mid-14c., “action of observing or testing; an observation, test, or trial;” also “piece of evidence or empirical proof; feat of magic or sorcery,” from Old French esperment“practical knowledge, cunning; enchantment, magic spell; trial, proof, example; lesson, sign, indication,” from Latin experimentum “a trial, test, proof, experiment,” noun of action from experiri“to try, test,” from ex-“out of” (see ex-) + peritus“experienced, tested,” from PIE *per-yo-, suffixed form of root *per- (3) “to try, risk.”
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I think I just started liking Twitter a lot less just now.
😐
It’s prolly more a case of I liking myself less.
|-:
That said, we live and learn, I guess.
//me\\\\shrugs//
^Cocteau Twins – Pur^
Anyway…so um…it’s Friday. It’s 13:20. I was gonna go get me something to eat, but my stomach just shrunk to the size of a walnut or smaller, so I’ll get to the important stuff.
I had an idea. I had a thought. Started writing. Got sidetracked.
Idea = Gone
Maybe it’ll come back. Let’s keep writing, and see if it does.
UPDATE: I remembered <golf clap>
Just wrote two more sections, and as I was editing/formatting the above, I remembered.
^Simian Mobile Disco – Dervish (Club Mix)^
If someone spent, the better part of their life, not being able to talk to others…and then suddenly, they were able to talk to others… I wonder what that would feel like, when and if that same someone was suddenly not able to talk to others again. Would it be the same pain as before? Or would it be a new and different pain.
We are supposedly supposed to learn from others. Some employ the kick, some employ the pet. Some may even employ both, depending on present circumstance. Where is my heart? Like…right now…where is my heart? It was in all kinds of places just a few minutes ago. But something happened to change that. So, again I ask myself…
where is my heart?
Welp…it sure the fuck wasn’t in “fear mode” prior to, and it sure the fuck doesn’t feel like “fear mode” now, so I cannot but wonder where my heart is. I don’t feel like retreating, and I don’t feel like advancing, so what is this feeling that I feel?
FON - Freak Of Nature
That’s the best I got. Don’t run to, don’t run away. Curl up, and take it. It’ll be over at some point. When the storm passes, pick myself up, and move on. No need to calculate…no need to tally…no need for facts nor figures…no need for revenge nor justice nor anything else…just, move on. I’ll know when I know, or I won’t. Either way, I’ll know.
FON <> Fawn
Just thought I should prolly point that out to anyone who might decide to look up the “Fight or Flight” concept. There has been an addition of sorts to “fight or flight response” types of research, and that is the addition of “fawn” to describe those who hunker down and take the beating instead of trying to fight or flee.
That does not apply to “FON”. FON is a knowing that you will survive the beating, and in fact, you are supposed to survive the beating. We’re on dangerous ground here.
^Simian Mobile Disco – A Species Out Of Control^
Let’s see what’s happening in the world of invention…
The IllumiBowl toilet night light helps you find relief after dark.
Illuminati = confirmed.
They are watching you pee and poo. Anal probes are prolly next logical step. Might wanna think about potential “upgrades” for this glow shitter before buying one. Suddenly…”automatic updates” just lost ALL appeal 😉
I digest. I mean...digress.
I’ve always wondered what happens when I take a shit in the dark. I’ve also wondered what happens when I take a shit in the restroom of a discotheque and/or when I’m tripping balls on some psychedelic drug. It would appear that all of those questions can now be answered, and can be answered in the safety and convenience of my own home.
Not that I have a home, nor that I will be getting one of these new “glow shitters” when and if I do someday get a home of my own. But I can sleep well tonight in the knowledge that these things now exist in the event I do get a home someday. PLUS…I can rest well knowing, that someone…somewhere…out there…is shitting on a glowy toilet with a built in laser light show, that also kills the fuck out of bacteria.
Not to mention that, as the article points out, “the dark” of your own home, and you wandering through it “can be genuinely dangerous”. I guess light switches have grown far too complex or difficult to operate. Then there’s the communal nature of light switches: no telling who has been touching that light switch; they may not be as thorough and thoughtful as you are about washing their hands after touching your filthy bits all over while peeing and pooping. So why touch a filthy disease infested light switch if you don’t need to? People are diseased and filthy.
What a world.
^Mathew Jonson – Marionette^
K…so, I remembered where I was going with this bullshit. So the question now becomes…do I:
A) keep writing here, or
B) turn this into a missive and send it to Roob?
A: We'll see.
Time Now = 14:07. Date Now = Friday January 19th, 2018.
^Ross From Friends – Talk To Me You’ll Understand^
Lemme start this line of bullshit by giving a shade of insight as to how I see/interpret a lot of this crap transpiring “in the world”.
Simple = A War Of The Sexes
Yep, not a battle…this is full on, balls-to-the-wall…war.
Complex = The Internet
Things just got REALLY fucking simple.
Woah woah WOAHdude!!! You just listed “complex”, and are implying that the complex/complexity made everything simple?
Yep. The Internet = 100% male.
You cannot dispute the above. It is fact. Designed in totality, and occupied by, males. Males and only males. There are no women/females on The Internet, and this is well known. If you don’t already know this, you are a fucking idiot and a moron, and should get the fuck off The Internet immediately, if not sooner.
Now that we are aware of “The Internet” being populated by just and only men/males, we can now further qualify and quantify what type(s) of men/males are occupying “The Web”.
Men are pigs.
Mystery =Motherfucking SOLVED!!! Next!
^Luke Vibert – I Love Acid^
Why would someone need to be equipped to take a beating? Don’t we need to determine motivation(s)? Establish right and wrong? Guilt and justice?
Q1: Do you know why someone is beating the fuck out of you?
A1: ?¿?
Q2: Do you know why someone wants to beat the fuck out of you?
A2: ¿?¿
If you choose to do so, there’s lots to think about there. And I’m not sure about you, but I’ve seen and experienced some crazy shit in my life. I’ve seen people get the fuck kicked out of them just because they were there. No rhyme, no reason…they were there, and that was the only mistake they made.
Now, you’ve prolly already jumped to both the “before” and “after” parts. But does that matter in the moment? Someone is standing on the street, and some other someone wanders by, and proceeds to kick the fuck out of the other, because they can.
^Jad & The Ladyboy – Step In My Direction | Exploited^
Now that you are questioning these events…may I point something out to you?
Q: Who is involved in this and these goings on?
A: Yeah...YOU!!!
Why are you involved all of a sudden, and who is it that you’ve got a mind to start beating up on? Not such an easy question to answer…is it? Because now, you are equally culpable. I hope you make the right decision(s).
Good luck.
^JMII – Thrills (John Talabot’s Early Edit)^
Can you imagine what God had to go through, in inventing humans, by getting their bodies to functioning well enough to take a shit? When you think about that, then follow the digestive tract backwards, and consider all that God had to do to get humans and their bodies functioning well enough to eat…Man, what a ride, eh?
Lots of things to consider there.
I mean, prolly a reason or two for eating and shitting in the first place…right? Now…when you start to consider how much life is on this planet…Woah, that’s a lot of building. Prolly took some time. Prolly took a fuckton of time. Are we on the same page? Or have you already decided that, not only are we on the same page, but we are reading from the same book? I wonder what book it could possibly be?
Erm...The Bible?
OF COURSE!!! WHAT OTHER BOOK COULD IT POSSIBLY BE?!?!?!?
Damn. You are one narrow-minded motherfucker
^Kevin Saunderson feat. Inner City – Big Fun (Simian Mobile Disco Remix)^
Lets see if we can pick up some messages that might be coming via alternate pathways.
Isn’t Mercury, the element, kinda…prevalent in our modern world? Like…prevalent in ways that we may not like. Welp, you like your gold…right? If so, that means you like Mercury too. It also means you like Cyanide. The more you like Gold, the more you like Mercury and Cyanide. Not to mention your romance with explosives. Oh, and mining. Not to mention shipping and transportation services. And not forgetting the jewelry industry/industries.
Am I piling it on too thick?
Or is it becoming more clear just how connected and interconnected everything is?
What is significant about this fact, is that The Campbell’s Soup Company is based in New Jersey. Pace Picante sauce is as readily found in Texas pantries, as Mayonnaise is found in Holland, Denmark and England. And thanks to the movie Pulp Fiction, we all know what those idiots do with mayonnaise.
BLOOPS!!! Holland, Denmark, and England are nowhere to be found on that list. Must be a statistical error. Or urban legend. Whatever the case, it’s sure to be human error.
^Mistakes Are OK – Forgiven (Edward Remix)^
*Yes, Clicky, what now? …/listens…*
*A second part? …/grins… Doo you mean a ‘number two’? …/rolls eyes… Okay. You go tell Cade what we’re gonna do, Clicky…*
*/hollers… OH! AND DON’T FORGET TO BRING THE LINK TO CADE’S POST BACK YOU… /sigh… Must of needed to go or sumfing…*
Dear Reader, the second half of this missive experiment will be along in a little while. Have a Song whilst you’re waiting…
Cade sent across another missive last night, Dear Reader, and I’m delighted to present it for your perusal, below.
