Having a fascination with ‘signs’ and ‘syncs‘, I was interested to see, just how far the UK had “sunk”, so I clicked and started to read…
‘ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards proved he’s still got plenty of puff left — after being given permission to smoke on stage.
‘The 74-year-old rocker was seen having a crafty cigarette during the band’s show in London this week — aptly called their No Filter tour.
‘He was cheered by the crowd of 70,000 at The London Stadium in Stratford as he lit up, flouting the strict no smoking rule.’
*/thinks and smokes… 70,000 people applauding the lighting of a cigarette, against the rules? In a stadium, Clicky, some believe hosted a magikal ceremony… /smokes and thinks… I wonder if the magik was intended as a one-off thing, or if the potential lingers longer than anticipated?*
*Butt then aren’t we all born a bit slippy, Clicky? …/blows smoke rings…*
The next bit of the article I found particularly interesting, Dear Reader – the Local Authority expounds on the issue…
‘But Newham Council said it would not be taking any action because smoking was part of the act. ‘Smoking on stage is permitted “where the artistic integrity of a performance makes it appropriate for a person to smoke”, therefore no action will be taken,’ it added.’
*As You Like it… /final drag… Underworld may have directed the music but Shake Sphere’s Tempest formed the basis of that magikal ceremony in 2012, Clicky… /fills air with smoke… And he’s still going…*
*Smoking is an art, Clicky… /stubs butt… Sonnet 6+6+6… Ya Ken?*
Time for a Song, Dear Reader. Enjoy rest rest of Whitsun ❤
*Really, Clicky? I’d have had money on you going with a Stones Song…*
… In hopes to avoid it, and prompted by Thing 2, I caught up on some movies he’d seen but that I had neglected to watch. During a rambling kitchen conversation on Friday evening, whilst he toasted and I buttered bagels, Kit Kat gave me a list of three to see, starting with…
*Thaw… /lights up… Blue Frank… /drags… has an interesting post up on his ‘Ice Age Theory’ today, Clicky… /streams smoke… Oh that’s reminds me, I got Iceland in the World Cup Sweepstake at work… /rolls eyes…*
I enjoyed watching Thor, so proceeded to watch his next suggestion, ‘Spiderman Homecoming’, and was surprised to see that Michael Keaton was in it…
‘c. 1300, “miracle,” also “wonderful story or legend,” from Old French merveille “a wonder, surprise, miracle,” from Vulgar Latin *miribilia (also source of Spanish maravilla, Portuguese maravilha, Italian maraviglia), altered from Latin mirabilia “wonderful things,” from neuter plural of mirabilis“wonderful, marvelous, extraordinary; strange, singular,” from mirari “to wonder at,” from mirus“wonderful” (see smile). A neuter plural treated in Vulgar Latin as a feminine singular. Related: Marvels.’
… Sew his last recommendation turned out to be particularly ‘synchy’…
*/flicks ash… Who’d have thought that I’d finally succumb …/drags… and watch the one fucking film I’d been avoiding on Malcolm X Day, Clicky! …/snorts smoke…*
My good friend Cade, the Okie Devil from Textus, sent through a new missive for us last night, Dear Reader. But first… some sad news: smoking internet pal, Nik Nak…
… died yesterday. The news of his passing broke in the Blue universe today via Frank. More tender words and remembrances of our stalwart friend can be found via Leggy, Bucko and Grandad…
*/lights up… hope Dear Reader goes and read the comments too, Clicky… /drags… He will be missed… /smokes… I expect Smoky Drinky’ll be heaving tonight…*
Ripley: Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?
Apone: I don’t know, is there anything you can do?
Movie = Aliens
^The Beatles – Paperback Writer^
So...where do I start?
Craigslist is infested with data/information leeches and scammers, newspapers are going to require me to subscribe and/or pay. I don’t trust Monster nor Dice since they’ve gone through so many acquisitions that I don’t even know who they are anymore, so…where do I start?
Let’s take a step backwards, start from the beginning, and find out what I can do.
I know how to operate a cash register and have worked at jobs handling cash.
I know logistics and have warehouse experience.
I know how to fuel airplanes.
I know customer support, have done help desk, desktop support and phone support.
I know technical writing.
I know software development and programming…
but I haven't done it in forever.
I’m gonna stop there, because what I really need is an old copy of my resume, and I currently have no way of getting to it since it’s sitting on the hard drive of a computer that doesn’t work anymore. Hell, it may be gone forever if the hard drive doesn’t work.
They don’t want me to respond via Craigslist? Seems shady, but $16-$32 a day to read books? I could likely read 2-4 books a day quite easily. But then I have to write a review and, since I’m being paid, that means that I’ll be gleaning the turds for peanuts in order to find something remotely palatable to write about. I mean, they are going to want positive reviews, kind words, shit that sells books: no one wants a paid reviewer shitting atop their shit pile. That would be an ex-cess-ively shitty mess.
This appears to be another non-paying gig, and I’m going to have to spend untold hours playing a game that might suck-ass. Then I’ve got to review it. But what if the game is good, but I’m terrible at it? Would that make for a good review?
Suddenly…I feel like the character from the movie “What Women Want”. I’m wearing pantyhose lined with panty-liners and/or maxi-pads around the house, all day, just to make $30.
