Anyway…long story short, a Sufi moves to a city to open a school. There are three people in this city who are familiar with this Sufi and his work, they all three desire to be students of this Sufi, and the Sufi employs/enlists all three under the auspices of…
My Critic
My Defender
My Employer
The first two are odd enough, but make sense, when you see and understand the the intentions of the Sufi. However, employing someone to be your employer? That’s kind of a weird thought, eh? Anyway…thinking about this story in terms of today’s world and atmosphere and using the vernacular of this time, the Sufi seems like he’s setting up…a conspiracy…eh?
Or is he a teacher who needs to learn in order to teach those that wish to learn? I mean, how else do you learn to teach? Yep…gotta learn how to learn. So invasive, these students are 😛
^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^
How we apply what we learn seems to be the place where things perpetuate themselves and their eternal via change. Ironic, eh? But not really. I mean…when you learned whatever you learned, there was prolly a change there, yeah? Why would you not expect whatever you learned to change even more when and where you apply it?
And so…percentages suddenly become our friends. But if you really want to jump that train, you’ve got to wrap your head around the concept of gaps and gapping. Some can be bridged, some not. You can do a quick scan back through your own time and get a good bead on what these are rather rapidly. Failed and successful relationships of all kinds in there prolly. Assuming you have been afforded the opportunity that is. Can’t learn much as a corpse in a box.
That said, some gaps cannot nor will not ever be filled. You can prolly relate to this concept as well via the past. But in the percentages model, it always seems to be the one that you think you have a bead on, that causes you to focus on the other end thinking that it can be tamed as well.
EX: 99.9% – 100%. It makes the assumption that you have already correctly calculated the gap to zero(0) on the other end.
The thinking that I’ve been doing lately has me to thinking that neither gap on either end can be accurately calculated. Not in the way and ways it’s being attempted anyway. Lotta folding there that is going twist and create a simultaneousness that suddenly makes discernment as to which end you are at impossible.
Continuing to assume that you remain on the end in which you started is only going to further complicate this confusion. Primarily because, things will begin to simultaneously move so fast and so slow at the same time, that you can no longer discern what is moving and what is not moving.
Lotta differences in those two versions of the same passage. And speaking of passage and passages, a lot time has transpired and transacted during the passage of time between writings of those two versions.
Are we looking for:
A: similarities?
B: Sameness?
C: Differences?
D: All of the above?
E: All of the above above?
That’s just my thinking tho.
Meh.
Anything that we forgo, tends to create a gap.
Almost sounds like a cog turning about a wheel, that is entangled with the cog and cogs of another wheel, eh?
^The Smiths – These things take time^
It’s now Wednesday May 31. I started writing this yesterday, but a conversation I had via Twitter kinda drained me, which resulted in me ranting over at Merovee in order to make sense of…fuck it….whatever….I gots no answers.
Yeah…
Someone made an interesting observation on Twitter about a scientist that appears to be “crossing the streams”…if you will. I tried to go to the story, but got the message above.
"The College Fix" ain't working. lolz
Anyway…yeah…it appears that rigidity is rigid. Especially in the application thereof. Or lack of. To think that physical laws do not apply to the physical objects that they describe seems kinda…weird. Prolly why I operate under the assumption that:
A) any scientific law is equally applicable across the board outside of it’s own definitions, and
B) calling anything “law” is foolhardy in and of itself. Including the temporary states of matter is pointless without simultaneously excluding them.
Yeah…both. Forever and always, in all things, both. It’s going to work itself out as to which is contextually applicable at the time of observation.
Freedom knows nor understands no concept such as itself without bondage. Maybe it's time that "Newtonian" is freed from science's shackles.
— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 31, 2017
But to think that this case will ALWAYS be the case, is neglecting the time and times that allowed you to make the observation in the first place. A lack of understanding of time and times as they behave and operate over time. Yes…it’s quite pesky…this little paradigm of paradox that I submit is equally solvable and unsolvable. 😉
Did you know that if your spelling is so bad, yet you transpose letters in just the right word, at just the right time, you can sometimes stumble across gems?
"submit"
becomes
"sumbit"
I must be thinking about time as it does not relate to the time that I am trying to write about that thought in.
All kinds of mistakes and snafus that wind up teaching us stuff.
^Goldfrapp – Anymore (Official Video)^
I’m not gonna jump on the “I’ve Been Saying This All Along” bandwagon, primarily because I haven’t been saying this all along. I’ve thought about it quite a bit. I’ve espoused it quite a bit in my own personal life. But you don’t know me do you? How could you know me? I don’t expect you to know me. I’m just a fan in the stands cheering you stupid fucks on. Yeah…both teams. Any team. I don’t care what team you are on nor what you are trying to accomplish…I’m cheering you on. Unless I’m not.
If you weren’t chasing your dreams, our paths would never have crossed…right? Ever stopped to consider the possibility that someone exists for the sole purpose of helping others chase and achieve their dreams? That someone could have a dream, and that dream is to help others dream? We all do that from time to time. Mine is just a little more focused in that area. It helps the sting of “those who can’t do, teach” not burn quite so bad.
^Martin Roth – An Analog Guy In A Digital World^
I guess this is a short week for those in the civilized and industrial worlds.
I noticed in my recent travels that someone pulled this one out of the hat for some odd reason. Prolly all of the AI and robots talk as of late.
I have no interest in the subject of robotics, which is why I neither write nor talk about it.
I have an inlaw that owns a rather successful robotics company tho.
Success…it’s all around us.
Q: Now what?
A: ???
^Röyksopp- Alpha male Wolves clip^
What does having successful relatives have to do with me?
Nothing.
I mean…kinda it does…but not really.
As a matter of fact, it has the effect of compounding the nothingness that I already am.
“Less Than Less Than”…in a comparative contextual kinda way.
Sounds accurate.
/shrug
^The Speakeasy Three – When I Get Low, I Get High – ( Official Video )^
NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!
I'm thinking about doing that myself.
^the smiths, death of a disco dancer, buik remasters^
X: Where ya gonna go?
Cade: …
X: Sounds risky.
Cade: …
X: You sure you wanna travel this path?
Cade: …
B: Allow me here if I may…maybe a course change is order Captain.
Cade: …
T: I have some thoughts.
Cade: 🙂
X: Broken and melty like an ice-cube fired out of a bazooka towards the sun in the Northern Hemisphere during the month of July.
Cade: Sounds…accurate.
Z: I’m all about accuracy sometimes.
Cade: lolz…sometimes?
Z: 😉
0: No comment.
Cade: rofl…no pointers to be considered there, eh?
0: None.
Cade: OMG! That’s quite enough references to absurdity.
0: I’m done.
Cade: This is like shooting fish in a barrel.
C: Why would someone shoot fish in a barrel?
Cade: I dunno. How big is the barrel? Can’t you see?
C: Har har.
X: Are you going to invoke size? Or quantity?
Cade: Aren’t they the same?
0: We need a bigger barrel.
Cade: Bigger barrel for bigger fish is indicative of need for a bigger gun.
T: May I suggest…Howitzers?
Cade: Jesus fucking CHRIST!!! What kind of fish are we talking here, and can our lumber industry/industries support such an endeavor?
X: Always a bigger fish.
Cade: I fucking KNEW you were gonna say that!!!
X: 😉
Cade: My comment on Twitter regarding relativity and change was meant to invoke more of a quantity of speed than distance.
X: Why is that?
Cade: Prolly because there was a weird link to something that Roob said in a conversation yesterday.
Z: And what was that, which Roob said, in a conversation, yesterday.
Cade: I can’t remember what she said smartass.
X: …
Cade: She posted a link to a picture of cookies that were shaped like a penguin and a groundhog.
Z: And what did we deduce from that?
Cade: I wound up cruising The LoL’s December archive.
X: Lotta stuff there, eh?
Cade: Yeah. We’ve covered some ground.
X: But…
Cade: It was what was missing.
A: Which is?
Cade: Roob’s writing. I think I’ve run all her readers off.
X: And…
Cade: It bothers me that her part of what we do together is prolly overlooked.
X: And…
Cade: I guess I can see what she does better.
Z: And why is that?
0: Yes…why is that?
Cade: Prolly because I know what I send her vs what she posts.
X: Makes a lot of changes, eh?
Cade: Almost never.
X: Which leads us to…
Cade: She changes a LOT.
T: That makes no sense.
X: Which will bring us to…
Cade: The empty spaces that holograms/templates create…before, during, and after.
X: All at the same time?
Cade: Technically…yeah. It depends on how you look at the time.
A: What about “the before time” portion of that?
Cade: In the context of now, that thought is simultaneously both peaceful and comforting and mind-bendingly scary.
Z: Why is that?
Cade: The thought of having to try and explain it to someone.
X: Explain what?
Cade: Um…time, before time as we know it, via where we know it, as a construct for time as we know it.
X: Yer back to that “prior to now” portion of Big Bang + Big Swirl = Now.
Cade: Vectors and vectoring.
X: Like shooting a bullet with a bullet.
Cade: Lotta symbolism everywhere as to things that were, that are again.
0: And not just from “The Evil Dead Movies” perspective?
Cade: It’s everywhere.
C: What about the symbolism itself?
Cade: Layers and layering. A lot of plans within the plan.
X: But you personally feel that “the planning” aspect is overlooked in the current context.
Cade: Hey…if you can’t get your head wrapped around the concept of “The Alpha And Omega” being a pointer to “the now”…join the fucking club. It’s a difficult concept to ponder.
Z: From which end?
Cade: Yes.
A: Exactly what I was thinking.
Cade: The absent nature of applicability is…erm…unpopular.
X: Ironic.
Cade: Indeed.
0: Indeed, you say? Not gonna read into that one.
Cade: Can’t help but read into it, that doesn’t mean that I have to entertain it.
T: And why would you not want to?
Cade: No idea who is reading this. I only know who has to edit it. 😐
X: She made a reference to Internet Filtering didn’t she?
Cade: Something like that.
X: Care to elaborate?
Cade: OK…take the user name of the following video for example.
Z: Which is what?
Cade: MrOmar Osama
X: And that is related to Mr. Jarred Harris, how?
Cade: Associations.
0: Ironic.
Cade: Very.
X: Associations of what type and types via what sorts of typing methods?
Cade: Negative via Positive/Negative that leads to Negative.
X: I thought that tenets, tomes and edifices were something on which to be clung?
Cade: For how long?
X: Kinda…”leaves people out” don’t it?
Cade: Just a little.
X: Hmmmm….
^Benny Benassi ft. Channing – Come fly away (DJ Winn remix)^
We have a new missive from The Okie Devil for you now, Dear Reader. I’ve split it into two postings because…
*Well yes, Clicky, I can…*
On a synchromystic side note, I see Deadmau5 has released a new tune today… And just a couple of days after this…
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Apple Computers has announced that it is introducing their latest offering in the Quantum Computing market. Unlike ordinary computers, users can now immerse themselves in the total experience of the virtual world while IRL in the real world.
The computers are called Everything Depends, or ED, and is sure to be a hit with fans who are already lining up in large numbers to be the first kid on their block with one for the summer. The new offering even has a built in customer support interface, where users can attempt to fix any issues themselves and seek assistance from Apool’s customer support, both at the same time (pictured above).
Apull spokesperson Corine Burns-Towlpleez said,
“We are please to present this new offering at a time when the endless-upgrades market and its growth-based projections has all but dried up, and think that users will really be able to get into this new wave of directly interfacing with complete strangers who want to know every single detail about everything in order to better serve their and/or our needs.”
The timing of this “summer release” is not without its critics among Apol! users looking to jump into the sandwagon. Especially those in foreign markets that will have to wait for winter for it to be be summer. But computing behemoth states that it has intentionally scheduled their release so as to be able to be meet global production demands across the board. “Once users see how many floating-point operations this baby can do at the same time, they’re gonna want to dive right in with the rest of us. You be surfing The Web almost like actually surfing and surfing The Web at the same time,” said Apool Senior Engineer Lee Quid.
One Apull user amongst the many we randomly canvassed for a decent usable soundbyte summed it up perfectly for the ending of this segment…
“It’s Divine.”
^Jay De Lys – Moschino Boy (Original Mix)^
This is the kind of thing that I normally would not do/would not point out…but I’m gonna do just that for the reasons that I am. And even tho the chances of him ever reading this is just about nil, I’m going to go ahead and apologize to Jarred Harris right here.
I watched Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows 5x over the long weekend. And during one of those viewings, I noticed that Jarred Harris, who plays Moriarty in the film, appears to have an “M” in his forehead/just above and between the eyes. So…dude…why would you “point out something that you normally wouldn’t point out?” Welp…let’s start with why I normally wouldn’t, seeing as how I already have pointed out what I wouldn’t have normally pointed out (The “M” reference).
Jarred Harris is a real person. He is who he is. And like most people, some things he can change, and some he cannot. That said, I’m a fan of Guy Ritchie and his films, and know a little bit about him and his methods and messages via his films. I have done some reading about the only film of his that I have not seen…”Revolver”. So, seeing the importance and prominence of the letter “M” within the film itself, I cannot help but wonder if Ritchie didn’t catch this “synchronistic irony” during the casting process.
I don’t watch much “making of” clips these days, but there were three shorts on the production process of Game of Shadows on the DVD. Interestingly enough, there was a clip where they were talking to Ritchie about the casting process for the Moriarty character, and the difficulties they encountered in finding and selecting one. Ritchie stumbled around a bit during the interview as to their choosing of Jarred Harris and why they chose him, but I cannot help but wonder if Ritchie, and prolly others, didn’t notice the same thing (up to, and including, Harris himself).
