Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e – the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137 and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see 😉
Following his last missive, Dear Reader, Cade the Okie Devil left a comment which Clicky insisted go up as a post of it’s own…
*Yes, yes, I know… /rolls eyes…*
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I just woke up, was gonna give an early, bleary-eyed re-read, and caught your “Mysterious 137” link that I had not noticed yesterday.
(sorry I missed it yesterday) 😦
Sometimes…we fail. 😦
^deadmau5 – We Fail (Original + Music Video)^
Fy – Feynmanium 137, immediately caught my eye, and some tumblers fell into place.
I gave it a quick read, and some more tumblers fell into place.
1,7 prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
4(000), 8(∞), 10/1(0), 11/(1)(1) prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
I guess if I would read some of this scientific crap here and there, I’d prolly stop stumbling around, but I don’t.
Q: Cade, why do you NOT read scientific papers?
A: Too "trade" oriented. Too much commerce on both the scientific AND business/commerce sides. Too exclusive and exclusionary.
Yeah…it gets nauseating reading all of the “potential applications” and “benefits to mankind” types of crap. Especially when these types of thinking exclude everything else.
Thinking about that now, we really do ride the razor blade on what gets investigated, when, how, and by whom, don’t we?
I guess that’s the problem, or at least a problem…”a benefit to all mankind…(rubs hands together)…and we’re the sole providers of said benefits…heh heh heh!!!”…types of thinking….on all sides…from all perspectives.
EX: You are one of these “radical environmentalists” that I hear about, who is going to get away from it all and live off of the land. You buy 200 acres of land “out in the sticks” @ $1,000 an acre, at a total cost of $200,000 (not including legal fees, taxes, etc.). Coal is discovered on the surrounding plots of land, and a large company swoops in and starts buying land @ $200,000 per acre so they can start strip-mining. You now have a choice…sell your land to the company for $40,000,000, or become an island in the middle of some future barren wasteland.
Q: Why do we as individuals have to think in these terms at all?
A: I dunno either.
But chances are, that you didn’t have the mineral rights to the land you occupy anyway, so the government is prolly gonna step in, make the company pay you back your $200K + some incentive cash, then send you packing.
(0)Gravite(0)…would prolly be an accurate “atomic number” representation for it.
Primarily because you will be able to detect it’s presence, but nothing else.
The best way that I could represent that here in text would be…
)0( or (0) or )0) or (0(
The “(” and “)” characters are going to be your strings. Pointers…if you will.
“0” is going to be either, a Tachyon, a Neutrino, or both…which will give you your “God Particle.”
>0( or (0> or >0) or <0(
Above Is going to be another representational set. Think “strings” and/or “strings with stings”…should help.
What I personally see…is a Tachyon…erm…”creeping in” to devices like The LHC very slowly over time, as the machine itself is built. Gotta keep the mechanics of The Universe and it’s constant motion in mind here. So, in this case, let’s call this particular Tachyon “A Tachyone”…since it’s going to be a single particle of Gravite that is going to be repositioning itself over a very long period of time, undetected and undetectable, repositioning constantly with the aid of it’s part and partner particle(s)…Neutrinos.
SO!!!….once the reactor is complete….you basically have this …(0)… in the proximate position where the first “collision” will take place…even before the machine is turned on.
(Starting to think now about membranes would be a good idea)
These strings outside of our Tachyon are going to direct all kinds of particles in all kinds of directions, at all kinds of speeds and trajectories, again…even before the machine is “actually turned on.” It’s been doing this long before the first bit of ground was broken to build this machine. Now…it’s just going to be a shade more…noticeable and/or detectable.
Holy FUCK!!! I just realized how much I’ve written….sorry Roob….but you prolly get the idea of what I’ve been thinking about over the past few years…and just haven’t had the words and/or balls to come out and say it. But I’ll save my breath here…and I’ll thank you for keeping me on that 137 path. I’ve though about it a lot, just never really associated it with my [1,7], [3,6,9], [0000] sets that I use to mathematically create all other numbers via “my”…
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∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
formula…”angles and trajectories for addition and subtraction via time”
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and
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A->+0+->BA->0+0->BB<-+0+<-AB<-0+0<-A
formula…”wheel of time” (there is a singular representation for this formula, but I cannot duplicate it here due to text’s limitations).
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Yeah…these are both quasi-linear representations, 7 dimensional models that work together to calculate and estimate time based on models that themselves are constantly in motion. They never exclude time because they are dependent on time to function, but they can appear static due to the length of time that they can calculate and the numbers that they can generate…both staggeringly massive and staggeringly missive 😉
So yeah…thanks for the link to the Feynman/137 crap. ❤
^The Prodigy – Out Of Space (Official Video)^
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There you go, Dear Reader, Cade’s comment with Clicky’s added vitamin K…
*’K… /hears knock… Ooh dinner! Clicky, Song… /gets up to answer door…*
— Swedish Canary 🇺🇸🇸🇪 (@SwedishCanary) June 28, 2017
Anyhoo, Leggy has now managed to publish a book a month since Christmas. Well done him! And I really hope he’ll publish one of his own stories in July…
*Knot at all, Clicky, it’s ready… He let me read it… /lights up and exhales… It’s been ready for fucking ages…*
Of course a ‘full house’ isn’t a term in blackjack, but it is one in poke ‘er…
*I guess my shambles can be a bit gaga, Clicky… /bites lip… Oh well, shall we finish up and have a Song?*
If a ghost suddenly appeared in front of you, just to let you personally know, that ghosts are real…
Q: Now what?
A: ...
“Thanks for dropping by Mr or Mrs Ghost!”
"Thanks for the fish."
Not that anything is fishy or anything.
Prolly a hook somewhere tho.
Hmmm....
^Manufacture – Passion For The Future^
So…it appears that “Anonymous” is now in the business of aliens. Not like Anonymous is already a pack of fucking weirdos or anything…but I digress.
Um…I have a question…
Q: What in the FUCK do you mean…by “little microorganisms on a distant moon in our solar system?”
A: ...
Obviously, you either…
A) Cannot believe what you are actually contemplating with respect to the concepts of “size” as it relates to “intelligence” and its “discovery” from the vantage point of humans.