…she says. Since when is there even a line between the home and the workplace? Go to your bathroom, take a gander around, and you are likely to see more logos and advertisements than you would see on a 15 minute drive in an urban area, even if the radio is on.
Go to your kitchen. Take a gander at your appliances. Open the fridge. Open the pantry. Advertisements and advertising have LONG invaded the home via more than just television and radio. So I would argue that “staying fresh in the workplace” really isn’t that difficult. Not to mention that “keeping up” is just more advertising for more revenue streams. Certifications aren’t free, nor is the process of getting them.
Let's abandon this ship.
It’s long since sailed.
^TOTAL IDIOTS AT WORK^
Let's go with recent experience to start...
Recent Experience: Thinking. Writing. More thinking. Blabbing nonsense on Twitter with a few friends.
And yep...more thinking.
That shit don’t pay, so let’s stop dilly-dallying, crank up MS Paint, and start making some attempts at…
SoPi-H
Q: Can magnetics be used to focus?
A: Ever heard of a compass?
Simple.
NO!
I mean within the mind.
Within the body.
Q: What tools do we have available to us in order to better navigate our daily challenges better?
A: Time. Can't do jack shit without the time to do it in.
Birds seem to know where to go, how long to stay there, when to go somewhere else, and where to go. So let’s stretch that out a bit. Let’s stretch it out say…over the course of a spring/summer/fall.
Spring is coming. You are a bird that migrates up north as the weather warms. However, back at the place you just left – unbeknownst to you – some contractor just started a new project to build town homes over the next 6-8 months. When August/September rolls around, and you begin your journey all the way back to your wintering grounds, you’ve no idea that when you get there, your home is going to be gone.
Fucking squatters.
^Missy Elliott – Work It (Official Video)^
SO!!! How do we navigate our own minds within and without? Visualization sometimes helps. But most of the more modern tools are too linear, and most of the old “mysteries” kinds of things are too static or vague. I need something more fluid. Less rigid, but solid.
Solid like air. Solid like water.
Everything is contextual with fluids. Go fast enough? Air will burn you like a charcoal briquette, and water will break every bone in your body. And yet… a breeze at the right time is like a cuddle from the sweetest of lovers, and a splash of water at the right time can cool and refresh. I’m not trying to invent a steering wheel for the soul; there are PLENTY of fucks willing to tell you what to do with that thing.
Nope, this is more about how spirit and mind get us through the things we encounter. We like to think that almost everything is either positive or negative; good or bad; right or wrong; correct or incorrect; but it’s all those things. Hence, I think we spend most of our time in a state of indifference.
We don’t like to think of ourselves as indifferent because it seems too wishy-washy. And yet…
decisions, decisions, decisions.
So yeah, indifference…we hang out there a lotmethinks. Our secret lover.
^Work For Love – Ministry^
SoPi-H – Iteration 01
SoPi-H – Iteration 02
SoPi-H – Iteration 03
SoPi-H – Iteration 04
SoPi-H – Iteration 05a
SoPi-H – Iteration 05b
SoPi-H – Iteration 06a
SoPi-H – Iteration 06b
So yeah… SoPi-H. That’s it. That’s them. That’s…what it is…what they are…
whatever.
^Fifth Harmony – Work from Home ft. Ty Dolla $ign^
Drawing this shit from the hip, and not trying to be so goddamn perfect, sometimes aptly displays why I’m not always “all about shit lining up perfectly” or according to some rigid set(s) of specifics. As the perspective changes, so does the outlook on “what lines up…and what don’t”.
EX: SoPi-H_03 doesn’t look so bad. However, when you turn it 90° to make SoPi-H_04? Yeah…the wonkyness is MUCH more apparent.
The personification of indifference with respect to decision making.
The “defect” was always there, you just had to approach from the correct angle/perspective in order to see it. It looked great here, but not so much later. So if you’ve attached your anchor to a certain principle, what happens when you take a look at that principle from another angle?
Q: Are you locked in?
A: !!!
It’s like finding a defect in clothing after you already purchased it, removed all the tags, you wear it for the first time, and you or someone else notices something about the garment later. I mean the fucking thing looked just fine on the rack.
FUCK!!!
How in the HELL does something like this get past quality control at the place that manufactured it? Why would a retailer not check their own stock for defects prior to making it available for sell?
*Ah cool image, Clicky… /pat snout… Actually my hair hasn’t looked like that once this week… /lights up…*
Dear Reader, I have been on holiday these last couple of days, and have finally managed to write my short story about a hedge riding hag…
*I am pretty happy with the result, Clicky…/puffs…*
…and have submitted it to Leggy for inclusion in the upcoming ‘Underdog Anthology V‘. The story is called ‘Nine Lives’…
*I’ve still got time to mutilate a poem for the Afterword before I go back to work, Clicky… /drags… If I can find the right one… /billows smoke…*
I was also able to spend some time yesterday in the Blue universe. Frank Davis had been snooping around New York, after reading about the proposed bill to stop people from smoking whilst walking the streets of that fair city…
*They’re fucking unbelievable! …/flicks ash… First you can’t smoke inside, and now the utopian dreamers are trying to dictate where and how you can smoke outside… /deep drag… Nasty Not-sees indeed… /sighs…*
He was looking at street signs there and came across one that had him perplexed…
‘Just a few yards away was another really weird sign. I think it was some sort of aphorism. But I couldn’t make out what it said, because it seemed to be written in bleeding, dripping letters that said something like Afraid And Dead. I guess that if you were crossing 2nd Avenue and you stopped to try to figure out what the scary sign meant, you’d find out when you got hit by a truck.’
