Dear Reader, this post was going to be about steam…
steam (v.)Old English stiemen, stymen“emit vapor, emit a scent or odor,” from the root of steam (n.). Meaning “go by steam power” is from 1831. Transitive sense from 1660s, “to emit as steam;” meaning “to treat with steam” is from 1798. Slang steam up (transitive) “make (someone) angry” is from 1922.
Related: Steamed; steaming.
steam (n.) Old English steam “vapor, fume, water in a gaseous state,” from Proto-Germanic *staumaz (source also of Dutch stoom “steam”), of unknown origin. Meaning “vapor of boiling water used to drive an engine” is from 1690s, hence steam age (1828) and many figurative uses, such as let off steam (1831, literal), blow off steam (1857, figurative),full-steam (1878), get up steam (1887, figurative). Steam heat is from 1820s in thermodynamics; as a method of temperature control from 1904.
We have given her six months to consider the matter, and in this steam age of the world, no woman ought to require a longer time to make up her mind. [Sarah Josepha Hale, “Sketches of American Character,” 1828]
…Thoughtful Man suggested it to me yesterday evening after first reading Leggy’s review of Poundland’s E-cig, yesterday morning…
*/flicks lighter… A good review that I’m happy to share, Clicky, but vaping? …/lights up… Fuck off – they’re just Tobacco Control Lite… /drags… If I want to inhale steam, I’ll boil a kettle…*
…And then during the course of yesterday, Thoughtful Man learnt that Poundland is also branching out into other steamy areas…
*/thinks and smokes… Nooky… No. Oky… No. OK Y?… Nukey… New key… Newgate’s Knocker!… /smokes some more…*
Something else happened though yesterday, Dear Reader. Something unsettling. Yesterday morning, whilst Thoughtful Man read Leg Iron’s post, I was reading an overnight posting by Red Frank, in the Red Universe…
A bit of a sleb in the Synchrosphere had paid MEROVEE a visit and left a comment. ‘Goro’ is a name that has been spoken of somewhat reverently by a few of the regulars there during the 5 years I’ve visited the site. And I’ve seen the name mentioned in Dispatches elsewhere. A bit of coup for Frank, you’d think…
*I dunno, Clicky, it could be one of those…/stubs out fag…*
Goro had popped by and, BOY, was he STEAMED with Frank and MJ!
*Perfect choice of Song, Clicky! …/pats snout… It turned into a screaming match… /lights up…*
I suggest you go read it for yourself, Dear Reader. It involves an accusation of plagiarism…
*plak- (1)also *plāk-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning “to be flat;” extension of root *pele- (2) “flat; to spread.”
It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek plakoeis“flat,”plax“level surface, anything flat;” Lettish plakt “to become flat;” Old Norse flaga “layer of earth,” Norwegian flag “open sea,” Old English floh “piece of stone, fragment,” Old High German fluoh “cliff.”
… Which was weird ‘cos MJ had put up a Flat Earth post the evening before yesterday at her site…
Start here – it was the very first comment! I won’t link to Soro’s site; he brought his own links to Frank’s place. I paid a brief visit there, having not ventured there before. I don’t think I’ll be going back… You’ve gotta pay to be a member!
*/sniffs… I don’t care for his tone either, Clicky… /drags… *
In other news, Dear Reader, I had a bit of coup (second meaning) myself this week, having my Afterword accepted for the Underdog Anthology III by Leg Iron Books. This time round each of the stories gets an illustration and so will the famous poem that I stole… to mutilate and use for my own ends at the end of the book. Thank you Emma ‘Dead Rising’ Lazarus!
Leggy has just sent through its illustration, hot and steaming off his virtual press…
*Oh, Clicky, that looks great! …/grins… Quick, go fetch that Song we like… /claps hands…*
That’s quite enough for one post, Dear Reader. Until next time at the LoL… Have a Song ❤
amble (v.) early 14c., from Old French ambler, of a horse or other quadruped, “go at a steady, easy pace” (12c.), from Latin ambulare “to walk, to go about, take a walk,” perhaps a compound of ambi- “around” (from PIE root *ambhi- “around”) and -ulare, from PIE root *el- “to go” (source also of Greek ale“wandering,” alaomai “wander about;” Latvian aluot “go around or astray”). Until 1590s used only of horses or persons on horseback. Related: Ambled; ambling.
Let’s get down to it, shall we?
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Hi there. I just added this paragraph. I was doing some writing, and bouncing around a bit because I am trying something new in this here particular whatever, and I had an idea.
Let's see how it goes, eh?
^Meat Beat Manifesto – Prime Audio Soup (Vegetarian Soup By Boards Of Canada)^
So eating…what’s the point of eating again?
I mean like, not again…but yeah
…the first time.
Was just thinking bout “people who have trouble losing weight” and “cans of beans that are good until August 2020” and stuff like that. Preservatives, staying fresh, shelf-lives, shit like that. I mean…I’m sure that you are fresh and clean and shit like that, regardless of what you do or don’t eat, because you are you, and you are awesome at being you.
But yeah...why not?