^An artist measures her face inch-by-inch. 3 weeks later, it’s a stunning masterpiece.^
Gotta keep in mind that filmmakers are very observant people. Hell….people who aren’t filmmakers are very observant people…but I digress.
With that in mind, there seems to be nagging question of “do you find synchronicity/synchronicities, or do they find you?”
A: Yes
Anyway, it seems to me that when you leave one or the other out in either situation, you are leaving yourself out, even if you are including yourself in. But even the previous sentence/thought is contradictory and laced with ironies. So the thought is prolly gonna be “why me?”
I dunno.
/me shrugs
“Sense” seems to be made when it is made, and not prior to that point. Some of those focuses and focusing operate in different times at different speeds that are sometimes perceptible as such to the observer(s) and participant(s). Gotta keep in mind tho that time is a flow of times within the flow of time. Maybe that will help you better deal with the concept of “speed” contextually when it slows and/or accelerates.
In our time and times as of 2017, it seems that time speeds up and slows down damn near simultaneously all the time thanks to our gadgetry and gizmos. But I think that our comfort level with these things is not quite what we tell ourselves that it is.
EX: When shit gets all kinds of sideways in your life, and shit is flying at you as if you were in the middle of a tornado traversing a used-toilet store…stop for a second and think about where you are. Where you really are.
Now…think about someone who you do not know, but you know where they might be. Say…some sparsely populated South Pacific island perhaps. Now think about their life and what they are doing at that very moment. What they might be doing now.
Is the sun up where they are?
Is it Winter or Summer where they are?
Or Spring?
Or Fall?
Do they even have “Fall” in the South Pacific?
Are they asleep?
Awake?
Eating dinner?
Eating breakfast?
Getting freaky in hula-skirts?
See how easy that is?
^Yello – The Expert (Full High Definition Video) Najlepsza Jakość ! Czysty głos!^
Not so easy you say? Now you wanna be anywhere in the world except where you currently are? Welp, that weren’t the point of dis exercise, but it’s OK to feel however you feel. That said, don’t try and put yourself in their environment outside of trying to empathize with their current plight as it relates to yours, and when. Cause like…if you are at work now, and all you can think about currently is getting home so you can dressed up, go out, get drunk, and hopefully get laid…you’ll be doing that soon enough…if you get lucky anyway. 😉
But yeah, it’s about trying to put yourself in more of a helper role. Don’t keep singling yourself out because of your own plight and current dissatisfaction with it….it’s limiting. Leave yourself where you are, but also try and imagine yourself where they are, but at their side trying to assist them in any endeavors they are trying to accomplish. Almost like rooting on a complete stranger from a distance. Everyone needs fans. Even me. I need some case fans for my computer. Actually, I already have them…just need to get off my fat ass and install them.
^dEpEchE modE- Just Can’t Get Enough (Schizo Mix)^
I can prolly comment on just about anything and everything. But the comment that most have trouble dealing with? Yeah…not having one. Or, just choosing not to espouse it/not making a comment. I mean, isn’t that comment enough sometimes? Not that I need any motivation or encouragement to run my mouth incessantly.
Lolz
^Daft Punk – Around The World^
I relayed what might be considered a rather bold statement to someone recently, and this comment was in regard to the movie Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows…which I called “The Gone With The Wind for our generation.”
*/cough...*
A quip like that is prolly gonna cause some guffaws, but this movie is fucking HUGE! It addresses our own Civil War and Civil Wars, and does so via another time whose effects are still rippling via and through our own time. Commercialism is gonna be a popular word to associate with that thought. Especially as it applies to the commercialization of government. And I’m not talking about private business incorporated with government by assuming the functions of government under whatever auspices and context they assume them under…I’m talking about advertising.
Yep, advertising government and its very existence, via all kinds of mediums using all kinds of methods, up to, and including, the unkind kind. Hell, Twitter would prolly have to close-up shop if people weren’t yelling at each other over whatever bullshit “latest development” they are yelling about. And not that I mind this yelling per se. But I really don’t give a shit how much a jacket that the First Lady Melania Trump is wearing cost. It’s hers. She bought it. Who cares? If you have $200 set aside to spend on a jacket, are you gonna buy a $20 jacket and donate the rest of the money to UNICEF? I doubt it. So what’s the big fucking deal?
Welp…government and advertising. Not that I am recommending subversion. But if you don’t stop to consider how cool it is to have the opportunity of having the honor of “being blocked on Twitter by The President of The United States”…and then going on to bitch about this publicly using the same medium?
Yeah…interesting times. I used to have to write letters if I wanted to talk to The President. It took months and sometimes years to get a response, assuming you got one at all.
^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^
Yep…a lot of cool themes addressed in this movie. Not saying that the bad stuff addressed is cool. But the manner in which these issues are addressed…is cool. Some might say that this layering would be “Hollywood’s” overt attempt at subversion in indoctrinating our children.
/me rolls eyes
Got news for ya pal and pal-ettes, we are motherfucking STEEPED in currency with respect to our situation(s)…meaning we are current and up to date on the conditions of the pool in the deep end. And much like the earthquake pool at the top, “the deep end” depends on your time-based perspective in a changing environment, as sometimes…under the right circumstances…the shallow end can become the deep end real fucking quick.
Everything Depends on context.
Intent.
Intentions.
Will.
What “will” you do?
What was your reason for?
When?
Before?
Or after?
Did anything change?
When?
According to whom?
^Goldfrapp – Systemagic (Official Video)^
I’m just guessing here, but it seems to me that the personal computer may be replacing the silver screen and television with respect to channeling fear(s). Or maybe just augmenting it. Prolly much the way that movies replaced and then augmented stage/live theatre, and television later replaced and then augmented movies. So I can understand the prevalence of invasiveness. But there’s nothing written that says you must own a computer and/or television. And you prolly also make your own decisions as whether or not you attend theatres of any kind.
Thinking in this vein, it’s almost like a reverse “getting shit for free” angle with respect to privacy and data harvesting. One of the prevailing notions is that of obtaining free energy. Welp, it seems to me that we’ve been obtaining free energy for the entire written record of recorded history. Just…someone somewhere along the line found a whole shitload of it, had more than they could ever use, and started selling it to others so that they didn’t have to do the work themselves when in need of energy in that form.
If you’ve never seen the documentary called “I AM” by filmmaker Tom Shadyac, he addresses this same concept/principle. But you have to keep some contexts in mind when thinking about wealth distribution. Primarily the thought that the wealth has already been distributed, it’s all in what we do with it from there. We already have everything there is…now we just gotta decide what to do with it.
Yeah…no really much to think about there. I don’t have jack shit cept for what I do, and I’m not sure what I else I really need other than those things that I do need. There’s a few things that I want as well, but I have no idea how to get them…so I must not need them.
/shrug
It’s a good flick. Hell, a great flick. But then again, I’ve traveled a path that is similar in many ways to that of the filmmaker, so I would prolly be expected to like the film. irrespective, definitely worth a watch.
^I Am | trailer US (2011)^
The trailer above stresses the following…
Q: What is wrong with the world, and what can we do about it?
I have a question my very own self…
Q: What if there is nothing wrong with the world?
A: Kinda works its own self out, eh?
Not trying to spoil the flick, but I recall the filmmaker finding a similar answer during the course of his journey via a question that he might not have even thought to ask.
If you look for something…you will find it.
^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^
Last night, I wrote a crazy-assed story that you may or may not have read by now. It was inspired simply by scrolling through some tweets on Twitter, and noticing one about the final game being played later that evening for The Stanley Cup Finals. The person who Tweeted it was saying something to the effect of “Go Pens” or something like that, which I found strange seeing as how this person appears to live in Texas somewhere. Not that we are still strangers to ice hockey here in Texas, nor that everyone in Texas who follows professional hockey should be a Stars fan because they are the only pro team in the entire state, but it did get me to thinking.
The first thing that I thought about was Conference Loyalty. It’s very prevalent in professional football between the AFC and NFC, but I don’t know enough about professional hockey in The US to even know if they have divisions. Checked the NHL website, and they do indeed have divisions/conferences…cleverly enough…Eastern and Western. Dallas is in the Western, and Pittsburg in the Eastern, so I guess it could be that if they hate the Dallas Stars. But prolly just a Pittsburgh Penguins fan.
But anyway…yeah…that’s the kind of crap I started thinking about, and then I started thinking about the nuttiness of professional sports, then I started thinking about the nuttiness of professional sports fans…so…I got as nutty as possible with the story. “Extreme Sports” are not really necessary for there to be extreme circumstances within a sport. But if you expect everything within a certain realm to stay exactly as it is via as it was in order to better order and manage, while at the same time that you also expect growth? Maybe you are asking too much.
Suggestion: Indestructible Immortal Robots...it's the only way to be sure.
^Raven – On And On 1985^
I wonder how you would like…check up on your Indestructible Immortal Robot to see how it’s coming along? I’ve mentioned before, that without a hell of an extended warranty plan, and one bad-assed customer support team? Yeah…you could leave a thinking hunk of metal stranded somewhere for a long-assed time if something breaks. It’d prolly be pretty fucking pissed-off when you finally somehow showed up to check on them.
Just sayin.
^Nitzer Ebb – Never Known^
Thinking like that tho is prolly why I think the concept of “The Three Laws of Robotics” will fail. Especially as it relates to the individual laws themselves and their linear nature/linear looping nature that completely omits the whole of the concept itself. Very…erm…dictatorial. Needs more choice. Even if that choice is not to implement these “laws” at all. Governance is not about assurance.
In my mind, it’s more about assurances and assuring. It allows things to develop. Less singular in a more singular way. Flowy. Fuzzy. Which in and of themselves are quite rigid in their flowy fuzzy flow. Dunno…I gots no answers, and no one is asking anything anyway…so…yeah or something.
But Dublin Airport have revealed the truth about the animal – it actually has an overgrown tooth.
They said: “Sorry to spoil all the online jokes, but don’t think that hare has a cigarette in its mouth. It’s more likely an overgrown tooth.”
… I got a missive this morning from Cade about a missing tooth…
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Maybe it's time we discussed my missing tooth...
I had been a professional hockey player for most my career until I retired at the end of it. I was the top scoring goalie of all time, averaging an average of 16 touchdowns per game on average. Our team was on our way to our third consecutive NASCAR Winston Cup Championship, and if we could win this final game, we’d achieve it. However, we were playing our old nemisiseses on their own turf, which was actually ice and not turf, but whatever.
Their lead-defenseman was somehow this old goalie’s personal nemesis, but only because I played more offense than defense, and it pissed this guy off no end that a goalie was scoring all the goals and setting all the records. As a matter of fact, the only scoring record that I didn’t hold was scoring on myself, which they don’t have a record for. Interesting footnote here…the league considered creating such a category to make things a little more fair for anyone playing us, but never did.
The day finally arrived. It was raining heavily just prior to the game start, and there was concern as to how it would affect our performance as a team. There was even discussion amongst the league officials as to whether the game should even be played at all or postponed until the weather cleared. But once we got indoors and inside the arena, those fears faded. The game…was on.
The game had been going on since the starter shot a hole in the green flag with a flare gun. Tt was a massacre. We had scored so many touchdowns in the first 3 first-halves of play, that the officials stopped keeping score. This angered our nemisiseses, who had not scored a point all night because they felt like they were being taunted by the “999” on the three-numbered scoreboard. But that’s as high as it went…so contact the manufacturer’s customer service in the off-season.
There were only 7 more quarters or so left to play and we were winning. As they were no longer keeping score I just hovered by the beer cart near the net at my end. My nemesis couldn’t get at me at this end. Besides I was getting pretty fucking drunk by that point anyway, and the last thing we need in a hockey game is a rugby scrum. Little did I know that’s exactly what we were about to get.
I had been averaging over 17 minutes of play-time per quarter during the game, which is weird because there are only 15 minutes in a quarter. Now that the game was all but wrapped up, I was averaging 18 beers per quarter, which is pretty cheap.
Anyway…their main forward spun out in turn two, hit the retaining wall at full-speed, but was able to hit the eject button in time and was now dangling from his parachute in the rafters. This meant he was out for the remainder of the game when they could safely drag the ladders out onto the ice to retrieve him.
As a result, their team called for “the double-substitution”. This allowed them to switch a defenseman to offense (if they are doing so badly that this is really the only option they have left), but since they called the double-sub, this meant that the player’s stick has suddenly become defective and/or unusable. If there is no suitable replacement equipment available, he can use whatever is handy to replace it with.
Had I known that there was a rugby tournament in the arena the night before, what happened next probably wouldn’t have been so confusing to me. One of the rugby players had apparently left some of equipment from the night before in our nemisiseses’ pit stalls, and so…he came at me with a cricket bat.
I mean…the guy didn’t even have the puck. He just came at me, full speed, with that big ass bat’s business end pointed right at me. I was already so drunk that I assumed it was some sort of trick play. Plus, I had almost half a beer left, so it took me a moment to decide whether to set the cup down and finish it later, or if I had time to slam it back and throw the cup at him before he got to me.
I opted for the latter, and don’t remember much after that. I hear there’s a video of it on YouTube tho. I dunno. I haven’t re-watched it in a long time.
Anyway, I lost a tooth in the process.
(Story inspired by someone tweeting something about Hockey on Twitter)
The time is now 20.37 on Sunday 28th May 2017. Housework’s dun, cooking’s dun, Parts 1 and 2 are dun… Hears Part 3…
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So you are prolly wondering what in the fuck a $5.00 pot of beans on a stovetop has to do with some multi-billion dollar particle accelerator…and…um…lolz…um…mine was cheaper?
lolz
I guess in Relativistic terms…yeah…they prolly cost about the same amount.
Just wondering how you can quantify one thing without taking others into consideration that are equally important in the facilitation of whatever action you are quantifying. You’ve already qualified it, now you are quantifying it, then…what? Aggregating the two?