It puzzled me, too; however, the photo Frank included was somewhat fuzzy, so I sent Clicky off for a closer inspection…
*Much better but it still looks like worshipers or sumfin’ to me, Clicky… /drags deeply… In sinister black… /snorts smoke…*
… and find an answer.
*Those are hands!*
*/reads slowly… School For Deaf …/squints… Dept of Transport… /final drag… Oh! The yellow buses! It’s a bus stop sign, Clicky! … /streams smoke…*
*Alright, don’t take the piss… /stubs butt… Well done you, though, on working it out… There’s a good assistant… /pats snout…*
It was a sign for deaf school children, Dear Reader…
A tweet caught my attention this morning, Dear Reader…
I’m not that keen on the VEG(etari)AN movement. I don’t trust it’s zealotry and I certainly don’t trust it’s sponsors…
…Butt, as I’d mentioned last weekend, The Secret Sun site has been busy cataloging the current de-luge of Vega/Vegas/Vegan media messaging…
*That’s a concise little video, Clicky… /lights up… Thanks for pulling it out… /drags… I’d only heard of Jeff Buckley for the first time in the Blue universe… *
…I was intrigued to what they were up to now, so I decided to go and have a look at the “so sad and utterly depressing” article for myself…
*/smirks… I doo like to catch a Roobee reference, Click… /snorts smoke…*
‘My current favourite dinner item is Iceland’s hash brown fries (seriously, try them), dipped in mayo (I never said I was classy).
‘Now, I’ve got two ride or die vegan mayos – Plamil’s garlic mayo, and Vegenaise (only if it’s on offer, because it’s hella expensive) but my eye wandered today when I discovered that there’s a new mayo in town.
‘And it’s made from waste water from the hummus industry.
‘Yup, Rubies in the Rubble mayo is made using aquafaba – the water drained from tins of chickpeas and other legumes. It translates from Latin as ‘bean water’.’
*Mmm… I like hummus, Clicky… /taps ash… And I like mayo… /puffs… especially with ham… /smacks lips…*
*/deep drag… Way to kill the messenger eh, Clicky? …/fiddles with lighter… *
… I confess, Dear Reader, when I read ‘chickpea’ in the article, Cicero sprang to mind…
‘Cicero’s cognomen, or personal surname, comes from the Latin for chickpea, cicer. Plutarch explains that the name was originally given to one of Cicero’s ancestors who had a cleft in the tip of his nose resembling a chickpea. However, it is more likely that Cicero’s ancestors prospered through the cultivation and sale of chickpeas. Romans often chose down-to-earth personal surnames. The famous family names of Fabius, Lentulus, and Piso come from the Latin names of beans, lentils, and peas, respectively.’
… Roman Beans, Lentils and Peas, all vegan staples, but what is ‘aquafaba’? Back to the offending article…
”Of course, using aquafaba to make mayo isn’t new – the aforementioned vegan mayos use aquafaba from soy beans – but Rubies’ aquafaba is a byproduct of the hummus industry.
‘‘We were inspired to get back into the kitchen after we saw a vegan foodie blogger was making gorgeous looking meringue with aquafaba, saying it performed just like egg whites,’ says Rubies co-founder, Jenny Costa.’
*You just had to bring it back to physics, Clicky… /rolls eyes… *
*Yeah… /pats snout… I don’t understand it either… /final drag… Shall we wrap this one up?*
*What?… /stubs butt…*
*Oh fuck! Well that’s even more of a reason for hummus producers to sell their been water to the vegans… Waste not, want knot…*
Apparently, we are in the midst of a great ‘Chickpea Crisis‘, Dear Reader…
*I know! Shh…*
‘The price of popular brand Me Too! has gone up by 12p for a 250g pot and 19p for a 500g pot. But the makers say the price rises have been down to the supermarkets.’
Whoa! Brand #metoo is getting kinda pricey. I think we need a Song 😉
‘The idiom the straw that broke the camel’s back, alluding to the proverb “it is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back”, describes the seemingly minor or routine action which causes an unpredictably large and sudden reaction, because of the cumulative effect of small actions.’
Lots to cover in this Sat ‘ere day post, Dear Reader. First, let’s start with a ridiculous ‘camel’ item of news that crossed my twitter feed yesterday…
‘A camel beauty contest in Saudi Arabia has been rocked by scandal after 12 ships of the desert were disqualified because their owners had used Botox on them.
‘Prize money for the Miss Camel contest runs into millions of pounds, making the temptation to cheat irresistible for some.’
*A camel walk instead of cat-walk eh, Clicky? …/lights up…*
‘Competitors in the beauty contest are rated on, amongst other things, the size of their lips and cheeks, which is where the illicit use of Botox comes in.’
