Category: WHO is the Antis’ Christ?

Missive From ‘Merica: Sho’ Can Awe

Dear Reader, so far this week we’ve had ‘Fire & Fury’…

*Hmm… crossing arms…*

…Furiously Fired…

…Google unable to handle Damore’s ‘truth’ to Maduro setting up a ‘Truth Commission‘… It is totally Caracas out there, Dear Reader…

A new missive from Cade follows. It’s quite long, so hopefully we won’t all be reduced to vape-or-ASH before you get to the end of it…

…c Ya at the bottom… 😉

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This where this starts. If you are interested in starting somewhere else, feel free to do so at your leisure. I have to start here. Catch ya on the flipside…

wherever that might be/not be.
^Trio Los Panchos – Quizas, quizas, quizas.^

 

8-8 4-30 12-18 11-15 6-20 (fail)
        11-15 (failed)
11-15 3-25 12-20 1-4 3-21 (fail)
  11-15 (failed)
     11-15 3-6 (fail)
  11-15 (failed)
^Happy Mondays – Step On^
Ignore that numerical shit above...it means nothing.

This morning….I got to thinking about change, changes and changing while I was sitting upon the can and relieving my body of poop.

I personally find this scenario “weird” because, I usually think about only two things plus one procedural addition during my own personal process of dumping poop into the splashy porcelain water bowl of doom, that is located in the chamber of ultimate isolation…

(1) getting on,

(2) getting off,

(3) remove clinging particles.

Not that there are not LOADS of membrane processes and/or pressure changes going on there or anything. And not that pressures and pressures changes have any affect on our bodies. So…is it any wonder that people sometimes report thinking about the goddamndest of things while sitting on the shitter and making #2?

This has me now thinking of “normal” and “normalcy” with respect to these pressure changes, which got me to thinking about ergonomics. And yes…ergonomics as it relates to the workplace. I mean…where else does ergonomics play a role in your life but the workplace? It’s not like you have any choice or choices at work…you do what you are told.

^The Charlatans – The Only One I Know^

Been watching a lot of drag racing videos. I spent a lot of time with my nose in drag racing magazines when I was a kid. Lotta things that I haven’t thought of in a long time.

Q: Do you want to know me or not?

A: I dunno either.

Shit like below tho? Yeah…I spent a lot of time hearing about a lot of perspectives about women, and from women, about women. What they never tell you about, is…”a woman”. Guess you gotta find that one yourself.

^LEGENDS: THE SERIES – THE LEGEND OF “JUNGLE PAM” HARDY^

Last Wednesday, whatshername had the pest-control people come out and spray the house. Thursday morning, I wandered out front like I typically do…and there was a dead grass snake in the middle of the walkway. Very small, so it had to be young, but I thought it was just sunning in the morning sunshine, and was going to prod it back into the grass since others that traverse this walkway may not be as mindful about where they walk, and might crush him/her. But it was dead. I then remembered that they had sprayed the previous day, so, yeah…mission accomplished.

😦

I moved the snake to a non-conspicuous area of the grass, and figured something would prolly eat it. But night came, and it was still there. Friday morning came, and it was still there. Friday night came, and it was still there. I mean, not even ants were on it, but then again, why would there be any ants on it…they had just nuked the entire area two days prior. It got me to wondering about these dead-zones that are created by spraying and/or pest control, and just how out of balance these areas are and/or can be.

Saturday morning came. I looked for the snake, but I couldn’t locate it…then…I noticed a BIG goddamn snail right about where the snake should be. I then noticed the snake…or what was left of it. This snail must have sucked the snake completely dry, as all that was left of the snake was it’s skin, which had the appearance of one of those paper wrappers that covers drinking straws. I couldn’t have been watching this snail for more than 15-20 seconds, when it began to retreat. I musta been just in time.

^Fixx – Lowlyfe – Break Beat Temazo^

I’m not sure how to qualify the video below. It’s too awesome for description. I guess it’s one of those “needs to be experienced” kinda things that even then, still defies description. Guess you had to be there.

/me shrugs
^Cuba Feliz – Lagrimas Negras (Lyric added)^

There was an interesting Tweet that came up on the radar after I finished my morning movement.

Musta been the #2 ass-pecked of thinking at the time, but #5 is NOT what caught my attention. There are #2 pics in that Tweet, not #1. So…I hunted down the source of pic #2.

The first line of the first sentence of the first paragraph is what grabbed me.

“Electric or ‘plug-in’ vehicles come in all shapes and sizes with a wide array of technologies making up this sector.”

Man…talk about ME being non-committal.

That sentence is devoid of anything and everything except grammatical rules and spelling accuracy, and my personal incompetency in these areas makes me question the presence/existence of even those. Jesus Christ…talk about a gasp of oppression from whoever had to think that shit up…I’ve never seen a better example. Not that I’ve done any technical writing or anything…but yeah…I’ve done loads of technical writing.

That sentence says “I’ve/We’ve not a fucking clue”…they must be talking about new shit. They may even be talking about new shit that appears outwardly as old shit. I guess these fixed roadway systems and accompanying infrastructures weren’t as liberating and freeing as we thought, eh?

^Stone Roses – Fools Gold(Full Version)^

“To find out more about plug-in vehicles, watch our electric car guide video that explains the different types of electric vehicles and helps you understand how the different fuel technologies can work for you.”

Ugh.

“If you’re interested in learning how to manage your fleet sustainably to save money and reduce emissions, read our fleet management essentials.”

EHGADS!!!

Grant money!!!

WOO HOO!!!

IT’S A GOLDRUSH!!!

^Happy Mondays – Loose Fit (Official Music Video)^

So yeah anyway, fuck electric cars or whatever…I can’t afford a car of any type, shape, size or array of technology type(s). But since LegIron is getting Ultra-Violent with his stove, I can talk about something else. Like…I watched a video last week that shows someone demolishing a barn with 164 lbs of Tannerite.

 (whatever in the fuck Tannerite is)

It appears that you can buy this shit from various places…

…for example.

I have no idea why this particular video came up in my recommended videos, but it did, and I had to wonder why in the FUCK someone would blow up a barn they want to get rid of instead of demolishing it by hand. So…I watched it. Even tho I am a pyrotechnician, I personally HATE things that explode. May seem ironic, but a few up close experiences with these things can certainly change your thinking about them.

Q: Why not hire a 164 lb person to tear your barn down for you?

A: ???
^sugarloaf – green eyed lady^

Bockwurst
Sausage
Sausage Making
Ham
Botulism
Drug Injection
Smoking
Bacon’s Rebellion
Nathaniel Bacon (Virginia Colonist and Rebel)
Dysentery
Consumption
Consumer Protection
Demographic Profile
Hmmm....

WHY BIG DATA IS A SMALL IDEA …

AND WHY YOU SHOULDN’T WORRY SO MUCH

Hmmmmmmm..........
Wikipedia:No Original Research
Research-Forms of Research
Research
Researcher (Disambiguation)
Charles Town Classic
Charles Town, West Virginia
Charleston, West Virginia
Trade
Uber
Super

I’m getting there. Just doing a little light reading. I usually don’t pay attention to much when I am reading. Hence, I don’t learn much. You’re prolly safe.

^Eydie Gorme Y Trio Los Panchos – “Piel Canela”^

I’m not here to tell you what to do or which way to go. Therefore, yeah…much of the shit I write is incomplete and/or full of holes. I write that way on purpose. It’s intentional. By design. I actually put a lot of thought into much of what I include or omit when I’m writing, irrespective of how quickly/slowly I bang this shit out. That leaves room for you to find your own goddamn answers. Not that many people read this shit, but “this shit” does filter down, to and through channels.

Always being mindful of others helps me better express myself, seeing as I have no answers to give and I know that. That said, there are answers to be had, and you can find these answers anywhere and everywhere. Some answers just take an insane amount of time to find. Prolly a good time for some self-evaluation(s) as to modes and methods there, irrespective of the channels that you navigate.

Acceptable...unacceptable...same things at different times.
^Buena Vista Social Club – Candela^

While we are changing topics here…lets talk changes and changing and change and related stuff. Women…for example. How much do you really need to know?

There’s a good chance that any woman you hook up with has prolly been through something called puberty…maybe that rings a bell/you may have already heard of it. There’s also a good chance that this woman has an interest in a concept called “marriage”. Here in The USA, it’s pretty popular/unpopular thing at various times, so I can only assume that it is similarly popular/unpopular worldwide. There are these things called…babies.