Yes…as in…why wouldn’t “preservatives” and/or foods preserved using certain methods … erm … not…“tend to hang around a bit” after you’ve eaten them?
Not saying that it causes “weight-loss issues” or the like. BUT!!! I do have some thoughts on weight loss, and why it tends to come back.
Watson: “You’ve lost a few pounds haven’t you?”
Holmes: “And you’ve picked them up.”
Movie = “Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows”
^Flying Lotus – Interference^
So yeah…your body…it accommodated the weight once you acquired it, and prolly needs to adjust a bit in order to de-accommodate the weight change…so yeah…mass. Storage, and storage spaces. Threads, and strings, and stings, and weaving, and fibers, and fibrous stuff and whatnot.
Q: How many jobs have you had in the last 20 years?
A: I don't give a shit what this answer is, but you might.
How many desks?
Office chairs?
Offices?
Computers?
Mice?
Mouse pads?
Clothes/outfits?
Trends and trendy types of shit?
Maybe we’ve gotten a little out of wack since “seasonal” has become, erm…”international”.
Avocados? Readily available in January/February? In the northern hemisphere?
NO WAY!!!
How’d that happen I wonder?
^Chromatics – Tick Of The Clock^
I’ve been writing some crap about “Syncrhomysticism” and “The Synchrosphere” over at my own blog over the past coupla weeks/months, but let’s bring that shit here…and make it a little more overt than usual. As a matter of fact…let’s let someone else drive almost completely here, and see if she knows that she’s driving/been driving/is driving.
^Boards of Canada – Music Is Math^
I just went to the store with whatshername. Meaning, we rode there in the same car, I walked around Wal-Mart, while she did whatever it was she was doing, we then left in the same car that we arrived in, and drove to the house that I am now sitting in typing this shit. When we pulled into the parking lot, there was an Icee truck, and I wondered aloud how nice it would be to have an Icee.
Whatshername: You know…your daughter says that she wants to steal a doughnut truck, then lead the cops on a lengthy chase, so that the news shows a bunch of cops/cop cars chasing a doughnut truck.
Cade: I become more and more proud of her and her thinking daily. PLUS… they’d prolly leave you alone in prison. You aren’t competition with drugs or gangs or crap like that, so…you’d think that they’d leave you alone.
^College & Electric Youth – A Real Hero (Drive Original Movie Soundtrack)^
But that got me to thinking about a tweet I saw yesterday, and how I fucking HATE self-righteous pricks and their methods. And tho I cannot find the Tweet in question, it was basically…
· <---This is what your asshole looks like out of prison.O <---This is what your asshole looks like in prison.
Nice. Lots of layers and layering, and payers and payering or punishment(s).
No wonder shit is so fucked up (do what you will with puns here)
I thought about the picture in the Tweet all evening and all night. Reminded me of the pic above, and has had me to thinking quite a bit about the spaces that we occupy, and how we occupy them/how we are able to occupy them, which got me to thinking about focus, focuses and focusing, which got me to thinking about a story that I wrote several years ago called “The Focus”…
but I'll digress on that for now.
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This is gonna cause us to have to bebop around this “when is life life” kind(s) of questions with respect to when is what, how, and where…and conception and shit like that. But while I’ll kinda buzz around while you are thinking about that, is this concept of death that we have …erm… neglected since we think that we have a good bead on when it is and is not OK to kill someone else, under what conditions/pretenses, etc..
Are we thinking that there is some reconciliation possible between life AND death via life? Cause I don’t see it. We see death as an end, and life as a beginning, and who gets to choose what and where is really only speculative because it omits time completely.
EX: Stamp a “Star of David” on each and every Jew, and suddenly, you know all there is to know about that person.
But really…you don’t know shit about that person, and you don’t want to…do you?
^Flying Lotus – Zodiac Shit^
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Several years back, when I first saw the image above, I freaked. It was so in line with some of the things that I had been thinking about with respect to “healing” and what is required to heal, that I freaked the fuck out when I saw the image. Not that my particular body is like, all twisted and contorted and shit like that, and it is…but this thought also fell into line with the thinking that I had been doing with respect to the Chakras…but more than that, Kundalini.
So yeah…teleportation, and the thoughts that I personally had regarding using teleportation as a means/method of eliminating scalpel-based surgery, and it’s not and only about the scalpel since General Anesthesia is VERY fucking dangerous…not to mention that hospitals themselves are becoming a hazard and/or hazardous place to be.
I can’t really say “less-invasive surgery” here, since the methods that I’ve been pondering for the last 30-40 years are about as invasive as you can get. But that’ll get us nicely back to the concept of weight gain/loss, since I think that spin, spins and spinning are where we are…for lack of a better term…”losing our asses”…and prolly also why “that ass you lost comes right back”. Bees and beehives will help us.
^Why Don’t You Just Poison The Bees?? I’ll Show You Why.^
What is something that we can all relate to?
Welp…whatever it is that we as individuals can relate to. Maybe cookies, maybe penis, maybe boobies, maybe dancing, maybe all kinds of stuff. But that video above got me to thinking about these propensities and proclivities to certain things that we all have. So yeah…changes and changing.