Generally botox, a highly toxic substance, is known for being used cosmetically to remove wrinkles in the upper third of the face. But wrinkles around the mouth? Well, that leads me onto the ridiculous ‘straw’ item of news that I saw yesterday, Dear Reader. Time for a ‘selfie’, this taken in the Blue universe of Frank Davis and his post ‘Obsession‘…
So let me get this straight: waiting staff, the very people smokers were thrown out onto the street to ‘save’, can now be fined $1,000 and/or jailed for providing customers with an unsolicited plastic straw…
*/deep drag… Hmm… Desert ships and an angry octopus, Clicky? …/thinks… Octo-pussy? …/*
*Ha! /streams smoke… Bonded… /taps ASH… The baddie crashes the plane… /sucks on cig…*
Funnily enough, following the last LoL post, Cade has did indeed written a music review, and one of the albums both he and his son, Poncho, reviewed was Lunar Womb by The Obsessed…
*/cough… It’s not my kind of music I’m afraid, Clicky, but I’ll accept Poncho’s word that “If Black Sabbath fucked Black Flag’s attitude after smoking a fat ass J, you have this album”… /continues puffing… Fascinating reading though…*
I also rewatched The Zero Theorem last night, Dear Reader. Cade watched it as well as he’d never seen it. He wasn’t around on MEROVEE in March 2014, when just posting the trailer for the film turned the Red universe of Frank and commentators upside down…
“neutral particle smaller than a neutron,” 1934, from Italian neutrino, coined 1933 by Italian physicist Enrico Fermi from neutro“neuter” (see neuter (adj.)) + -ino, diminutive suffix.
neuter (adj.)
late 14c., of grammatical gender, “neither masculine nor feminine,” from Latin neuter“of the neuter gender,” literally “neither one nor the other,” from ne-“not, no” (from PIE root *ne-“not”) + uter“either (of two)” (see whether). Probably a loan-translation of Greek oudeteros“neither, neuter.” In 16c., it had the sense of “taking neither side, neutral.”
neuter (v.)
1903, from neuter (adj.). Originally in reference to pet cats. Related: Neutered; neutering.
*Another straw, Clicky? Or Catty Newman…/smirks… the culture of ‘zero tolerance’ is inherently weak… /final drag… it has never learnt to tolerate… /shrugs…*
And speaking of neutral, I spotted a familiar face, topped with straw coloured hair on a bus in the film. I hadn’t spotted before, and it synced with another news story I read yesterday that involved a Swiss church. In the film, Qohen lives in an fire damaged church…
‘Scientists in the Swiss city of Basel have solved a decades-old mystery over the identity of a mummified woman.
‘Their research revealed a surprise: the woman is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother of UK Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson.
‘The body was uncovered in 1975 while renovations were being done on Basel’s Barfüsser Church.’
*And another camel, Clicky …/stubs butt…*
‘Now the scientists and the historians were sure: the mummy was none other than Anna Catharina Bischoff. Born in Basel in 1719, she died there in 1787.
‘Once her identity had been established, genealogists were able – with the help of the efficient records of births, marriages, and deaths which tend to be kept by the wealthier classes – to trace more of Anna Catharina’s descendants.
‘She had seven children. Only two survived childhood, but one daughter, also Anna, married a certain Christian Hubert Baron Pfeffel von Kriegelstein. Five generations of von Pfeffels later, and we find Marie Luise von Pfeffel marrying one Stanley Fred Williams.
‘Their daughter Yvonne married Osman Wilfred Johnson Kemal… and their son, Stanley Johnson, is British Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson’s father.’
Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader ❤ … And have a Song… 😉
*No, Clicky…/drags… Lovely as the animation is… /blows smoke… I was thinking about the memo… the one about all the collusion… /puffs… Honestly! Could only ‘appen under Trump! …/taps ASH…*
*Oh course! Elephants have phenomenal memories, Clicky… /pats snout…*
early 15c., from Latin memorandum“(thing) to be remembered,” neuter singular of memorandus“worthy of remembrance, noteworthy,” gerundive of memorare“to call to mind,” from memor “mindful of” (see memory). Originally a word written at the top of a note, by 1540s it came to stand for the note itself. The Latin plural is memoranda. Compare also agenda.
…Coupled with the trailer of a movie I saw earlier on Twitter. To be released this summer, a prequel sequel in the story of Donna and Sophie…
*Frank? Witch one? RedandBlue? …/grins… And John the letter writer. Knot to mention Clarence from Clare that’s so Shining, Clicky… /drags…*
‘The three prisoners were serving sentences for bank robbery when they executed their escape plan using stolen spoons, dummy heads and a raincoat raft. Their exploits were turned into the 1979 movie “Escape from Alcatraz,” starring Clint Eastwood as Morris.
‘U.S. Marshal Michael Dyke, who inherited the unsolved case in 2003, told The Associated Press in 2012 that he didn’t know whether any members of the trio were still alive. But he had seen enough evidence to make him wonder.
‘That evidence included credible reports that the Anglins’ mother, for several years, received flowers delivered without a card, and that the brothers attended her 1973 funeraldisguised in women’s clothes despite a heavy FBI presence.’