I believe the Okie Devil was inspired to write it by the Bayeux Tapestry, and the news that it could be leaving France for the first time in 950 years, to be displayed in the UK…
There was much argument during the medieval period as to whether #Bayeux was actually a Christmas Tapestry. pic.twitter.com/OndmZsmdxE
*/drags… He’s not wrong… /streams smoke… I LOVE that album…*
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GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…AND THEN WE’LL TALK!!!
Is this the dogma of “The West”?
Is this the dogma of “business”?
Is this the dogma of “government”?
Surely this cannot be the dogma of government. If someone has their shit together, the government should have no business whatsoever with me.
Oh really?
How do they know “your shit is wired tight”?
GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…OR ELSE!!!
IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER…WE’RE GONNA HAVE A TALK!!!
Everything, about all of those, says…
“AWAY!!!”
Go away.
Stay away.
Stay back.
Keep back.
Back away.
And don't stop until you fall off the planet.
^Crystal Chakra Meditation 1 Hour^
I just saw one of those “vanishing Tweets” and was about to comment on it, but it disappeared. A shame too, because it was interesting. I guess I’ll have to do my own homework…so let’s get to it!
The Tweet was about The Bayeux Tapestry, and the Tweet contained a picture of a news story, and the headline asserted that…
“The tapestry is a great historical so-and-so about The Battle of Hastings”
…then asked the question:
“…but is it any good.”
I was only allowed to see the Tweet for a moment, because when I went to start writing my comment, I got a pop-up that said…
“You may not be able to complete this action”
…so I refreshed my page to see if something had gone wack with my browser, but when the page finished refreshing, the Tweet was gone.
Now…I’ve noticed quite a few “disappearing Tweets” from this particular user. But before we get too hung up on “the commercial aspects/angles” and/or “social/political/personal implications” of someone deleting Tweets, let’s pick a better, more juicy target to pick on…
I don’t have the text of the Tweet, but as soon as I saw the headline, and thought about what I thought the headline said, it got me to IMMEDIATELY thinking…
”DUDE!!! You read ALL of that shit completely…fucking…WRONG!!!”
But before I get to picking on myself too much, let me tell you the first thing that popped into my head upon reading the Tweet…
“The Bayeux Tapestry is going up for sale.”
The Tweet did not contain a link to the story, which is why I was going to comment at all. I figured that the author of the Tweet had given all of the information they cared to give, and was hoping that someone would engage with them based on the facts presented. And what were the facts presented?
Screen-shot image of story,
Tweet text comment from user, which included a reference to “1066”.
I recall “1066” being in the text of the Tweet, but that’s all I recall. The rest of the contents is kinda…fuzzy…but I remember the overall vibe of the text. So…having watched this particular user for a while, let’s now go back, and see if they’ve made a new Tweet with the same contents.*
*My thinking at this point is, they forgot something, deleted the Tweet, and will make a new Tweet with the missing/corrected whatever.
At the time of this writing, it shows that the tweet was made 21 minutes ago, which means that it took me 21 minutes to think about, and write, all that bullshit above. No fucking wonder I don’t write for a living. I digress.
The text of the above tweet is different from the text of the original Tweet. At this point, I am half-tempted to DM the user, and ask her if she would be so kind as to provide me with the text of the original Tweet.
But I'm not going to do that.
I’m going to do what I normally do, which is blunder around in the dark, and do the best that I can with what I have. This may sound egotistical, but the only thing that I really have, is me. A dark, dense, blundering, blabbering me, and the bright flashes that come from elsewhere/others. I take those flashes from others, mold them into something my own, and hopefully, flash back. Who sees these “flashes” of mine?
/me shrugs
No idea. In my mind, that’s not quite the point. “The point” is to be inspired, and further inspire.
/me shrugs again
^Florence + The Machine – Dog Days Are Over (2010 Version)^
All videos have stopped working for me on Twitter. Embedded videos no longer work, and I can no longer save images by right-clicking and choosing “save-as”. Now that I think about it, right-clicking on anything gives me nothing at all. My pop-up menu functionality within Twitter seems to have been removed. I can’t even intentionally click on a pic or vid and get it to work.
I admit that the auto-play bullshit irritates the fuck out of me, because most of my time on Twitter is spent with a DM chat window open. If I open that DM window, and there is some looping shit embedded and playing behind that DM window, then eventually, Twitter dies, and it usually takes my browser(s) with it. And if I remember to scroll to where there are no vids behind the DM window, I also have to make sure that I have hidden any auto-playing streaming bullshit in the sidebar.
That said, Twitter still crashes all the fucking time, and it is a fucking resource hog, but I must point out, that this is the price of automating and automation. If you want shit to do everything for you…there’s a price to pay for that.
I gotta think tho, that if shit like this isn’t an indication,that Twitter is doing something about these perceived “problems” that Twitter has, you just aren’t looking. And if you customize the living shit out of your Twitter to work for you and only you, then you’ll have no idea what others may be seeing/not seeing, nor how they are seeing it.
To be fair, I’m running an operating system that is no longer supported, and using a browser that is no longer supported/no longer updated, all running on a computer that is no longer supported.
If that ain’t some “Logan’s Run” type shit, I don’t know what is.
GET UPDATED, OR GTFO GRANDPA!!!
STFU AND STFD ON YOUR WAY OUT OLD MAN!!!
😐
^Massive Attack – Angel^
Let’s get back to this tapestry/Tweet. I went to Google, searched for “the bayeux tapestry” (without quotes) and there were three news stories at the top of the results.
When I clicked on the second story link, the headline on the story itself was different from the headline that Google was showing in its results. The headline in Google’s results was…
“Why the Bayeux Tapestry’s loan to Britain is a homecoming”.
Isn’t that “bait and switch” kinds of shit? Grab you with one thing, then switch it to something else? Like…”a funhouse” at a carnival. Many times, there’s not much fun going on in a funhouse. Anyway…I found the story that I was looking for, have now found that there is a new Tweet that replaced the deleted one, so what is left?
A: Me.
Me, me, me, and only me, surrounded by a bunch of shit that isn’t mine, and I’m left with only:
A) what I take away from this experience, and
B) what I do with it from there.
What possible good could come from some uneducated and unemployed loser, spending is “free time” contemplating “the dynamics of the world”? I dunno. That’s not my job. That’s your job. I only work here.
Q: Is there some “omen” associated with “The Bayeux Tapestry” coming to England?
A: Or did I just make that shit up?
The process of trying to understand confusing shit, while looking at confusing shit…is…confusing. That said, why would you ever think that “confusion” would be clear? Is where we are, so contextually clear, that it’s confusing?
Clarity = Clear
Confusion = Confusing
Did I word/list those correctly?
^Junkie XL – Dark Territory^
OK, I guess I didn’t make that “omen” shit up…
‘Although there is no direct connection between typical celestial events and the affairs of humans, our superstitions have resulted in many dramatic consequences.’
So what is the connection? I dunno. History is history. If you are looking for and to history, as some sort of roadmap to the future? Yeah…you might be missing some shit. Primarily, what are you going to do when the road ends? What you are going to do when you tumble off the map? That’s, when you are prolly going to start looking around for signs and wonders. Something…ANY–fucking-thing to give you some clue as to where you went wrong…
what went wrong…
where you are…
where to go from there.
If you’ve got compatriots along for the ride, there’s prolly going to be some pissing and moaning.
Just sayin'.
^Junkie XL – Today (UNKLE Remix)^
Getting back to my thoughts about “The Bayeux Tapestry being sold”…there’s a few things that come to mind…
I’ve no fucking clue where it is, nor who owns it,
Is it possible, that once it gets to where it is going, that it will never leave there?
SURELY no one is stupid enough to try and steal it.
So…given the fact that I know fuck all about this tapestry, why would “It’s Going On The Market” be the first thing to pop into my head? Prolly because that’s about the only time that “art” is in the news. Which… isn’t writing an art? Or at least, an art form? Both? Is there some sort of artisan pissing contest going on there?
But let’s say, that there is some political wrangling going on. Now, what could that be about? Brexit? Political favors being exchanged? Surely thieves would not be stupid enough to wait until the tapestry was actually on British soil to steal it. I guess that would depend largely on “who the thieves are”…wouldn’t it? What are those rules about making political statements?
It must be public, and brutal.
Some scapegoats and/or patsys would prolly come in handy as well.
Now I remember why I don’t like thinking like this.
NowI remember why I don’t like writing fiction.
^Junkie XL – Tennis^
Thinking now about the year 1066, thinking about Haley’s Comet which last appeared in 1986, thinking about the year 2066, and considering that it is currently 2018, let’s go backwards a bit and see what was going on in the year 1018.
WHEW!!! That’s some fucked-up shit right there!!! It started off with peace, then went straight to hell. Even so, that January peace? If they found peace in January of 1018, doesn’t that mean that someone was at war in 1017?
^AWOLNATION – Run (Audio)^
What I am primarily thinking about, is a book idea that I have. This book has been bumping around in my head for a very long time, and it’s called “1033”. Or, it will be, should I ever actually write the fucking thing.