Q: Anyone got an extra bedroom available that I can occupy while I get my shit together and change into a better person?
A: No? Didn't think so.
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^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix) FULL HD^
It is currently 14:11 or 1411h, it is Thursday September the 14th of 2017, and there has been a sudden directional change of sorts. Lemme pop up to the top, add a bit there, then I’ll continue on as normal-ish, and we’ll see how this goes from here…
Heh, heh, heH.
^The Cuties – Is She Weird^
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The third and final installment, ‘Missive From ‘Merica: Shamble On!’ will follow tomorrow, Dear Reader. Enjoy the rest of your Friday evening and… Have a Song! 😀
From my last post, Dear Reader, you will have gleaned that, just like Indiana Jones, I named myself after a dog. I have very fond memories of watching that dog as a child, and again with the boys as babes. We still have stickers up…
*How Thoughtful Man allowed the scary clown to remain, Clicky, I’ll never know… /He’s scared of clowns…*
Over the years I have been online…
*/:O … Has it only been 5 years? Wow, feels longer… /smokes fag…*
… as Roobeedoo2, others have addressed me by shortening my chosen name to Roobee, Roob, RBD2…
*Ha! I mentioned Stephen King’s ‘It’ in comments… /sticks out tongue…
*The film opens tonight and apparently the people going will be dressing up as clowns… /grimaces… Thoughtful Man’s working tonight – he’s gonna shit himself! … /drags… Enough of that, Clicky, I want to get onto the rats…*
So, one of the shamble lenses that I use, synchromystically speaking, is my name. I turn my handle… I suppose in this way, I’m a handler…
*/:D… Nice catch! …stubs butt…*
Well today, Dear Reader, I read a story of horror in the news…
And how is the name of the rat town pronounced?
*/lights up… That’s right Click… /inhales smoke… Roobee everywear… /exhales…*
Now, if you have read, ‘Anatomy of a Hat Trick‘ yet, and watched ‘The Fedora Chronicles’ contained within it, you may have picked up some common or garden syncs. I told Cade about them at the time…
Herbert Johnson was the maker of Indie’s hat…
*And I guess ‘FoG’ could be Friends of Georgie? … /rolls eyes…*
*/puffs… Don’t worry, Clicky, if I remember rightly, the rats didn’t so much float as get a bit singed…*
Shiny put a wonderful new post up at The Lab yesterday, Dear Reader…
*I laughed when I saw that image, Clicky… So syncy…*
The evening before, when I got home from work… No. I’ll go back to a couple of nights before that… Legs posted a Song in Twitter DMs…
So on Friday, after I got home from work, Cade, who is 6 hours behind me in Text us, made contact…
You’ll notice mention of…
*Yes, there is a ‘pork pie’ hat, Clicky, butt this post is about a FedOra…*
… Indiana. Shiny mentions Indiana Jones in his ‘Doctor Doctor’ post and… Well, let’s continue shall we?
*’You get used to the fact that everyone knows your name’… /smiles… And yes, ‘rabbit’ is a hat trick… It’s also to talk a lot, Clicky… /squints… Like what you’re doing right now, so…/zip lips motion…*
I then sent Cade an article from Zero Hedge that I’d just read, about how some people are coping with the petrol shortages in Texas…
*Ha! An unexpected appearance of 666… Whilst conversing with Apollyon might put the willies up people, Clicky… Even if he is an Okie one…*
*I seem to remember him mentioning his small penis a couple of times before… Not that there’s anything wrong with that… /shrugs… Less of a mouthful, innit? …/innocent face… Lack of gag…*
*VIP HONE…? Kinda a reminds me of Song Korben Dallas posted at Merovee yesterday… Deft Ones…*
In the ‘0-Eggs’ article was a video clip that I hadn’t watched. So I went back to view it…
… Dear Reader, by now I hope you’ve realised that I shamble a lot about smoking…
capnography (n.) also (and originally) kapnography, “drawing by means of smoke” (or carbon deposited by a flame), 1871, from Greek kapnos “smoke” + -graphy. See “Art-Journal,” vol. x, p. 249. Related: Capnographic; kapnographic.
*Yes a cap is a type of hat as well, Clicky, butt in regards to this cap, no…*
Of the two Urban Dictionary definitions given, Cade honed in on the one I hadn’t read…
Cade then mentioned a poem he’d written. He’s a musician and poet…
… I sent him a Song and he replied with a film quote. Admittedly somewhat paraphrased…
…And I had a revelation about my own screen name: RooBeeDoo…
… As Cade had mentioned a hi-hat getting a workout, I had an idea…
*Shiny’s post is all about the new 13th Doctor…*
Dear Reader, if you’re at all interested in the language of ‘synchronicity’, and if you’ve read and explored Clicky’s links in this post, you are gonna love ‘The Fedora Chronicles – Indiana Jones Hat Discrepancies’…
fedora (n.) type of hat, 1887, American English, from “Fédora,” a popular play by Victorien Sardou (1831-1908) that opened 1882, in which the heroine, a Russian princess named Fédora Romanoff, originally was performed by Sarah Bernhardt. During the play, Bernhardt, a notorious cross-dresser, wore a center-creased, soft brimmed hat. Women’s-rights activists adopted the fashion. The proper name is Russian fem. of Fedor, from Greek Theodoros, literally “gift of god,” from theos“god” (from PIE root *dhes-, forming words for religious concepts) + doron“gift” (from PIE root *do-“to give”).