Now, if you’ve been paying attention, Dear Reader, employing your ‘Clicky’ to full potential in navigating this shambles, the pics Cade ‘grabbed’, well, quite simply they blew my socks off…
Dear Reader, the latest missive from Cade, set out below, has been a tad difficult to format…
*’Use the new and improved editor’ WordPress says… Lose all your fucking formatting and music videos up to that point is the result… *
*Yep! The bastards! I had to start it all over again… /sigh… Go get a suitable Song to stick in the bottom, Clicky…*
*/splutters… For fuck’s sake… /guffaws… Oh Clicky, I’m pretty sure it’s not that Jack Jones’s quote… /wipes tear from eye…*
*******
This is the greeting you get.
If you don’t like it, feel free to fuck off.
But before you go, I’d like to point something out…
What I did there...do you see it?
This is the hook.
It’s catchy…you like it.
Oh…and…Howdy!
^BSOD / This Is Also The Hook [full version]^
If it’s easy to deceive, doesn’t it stand to reason, that it is also easy to be deceived? Sounds easy. I’m easy. But I’m not looking for a relationship right now, so let’s skip the fucking part, and we can just go our separate ways, and everyone is happy.
Nice knowin' ya.
There are two types of hooks…a hook “J”, and a ring “O”, but both are hooks. There can be all kinds of crazy iterations of those two, but let’s keep it on fishing.
A hook, “J”, can be somewhat easily added, and somewhat easily removed. However, once you have caught your fish, you are going to want to keep the “keeper” varieties of fishes, so you are going to need a stringer…”O”…a hook that cannot be removed.
I wonder if fishes that have been caught, then either escaped or were thrown back, ever really have that hook removed?
^Truss – Beacon^
We’ve not done this in a while…so…let’s do it…
RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!
From today’s featured article…
S-50 (Manhattan Project) – an electroplated steel corrosion-resistant fuel line. It was one of three technologies for uranium enrichment pursued by the Manhattan Project.
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Süleyman of Germiyan – the ruler of Germiyan an Anatolian beylik between 1363 and 1388.
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Malayalam Calendar – a solar and sidereal Hindu calendar used in Kerala, India. The origin of the calendar has been dated as 825 CE (Pothu Varsham) at Kollam.
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Oviraptor – a genus of small Mongolian theropod dinosaurs, first discovered by technician George Olsen in an expedition led by Roy Chapman Andrews, and first described by Henry Fairfield Osborn, in 1924.
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Law & Order: Special Victims Unit – an American police procedural, legal, crime drama television series set in New York City, where it is also primarily produced.
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Owens Cross Roads, Alabama – a town in Madison County, Alabama, United States, and is included in the Huntsville-Decatur Combined Statistical Area. It was incorporated in 1967.[3] As of the 2010 Census, the population of the town was 1,521.
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Varmint (album) – an album by American jazz vibraphonist Jason Adasiewicz, which was recorded in 2008 and released on Cuneiform. It was the second recording with his quintet Rolldown, featuring cornetist Josh Berman, saxophonist Aram Shelton, bassist Jason Roebke and drummer Frank Rosaly.
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NGC 7331 Group – a group of galaxies in the constellation Pegasus. spiral galaxy NGC 7331 is the brightest member of the group. This group is also called the Deer Lick Group,[1] and contains four other members; NGC 7335, NGC 7336, NGC 7337 and NGC 7340, affectionately referred to as the “fleas”.
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Chah-e Darmohammad Makam – a village in Dumak Rural District, in the Central District of Zahedan County, Sistan and Baluchestan Province, Iran. At the 2006 census, its existence was noted, but its population was not reported.
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Charlton Rauch House – a historic home located at Lexington, Lexington County, South Carolina. It was built in 1886, and is a 2 1/2- story, frame vernacular Queen Anne style house with an irregular plan and a gable roof.
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Lodi Crushers – a collegiate woodbat baseball team based in Lodi, California. They are charter members of the Great West League and play their home games at Tony Zupo Field in Lodi.
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Girolamo Tiraboschi – an Italian literary critic, the first historian of Italian literature.
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Pyrausta Omicronalis – a moth in the Crambidae family. It was described by Snellen in 1880. It is found on Sumatra.
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Craig Doyle (hurler) – an Irish hurler who plays as a full-forward for the Carlow senior team.
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Filipino Cuisine – is composed of the cuisines of 135 distinct ethno-linguistic tribes found within the Philippine archipelago, however, majority of mainstream Filipino dishes that compose Filipino cuisine are from the cuisines of the Bikol, Chabakano, Hiligaynon, Ilokano, Kapampangan, Meranaw, Pangasinan, Sebwano (or Bisaya), Tagalog, and Waray ethno-linguistic tribes.
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Sanjurge – a small rural village and former-civil parish in the municipality of Chaves, in the Portuguese district of Vila Real. In 2013, the parish located 6 kilometres (3.7 mi) from the centre of Chaves, was merged into the new parish of Santa Cruz-Trindade e Sanjurge, as part of the White Paper on local authority reform.
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Welp…there ya fucking go…a long overdue Random Wikipedia Attack. Hope you learned as much as I did. Oh, and sorry we haven’t done it in a while.