(Google it yourself if you don't believe me)

Women appear to have an interest in these things called babies. There is also this thing called menopause that women go through. You may also need to Google this one. That’s IT! Finito!!! You now know all you need to know/all there is to know about women. That makes “the woman”…and everything else about her…unique. Specific to her and her alone.

Now all you gotta do is figure out what all that shit is. Just keep in mind that she is always learning and growing while you are simultaneously trying to learn all of the existing shit about her. Some choices on your part to be made there. Might wanna be mindful. Just sayin’.

Have fun 🙂
^Blur (The Best Of) – Girls and Boys^

Speaking of Twitter…there was also a pic that came up somewhere, that showed some woman jumping up and down at a sporting event of some kind, and I guess she wasn’t wearing a bra, and someone was lucky enough to capture some photos of her underboob. I ain’t looking that one up…

(ba da ching)

but it did get me to thinking a bit, and not just about boobs at various angles and/or various states of motion. I mean yeah…breasts and the woman they are attached to is interesting, but there were/are a number of creepy aspects to consider. I can think of a lot of wheels turning that made these particular photos possible, but it makes me feel creepy to think about them, even tho many of these thoughts would prolly be considered by others as being pretty straightforward … tame … even.

EX: This person specifically requesting/hiring a photographer to take pics of her at this event, they sell any interesting photos to interested parties, split the money.

Gotta keep in mind tho, I’m wondering how in the fuck these pics wound up in a publication of any kind. Lotta angles to suddenly consider. Lotta players too.

^Pulp – Common People^

Q: If “pressure within the head” is of utmost importance during times of trauma, why would it not be important all of the time?

A: ¿?¿

We have many membranes within our bodies. Prolly goes without saying that pressure might be important. But what if pressure cannot change according to “standards?” Take an asthmatic, for example. Now take that asthmatic, and put them on a ventilator. The lungs do more than merely inflate. They even do more than just inflate/deflate. Not that I would know.

I mean, if “asthma” is unique enough of a condition to separate it from standard operating procedure, then why wouldn’t the entirety of the individual that has this condition also be unique? Just thinking that many of these standards have become so standard that they are in fact, non-standard. The application portion contextually within the dynamics of changing environment is going to make people’s head swim when they start thinking about it like that. Is it any wonder why the concept of change is so scary? Especially when and if YOU are changing, and no one else is.

Now yer gonna wanna grab onto something, and if something isn’t there to grab onto, yer gonna wanna create something to grab onto yourself. Lot’s to think about there.

^Happy Mondays – Wrote For Luck (Official Music Video)^
Popular Music of Manchester

What really got me to thinking about writing, was tomorrow. I mean, this was yesterday that I was thinking about writing tomorrow, so yesterday’s thinking would have been about two days from yesterday, which is tomorrow today.

Tomorrow today is August 8th…my dad’s birthday. But I think that HIS dad’s birthday was on August 7th or 9th, and dad’s MOM’s birthday was either August 7th or 9th…I can’t remember. But they were all born within 3 days of each other in different years. I think my dad’s only sister may have been in there somewhere as well, or maybe she was nearer my older sister’s birthday. Can’t recall. I just know that a lot of birthdays within my family fall weird. Lotta weird death-days in there as well.

EX: My paternal grandfather died on November 13, and was buried two days later on my birthday…November 15th.

😦

Everyone…and I mean EVERYONE forgot my birthday that year. I have no idea why tho. Musta been something else going on or something.

^PEDRO INFANTE – QUIEN SERA (HD)^

What pushed me over the edge and got me to actually sitting down and writing tho, was a song. Someone pass along that Happy Mondays song…and I was like…

HOLY SHIT!!! THE HAPPY MONDAYS!!!

I had forgotten about them. Not that there isn’t tons of shit that I’ve forgotten about. But why would I actively remember something that falls under the banner of something that was no longer important? Music…in this instance. Especially something that could be considered arcane or fleeting under this banner…The Happy Mondays…for example.

Happy Mondays

Oh…they are called “Happy Mondays”…and not…”The Happy Mondays”.

Lots of bands have struggled with that “The” concept/addition with respect to band names/naming…but I digress.

So yeah…Happy Mondays broke up in 1993…so yeah…kinda fleeting.

^Halie Loren – Sway / Quien sera^

Today is now 8-8. I got sidetracked and stopped writing yesterday. Did some quick Twitter breezing, as there were 36 unread Tweets, and it seems…Google is in the news.

Q: If you give a certain concept a name, does that validate the concept?

A: ???

I ain’t gonna look up this Google story, but it appears that someone got canned by Google.

Seeing as how I was just pondering corporate and corporations right before bed, that gets me to thinking about “guilt” and “guilt-free”…and how these concepts relate to life/a life.

Oh...and HBD Pop.
^¿Quién será?^

Q: If your first reaction/response to an event is “What in the FUCK was that?!?!?” or “No fucking WAY that just happened!!!” or “I can’t BELIEVE that just happened!!!” or something similar, why would that original concept/thought ever change?

A: ? Show ¿ Can ? Awe ¿

Yeah…Shock And Awe, sho’ can awe. So can show.

I think a lot about pretexts and conceptions as it relates to control and controlled, and also with respect to things that are controllable/uncontrollable. Dogs…are a great example. Especially as it relates to the concept of “pet/a pet”…and certainly when cats are thrown into this mix. Lots of assumptions have already been made about cats and/or dogs and their “owners” and the hows and whys as to who chooses what and when.

Q: How many animals are born with the ability to speak, read, write and understand the same language you speak?

A: (hang on to your hats here)

Q: If mathematics is “The Universal Language”…then how come so few people speak it?

A: (?)

Q: What happened to love?

A: (¿)

I would have thought that communication would be “The Universal Language”. Or at least the base/a base for it. Is it what you have to say, or your desire to say it that makes communication important? Or is it, actually saying it/actually communicating it? Or all of the above? Prolly a lot more to consider there. Just sayin’.

😉
^REZZ x Kotek – Ascension^

X: Maybe you should take a break.

Cade: Prolly. I’m kinda lost.

X: Hadn’t noticed.

Cade: Whatever it is, it’s suddenly buzzing around in there somewhere.

X: Can’t grab it tho.

Cade: I wonder sometimes if I’m actually trying to grab it tho. Most of the time, I don’t feel that its something I need to “grasp.” Too much…”now what” that goes along with it.

T: You think that would be any different if your station in life was different?

Cade: Why entertain such thoughts tho? If I’m supposed to be somewhere, that’s where I’ll be.

Z: Took a minute to get here…didn’t it?

For the sake of anyone reading here…I just had quite the gap in thinking. Typically…these “convos” come out fast, and I just write them from top to bottom, never knowing who is gonna say what nor when. But between myself and “Z”, on that last exchange, there was about a one minute gap where I sat at my desk with the wind whistling through my ears. Almost like someone had something to say, but either didn’t know what to say and/or how to say it. Contemplating.

Cade: So…idleness and what that really is.

X: You’ve already jumped the shark. Good show.

Cade: lolz…I guess I did jump the shark there didn’t I? lolz

X: Anyway…

Z: Yeah…anyway…erm…this CFrank Davis dude has been talking about “idleness” lately.

Cade: I’ve not given it much thought since that’s kinda where I operate all the time.

B: Meaning what exactly?

Cade: Meaning, I think a lot.

A: Ain’t no work being done when you ain’t doing nothing but thinking…is that it?

Cade: WOAH!!! Look at who has developed a saucy attitude and/or approach all of a sudden like!!!

A: Thought I’d give it a whirl.

Cade: Nicely done. Well played. ❤

A: 🙂

X: I wanna talk about nothing.

0: Me too.

Cade: rofl…welp…let’s on with it then.

X: Why do you think we ask you so many questions?

Cade: The best way for me to find my own answers is not via my own questions.

X: And why do you think that would be?

Cade: Welp…I fear much of that which much of society seems to deem as mystical.

Z: Gotten any…help…in that regard recently?

Cade: Yep. Mentioned getting some help in those areas to someone else just recently.

T: Anyone in particular?

Cade: Funny that YOU would mention it. 😉

T: Why do you think the thought of some “Egyptian God” would be so traumatising to you personally.