Or…
B) Are trying to get your head wrapped around singularities as it relates to size and/or life, via energy and energies, and all kinds of crazy paths and pathways.
Yeah…think “Land of the Giants” or “Fantastic Voyage”…and that should help you out immensely.
Also…stop relating “life” to or via “intelligence” and it’s trappings.
You as an individual, or even a group…may already be all fucking over these concepts.
But then again…maybe not.
Just sayin'.
Anyway…looking for life under the auspices of determining whether or not they are worthy of the classification …um… scares me. Breaks my heart too…but yeah…it scares me.
^Anonymous believes NASA is poised to announce discovery of aliens^
Um…one other thing?
Q: Who gives a flying fuck if NASA, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life?”
A: ???
Q: Who gives a flying fuck if Anonymous, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life” via NASA or any other source?
A: ???
Man…shit just got complex, eh? All kinds of twists and turns to think about there, eh?
The complexities of politics and political meanderings…all based on a single premise and/or a single viewpoint within a premise.
So...yeah...power.
Isn’t it a fair assumption, for anyone who goes into politics/is elected to office, to assume that whatever is currently in place is how things are supposed to be? The voters sure appear to think that way. God forbid any changes are made. Not that the purpose of government is to change things or anything.
Q: I wonder if the purpose of government is to keep things the same?
A: ???
Maybe we get to make those decisions ourselves, when, and if, the opportunity presents itself.
^Der Böse Mann – Kommt Mit Mir (1990)^
Got another popup on my computer from ZoneAlarm firewall today. It’s pretty much what inspired me to write all the crap I’ve already written today, as well as what I am writing now.
I wrote recently about a popup I got from ZoneAlarm sometime back…and how confusing it was to get the popup, and how confusing the message that I got within the popup was to me.
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First popup is below, and I got it back on May 15th of this year…
Q1: Which of your employees posed for the above pic?
A1: ?!?!?
Q2: Does this “creepy looking individual” that works for you have access to, erm, “questionable technologies?”
A2: ?
Q3: What do you have against hoodies and laptops?
A3:
The guy is prolly just playing Diablo.
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Second popup is below, and I got it earlier today – Jun 29, 2017…
Le yikes. News I don’t want…via a software company.
I guess they are getting ready to expand to new markets.
Am I now supposed to look this bullshit claim up via some real and/or fake news source and verify it? If your software needs some kind of upgrade to combat this whatever it is, should I contemplate another software provider?
Meh…that’d be foolish. Prolly all owned by the same parent-company anyway.
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This is the update window that I’ve been getting for the past 4-6 months.
My bitch with this popup…is…that is ALWAYS steals focus. No matter WHAT IN THE FUCK IS RUNNING OR WHAT I AM DOING…it steals focus and forces itself to the foreground. It’s pissed me off so bad, that I have refused to update.
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“Security Software” keeps users honest. Yeah…users. It’s a constant reminder as to what you are downloading, from where, and where you go and what you do. If someone wants into your computer and/or network…they are going to get in…and there is nothing you can do about it.
^Numb – Lies^
I guess that software updates are now news channels.
“The second in the last two months?”
I know that I already ranted about this above…but to think that a software company is now going to start either A )quoting third-party news sources, or B) acting as a first party news source on THEIR schedule instead of mine? FUCK THAT and FUCK YOU!!! If I want news of ANY kind(s)…I’ll find it myself, you pretentious fucks.
Yeah...I realize you don't care.There's a sucker born every minute...right?
^Ionic Vision – Drive^
Roob pointed out yesterday that this Tuesday is Independence Day. I’ve not really thought about this particular holiday much over the past few years. It used to be a day or weekend at the lake shooting fireworks and drinking beer…or grilling outside and getting drunk. There’s a country club right up the street that always has a professional fireworks show. Which is weird that they can shoot all the fireworks that they want…but average citizens…cannot.
The signs went up around here a few weeks ago.
They are HUGE signs, and simply say…
NO FIREWORKS!!!
NO GUNFIRE!!!
Yep…these signs are in both English AND Spanish.
Now…I wonder why that would be?
You don’t have bilingual street signs helping all people(s) on their way, but you put up bilingual signs on the street telling us what we cannot do.
Sorry political peeps…but it’s kindof a “Mexican Thang” to fire guns on Independence Day here in this neck of the woods in the USA.
Weird...eh?
Bunch of dirty, filthy, Mexican and Hispanic scumbags…celebrating…American Independence.
Guns or no guns…that concept alone is weird enough.
Add the thought of “celebrating independence with firearms“…and shit suddenly gets all kinds of sideways.
^Interactive – No Control 1990^
We’ve been through this nonsense before.
“I, as a white, gun-toting, God-fearing American…celebrate my freedom and independence with and via firearms, on every day of the year…except…July 4th. Every other day of the year, I carry a gun to celebrate my freedom…but NOT on July 4th.”
<yawn>
I guess this concept is about to rear it’s head again. I remember it from back in the 1970’s when we had a HUGE influx of Hispanics flowing through Texas looking for work. Many if not most, were migrant farm workers who were being put out of work by farms going bust just about everywhere. Most of these migrants were headed north into Oklahoma and Kansas, or coming into Texas from the west to head back south.
I got all kinds of stories that I could tell about that time and those goings on…but I’m not gonna tell em here.
^Front 242 Masterhit^
I guess that I am trying to get my head wrapped around what announcements, of any type, really mean anymore. NASA could announce that they’ve found a planet that is made entirely of diamonds…and it really doesn’t mean a thing to me. Not that they’ve already done that or anything, and not that I am complacent or dead in the heart. I just don’t think that announcements regarding “life elsewhere in The Universe” will come from some human government entity, irrespective of the country of origin.
I view “alien life” in much the same way that I view God/the gods. If they are there, and they drop by for a visit, they are fully capable of deciding how best to make their presence known. May take them a while to figure out how to do that, but yeah…prolly ain’t gonna come from some government that no one trusts. Maybe there is something to be learned there regarding the concepts of trust and self-trust.