I miss doing it with you too.
I had no idea that such a thing as “hurling” existed as a sport, ‘cept for as it pertains to drinking. After a night of excessive Jim Beam – or too much beer + too much food – I could prolly sometimes compete with the best of hurlers, as hurling pertains to puking.
I thought that “tar” was “the killer” with respect to cigarettes? Has something changed? And if so, what changes that were changed, are likely to change further? I’ve no doubt that “the pro-smoking” brigade has many valid points, butt it always burns down down to one.
(pun intended)
That said, this “crusader” bullshit is a tough animal to tangle with. Its difficult to know how to get involved in something you feel passionately about. And if you get involved with something to protect people, all while smashing the fuck out of people… Erm, something does not compute.
This bullshit bickering from certain groups/interests has to boil down to sterility. Sterility meaning: method of delivery. Coffee/Caffeine and it’s delivery, is relatively clean, not to mention the dependence on water.
Or had you forgotten about that angle?
I don’t see a rush to reduce or remove caffeine from all coffee(s), which means that’s exactly what is on the agenda once nicotine has been better caged.
So yeah, delivery and delivery mechanisms. We want clean and sterile ones; clean and sterile removes variables, which allows for more efficient, accurate and dependable throughput. Methinks someone is missing something.
(pun intended)
^Jon Hopkins – Collider (Karenn Remix)^
Shipping is where the money is. Freight, transport – it doesn’t matter if you are downloading something from The Internet, getting something delivered via UPS that you bought off of The Internet, munching on a Snickers bar, or taking a breath, or even taking a shit…
It's all shipping.
Matter(s) and motion(s), in motion, intercepted and/or redirected for a time by someone or something, then passed on from there. Everything comes from somewhere, and everything goes somewhere.
This is the hook, it's catchy, you like it.
You get your ass in a car, or on a bus, or on a train, or in your wheelchair, or whatever…then you pedal your goofy ass to and fro…shipped from here, delivered to there. All while carrying loads of shit with you, up to, and including…yep…shit.
Clothes, air(s), food(s), water(s), memory/memories…all while piling more crap on and shrugging other crap off. It’s the nature of travel in nature I guess.
Passenger/Passengers.
All it takes, is for some clever motherfucker(s) to see this and these processes, recognize them for what they are, repackage them, and they can capitalize on it. Sounds…parasitic.
Or does it?
^Dj Randy – Deception^
LegIron has a MASSIVE new batch of bullshit up over at UBU…
What a fucking rip-off. There wasn’t ANYTHING there. Just a link to more bullshit elsewhere. I’m writing my congressman/congresswoman, to voice my rage, and then I’m starting a new group.
Meh...
I’m too lazy for all that nonsense. Let’s follow the rabbit trail a shade further…
Why…would anyone…who is in their right mind…take the time…to volunteer to answer random-assed questions…for free…on some website?
Don’t they have some robot that can do this shit? Aren’t there books someone can read? Plus, most of these questions are stupid anyway, so, why take the time?
A: The need unmet.
Any questions?
^Yello – Bubbling Under^
Is it possible for a “non-rhythm” to be rhythmic? If not, then any theories you might have about “alternate-universe(s)” and/or “alternate-realities” are going to have to go right out the fucking window. There are always spans within a span. Times to each and every purpose, as it were.
So back on hooks, a “J” will hook for a span, and an “O” will also hook for a span, but they both overlap.
Q1: What if you keep the fish, but don’t use a stringer after catching the fish?
A2: ?¿?
Q2: YEAH!!! What if you use a net instead of a hook to catch your fish?
A2: ¿?¿
Okay, so let’s take this step by step…the answer to the first question is “O” = your piehole instead of a stringer. Not to mention your eyes, nose, and ears, but let’s keep it to your mouth is an “O”, that will eventually snare the fish “more permanently”.
With that out of the way…the answer to the second question is substitute “I” for “J”. In this case, “I” = a needle. Just like a hook (“J”), which is nothing more than an bent needle (“I”), and needles are required to make a net. Needles are required to make up a net also.
Threads.
Enter “S”. String Theory, M-Theory, Quantum Mechanics, Theoretical Physics, Set Theory, Chaos Theory, and on and on…What could they POSSIBLY have to do with…fishing? My guess – and this is just going to be a guess – but, if nothing else, ”landing a big fish” might have something to do with it.
^Objekt – Cactus^
Not all “big fish” are as big as you might think tho. According to science, “The Universe” originally started with an infinitely small “everything” that was all wadded up and bubbling in a single point. With that in mind, thinking scientifically anyway, the biggest fish of all, would in fact, be the smallest.
Q: Perspective?
A: SAY...fucking...WHAT?!?!?!?
OK, I’ll grant you that…but think of this…
Q: Ever heard of a slingshot?
A: !!!
Yeah, I’ve had some ideas about “membranes” as it relates to proximities and contexts. The bubble of our atmosphere, the bubbles/concentrations of gas(es) within it, bubbles in water, bubbles in rock, bubbles in magma and lava…blah blah blah. But bubbles can, and do, warp.
That said, that’s not really where I was headed. Where I was headed, was needles. A point, at a point, within a point, that stretches the point…
Think of a bubble (a point).