Cade: Mainly, because I was told/taught that it should be traumatizing.

X: Lotta nested thoughts about trauma there as it relates to thinking.

Cade: …

Z: That’s not what you were just thinking.

Cade: No. But I cannot organize every single thought into something tangible, and certainly not on cue or command.

Z: And why is that?

Cade: It doesn’t allow me to custom tailor that response to whoever is asking.

X: Now if anything in this universe ever sounded non-committal and wishy-washy, that previous statement would be right in and amongst such sounds.

Cade: Details only require the slightest bit of attention in order to understand just how important they are.

C: Like a woman’s teeth…or her nose?

Cade: Or whatever.

0: What about Osiris? You never mention him much.

Cade: I’m learning. But I can never really know these entities as individuals, until and unless I can.

X: That’s a tall order.

Cade: /me shrugs

0: You really need to work on that story. Lotta interest being shown for “The Seven Sisters” here and there recently.

Cade: I know. I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit. Just…wanting to represent them correctly/accurately in the story.

X: Not possible.

Cade: Welp…you got that shit right. But I’m gonna try.

B: Maybe you shoulda mentioned more details in the first part of the story.

Cade: And you wonder why I’m having trouble writing this shit?

Z: Not really.

B: 😀

Cade: lolz

Z: 😉

B: 🙂

0: …

^Animal Collective – My Girls (2009)^

If you target a certain area, for the sake of the whole, all while foresaking the whole for the sake of this target area, is it really any wonder that you spend so much time disappointed? The belly/belly-fat…for example. Or cellulite on the legs. That belly is connected to you, and so are those luscious legs of yours. There will be affects in other areas when you make changes. Prolly why certain people are classified as “being addicted” when it comes to getting tattoos or piercings. There’s a symmetry to the body, which means there is a symmetry to the self, and everything else.

Matthew 6 - Verse 3 is of particular note.

There’s a scalar kind of vibe to that thinking with respect to balance. Now, all we need is time. If you work on your belly, then your legs, neck and shoulders are gonna know about it. If you work on your legs, your back is gonna know about it. Prolly why meditation, Yoga and Tai Chi are so popular in certain parts of the world, and why these things are so attractive to other parts of the world that don’t have these things.

Q: Do you REALLY need to do Tai Chi for 3 hours each day in order to be able to sit at a desk and type for 8 hours each day?

A: Only you can answer this.
^ZZ TOP – Got Me Under Pressure^

Even if you find an answer for yourself, I’m still not sure what in the flying fuck that has to do with me. Your answer for you is not applicable to me, unless it is. I wonder if I have any say in this process?

Maise

Maize

A Maze

ZING!!!

Kinda...corny...eh?

Maybe it was corn, and not apples.

Yeah…that fruit…or whatever.

Yeah that one.

Dunno why anyone ever thought it was apples.

If I had to pick, I’d personally pick mushrooms.

^Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) – 1984^

If you are looking for answers from me…let’s start off on the correct foot.

A1: Fuck You.
^FREE RIDE – Edgar Winter Group^

cYa | cFa

^Focus – Hocus Pocus^

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*Interesting…*

giphy4

*Wise words…*

 

When You Reach Your Selbie Date…

Sell-by date is from 1972.

Duncan Selbie don’t like being called a ‘Nanny’, Dear Reader, oh dear me gno… He’s irked by the tone of the question…

Top Nanny doesn't like being called Nanny

*/lights up fag… When he says ‘right‘, Clicky, how far right do you reckon he’s finking?*

*That far? …/exhales plume of smoke…*

I don’t know much about him so I fought/fault/fort I’d look him up…

In the corner of Duncan Selbie’s fifth floor office in Waterloo, a stone’s throw from The Old Vic, there is a small plaque bearing a quote from the founder of analytical psychology, Carl Jung: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

CLICKY: Ted Talk?

‘Selbie, who has been chief executive at Public Health England since this autonomous arm of the NHS was forged from 129 health agencies – including the National Treatment Agency for Substance Misuse and the Health Protection Agency – three years ago, looks embarrassed when asked about the quote.

‘The 53-year-old Scot mumbles that it was given to him by a communications executive. He is already blushing about a certificate from the Institute of Healthcare Management that hangs proudly on his wall, and he is clearly uncomfortable explaining why he received it.

‘“I’m very British, you see, so how can I say it’s for ‘Outstanding Contribution for Leadership’?” he smiles, awkwardly. “I’m not North American.”

‘Eventually, he matter-of-factly states what Jung’s quote means to him: “Public health is all about futures that don’t yet exist.”’

*Quite, Clicky! …/drags… Btw, that clip appears to go in and out of sync…*

He certainly talks a good shift in that profile…

As well as economics, Selbie believes that companionship is key to a healthier life. He’s aware that might sound a little new age, but points out that this can be as simple as an elderly person being comfortable in the knowledge they have someone to take them home after a hospital operation.

…but the reality is…

‘He has backed interventionist measures, such as the sugar tax. And he urged hospitals to ban smoking anywhere.’

How does it end? The profile, that is…

In 1961, Bill Wilson wrote to Jung saying that his teachings were a pivotal inspiration for him in co-founding Alcoholics Anonymous. Selbie lacks the audacity of a North American like Wilson to link himself so closely with Jung.

But it’s clear the softly spoken Scot’s plaque means more to him than he lets on. Be it alcohol, tobacco or safe sex, Selbie believes that the country needs to take a good look at itself and its wider problems before it can fully resolve its health issues.

Oh Duncan, take your own advice and… Have a Song…

… And for you, Rear Dealer…

1972 (MCMLXXII) was a leap year starting on Saturday (dominical letter BA) of the Gregorian calendar, the 1972nd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 972nd year of the 2nd millennium, the 72nd year of the 20th century, and the 3rd year of the 1970s decade.

Within the context of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest year ever, as two leap seconds were added during this 366-day year, an event which has not since been repeated. (If its start and end are defined using mean solar time [the legal time scale], its duration was 31622401.141 seconds of Terrestrial Time (or Ephemeris Time), which is slightly shorter than 1908).[1]

Have a bunch…

A Ten Shun! Wait For It…

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…

guardian wants views on smoking ban

*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’

Been there, done that…

got the tshirt

*/drags…*

‘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…

*Bitter sweet, Clicky, defo…*

1st July 2007…

July 1st 2007

And today…

Isis falls

Mosul children celebrate fall of Isis.png

Dear Reader… */lights up…* Have a Song…

Sissification Of A Generation

Previously at the LoL
CLICKY: No madder than…

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…

Virtue Signalling

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…

Sissy

Enough of cowards for tonight, Dear Reader. Have a Song…

Fangs For The Mammaries…

This is going to be a post that requires you to employ your own ‘Clicky’, Dear Reader… It starts with a word…

wolf (n.) Old English wulf “wolf, wolfish person, devil,” from Proto-Germanic *wulfaz (source also of Old Saxon wulf, Old Norse ulfr, Old Frisian, Dutch, Old High German, German wolf, Gothic wulfs), from PIE root *wlkwo- “wolf” (source also of Sanskrit vrkas, Avestan vehrka-; Albanian ul’k; Old Church Slavonic vluku; Russian volcica; Lithuanian vilkas “wolf;” Old Persian Varkana- “Hyrcania,” district southeast of the Caspian Sea, literally “wolf-land;” probably also Greek lykos, Latin lupus).

This manne can litle skyl … to saue himself harmlesse from the perilous accidentes of this world, keping ye wulf from the doore (as they cal it). [“The Institution of a Gentleman,” 1555]

Probably extinct in England from the end of the 15th century; in Scotland from the early 18th. Wolves as a symbol of lust are ancient, such as Roman slang lupa “whore,” literally “she-wolf” (preserved in Spanish loba, Italian lupa, French louve). The equation of “wolf” and “prostitute, sexually voracious female” persisted into 12c., but by Elizabethan times wolves had become primarily symbolic of male lust. The specific use of wolf for “sexually aggressive male” first recorded 1847; wolf-whistle attested by 1945, American English, at first associated with sailors. The image of a wolf in sheep’s skin is attested from c. 1400. See here for a discussion of “wolf” in Indo-European history. The wolf-spider so called for prowling and leaping on its prey rather than waiting in a web.