… Inspired, no doubt, but a rare pink rainbow that appeared over Bristol a few days earlier. In the post (as above) and in comments (so below), the 1939 cinematic version of ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and synchroncity is discussed by the MeroVEEPs…
*Oh fucking hell, yeah! Good spot, Clicky!*
Dark Side of the Rainbow – also known as Dark Side of Oz or The Wizard of Floyd – refers to the pairing of the 1973 Pink Floyd album The Dark Side of the Moon with the visual portion of the 1939 film The Wizard of Oz.
This produces moments where the film and the album appear to correspond with each other. The title of the music video mashup-like experience comes from a combination of the album title, the album cover, and the film’s song “Over the Rainbow.” Band members and others involved in the making of the album state that any relationship between the two works of art is merely a coincidence.
health (n.) Old English hælþ“wholeness, a being whole, sound or well,” from Proto-Germanic *hailitho, from PIE *kailo- “whole, uninjured, of good omen” (source also of Old English hal “hale, whole;” Old Norse heill “healthy;” Old English halig, Old Norse helge “holy, sacred;” Old English hælan “to heal”). With Proto-Germanic abstract noun suffix *-itho (see -th (2)). Of physical health in Middle English, but also “prosperity, happiness, welfare; preservation, safety.” An abstract noun to whole, not to heal. Meaning “a salutation” (in a toast, etc.) wishing one welfare or prosperity is from 1590s. Health food is from 1848.
Today Blue Frank has posted about the word ‘health’ and how it is a meaningless word… Or how it has become wholly meaningless with zealous overuse…
*Ah ha… In the Pink… Blimey, you’re on a bit of a roll today, Clicky…*
The general usage of this phrase has altered somewhat since it first entered the language. We now usually see it with the specific meaning of ‘the pink of condition’, that is, in the best possible health. It is tempting but, as it turns out, misguided, to assume an association between ‘the pink of condition’ and the healthily glowing pink cheeks of new-born babies or energetic sportsmen/sportswomen and the like.
*The doctors at the W.H.O. don’t want anyone to die, Clicky… A deeply flawed utopian quest… /deep sigh… They’ll kill us all…*
*Clicky, that’s in Italian… /thinks… Oh, yeah…*
Last night, my favourite Welshman of Italian extraction posted about the other arse cheek of the Healthist religion…
…The Greenies whose sole/soul/arsehole concern is the health of the planet and sod the rest of us…
Baʿal is well-attested in surviving inscriptions and was popular in theophoric names throughout the Levant but he is usually mentioned along with other gods, “his own field of action being seldom defined”. Nonetheless, Ugaritic records show him as a weather god, with particular power over lightning, wind, rain, and fertility.
Baal (/ˈbeɪl/BAYL; sometimes spelled Bael, Baël (French), Baell) is in 17th century goetic occult writings as one of the seven princes of Hell. The name is drawn from the Canaanite deity Baal mentioned in the Hebrew Bible as the primary god of the Phoenicians.
In this unholy hierarchy, Baal (usually spelt “Bael” in this context; there is a possibility that the two figures aren’t connected) was ranked as the first and principal king in Hell, ruling over the East. According to some authors Baal is a Duke, with sixty-six legions of demons under his command.
During the English Puritan period Baal was either compared to Satan or considered his main assistant. According to Francis Barrett he has the power to make those who invoke him invisible, and to some other demonologists his power is stronger in October. According to some sources, he can make people wise, and speaks hoarsely.
While his Semitic predecessor was depicted as a man or a bull, the demon Baal was in grimoire tradition said to appear in the forms of a man, cat, toad, or combinations thereof. An illustration in Collin de Plancy’s 1818 book Dictionnaire Infernal placed the heads of the three creatures onto a set of spider legs.
In the corner of Duncan Selbie’s fifth floor office in Waterloo, a stone’s throw from The Old Vic, there is a small plaque bearing a quote from the founder of analytical psychology, Carl Jung: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
‘Selbie, who has been chief executive at Public Health England since this autonomous arm of the NHS was forged from 129 health agencies – including the National Treatment Agency for Substance Misuse and the Health Protection Agency – three years ago, looks embarrassed when asked about the quote.
‘The 53-year-old Scot mumbles that it was given to him by a communications executive. He is already blushing about a certificate from the Institute of Healthcare Management that hangs proudly on his wall, and he is clearly uncomfortable explaining why he received it.
‘“I’m very British, you see, so how can I say it’s for ‘Outstanding Contribution for Leadership’?” he smiles, awkwardly. “I’m not North American.”
‘Eventually, he matter-of-factly states what Jung’s quote means to him: “Public health is all about futures that don’t yet exist.”’