Think of a grain of sand within that bubble (b point).
Think of that grain of sand, contacting the surface of the bubble from within (c point).
If we think of the bubble, as our Universe, and the grain of sand as a particle of matter trying to stretch the boundaries of that bubble/membrane, that leaves us with one question…
Q: What is outside of the bubble that allows this expansion to happen?
A: Maybe membranes are stimulated to expand/stimulate expansions in ways that we've not considered?
I’ve certainly not considered them. I mean, I have, but I’ve never talked about it. Why?Welp…lemme take it down a notch or two.
^Yello More (rockabilly mix)^
Why would something, as ridiculously small as a grain of sand, that’s pressed up against the outer limits of our Universe…NOT…have infinite mass? I mean, the weight and mass of the entire Universe is pressing against it…is it not?
The entire weight of our Universe, is pressing up against this grain of sand, and the grain of sand is pressing up against this membrane that is the outermost region of The Universe… So what is pressing back? Is anything pressing back? Or is our grain of sand being urged onward and outward by the entirety of existence.
Let’s say that there is an outer limit to which the grain of sand can go, but our grain of sand is going to go through some amazing changes before it eventually snaps back and returns. What happens?
I dunno, but I have some ideas.
^Yello – La Habanera^
K…so it’s 15:13 in the afternoon on January 22, and me and Roob have been talking a bit on Twitter. There have been a couple of things mentioned that have casually crossed paths with what I’ve been writing on/thinking about today. Now that I’ve started to think about how to address these “crossings”, I’ve gotten kinda lost in my thinking. Not about any of the bullshit, above, because crap like that is always floating around in my head. Relating it…
welp...that's a horse of a different color...isn't it?
No one reads this bullshit, so, why do I bother? Welp…I know that a couple of people do read this bullshit. Maybe not all the time, and that’s OK, but I know Roob reads it, and I read it. Prolly gonna be some that accuse me of being “Narcissus-like” as I peer into the me that is me via my writing, but there’s PLENTY of ugly on both the inside and outside that help me balance “shit-thinking” like that out. The “shit-thinking” being, others liberally gracing me with whatever labels are handy at the time.
Ironic that they don't take time into consideration when doing so.
^Arcade Fire – Everything Now^
If you label me as dirty and needing a shower at 9:00 pm in the evening, you may be right.
If you label me as dirty and needing a shower at 9:00 am in the morning, you may be right.
What's missing?
Welp, what additional requirements do you have for me?
Are you implying that I need to put on some cologne or deodorant?
Or are you implying that I need to take a shower?
Will a bath suffice?
Do I need to use soap?
What kind?
Do I need a shampoo, or can I just use the soap?
Do I need to also use conditioner, or is one of those shampoos with “built-in conditioner(s)” going to be OK?
Now that I’ve done all that for you…now what? Point being, I may be clean in the morning, but dirty in the evening. I may be dirty in the morning, but clean in the evening. When are we meeting, and what is it you want to do with me that I need to meet your inspection requirements at the time of said meeting? Or was that just a friendly “y0 dude!!! YOU STINK!!!” kind of thing? Ya know…like, you stink, just sayin’…chill on the overthinking.
lolz
Sry. Just trying to make the writing interesting. I realize that you’ve an investment in taking the time to read it, so, I take that into consideration when writing. I say “hi” when and where I can, and that’s kinda all I can do. Anything beyond that would seem…rude.
^New Order – Regret^
YES I WORRY ABOUT BEING RUDE IN MY WRITING!!! IS THAT OK WITH YOU, FUCKING DUNDERHEADS?!?!?!?
Jesus fucking CHRIST you assholes are impossible to please and/or appease.
😉
^Of Monsters and Men – Mountain Sound (Official Video)^
Lot’s of shit, that has no answers, gets dumped, and then it lays there until someone picks it up.
EX: Yesterday, on my own blog, I took the time to look up the lyrics to a song by The Smiths, and I found something that I’ve long searched for, but had forgotten that I ever even asked the question. The question was…
”what in the FUCK is he saying there towards the end of the song?!?!?!?”
I’m gonna stop right there, and just point out, that “The Domesday Book” was supposedly the first all encompassing census of the entire country. So, Newport Pagnell’s first mention being in this particular book, should really not be that big of a surprise. Synchronistically speaking anyway.
I’ve been listening to The Smiths since the late 1980’s, and prolly know the words to every Smiths song. However, that line from “Is It Really So Strange” has always eluded me. Knowing a bit about Morissey’s lyrical musings, I simply assumed it was something:
A) English, and
B) funny.
He can be quite sarcastic sounding, and even bitter or morose, but there is always an edge of humor to it. When Morrisey writes sad shit…you know it. Prolly why his humor stands out in the way that it does, even in, and amongst, sad shit.
^The Hollies The Air That I Breathe^
About 4 years ago or so, around this same time of year, January, I drove up to the store around midnight to buy me some snuff. It was VERY cold. The temperature was well below freezing, windy, and generally inhospitable.