^Bigod 20 – America^
Yeah…if little microscopic aliens showed up in some little microscopic spaceships…we might wanna think/rethink some of these thoughts that we have regarding size and sizes, and what those concepts really mean. Especially if these little fucks are mean little shits, here to bask their tiny little spaceships in our Pineal Gland goop.
They’ll be tripping balls, firing their lasers and shit for some intergalactic rave in our brain sacks…and shit might get a little kookie and out of control. I mean, not that I’ve been thinking about the concept of singularities over the last few years, and maybe some of the things that they can be.
But some of the concepts that I’ve pondered are fucking mind-bendingly…erm…mind-bending. Microscopic and even smaller particles, that move so ridiculously fast through space, spaces and time, that they can be in two places at the same time. Not only that, but they can move to a third location so ridiculously fast, that there is no way for you to quantify that they have moved at all, save for the events that transpire after-the-fact, that show that they did indeed move.
^SOLARIS – Revenge (Aggrotech,Harsh EBM, Terror EBM)^
Now…you are probably wondering…
Q: How can that be? How can they be here, and not there, and yet here and there at the same time?
A: ???!!!???!!!???
Welp…that’s really pretty easy. Because the question becomes, what are they doing here, and what did they do there? Yeah…event driven based on will and wills amongst intent and intentions.
EX:
Q: Are you at (a singularity) at the stoplight that is 10 miles from here? A: No.
Q: Can you make a piece of paper blow down the sidewalk that is next to this light? A: Yes.
Q: When? A: I just did.
To the observer who sees this piece of paper suddenly move, their heart is prolly gonna skip a beat. Maybe this singularity will drop by to check and make sure you aren’t having a fucking heart attack or passing out from being freaked the fuck out.
Point being, that these…erm…entities…are always moving so incredibly fast, that most of the time it appears that they are not moving at all. This is because they can be virtually anywhere and everywhere, or even nowhere…all at the same time.
Q: Sound familiar?
A: ???
Still too much of a stretch for ya? (pun not intended, but noted)
Let’s try this then…
^Valium Era – FCUK YOU^
Let’s imagine that there are in fact, two Universes, and not one.
Let’s imagine these two Universes as being side by side.
Imagine placing two bowling balls side by side.
Outside of these two Universes…is…erm…we’ll just say “the entity that created them”, and this entity is able to move and manipulate these two Universes at will.
0<---Universe A | Universe B --->0
Now…this entity, does not reside in gravity in the contextual way that we do…so they are gonna flip flop these Universes.
0<---Universe B | Universe A --->0
Yep…just that quickly.
Now…
Q: How fast did Universe A appear to be moving to observers in Universe B, an vice-versa?
A: ???
I’m gonna take a guess here, and say “infinitely fast.”
But to the entity that moved them, in relativistic terms, these Universes were only moved 3 feet.
There was no ill effects on either Universe, nor the environment(s) outside of them.
The entity that moved them, saw the opportunity to move these two, within a time frame, where moving them would have no ill-effect on either, and moved them.
So yeah…knowing a bit about environment and environments, and keeping the quantum and it’s contents contextual, allows you to do all kinds of crazy shit that seems impossible.
BUT! That’s how we learn.
Pathways of all kinds.
^!Bang Elektronika – Ich Bin So Atzend!^
Maybe that’ll open the door a little better to wormholes, what they are, and why they are.
Assuming that they actually are…that is.
^KMFDM – A Drug Against War.mpg^
I guess another good way to visualize this concept, would be to take one of the bowling balls, and shove drinking straws through them. This might help a little bit in visualizing the way and ways that energy and energies transition space and spaces.
As you push these drinking straws through, from one side to the other, and out, they are going to appear to achieve some ridiculously fast speeds, and create some massive energies…and they can and do.
But what about when the straws stop moving?
Yeah…as in…you push the straw only so far in, then stop.
If you think about both ends of the straw, where they were, to where they are, from beginning to end of the movement of the straw, that might help a little bit with respect to relativity and simultaneousness. ESPECIALLY as these concepts relate to other concepts like “spooky action at a distance” and other whacked out and weird concepts.
If you never NEVER EVER forget…where we are, and what is going on here and now…and how gentle The Universe is treating us and treats us…maybe some of these concepts won’t be so freaky and scary.
Yeah…context.
Time is...erm...weird.
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^
Roob did such a great job at adding pics on the last whatever turned missive…that I’m gonna let her add pics to this one if she wants to.
OH! If you wanna find some of the freaky stuff that I find on Google Images, go to Google images, and search for…(don’t use the quotes, or you can if you want to, whatevz)
*Belaythat Song, Clicky… Cade has sent some more…*
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Roob just mentioned via Twitter that she was about to start formatting the newest whatever I sent her last night, and I asked her if I could add a paragraph. She replied “no worries”…so…here we go.
Today is Friday, and I read a bit of my today’s repost of crap from back in December of 2015. In it, I espouse a rather fantastic claim of being able to unite divided scientific disciplines into a unified theory under a united umbrella.
You divided this shit up in the first place.
Is it my fault that…
A) You cannot piece back together the shit you tore apart in the first place?
B) I can piece the shit you tore apart back together?
I think that as long as you remain uni-perspective based, you are gonna stumble.
I also think that as long as you remain objectives based under the auspices of a single objective, you are gonna stumble.
Everything is already connected and together.
Tearing something apart, even under the auspices of “so that you can better understand how is was connected in the first place” is no guarantee that you will find what you are looking for.
Especially when you consistently forgo the changes that are transpiring in the midst of the change and changes that you are making…thinking that this has no effect on outside events, irrespective of how you qualify your efforts.
“Impact via size and sizing/limiting” is a big one within science.
How ironic...eh?
I get the feeling that there were no limits placed on the original design of our Universe. Hence…
1) You will never find what you are looking for using the methods and means you are using.
2) If you set your mind to actually finding what you are looking for, you will HAVE to go all the way.
Decimation (Latin: decimatio; decem = “ten”) was a form of military discipline used by senior commanders in the Roman Army to punish units or large groups guilty of capital offences, such as mutiny or desertion. The word decimation is derived from Latin meaning “removal of a tenth”. The procedure was a pragmatic attempt to balance the need to punish serious offences with the realities of managing a large group of offenders.