*Quite, Clicky! …/drags… Btw, that clip appears to go in and out of sync…*
He certainly talks a good shift in that profile…
As well as economics, Selbie believes that companionship is key to a healthier life. He’s aware that might sound a little new age, but points out that this can be as simple as an elderly person being comfortable in the knowledge they have someone to take them home after a hospital operation.
In 1961, Bill Wilson wrote to Jung saying that his teachings were a pivotal inspiration for him in co-founding Alcoholics Anonymous. Selbie lacks the audacity of a North American like Wilson to link himself so closely with Jung.
But it’s clear the softly spoken Scot’s plaque means more to him than he lets on. Be it alcohol, tobacco or safe sex, Selbie believes that the country needs to take a good look at itself and its wider problems before it can fully resolve its health issues.
1972 (MCMLXXII) was a leap year starting on Saturday (dominical letter BA) of the Gregorian calendar, the 1972nd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 972nd year of the 2nd millennium, the 72nd year of the 20th century, and the 3rd year of the 1970s decade.
Within the context of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest year ever, as two leap seconds were added during this 366-day year, an event which has not since been repeated. (If its start and end are defined using mean solar time [the legal time scale], its duration was 31622401.141 seconds of Terrestrial Time (or Ephemeris Time), which is slightly shorter than 1908).[1]
I’ve been having a very busy week at work, Dear Reader, and tomorrow promises to be extremely hectic…
*/puts fingers in ears… Yes, thank you for setting the alarm, Clicky! I know I’ve gotta get up extra early… Important visitors arriving at Stupid Hour…*
Cade had very kindly furnished us with a fabulous missive. So no funny business…
*/squints at smirking dolphin assistant…*
… I’ll just let you get on and read it for yourself. I’ve gotta go to bed. Enjoy! ❤
*And Clicky… /lifts head… Don’t forget the Song for the end… /sinks into sleep…*
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Good Morning!
Tis 09:07 on Tuesday morning, I just woke up, and I sitting here knocking the sleep/eye boogers out of my eyes in more of a haze than usual. Why…you might ask? I laid down for a few minutes around 8-ish last night because I wasn’t feeling well…and I just woke up. I JUST SLEPT FOR 13 FUCKING HOURS!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?
^Cocteau Twins — Blue Bell Knoll^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Uptown- I’m Losing You (12″ VOCAL)^
Lemme give a quick opinion on why I fucking HATE this bullshit, this going on and around about this “Siren’s Song” bullshit.
Q: Are we talking about real people?
A: ???
I don’t give a fuck if they are alive or dead. They were alive at some point, so to me, they will always be alive. That’s just my opinion tho.
However…when it becomes open season on “the dead?”
Yeah…the living are in deep shit.
That’s what occurs to me anyway.
Q: To what end? Where does it end?
A: ... --- ...
And I mean…for you…where does it end?
You can chase the rabbit and/or rabbithole as deep and as long as you so choose.
But the only thing, that you will find, at the end, is you.
Well…your original object of interest will be there too…or will she?
Now…turn around.
What is in that path you’ve hewn?
Destruction, chaos and tears?
Or has it somehow morphed into something else?
Because if it was destruction, chaos and tears as you passed through it the first time, why would it EVER…change?
A: It won't.
You’ve only augmented it.
May wanna build plenty of milestones into this path you now walk.
May wanna think about that for a bit as to what you want your legacy to be, as it applies to an existing legacy that is still in progress, nested within a legacy in progress.
Liz does have a daughter.
<grrrrrrrrr>
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these people have?
A: ∞... --- ...
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these family, friends and acquaintances have?
A: ... --- ...∞
Q: Does any of that matter?
A: ∞... --- ...∞
^Cocteau Twins – Donimo^
Yes…I realize that I am no different by writing about this here. I’m willing to accept that responsibility and accountability irrespective as to any outside opinions and musings as to the level of my culpability. I’ll put it at 100% for you to save you some time and trouble.
But I have song lists that are rife with Cocteau Twins songs…
You are following threads that are already connected.
And if they AREN’T connected, and you connect them…
Q: Who disconnected those “loose ends” that you are now reconnecting?
A: ...
You may not, but I have some ideas as to who disconnected them.
But maybe…just maybe…your “Siren’s Song” analogy…might start to make some sense as to my thinking who is responsible for tending the thread and threads.
Gonna be some multi-threading there.
Just sayin’.
^Cocteau Twins Alice HD^
Bottom line is, don’t tell a story that does not want to be told.
You feel it needs telling?
Fair enough.
Just remember that the telling of the story is a process.
Prolly why that dude over at Horselover Phat’s Subliminal-Synchro-Sphere keeps freaking the fuck out and deleting his blog.
This is some scary shit.
I’ve committed myself to going the distance.
All the way.
That is applicable, to, and for, me, and only me.
^Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (album ver. Video)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Alice | Pogo^
SO!!! Let’s get back to something less scary. Like say…particle accelerators and/or energy generators that continue running, even when they are turned off.
Q: DUDE!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?