It’s the story, of a dude born in 1967, and this dude manages to survive a fuckton of adversity that no one said he would survive, and somehow lives to see the year 2000. Not only that, the guy goes on to live to see the year 2100. Even more fantastic than that? He goes on to see the year 3000. Hence, 1033. The story, is about the stories that this guy tells, how he tells them, who he tells them to, and why. A traveler. A time-traveler, yes…but a different kind of time traveler. Or at least, his travels here and now are a shade different. Where does it go from 3000 C.E.? Welp…that’s where things get reallyfucking interesting.
Heh...heh...heH.
Enough of that bullshit…let’s get back to reality. Once we get back to reality, we can talk about data preservation, data retention, and legacy.
^Junkie XL – dealing with the roster^
I’m writing this bullshit in OpenOffice’s Writer application, and this is WAY fucking different than writing shit in MS WordPad. The text is fucking HUGE, and I’ve not found the courage to try and tinker with the settings so that everything on the screen isn’t so goddamn massive.
The other thing that is irritating, is that Writer turns all URLs into hyperlinks automatically. Well, only if you use a hard return after pasting in the text of a URL. I personally arrow around a lot when navigating around a document. Meaning: when and where I can, I use the arrow keys on the keyboard to get around. Prevents me from having to use the mouse. The mouse is fucking GREAT for some computer uses. Surfing the web is one, but for text and/or documents?
Nope.
If you want to push your “skillz” try and challenge yourself to surf The Web without using the mouse. It can be done. You’re going to have to learn a fuckton of keyboard commands and hotkeys, but that’s the point…learning. That shit is there for a reason. Computer engineers aren’t idiots, and they certainly aren’t stupid. Just because you get to benefit from the simplicity of a mouse click and/or hotkey combination, doesn’t mean that the engineers who designed that functionality didn’t spend a fucking FUCKTON of time developing the systems and procedures that made that key-combo and/or mouse click such a simplicity for you. I can assure you, they did, and they do. All so you can better do all of that hard complex shit that you need to do in order to get your job done.
I read through it last night, and it got me to thinking about “compression”. I didn’t comment over there, but I thought about it as I laid in bed and tried to go to sleep last night, and now here I am commenting about it here.
That last bit messed with my head a bit. I was thinking on expansion from a Universal perspective regarding a Galactic context. Meaning: A Galaxy expanding within a Universe that is neither expanding nor contracting. Prolly some speed considerations to be made there, and some time(s) considerations to be made as well.
If the Universe and A Galaxy are both expanding at the same time, there is prolly going to need to be some synchronious/synchronous timings to accommodate both, as well as some asynchronious/asynchronous timings to offset. How can an offset amend?
My thinking is that sometimes, you need to simultaneously know not only how fast you are going, but also how fast you are NOT going. Why? Simple. Observers. There’s more to sensing and senses than just and only sight.
^Hans Zimmer – Inception (Junkie XL Remix)^
If you are looking for something definitive, congrats…you’re there.
Welcome To Here...Population = You.
^deadmau5 – FML Again^
Last night, Whatshername made some grub, she notified as to its availability, and I wandered into the kitchen to feed my fat face. As I was poking at the lumpy wads of rice that remained in the rice cooker, I overheard my daughter talking about…erm…politics. Like…personal politics. Within her circle of friends, it appears that there was an exclusive gathering, and some within the circle were not invited. This caused those not invited some dismay, and Whatshername commented something to the effect of…
“Well, you know they are all very clicky.”
My youngest son was sitting at the table eating/listening, and he asked “what is ‘clicky’?”
Whatshername replied, “They’ve all got their own little groups, within the group, and these little groups are very clicky, meaning they only hang out with each other, and the rules of the larger group don’t apply to them.”
It turns out that this “group that gathered” was/is headed by the very person who makes the rules for the large group/whole group, and that rule is…
“no fraternizing in groups/sub-groups outside of the whole group”.
So…when this same person actually had a get together, and only invited a select few of the whole group, those not invited were…confused.
I loaded my plate as fast as possible, and retreated to my room.
^deadmau5 – It’s Not You^
I was gonna write some more bullshit, but I’m now at 7 pages, so I’m gonna dial it back, then cut it off. I usually just write until I don’t feel like writing anymore, then look at the physical file size to determine how large the post is going to be.
15k to 20k = meh
20k to 25k = average
25k to 30k = beefy
30k+ = wtf?!?!??!
What could POSSIBLY be on my mind, that I needed to write so much?
But this is my first post written in OpenOffice Writer, so, I’m trying to be mindful of that “page x/x” thingie down in the bottom left-hand corner.
*Yeah… /final drag… A brilliant film, Clicky… /stubs butt… That was another Sunday evening trip to the pictures with Mother… /licks lips… It was absolutely pissing it down that night…*
*Thank fuck, Poppy tweeted that to us last night, Clicky… /lights up… Or I’d have been completely bolloxed for a post title… /drags…*
Last night, Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. The Unseen Synchro, a.k.a The Okie Devil of Text Us asked me and Poppy Sweet Pea to provide him with some words, from which he would write a poem…
Said poem is contained within Cade’s latest missive, below…
*That’s right, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… down there…*
Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤
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Someone might enjoy this.
^Iron Maiden – Behind The Beast^
I once wrote a certain poem,
but can’t recall what it said.
So now here it sits aching,
bouncing round in my head.
Wrote some parts down, that had a certain sound.
Certain parts rhymed, other parts timed.
One part climbed,
another piece descended.
Don’t recall where it all started,
nor even if anything ended.
There must be a way in, to the place to begin.
First…to find out how, my way out of…now.
Some thoughts run free and freely,
others disappear in a stare.
Some are likely gone forever,
a few are written down somewhere.
Take out the trash, Danish mash.
Write it down, or face the frown.
There’s one part I tried to remember,
but cannot recall the details.
Likely a something of beauty,
perhaps bunny rabbits, wasps, or snails.
Formulaic attributes, proxy gaps and substitutes.
Removed this line, I’m sure it was fine.
Does she really exist out there,
or am I being silly…a dupe.
Like some sort of prize or plunder,
a cold journey that ends with hot soup.
You’ll be there, when you are there.
You were there, you aren’t there.
This end of that one here now,
the end of this one a time later.
I’ve forgotten what this one was about,
perhaps I’ll remember it…
^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^
What a bunch of fucking weirdos.
^1977 TV Synthesizer Special^
If you thought that shit was weird, check THIS shit out.
^1969 World’s First Electronic Pop Song^
All of the people in the above two vids are either all:
A) dead from disease, or
B) all strung out on drugs while waiting to be dead from disease.
I read a lot of facts and figures, and those facts and figures are very clear…everyone is either dead, or about to be. Seriously. You are either dead, or about to be, and you are either on drugs, or about to be.
Lots of information and facts and figures floating around that prove this to be correct. A lot of these political Tweets are fucking weird. The ones that are always tell people to stand up? What does that even mean, other than you telling me I’m already down. Not only are you telling me I’m already down…you are telling me I need to get up off my lazy ass and do something for you, because you said so.
How do you get everyone aboard the same train?
What’s that? You don’t want everyone on the same train?
I thought you wanted to be first.
If you want to be first, that means you need everyone on the same train.
^Best soviet electronic music^
Are animals incompetent?
^Kraftwerk – Roboter 1978^
I was out front letting my youngest son’s dog get some fresh air. It’s 57°F/13°C, the sun is shining, and is generally awesome. But she refused to come back in, so I had to chase her around the front yard a bit. When I finally got her to come back towards the door so I could let her in, I reached up to open the door, and noticed there was a critter on my foot. I brought my foot up, then gently blew the winged critter off my foot, and they landed on the concrete porch.
I let the dog in, then began to retreat inwards myself, when I noticed that the ant – yes, it was a winged ant – was still sitting in the same place/had not flown off. I suddenly became worried, as the ant was sitting right in the big, fucking middle of the porch. Were anyone else to come in or out through the door, they won’t know the ant is sitting there, and would likely step on the ant. So the question becomes…
Q: What do I do?
A: Whatever I do.
I tried to give the ant a shade of encouragement to move by bending down and blowing on it, but it sensed the sudden increase in hurricane force winds, and hung on for dear life to the concrete of the porch. I wonder if there is a something to be learned there about methods we employ to get others to do what we want?
^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^
I think this is the last whatever that I’m going to write in MS WordPad. Yep…even tho I downloaded and installed OpenOffice over a month ago, I’m still using MS WordPad to write these things. WordPad really doesn’t offer much in the way of formatting: there’s no spellcheck, no fancy editing tools, and it takes me a level of two of washing this shit before I actually send it over to Roob for her to do whatever she does with it.
But I think I’m starting to feel a shade better about my formatting peccadilloes, and how better to use them to mold what I am trying to say, as I am saying it. My reason for doing this is quite simple, and that is so that I don’t go back and read something that I’m going to regret having written, and not have spent more time or formatting and editing. I mean, in life, when we say things, we don’t get second chances. You gotta say the right thing, at the right time, and you’ve got to say it right the first time, and every time, forever amen.
Practice makes perfect.
Repetition, repetition, repetition.
Practice makes perfect.
Repetition, repetition, repetition.
Practice repetition makes repetition perfect repetition.