In two days, it will be the 10th anniversary of the UK ban on smoking in enclosed spaces and the Guardian wants us to share…
*They can fuck RIGHT off, Clicky… /lights up… They and the rest of the wanky MSM have been poxy cheerleaders for Tobacco Control and their crackpot, fear-mongering ideas…*
I’m not inclined to give the Guardian much of anything; I’d much rather share with you, Dear Reader…
‘Tell us a little more about your relationship with smoking’
‘Please tell us about your memories of the smoking ban in 2007’
It passed me by, I am ashamed to say. I didn’t really go to pubs, except for work, entertaining clients, so I didn’t twig at the time as to just how draconian it would turn out…
*Oh come on, Clicky! Who fucking watches adverts? …/puffs…*
‘What impact has the ban had on you in the years that have passed since?’
Let’s see… */thinks…* Thoughtful Man’s business suffered badly as our town’s nightlife dwindled, so… financially poorer. I fell out with my Boss over the ban and eventually had to leave my job… */sigh…* Yeah, definitely poorer. Butt… I discovered the Internet, oh, and I joined I.S.I.S… Which is somewhat ironic…
‘How do you feel about the ban now, in 2017?’
Apart from the unshakable feeling that though the War was won, the battle had just begun..? I can only imagine the Romans would dream of being as ruthlessly effective as the Tobacco Control Terrorists… Decimation? Try 1 in 5…
I’d been thinking about writing again on The Fourth Turning when Thoughtful Man sent me a video yesterday morning via Arse-about-Face Book. It showed one Millennial dissecting the views of another…
The Millennial Generation (Hero, born 1982–2004) first arrived amid “Babies on Board” signs, when abortion and divorce rates ebbed, the popular culture recast babies as special, and hands-off parental styles were replaced by Lamaze and attachment-parenting obsessiveness. Child abuse and child safety became hot topics, while books teaching virtues, values, and team-playing citizenship became best-sellers.
Perhaps that explains…
signal (n.) late 14c., “visible sign, indication,” from Old French signal, seignal“seal, imprint, sign, mark,” from Medieval Latin signale“a signal,” from Late Latin signalis (adj.) “used as a signal, pertaining to a sign,” from Latin signum“identifying mark, sign” (see sign (n.)). Restricted sense “agreed-upon sign” (to commence or desist, etc.) is from 1590s. Meaning “modulation of an electric current” is from 1855.
When I think of the previous Hero generation (born 1901 – 1924) that came of age during the last Fourth/Winter/Crisis Turning (1929 – 1945)…
*Hmm… anything on ‘values from 80 years ago, Clicky?*
*Interesting. How about child safety?*
*Ha!*
As Millennials began reaching their teens in the late 1990s, youth volunteering and community service surged—while teen rates of drinking, smoking, and violent crime declined steeply.
Appeasement didn’t work before, it’s doubtful it will work any better this time and I have to wonder what effect the hyperbolic Health education campaigns started the 1980s to protect ‘the children’ by ‘denormalising‘ smoking has had to the Heroes of today and their ability to accurately assess risk…
Enough of cowards for tonight, Dear Reader. Have a Song…
I thought that today I would start with a Song, Dear Reader, as this post will feature an extract from the scribblings mum was writing for me and my sister Juju before she died. It’s about her mother, Eileen… my Nanny Packer…
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Extract from ‘A Family History for Ruth and Julia (Gawd ‘Elp Us!**)’, a.k.a. ‘The Ma Papers’ by Judith Eileen Newton (formerly Shewan, née Packer)
Now comes the hard part, my immediate family. Do I write nicely or do I write warts and all?
What can I say about Eileen? My Mum was a lovely lady even though I had loads of ups and downs with her. She was funny and intelligent and very obstinate. In a way I feel that she was held down all her life, and had quite a big chip on her shoulder because of it. She was the second eldest daughter and because Mary, the eldest, was living with her Grandmother (referred to as Grammum), a lot was put on Eileen’s shoulders work-wise; she felt that she had been a skivvy all her life.
She always believed she was plain and Ann, who was born only ten months after her, was the pretty one, getting more attention than her. She remembers that she was bony and never smiled, and that Ann was cuddly and fluffy, using her charms to get out of doing things.
Nanny Alger kept having children so the brunt of the work fell onto Eileen. She gave birth to fourteen children but Eileen remembers her mother as always being pregnant. There were several miscarriages and often Eileen was sent off to the chemist with a note, a shilling and a cup. She would bring back some liquid for her mother to take. Although she never knew what it was, I think it was a substance called ‘slippery elm‘, which was an age old remedy for unwanted pregnancies (it was still around when I was fertile I never had to take it because the pill was out but it might still be around now).
I just watched an episode of ‘Rome‘ and I believe that was what was used on a poor lady so it probably used for hundreds of years.
Eileen left school at 14 years old and went to work at Peek Freans. Apparently the factory came to the school to see all the girls and took them all on to work at the factory, which was in Drummond Road. Then they sacked all the 18 year olds because they had to pay adult rates at 18, replacing them with 14 year olds. People say ‘the good old days’ but imagine having no security or education, and knowing that you were like cattle rather than individuals.
Incidentally they had no secondary schools or further education in those days unless you had money. You started school at 5, if your parents were that way inclined, and left at 14. The boys, if they were lucky, were taken on as apprentices and parents had to sign papers called indentures (no, Julia, nothing to do with teeth lol). They had to work for the employers for 5 years and then they had an exam to prove that they were qualified in their skills, before being sent into the big wide world to ply their trade. A carpenter or electrician or tailor would take a new boy on every year. Those boys and their parents considered themselves lucky if they were indentured. And you can see how women were kept down – the only choice was factory work, maids, or waitressing. Remember it was not that long after women’s suffrage.
Because of the area they lived in was right on the docks, lots of the boys’ dads were dockers or stevedores, and they had to have a ticket to work. It was always a foregone conclusion that the a boy would get a job in the docks if his father worked there, as it was usually kept in the family. Funnily enough none of Granddad Alger’s sons wanted to work in the docks.