A: Since when is fucking not serious?
But yes…I am serious. All a particle accelerator is…is a dam that works differently visually. Not even taking into account, the normal atrophy and decay the permeates our environment, I’m calculating that these machines themselves both accelerate and decelerate these natural processes in ways that cannot be accounted for because we’ve never encountered them. That’s not to say that they’ve not been encountered in The Universe before, nor even that they’ve not been encountered on this very planet before. Just…situations that we’ve not encountered before.
There is nothing new. It’s just new to you.
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^
My father used to fly model airplanes. U-Control or Control Line…they are called…this particular flavor of model planes that he flew.
Yep…they are “regular” combustion engines, but they only have a single cylinder/piston. These engines are very similar to the engines primarily used in small general aviation aircraft in that they use dual glow plugs. Just don’t use magnetos, and only have one cylinder…but I digress.
And yep, when you first start these engines, they can sometimes run backwards. The size and weight of the propeller can affect this, based on the compression of the engine – is the engine already warm or is it cold, and did the prop’s initial spin have enough inertia to continue it forward past full compression at top dead centre? If it doesn’t…that inertia will push the prop in the opposite direction, and sometimes the engine will fire backwards.
Yep…the rules sometimes change, even when they stay the same.
^front 242, rerun time^
When you start to cover your bases, you’ve done little more than create an addition level of failure at the original point and points of failure. It doesn’t matter whether or not your lightning rod is designed to attract or repel, the state still exists that started attracting lightning in the first place. An aerial tower or high-rise building…for example.
Am I suggesting that every single new technology and/or device has already been created at some point on this planet? No. There was only one Steve Jobs, therefore there has only ever been one iPhone. Or seven. Or whatever in the fuck iteration they are currently up to.
Q: What are you up to?
A: ?¿?
That ought to bring us to tobacco control quite nicely.
CFrank Davis has a nifty little bit on the differences in garden tending techniques and methods employed on the same garden by two different tenders. It’s a mind-bendingly beautiful story in both instances. One tender cuts, one tender does not.
Lots to think about there.
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^Nitzer Ebb – Hold On^
Hey…you fucks wanna cut down “the rain forest”? Knock your fucking selves out. Just don’t expect me to be enthusiastic about visiting the hole it creates. Of course, you’ll all be tripping balls on synthetic Ayahuasca, talking about the good ol’ days of “REAL” Ayahuasca trips to the rain forest to take Ayahuasca trips with the shamen and holy-men, who used to be around to provide that service prior to the forest being decimated.
SAY! Did you know that the shaman who led me on my first Ayahuasca trip now works at that newest McDonald’s we just built down there?
We’ve gotten kinda down on ourselves in “The Western World”, eh?
Q: I wonder how bad the rebound will be when we start telling ourselves that we can do better/we can do it better?
A: ¿?¿
^Engine fail crash landing Super Bingo – cockpit view!^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau twins “Ooze Out and Away, Onehow”^
So yeah…our engine on our model airplane is now running backwards.
Q: How do we stop it?
A: !!!!????!!!!
Welp…how did the little boy stop the leaking dyke in that one story?
Yep…stick your finger in there. These things usually have no throttle that you can actuate to cause the engine to starve, will run as long as there is fuel to run them, and if you use some metal or hardened something to try and stop the engine, you are going to likely dent, ding, chip or even possibly break your propeller.
All of those situations are about equal in that we don’t fly an aircraft with a mauled or marked propeller, because once that propeller is under full load and/or the dynamic stresses encountered in flight…it’s prolly gonna fail completely. Yeah…as in “turn into matchsticks at speed, post haste, in-flight. Hence, many times my dad would use the same finger to stop this running engine, that he had just used to try and start it. It resulted in some NASTY-assed cuts sometimes.
The best course, in the case of starting these engines, is to put just enough fuel for the engine to fire/start, but leave the fuel line disconnected. Once the engine fires in the correct direction, quickly connect the fuel line. However, this is also not without peril. The engine and fuel line placement/aircraft design must be as such that you can connect/disconnect the fuel line AT THE ENGINE END.
Or, you can disconnect at the tank end (if you have built the aircraft to accommodate this feature, assuming that you have a hidden tank or exposed tank…where are the leads, etc.), but you must now have a long enough fuel line, and you typically need an assistant to help with this operation (not many people willing to volunteer to put their digits near an engine that is swinging 8-14 inches of a wood or plastic propeller at several thousand RPMs) which means that you will always require an assistant with this particular plane because of it’s design features.
But yeah…thinking about it now…there are all kinds of ways to eventually overcome things you may not have thought about originally.
Afterall, what was the original intent?
Prolly a simple one.
To fly.
^TAKE ME WITH YOU – Elizabeth FRASER^
Q: How can you tell if an engine is running backwards?
A: Experience?
Welp, in this case, sound is a biggie that is confirmed by sight. Some aircraft can fly backwards. But only if they are designed to do so. If you are unsure, set the needle on the engine, turn the airplane loose, and see which way it goes. Just keep in mind that if the engine ISrunning backwards when you turn it loose? That airplane’s behavior is about to get all kinds of interesting real fucking quick. Make sure you have a video camera handy to record so that we can watch the hijinks too.