^Morrissey – Break up the Family^
I just saw a pretty cool Tweet, that was cool, because it had leaves in it. There was a really cool star made out of sticks and twine, and I had some thoughts on that too, but what really interested me was the leaves. Dunno bout choo, but I love picking up leaves and looking at them. Well, leaves that have fallen. Leaves on the tree are best observed where they are, but I’ve been known to pick them.
Anyway, I love to look at leaves, check out the patterns, think about how they developed and why, make crazy assumptions about how these patterns suit needs in many ways, etc., etc.. But with respect to the leaves in this particular picture, what I got to thinking about was…
“how in the FUCK do those leaves look so nice?”
I can’t get a super close look at the leaves, but they certainly aren’t crushed…so how in the fuck did someone go out and collect a bunch of leaves without crushing them? OR…is that part of the ritual? Just…go out and grab a fuckton of leaves, cram em’ all into a bag, then sort the shit when you get home. Crushed ones here, uncrushed ones there.
Le YIKES!!! Sounds like a metaphor for pre-dating and post-dating romantic encounters.
^World On Fire (Junkie XL Club Mix)^
Not that you particularly care, but where my mind was buzzing around today was/is medicine.
Q: Is medical infrastructure medicine?
A: ?¿?
The only way to get everyone on board, is to cover all needs, up to and including, not needing at all. Giving your share away, because you don’t need it, but someone else does, and if they don’t now, they will later.
I wonder who that someone might be?
Anyway, there’s been a lot of things I’ve seen lately, that would appear to have nothing at all to do with medicine/standardized medicine, but they do. Lemme see if I can find some, that way we’ve got an audit trail, and proof, and other cool shit like that.
^Infusion — Legacy (Junkie XL Remix)^
Here’s an example…
We cannot allow the continuation of a pattern whereby profits of companies remain in the private sphere, while their losses hit the public purse. Bailing out companies with little to no conditionality will encourage a cycle of corporate welfare, and the state pays the price.
Refusal of need(s) means that the relationship is over…right? If you don’t get what you need, when you need it, DIVORCE!!!
Everything must remain the same forever, or face elimination. It’s the only way. Can’t discern and discriminate until everything is the same, which allows us to discover our differences, and eliminate them.
OK, I’ll stop trying to be clever in my digging, and put it like this: If I’m married, and looking forward to sex with my wife tonight, but that afternoon she gets hit by a car and winds up in the hospital, can I still fuck her in the hospital bed?
I mean, assuming that she still wants to fuck. Or do I need to take a rain-check? Does she need to take a rain-check? What if she is insistent that I fuck her, because she fears it may be the last chance we get to do so? Or is the hospital going to have an opinion too? Is that an additional price of medical care? Do it my way, or else?
— Scott Anthony🇺🇸⚖️JUSTICE🇺🇸 (@ScottAnthonyUSA) January 14, 2018
What could some “missile alert” have to do with medical care? Welp…if a war starts, a shitload of people are going to need a fuckton of band-aids.
Who is gonna make them?
Where are they getting their supplies?
Who is going to ship them?
Who is going to apply them?
And on, and on, and on...
Supposedly, our President said something recently about “the button” now being his own personal property. Dunno how that transfer of ownership happened, but that’s what I personally took away from the “my button is bigger than his” bit, or whatever it was.
And another...
The Scientific society needs a reformation where real scientists distance themselves from phony government "climate science." It will take years, but beeing connected to the scam will ultimately discredit the players. pic.twitter.com/yV2TziEDl4
As best I can tell, all of these things hover around continuance, and weave in and out of all kinds of other applications. Dunno bout you, but to me, that says someone is doing some weaving. Who? Does that matter? Do you care that you have a blanket when you need it, or is who made it important? We want everything to stay the same, and the only way to accomplish that, is change and changes.
Makes sense.
^Le Couleur – Femme^
/begin poem
The bells…they hang silent, and scream.
But no one listens to them anymore.
/end poem
^Sub Focus – X-Ray (Metrik Remix)^
When I start seeing the same Tweets over and over, coming from different people, does that mean that I have enough friends that I can dump one in favor of the other? I mean, who needs two friends that are damn near identical? Dump one, keep the other. They both regurgitate the same bullshit, so no big loss if I lose one. Losing weight is always popular.
^Jonathan Bree – You’re So Cool^
I’m not implying that “standardized medicine” is going to start producing standardized people, but it might contribute to the productionof standardized people. I guess it all depends on how we look at things, and what we want to get out of them. Things are only worth a flying fuck, when and if they put out. If they don’t? Fuck ’em.
^boy pablo – Everytime^
I had to bring the trash in. I took it out this morning, but someone forgot that today is MLK‘s birthday, so I had to bring it back in. If it sits out in the alley for the next 3 days, it’ll get torn to shreds by stray dogs, cats, squirrels, opossums, skunks, and God knows what else.
Plus, yet again, the temperature has been dropping all day, and it’s supposedly supposed to snow @ 20:00/8:00 pm tonight. It’s currently 48°F/10°C, so we’ve got a ways to go if it’s going to snow. My “news” came via Whatshername, so I just went to check the weather, and I saw nothing about snow, and it’s not supposed to get cold till tomorrow. That said, it has gotten cloudy as fuck outside, and the wind is blowing pretty good.
Definitely feels like change is changing.
^Detlef – JayDee^
/begin end
Here is where we ended this rhyme…upon this fancy dish.
The method could take some time…to feast upon this fish.
I’ll bang upon this wordy chime…something simple but cute.
Silence is the realm of the mime…so says the mute.
Something made of wheat…something filled with slime.
Cooked lovingly into a meat…and when eaten tastes sublime.
Climb upon this giving mound…climb to your summit I climb.
Howls in pain this foolish hound…my bonds downgraded to subprime.
/end end
I asked two different people for 8 words that rhymed, in 4 sets of 2 words each.
Below is what I got…
Person A: Fish – Dish, Wheat – Meat, Hound – Mound, Cute – Mute
Person B: chime, climb, rhyme, slime, time, mime, subprime, sublime
There’s always a fucking smart ass 😉
Anyway, I used those 16 words, and created that nonsense above. Hence, where it ended, is actually where it began, but not really. Anyway, thanks to you ladies for playing along.
❤
^Leftwing & Kody – What You Sayin^
It’s against my religion to ask others to assist me in any poetry writing efforts. And yet, for some reason, I asked for assistance. I guess I don’t like my religion anymore, and needed a way out. NOBODY leaves a religion on good terms…
...do they?
Maybe that’s where a lot of this weirdness and confusion comes from. Do I really need to be in church every fucking time the doors are open? If a church closes down because I didn’t show up, maybe that church needed to close. We’ve got churches every-fucking-where here. These seminaries are pumping out clergy, year after year, and they’ve got to have somewhere to go…right? Need a flock to lead?
Can't have shepherds without sheep.
And supposedly, America is motherfucking STOCKED with sheep. Which…did you see that Tweet up there about increasing sales of lamb? Um…ever thought that maybe…instead of slaughtering a fuckton of sheep like your life depended on it, maybe let a cull slide here and there. Doing without on occasion, might help us better deal with what it’s like, to forget what it is like, to be fat and happy.
PLUS!!!…it’ll give some reprieves to some little lambs that might be looking for a longer-term shepherd.
…and it got me to thinking about a brief conversation that I had with a certain someone about Twitter execs supposedly snooping on their users.
First of all, there is a line of thinking, where certain people attempt to…erm…“take their destiny into their own hands” by joining the machine that monitors. They do this, thinking that they can somehow transcend the monitors and monitoring, by joining the club. But I got a question about “ascension”, irrespective of when and how it occurs…
Q: Now what?
A: !!!
Yeah…did you remember to take a parachute with you? If so, did you pack it yourself, because just because you aren’t being monitored today, doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be monitored tomorrow.
I’m not proposing a defeatist attitude towards people taking things that don’t belong to them, nor people snooping on others just because they can. But if you took the time to watch the video above from 1969 where the people were dancing to the “Pop Corn” song, you’ll notice that their rhythm was allover the fucking place. Some fast, some slow, some trying to dance this way, others trying to dance that way…adjusting to something new. Lots of figuring out to be done there.
^Planet Jazz- Monster ??!^
Same goes for anything new I guess. Takes a while to find a rhythm. Takes a while to adjust to a rhythm. Gonna be a lot of impatient motherfuckers getting antsy. Wanting shit “RIGHT GODDAMN NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!”,and I understand that kind of thinking, but maybe cut down on the coffee and chill dipshits. Get two shots in your Starbucks instead of four. Or hell, up it to eight.
I dunno...just...chill.
I hate when these motherfuckers tell me I’m gonna get left behind, and then the next day they tell me the same bullshit. Welp, if I got left behind, how in the fuck are we having this conversation? Anyone that tells me “I’m gonna get left” is prolly angling me. Or did I just assume your intentions?
^Sven Väth & Barbarella – My Name Is Barbarella^
There are some days that I just want to crawl under a rock and die. But I’ve been here before, and I survived it then, so why wouldn’t I survive it now? Just because I’m 50 years old and completely worthless, welp, that inspires me to keep moving. Seeing things like that ant, holding on for dear life, inspires me. Hang on while the storm blows, and move the best you can, when you can, as the storm relents.