God I do digress
Eileen for some reason was not put on the production line but in the kitchen of the staff canteen. I think it was because of Aunt Mary, who already worked there – she pulled strings through her husband and got Eileen an easier job (I would rather be on the production line any day). I think it was because Mary thought they would get more to eat if Eileen was in the kitchen because food a home was not plentiful; adequate but certainly not plentiful.
Can you imagine living in a house that was straining at the seams and just Granddad Alger Working? You had a breakfast and an evening meal. No crisps, no chocolate bars, no fizzy drinks. Life was barren, but fortunately Eileen would buy 6 penny worth of broken biscuits, the only luxury.
Eileen had no choice: Nanny Alger was dependent on her wages and that’s how life was in those days. She carried on for a couple of years and then one day she prepared prunes and custard for afters, and instead of prunes she opened a tin of pickled walnuts and served them up with custard. She got the sack. She was coming up to 18 anyway, so got herself a job with J Lyons and Co as a waitress. In those days Joe Lyons had a tea shop in every high street, and he also had posh tea shops in the West End called Corner Houses. The high street shops were very reasonable.
Ordinary people used them all the time if they had the money, but the Corner Houses were special for high days and holidays. You could walk through the ground floor and posh sales assistants would sell you special handmade chocolates, beautiful gateaux and deli like smoke salmon and such. Even when I was a teenager they were still around but they were self service places by then.
The waitresses were called ‘Nippies‘ because they gave fast and quick service (take that how you will), and Eileen was fast, so was quickly promoted to Gold Star Waitress. She was sent all over the country, wherever she was needed. She even went on a course in Jersey somewhere. She was born in 1910 and in those days manpower was cheap and service was expected at all times. She even served at the Ideal Home Exhibition when Edward the 8th came for the opening.
There was not a lot to do in those days for leisure except going to the pictures, parading up and down looking good, and the odd, rare dance. Eileen was really into fashion and always had her clothes made in the East End, but she said she always got the rough boy and Ann got the handsome one. The pictures of her show her looking very smart and she was good looking, but she never smiled and it makes her look standoffish.
Funny but I always had the same problem, people in the street would say to me, “cheer up it might never happen!” when I was perfectly happy and not aware I looked miserable. Julia is the same – we have just got miserable faces, I suppose. Ruth on the other hand lives in a world of her own and is totally oblivious to anybody even calling out…
I have another post brewing on The Fourth Turning, Dear Reader, so will be back soon with that. In the meantime, do enjoy the flowers placed on the sidebar, sent from The Okie Devil, as described in his last missive…
… Cade has sent through another missive, detailing an unexpected invitation and a visit a cemetery… Enjoy! 😀
*******
WHAZZUP?!?!?!?!???
^twenty one pilots: Stressed Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
Was just cruising Craigslist for jobs.
Was just thinking.
I spend $24 a week on snuff/tobacco.
DUDE! That’s $96 a month that you, as an unemployed loser, would have in your pocket if you stopped chewing tobacco.
Q: What about those 30 days? Where would they be?
A: ???
30 days time 24 hours = 720 hours.
720 hours = 43,200 minutes.
Q: What’s your time worth to you?
A: ?¿?
Q: Since when did my time become your time?
A: ¿?¿
Q: Does that make your time my time?
A: ¿¿¿
Got the time?
^Depeche Mode – Policy Of Truth [Beat Box Mix]^
I actually wrote the above thought last week. Today is Wednesday June 21st. It’s 08:45 in the morning on an extremely blue day.
The Crepe Myrtles are blooming like crazy. Two pinks, and two purples. One of the purples is so ridiculously deep, I shake the tree slightly so that some of the blooms will fall among the grass, and the purple contrasts with the green that is absolutely beautiful in the bright sun. Hell, it’s beautiful on an overcast day as well. It almost glows. Whodathunk that a deep purple and a deep green would contrast on a cloudy day to create something that glows?
Anyway, across the street, there are neighbors that have some of these same trees that are various reds, and further down, there are some whites, a blue. When they come out…the entire street looks absolutely stunning. I mean, yeah…it’s still the ghetto
…full of illegal immigrants,
white trash,
niggers,
terrorists,
drug addicts,
unemployed losers who are sucking the government tit dry
and other various assorted hood-rats...
but not everyone can be you.
^Information Society – What’s On Your Mind (Pure Energy) (Club Mix)^
So…dude…why are you writing…yet again…instead of shutting the FUCK up and leaving?
Things change mang and/or mangette.
Such as…yesterday, I received an unexpected phone call. Yeah, all phone calls I receive are unexpected, but this one was from my mother. Yesterday was my younger sister’s birthday, and I had texted her earlier to wish her an HBD, so I figure that her and my mother prolly spoke and there was a comment to the effect of…
“Junebug texted me to wish me a happy birthday…do ya’ll ever talk?”
…hence
…big mamma called me.
But it gets weird from there.
^The Terminator Theme (1984) Live Cover^
I dropped by CFrank Davis’ new Smoky-Drinky chatroom and irritated the fuck out of everyone with my spitting and ugly-assed face. I didn’t even think about it until Frank made a recording of it…at which point I realized that the mic from my headset is right by my goddamn pie-hole, and I’m spitting into a cup. I must admit that the reverb was/is amazing.
Lolz
Anyway…watching that guy play the theme from The Terminator movie in the video above, and thinking about telling people what they can and cannot do…it got me to thinking about things that we do that we may not realize that we do. Especially if it is something that we do that someone else does NOT do, or maybe even something that they also do…they just do it differently.
Spitting…for example. Everyone spits at some point.
OH! You don’t?
Quick Observation: It says RIGHT FUCKING THERE on the toothpaste tube label…’Do not swallow’.
You might wanna read the label, chief.
The short being…yeah…I guess you do spit afterall.
I spit quite a bit, and not just because I chew tobacco. Meaning: I spit a lot, and don’t drink much. I will sometimes keep snuff in my mouth most of the day, and do not drink while I have a wad of tobacco in my mouth.