…Last night I posted about a certain ‘wolf‘ on MEROVEE…

Merovee Twilight Sleep

Some background: last July, the Red Granite Hollywood production company was accused by the DOJ of using $100 million that prosecutors said had been diverted from the 1MDB fund to finance DiCaprio’s 2013 film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” Last October, DiCaprio said he was cooperating with the probe and would return any gifts or donations if they were found to have come from questionable sources.

Di–Cap–Rio

…And MJ put up two posts overnight at Blade and Chalice. She’s been to visit the Scopes Trial museum in Dayton, Tennessee:

There’s a specific message for Hugo in Part 2…

House of S-tone, please read this. https://at37.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/137-69-draft/

…Of course I’ve also had sum ideas about 137….

137-maths

…So I was interested to read today that grocery stocks are crashing in the US and Europe…

Whole Foods stock was halted for ‘news pending’… and now we have the answer – Amazon to acquire Whole Foods Market for $42/share in an all-cash transaction valued at ~$13.7b, including Whole Foods Market’s net debt.

…Amazon is one of the FANGs…

A little bit of paranoia is always healthy.

In the 1980s, the totalitarian fear was that some overenthusiastic government agent would go to the library and pull your library card to see if you were reading seditious texts.

Seems a bit quaint now, doesn’t it?

It didn’t at the time.

Of course, the East German Stasi went to those lengths to spy on its citizens, but there was never any real danger of it happening in the US.

Fast forward to today.

  • Facebook knows who your friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances are. It knows what you look like, and what your friends and family look like. It knows what TV shows you watch, what music you listen to, and in all likelihood, your political activities.
  • Amazon is today’s library card—it knows every book you’ve ever ordered, along with more pedestrian purchases like vitamin supplements.
  • Netflix is a database of pretty much every TV show and movie you’ve ever watched.
  • Google has a repository of every Internet search made by every American citizen.

F, A, N, G. What does that spell?

Those four stocks have outperformed over just about any timespan.

Does anyone else find it more than a coincidence that they are also potentially the biggest threat to online privacy?

Like I said, that library card thing seems a bit quaint.

… Library card and groceries… Food for thought…

Also last night, I read Part 5 of a series at The Secret Sun, that seemingly started with a drowning in Wolf River Harbour…

I first began to follow this story when I heard about the drowning death of Jeff Buckley. I’m not sure why but the first thought that came into my head was that it had something to do with Elizabeth Fraser.
I had no idea that all of this had been prophesied for years and years before, in ways that actually give me chills.

The Secret Sun The Eyesies

That’s a lot of ‘Clicking’ and reading for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll finish up with a snapshot of Red Frank’s MEROVEE post…

Merovee Twilight Sleep The Long Way Round

… And a drawing I created to depict the process of construction logistics for my boss’s book, for the layman (‘Sun’ reader) to understand, showing how employing a logistician on a construction project ensures your mega costly building is achieved on time and budget… And the client at the top who Doo’s knot…

TIT at the top is the client going the long way round

… Alas he didn’t use it…

*Clicky! …/rolls eyes… That Song! …/huffs…*

Enough of this shambles, Dear Reader… Have another…

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: One For The Road…

Oh well, it had to happen, Dear Reader… It appears this will be Cade’s last missive at the LoL for a while, as he will be shortly setting out on his walking adventure. We wish him well…

Clicky has supplied all the images, below…

*Er… he asked me first, okay? …/sniff… I told him, you’d do it…*

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OMG!!!

Roob hasn’t even posted the last whatever that I sent her, and she’s already inspired me to write another one.

🙂

😐

😦

I am not sure how I feel about this.

Meh…I’ll figure it out.

^Cocteau Twins – Pink Orange Red^
To Bypass Food Embargo, Qatar Will Pay $8 Million To Airlift 4,000 Cows

Yeah…that motherfucker right there.

That’s what I was greeted with on this fine Tuesday morning, that is a fine Tuesday afternoon for Roob.

No “hello”…no “good morning”…no “hey, I won the lottery and am sending you $10 of it”…no…she sent me that story. Seeing as how I had just woke up…wait…I wonder if I still had morning wood? Do I even have morning wood anymore?

(Mental Note to check tomorrow)

To be fair, I didn’t give her a proper/socially acceptable g’day type of greeting either…so I prolly deserved it /shrug

Roob is quite aware that I…

A) Don’t read the news, pretty much HATE reading the news,

B) HATE death stories/death announcements.

And yet…she prods my sour ass on.

Heh...hehe..."prods"...hehe..."sour"...lolz

BUT! She inspires me. As do others.

Hence…I express, now digress.

^CeCe Peniston – Finally^

What caught my eye…were the tags. No, you fucking social media nitwit…not those tags…the tags all fucking over the cows. There are tags on the tags, and marks on the tags’ tags which are themselves marked with more marks. This made me think of marks, and markings, which had the makings of all kinds of marks and marking and tattoos and piercings and fashion and shit like that. But let’s leave Jesus hanging where he is for now…k? Anyway…what really drew my eyes to this, was…

“According to Bloomberg’s calculations, it will take as many as 60 flights for Qatar Airways to deliver the 590-kilogram beasts that Moutaz Al Khayyat, chairman of Power International Holding, bought in Australia and the U.S.”

Yeah…scary shit, eh?

Welp…not for me. But that’s just me. Not that there haven’t been a lot of references here and there lately as to a single premise…control. Not marks, not marking, hell…not even marketing…but control. That means controlling via controls. So yeah…infrastructure.

Have you herd and herded heard as single goddamn thing I said?

Prolly cause I’m right in the big fucking middle…just like everyone else.

Yep...there's power in thought.

Yep…you’ve nailed that premise.

And nailed it…

and nailed it…

and nailed it.

<yawn>
^A Guy Called Gerald – Voodoo Ray^

This comment of…

“Cade…I’ve read some of your writing, and I notice that you speak in a lot of generalities”

…that was made to me over at the Bolton’s Smokers Club sometime recently has kept my head spinning for a while.

Really? A guy on the fence speaks in generalities? What the fuck is wrong with speaking in generalities irrespective of the relative location of my ass?

Well played.

Yeah…I tend to think about things for longer than most care to entertain. Must be my inability to commit. We are transients as much as we are anything else. If there ain’t nothing there for you, we move on. If there ain’t nothing there for you, yet there is a beckoning to stay that you cannot yet understand, we choose.

Sounds like sage advice to me...but that's just me.

I don’t like to discount possibility.

I see the influence.

I see all kinds of stuff that I don’t actively talk about.

Figuring it out, what it means to me, and where I choose to go from there is a different animal entirely…innit?

Someone to talk about shit with helps too.

Just sayin.
^Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan – Silence (Tiesto’s In Search of Sunrise Remix) [HD]^

Cocaine and amphetamine regulated transcript
Champ Car
Formula_One
Fédération Internationale de l’Automobile
Liberty Media
Chloroquine
Chloroquine Retinopathy
Pulmonary Alveolar Proteinosis
Granulocyte Macrophage Colony-Stimulating Factor Receptor
GRB2
A Lack of a Functional NAD(P)H:Quinone Oxidoreductase Allele Is Selectively Associated with Pediatric Leukemias That Have MLL Fusions
Elevated hematocrit enhances platelet accumulation following vascular injury
Phospholipidosis
Chlorpromazine
Hiccup
Rogue Wave
Soliton
John Scott Russell
Versine (Redirected from Versed Sine)
Haversine Formula
Floating-Point Arithmetic
Excosecant
Siege of Leningrad

I’m not saying that I know any of this shit…because I don’t. Just saying that I know that I don’t know. Working on it tho. That I OK with you?

^BENNY BENASSI ‘CINEMA’ (SKRILLEX REMIX)^

Also from that ZeroHedge story…

“Call it the biggest bovine airlift in history, as Bloomberg puts it.”

O RLY?!?!?! Been a lot of bovine airlifts in history? Are we getting that specific now? Because I can tell you, that “bovine airlifts” have been going on for some time.

We'll get to walls in a minute.

But how about “equine airlifts?” How long have those been going on? I used to see pallets of horse meat being loaded on to Air France bound for french palates since they are big on horse meat.

Hmmm…I wonder how and when The French acquired such a taste? Prolly the same way residents of Leningrad acquired a taste for shoe and belt leather. Do we need to discern whether the bovine or equine or whatever are alive or dead? Meh…digression time.

So yeah...walls.