Qualified + Quantified = Quantiqualified? Or Qualiquantified?
Or Quantiqualaqualaquantified?
Q4ified?
Sounds...timey, with a dimensional aspect or 3.
^Zlad! – Elektronik Supersonik HD BEST QUALITY Remastered Sound^
X: I’m gonna take that back…I do have something. Cade: Do tell. X: If I asked you a question…would you answer it? Cade: I just did. X: OK…so in theory, we have established a base of trust since you answered and answered honestly. Cade: Fair enough. X: What do you hope to achieve from all this? Cade: As Roob so succinctly pointed out recently…it’s free. X: Does that absolve you of responsibility? Cade: Yeah right. X: There was an allusion to this in that “Watchmen” movie you rewatched recently. Cade: You are referring to the line “Free is just another word for Socialist.” X: That’s the one. Cade: But isn’t that politics? Will and wills operating in realms that they are either uncertain of, or uncertain about? Z: Keep going… Cade: So…we fall back on our tenets in the face of change. X: Fall back? Cade: Contextually, that would be the preferred nomenclature. Z: Why is that? Cade: I assume because free is scary in a number of ways. And “falling-back” requires the freedom to do so, the space to do so, and the area to fall back to. So…a strategic retreat. X: Strings? Cade: Sure. But we never stop to consider that “if an apple falls out of the sky when we hunger/are hungry” a need was met. X: Fair enough. Cade: Sorry, but there are certain futures that I can handle and certain futures that I cannot. A: Care to be specific? Cade: It’s easy to imagine the entire world and everything and everyone in flames. It is difficult to imagine my personal life in flames while the rest of the world spins on unaffected. X: And yet… Cade: Both are easy for me to imagine. The latter, in the above example, being the easiest to imagine. 0: Wait a moment here…you just contradicted yourself. Cade: Not really…because I have no frame of reference with respect to both in one or the other context, when there are really 4 scenarios there…not two. X: But when you boil it down? Cade: Only one. X: And which one is that? Cade: Mine. Z: In all contexts? Cade: Something like that. What other frame of reference do I have? X: Ooohhh…what ones do you have indeed. Cade: Only the ones I care to entertain. Z: And what about all the ones we throw at you that you don’t want to entertain? Cade: I entertain them on their own merits as best I can. (Preferably, the less the better) X: Kinda difficult operating in territory you are familiar with and comfortable with, eh? Cade: Yep. A very comfortable discomfort. X: …
You came loaded for bear to a fight with Godzilla. Yep…a strategic retreat might be in order, but that doesn’t change your intent nor intentions does it? Because you are gonna return with a bigger goddamn gun. Assuming that the strategic retreat itself works out.
Footnote: ET wouldn’t turn up like that because physical travel to another world in one lifetime is impossible. E=MC² dictates this reality, but its author Albrecht Einstein believed there was some kind of magnetism-related dimension able to overcome the illusion of separation and distance. As Einstein has yet to be proved wrong about anything, I’ve no desire to argue with the bloke dead or alive.
I’ve thought about this certain concept all week, but I figured I would spring something on Roob without her knowledge. I mean…this is supposed to be fun, and she ain’t been writing much, so let’s see how big of an asshole this makes me.
^Wax Trax (Black Box Vol.1) [16]. Ajax – Mind The Gap^
Kindof a weird observation to make, considering I don’t read/watch/keep up with the news.
Meh…I trust the people that give me my news secondhand. Or thirdhand. Or whateverhand. News is a filtering process of information anyway. God knows how many people this “news” has been through already by the time it hits the headlines. And depending on where you get your news, god only knows how many headlines this headline went through to aggregate their own. Prolly why these news sources are getting so fucking “grabby” with respect to information. Data, and loads of it. Completely devoid of context outside of a singular event that somehow negotiated its way onto your radar. As if there is some hidden something there that will provide some hidden insight into why your personal radar operates the way it does.
WOAH!!! Hit ya with a twist there, eh? Since when is this story about YOU?!?!?!?
Welp…
Q: When did you get involved with it?
A: I bet we can now gather all kinds of data and information about you, and bang out a nice psychological profile that details why you like what you like and do what you do.
^Devo – Uncontrollable Urge – From Urgh! A Music War HQ^
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Well, there you are Dear Reader… and here I am, and over there somewhere… */pointlessly points…* is Cade. The time is 23:11 on Sunday 28th May 2017 and I hope your day has been as much fun as mine has…
Now that we have those in mind, let’s think about “The Big Bang”…k?
Got all those?
Good.
So let’s think Carbon and Hydrogen, and lets add “Carbon Dating” in that thought pile…k?
Q: Where is change as it relates to The Universe outside of Science and its Scientific Processes?
A: !!!
Yeah…IT AIN’T FUCKING THERE!!!!!!!!!!! !!!! !
It’s devoid of save for your own creative processes that further define the original whatever that you saw. As a result, ain’t choo gettin sidetracked?
Yeah…commercialism is gonna be a biggie in a finite life like ours. And just because you are selling under the auspices of “for the future and future generations”…doesn’t mean “the future nor its own generations” are buying it. As a matter of fact, it seems to me that “the call from the future” would prolly be something more akin to…
“HEY!!! PAST!!! LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!”
I mean…our past left us the fuck alone…right?
So yeah…the process of change as it relates to changes, as it relates to changing.
^Duran Duran – Girls On Film [DMC Synthminx Remix]^
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
Here, Dear Reader, I would like to bring to your attention a instance of our Past of very much NOT leaving us the fuck alone… And it has to do with will…
That’s the experience of inhabitants of the Blue (Smoking) Universe…
I’m thinking about the movie “There Will Be Blood” with respect to “Infinite Anything” here…and the comment that the character Daniel Plainview made to his right-hand man Fletcher after their Sunday Ranch well comes in…
“What are you looking so miserable about? There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet! No one can get at it except for me.”
So you find your infinite power source, you build your machines to harness it and distribute it…and irrespective of where you think I am going with this…you may or may not be right.
Weird how that works, eh?
Anyway…you got your machine that is going to last forever harnessing forever energy forever. Sounds kinda…”locked in”…eh?
What about the changes outside of this machine?
What about the changes inside of this machine?
Are you sucking?
Or blowing?
Or both?
Or neither?
When and where?
Are you sure that an Electron, is an Electron, is an Electron?
Always and forever?
Yes. I am suggesting that the conditions of the machine and within the machine that harnesses this whatever will actually potentially create a time-rift that is likely to be undetectable and non-discernible. So the question becomes, as time progresses normally outside of this rift, is the non-changing aspect of the machine and its energy/energies having additional unknowable types of affects on this time change?
We are most likely dealing with vacuums if we are talking about energy production/harnessing/creation. And even if we aren’t, we should be, because the transportation/redirection of energy itself is going to require, and vacuums of its own volition and of its own accord…so…yeah. Maybe this Vacuum of Space ain’t really what we think it is.
I still say that with enough speed, I can travel through space with no environmental suit nor supplemental Oxygen, and will be able to breathe just fine. Just gotta think vibration(s) and color(s) and adjust trajectory accordingly. Not that I am willing to test this theory as of yet. 😛
So thinking about it now…are you sure that you’ve not harnessed a single Electron in a loop, and that Electron is moving both so fast and so slow simultaneously, that it actually gives the appearance of countless numbers of Electrons? Moreover…are you sure that is actually an Electron that you’ve harnessed?
Yes, my thinking varies a little with respect to “Tempo Rare-E States of Matter” in that one particle may behave like a Proton here, and like an Electron there, but the particle in question is actually neither at any of these times. If you keep the paths and pathways that facilitate the observation of these particles and energies in mind? Yeah…I don’t think its such a stretch to think that a Neutrino may sometimes actually behave exactly like a Proton or Electron here and there. That’s what you are looking for right? A Proton or Electron?
So…if a Neutrino needed to transverse your pathway, irrespective of reason, how would this Neutrino achieve this? Mutation? Nah…too close to Fusion, eh? I mean…you’re simultaneously searching for “The Ghost in The Machine” right?
Q: What are you gonna do when you find it?
Q: What are you gonna do when it finds you?
Q: Who found who?
Q: Does it matter?
Yeah…I think there is a lot more to blank spaces than we like to think.
It seems that there are far too many shapes and states to limit and define particles in the way Science is attempting to do so. It prohibits change. Which means it prohibits changing. To me, that says that not only are you attempting to attain destruction? You are also attempting to ensure it. You are attempting to milk that whatever part and particle you are working with, and you are going to entrap it until it no longer exists. Or at least, as best as you can.
Good thing Nature doesn’t work this way, eh? Or at least, keeps the machinery and mechanics that do this within nature far from us. But even that is on a timeline, eh? And who knows where that begins? How it began, how it begins, how it ends, how it ended.
Guess I’ll use Magnetism as my model for freezing time seeing as it is prolly the most active indicator that we have of time, we just haven’t figured out how to read it yet. Prolly because of our reliance on the clock and clocks as we’ve designed them. Which I find weird, since I can think of two times in recent history when time has been adjusted and/or corrected. That doesn’t bode well for Carbon Dating as far as I can tell.
But neither do I think that time is going to be some aggregate of sources of time, primarily because contextualizing context in the way that we do seems to have the effect of removing all context, save for the contextualization mechanism itself. Which is damn weird seeing as how you just put everyone on the same damn timeline that they were already on, and their timeline has absolutely fuckall to do with yours except when they cross.
I mean yeah, not always…but basically. I’m not ready for fields just yet, even tho I’m dancing all around them.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
‘Shut Up’… Seems the perfect time to end Part 2 of The Experiment, Dear Reader…
… Besides, I’ve got some housework to do and the tea to make. Part 3 will follow later. The time is 17:56 on Whitsun Sunday 28th May 2017… Time for a Song…
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
It now 11.02 on Sunday morning, Dear Reader, and I have just got up. I wrote something in this space last night but lost it because the updated WordPress editing function is supposed to save automatically… And IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!
*Knot helping, Clicky… /grimace… It saved my first inclusion but for the rest? …/sigh… I’m gonna have to start all over again…*
Made a big pot of beans yesterday at the request of whatshername since she sucks at it. Mainly because she wants to assemble ingredients, throw them together, then forget them until they are done. But beans require thoughtful attention for the first hour of cooking, and especially the first 30 minutes until the temperatures have stabilized somewhat. The second hour or so, you can check them about every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure that they are not sticking to the bottom of the pot, and freeing those beans that have begun to do so in order to keep them from burning.
At one point yesterday, I had to turn the heat down quickly for a moment because some of the beans had begun to stick to the bottom, meaning that the greases and oils from the sausage had not began to release into the water in sufficient quantities as of yet to order mingle with the beans and
A) help them keep from sticking to anything, and
B) mingle their flavor with the beans.
But as I did this, I noticed a huge puff of steam arise from the water that was not yet boiling. In amazement, I turned the heat back to full…and the steam stopped. Turned the heat back down, the steam appeared again. It got me to thinking about transition(s) and stimuli from a point of perceived instability. I mean…that is the point of boiling water…right?
To create an instability?
However, I began thinking about the videos I’ve seen of throwing pans of boiling water into the air when the temperatures are at or near sub-zero, and how some of that water will turn to steam and some to ice. This got me to thinking about relationships.
Q: Is it possible, that Richard Bach’s postulation that “Like Seeks Like” is applicable here?
Course, ya gotta keep in mind that I operate under a paradoxical modus operandi of age and ages and aging. Meaning that I do not hold to the notion that all particles of the same type are the same. Or as I word it…Similar <> Same.
(Similar != Same if you are a pretentious uber-nerd)
Meaning, that as change changes within that pot of beans, stability is sought via similarness in a changing environment. Yes, I am suggesting that even in the most extreme of conditions, that stability is the name of the game, even when and where none appear to exist. Why? Simple…will.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
In mathematics, stability theory addresses the stability of solutions of differential equations and of trajectories of dynamical systems under small perturbations of initial conditions. The heat equation, for example, is a stable partial differential equation because small perturbations of initial data lead to small variations in temperature at a later time as a result of the maximum principle. In partial differential equations one may measure the distances between functions using Lp norms or the sup norm, while in differential geometry one may measure the distance between spaces using the Gromov–Hausdorff distance.
*Thank you, Clicky, butt I’m flying blind… I need another cup of coffee and a smoke…*
If this Universe that we live in, was not built to accommodate our will and wills, then how in the fuck do you propose that it works at all? Meaning, how can it function? How can it change?
Yep, I’m suggesting that there are streams to accommodate our will under given sets of circumstances. Seems simple when worded like that, eh? You can pound and pull metals into plates and wires, but what about the system and systems that facilitate the pounding and pulling of that matter? Yeah…yer really gonna shit when I submit that “normal matter” is in fact this “dark matter” that is being searched for. Or at least, “regular matter” is some of it.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
It is now 11.41 on Sunday morning and I have remembered what I’d started inserting into this missive last night before the save fuck up. Cade had sent me a DM…
… This was before I watched the latest episode of Doctor Who…
So how’s it going? Not so well after that shitty opening bunch of nonsensical bullshit about beans and physics? Welp…it is Friday…so…yeah or something. Plus, it’s a holiday weekend here in the USA. Memorial Day is Monday so a lot of people will be off work that day/3-day weekend. Whatshername is taking the kids camping somewhere down near Austin on Sunday. I guess I’ll watch porn and masturbate since I’ll be here alone.
^Dillon Francis – Say Less feat. G-Eazy (Eptic Remix)^
We’re talking about the co-mingling of fluids in different states within a certain context. Fluids, liquids, gases AND solids that they are themselves in states of transition…which to me makes them fluids and/or fluidic. We are talking about the reconstitution of water/liquid/fluids into dry beans/beans here, since they have had their water removed …so…keep that in mind.