But then again…I have difficulty with swallowing. My mouth and throat are pretty much devoid of much of the machinery that aids with the mastication and swallowing process(es)…but you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, why would you? You’re only worried about my spit when in comes out. You couldn’t give a shit about any of my difficulties, so long as they are “my difficulties” and not “your difficulties.”
^Level 42 – Something About You – Razormaid ( Remastered )^
Just thinking about how to better describe elements as facilitators of energy, and not so much as sources of energy, in the way we like to think of them. Reason being is that I see the creation of large tympanic/temp-panic types of membranes at points of collision, within some of these reactions, that are being generated by high energy machines.
And I'm not just talking about colliders and/or accelerators, nor even explosive devices.
And what I have been seeing more and more is a 4-pointed star embedded within a torus. I think what is being missed, is that for every calculation “inside” as to the resulting set and sets, is the calculations “outside”, that make the resulting set and sets calculations inside…possible. Not trying to be vague there, but I have no idea how else to describe it.
For every single calculation set for a specified purpose, is a coexisting secondary set that makes the calculation of the first set possible.
Layers. Does that help?
^Trentemøller: Moan (Official music video)^
MA: I was going to drive and and visit your uncle’s grave this afternoon. You wanna ride along?
CADE: Sure.
MA: Really?!?!? You do?!?!?
CADE: Yesssss….
MA: Well…um…ok…that’s…good. Are you dressed?
CADE: No. I’m sitting here naked.
MA: …
CADE: Yes mother…I am in fact…dressed/wearing clothes.
MA: OK…well…um…I’m still getting dressed and putting my makeup on.
CADE: Just tell me a time, and I’ll be ready.
It’s about 20 miles out to the cemetery where he is buried. She said that she had not been out to visit in a while, and also needed to check as to the location of 4 additional plots that she owns in this particular cemetery, as she is going to sell them.
CADE: These 4 plots are not currently occupied…right?
MA: They better not be.
I had my smartass on the whole way out there, and we laughed and cutup at the usual stupidity and ridiculousness of life. She couldn’t remember which road to exit on, so every single road that passed, she was SURE that we had missed the exit.
CADE: You know mom…that’s the good thing about panic. It teaches us how not to.
MA: I’M NOT PANICKING!!!
CADE: Whatever you say.
MA: <laughs>
CADE: At every exit missed, there is another exit down the line. We can turn around.
MA: Actually, I think it’s further up. I don’t think we’ve missed the exit.
CADE: Well, if we have missed the exit, at least there’s been no shortage of exits we’ve missed.
MA: I was just really surprised that you wanted to come out here with me.
CADE: Why is that?
MA: I don’t know. I just figured you wouldn’t want to come.
CADE: So what are you planning on doing out here today with these 4 grave sites you own? Are you gonna put up a sign that says “COMING SOON!!!” or something?
MA: <laughs>…noooooo…I just want to know where they are. I don’t know where they are. I want to be able to advertise where they are.
CADE: Sounds like a good policy to have with respect to unoccupied graves that potentially could have your name on them…not knowing where they are.
MA: We bought them, me and your father did, to have in the event that someone died and had no place to be buried.
CADE: Smart thinking. I’m glad they remain open and unoccupied.
I sure hope that I personally have not been a disappointment in that regard.
^Boston 168 – Oblivion [ODDEVEN004]^
The conversation in this Smoky-Drinky chatroom has been quite good, I think. I prefer to listen more than speak, but yeah…damned interesting stuff. Lots of people trying to figure shit out. But I have noticed lots of numbers being used within the context of certain scopes. Percentages. Odds. Averages. Lotta columns to think about there. I wonder if they’ll stand? LET’S SEE!!!
1 = 1.
500,000 = 1.
73% = 1.
27% = 1.
100% = 1.
1 v 1
Yep...that's all there is.
Mystery = WHATEVER!Let’s Us Continue, Eh?
^ROYKSOPP – What Else Is There (trentemoller remix)^
We spent about 30 minutes wandering through the cemetery in the hot afternoon sun looking for my uncle’s grave. Watching my mom hobble around on her bum foot eventually got to be too much for me, and I suggested maybe that she wander her hobbly-footed ass back to the car, drive up to the information center, and they should be able to point us to within 1/2 mile or so of his approximate location. Not that I minded wandering through the cemetery. I read many of the names aloud as I read and pondered the lives that lay before my feet.
Many years, and many miles traveled. Many promises of “together forever” on many of these tombstones. However, I started to notice a trend of many “side-by-side” types of graves, that one side had an “occupied” and one side had a “reserved”, that appeared as tho it was always going to remain empty. There was a name and a birth date, but no death date. I started to crunch some numbers in my head, based on the birth dates, odds of still living, odds of remarrying or finding someone else in life, and then started to make mental notes as to just how many of these spaces there were…and there were a LOT of them. An unusually high amount of them considering the smallness of this particular cemetery.
I guess maybe we do stumble across others sometimes in life. I don’t think that is a bad thing. Then again, I just celebrated 2 months of being divorced. Not that I am looking for anyone, but I am certainly not NOT looking…just…whatever or something.
/shrug
^Get Far – Shining Star (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
So…my dad is a Leo, mom = Taurus.
Dad born on 8-8, older sister died on 8-8.
There are 365 days in a year. What are the odds that a daughter dies on the same day her father was born? What if they both died of cancer? What the FUCK does cancer have to do with someone’s birthday?
I just remember how cold it was the day that we buried my uncle back in 1999. He died on Elvis Presley’s birthday…January 8th. Weird considering that my uncle was a HUGE Elvis fan. He had loads of rock-n-roll records from the 1950’s, and played a large role in introducing me to music from that period of time, when most of my other musical relatives had moved on to The Who, The Beatles and Pink Floyd. I personally like music from the 1960’s and early 1970’s…but I also hate it. I attribute most of the music from that period…not to love…but to violence.
Q: I wonder how much information weighs?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?!?
Yeah…I wonder how much information weighs. Gotta keep that contextual, since we are entities residing in gravity. Or, at least, residing within an arc of gravity that makes gravity a little more contextually pertinent, applicable and tangible.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (All Out Remix)^
MA: You are?!?!?