SAY!!! That reminds me.
Did you know that most aerobatic aircraft are designed to have an aft center of gravity? This makes them unstable. This makes them more adept to aerobatics and aerobatic maneuvers.
^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^
If someone employed you, to tell their story, then fair enough.
But if not…keep in mind the story of the filmmaker John Hughes, and what he may have thought of those who tried to reach out to him, by telling their story about his stories, and what they meant to them.
I watched this documentary…and I got the feeling that he just wanted to be left alone.
^Don’t You Forget About Me – Official Teaser – John Hughes Documentary^
To say that musicians and/or artists have nested and embedded meaning(s) in their work is akin to saying that water is wet. No shit Sherlock…it’s what we do. But a question about that wet water just mentioned…
Q: Pool or ocean? Or lake? Or river? Or tub? Or shower? Do you want some company in there?
A: ???
Hey…it never hurts to ask. Maybe you needed a good back scrubbing. Maybe you needed someone to scrub your feet for you and clean your toenails. Maybe you need someone to help you onto your floating couch. Maybe you needed someone to accompany you on your journey down-river. I don’t know. Just guessing.
^Nitzer Ebb – Trigger happy^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Grouplove – “Ways to Go” [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]^
But yeah, musicians nest all kinds of crazy crap in their music, lyrics and artwork(s) that tend to accompany them. We’re trying to find a way to say what you said, better. If I wanted to repeat what you said, exactly as you said it, I’d shove a microphone in your face, sample what you said, and set the loop to ∞. But I don’t need that. That’s the reason I wrote this song in the first place. That loop is already looping in my head. It’s like a piece of granite or marble in my head, that I am trying to mold and shape into something else. Something less painful. A way of saying
“It’s OK, and if it’s not OK now, it will be soon.”
A way of saying…
“Yeah…that hurt. But look at what I was able to do with that hurt.”
I’m not apologizing FOR you…I’m apologizing TO you. Whatever my role, I’m sorry for my part. But that is my part, and it’s the only part that I have. The rest is up to you, and I really don’t give a flying fuck what you do with it from there. I did the best I could, with what I had to work with, if you don’t like it…
FUCK THE FUCK OFF!!!
^Fever Ray ‘Keep The Streets Empty For Me’^
Am I suggesting that some of these machines may not be running in the direction(s) they should be running and/or as designed to run?
Yes. Very much so. At many different times, in many different phases of operation. Startup to shutdown, and from inception to completion, in all phases, at all times, for a very long time. I don’t see this as a stretch at all. You only need to look at virtually any and every human endeavor over the last 8,000-10,000 years or so to see the remnants of those efforts.
Look into our water-tables, and you will find lint from clothing or all types from all places due to the manufacturing and upkeep of the garment industries. I wonder how long that shit is gonna be around? Maybe we should ask the fish and sealife/aquatic life that are knitting sweaters out of this shit.
^Fever Ray ‘When I Grow Up’^
I was under the impression that many of these projects were meant to offer some unlimited sources for those of us here, and those to come, via those that have been. Doesn’t work real well when you are constantly excluding those same people, just so that you can include them via your own methods and means, that better suit your own set of methods and means. You are gonna die someday. And maybe that’s yet another reason for death.
If you live long enough, you’re eventually gonna want it all. Not that you don’t want it all already. But if your wants and desires to have it all are based on the need to better distribute things as you personally see fit…how are you going to do that with “all” if you can’t even do that with “some”?
Plus…at some point, you are prolly gonna bump into the motherfucker that has already walked that path, and they prolly ain’t gonna be too happy to see you fucking with their shit. Or, maybe they were just being clever about how to arrange a face to face meeting since you’ve ignored their previous requests.
^The Knife – You Make Me Like Charity (Crywolf Remix)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau Twins – Grail Overfloweth^
YEAH!! I’M SAYING THAT YOUR EXCLUSIVE BULLSHIT OFFERS ME NOTHING!!!
Thanks.
So glad you could get there first.
Maybe it works out best for us both that way.
Thanks for nothing.
Tis' now...11:53.
I have to go search for an electrical extension cord.
Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e – the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137 and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see 😉
On Monday evening, I spent a pleasant couple of hours in BlueFrank’sSmoky-Drinky, talking to chums I’d only ever written to before.
On Tuesday afternoon I was unexpectedly asked what ‘symposium’ is by a girl in the office – her boss had been invited to one and didn’t know what it entailed, so I told her… and then I decided to look it up…
symposium (n.) 1580s, “account of a gathering or party,” from Latin symposium“drinking party, symposium,” from Greek symposion“drinking party, convivial gathering of the educated” (related to sympotes“drinking companion”), from assimilated form of syn-“together” (see syn-) + posis“a drinking,” from a stem of Aeolic ponen“to drink,” from PIE root *po(i)-“to drink.”