Am I suggesting that “steam seeks steam” in this context?
Yep.
Am I suggesting that “colder fluids seek colder fluids” in this context?
Yep.
Am I suggesting that “hotter fluids seek hotter fluids” in this context?
Yep.
Q: But why?
A: To better know how to distribute themselves contextually.
We are talking about a whole here. A whole bunch of wholes within a whole of wholes whose purpose is not only transition, but also transitioning during that transition. Gotta keep the transitions prior to the transition in mind here…otherwise…we might get lost. Afterall, if these transitions were irrelevant, then why did they happen at all? I mean, I intentionally purchased dried beans for a reason.
WOAH WOAHWOAHDUDE!!! YOU AREN'T ABOUT TO SUGGEST THAT "A PARTICLE'S AGE" HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HOW A PARTICULAR POT OF BEANS BOILS/COOKS ARE YOU?!?!?!?!
Yep.
Especially when you stop and consider the aggregation that takes place in our world of today. In a particular frozen dinner, you may have ingredients from all over the world in the same nest of frozen broccoli, lumped into that one corner of your microwave-safe disposable tray.
I mean…if soil and soils where a particular something is grown is unimportant, irrelevant and/or negligible…then…
Q: Can you explain French wines to me?
A: ¿?¿
Everything is important.
It’s the importance that we put on things that tends to be wishy-washy.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
*/thinks… maybe some words, Clicky…*
wishy-washy (adj.)1690s, “feeble or poor in quality,” reduplication of washy “thin, watery.” Meaning “vacillating” first recorded 1873.
vacillate (v.) 1590s, “to sway unsteadily,” from Latin vacillatus, past participle of vacillare “sway to and fro; hesitate” (see vacillation). Meaning “to waver between two opinions or courses” is recorded from 1620s. Related: Vacillated; vacillates; vacillating.
Due to my cooking interests/interest in cooking, I leaned at a pretty young age that something magical takes place within the pan at a certain point. I learned this through cooking one of our staples in this area…Chicken Fried Steak. The fried dough portion of this dish goes through an amazing transformation at some point, and that point is a point of heating that rides the cusp of burning.
There is a chemical transformation that takes place in the pan, where the dynamics of the taste of the dough + seasonings changes radically. An intensifying of a taste that was barely audible previously. Peppers and Salts go from “meh” to “WOAH!!!” real fucking quick in the pan.
That is why, when you make the gravy after cooking the steaks, you leave all the leavins’ that have flaked off in the oil/grease, and they themselves flavor the gravy. This is why I personally use garlic salt and not plain salt in my Chicken Fried Steak. It makes the salt/salty taste…breathe, when you eat it. Almost a minty taste where there is none. That’s the garlic at work with the salt when cooked to a “just damn near burnt” state.
That’s why the colors of the dough are not, and should not be uniform. Some parts will remain almost as white as the flour used when you started, and the colors will cascade through the browns to almost black in some points. These black chunks, are the most brittle, but most tasty, and are opposed, offset and augmented by the deeper browns, who are in turn augmented by the lighter browns and off-whites.
Takes a long time, and a lot of screwups to learn to cook well.
Me? I thought I’d mention the miraculous escape of the ice cream parlour patrons this morning on Southend Seafront…
*The car is inside of there, Clicky…*
… And the passing of Sir Roger Moore, a poster of whom adorned my bedroom wall when I was but a slip of a girl. Not because he played The Saint or James Bond, but for his role as another Englishman… with an American friend…
*Most evocative theme tune EVAR, Clicky…*
There now follows a new missive from my American friend, Cade, The Okie Devil and Freak Of Nature…
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MEMBRANES!!!
Aaaaight…here’s the dealio.
When you restrict, constrict, inhibit, prohibit, cut-off, or in any other way via any means, limit the function of a membrane…the membrane stops behaving as a membrane and/or as that membrane would/should. So…the question is, does the membrane at some point “regain its normal function”?
Welp, not if the membrane is subjected to the same or similar day in and day out. There’s gonna be some adaptation required there up and down the line over time. Perhaps even mutation to accommodate the change and changes. See how fucked up shit can get real quick like?
Is that clear enough?
Straightforward enough?
Q: What happens when a membrane twists or gets twisted?
A: KNOT!!!
My back “went out” on Sunday when carrying in some water jugs for whatshername. It was a little better today, but I feel the tell-tale pull and pulls going on back there (no pun intended).
I was sitting playing Plants vs Zombies just now, and stretching my back, legs and feet as I usually do while sitting there doing nothing…and the pull in my feet and ankles is incredible. I really wish that I was able to take some decent pics of my feet and ankles to better relate what is going on…but alas…I cannot.
Anyway…I got to thinking about these feet of mine, and how the top 10,000 layers of skin feel about as tough as Alligator skin. Not that I’ve ever petted an Alligator, but I did have one splash water on me while fishing one day.
Anyway…I’ve had some vicious injuries to my feet and legs both internal and external, and was still required to wear shoes and socks because I still had to go to school. Being a stupid kid is no excuse for missing school. But sometimes, I had to really work and endure a lot of pain to get my shoes off, and especially to get my socks off. Typically, the socks were melded to my skin via processes at work to try and repair the abrasions, and had long since dried in some spots. Later, my calves would ooze and my mother would have to literally rip my socks off. I wonder how strong skin is. I wonder how strong the bonds that bind the skin and skin cells to each other are.
I wonder how much longer this paragraph is gonna be.
As I was sitting there tonight, I was doing my usual jumble in my head trying to think of what was pulling where, where it hurt the most, where it hurt the least, and trying to associate these things with injuries that I’ve gotten over time. Not to mention trying to reconcile these injuries with each other over time, as well as any post-trauma injuries that I have sustained from my own body attempting to adjust to the changes in order to keep itself together.
Why do I mention these things?
Because for the first time in my entire life…I have color in my face and cheeks, and that color is not yellow…its red. My hands have started to do the same over the last year or so…not white, nor yellow, nor white and/or yellow…but pink and red. There is still plenty of whites and yellows in there, but the presence of red and pink, and the ability to move my hands a bit in ways that I have not been able to move them in for some time, instills in me…hope. Hope that I have done some things correctly over the last 10 years of this journey. But more than that…that I can pass some of this on.
DIY->PIO
Yeah…when my pants used to stick to me? That was motherfucking MURDER!!! It only happened a few times…but that was enough. I guess these pant lines at the waist aren’t such a great idea over the long haul afterall, eh? Nevermind having your junk crammed into jeans with a seam that could cut steel running right up the middle of your ballsack and penis. No wonder my balls hang to the fucking floor when I take my jeans off. It’s akin to somehow wearing a shoe on your crotch. I can only imagine what women endure.
😐
I guess I’m still working on the ol’ noggin with respect to the scalp and how some of my head injuries have healed and pulled in relation to other injuries. The head is rough since it’s so hard to see. But I’ve gone through prolly 50 mirrors over the last 5 years trying to figure it out. The head and the back are toughies. And of course…the….erm….”nether regions” that motherfucking NO ONE wants to look at.
I did notice that the “Head and Shoulders” brand of dandruff shampoo that whatshername buys has changed their labeling to read…
“#1 DERM Recommended.”
I guess they couldn’t get both “dermatologist” AND “recommended” in the same space, so they truncated. Or maybe they are taking labeling liberties. Or both/all. I dunno. I don’t use it.
I bet I’ve looked pretty goddamn ridiculous at times, alone in my room with a mirror between my legs, 5 lamps around me, trying to see what in the FUCK is pulling and tugging down there and why. I can’t do anything really about whatever is going on inside of me where I cannot see. But I CAN do something about the outside of me, and work on figuring out how that relates to what is going on inside of me.
And I've done some of that.
I think fasting and taking care to exercise a little differently than we are told to has helped immensely in this regard. Basically, if it’s an exercise that I would in no way be able to duplicate or would experience in the course of my day to day life? I don’t do it. That means walking, and a shitload of it. That means sitting, and a shitload of it.
Yeah…lots of stretching too, but not in any organized fashion. I’m way too beat up for that, or Yoga or anything event remotely “organized” in some modality for normal people. I’m far beyond that, and that’s OK. I’m still the same ol’ me…just…kinda packaged different. Those 2nd-Degree burns I got on my shoulders that time sure left a lot of huge-assed freckles. I wonder if there was/is any original tissue/tissues in those freckles. As in, some tissue from before/during/after phases of recovery as the blisters swelled and popped and bled.
It’s rough trying to sleep with 2nd-Degree burns on your shoulders and neck. It’s rough trying to sleep with 1st, 2nd & 3rd-Degree burns on your legs, feet, arms and face. I’m lucky that it happened when I was so young. Lots of time for those scars and scarring to stretch and expand and fade as I grew.
I have no idea why I’m using pics from the movie “Army of Darkness” here. But I am. I guess I needed a little “Ash” to perk me up a bit. I feel awful. My spine feels like its doing a tug-of-war with some remote black hole on the other side of the fucking Universe.
I wonder who is "winning."
I weighed myself today.
I weighed 227.2 pounds.
I’m quite dense for a dude that is only 5’11”.
That’s all I got for now.
If there’s any good to come of this tragedy it’s to understand that depression isn’t some kind of scarlet letter, it’s an inevitable result of what one scientist called “the greatest blind experiment in history,” the bombardment of our brains and bodies with every manner of stimulus and stress imaginable, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year and then some.
No, not a description of the plot line in last night’s episode of Doctor Who (review with spoilers, hear). It was something I read in bed late last night, about a musician’s suicide. A suicide that occurred at about the same time of an attempted murder/suicide in Times Square (the murder part worked, the suicide aspect, not so much).
Below is a brand new missive from Cade. His 50th which is rather nice as I will be having my 50th birthday later this week. Of course, we’re all older than we think we are; we forget that we spent the first months of life in the dark…
*Okay, Clicky, thanks…*
Clicky suggests The Okie Devil tries using socks for his, erm…
… whathaveyou… Please go have a read for yourself, Dear Reader, and see what you think…
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I dunno bout anyone else, but I was up till around 3 AM or so this morning listening to the wind, rain and thunder, and watching the lightning. The rain on my window was so hard at times that it sounded as if it was hail a time or two, but it wasn’t…just fat raindrops en masse. It kinda sucks being alone on such nights when you ain’t got anything particularly interesting to think about while listening to nature do her thing.
So I eventually got up, got dressed, then went out front to see if I could see anything interesting within the storm/storm clouds, as there appeared to be plenty of lightning to provide the necessary lighting for watching the clouds roll. But alas, there is a streetlight directly across from the front porch, and it was raining hard enough to make the glare unbearable.
I stood on the porch long enough to feel the huff and puff of the hot and cold winds duking it out as my feet got wet from the rain pouring off of the roof…then I retreated back inside. I would be able to watch some of the storm from my window, were it not for the fact that whatshername has a 6 billion candlepower floodlight that she keeps burning 24/7 to keep intruders out of the backyard. Most people in this area just get an attack dog. Keeps the electricity bill down.
^White Bird- It’s A Beautiful Day -1968^
You prolly wondering about the part where…”you got up and got dressed?”
Yes...I sleep naked. Duh?
Why people sleep in clothes is beyond me.
Not that I don’t sometimes fall asleep while wearing some manner of clothing, and not that clothes in the cold winter months are not sometimes required as opposed to turning up the indoor heating. Dry nose in the morning from setting the heat too high at night is cause for some nightmarish headaches.
But yeah…if I make a conscious decision to climb into bed for sleep…the clothes come off. Too restricting, causes too much waking and requires too much adjustment during the night.
^The Zombies – Time Of The Season (1969) HQ^
What are you looking for?
^Donovan – Sunshine Superman (1966) HQ^
I noticed that Merovee had some crap about “The Summer of Love“…and the dude over at Just Watching The Wheels Go Round has had some interesting posts recently about years ending in “7” over the last 5 decades. So I guess my musical selections today are falling in line with that mode and modes of thinking. Also, I got to go to the library a little while ago and checked out some movies. One of which, is Close Encounters of the Third Kind…a movie made circa 1977, watched again via 2017 via 1967…which is the year I was born.
I saw Close Encounters at the theatre when I was a kid, and it scared the shit out of me. Spielberg is a fucking ASSHOLE for doing that shit with the music and the black screen at the start of the movie. I recall sitting in the theater, and sinking down into my seat as the strings-section of the orchestra starting doing that creepy noodling on their instruments along with the creepy chorale vocals, all while the screen remained black. Then…suddenly…from the orchestra…BOMP!!!! And the brightest light I had seen to date flashed up on the screen.
Thanks for the nightmares Steve & John.
lolz
I think the sequence that followed that intro, kinda saved the film for me. The sudden appearance of the TBM Avengers on screen grabbed my interest…and I was REALLY fucking interested in the “Flight 19” aspect of the source of these aircraft, since I had already read extensively about Flight 19 and The Bermuda Triangle by the time I saw Close Encounters. Yep…a 9 year old kid…already well read on “Mysteries of The Universe.”
Whodathunkit?
^Ministry – Black Betty^
My parents later recounted the story often of watching me sink down into my seat out of the corner of their eyes at the start of the movie.
“He’s already so tiny, that those big theater seats just swallow him up when he sits down in one. And all I saw saw, was that big head with those big ears of his…slowly disappearing down into the seat.”
lolz
It funny the shit we remember.
Such as…seeing a number of people leave the theatre during the course of the film because they were so traumatized as to the imagery being show on-screen. But it’s the concepts behind the imagery that are so shocking, and not the imagery in and of itself.