CADE: Yeah. Leaving next Monday. Whatshername is driving up to Oklahoma to go gambling, and I’ve asked her if she would drop me in Gainsville on her way up.
MA: Where are you going?
CADE: West.
MA: Do you have somewhere to go?
CADE: Yeah…west.
Ma: I mean…do you have somewhere to stay? A job opportunity?
CADE: Just looking. I wanna drop by Vernon and say hi to Granny before I head out further west. I may even head by Frederick since I’ve never been back there.
MA: Junior…I’ve been planning a trip to Vernon and Frederick for some time.
CADE: You have?
MA: Yes. I’m writing my memoirs. “So-and-so” and her daughter still live in Vernon, and they’ve been pestering me for some time to come and visit.
CADE: Oh really? I didn’t know she was still alive. Her daughter is about my age isn’t she?
MA: No, I think she was your older sister’s age.
CADE: Ah. Well…I seem to remember her now. Her husband is the one that had every disease known to mankind isn’t he?
MA: Yes. They did all kinds of testing and treatments and radical new therapy types on him.
CADE: He was a State Trooper as I recall.
MA: Until he couldn’t meet the physical requirements. Then county sheriff. Local police.
CADE: Anyone that would take him within his profession/trade and skill set.
We always had a lot of law enforcement types in and around our family. Lots of guns, lots of former military, lots of crazy stories. Prolly why I liked that movie “No Country For Old Men” so much. It’s setting in time brings back a lot of memories of violence in a violent time. Weird time for a kid to grow up in. Lots of movements and moving, lots of clashes and clashing.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^
CADE: OH SHIT!!! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!
MA: Yeah…she was next in line for the inheritance, and she never had any children of her own. All of her children were adoptive children from her husband who already had children, got divorced, then remarried you great-aunt.
CADE: OMG!!! lolz…and all of the adopted children got all of the money, and all of the “family” children were left with nothing. lolz…I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that!!!
MA: There was a lot of turmoil. Lots of bitterness.
CADE: The kids of the kids felt that she should be excluded, because she had no children “of her own.” And if she died…
MA: All rights and monies died with her, and all rights and future monies became property of the corporation.
CADE: I remember all of that bickering and fighting.
MA: Do you remember that money I gave you a few years ago?
CADE: Wasn’t it like…$1,200? No…wait…
MA: I think each one of the children got a little under $400 each. It was a little under $1,200 total.
Cade: Yeah…that’s right. I remember that. It wasn’t much, but we needed it and it was welcome.
MA: I think that your great-aunt was getting somewhere around $100,000 every 3 years from the oil company.
CADE: That’s not very much considering what the oil companies were making.
MA: That’s still a lot of money.
Cade: Yeah…but so what. It’s all gone.
Not much of a trickle down from those who came before me. And yeah, it would have been cool to have a check for 5 billion dollars to suddenly appear in the mail. But I’m looking at the legacy aspect from a perspective that many don’t share. Which is weird, considering sharing is always on the minds of those who want me to share THEIR opinion and views on things. I mean, I see your point. I see your opinion. I understand it. I just do not agree that you opinion is right for me personally. Do you REALLY not see the irony in what you are asking of me, and yet refusing to give/provide in return?
MA: You know…she was a “black sheep.”
CADE: No she wasn’t. She wasn’t an actual <family name withheld>…she married into the family.
MA: No…she didn’t.
CADE: That’s what she told me when I spoke to her. Hell…I met her online, and contacted her via email to help her fill in some of the gaps in the family tree she was building online.
MA: Well…it turns out that she was an honest to goodness <family name withheld>…but she was…um…
CADE: A bastard?
MA: <sheepishly> The result of an extra-marital affair.
CADE: HOLY SHIT!!! That’s AWESOME!!! It all makes fucking sense now!!! THAT’S why she was so fucking interested in her “married-into side” of the family!!! It WAS her family…but they rejected her!!! SHE’S THE OTHER BLACK SHEEP!!!
MA: She’s dead now.
CADE: <thinking silently to self> No she isn’t. ❤
Thanks for everything you told me <name withheld>…I will do all I can to carry that information well.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (Mulder Exclusive Mix)^
CADE: So…mom…how does it feel to be 80 years ancient?
MA: You know that your aunt is 80 today?
CADE: OMG!!! I forgot that her and <sister’s name withheld> shared a birthday.
MA: She’s 80 today.
CADE: Doesn’t look a day under 130.
MA: <laughs> When have you seen her?
CADE: lolz…20 years ago?
MA: Her husband has Alzheimer’s you know.
CADE: I did not know that. Or maybe I just don’t remember. <har>
MA: And so-and-so has dementia. He still works as an attorney…but he has dementia. And so-and-so and their kids live up north now. They all play music.
CADE: That’s cool.
MA: You know that so-and-so and her family are here in Dallas now.
CADE: How in the hell would I know that? I don’t talk to anyone/no one talks to me.
MA: You don’t ever check the web?
CADE: I’ve not been on my Facebook page in years. No one cares. And that’s OK. Everyone has their own lives /shrug
MA: Oh…they do to care.
CADE: Weird. You know…I’m stupid…so…there’s that.
MA: You aren’t stupid. You are like your father…smart, have a big heart, and funny.
CADE: Um…how many sons do you have. Cause I KNOW you aren’t talking about me.
MA: I only have one son…SON…and that’s you.
CADE: Lucky you. Thanks for the compliments mom ❤
MA: Are you really leaving? What are you gonna do?
CADE: Mom…I cannot tell you what I don’t know. I also cannot tell you what I DO know over the course of a few sentences, any better or more thoroughly than I’ve already done. I’ve been planning this departure for quite some time. I have no answers for you.
MA: I don’t understand how you expect to survive.
CADE: Neither do I. BUT!!! I do expect to survive regardless of the how’s. I’ll figure it out.
MA: Can I hug you?
CADE: No.
We hugged, I told her to keep me posted on her Vernon trip, let me know before Monday.
MA: Why is she dropping you off in Gainsville?