I mean, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, nature sometimes needs us to hunker down for a bit? Sit tight. If you’ve not considered that, just keep in mind that we sleep. So maybe not just and only storms sometimes do the trick with respect to getting us to chill at bit.
^Sven Väth – Extra welt / Zu Fuss^
/begin poem
A quick spin round, and to, is the thing now to do.
Outside, real quick, to check on this snow, the news is thick.
brb
Back, not a goddamn thing, not a goddamn flake, not one flake to see, except…me.
‘Tis cold and cloudy, no snow, plenty of wind, I’m pouty.
But not sad, not mad, not glad, not yet, no snow I’d bet.
But why bet on the weather, it’s always coming together, just like laces in a shoe.
And not to be too bold, but warm or cold, I’d like to curl up with you.
/end poem
Definitely colder outside, but the air has a warm feeling to it. The air is heavy. Feels heavy.
“they have devised a novel method that maps electrical circuits in the brain”
to…
“enabled them to map out all 250 cells that make up a microcircuit in part of a mouse brain that processes smell”
…pretty quickly.
From "Brain" to "Mouse Brain" pretty fucking fast.
The fact they’re tinkering in areas that process smell is pretty fucking impressive, but to what end? It seems there are elements that are wanting to ban anything and everything that supposedly makes us sick. So…what’s the reason for research like this?
Once alcohol and cigarettes are gone, and plants are completely under the control of corporations and/or government, freewill can be tamed, and there’ll be nothing left for anyone to do…right? Or am I being to shallow and not looking at the greater picture and the big good.
That said, the article only mentions the word “mouse” once, “mice” not at all, and “brain” ten times. Let’s check out “the big study” and see where that leads us.
However, identifying the totality of cells belonging to such neuronal modules, the “inputs” and “outputs,” remains a major challenge.
That’s from the “Neuronal Circuits” article above, but I’m still perplexed about the “I/O” nature of thinking in science. I mean, what if information processing takes a fuckton longer than you think it does? Something unique to me, may not be unique to you, so to say something always processes information in the same way(s) seems…foolhardy. Not to mention that the nature of your “I/O” thinking is prolly backwards to begin with. Meaning, you’ve not stop to consider that “I/O” is a simultaneous process that happens at the same time. Perhaps even at the same time, at the same point, and happens multiple times. Like a sequence.
EX: In order to get in, and I mean in, and only in, you need a sequence of registers that simultaneously register: I, O, O, I, I, O, O, I, I, I, O.
Yeah rly.
I’m suggesting that a sequence of “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may be required just to get in. There’s prolly going to be some embedded encoding within the “IN” key that allows the potential, for an “OUT” key to be generated, depending on the information that follows the “IN” key.
Am I really suggesting that this I/O sequencing into the brain is going to be that complex? Nope. It’s not going to be that easy. I’m suggesting that it’s going to be a fuckton more complex than that.
^Eli Brown – Get Down^
Thinking like that shouldn’t be that much of a stretch. We are talking about trapping here, information processing and retention, data preservation. That means there are going to be FUCKTONS of traps preventing you from getting in, and perhaps even allowing you to get in. Getting out is another matter entirely. I mean, DNA is pretty complex…right?
If the model of tumblers that I see in my head is even partially correct with respect to how information is processed and potentially stored within the body. Um…you better get out your stopwatches and start thinking about time, times, and a fuckton of time and times, then you better start thinking about friction, atrophy, decay, motion, what constitutes energy over time…and a fuckton of other things. I guess I’m thinking about things like that, because “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may get you in today, but tomorrow may require “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”.
How long are you willing to monitor this shit? Yeah…why not hook this shit up to your own brain, then you monitor yourself and let others monitor you for the rest of your life. We’ll keep you posted on how it all turns out. Srsly…we will. You’re in good hands. I’ve practiced on thousands of grapefruits.
^CamelPhat – Drop It^
Lemme explain why I’m thinking in those lines, assuming that I possess the ability to do so.
We are talking about information…correct? Are you going to use the first key that works? Welp, what if that key, sends all information to one place, and one place only?
Yeah...storage.
There’s GOT to be more to the routing system than just and only one key. What happens when you send a message, but the pathway is already occupied, and the message cannot be sent in totality? Are you prepared with how to deal with “packet loss” and the like? I mean…doesn’t the brain supposedly work differently/better in the mornings for certain things, and differently/worse in the evenings for those same things? Let’s say that the following is true…
Key 1: “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out”
Key 2: “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”
Key 3: “iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, iN, oUT”
Let’s say that applying those four keys, in sequence, will get you in, through, and back out, without making a single change to anything. Basically, a ping, and a response acknowledging that your sequence was correct, and that the system recognized/recognizes that you are trying to gain access, do nothing except gain access, get through, and return. This response is neither friendly, nor unfriendly. Basically just a response of “I heard you”.
Q: How are you going to interpret that?
A: ?!¿?!¿!!!
Might wanna give it some thought. “Space” and “messages from space” are prolly not just and only going to come from one place or another. Might wanna give that some thought as well. I’m sure as shit chewing on it.
^Charles Pierre – Directions (Original Mix)^
Something else to consider…
I am a human.
To say that I’ve no knowledge of my own makeup is…
shortsighted.
I have knowledge of self.
Some anyway 😉
I am a someone, (Individual Human)
that is part of a group, (Humans)
that is also part of a group, (Life)
and this group of groups contains unlimited groups (Lives).
So yeah…to say that it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, that are more “scientific” in nature, while possessing none of the “skill and knowledge” that these scientific modalities create? That it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, because I possess none of the machinery… None of the training… none of the skills… none of the experience… none of the peer support…and on and on?
Welp...you'd be right about that.
Within the scope of the entirety of things, not sure what that means tho.
/me shrugs
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^
c. 1200, “medical treatment, cure, remedy,” also used figuratively, of spiritual remedies, from Old French medecine (Modern French médicine) “medicine, art of healing, cure, treatment, potion,” from Latin medicina“the healing art, medicine; a remedy,” also used figuratively, perhaps originally ars medicina“the medical art,” from fem. of medicinus (adj.) “of a doctor,” from medicus“a physician” (from PIE root *med-“take appropriate measures”); though OED finds evidence for this is wanting. Meaning “a medicinal potion or plaster” in English is mid-14c.
To take (one’s) medicine“submit to something disagreeable” is first recorded 1865. North American Indian medicine-man“shaman” is first attested 1801, from American Indian adoption of the word medicine in sense of “magical influence.” The U.S.-Canadian boundary they called Medicine Line (first attested 1910), because it conferred a kind of magic protection: punishment for crimes committed on one side of it could be avoided by crossing over to the other. Medicine show“traveling show meant to attract a crowd so patent medicine can be sold to them” is American English, 1938. Medicine ball “stuffed leather ball used for exercise” is from 1889.
It is called a “medicine ball” and it got that title from Prof. Roberts, now of Springfield, whose fame is widespread, and whose bright and peculiar dictionary of terms for his prescription department in physical culture is taught in every first-class conducted Y.M.C.A. gymnasium in America. Prof. Roberts calls it a “medicine ball” because playful exercise with it invigorates the body, promotes digestion, and restores and preserves one’s health. [“Scientific American Supplement,” March 16, 1889]
I’m off now to spend some time with Thoughtful Man, and Clicky is…
*Charming!*
… Already out of here apparently. Dear Reader… Have a Song 😀
Cade has very kindly been listening to the most recent John Lamb Lash talks with me, Dear Reader. His missive, below, was written and emailed to me shortly before we started listening to the latest talk, last night…
*Participation and spiders, Clicky… /lights up… Both the JLL talk and the missive concern participation and spiders… /drags… And Cade’s blog post yesterday morning mentions ‘Tension‘…*
*/screams and drops cig… You fucking bastard, Clicky!! …/scrambles round for lit fag… Don’t scare the shit out of me like that… /brushes off ASH… You utter bastard!*
*Yeah you better run… swim… whatever… /resumes smoking to calm nerves…*
I’ll, um, see you at the bottom, Dear Reader. Enjoy!
*******
I would greet you fucks…but I’m not going to. I just heard a really funny story about yoga balls, and I’m far too wrapped up in that story to say hello to you or anyone else.
Go away.
^R. Stevie Moore – I Like To Stay Home (1986)^
Maybe this bit below is why we fail our fellow humans…
(lolz...bit below...lolz)
Male coin spiders only have sex once. After mating, they chew off their own genitals.
With respect to the above, the first thing that has popped into my head while writing this is “hit it and forget it”…but prolly not for the reason(s) you might think.
^Juan Wauters – Woke Up Feeling Like Sleeping^
I was thinking about finding new species. We find something, observe it a bit, make some notes about our observations, maybe draw some pictures, and maybe capture or even kill this one of a kind new something so we can drag its remains back to some group for them to have to a look at it too. We then get proclamations and some accolades, or perhaps are even met with skepticism and are denied those things.
No wonder we are so shitty to each other...eh?