My mother left the theater several times herself as I recall. But not me. Amongst the stories of the audience and its reaction(s) to the film, was the story of how many people left the theatre, only to return, only to leave again. But not Jr. He was glued to his seat through the entire movie. Didn’t leave once till we made him get up and go try and pee.
^Hold Your Head Up-Argent-1972-(Long Version)^
I saw Close Encounters before I saw Star Wars. I didn’t get to see Star Wars until it finally made its way to “the dollar theaters” about a year and a half after it came out. And while I love the Star Wars movies, I always preferred Star Trek and Close Encounters to Star Wars. Star Wars is too…real. Too real to be real. C-3PO, R2-D2, Darth Vader, and maybe Obi-Wan, are the only saving graces for me personally. They are all completely necessary, and yet completely expendable.
^Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Fanfare For The Common Man^
I’m sitting eating a pile of Freedom Fries and watching the movie Bottle Shock, when the front door opens behind me. I don’t turn to see who it is because I really don’t care, when I hear from behind me…
“She bought a banjo!”
The voice is from my oldest, and he is referring to his girlfriend as I turn to see her holding a banjo case that is about twice the size of her. I cannot help but start laughing at the ridiculousness of this “revelation” as it unfolds, and as it relates to some old Okie fart sitting eating French Fries while watching a movie about a competition between California and French wines in 1976, as his oldest son and his son’s girlfriend wander in to tell the tale of how they have somehow acquired a motherfucking banjo on the 20th day of the month of May in the year of 2017.
rofl
Don’t try and tell me that life ain’t fun.
^Dance With me Tonight^
I paused the movie and let the French Fries I was eating sit in the Olive Oil that I cooked them in, while I listened to the tale of how this banjo was acquired and why.
She sat the case down and took the banjo out, and it appears that she has never played a banjo before/cannot play a lick. I told her “it suits you” as it really did/does seem to fit her and her small frame well even tho it was very large on her and she was not actually playing it.
My son grabbed it and started playing some Metallica song on it, which caused me to laugh, and I suggested that they listen to some Flatt & Scruggs to maybe get some bearings on how to play the banjo. They said that they were listening to Flatt & Scruggs on the drive home from the music store. So…I suggested that they listen to Ricky Skaggs, who they had never heard of. I said there is not an instrument that he cannot play, nor is there an instrument that he cannot play well. Ricky Skaggs is kinda like “Bocephus without all of the Jim Beam.”
My son laughed, but he seemed to latch onto the concept I was trying to relate, as he likes Hank Williams Jr. and knows his music. His girlfriend wandered off into my son’s bedroom as my son sank into the reclining chair behind me, and he started noodling quietly on the banjo as I resumed my movie and fried nomenclature potato eating.
Son: This movie has Alan Rickman in it? Cade: Yep. Alan Rickman, Chris Pine, Bill Pullman… Son:HOLY SHIT!!! Is that the girl from Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back?!?!?!? Cade: Eliza Dushku? Yep. Son: Cool. I’ve never seen this movie. Cade: It’s a good one.
The movie is in its final 30 minutes or so, and my son continues to noodle quietly on the banjo from the chair to my back, playing rock songs that I am familiar with. Each new song he tries makes me roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of playing this shit on a fucking banjo.
Suddenly…I hear a familiar “growling” riff of…DUH…DUH..DUH… ….DUH…DUH…DUN.DUH…of Deep Purple’s “Smoke on the Water” being strummed out on the banjo…and I say…
Cade: I’m about to take that fucking banjo away from you and hit you with it.
He laughs heartily, and stops playing that particular phrase.
^Ricky Skaggs – Country Boy – Live On The BBC’s Wogan Show 1986^
My son’s girlfriend might be 5 feet tall when standing on a stack a phone books, and prolly weighs about 80 pounds if her pockets are full of nickles. Seeing as how my oldest son is 6 feet 6 inches tall and somewhere around 250 pounds or so…they make quite the pair, even when they aren’t toting a banjo around with them.
^Doobie Brothers – Listen To The Music • TopPop^
Yep…it’s amazing what one sees and experiences during the course one’s life. Not that you missed anything, you prolly saw and experienced just about everything that you’ve seen and experienced. We just tend to not think about or dwell on “the old stuff” while piling on “the new stuff.”
Yep...it can and does get confusing sometimes.
But we are built for that sort of thing, each and every one of us. None of this “best of the best” or “survival of the fittest” kinds of crap…we are each and everyone of us purpose built and specifically designed to handle just about anything and everything that this Universe can throw at us. I wonder if The Universe can handle everything we throw back?
I had forgotten how well Skaggs plays the mandolin. A very difficult instrument to play. Especially for someone like me who has short and bent fingers. I tried one once and was like “no fucking way I’m playing this thing.” I have enough trouble with the frets on a guitar.
^Ricky Skaggs with Travis Tritt – Sweet Little Georgia Rose^
Welp…I notice that the articles about a certain rock group member recently in the press are starting to pop up on the blogs here and there.
😐
^Messer Chups – Magneto – The Open Stage Berlin^
I was talking with someone last night about portals and pathways and the money that creates them, and it got me to thinking about how we analyse things, when we choose to analyse the things that we are analyzing, and why. Small clues here and there that are very revealing as to what is going on within the sections and sectors of life, that others might dismiss as purely coincidental. Incidental even.
Things like…noticing when there are loads of old coins suddenly turning up in the money supply. Seeing as how much of money and most money transfers these days are digital, it seems to me that events like this would be even MORE pronounced when and if they happen. And I’m not talking only about people taking their jars of coins to the local Coinstar machine to turn those coins into cash. I’m talking about old coins that have been in collections somewhere, sitting and waiting for a payday that never came.
Old pennies, dimes, and quarters usually being the most noticeable in The USA because of the “Wheat Pennies” or dimes/quarters that are made out of silver, but the nickles tend to be the most overlooked and the most valuable. That said, if you have some old Silver Notes that just aren’t worth more than what you need currently, which is food or some other immediate need, and there is no market to buy these Silver Notes at even CLOSE to what they are actually worth, yeah…they’ll still spend at the cash-register so you can get what you need today.
Most people today prolly won’t even know what they are, and may even accuse them of being counterfeit since they are blue and not green. But what I guess I am wondering is “wherein is the value of money where there is none?” Meaning: What is tangible about something that you may or may not have?
^Reverend Horton Heat – Let Me Teach You How To Eat^
What about the tangibility of something that you may or may not have that you may need? Who are we, as a group, to decide what one needs or does not need?
Welp, keeping “the future” in mind is prolly going to win just about any argument that anyone can throw at the individual in this case. But what if that need is not needed in this future that you propose that someone is going to need something? Medical assistance with an issue that isn’t there?
Q: What if the entire medical system that exists today, is not there in the future to address this potential need?
A: ???Erm...Say What?!?!?!?
I was also talking with this same someone about whatshername and her job/trade, and how when whatshername worked at this Men’s Oncology Clinic, she was always talking about the rates and percentages of men who had biopsies on their Testes or Prostate that were Malignant compared to those that were Benign, and how high those percentages were.
Oh Really? Men seeking out help with a specific part of their anatomy regarding a specific issue at a certain clinic that specializes in identifying these issues has a high percentage of identifying the issues that they are looking for? You don’t say!
I gotta question how this relates to those that either A) do not seek medical assistance irrespective of the “why”, and B) cannot seek out medical assistance because they are unable, and C) those who don’t give a shit and just deal with whatever comes as best as they can.
Yeah…representation has prolly gone down the shitter when the unrepresented aren’t marching in the streets seeking representation they feel they deserve and/or are entitled to. And there are many. It seems this would make serving those who are vocal about their lack of representation MUCH easier for the representatives and their organizations. But I guess shit has gotten too confrontational within the representational arms of government and governing.
Too "we won, you lost, DEAL WITH IT!!!"
^Pass That Bottle – The Devil’s Daughters AZ Rockabilly^
I have no idea why the “suggested videos” that come up on YouTube, sometimes come up at all…but they do. And sometimes, it turns me onto some cool and/or interesting shit that I might not have heard otherwise. The following video…for example…it’s not that I think she has a bad voice, as so many of the comments from the video suggest, I just wonder if her voice fits the music from a “studio recording” point of view. I bet they sound bad-ass live. Some bands that sound great live sound like shit in the studio tho. Maybe these guys/gal is one of them.
^The Hellfreaks – Boogie Man (Official)^
Um…I keep a pile of snot rags next to my computer monitor, most are used/I re-use them since my nose runs so much. I just picked one up to wipe some errant tobaccy spit off of my mouth, when I realize that “hey…why are there several paper towels bunched up in this particular wad, and why is this particular wad of snot rags so fucking stiff?” Then…it hit me…
THESE ARE LAST NIGHT’S LEFTOVER SPOO RAGS!!!! NOT SNOT RAGS!!! GROSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
lolz
I’m sure that my spoo tastes delicious, but I have no interest in tasting it myself.
lolz
This is why I usually instantly throw my spoo rags into the toilet. But last night’s thunderstorm, and an unexpected urge to jerk-off at 02:30 in the morning this morning kinda…threw me off my game.
And yes, I use paper towels…and NOT toilet paper or kleenex.
You ever use toilet paper for a cut after shaving?
Yeah…same shit. Toilet paper turns into something akin to cardboard when getting wet after it dries.
Use toilet paper to clean up your remaining post-ejaculation oozing spoo? And suddenly, you have a chunk of papier-mâché glued to the end of your penis…and I don’t need a fucking piñata hanging off of my penis.
GROSS!!! I can’t believe I wiped my mouth with that.
Gotta go eat some of my homemade spaghetti real quick.
^Harry Nilsson ~ Jump Into The Fire ~ Nilsson Schmilsson^
One more reason not to kiss me I guess.
Not that you require more than one reason.
^Close Encounters of the Third Kind Soundtrack-01 Opening-Let There be Light^
^No Sugar Tonight The Guess Who 1970^
It’s progressed on through the day, and it kinda feels like we might be in for more rain/storms outside, but it sure doesn’t look that way. Not enough vertical movement in the clouds/not enough convective activity. I guess I won’t be jerking off tonight.
^JOANNA CONNOR “COME ON IN MY KITCHEN” 7/3/16 LIVE^
Tinker with nutty and dangerous things, things have at least the potential to be unpredictable. I’m gonna attempt to leave the “tit for tat” types of thinking out here, because I don’t like the “tit for tat” equation. Primarily because, it contains no equal sign. Not that I believe in balance. But that particular equation implies a balance that isn’t there. As if to say, this equation is already balanced, when the implication is anything but balance nor imbalance.
"HEY!I'll trade you this rock for some new updated computers!!!"
“Established decontamination procedures were followed…” according to a new CNN article.
Not that I typically read “the news”…and actually…I never read “the news” anymore. But some chit chat here and there about some recent developments regarding “one of my pet projects” has caught my interest. But we can only guess can’t we. I mean, we know how shit works when shit is working like we want it to…and we can guess what to do in the event(s) that shit is NOT working like we want it to, but that doesn’t leave much room for things to develop does it?
I’m not suggesting that we want to let some toxic ooze drool it’s way into our water supply. But isn’t that an eventuality? Just because “it won’t happen on our watch” doesn’t mean that it won’t happen. By all accounts, it can and WILL happen. That is…unless some nutjob who has no business thinking about such things can come up with a solution to some of these problems that are boiling here and there.
*I remember exactly the day mum took Juju and I to see Close Encounters, Clicky… It was at the Elephant & Castle Odeon and it was a very warm Saturday afternoon. The streets on the journey there and at the cinema itself were deserted because there was a footie match on the telly… /thinks… What was at Number One then…?*
“What do you want me to do?” Thoughtful Man sighed and heaved himself off our bed, dislodging our contented pup who had been getting her belly rubbed thoroughly. Just the way she likes it.
I stood against the bedroom wall and brushed a stray lock of hair back behind my ear. “Take a picture of my tiara, please.”
“Why?” Thoughtful Man threw me a squint. “Is it for a post?”
“What do you think?”
He snorted and fiddled with the camera. “The light is terrible. Why in here?”
“Well, for one thing, you’re in here,” I said adjusting the tiara. “And secondly an AI somewhere has invented some colours and named them. Apparently our bedroom walls are painted in ‘Turdly’.”
“Oi! It’s ‘Mushroom’,” Thoughtful Man exclaimed. “I’m not redecorating!”
“I wasn’t asking you to,” I replied with a smile. “Just the photo please.”
“Okay stand still.”
*/CLICK…*
Cade has sent through a new ‘whatever’ to use his parlance. It’s not as long as the previous monster of a missive, but no less engrossing. I hope you enjoy it, Dear Reader…
*No, Clicky, let’s have a Song at the end…*
*******
Darkness has descended upon the day…and the winds howl in the deepening dark like a harbinger of things to come. I wonder in the darkness, what could these things be? I wander in the darkness, and I wonder…will I be able to see…once the darkness has gotten like…really really darker?
lolz
Nah…just fuckin’ wit ya. I’m inside sitting at a desk typing this shit right here and listening to music at max volume. There could be a fucking hurricane outside and I wouldn’t know it.
Oh yeah...
…HOWDY!!!
^Feed Me – Starcrash^
Anyone wanna dance?
Neither do I.
We'll work up to it I guess.
^Cocteau Twins – Pur (Sun & Air Mix)^
I’ve done a little writing elsewhere… (“a little”…lolz) …which means I’ve been thinking a bit. Had a bit of a discussion with Roob the other night about motion(s) and when they get weird. Not gonna try and “sum up” any thoughts in this here whatever, but I might wind up doing just that. Or at least, sounding like I am doing that. But I get the feeling that there are two types of people, with respect to finding…
Type 1: I found what I was looking for…game over.