China… Berlin… Troy… USA/Mexico… Persian Gulf… The Red Sea… Gulf of Tonkin… Bay of Pigs… Antarctica? Or Finnish Lapland? OH!!! Arctic Waterways and crystals!!!

So yeah...CIA.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^Duran Duran – Notorious^

They’re slowly cutting me off at the knees…right near the hip…just below the throat.

More and more stuff doesn’t work on the web. And for a guy who doesn’t visit very many websites on a daily basis…well…whatever. Who cares right? Upgrade or die. But Twitter now looks like one giant advertising page for some new company called “Media Cannot Be Played.” Their adds are everywhere on my Twitter feed.

Meh…it was just a matter of time anyway.

It’s cloudy this morning.

^Biggie Smalls – Notorious remix^

 

Yeah…I wrote all the shit above in a blaze of fury yesterday morning. Not sure how much actual blazing and fury there was… I just type kinda fast even tho I still only use three fingers and a thumb to do so. But I’m not banging one of these things out every day in a coupla hours anymore. My mind is elsewhere. Not saying my heart is not in it, nor am I saying my mind is not on it … just pondering some other shit as well.

Tortillas come to mind.

But anyway, no amount of preparing will prepare you for something you aren’t prepared for. Just gotta roll with it and make it up as you go. If there is an essence to the concept of synchronicity, I would imagine that would be it.

^London Grammar – Hey Now [Arty remix]^

Interesting bit I stumbled across this morning at the Velvet Glove Iron Fist blog.

The tobacco template

After reading the top 1/2 or so of the article…what I immediately thought about was…

Q: What are all these completely healthy but completely restricted people gonna do with all of this time they now have?

A: ???

“Graphic Warnings”…pictures…of people…who are not me…in various states of duress and or dismemberment…magically appearing…for reasons unknown…on the packaging of “insert product here.” Doesn’t sound like care to me. Certainly doesn’t sound caring. Maybe that’s what happens when “damn the cost” becomes your battle-cry. Meh…sounds like their will be plenty of free-time for crying when the battle is over.

“Healthy” people…with nothing better to do…than sit around and cry.

Sounds...Babylonian.
^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix) FULL HD^
(Just play along here...k?)
Q: What time did you get out of bed this morning?

A: 07:00 AM

Q: 07:00 AM? Why not 06:30 AM?

A: Because I don’t have to be at work until 09:00 AM.

Q: What if there is traffic?

A: I don’t own a car.

Q: What if you need one?

A: I don’t.

Q: What if the trains or buses weren’t running or were running late?

A: Wouldn’t affect me.

Q: How could it not? If you’re late, you’ll get bad employee reviews and eventually fired. Now you’re going to have to find a new job, which will be difficult because you got fired from your last job for not being more proactive and forward-thinking.

A: I live directly across the street from where I work. I moved to where I work to cut down on expenses.

Q: SEE! Now you need a car because your new job, assuming you can find one, is going to be far away from where you live. Now you gotta either get a car, or move. Assuming you can afford to do either now that you are unemployed. Or rely on unreliable public transportation, which is just as expensive as owning a car over the long run, if you would simply sit down and do the math on it.

A: You seem to have more free time to think about these things than I. Can I get back to work now?

Q: Sorry. Just needing to find a new place to live. Me and my roommate don’t get along. They say I talk to much and worry too much. Do you need a roommate or know anyone who does?

A: …

^Medina – You and I (deadmau5 Remix) HQ^

 

 

So…which is worse? Talking about things, or not talking about things? Because which ever one you choose to label as worse, either is going to be then labeled as bad, which is where they were in the first place. So what was accomplished in taking this trip from bad to worse and back to bad? Learning?

Q: Where’s the good in that?

A: ?¿?

The “better one” was the worse one. Or is it, the least bad one is the better one?

A better kind of bad.

Mmmmmmm….a better kind of bad…right up my alley.

Heh...heh...heH!!!
^DEPECHE MODE A QUESTION OF LUST Live 1986 Lyrics^

Pretty damn interesting documentary I stumbled across/got to see yesterday.

^Chasing Bubbles – the movie^

X: I’ve done that a time or two.

Cade: Chased bubbles? I bet it looked weird to anyone watching.

X: So I’ve heard.

Cade: I can see that.

X: Which part?

Cade: Does it make me an asshole if I say both?

X: How could you possibly know what my purpose is?

Cade: Isn’t it obvious?

X: Focus on the obvious…the questions wll come later.

Cade: The questions are already there.

X: That’s what I meant 😉

Cade: Oh…the actual official “Q&A Session” itself.

X: Assuming we get there.

Cade: lolz…we?

X: …

Cade: I would imaging that would be quite a delicate maneuver.

X: You said that you could rub two bubbles together and generate a lightning strike.

Cade: Is that the first one?

X: You mean…am I acquiring the first bubble for this demonstration?

Cade: I’m trying not to read into that.

X: Why not?

Cade: I don’t like defining something that is as of yet, undefined, just because I think I can define it.

X: That’s quite a definition of non-defining.

Cade: Is it? I thought that’s what conversation and experiencing was about?

X: …

Cade: That wasn’t a question.

X: Whatever you need to tell yourself.

Cade: I got nothin.

X: And a whole lot of it by my calculations.

Cade: Meh…I’ll do the best I can with it.

X: Is that all you can do?

Cade: What else is there?

X: You sure are anticipating the hammer today. Why is that?

Cade: I guess the closer I get to center, the fuzzier things get.

X: You see any purpose in that?

Cade: Much in the same way I would see a traffic light changing from green to red so fast, that all I see is yellow.

X: Does that scare you.

Cade: I like yellow /shrug

X: That’s not what I asked.

Cade: I can only go on, until I can’t.

X: Then what?

Cade: I’ll keep going.

X: Almost there.

Cade: You aren’t actually trying to catch that bubble…are you?

X: We’ll see.

Cade: Trying to do something, and not do something, both at the same time.

X: Times change.

Cade: I’m as comfortable as I can be with that thought.

X: Are you sure?

Cade: Not yet.

X: 😉

Cade: 🙂

^Fluke – Kitten Moon [HQ]^

 

 

 

I’m gonna take a break for a while.

I'm not saying goodbye here.

Just letting you know that I’ll be saying hello somewhere else.

^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^

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*Let me guess… /taps teeth… Hanky Yanky?*

*/:O… Yikes! Sounds painful. Are you able to give us a parting Song, Clicky? …/rubs snout…*

A Right Le Saux and So…

Do you like football, Dear Reader? Or ‘soccer’ if you’re a Yank…

Soccer Kick.gif

Back in 1999 there was a lot of tabloid coverage of an incident involving two players of opposing sides… Red v Blue…

England and Chelsea player Graeme Le Saux lashed out with his elbow at England and Liverpool player Robbie Fowler after enduring much taunting throughout the match.

Le Saux is heterosexual, and he and his wife, Mariana, have two children. Despite this, rumours that he was homosexual circulated throughout his career after he said that he had spent a summer holiday with one of his Chelsea teammates, Ken Monkou. He attributed this to his lack of enthusiasm for the “typical” footballer’s lifestyle, his university background, and the fact that he read a left-wingbroadsheet newspaper, The Guardian.

This led to abuse from opposition fans and even players. He was involved in a running series of taunts with Liverpool striker Robbie Fowler while playing for Chelsea against Liverpool on 27 February 1999. During the game, Fowler repeatedly bent over and pointed his backside in Le Saux’s direction. Le Saux delayed taking a free kick to protest about Fowler’s behaviour and was booked for time wasting. Fowler claimed in an autobiography that at one point during the match, Le Saux shouted “But I’m married!”, which was followed up by Fowler’s quip “So was Elton John, mate!” Le Saux himself said that this never happened, and that Fowler had used ‘dramatic licence’ to make him look funny.

If you’re familiar with cricket, Dear Reader, you will recognise this as a form of sledge. The Aussies are considered the masters of this…

Anyhoo, I hadn’t seen or heard much of Graeme Le Saux for a while. I’d quite forgotten all about him although he’s done some media work since his playing career finished. And according to the Wiki write up, he did some work for a financial institution…

So it interesting to see a clip of the brainiac ex-footballer today Pledging… And wouldn’t you know it, he was talking out of his arse!

“People are obviously making the wrong choices, so we’ve got to help them understand and educate people away from this sort of behaviour, and protect our kids.”