Upon entering the store, there was a guy standing in front of, and to side of the counter, indicating that he was not a customer per se/not standing in line: large red duffle bag at his feet, dressed warmly, but his clothing was severely lacking, and it was obvious that he was a hitchhiker seeking refuge from the elements. I stifled any further judgment(s), continued to the counter, bought my snuff, and when my purchase was completed, I turned to the guy and asked him if he needed some cash. His response was…
“What I need is, a place to go.”
I told him that I couldn’t help there, but I then asked him if he had plenty of warm clothes, and he said he did not. So, I went home, grabbed a plain black sweatshirt, a long-sleeve wool undershirt, a couple of t-shirts, a few pairs of normal socks, one pair of thick wool socks, a toboggan cap, then found a small duffle/knapsack to put it all in. I then gathered UP three heavy coats that I got from my mother when my father died, then headed back up to the store.
When I got there, I gave him the bag with the clothes in it, told him what was in it and how he should layer them. Then I showed him the three coats and told him “pick one”. He took a heavy winter coat that my father used to wear when he “went out” – it was a pretty nice coat/looked nice, that dad would wear when it was cold and he was going some place that required a nice dress. He often wore his cowboy hat when he wore this particular coat.
Anyway, me and this guy talked a bit. He told me that his wife had kicked him out, and he was headed back to where he had some family.
“Where’s that?” I asked.
“Sterling Virgina,” he replied to my astonishment. Me being me, I know there is sometimes nothing coincidental about coincidence, so I smiled and said…
”No way! I lived there for several years.”
The look he gave me was one of utter disbelief. Shock. Almost like my generosity was about to take an ominous turn. But I stood my ground, didn’t retreat, and started talking to him about familiar things that only someone who had lived in that area would know. His posture relaxed a bit as I talked about fueling airplanes at Dulles, and how much money I saved on gas driving back and forth to work when I moved from Charles Town West Virginia to Sterling Virginia.
I apologized for not being able to provide him with a place to stay, but told him that I hoped the clothes and coat helped out. He went back into the store, and I got back into my car, and left. On the drive home, all I could think about was the fact that Whatshername and me were on the outs, both wanting a divorce with no means to get one. I wondered how many times I teetered on bailing the fuck out before she kicked me all the way to the curb. Is that what it looks like?
Did he know how, with a glance, I knew that his dress was inadequate for long-term exposure to this kind of weather? Did my taking the time explain my spending a lot of long, cold winter nights fueling airplanes at Dulles airport – which is partially within Sterling Virginia – and how to layer clothing accordingly help him in any way? Was he completely freaked out by our “Virginia” connection? Was I?
I can only speak for myself…and my answer is yes, I was a tad freaked out, but not really. That kind of shit happens to us all the time, but we tend to dismiss and/or ignore, and move on. Nothing wrong with that. Everyone is different.
I think about that dude quite a bit. Where is he? How is he doing? How is his ex-wife? Kids? I have a similar red duffle bag. I keep it packed at all times. I’ll likely never see that guy again.
Dear Reader, this post follows on from the previous LoL post, and I should probably start this post with a word about pearls…
*Is she saying ‘knacker‘ or ‘nacre‘, Clicky? …/lights up…*
Back in September of 2013, over on Sync Miss For Him, I shambled the album cover artwork of Lightning Bolt by Pearl Jam…
*/fumes… It pisses me off that some numpty locked and buried Sync Miss For Him, Clicky… /drags… I’m gonna have to do this from memory… /sigh…*
Basically it occurred to me that each of the tracks’ artwork could correspond with a globally headlining news event/events that had occurred (and was yet to occur) in 2013; each image represented a month. The image for ‘Getaway’, for example, relates to the inauguration of Obama in January that year, ‘Let the Records Play’ with the close flyby of asteroid DA14…
*Yup! …/flicks ash… BlueFrank is convinced the asteroid pass and meteor explosion are intimately related…*
*Oh yeah! …/drags… February was a very busy month that year, Clicky…*
‘Mind Your Manners’ depicted the election of Pope Frankie in March,
‘My Father’s Son’ and the Boston Marathon bombing in April,
‘Lightning Bolt’ and the Navy Yard shooting in September,
*/huffs… Well, it was at the end of September when I posted the shamble Clicky… /puffs… hind sight’s easy… /blows… predicting what’ll happen is difficult…*
For the remaining three track artworks, I figured ‘Yellow Moon’ might have something to do with North Korea, although in hind sight ‘Swallowed Whole’ could have been something to do with North Korea. ‘Sleeping By Myself’, however, I speculated it could be related to a high-profile divorce, or the death of a prominent black man…
*/final drag… Signing a message about cigarettes, Clicky… /stubs butt… “from so far”…*
Dear Reader, I seem to have rambled on a bit and not actually covered what I wanted to cover in this post. Another post will follow that moves us forward in time to January 2015, and on again to this Friday just gone. It’s about bacteria…
Let's find some work!
So...where do I start?
Let's go with recent experience to start...
SoPi-H – Iteration 01
SoPi-H – Iteration 02
SoPi-H – Iteration 03
SoPi-H – Iteration 04
SoPi-H – Iteration 05a
SoPi-H – Iteration 05b
SoPi-H – Iteration 06a
SoPi-H – Iteration 06b
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welp...
that's a horse of a different color...
isn't it?
Library of Libraries 