Type 2: I found what I was looking for…game on.
Keep both of those in perspective as it relates to what you have found…and you can prolly better decide which is applicable, when, and where and to whom.
^Cocteau Twins – Pur^
It’s weird. I was just thinking about the movie “Starcrash” the other day. Which also made me think of the movies “Battle Beyond the Stars” and “Laserblast”…all of these movies I saw at a drive-in theater when I was younger. There was a group of entities in the movie “Battle Beyond the Stars” that were a kind of “Borg” species, cept not quite so snotty and adventurous as “The Borg.”
What I was thinking about, is all of this business being talked recently regarding telepathy, which appears to be more about clairvoyance than telepathy. And I’m thinking about it more now that some chucklehead has made another public spectacle with “hearing voices” being touted as “the cause.”
In the article above on Telepathy, there is a picture to the right with the following caption…
“The Ganzfeld experiments that aimed to demonstrate telepathy have been criticized for lack of replication and poor controls.”
Q: What’s the point?
A: ?¿?¿?
EX: Someone can lift 500 lbs as a personal-best.
Can they always lift 500 lbs?
Can they always lift 500 lbs…every single time…on command or as commanded?
Do you then start judging style and technique?
Is that as high as they can go in weight?
What about over time?
How long did it take them to achieve this weight as being liftable by them?
Is there a significance to this number?
Is there a significance to this number for all people?
Or just this individual?
Could they always lift 500 lbs, they just didn’t know it yet?
Q: What is your role in their performance and its success or failure?
A: ...
^Yello – Oh Yeah (Remix 2016)^
Maybe there’s a mishmash possible there between Clairvoyance and Telepathy…a kind of Tele-Clairvoyance.
Data and information without context is kinda…worthless. And to be honest, I don’t really see the difference between building something in your mind, that you eventually build with your body in a more tangible manner. You are going to be continuing that process of building in your mind as you build with your body, which says to me that there is sometimes no division between these two. All that was or is missing…is purpose. So tell me…
Q: What is the purpose in being first?
A: ?¿?
Q: What if you’re wrong?
A: ¿?¿
Q: Does this concern others?
A: ???
Q: Now what if you’re wrong?
A: ¿¿¿
^Yello feat. Stina Nordenstam – To The Sea (Official Video)^
Throw this image of “the higher self” into the mix, and suddenly things get REALLY fucking wack. Is it any wonder that people are confused? Or at least, that there is confusion and some people may have a propensity to be confused? Factor in, that much of what transpires under the guise and guises of clarity and control?
Yeah..."fucked up" just went motherfucking haywire.
I mean, can you control a tube of toothpaste? Oh yeah? For how long? Control is as temporary as anything else. Add an observer into that mix, and suddenly, we are being judged on anything and everything…up to…and including…our form and style as to how we handle a tube of toothpaste.
Q: Weren’t we doing that already?
A: SAY WUT??!?!?
Yeah…since when do you not judge every single thing that you do? Without bias, we know neither success nor failure.
OH! And regarding your teeth-brushing skills? You missed a spot.
^Kirsten Dunst – Turning Japanese (HD)^
Yep…lotta new stuff in the world. Add “the dynamics of the application of these new things” with new users/new experiencers? Yep new new just got new new newer. Especially with respect to children, who everything is new to. Trying to explain old shit as old to someone who it is new to can be an exercise in futility when not approached with a degree of humility. I mean…how fucking cool is it to be the one with the opportunity to open new eyes to old things? What a treasure eh? That’s just my thinking tho.
I still get a kick out of seeing my children learning new things and stumbling around in life as I do the same. I’ve mentioned this before, but assuming that there is a God, I think this is why we are never referred to as anything other than children in The Bible. I dunno about other religious texts, but it has had the effect of keeping me a bit humble with respect to new things, whether they be old or new, or just new to me. I think people do the same, more than they give themselves credit for anyway. Or maybe not /me shrugs
^Depeche Mode – In Your Room (Kaiser Mercurio Dub Edit 2011)^
It bad enough telling someone what they can or cannot do in the present.
Takes quite a set of balls to have the audacity to tell someone what they can or cannot do in the future.
Yer trying to figure yer own shit out eh? How you gonna do that via others? How are ya gonna do that via others when other channels are open to you, which are “less-than-standard” types of channels? You cannot undo what has been done. And even if you could, the act of undoing what has been done would undo even more than simply “the one thing you were trying to undo.” Eventually, there would be a collapsing motion that would accelerate so rapidly, that all of existence would begin to collapse…except for you and your tinkering…which would continue at a steady state pace that is relative to the way things were.
Meaning: Time would fold and continue folding, as it collapsed under the weight of the entirety of all matter in The Universe…leaving only a single variance within this new time.
Kinda has the effect of…pointing…eh?
This is how I see “the unseen” working within “the seen” anyway.
A "sandbox" of sorts.
An ability to visualize how things are, and how things could be, via how things once were.
I’m not talking specifically here…I mean things that needed to transpire in order to keep similar events from ever happening again in the manner in which time and matter collapsed the first time.
^Lusine – Just A Cloud^
So am I suggesting that “the collapse of time” is now an impossibility?
No.
I am suggesting that “the total collapse of time” is now an impossibility, and/or, discretionary.
Time can and does still “collapse.” I see this as a necessary function of time for it’s continuance.
All Time + No Time = Every Time
This allows for modification and tinkering.
If time could neither speed up, nor slow down, we would have no common frame of reference within our current frame of reference.
Think of a resonance that is allowed to continue over time. What will be the effect of that resonance over time?
Yep...silence...is actually...quite loud.
Any resonance outside of a resonance, is detectable.
Sometimes these are expected, sometimes…not.
BLOOPS!!!
Maybe we missed something?
Am I really suggesting that time nor matter have any speed limits?
Yep. Keep that contextual, and suddenly you’ll see all sorts of speed limits.
Q: How long are you prepared to monitor said speed and times of whatever it is that we are observing?
A: Yeah...I dunno either.
^Girl street performer slams Bass like a pro^
I understand many of science’s theories about The Universe and what it is up to. The thought that it will someday just…vanish…or fade into non-existence due to all fuel and fuels being expended, is an intriguing one. Primarily because of how it opposes the current theory that much of the stars and starlight that we are currently seeing has already long since ceased to exist due to it’s distance from us…and yet…there they are. This is prolly why we get confused so much…we’re always trying to narrow and limit, usually to either one thing, or one small group of things. And sometimes that works. Sometimes not.
Weird how that works, eh?
^Cabaret Voltaire – Ex^
I started writing this one last night (hence, the nutty “night poetry” business at the top) but it’s Friday now…and I have to go start getting ready to go out tonight. I have a hot date. No wait…I don’t. But a case of beer and a movie would be nice. Won’t have any of those either, so I’ll prolly wind up playing Plants vs Zombies till 2 AM. Better than nothing I guess.
^Cabaret Voltaire – Radical Chic^
Lot’s of talk I’ve noticed lately, has been as if some precipice will be reached at some point, and then everything will be OK. Welp, what if we’re already there. When are we NOT there? And I guess that’s where my personal answer lays…in helping others. I mean, I’m happy. Or at least, as happy as I can be. Sure there are things I want and things I need. But if I can’t get them? May as well help someone else get to where they are wanting to go.
^Depeche Mode – New Life^
Yep…lotta new stuff in the world.
Yep…lotta new people in the world.
Yep…lotta new people in a world of new stuff.
Meh...I don't feel like writing anymore.
Thinking about time, and how time relates to time, times and matter…drains me.
Ya’ll go have a great weekend and get drunk and/or get laid or something.
The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive, Dear Reader, and… It’s a bit of a monster…
*Oh it’s at least five fagger, Clicky… At least… /lights up…*
*******
Good Morning.
Good Afternoon.
Good Evening.
Good Night.
Howdy.
It’s 11:42 AM on Monday May 15th of 2017.
I don’t feel like writing…but I’m gonna.
And seeing as how I am in a traveling mood…
…let’s start off with a 3 minute and 57 second video of a camera on the nose gear of a 747.
^BOEING 747-200F GEAR CAMERA ” BELLY OF THE BEAST ” ( AROUND THE WORLD)^
Things happen fast when you are low and slow.
Things happen even faster when you are low and fast.
(Some great warbirds feature in the vid below for anyone who is into that kind of thing)
^Extreme Low Pass | Epic High Speed Pass | Very Low Passes compilation^
I seriously have nothing on my mind. Not a goddamn thing. Cept for the fact that my legs and back are wobbly as fuck…and my knees and feet feel as if they have been slathered with superglue that has long since dried…making walking a difficult and tricky proposition. That said, I walked outside yesterday morning to get some fresh air, and no sooner had I opened the door and began to transverse its door frame, something immediately occurred to me…
Summer Is Here.
Yep. Summer has arrived in North Texas. The combination of the feel of the air and the look of the sky combined to make me and the rest of me come to the conclusion that the sun has reached a point in the sky that has caused anyone that lives in this area to begin to think about July and August…usually, our hottest months.
Seeing as how we are only two weeks into May, the official start of summer is over a month away, and we haven’t gotten many storms and certainly no big storms, I can’t help but wonder when the water restrictions signs will start going up. They’ve pretty much to the point where “the buffers” now have buffers of their own, and even those buffer buffers are subject to interpretation by whoever is currently calling the shots. God only knows how many “shot callers” are bending the ones who call the shots’ ears, and the what’s and why’s as to their reasoning.
Dunno whether that is influence, undue influence, corruption, or just a plain old need and/or interest…but it’s interesting to think about. I mean hey…as long as your needs get met…who cares right?
^Ed Bruce – It’s All In Your Mind^
As I started writing this here currently current whatever…I got a pop-up on my computer. I wanted to add a screenshot of it, but I can’t find a host.
The popup was from my ZoneAlarm firewall software, and it was urging me to upgrade due to something call “Wannacry”…which I assume is the malware/virus/trojan/whatever that is getting all the press over the last few days. ZoneAlarm is the only piece of “security software” that I really run on my computer. I mean, I also have SpyBot Search & Destroy…but I rarely use it. Last time I ran it, it had been like 437 days since I last ran it…so yeah…”security” and/or “computer security” is not of great concern to me.
Anyone stupid enough to risk prison over hacking this piece of shit computer? Yeah…yer a dumbass. There ain’t nothing on it worth stealing, it’s an old computer running outdated software (Windows Vista) and if anyone wanted to break into this crappy shitbox, they prolly could with ease. I mean sure, there’s crap on here that I would miss if someone decided to arbitrarily h4X0r my ass…but what am I gonna do? Beg? Plead?
“Please Mr. h4X0r Man or Ms. h4X0r Woman! Please don’t h4X0riZ3 my computar machine!!!”
Go fuck yourself.
You “wanna fuck my shit up” just because you can? Eat shit and die.
^Love & Rockets – All in My Mind^
Speaking of money and/or too much and/or too little…I notice that there was a Tweet regarding a £70k rock in some hospital in England, and a lot of banter about where the money came from to purchase said rock.
Q: I wonder who made that rock?
A: ?¿?
Q: I wonder who made that rock…rock?
A: ¿?¿
I saw a picture of the rock in question, and I gotta say…that rock? It ROCKS!!! Or at least…it looks like it does. That said…I have to question the placement of that rock, as it appears to be on an elevated section of the hospital near a guardrail of some kind.
I mean…couldn’t small children or midgets or dwarves or those otherwise vertically challenged…not stand atop that rock and jump over the guardrail? Hospitals always have crazy people in them who are just looking for a place to die…so…yeah…why help them out? Never mind the fact that I have to question how much that rock weighs and the load-bearing stresses on the flooring over time. I mean…do we monitor vibration in buildings? Do we monitor vibration(s) in buildings all the time? All the time over time? All the times over time?
Meh…who needs excuses.
You only need one.
Something about a camel and its back prolly goes here.
^Barry Obzee – All In Your Mind^
Yeah…I bet whoever made that rock is a crafty motherfucker. I can imagine being able to look at a single atom within that rock from billions of years ago, and looking forward through time, to the time that a bunch of chuckleheads would start bitching about money for computers based on the events surrounding, and up to this atom that is now in this rock that is sitting in some hospital, and the journey and journeys that this atom took to get there.
Not that I think that all atoms are “numbered” in the way and ways that some would like to number them…but yeah…just that…all atoms are numbered. It’s just that they are numbered at little bit differently than we typically think of numbers and numbering, because we as humans tend to include so we can omit.
EX: You’ve seen one vagina, you’ve seen em’ all.
What horseshit.
That “vagina” is attached to “a vulva” and some other pieces and parts in that locale…up to, and including, the woman that owns it.
Suddenly…everything is one to one.
Yep…lotta ones in there.
^Clarence Carter – It’s All in Your Mind^
Wait. Wait. WAIT!!!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!!!
We have a question via The Whatever However HOTLINE!!!
Q: Cade, how is it that you propose that “atoms are numbered” outside of the numbers and numbering defined in The Periodic Table?
A: GREAT QUESTION!!!
And therein, lies the answer. All you have to do? Look at that Periodic Table. Which atoms of elements interact with other atoms of other elements and when.
I was going to put “Which atoms of elements interact with other atoms of other elements and how” instead of “when”…but as I got to thinking about it, this action/reaction/non-action/non-reaction bullshit is all about time…not matter itself. If one element chooses not to react well with another element, that’s still a reaction. It just may not be the reaction that you are looking for.
I think that once “Science” begins to drop some of its pretenses about matter, “Science” will be able to better add time more efficiently in its efforts…whatever those efforts may be. However, the more that “Science” leave its gadgetry out after including it in? Yeah…the more confused and confusing things are going to get.