‘Our kids’… ‘OUR kids’… */sigh…* No. MY kids. What they eat and drink is up to US – them, me and Thoughtful Man and no other fucker. Especially not a bunch of foul, well off smuggies and their 21st Century idea of Victorian philanthropy…

*/quizzical expression… Any Old Iron?*

*Ah, Clicky… /nods… Any old iron hoof… Or, as the boys might say, Le Saux is so gay…*

Oh course, this grotesque packaging fad started with the thin end of the wedge and the fuckwits in government listening to Tobocco Control…

Have a Song.

Missive From ‘Merica: Con Templating Times and Tings… N’est-ce Pas?

I’ve really not been in the best of moods today, Dear Reader…

*No, Clicky, I’m not saying…*

*No, Clicky, work is fine…*

*No, nothing wrong at home either… Stop probing me… We’ve a missive from Cade to post…*

*Yes! Alright, it’s fucking mad world, Clicky, and I’m as mad as fucking hell…*

*One headline, why believe it? Because it isn’t just one headline… it’s just the latest… /sigh… Come on, Clicky, Cade’s post… There’s a massive Wiki Wavy Wall that needs your attention… Meet you at the bottom…*

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It occurs to me, that no matter what level you ascend to, or descend to, or remain at…there always remains somewhere else to go. Afterall, what’s the point of getting somewhere? Even if you had no idea what in the hell you were gonna do when you got somewhere? Is knowing important “en route?” Is it always important? Or have you gotten too focused on the asshole that is tailgating you? Too focused on the asshole in front that impeding your progress? Surrounded by idiots in traffic with nowhere to go? Not allowing things to develop as they do, might stunt your growth in ways your aren’t even considering.

^Vanessa Sukowski Feat. Terry Lynn – Cup (Raumakustik Remix)^

36652ca14c6cde24082809d4a900113c
The many pathways of RNA degradation

Question: How Many Human Pathways Exist In Kegg Database?

Bioinformatics
Genomics
Dideoxynucleotide
Mental
Mental Disorder
Aberration of Light
Aberration
Relativistic Aberration
Chromosome Abnormality
Fiberglass
American Cyanamid
Pheochromocytoma
How many pathways to pheochromocytoma?
Adrenal Gland
Cancer Syndrome
Tumor Suppressor Gene
Oncogene
List of Cancer-Causing Agents Grows
Carcinogen
Mutagen
Pancreas
Chyme
Chakra
The Many Pathways of Emergency Management
The Many Pathways of RNA Degradation
Many Pathways to Student Success in Mathematics: Middle and High School Math Course Sequences and Placement Decisions in the Math in Common Districts
Many pathways toward sustainability: not conflict but co-learning between transition narratives
Sustain
Sustainability

Thinking about “the synchros” and “the storms” and “the chakras”…what could POSSIBLY cause a change in direction of the natural flow of energy/energies and matter, within the body, that may result in unforeseen changes?

Q: What are “foreseen changes?”

A: ???

Q: What are “unforeseen changes?”

A: ?¿?

Q: When?

A: ¿?¿
^Jackie Mayden – Raver Crystals (Kastis Torrau Remix)^
giphy
Marcello Malpighi
Epidermis
Prana
Energy (Esotericism)
Shakti
Olorun
Supreme Being

Cade: So…erm…is that your name then? “Supreme Being?”
X: Don’t get smart with me.
Cade: Welp…if I can’t get smart with you…who can I get smart with?
X: You don’t really think that you are talking to/with God do you?
Cade: No. Only “crazy people” do that. But it would be cool to talk with God.
X: What about my…erm…I mean…what about “God’s Minions?”
Cade: Sure…I’d talk to them.
X: Now we’re talkin. Carry on.

^Raumakustik – Activate^


I don’t really have anything particular to talk about currently…so…I’ll tell a racist joke.

There was a truck driver driving a load of bowling balls from one side of the country to the other, and was on a tight schedule so he was speeding most of the way. He was driving through a particular “in the middle of nowhere” section of this journey, when he noticed two black men hitchhiking. He felt sorry for them, and even though he was not supposed to pick-up riders, he stopped to pick them up anyway. However, he told them that they would need to ride in the back in the trailer in the event that anyone saw him with riders in the cab of his truck.

The truck driver is speeding along, when a cop car appears in his rear-view mirror and pulls him over.

There are two cops in the car, one of which goes to the cab and starts to write the driver a ticket, and the other proceeds to the back of the truck to inspect the driver’s load.

After a few minutes, the officer that was inspecting the back of the truck comes running towards the front, and yells at the officer writing the ticket…

Officer #2: Hey man we need to go.
Officer #1: I’m almost finished writing the ticket…just hold on a minute.
Officer #2: No…you don’t understand man…we need to leave NOW! This guy is hauling a whole truckload of Nigger Eggs, and two of them have done hatched!

^Hosse – Ready For This (Raffa FL Remix)^

Most people would think that the preceding joke is racist…and it is. But who is it racist towards? All kinds of stuff going on in that particular missive. Ignorance being one of them. I mean…if you are “Whitey”…and you live in “Whiteyville”…what is racist about that? Oh…How one treat’s “people of color?”

Q: What color is White?

A: ???

So let’s flip-flop the dynamic.

If you are “Darkey”…and you live in “Darkeyville”…what is racist about that?

Oh…How one treat’s “people of color?”

Q: What color is Black?

A: ???

We know what we know. And until that changes, we only know what we know. Isn’t that the goal of many governments and organizations as we in “The Western World” think of these organizations and their purpose/purposes? To wind up building and maintaining “Mayberry?” To “get back to the old-ways” or “get back to the good ol’ days” or “get back to basics?”

You need a fucking quorum to do that.

The only people I see kicking down doors are well represented.

^Paul C – Carneval (Original Mix)^

Somebody won some election somewhere in some kind of landslide victory yesterday or something.

<yawn>
^Bontan – The First Time^


I keep thinking about that tesseract that I seem to have seen in the back of that woman’s knee in a pic I posted a few days ago.

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As I was writing the previous sentence, it occurred to me “how do I word this” since I don’t really consider what I write “mine and mine alone” since Roob edits, formats and posts these things that I write. So what occurred to me, is to word it like this…

I keep thinking about that tesseract that I seem to have seen in the back of that woman’s knee in a pic I/Roob posted a few days ago.

I’ve been trying to lay off of any formatting of any text that I send her, and leave it to her discretion as to what to make of what I write. But I also want it to be clear that we are indeed two different people with two different lives living in two different places that are thousands of miles apart…but we are working together.

Q: What are we working for/work towards?

A: I dunno. Any suggestions?

Anyway…I’ve been thinking about the dynamics of motion within the form of design and purpose. Especially as they relate to this “holographic universe” that everyone is so fucking hot-to-trot about. I can see it. At least, I think that I can see it. But the ways that I see it is in a way that I’ve really never heard anyone describe.

What I see is templates that are overlaid to create a template. And these templates are overlaid to create even more templates. If you add time, motion, and focus in there, maybe this is why some get confused as to the purpose and purposes of these templates, and how these templates sometimes create holographic representations that seem to operate outside of the normal boundaries of time and space.

EX: A mountain. Add a “Matrix Movie” type of overlay over that mountain, in order to show what the underlying structure and structures are made up of, and suddenly, you think that you have seen “the core” of the design as it relates to the “as-is” portion of that mountain. However, thinking about it now, it not only shows the underlying, but the overlay and overlays as they relate to the in/out and through.

Maybe this is why I think that “subduction” as science currently views it is horseshit.

You see rising and lowering.

I see waffling.

^Raumakustik – Dem A Pree (Patrick Topping Remix)^
Energy conservation is important.

Information retention is important.

Energy Exchange and Information Exchange are important.

So…why wouldn’t they all be important…all at the same time? Why wouldn’t they all be important…all at the same time…forever and for all-time?

A: Destruction.

When destruction becomes disinformation that is misunderstood, it seems to me that destruction and creation are taking place at the same time under the banner of reorganization. So yeah…I think you’ve found what you are looking for. You just don’t understand what you are looking for maybe. Don’t understand what you are looking at maybe. Find the beginning…find the end.

Q: How can you find the beginning and the end, all from the middle?

A: Hmmmmmmmmm....I wonder.

Guess we aren’t as alone as we thought, eh?