We find something completely new and completely unique, then we treat it like there are plenty more where that came from. What if the one you found, was the only one there was? Would you treat that something any differently?
^Clio – Faces (1985)^
I guess the same could be said about studying existing species of life on this planet. We observe for changes by ripping some something’s gut out, make some observations, note significances, then remark about how we – and what we’re doing as a species – is causing changes or damage in other species.
YA THINK?!?!?!?
You just ripped that poor animal to shreds!!!
Killed it in cold blood!!!
I smell something fishy lurking in the shadows, and it’s not just and only Newton’s 3rd.
^Fugazi-Waiting room^
Maybe this spider knows that no other gal will ever be good enough for them.
Maybe they chew their dick off because they are/were being observed.
Maybe it’s because they are in captivity.
Are they in captivity?
Maybe there is some other purpose(s). Fucking ain’t just and only about fucking, any more than it is about just and only procreation.
Seems to be more going on there.
Are we being good observers? More than that…
Are we being good participants?
I can answer these questions…can you? Maybe some of the answers I can provide may be more questions…but since when can questions not be answers? If I answer more questions with answers, than with questions, I may not be thinking of you and your own situation. I may not be custom tailoring my answers for you and only you. There are situational considerations to be made as well.
Isn’t there a story about a guy wandering in the wilderness searching for a master, who unknowingly keeps bumping into God on his travels, but each time they meet, the guy always gives the wrong greeting and/or salutation?
I think there is some short discussion that occurs as to religion that transpires, and perhaps something about the wandering guy bouncing from religion to religion because he is not finding what he is looking for. The undertone being: maybe what you are searching for is also searching for you, maybe even that you’ve already found each other, and that’s there’s a “getting to know each other” process that goes on.
Afterall, the student chooses the master as much as the master chooses the student.
I dunno…maybe I just made all that shit up. I’d hate to claim it as my own if I didn’t make it up tho. I’ve read a lot of shit in my time. Prolly another reason I’m hesitant in writing fiction. Tough to find your own way when you are loaded down with information and data from sources of all kinds.
^the flowers – after dark^
Anyone else use Twitter? I saw a Tweet today where someone was supposedly looking for their grandparents that had gone missing after a flood.
@SantaBarbaraCC I'm looking for my grandparents, James and Alice Mitchell. Their residence was at 319 Hot Springs Rd and the home was destroyed. I'm hoping someone out there has seen them in the evacuation shelters and can give us some info. #CAStorm#Montecito#MontecitoFloodpic.twitter.com/lSzRP2MAE3
I saw another Tweet recently, where some dude was looking for his lost roommate that had been missing for some time. I can’t find that one, but that’s the basics of the Tweet.
Um...isn't this kinda dangerous?
Lot’s of ways for shit to go wrong here. Lot’s of people that disappear because they choose to do so, and there is all kinds of nosiness that can completely fuck that up. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. But this makes me think of just and only…justice.
Q: Does the legal system(s) where you live work perfectly all the time?
A: How do you know?
What a slippery slope we sometimes find ourselves on. We like our closure(s).
^kate fagan i don’t wanna be too cool^
We need a prosecution and defense in order to forward our agenda(s). We need expert analysis and analysts. We need every detail picked apart, so we can get rid of the shit that doesn’t serve our purpose(s), and bolster the shit that does.
But as I write this, I wonder about the same with respect to honesty in writing. Is it necessary to be dishonest when writing fiction? THAT’Sa concept I had not pondered previously, and now that I am thinking about it, it’s causing me a bit of distress.
If I start getting hung up on precepts, I can’t tell my story. And that’s all I’m trying to do, is tell a story. Several stories actually. All fictional, of course, but also very real. Trying to be as mindful as I can, and that’s all I can do.
/me shrugs
^BEACH HOUSE // Space Song^
Life treating you OK today?
Good.
Yes…I realize that I just assumed your mood, and I should be punished accordingly. But irrespective of whether you are feeling rotten or good, maybe sending some good thoughts a certain woman and her daughter’s way will help you out. I read a Tweet where a woman’s daughter is having some issues, and the woman is having issues with the hospital in trying to get some treatment for her daughter.
Always sucks to hear about someone in distress, and I myself can do nothing to help. So, I do what I can. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give.
^Gregory Isaacs – Something Nice^
Been thinking about the assumptions that we make about people based on certain criteria, and how that can hurt relationships.
EX: If you are getting all of your relationship advice from your best friend, and your best friend has hated your bf/gf from the moment you met them, how reliable is that advice counted on to be? Do you think that someone would try to intentionally steer you towards or away from certain things that might make the situation worse?
Not that much of a stretch really. When you are counting on navigational information from someone else, and you are the one that is actually steering the ship, you’ve got several relationships to consider there, and not justand only the one you are asking for advice about. I mean, you are the one that is steering the ship, but the ship being steered is you and your life.
Just thinking out loud.
^BAD BRAINS – ‘I Against I’^
I just saw an image that said “Key Of Solomon Deciphered”…yeah…that thing above.
So…what are you gonna do now? You gonna kick God in the balls, take his shit and run?
rofl
Seriously…what’s your plan? Or are you expecting Heaven to descend, and knowledge and riches to be bestowed thusly upon thee because of thine supa-smartz? Cause I’m kinda thinking, that any time that “Now what?” cannot be answered by you, yeah…someone is gonna answer it for you.
If you’ve not figured out, that some mysteries are created as “busy-work” to, if for no other reason, keep you out of trouble, you may not be as smart as you think you are.
Meaning: Yeah. Some mysteries are solved for the sake of solving them, and nothing more.
But you gotta keep that in context. Some mysteries are there just for the ride. For the thrill. Just like amusement park rides. And with respect to amusement park rides, the smaller and less intense rides gets us more comfortable for the bigger and more intense rides
...right?
Or have we already forgotten some context?
^Ariel Pink – Put Your Number In My Phone (Official Video)^
Been watching a lot of roller coaster vids recently, and some of these vids are really amazing. The rides that they are coming up with are nuckin’ futz. That said, there was one where the guy was reviewing his “Top 10 Worst Coasters” and it got me to thinking about focusing on just and only “big stuff” and “intense stuff” and “new stuff” and the like.
As he started knocking on “old” roller coasters, it got me to thinking about paying homage. Surviving the rough rides in order to figure out how to get to the smoother ones. But it also got me to thinking about “going back”. When I go to my local amusement park, which is Six Flags Over Texas, I always ride “the old rides”.
The seats are uncomfortable, the ride is rough, it’s clunky, it’s jerky, it smooths out here and there, then it does all that shit over again. It was one of the first “steel roller coasters” in the world. Compared to the wooden roller coasters of the time, it was smooth as glass, but that comparative shit gets old quick. You start comparing stuff to everything else, eventually everything loses it’s own flavor, and you are left with nothing but a bland bitterness that eventually itself degrades to null.
Nothing.
Not even bitter nor bland…just…nothing.
^John Maus – Believer (Official Video)^
Wanna take a ride?
^Official Runaway Mine Train POV at Six Flags Over Texas^
Maybe we sometimes get lost when “coming up”. We focus on the prize and forget the ride that got us there. Prolly why amusement parks team up games of chance along with thrill rides. It helps to better make the distinction of when and where chance is on your side, and when and where chance has been almost completely eliminated.
Amusement Park Games – Your chances of winning are just about null.
Hence, chance is on your side.
Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of dying are just about null.
Hence, chance is not on your side.
Amusement Park Games – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.
Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.
Your participation is required of course. Choosing not to participate is as valid of a choice as any.
❤
^Ariel Pink – Another Weekend [Official Video]^
When presented with a problem, the implication is that there is also an accompanying solution. That could be anything and everything from trying to find it, to not trying to find it. When and how we get our own satisfaction is dependent on us. No one and nothing is perfect. But that allows us the freedom, motivation(s) and mobility to seek perfection.
How ironic...eh?
Attempting to find the solution may be the solution.
Not attempting to find the solution may be the solution.
Me trying to write may be a lost cause. 😐
^Official Titan POV at Six Flags Over Texas^
Did you watch the video above? Did you notice how fast the ground is coming at you on the diving hills? The top speed of this ride, The Titan, is reportedly 85 miles per hour, which is 136.794 kilometers per hour. So, if you want to watch it again, and pay attention maybe to some of the stuff that’s on the ground, and how quickly those objects go from tiny, to not very tiny at all, consider that you are traveling roughly 85mph/137kph. Then consider this…
Imagine how fast shit would be happening if you were traveling at 450mph/724kph.
Shit will start happening even faster once you slow down.
Why? Because now we have not only some context, but we’ve got context with contrast.
Have you ever traveled at 450 miles per hour?
Have you ever traveled at 724 kilometers per hour?
Really?
What did you have for contrast?
Just and only…say…a clock?
Or did you have a clock, and maybe…a map?
Were you on/in an airplane?
Do you know how fast you were going when you took off?
Do you know how fast you were going when you landed?
Did shit ever kinda get…blurry?
^Judas Priest – Troubleshooter^
I don’t make myself ride the old rides…but yeah…I kinda do. Try to anyway. Fun is fun. That said, when we forget, maybe giving something a re-whirl will jog some memories that we’ve forgotten. May remind us of some stuff that we tried to remember, but forgot. It your judgement. Exercise it accordingly.
