all those drones sound like.
That vid tickled my brain-ish type thingie, so I went to YouTube and searched for “drone array” (without quotes) and found this thing below from 7 years ago.
There actually wasn’t much at all on YouTube under “drone array”. In fact, pretty much nothing. There was a light show, and that swarm one above, and synchronized drone show, and MICRO DRONES KILLER ARMS ROBOTS – AUTONOMOUS ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, and drone flight over the Very Large Array, a mention of a drone tracking array, but only one mention of “array” with respect to drones.
Hrm...
Why is it that arrays of drones don’t seem to be referred to as “drone arrays”?
Also, on the vid about the drone tracking array, I noticed in the description that they
“had difficulty getting the DJI drones to work at 5.8 GHz”.
Someone only recently asked me about “5G” and what it is. But somewhat off on that topic, I’m wondering if maybe some military projects are lagging a bit, and maybe that’s why cell providers are having fits with getting “upgraded” to 5G? As far as I know, 4G is still a pipe dream, and it was “introduced” in 2009. Gotta get the important stuff out of that/those band(s), and at the same time make sure you remain well-entrenched in that band so you can keep track of who is doing what. Lots of data is pumping through the lower bands already, and I can imagine that cresting each band can be a challenge. Especially if you are simultaneously trying to monitor anyone who is cresting bands above your own capabilities.
Can't let the competition get too far ahead of you
If it’s still not clear, maybe think on the concept of “making” a bit.
Make it personal
What you make, when, where, how…all that good stuff.
I started this back on September 26th. It’s now October 12th. I rearranged some of the sections, which means you did not read them in the chronological order in which they were written. Time to stop this madness.
Heh
*Yep, Parsons knows, Clicky…/stubs butt…*
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