Q: Cade, what do you mean “gadgetry”…and what do you mean by “leaving it out after including it in.”
A: Its pretty simple as far as I can tell. You build something to generate fields, and that's what you get.
However, when you leave the mechanisms and mechanics of “the fields that were already there” that are nested in “the fields generated”, yeah…stacking and layering that exists, and will always exists, even when you attempt to limit and/or minimize this effect/these effects.
Why?…you might ask
Time…yer leaving it out again.
^Iron Maiden – All In Your Mind^
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RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!! RAWR!!!
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From today’s featured article…
The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction – a U.S. fantasy and science fiction magazine first published in 1949 by Fantasy House, a subsidiary of Lawrence Spivak’s Mercury Press.
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Francis D’Britto – a Catholic priest, writer, and environmental activist from Vasai, Mumbai. He is the author of the Subodh Bible, a translation of the Bible to Marathi.
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Institute of Highway Engineers – the professional institution for practitioners in highway and traffic engineering offering Engineering Council registration and professional development support.
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1927 in association football – The following are the football (soccer) events of the year 1927 throughout the world.
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Poimapper – field data collection, sharing and analysing software.
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Stella Maris Airport – an airport located near Stella Maris, on Long Island in The Bahamas.
French cutter Espion (1781) – launched in 1781. The British captured her and took her into the Royal Navy as HMS Espion. The Navy sold her in 1783.
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Wilhelm Henie – a Norwegian sportsman and furrier. He was track cycling World Champion in 1894, and competed at the European Speed Skating Championships in 1896.
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Afghan cricket team in Pakistan in 2013 – visited Pakistan from 6 to 13 February 2013 and played a series of limited-overs matches against the Pakistan A team and some regional sides.
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Solomon Nightengale House – a historic house at 429 Granite Street in Quincy, Massachusetts. The 1-1/2 story Cape style house was built c. 1820 by Solomon Nightengale, whose family had owned the land since the 18th century.
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Princess Ragnhild Coast – the portion of the coast of Queen Maud Land in Antarctica lying between 20° E and the Riiser-Larsen Peninsula, at 34° E. All but the eastern end of the coast is fringed by ice shelves.
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Four Holy Cities – the collective term in Jewish tradition applied to the cities of Jerusalem, Hebron, Safed and, later, Tiberias, the four main centers of Jewish life after the Ottoman conquest of Israel.
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Neal Du Brock – directed the world-premieres of many important plays including Edward Albee’s Box (play) and Lanford Wilson’s Lemon Sky (starring Christopher Walken and Charles Durning). He worked for many years at the Studio Theater and Studio Arena Theater in Buffalo, New York.
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Robot Communications – a Japanese independent animation and visual effects studio founded on June 3, 1986, and based in Tokyo. It won the 2008 Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film for La Maison en Petits Cubes.
I bet I could win the Tour de France if I had a bicycle. I’d prolly win last place, but yeah…I could prolly also win first place. I mean…if you have a right to be there, you have as much chance as anyone at winning, right? I wonder how one goes about getting on the list to compete in The Tour de France? Prolly has entry fee. That includes me out.
Actually, I have a bicycle. Two even. They both have flat tires tho.
^Mariah Carey All In Your Mind Live Acapella HD SNL 1990^
I guess if you think of particles in a chain, or particles in a chain or chains, that’ll help. But just keep in mind that numbers are going to go from very small, to mind-bendingly huge, real fucking quick. That’s why I use a -1/0/1 base…it helps to keep my head from folding when thinking about the number and numbers in these chains. Zero (0) helps us avoid zero (0)…if that makes any sense.
Think of it like this…as we approach zero (0), there is little difference between 0 and ∞ on either end.
Meaning: “the nothing” on one end, and “the everything” on the other.
They are both everything. It’s just that one is “everything something”…and the other is “everything nothing.”
Make sense? Good. Let’s continue.
We avoid zero (0) for a reason. Reasons, even. This is where our “flips” are going to happen.
This way here...that way there.
But you also have to keep in mind that at some point and points, we are going to see zero (0) again, even when traveling through “everything something.”
If you think of weavers and weaving, and rings… Yeah…lots of weaving and flipping.
The difference is, that sometimes a thread or string may return to its point of origin, and sometimes not.
Keep time and times in mind here, and this concept may not seem so strange, foreign, incredulous or impossible.
Add stings to the strings…and you’re ready for loops.
Just remember to wet the thread before threading the needle.
Friction...is all.
Keep your “infinity” at both ends of the -1/0/1 set, and you’ll never forget that all in the set are both infinities AND infinite. But yeah…you’ll forget. But then you’ll remember you forgot.
^Chris Miles – All In Your Mind (Prod Blended Babies)^
Q: Dude…so what are you saying about zero (0), and more specifically, what are you saying about “nothing”…or at least, “the concept of nothing.”
A: Everything. The everything that is nothing, and the nothing that is everything...BOTH...at the same time.
Think of it like this.
Everything = Everything. (-1 and/or 1)
Zero = Anything.
The machine that makes the machine.
A system, within a system and system of systems…whose sole purpose, is creation, retention, preservation and reorganization. It’s really not that difficult of a concept to understand. Explaining it on a Universal scare tho, yeah…difficult.
I can see it, and if I took the time to learn the math I could prolly explain it using that method…but I’m not gonna. Math and maths and mathematics alone are too narrow and limiting. One might even begin to think that mathematics might be the exclusive province of “The Realm of Zero”…but that’s not the case. It may be “a” case…but not “the” case. You have to keep in mind that IN = OUT is not always true, and sometimes never true. You are painting with entirely too broad a brush. Seeking perfection via imperfection is like stumbling over diamonds to get to gold.
Perfect + Imperfect = Perfection.
There's a verby kind of action to that verbiage.
^Snowgoons – “All in Your Mind” feat. Viro The Virus [Official Audio]^
I’ve mentioned that my father was a mechanic. He was a race car driver and mechanic, but he worked on industrial sewing machines as his trade. He had rough hands. VERY rough hands. Hands that were akin to a baseball catcher’s mitt, that are made out of some metallic/carbon fiber material that fell to Earth from outer space. His hands were constantly covered in chemicals, and greases, and oils, and cleaners, and all kinds of crazy shit…and yet, it was as if his hands were made of iron. Never mind that the motherfucker was 6′ 1″ @ 240 lbs, had a really bad disposition, and could bench press a truck. I guess that “day to day” of working with tools and metals and injuries and all that shit takes its toll.
FYI…his hands were not “leathery” nor “calloused” in the usual manner in which we think of the hands of working people…they were more like iron. He used to tempt me into “trying to hurt him”…all the while, taunting me with “you can’t hurt steel.”
Q: If you wear shoes all day, every day, what effect does that have on the epidermis of the feet?
A: ???
Q: What about the shoes + socks and/or hosiery?
A: ?
Yeah…the shoes that I currently wear (when I wear shoes) are kinda different. They have no arches built-in to the insole, therefore, my feet and their arches have to do the work. The manner in which I lace the shoes also helps, as it puts the pressure on the shoelace eyes, instead of the center of the top of my foot where the laces cross. Not that I have any experience with massive callouses on my feet or anything…but sitting at a desk all day wearing laced shoes or tight fitting shoes under the additional circumstance of having circulation to my hips legs and feet cut-off or reduced for 6-8 hours or more per day? Yeah…I think there might be some connection there with some issues that some might have, and being “erogonomically aware” might just have the effect of “economic viability” as well.
^Beck – It’s All in Your Mind^
I shudder to think about a woman’s legs, simply because they shave them. That is…assuming that they do shave them. I wonder if businesses expect women to shave their legs and/or arm pits?
I digress.
Anyway…yeah…even tho I am very hairy, and even tho I don’t shave my legs/never have shaved my legs, my legs had gotten to the point to where they had very little hair on them at all. Not that I was required to wear pants, nor even that these pants rubbing on my legs daily caused the hair loss. I am in proximity to power lines most of the time, and regularly smoke crack when I am not shooting heroin…so its prolly that and not the pants.
I digress again.
The hair on my feet? It ain’t there no more. Well…there are some small patches of hair here and there that make my feet appear as if I spend time tiptoeing through nuclear waste or toxic chemicals of some kind…but it’s strange that where there was once hair…it’s no longer there. Thinking about the sensory input provided to us via hair…I guess I don’t need it anymore.
Anyway…legs….that are shaved…daily…there’s GOT to be a better way.
And I sure as SHIT ain’t thinking lasers nor laser hair-removal.
Not that I am telling you what to do or not to do…just…thinking out loud.
^Moog – All In Your Mind^
I gotta give some mad props here to K-Swiss for a type of shoe they make call “Tubes.” I dunno if they make them anymore, but these shoes saved my feet. The lightest and most airy/breathable shoe I have ever worn, and the spongy action of the tubes in the sole helped teach me how to walk again. I tried to look them up on their website, but I couldn’t find the particular kind that I used to wear. But that’s them in the picture above. They make you think about your legs more than your feet. Almost as if to say “if the legs do what they are supposed to, it’s easier to figure out what the feet are doing and how they are doing it.”
The Converse All-Stars that I wear help much in the same regard. Except to me, the Converse help you to think about both your feet AND your legs, and what they are doing as it relates to your back and shoulders. We tend to ignore the upper-back and REALLY fucking ignore the shoulders. Being an asthmatic helps me think about those things. Especially when you are having an asthma attack, and it feels like every muscle in your body is working in unison to help you take that breath and/or exhale it.
Ya rly.
Sounds nutty…but so is Asthma.
^STRAY / All in Your Mind^
If information within the body is having difficulty getting to where it needs to go…
Q: Does the body adapt?
A: ???
Can it adapt…might be a better question. But not really. I mean, we know that the body can adapt, but what is the result of that adaptation? Does this mean that the body “is adapted?” Or does this mean the body “has adapted?” How about “a body?” Does this change in verbiage mean anything to anybody? 😉
Oh…and while we are thinking about it…”what about “coping?”
There are many things in life that make sense. But that doesn’t mean that things will turn out as you have planned it according to “making sense.” Such as, punching a steel plate for hours on end each and every day, with the hopes of making your fist stronger/harder.
Just keep in mind that there was and is, a lot more going on there in that someone’s life, than simply “punching stuff.”
^The Partridge Family – It’s all in your Mind^
We are limited does not mean that we have limits.
We have limits does not mean that we are limited.
Put those in whatever order you prefer, then mix and match at will. If you live your life by one creedo or one rule, or one rule set or one set of rule sets…erm…doesn’t that kinda…limit you?
Welp, the short answer is both yes and no. Mainly because, I don’t live in your skin nor do I want to. Neither do you live in mine, so now we come to edifice(s) and standard(s). Which means we gotta progress to and through application and applications. Are we doing that? Are we doing that properly? Yeah…I dunno either.
If this were a popularity contest, you wouldn’t be reading this right now because I wouldn’t have written it. I’ve never been popular and I never will be popular, and I, as a person and individual, am OK with that. But there is also nothing wrong with popularity. Popular people are typically popular for a reason. The most prominent being…you made them that way. So what’s your beef with popular people? Oh…when they become “too popular?” Describing description is stupid. Beyond description maybe. I dunno…give it a whirl. Maybe you’ll come up with something groundbreaking or earthshaking or whatever.
^Douala – It’s All In Your Mind [BLORP]^
We interrupt this themed song sequence to bring you a video of airplanes sliding around on ice.
^Plane sliding on ice | Aircraft skiddin on ice^
So the other day, Whatshername casually mentions that she thinks that she has found a den of human trafficking nearby. The logic being, that her sister went into this particular shop, and “the people were creepy.” She went on to say that she was SURE that there were people tied up in the back of this shop…and yes, she was serious. So I guess that her and her sister have started their own private investigation into the goings on at this shop, irrespective of the business that transpires there daily, which they appear to believe “is just a front.”
I asked her why she didn’t call the cops if she felt that strongly about it, but she mumbled something about our children and basically changed the subject. I guess I don’t understand. I didn’t press her about it, but I made damn sure that she knew that I was not happy with her accosting me regarding my thoughts and opinions on her and her sister’s crusade. Not like she knew that I would be a good “devil’s advocate” on the part and portion of all involved, but no matter how much I pleaded with her to leave me the fuck out of it because I don’t share her paranoid view of “the world”…she pressed me.
I cannot help but think about “false accusations” and the damage that they can cause, nor can I not help but think about my experiences working within The US Customs Service and a lot of the shit that I saw go on there, all in the name of security, rules, regulations, and the strict adherence to the following of these.
Lotta damage, damages and damaging there.
😦
^George Decker – All In Your mind^
I asked her “what if you’re wrong?”
She did not like that ONE BIT.
But then again, she’s been reading all of these detective novels lately, and she is constantly trying to solve mysteries. Just keep in mind that she reads the last page of a novel first so that she’ll know what happens.
(There is not a "roll eyes" smiley big enough, nor descriptive enough, to go right here.)
Yes or no…she wants to know.
Not that I blame her. Bad stuff is bad. But when I took it even further and asked her if she’d ever heard of something called “The Underground Railroad”, yeah…she REALLY fucking hated that. Never mind that I hated being included in a conversation that I didn’t want to be in.
I don’t understand why someone would want to talk to me, if they didn’t want to hear what I have to say.
^New York Express “It’s All In Your Mind”^
That’s the problem with mysteries tho.
A) What if the mystery has already been solved?
B) What if there is no mystery to be solved?
I cannot help but glance over at the stack of divorce papers that is sitting to my right.
Is “what went wrong” important?
Or is it more of a matter of “it went wrong” that matters?
Prolly both.