^Sidney Charles – Make Me Moove feat. Lady Vale^


If part of my skin “develops a pull”…doesn’t that equate to a push that will result in a pull somewhere else? Yeah, I’m thinking about injury/injuries and scarring here, but I am also thinking about something else…pimples. Acne, pimples, sores, wounds that won’t heal, repetitive injuries, Carpal Tunnel…shit like that.

If I eat a frozen dinner that contains a shitload of preservatives and artificial flavors and all kinds of crazy salts and oils and fats and proteins and whatnot, and then I go out and exercise, and I hurt myself while exercising…

Q: What effect(s) does that injury have on my body’s available energy/energies and potential sources of matter for dealing with that unforeseen event/events?

A: Smells like mutation.

Well…it smells of mutation to me. But then again, I’m a complete fucking weirdo and nutjob.

^’Feline Good’ – Aristocats jazz/dance/funk/breakbeat remix^

So…the body says something like…

“Ya know…that whatever right there? It’s very similar to what I normally use/am used to, but not quite. How can I make this work?”

I guess I find it ironic that we are walking-talking-thinking-learning machines, encapsulated in a walking-talking-thinking-learning machine, that is made up of walking-talking-thinking-learning machines…and yet, we get confused as shit as to who is doing what and when and why…all while trying to figure out who is doing what and when and why, all while ignoring who is doing what and when and why.

That particular thought and thoughts and sentence may give the appearance that I am intentionally attempting to be ambiguous. But when you add time and times over time into that thought and those thoughts, it may be indicative as to why we miss so much in our thinking, and maybe even some indicators as to why we can never seem to “catch up to the present.”

If all of your whatever requires gadgetry of your own design to describe what isn’t there…erm…that sounds almost…erm…I hate to use this term here…but…it sounds a little…”Orwellian”? Grabbing something that is there, via something that is not yet here, via something that may never be. Maybe my seeing “Neutrons” listed on that “Carcinogens” list that I have above from 2007? Yeah…let’s produce more of those. Let’s create a double inverse of Protons and Electrons, Neutrons, and let’s produce a fuckton of them since “THEY ARE POWERFUL!!!”

They are powerful? No shit Sherlock. I wonder what this “excess of Neutrons” is going both attract AND repel?

^Disney Aladdin – Electro House Remix^

Meh…I gots no answers…and people are gonna do whatever they do.

What’s the worst that can happen?

I can think of some things.

I’d rather not tho.

^White Magic | Pogo^


What would be the purpose, of “a pure vacuum”…other than to destroy it?

POP!

Ever had your ear just start ringing for no reason whatsoever? If we think about membranes and crossing energies, maybe there is more to this phenomenon than just some medical definition/reasoning. I mean, as far as I know? Ringing ears means “say yer prayers” because you are about to die of a heart-attack. And what would be the point of saying yer prayers just prior to dying, assuming that you know that you are about to die? You didn’t give a shit about your life, until all of a sudden you did give a shit about it because you were about to lose it, but you are about to see God anyway…so…what’s the big fucking deal?

Assuming there is a God/gods, it appears that you are about to have some time to go over the finite-details of your life in total, so…why freak the fuck out and try and remember all of that shit that you should have learned at church instead of shooting spitballs at the choir because you thought it was funny. lolz…not that I ever did that or anything…and not that there prolly aren’t times to “say your goodbyes.” But it occurs to me that these are personal choices…not edicts. It seems to me that these are what separates the sheep from the herd, and not just for culling for slaughter. Abraham’s son seems to have survived a culling for slaughter. Granted, a shitload of questions as to “why would God ask Abraham to do such a terrible thing?”

Food for thought.

Strange ways.
^wAFF – Wormhole (Butch’s Earworm Remix) (MHR099)^

I guess I hate the thought of someone sitting across from me, them looking me straight in the eye, and asking me “if I see things.” Them asking me “if I hear things.”

I mean am I supposed to answer? Do I lie if I don’t answer? Do I lie if I purposefully answer incorrectly out of contempt for such a stupid question, when I know that we both know the answer and answers to these questions? Because we either know, or can learn, that these are just gateway questions to more questions. Are we looking for dishonesty? Or reliability? What if someone is reliably dishonest? Is that reliability? What about the whens, wheres and whys that these dynamics change?

There’s only one answer that you are looking for, but you never stop to consider just how limiting that answer is. Or at least, how you have limited yourself by seeking an answer. The thought that some permanent model waits to be discovered under some unturned stone, is like negating every other stone in existence, once you have overturned that one particular stone that you were looking for.

What about all of the previous stones? Did they not matter? Do you need to go and turn them over again in order to retrace your steps as to how you arrived at where you arrived? Did you return these stones to their original positions after overturning them, and if so, how do you know what their original position(s) were are? Aren’t they forever changed by you and your actions, just as much as you are forever changed by their effects on you?

Forever bound, by a sequence of events, that could not be predicted by either nor any…and yet…it happened.

Fate.

Or something.
^Matt Sassari – Phantom (Original Mix) [Tronic]^


My sorting through a lot of my past has gotten me to thinking about much of the reading/learning/experiencing that I encountered when I was younger. I remember a lot of things, therefore, I have trouble with the concept of “originality” as it pertains to ideas. Especially under the banner of “there is nothing new under the sun” types of thinking. But thinking of me as a unique individual that is the product of countless generations of people that lived and died to provide me with the genetic mass that eventually somehow coalesced into this blog of hairy flesh that is me? Yeah…that “nothing new” kinda loses some of its sting, without losing any of it’s string. The threads of time that bound me into the me that is me, stings me here and there to remind me of me. That I am important, just like you, and them.

^Nina Simone – Feeling Good (Raumakustik Rework)^


Yeah…I hate math myself. Primarily because math ALWAYS seems to involve someone else making me do it for more their benefit than mine. Turn me loose on a 10-key, and you prolly should just close up shop, because I am going to fuck that up completely and totally. BUT that makes me wonder as to when mistakes became taboo. And I mean, mistakes being so taboo, that they are completely and totally unacceptable…because someone’s life just might depend on it.

Q: Does that thought contain our answer. Or at least…some answers?

A: ???

If we are operating in realms that are so finite, that the individual that should benefit, actually suffers? Yeah…room for pause there in our thinking. Not that I have paid for and counted on services that I did not receive. But I keep going. When the way that should work for me stops working? Yep…seek another path.

Maybe that’s why the concept “monopoly” only works within the concept of “God” for any length of time.

Maybe that’s why “Acts of God” are so prevalent within the framework of frameworks that we frame.

Maybe we sometimes misinterpret these “acts” within the acts and actions within the act itself.

Maybe none of that makes sense.

Maybe I should find a fencepost to bang my head into.

Should I purchase my own fencepost? Or will any ol’ fencepost do? Don’t wanna make some landowner liable for my actions because I choose to bang my brains out on a fencepost that bordered public land.

Maybe there’s an easement there. Prolly some legal precedent. Not that precedents aren’t important…but…times can and do change. I dunno. I’m just some uneducated dude with a computer, a fair ability to type reasonably fast, and a shitload of freetime to sit and do whatever it is that I am doing.

^Zoo Brazil – Sand (Mendo Remix)^


Right today…wrong tomorrow.

Wrong today…right tomorrow.

Right or wrong today or tomorrow…write today or tomorrow.

Or something.
^Dazz Band – Let It Whip “HQ”^

I guess I’m wrasslin with this concept of discovery as it relates to legacy and posterity, and how those concepts relate to the eternal. It seems to me that the existence of a non-existence of God/a god/gods, makes what we do within the frameworks that exist outside of those concepts even MORE important with respect to ourselves. I mean…if there is no “Superman” to save us…isn’t it our responsibility to save ourselves both pre and/or post?

We operate under the assumption that we are completely and totally alone in The Universe, and yet we create experiments specifically designed to re-create conditions that existed at the beginning of this Universe. I wonder what “The Amoeba Delegation” has to say about their representation, or lack thereof, in these experiments:

Are they fully formed?

Are they represented?

Who is representative of their representation and representations, if not if and of, themselves?

Are we their voice?

Says who?

Have ethics gone out the window?

Or did they just fly right back in after we tossed them out?

I can imagine that if all of the bacteria in our bodies “suddenly went on strike”. Yeah…deep shit…we’d be in it.

^deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get, Whatever (HQ)^


My legs and back are feeling a little better this morning. And so is my neck. My neck still feels like a bunch of soggy spaghetti noodles dancing with a snake of some sort, but I figure that it’ll get better at some point. Or my head will fall off.

Lotta stretching and pulling as of late that seemed to get a bit of relief yesterday/last night. I still feel like 50 pounds of shit crammed into a 10 pound sack…but I always feel like that…so…meh.

My feet are giving the appearance that they want to swell/are going to swell, but they haven’t as of yet. My balance is also a little better today. My quadriceps are pretty gooshy and seem to have trouble deciding which way to turn or what the flying fuck is going on in the rest of my body, but my hamstrings are making an appearance for the first time in decades. Left hip is pulling quite a bit at the crotch, where it appears that my hamstring and quadriceps have been doing battle with my calves for God knows how long.

Oddly enough, all this pulling in my legs is having the oddest of effects on my hands and shoulders of all goddamn things. One of my hands was cramping so bad last night, that I thought it was going to break. Same with my feet. I’m quite used to feet cramps…but sometimes of late, it feels like they are going to start breaking bones. I guess some of this pressure relief on my knees has helped quite a bit in this regard.

Oh…and still shedding skin like a fucking snake. Lotta old scars that I had completely forgotten about, starting to reappear. I wonder where they’ve been hiding?

Just in case anyone was wondering.
^Renegade Soundwave – The Phantom It’s In There^

With all of this grinding and torquing, I imagine that there are a LOT of connective tissues throughout my body that are…erm…enduring a lot of give and take types of changes, and not just/only my skin. At least, not only the visible part(s).

^Situation – Yaz (oo) 1982^


I guess I should wrap this up…but I’m not going to.

The following song, which I am currently listening to now…is WAY too fucking cool to stop writing now.

^Lee Jeffrey – Ten Count (Original Mix)^

😉

cYa | cFa

(-;

^The Grooveline (1978)^

*******

Yay

*How did you get here before me?! Never mind… /lights up…*

template (n.)
1670s, templet “horizontal piece under a girder or beam,” probably from French templet “weaver’s stretcher,” diminutive of temple, which meant the same thing, from Latin templum “plank, rafter,” also “consecrated place” (see temple (n.1)).

The meaning “pattern or gauge for shaping a piece of work” is first recorded 1819 in this form, earlier temple (1680s); the form was altered mid-19c., probably influenced by plate [Barnhart], but the pronunciation did not begin to shift until more recently (templet is still the primary entry for the word in Century Dictionary).

Omen Shnomen… */shrugs…*

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CLICKY: Step Outside Snow Den

This time last year, Dear Reader, I was still embarked on a ‘Pointless Exercise‘. I’ve not touched on the show since but it remains a treasure trove of synchronicity, wrapped up in the innocent garb of an amusing teatime TV quiz show…

*George Michael, who recently died, Clicky… Where are you going with this? …/furrows brow…*

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*Okay… Red Frank’s MEROVEE post… You’re not being rude are you? …/squint…*

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*Ah! Yes, apparently MRS REIGN is a fan of ‘Pointless’… Clever, Clicky… /rubs snout… No, don’t pout… Of course I had faith in where you were taking me… /glances away…*

Armstrong later corroborated the source in a Radio Times interview, where he said a Palace insider affirmed that Pointless was indeed on Her Majesty’s TV viewing schedule.

It’s highly unlikely we’ll ever see The Queen make a guest appearance on the show herself. However, it may make other fans of it rather chuffed to know that they can count on the Head of the Commonwealth amongst their ranks.

Armstrong, Dear Reader, the name Armstrong occurs twice in the Pointless sync I am about to relay…

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*/thinks… From my interview with ‘Cultish‘ author, Hugo Stone?

*/grins… Yeah, Hugo… He’s involved in my Pointless sync as well, Clicky…  /continues grinning…

So, on Thursday evening Thoughtful Man and I were watching a back episode of ‘Pointless‘. It was in the ‘head-to-head’ round when the subject of Royalty came up, as it occasionally does…

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It wasn’t Damien of ‘The Omen‘ fame of course, but Viscount Linley, 2nd Earl of Snowdon, a.k.a. David Armstrong-Jones…

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… Who’s father died the very next day…

*No… /rolls eyes… Yes, that’s Doctor Who as a ‘father’ but that’s not ‘Who’s father’, Clicky… /shakes head…*

… I mentioned Lord Snowdon’s passing to Hugo in conversation on Friday evening, but only after he sent me a news story about ‘Road Rage‘. It was unsolicited – I hadn’t told him of the silly Pointless answer I’d given the night before…

*/sings… You give me road rage… Love that strong Welsh accent, Clicky… Hey! Snowdon is in Wales… /smiles…*

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*/gasps… OMG! Clicky, the brilliant sci fi book I’m currently proofing for Leggy… You are so clever! …/holds out arms… Come here, you impossible creature…/rubs snout…*

Dear Reader, I hope you have enjoyed this pointless sync at the LoL. I’m off to continue my reading, so if you have any questions or observations, please avail yourself of the comment section, below…

Oh yes… And have a Song ❤

 

 

 

 

 

Tasting, Testing, One, Two… */taps mic…*

MONDAY NIGHT

Whilst twittering with Hugo, he sent me a link to a story written by a Clemmie, about a dead girl called Ruth Turner, who talks to her celeb sibling via psychics…

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‘Tis true, mediums may facilitate convos with her dear departed sis (15), but Physics warned Anthea (56) about her husband’s philandering with Zoe (27) a socialite…

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Poor Anthea’s career trajectory had taken a sharp downward turn from the zenith of ‘TV Golden Girl’ after she sold out on her wedding day to a Snowflake.

The psychic story has already been updated once, and Physics remains, so it can’t possibly be a typo 😉

TUESDAY AFTERNOON

I received a missive from the Okie Devil that includes a famous physicist’s diagram. Had a bit trouble with Clicky… The lest said the better… But was also interested to hear Cade talk about ESP…

Um…no. I am not saying that. You said that. That said, I don’t think that ESP is what most people think it is. I think that it is much more complicated, detailed and complex than simply…ESP. But then again, I see both the “scientific” and “religious” sides of such a concept, and I see much much more than one or the other.
EXAMPLE: Have you ever been outside on a nice day, irrespective of the weather type/conditions. and just been like…”HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! WHAT AN AWESOME PLANET!!!”?
To me, that is ESP as much as anything. It’s almost as if God/The gods/The Universe is asking you…
“So…whadda ya think?” And then, give you a little wink…;-)
That feeling of being alive. NOT self-awareness…I’m talking about something else entirely. That feeling that NOTHING matters in this moment except the moment itself. Just you, and that moment, and all that came together over the history of histories, and over the time of times….just to make that one perfect moment for you. It’s almost as if God him or herself dropped by in that moment, just to say hi. No worries, no birth, no death, just…now.
Those moments last forever eh?
To me, that is just one form of what could be called ESP.
The Creator’s love is something that we tell ourselves we cannot understand.
But sometimes, we understand it just fine.
Fucking-A and Hells Bells and all that shit! Prayer is ESP if you ask me.
But no one is asking me.
Unless they are. 😉

*Oh yeah, Clicky, Clemmie’s short for Clementine… Someone specifically mentioned that name… /thinks… When was it, Sunday?*

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*And Hugo just published his story about Nazi bunnies…*

*Well yeah, Clicky, most of the characters are rabbits… /raises hand and points… Don’t start…*

Later in the evening I posted a couple of knot-eyes over on Red Frank’s MEROVEE. Head of the European Central Bank, Mario Draghi, and a number of Italian politicians had been hacked by a ‘high-ranking Mason‘, and the breathless ‘news’ out of CNN and Buzzfeed that Donald Trump had procured himself some showers.

WEDNESDAY MORNING

Blue Frank put up a new post that featuring not only a Mason playing a high-ranking Nazi, but also a Monty…

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Ah the Nazis, supreme coiners of the euphemisms like ‘Passivrauchen‘ (‘Secondhand Smoke’), you just can’t beat them… Quite literally it seems, as news of the growing menace of ‘Secondhand Sugars’ was announced to the world…

Meanwhile, a roller coaster at Warn Her Bros in Oz had broken down, stranding riders…

… Just as the Trump revelations looked to be turning into a secondhand hoax..

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Dear Reader, make of  this as you will but I feel in need of a Song. Doo have one…

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