^R. Stevie Moore & Ariel Pink – SteviePink Javascript (2001)^
A certain someone has been picking at my smallish brain about proceedural types of considerations in certain environments. Such as “English” being the “common language” amongst pilots/aviators. I live in a country that speaks English for the most part, so speaking English while flying kinda makes sense to me. I’ve been abroad, so speaking English while flying makes sense to me, but also kinda not.
That said, aviation has its own vernacular. Things borrowed from elsewhere or created out of necessity to represent something specific. No real mystery there because we do that everywhere…but…it’s certainly mysterious.
Or at least, it can be.
But the objective is communications and communicating. We rely on each other to pull that off. As to whether or not the communications are successful? Let’s wait until we are either safely in the air, or safely on the ground to discuss the particulars…k?
^Matt Lange – You’ll Remember Me (ATTLAS Remix)^
Communications are going to get crossed. Garbled. Misunderstood. To expect 100% is the same as expecting 0% because there are no margins for error. No room for forgiveness. No room to navigate in the moment. That seems to present a domino type of situation where all involved are equally responsible, which means they are potentially equally irresponsible. Or am I being too specific?
^ATTLAS – Burned^
There was a Tweet that caught my eye…
Guys are new hotels haunted because what the fuck is that sound?
I’ve been thinking about the resonance of metal(s) and stone(s), and other building materials as is pertains to construction. But more than that, I’ve been thinking about transportation of these same things.
Q: Does the Earth/Terra notice when something is moved?
A: !!!
Why wouldn’t our planet know when something is missing? Why wouldn’t our planet notice when something suddenly appears? There seems to be accommodation(s) made in the environment for things to appear and disappear…right? So…all that gold in, say, Kentucky, would you be willing to entertain the possibility that our planet knows where every atom of gold in Kentucky came from?
If so, do you really want to trace that knowing of when and where that gold came from for the entirety of the suspected 13.8 billion year age of our Universe? Might wanna think about carbon and your dating methods before answering. You might get lost in time somewhere.
Just sayin'
^How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead Cover^
This one is gonna be a shade different.
Is that OK with you? Good.
The following was written today, which is today.
j/k
Today, is Sunday January 7th, 2018.
The above is as far as I got last Tuesday. It was a weird week. Having trouble thinking. It’s like another one of those transitional phases where everything is shifting. Or at least, everything is shifting in my head. When this happens, it’s almost like playing catchup with myself in my head. Loads of shit that I’ve not thought about in a while comes crashing in, and I’ve gotta kinda reconcile what falls where as it relates to stuff that I’ve added.
Normally, I would kinda keep this sort of shit “under control” by reading and commenting on blogs elsewhere, along with writing missives/whatevers. But I’ve been avoiding that.
No? The how did it come together? How did something, that is designed specifically to come apart, come together, if it is not fluid?
Oh…and good morning to you.
^Echobelly – Kali Yuga^
Was just watching a documentary on Rocky Flats weapons plant in Colorado…USA. In it, there was a bit where the plant had tried to dispose of waste by mixing it with concrete, then storing it in blocks after the concrete dried. Um…we’re talking about radioactive shit here…right?
Unfortunately, the concrete blocks started to leak and/or melt.
Oozey.
So now, they are oozing radioactive shit everywhere, from a long-term storage area. I wonder if it rains in Colorado?
^Albert Hammond – It never rains in southern California + text^
Got to thinking about this new Counter-Social website that is supposed to be some alternative to Twitter because the latter blocks half the planet from using the website. I thought about it, mainly because I was kinda curious as to how it was working out for those that switched from Twitter to Counter-Social when all that…whatever it was…happened.
Just…how’s it going? Nothing more than that. But as I started to think about asking, something occurred to me, and as I type this, even more is occurring to me. But what first occurred to me is “why jump ship, just because there is suddenly an alternative that seems better?”
It’s your life, you can do whatever you want with it, and you don’t need me to tell you that. But whitelisting and blacklisting is nothing new to The Internet.
The reason? Welp, when shit breaks…you can’t get your hands around the throat of the guy who designed the sewing machine. You can’t get your hands around the guy who built the machine. You can’t get your hands around the neck of the guy who designed or built the part within the machine that failed. You can only get your hands around the neck of the guy who bought the machine…and that’s YOU.
You can't choke yourself to death.
The machine that sits atop the machines must run, and you are the machine that runs the machines. There must be someone else to blame. So…let’s find them, and make them pay.
Dunno where this song came from, and I hate this type of music, but…meh. Someone else might like it.
^Karen Peck & New River – Everybody’s Going Through Something^
Is January too late to keep “The Christmas Spirit” going? I thought of mentioning to whatshername that she might wanna consider taking the Christmas lights down by February. They are still up, still plugged in, still burning every night.
Doesn’t bother me – I love Christmas lights – but the city that I live in starts ticketing people in February if Christmas lights are not taken down. And I mean like they have people drive around during the day to check and see if there are still exterior Christmas lights on your home or in your yard. If so, they ticket you. Maybe that’s why “The Christmas Spirit” hauls ass after New Years.
/me shrugs
^Carol of the Bells – Amazing Piano Solo – David Hicken^
For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.
^Christmas 2013: Inside a Chinese toy factory^
For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.
^Electronic Toy Market – Yiwu China Futian Market^
For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.
^Wholesale toys market in Guangzhou on Yide street^
For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.
^Guangzhou Dream Factory – Trailer^
Ever watch a silent movie? Welp…NOW YOU CAN!!!
^Guangzhou (Canton) China in 1930^
How’d those fucks get up to The North Pole anyway? Don’t those assholes know, that the only way to get from one continent to another is via the land bridge provided by/near The Bering Straight? You can’t walk on ice. That shit melts.
Only humans are smart enough to know this.
^Bering Land Bridge Migration Theory^
If these ancient fucks were smart, they’d build a rocket, walk across the satellites, then parachute back to Earth/Terra. It’s the only way to get to where you are going. Which… where are you going?
Or is it none of my business.
^Why We May Not Be Able to Visit Space in the Future^
Did you know, that if all ice on Earth/Terra melts, we will all be dead. That means, we won’t be able to make and/or watch panic videos anymore.
😦
^How Will Earth Change If All the Ice Melts?^
How accurate were those in 1950 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2000 CE?
How accurate were those in 1968 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2018 CE?
How accurate were those in 2018 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2050 CE?
I guess we’ll find out on that last one…unless we’ve all long since drown.
I wonder if someone or something can drown in garbage?
^These Are the Events That Will Happen Before 2050^
Let’s ask Google a question…
Q: How heavy is CO2?
A: Carbon dioxide has one carbon atom and two oxygen atoms, and a molecular weight of 44 grams per mole. Hence, carbon dioxide has a higher density, or is heavier than air.
Wait…didn’t we get the same answer from both places? Meh…who cares. Anyway…I wonder what “the electrical content” is within air? All that shit floating around up there HAS to create a fuckton of friction. Doesn’t friction create static electricity?
Speaking of movements, I need to go take a shit…BRB.
^20 Signs You Are Being Gaslighted! Psychological Abuse by Narcissists & Sociopaths^
AH!!! I feel refreshed!!!
Um…can robots shit? Or do they rely completely, and totally, on you to keep their fluid levels where they need to be and keep their asses wiped for them? There is something to be said about the art of shit…
Poop
Turds
Dookie
Growlers
Scat
Stool
Fecal matter
DOO DOO!!! DOO YOU NOT HAVE ENOUGH WORDS FOR METABOLIC WASTE?!?!?!?
Anyway, there are quite a few nested processes in place that involve repackaging last night’s dinner for something/someone else. I dunno what you ate last night, but it prolly looked a shade better when you shoved it into your pie hole than it did when it came out.
And yet, were you to shit in your front yard for a few months, you’d have the best looking lawn in the neighborhood in no time. Might not have any neighbors around to see it cause they’ve all moved…but a nice lawn nonetheless. If you are on a septic system, that’s how you can tell if your septic tank is leaking. The grass around it will be growing like mad, and it will be tall and green. Prolly trying to get away from your stinky poo.
But yeah, not much goes into in/out considerations for robots in robotics…it’s all about the brain and smarts. Prolly stings to a robot to not have any way to relate as to what is transpiring and what a person is going through when they take a shit. So with that in mind, and thinking about all the other differences between humans and robots, how well can we ever really relate?
I've no idea.
^Broken Social Scene – Protest Song (Official Audio)^
So…how can something survive supporting it’s own weight?
So…how can something survive supporting it’s own wait?
Roob pointed out Lamb Waves to me the other day. Something I had added to a Missive/Whatever sometime back. That has been thinking about distances more than anything. I’m thinking fluidity and solidity here, but a more progressive type that is contextual based on the observer/participant.
EX: Air is heavy as fuck. But you typically need wind in your face to detect this. That’s why any and all objects that are dropped from altitude, will tumble. The only way around this, is to know this in advance, and accommodate the mechanics of it, depending on what you are dropping.
I’m kinda dumb, and slow too, so it takes a while for my dumb and stupid to catch up to one another.