CADE: Because I don’t want to be walking on the fucking psychopathic highways and byways of Dallas fucking Texas, and get murdered by a fucking car…again. The further I can get away from Dallas…the better.
MA: OK.
She handed me a $20 bill, which I accepted.
It was a great time.
I am thankful for it.
^depeche mode – the things you said (1987)^
So…we’ve got a big-assed membrane that somehow develops in an area proximate to where there are certain..erm…goings on…if you will.
Q: How does something…just…materialize?!?!?!?
A: Gee...I dunno. How does something just...materialize?
Anyway…yeah…when you start getting angular and less “3-dimensional” in a 7-dimensional space…suddenly…you can have energies traversing HUGE distances in some extremely short periods of time. Vast distances, at ridiculous speeds, that make absolutely no sense whatsoever within the frameworks of your theories, laws, and calculations.
Q: Seeing a trend yet?
A: ?!?!?
I’m just wondering how in the FUCK you expect me to talk specifics in a space such as the one that we are currently occupying. YEAH DUMBASS!!! THIS BLOCK OF SPACE RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!! HOW IN THE FUCK CAN I CRAM THE MECHANICS OF ALL EXISTENCE INTO THIS SPACE RIGHT…FUCKING…HERE?!?!?!?! I have no idea what your questions are. The best I can do, is forgo questions in their entirety, and tell you what I know. As a result … yeah … generalities … and a fucking FUCKTON of them.
EX: Do you like to fuck?
Me neither.
Let’s fuck and see what we can do to remedy this fucking issue with respect to not enjoying something that prolly should be enjoyable.
I’ll try and be good at it.
Hell…we may even like it.
😛
(no promises tho)
^ATTLAS – I Need You More^
Chances.
Chances…and taking them.
What are the odds?
Keep them in the 1 v 1 realms, and suddenly, the odds go out the fucking window.
50/50 = 1 v 1
Q: Which one do you want?
A: …
^ATTLAS Bloom EP: Overture^
If you want assurances and surety…I suggest you go take a piss.
Q: Did the urine land where you directed it?
A: ???
I doubt that any of it wound up on the ceiling unless you specifically and intentionally directed it there. There may have been some small bits that may have not gone EXACTLY where you wanted them to go…but wasn’t there toilet paper available to deal with these?
Which…that reminds me of something I once saw written on a bathroom wall above a urinal…
No matter how, you shake and dance…
The last two drops, are going in your pants.
Yeah…the fact that you have a bathroom/toilet to piss in, and that bathroom is located within a house that allows you the privacy to piss in privacy that is extra extra private and secure? Good for you. I hope everything comes out OK. 😉
^Lane 8 – Fingerprint^
This new wrinkle of my mother writing her memoirs and planning a trip along the some of same lines that I am about to travel…puts a fucking knot in my head.
She offered to drive me there. Asked me if I wanted to tag along on her trip. Which I wouldn’t mind doing…but I have no idea when she is planning to go. I had no idea that she quit her job as church pianist two months ago. But then again, why would I? We don’t talk much on the phone…and when we do…it’s all about assurances and plans and planning and planning for the future, and being better prepared and all kinds of shit that doesn’t always jibe with me in the way that she thinks it should. I mean…what in the FUCK am I going to do with some giant pile of money when I am 70 years old, and too busted up and fucked up to spend it in a way that was enjoyable?
That was the point in saving it…right? So you could retire, relax, and enjoy the good life? Well…what about all of that shit that you missed while preparing to enjoy life?
MA: I was a terrible mother.
CADE: Um…no you weren’t.
MA: Yes I was. I was a witch. Violent and angry.
CADE: You aren’t now.
MA: But I was then.
CADE: Then isn’t now.
MA: I know that, but that doesn’t change what I was.
CADE: Sure it does. What was, was, so that what is, can be.
I dunno. I think it’s just that simple. Or at least, it can be.
Whatever works tho.
^Sasha – Rooms^
I guess my mother is afraid that I’ll wind up sucking dicks at truck-stops and rest-stops for money.
Don't worry mom...I don't want that either.
I wouldn’t be any good at it, prolly wouldn’t make much.
Not that I've thought about that or anything.
The literature is kinda …vague… on how necessary that practice really is.
On Monday evening, I spent a pleasant couple of hours in BlueFrank’sSmoky-Drinky, talking to chums I’d only ever written to before.
On Tuesday afternoon I was unexpectedly asked what ‘symposium’ is by a girl in the office – her boss had been invited to one and didn’t know what it entailed, so I told her… and then I decided to look it up…
symposium (n.) 1580s, “account of a gathering or party,” from Latin symposium“drinking party, symposium,” from Greek symposion“drinking party, convivial gathering of the educated” (related to sympotes“drinking companion”), from assimilated form of syn-“together” (see syn-) + posis“a drinking,” from a stem of Aeolic ponen“to drink,” from PIE root *po(i)-“to drink.”
The symposium usually followed a dinner, for the Greeks did not drink at meals. Its enjoyment was heightened by intellectual or agreeable conversation, by the introduction of music or dancers, and by other amusements. [Century Dictionary]
The sense of “a meeting on some subject” is from 1784. Reflecting the Greek fondness for mixing wine and intellectual discussion, the modern sense is especially from the word being used as a title for one of Plato’s dialogues. Greek plural is symposia, and the leader of one is a symposiarch (c. 1600 in English). Related: Symposiac (adj.); symposial.
*/squints…*
I also met Red Frank’sbrother yesterday afternoon. We work in the Tower on different floors, and until now our paths had not crossed, but were thrown together for a meeting. I took the minutes and then gave him a signed copy of The Underdog Anthology 2 to pass along…
*Okay! …/huffs… I get back to writing my submission for Anthology 3… /lights up… But for your info, Clicky, I did actually write some more of it today… /puffs…*
I’d better go for now, Dear Reader, I still have ironing to do, but I will leave you with my good friend, Legs’ post from last night…
"Thanks for the fish."
A1: ?!?!?
A2: ?
A3:
There's a sucker born every minute...right?
All...or nothing.
A: ¿?¿
WHAZZUP?!?!?!?!???