^Bam Boo- It’s All In Your Mind (THIS MIX)^
I’m gonna stack up four songs here if that’s OK with you.
^Echo & The Bunnymen – All In Your Mind^
^The Movement – It’s All In Your Mind – From The “Outrage! EP”^
^Swing Out Sister- All in your Mind^
And now I’m gonna interrupt that 4 song spree, and just doo 3.
Not that I am suggesting that “holding your bowels” while at work is going to cause you issues. But what if it does? One of the first things that my last GI doctor asked me was…
Doctor: Are you an intense person? As in very meticulous and detail oriented? You know…anal?
Whashername: Yep
Yeah, Whatshername was there for that visit, and she didn’t hesitate in answering for me. But as the doctor explained, the bowel can and will draw up into the body sometimes. Seeing that I had already explained to her that I had previously had my esophageal sphincter medically stretched twice previously, I think the doctor was under the impression that there were some motility issues within my gut amongst the smooth muscle tissue(s), especially when you factor in my navel hernia repair and my back/spine/neck issues.
Sitting in a chair, only to stretch out for a short period, only to return to the same chair for another length of time…yeah…I think there are some issues there. And don’t give me this “THIS IS THE WAY MY FATHER RAN THIS COMPANY, AND HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM, AND HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM!!!” crap.
Q: Where are they now?
A: Dead? Dying?
I guess maybe their processes and procedures didn’t work so well for them afterall, eh?
^THE SOUL SEARCHERS It’s All In Your Mind^
It’s not that I don’t ponder where things went wrong. I do. But I also don’t limit nor attribute “what went wrong” to just one thing. I don’t think that I am alone in this thinking, I’m just alone in my particular situation. I guess that’s why I try to do as much as I can myself. It makes working on and within a team MUCH easier. Know your part and parts, and you’ll find your strengths and weaknesses. They prolly knew you before you knew them anyway, so yeah…give credit where credit is due. Even if that “who is due” is you. That’s a toughie outside of your own head. But, it is your head. It may even be attached to the rest of you. Maybe not. I don’t wanna judge if you have a detachable head.
^Vanilla Fudge “All In Your Mind”^
Not to try and break “the music vibe” here…but…the following video came up, and since it’s kinda new-ish, and appears to be made by young people afraid of disease and diseases, it interested me. Not that I have been diagnosed with a mental illness or anything, and not that I am “OK” with that diagnosis or anything, but I am interested in others’ opinions on similar and same “conditions”…how people view these conditions…and what the real point in diagnosing anyone with anything really does for…erm…whoever it does something for.
Yeah…the vid has kinda gotten me to thinking about a cousin that I recently “lost”…and her battle with Leukemia/struggles that she endured. But thinking about a movie that I re-watched last night really gets me to thinking about what in the FUCK we think we are doing sometimes. But…watch the vid below, and I’ll chit chat about the movie in the next paragraph.
^All In Your Mind – A Short Film About Schizophrenia (AAHSFF 2016 Official Selection)^
The movie I re-watched last night is called “Watchmen.” I’ve seen it many times, but it’s one of those movies that never gets old for me. Granted, it’s a fairly recent movie, but I think it one of the best “Superhero” movies out there. Anyway, the bottom line in the film, as I see it anyway, is people and the things that we do. The things that we grab onto, or the things that grab onto us, that ultimately encourages us and drives us to do what we do.
“The Right Way” or “The Correct Way” is always the same way in each and every case. Now it just boils down to the methodology of how we employ this thought and these thoughts. Goals? Not always. Prolly less than we think. Where most see goals, I personally see milestones at best. Reach a finish-line…here, only to seek another starting line…there. I can think of no other reason for achieving nor achievement, than continuance…continuing. And maybe that’s where we sometimes get it wrong and/or right. We are only one person afterall. And the individual must be important…otherwise, we wouldn’t exist nor would the concepts of the individual and individuality exist.
Yep…YOU!
U...are important.
❤
^The Standells: It’s all in your mind^
Jesus…in that previous paragraph’s ending, I bet I sounded like someone standing in front of a mirror giving themselves a pep talk eh? But that was/is not my intent.
I hate talking to myself like that, primarily because I don’t need such pep talks. I certainly did when I was younger and completely convinced that my life was already over before it had even begun. But I dropped all that shit (for the most part anyway) between the ages of 18-21. I stopped looking into the mirror, stopped allowing photographs to be taken of me/avoided cameras, and even when I did need look into a mirror…I avoided looking into my own eyes. I still avoid looking into my own eyes. I don’t need to look in there. I know what’s in there….and no one can tell me otherwise. Yeah…someone might be able to point out something that I’ve forgotten about…but don’t tell me what I can and/or will do with that experience…nor what I will or will not, or may or may not, do with that experience. And I guess that’s really pretty much the only choice we have in life…choices.
What we do…with what we have.
Our only choice…is choices.
Go make some.
Or not.
Whatever.
^All in Your Mind – FINAL STATE (C’est la vie album)^
As I’ve been writing this particular whatever, it seems that Roob has banging out a whatever of her own. My initial impulse is to say that her article is “scathing”…and it is. But the manner in which she tempers her thoughts and her thinking is impressive. Especially as this relates to how she expresses this process in text.
Anyway…there was a video where I had to suspend disbelief for a bit, because I was thinking that “this has to be some kind of joke or spoof or something”…with respect to labeling that some group or groups wants to put on “junk food”.
Um…not everyone has loads of money to eat what you eat sir and/or madam. And as someone who was a vegetarian for a coupla years? Yeah…vegetarianism is motherfucking EXPENSIVE!!! Takes a great deal of time to prepare as well. Not that I mind, since I cook and LOVE to cook…but since when do you care about that? Are you gonna tell me what kind of cookware to use? Are you gonna tell me not to use cookware at all? Are you gonna dictate when/what time I eat at home like you do for me at work? Are you gonna come monitor me and make sure that all standards are adhered to, and punish me when I don’t?
Q: Who is monitoring you?
A: That right...you.
Stop trying to create work for others via your own waistline shortcomings, and we can work on ignoring each other just fine thank you very much.
^J-City – All In Your Mind ft. Lil Cri^
But seriously, I’ve seen the clever quips on Twitter about “the trading card aspect” of the cigarette packaging. But keep one thing in mind as this back and forth progresses. Those are real people in those pictures. Real people with real lives, irrespective of how you judge and jury those people and how they have chosen to live their lives. Especially when you’ve narrowed it down to one or two things. If you’ve gotten that narrow in your focus? Yep…you are prolly MILES from wherever your goals lay. You don’t protect someone by smashing the fuck out of them, nor anyone else for that matter. If you wanna lead by example? Then lead by example, fuckface.
EX: You are a non-smoker and anti-smoking advocate. You decide to start power lifting. You find that you are so good at it, that you decide to start competing. You start to compete, and do fairly well, but you find that you do not have an edge that the other lifters seem to have. You find that you are winded easily, even tho your medical stats show that you should be able to do this/these anaerobic activities with ease. Another power lifter suggests that you start smoking.
Power lifters who smoke to better their performance?!?!?!?!
Yep.
Bye bye power lifting career.
Or…you can start smoking.
!!!Heh... heh ...heH!!!
^Mendo & Yvan Genkins – Its All In Your Mind^
I was just informed via Merovee, that I may have something to offer a discussion regarding the technical aspects of “AI” in regards to some comments made by Vladimir Putin regarding hacking tools and/or computer viruses. I’m in the big middle of this here whatever, and didn’t want to change gears and write some big wall of text over at Frank’s, so I said that I’d think about it and put some thoughts here. Not that what I said over at Merovee didn’t succinctly sum up my feelings on the matter, because it did.
But that’s just it. You put up these imaginary walls that are anything but imaginary, and expect them to somehow become something that they are not. They are what they are…but the intent and intentions behind these walls and their construction? I mean…you cannot expect to perpetuate an idea like that forever, as you have NO FUCKING CLUE who is going to follow in your stead when you have moved on. They aren’t you, and you cannot make them you. The more you try to make them like you, the more distant and non-alike the both of you become. Was Leonid Brezhnev identical to Nikita Khrushchev? Was Nikita Khrushchev identical to Joseph Stalin? Is Vladimir Putin identical to Boris Yeltsin? Nope. They just belonged to some of the same groups.
Similar <> Same
^Jack Teagarden – It’s All In Your Mind^
If you wanna transverse the atomic and subatomic barriers that I believe exist in a realm and realms of information that so exceeds what we believe is possible or even probable…I’ll do it. But my thoughts on information is rather radical compared to the standard model of computing as we know it today with your basic 8086 architecture, or even before and beyond that.
One of the biggies in my life, lies in the musical transition from analog to digital in the realm of amplifiers going from tube to solid state. Especially today with amplifier and effects modeling. The argument being, that one is better than the other. And they are right. But the question remains, which one is right and for who.
Sorry, but I ain’t got $3,000 to $4,000 to spend on a vacuum-tube amp, nor the $800-$1,000 or more to change the tubes if I don’t like the sound. I may, however, have the money to spend $500 on a solid-state amplifier that sounds just as good for what I need it to do. I ain’t gonna be opening for Deadmau5 any time soon, and I sure as shit ain’t gonna be headlining this year’s Lollapalooza. So…why in the FUCK do I need some amplifier “just because it’s the best of the best according to the best guitarists in the world!!!”
I mean…if you can afford it…knock yourself out. I’m a big believer in quality, and I prolly use many of the same brands that you do, and there is a reason and reasons for that.
But I digress.
^The Mangrooves – All In Your Mind^
I simply think, that what we are seeing within the computing world as it stands, is that we’ve hopped from analog to digital, and are now returning to analog to see what we’ve missed.
Welp…what does your machinery tell you? I mean, that’s where the problem(s), if any, truly lay. In my estimation, there is no separation between particle and wave. Meaning: There is no separation between analog and digital, except when and where separated. That was your intent…right? You wanted either analog or digital, you figured out how to do it…what’s the problem? OH! Something is missing?
Again…wasn’t that the point? A filter and filtering that resulted in a filter? Sooner or later you’re gonna realize that the practical applications within the scope of The Universe? Yeah…they aren’t that fucking practical…and yet…they are practically every-fucking-where. All kinds of practical applications for practically anything and everything.
Q: Who have you omitted?
A: Is the answer...you?
^Fat Jon – All In Your Mind^
Yeah…there’s all kinds of “digital” stuff going on in the head and body. But I don’t think those pathways are active in the ways and means in which some might wish to traverse them. Not that I am correct, but think about that like this…if you wish to “get inside someone’s head” in order to know what they are thinking…
Q: Did you ask?
A: Yes.
Q: Didn’t like the answer, eh?
A: No.
Welp…while you are chewing on that…chew on this…
Q: How much of your life and your life’s resources are you willing to spend trying to get into someone else’s head, irrespective of the reason(s) and/or your reasoning?
A: ???
Yeah. You might wanna think that one through. Especially when you realize that even a one way street is both ways under the right circumstances. I mean…you want to be in someone else’s head/someone else’s private space right? Are you taking steps to make sure that no one gets into your head/your private space?
See how complicated this just got? So I got one last question for ya while you are chewing on all of that…
Q: Are you concerned about “mental health issues?”
A: ???
Yep…you might wanna chew on that one for a while. Someone starts hearing voices that are emanating from God knows who or where? Kinda…scary.
^Chimney Choir – all in your mind^
Q: How many “mental health issues” does a dead body have?
A: Is the answer...one?
Q: How many “health problems” does a dead body have?
A: Is the answer...none?
Q: How many problems do the live bodies surrounding a dead body have?
A: Is this question even answerable?
Private Joker: “The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.”
Movie = Full Metal Jacket
^Blind Iris – All in Your Mind (Lyrics/HQ sound)^
Yep…this turned into a long one. It’s now 18:43, and I’ve been writing it on and off all day. In between rounds of Plants vs. Zombies on the X-Box anyway…heh heh.
But I haven’t jerked off yet today. And although that activity may seem vulgar, and my talking about it may seem crass, it IS a function of the body is it not? Isn’t there a scientific principle that espouses “use it or lose it?” And isn’t that scientific principle nested within the concepts of evolution, adaptability, mutation and change and changes and a bunch of other shit?
I mean yeah…I’m certainly not going to be getting laid any time soon, assuming that I ever get laid again in the entirety of the remainder of my life. But she doesn’t know that I think like that. Whoever she is, if she’s out there, she is gonna expect me to fuck like a champion on the very first try. I may not get another chance if I don’t. But then again, maybe she’d be understanding to my plight and personal situation. Not like the first time having sex with someone is, or can be, awkward or anything.
I have no idea what I'm trying to say here.
^Dennis Yost & Classic IV – All in your mind^
So yeah…basically? Artificial Intelligence…there is nothing artificial about it.
That is, unless you, as the designer, are one of those fake people who do stuff just so people will like you. In which case, yeah…there might be some artificial colors, flavors and sweeteners in there.
That said…if “an artificial intelligence” was loosed somehow on The Internet…
Q: How do you know that it wasn’t there all along?
A: ?¿?
Yep…I’m suggesting that maybe you expand your thinking beyond simply…
“WE CREATED IT!!! AND IT’S LOOSE!!!”
All kinds of paths and pathways, and this Universe has been around and “at it” for a while…so…yeah. All kinds of possible possibilities that are probable if not likely.
/me shrugs
You asked.
/me shrugs again
^The Soul Angels It’s All in Your Mind 1969 Disc 1 Track 19^
One of these days…I’m gonna have to do a themed based whatever. Or find some trend or theme or something so I can better focus and organize my crazy lunatic mind.
Imma make a note real quick here to do that sometime in the future.
Anyone wanna dance? 
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