😉
^Cocteau Twins – Donimo^
It’s currently 11:03 on Sunday January 7th 2018, and I’ve stumbling around on the above crap for a coupla hours now. But I’ve got some shit to get to. Such as… It was hinted at, that perhaps, I should read my recent short story aloud and record it.
I re-read most of it last night, and thought about how I would read it aloud. The conclusion that I came to, is that I would read it exactly as I heard it in my head as I wrote it. Granted, I’ve re-read the story several times, have noticed some things that I would change in order to better help a reader understand what I am talking about, but there are few of these. I don’t want to be patronizing to the reader. Not trying to be condescending either, but I also want to tell my story.
The only way I can do that, is to actually tell my story. Only I know what I was thinking as I wrote it and, as I wrote it, I found that I was omitting as much, if not more, than I was actually writing. But in thinking about it now, we can’t do everything at once. I mean, the point is getting there…right? Sure, being there is great…but we gotta get there to do that. Lotta twists and turns, and a lotta boring straightaways mixed in there too.
^Soulwax – Do You Want To Get Into Trouble? (Official Video)^
In a few minutes, I’m gonna fire up Audacity, and see if I can record me reading my story using my headphones, which has a microphone.
I’m gonna do a few quick test recordings, see how the audio sounds, then go from there. If it works, I’m gonna read each section, convert the Audacity MP3 file to MP4, then upload it to YouTube.
I gotta be mindful of the audio file size, because when I recently tried to transfer some of my music from analog to digital, the MP3 to MP4 file converter didn’t handle files around 100MB very well. In fact, it didn’t handle them at all. Not knocking the service, because the service is awesome.
100MB of audio to convert from one format to another is a tall order for a free online service. I’ll just have to be mindful of how big the audio files are, because I’ve no idea how long it will take for me to read it aloud. That’s why breaking it up section by section is prolly gonna be the way to go. Audio files tend to be huge as you work with them, and it takes a fuckton of compression to get the file size down to something more palatable.*
*This is in no way to imply that listening to me talk will be palatable. I’ve a really bad Texas accent, and several speech impediments that I’ve learned to accommodate and/or hide very well. Or at least, sometimes. No telling when they are going to crop up, which they tend to when I lose myself in what I am doing, and I am not being mindful of trying to put on an act for someone else.
^Birdy – Wings (Nu:Logic Remix)^
Could sound assist us in determining age? I got to speaking with Roob the other day about these Lamb Waves, and it got me to thinking about chasing phantoms. Meaning, if science and/or scientists are not studies of history, or at least somewhat of a study of histories, how can they be sure they are not chasing our own shadows?
The resonance of nuclear detonations HAS to still be resonating within our planet. Not to mention all of the drilling, all of the mining, all of the commercial blasting, all of the cars, all of the ships, all of the electricity and electrical gadgetry…that shit adds up.
^Chapterhouse – Pearl^
I am just wondering, at what point, are we discovering shit, that we actually created. We are rushing from discovery to discovery, and the time to actually look at these discoveries and compare them with others…is anyone doing that? Or is that left to “the fringe” idiots of global warming and conspiracy? Because I got news for you…
everything is valid at some point.
Truth, falsehoods, doesn’t matter. A falsehood needs to be true, in order for it to be false. Get your head wrapped around that concept, and you can prolly see why the need for absolute divisions between the concepts of good and evil are perceived to exist.
^Aircrash Bureau – Time To Die (1990)^
Should we summarize and see where we made it to?
Never done that before.
Let’s skip it.
You’re more than capable of doing your own homework.
I suck at it.
🙂
^The Cure: The Snakepit^
I got a parting query…
Q: Can you be anything you aren’t?
A: ?¿?
Lemme word that differently…
Q: Can you be anything you cannot be?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah…both are valid pretty much. Of course, it depends on who you ask.
May wanna exercise judgement there as to who to ask, and who not to ask.
*That’s from… um… /shakes lighter… National Treasure! Thoughtful Man and I really enjoyed that movie, Clicky… /lights up*
John Lamb Lash posted another talk yesterday, Dear Reader, in which he disclosed more about the terma he received from Gaia Sophia on 08.08.08, and specifically the ‘killing spell’ he intends to cast later this month. For instance, when, where, why, butt knot for whom…
*Knot yet anyway… /drags… I’m feeling a bit dubious about this, Clicky… /streams smoke… He calls it the ‘Charlotte Working’…*
‘fem. proper name, from the French fem. of Charlot, a diminutive of Charles. Meaning “apple marmalade covered with bread-crumbs” is attested from 1796, presumably from French (where, however, the dessert name is attested only from 1804), possibly from the fem. proper name, but the connection is obscure. Perhaps from some French dialect word. Compare Middle English charlette(mid-14c.) “dish containing meat, eggs, milk, etc.,” said to be probably from Old French char laité “meat with milk.”
‘The city in North Carolina, U.S., was settled c. 1750 and named for Princess Charlotte Sophia (1744-1818), who married George III of England in 1761; Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada, also was named for her (1763).’
*Oh, that’s right! Helen Mirren played her on the silver screen… /drags… I knew she grew up local like, Clicky, I didn’t know she was born in Queen Charlotte hospital, though… /blows smoke ring…*
*Whoa! She plays ‘The Mother’ in the sequel! I forgot about that… Dr Emily Appleton… /smokes and thinks… Ap-parently, for the killing spell there’ll be an app, a-cording to Lashy…*
*Figure out the importance of the ship-shape pipe… /taps ASH… press the button… Voila…*
type of soft white clay, 1784; from 1789 as “tobacco pipe with a bowl made of meerschaum clay,” from German Meerschaum, literally “sea-foam,” so called from its frothy appearance; from Old High German mari“sea” (see mere (n.)) + scum“scum” (see skim (v.)). A loan-translation of Latin spuma maris, itself said to be a loan translation of Greek halos akhne, from Persian kaf-i-darya.
*Quite! … /final drag… I wonder who’ll it’ll it be, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
I’m keeping this post short, Dear Reader, as I’ve got lots to do tonight to get ready for work tomorrow. No doubt there’ll be another talk before 16th January, the date Lashy casts the spell. Enjoy your Sunday evening and… Have a Song ❤
Sew there you go – last night’s synchromystic fugue through the medium of selfies. Not sure about Lashy’s killing spell, butt… I guess we’ll find out… In the meantime, c/o Cade’s birthday post for his daughter… 18 today 😀
Sew… carrying on from today’s earlier post, and I’d really like to get this one wrapped up before the end the year, let’s take a look at the word ‘bug‘…
“insect, beetle,” 1620s (earliest reference is to bedbugs), of unknown origin, probably (but not certainly) from or influenced by Middle English bugge “something frightening, scarecrow” (late 14c.), a meaning obsolete since the “insect” sense arose except in bugbear (1570s) and bugaboo (q.v.).
Probably connected with Scottish bogill “goblin, bugbear,” or obsolete Welsh bwg “ghost, goblin” (compare Welsh bwgwl “threat,” earlier “fear,” Middle Irish bocanách“supernatural being”). Some speculate that these words are from a root meaning “goat” (see buck (n.1)) and represent originally a goat-like spectre. Compare also bogey (n.1) and Puck. Middle English Dictionary compares Low German bögge, böggel-mann “goblin.” Perhaps influenced in meaning by Old English -budda used in compounds for “beetle” (compare Low German budde “louse, grub,” Middle Low German buddech“thick, swollen”).
In the United States bug is not confined, as in England, to the domestic pest, but is applied to all insects of the Coleoptera order, which includes what in this country are generally called beetles. [Farmer & Henley, “Dictionary of Slang and Colloquial English,” 1912 abridged edition]
Meaning “defect in a machine” (1889) may have been coined c. 1878 by Thomas Edison (perhaps with the notion of an insect getting into the works). Meaning “person obsessed by an idea” (as in firebug“arsonist”) is from 1841, perhaps from notion of persistence. Sense of “microbe, germ” is from 1919.Bugs “crazy” is from c. 1900. Bug juice as a slang name for drink is from 1869, originally “bad whiskey.” The 1811 slang dictionary has bug-hunter “an upholsterer.” Bug-word “word or words meant to irritate and vex” is from 1560s.
As we heard earlier, a pearl is created from a grain of sand or a parasite irritating the fuck out of any oyster…
*/lights up… Yeah and an oyster can irritate the fuck out of you if it’s contaminated with a bug… /puffs…*
The seed of this shamble idea was sown in January 2015 but it started to germinate on this Friday evening just gone…
*/taps ash… Sandy–Hook… /drags… I dunno, Clicky, sounds beachy…*
*/smokes and thinks… We are completely immersed and riddled with bacteria, Clicky… We can’t live without them. They are everywhere and they are invisible…*
Indeed I had contacted my other bestie, Leggy, in January 2015 on a bacteria-related query – he’s a proper microbiologist…
A Void had posted an interesting idea at RedFrank‘s MEROVEE…
*/cough… I couldn’t believe it when I read the link again, Clicky… /pats lips… She starts off talking about archons! …/drags…*
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…
shortsighted.
Library of Libraries 