The symposium usually followed a dinner, for the Greeks did not drink at meals. Its enjoyment was heightened by intellectual or agreeable conversation, by the introduction of music or dancers, and by other amusements. [Century Dictionary]
The sense of “a meeting on some subject” is from 1784. Reflecting the Greek fondness for mixing wine and intellectual discussion, the modern sense is especially from the word being used as a title for one of Plato’s dialogues. Greek plural is symposia, and the leader of one is a symposiarch (c. 1600 in English). Related: Symposiac (adj.); symposial.
*/squints…*
I also met Red Frank’sbrother yesterday afternoon. We work in the Tower on different floors, and until now our paths had not crossed, but were thrown together for a meeting. I took the minutes and then gave him a signed copy of The Underdog Anthology 2 to pass along…
*Okay! …/huffs… I get back to writing my submission for Anthology 3… /lights up… But for your info, Clicky, I did actually write some more of it today… /puffs…*
I’d better go for now, Dear Reader, I still have ironing to do, but I will leave you with my good friend, Legs’ post from last night…
This is going to be a post that requires you to employ your own ‘Clicky’, Dear Reader… It starts with a word…
wolf (n.) Old English wulf“wolf, wolfish person, devil,” from Proto-Germanic *wulfaz (source also of Old Saxon wulf, Old Norse ulfr, Old Frisian, Dutch, Old High German, German wolf, Gothic wulfs), from PIE root *wlkwo-“wolf” (source also of Sanskrit vrkas, Avestan vehrka-; Albanian ul’k; Old Church Slavonic vluku; Russian volcica; Lithuanian vilkas“wolf;” Old Persian Varkana-“Hyrcania,” district southeast of the Caspian Sea, literally “wolf-land;” probably also Greek lykos, Latin lupus).
This manne can litle skyl … to saue himself harmlesse from the perilous accidentes of this world, keping ye wulf from the doore (as they cal it). [“The Institution of a Gentleman,” 1555]
Probably extinct in England from the end of the 15th century; in Scotland from the early 18th. Wolves as a symbol of lust are ancient, such as Roman slang lupa “whore,” literally “she-wolf” (preserved in Spanish loba, Italian lupa, French louve). The equation of “wolf” and “prostitute, sexually voracious female” persisted into 12c., but by Elizabethan times wolves had become primarily symbolic of male lust. The specific use of wolf for “sexually aggressive male” first recorded 1847; wolf-whistle attested by 1945, American English, at first associated with sailors. The image of a wolf in sheep’s skin is attested from c. 1400. See here for a discussion of “wolf” in Indo-European history. The wolf-spider so called for prowling and leaping on its prey rather than waiting in a web.
…Last night I posted about a certain ‘wolf‘ on MEROVEE…
Some background: last July, the Red Granite Hollywood production company was accused by the DOJ of using $100 million that prosecutors said had been diverted from the 1MDB fund to finance DiCaprio’s 2013 film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” Last October, DiCaprio said he was cooperating with the probe and would return any gifts or donations if they were found to have come from questionable sources.
…So I was interested to read today that grocery stocks are crashing in the US and Europe…
Whole Foods stock was halted for ‘news pending’… and now we have the answer – Amazon to acquire Whole Foods Market for $42/share in an all-cash transaction valued at ~$13.7b, including Whole Foods Market’s net debt.
In the 1980s, the totalitarian fear was that some overenthusiastic government agent would go to the library and pull your library card to see if you were reading seditious texts.
Seems a bit quaint now, doesn’t it?
It didn’t at the time.
Of course, the East German Stasi went to those lengths to spy on its citizens, but there was never any real danger of it happening in the US.
Fast forward to today.
Facebook knows who your friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances are. It knows what you look like, and what your friends and family look like. It knows what TV shows you watch, what music you listen to, and in all likelihood, your political activities.
Amazon is today’s library card—it knows every book you’ve ever ordered, along with more pedestrian purchases like vitamin supplements.
Netflix is a database of pretty much every TV show and movie you’ve ever watched.
Google has a repository of every Internet search made by every American citizen.
F, A, N, G. What does that spell?
Those four stocks have outperformed over just about any timespan.
Does anyone else find it more than a coincidence that they are also potentially the biggest threat to online privacy?
Like I said, that library card thing seems a bit quaint.
Also last night, I read Part 5 of a series at The Secret Sun, that seemingly started with a drowning in Wolf River Harbour…
I first began to follow this story when I heard about the drowning death of Jeff Buckley. I’m not sure why but the first thought that came into my head was that it had something to do with Elizabeth Fraser.
I had no idea that all of this had been prophesied for years and years before, in ways that actually give me chills.
That’s a lot of ‘Clicking’ and reading for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll finish up with a snapshot of Red Frank’s MEROVEE post…
… And a drawing I created to depict the process of construction logistics for my boss’s book, for the layman (‘Sun’ reader) to understand, showing how employing a logistician on a construction project ensures your mega costly building is achieved on time and budget… And the client at the top who Doo’s knot…
… Alas he didn’t use it…
*Clicky! …/rolls eyes… That Song! …/huffs…*
Enough of this shambles, Dear Reader… Have another…
Library of Libraries 