Tag: Planet Jazz – Monster ??!

Missive From ‘Merica: The Limey and the Coco Pops

Coco Poppy

*Thank fuck, Poppy tweeted that to us last night, Clicky… /lights up… Or I’d have been completely bolloxed for a post title… /drags…*

Last night, Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. The Unseen Synchro, a.k.a The Okie Devil of Text Us asked me and Poppy Sweet Pea to provide him with some words, from which he would write a poem…

Said poem is contained within Cade’s latest missive, below…

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*That’s right, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… down there…*

Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤

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Someone might enjoy this.
^Iron Maiden – Behind The Beast^

I once wrote a certain poem,

but can’t recall what it said.

So now here it sits aching,

bouncing round in my head.

Wrote some parts down, that had a certain sound.

Certain parts rhymed, other parts timed.

One part climbed,

another piece descended.

Don’t recall where it all started,

nor even if anything ended.

There must be a way in, to the place to begin.

First…to find out how, my way out of…now.

Some thoughts run free and freely,

others disappear in a stare.

Some are likely gone forever,

a few are written down somewhere.

Take out the trash, Danish mash.

Write it down, or face the frown.

There’s one part I tried to remember,

but cannot recall the details.

Likely a something of beauty,

perhaps bunny rabbits, wasps, or snails.

Formulaic attributes, proxy gaps and substitutes.

Removed this line, I’m sure it was fine.

Does she really exist out there,

or am I being silly…a dupe.

Like some sort of prize or plunder,

a cold journey that ends with hot soup.

You’ll be there, when you are there.

You were there, you aren’t there.

This end of that one here now,

the end of this one a time later.

I’ve forgotten what this one was about,

perhaps I’ll remember it…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPQ515qGGzM

^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^

What a bunch of fucking weirdos.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2s_egCAKvys

^1977 TV Synthesizer Special^
If you thought that shit was weird, check THIS shit out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4E7BLSSLgtw

^1969 World’s First Electronic Pop Song^

All of the people in the above two vids are either all:

A) dead from disease, or

B) all strung out on drugs while waiting to be dead from disease.

I read a lot of facts and figures, and those facts and figures are very clear…everyone is either dead, or about to be. Seriously. You are either dead, or about to be, and you are either on drugs, or about to be.

Lots of information and facts and figures floating around that prove this to be correct. A lot of these political Tweets are fucking weird. The ones that are always tell people to stand up? What does that even mean, other than you telling me I’m already down. Not only are you telling me I’m already down…you are telling me I need to get up off my lazy ass and do something for you, because you said so.

How do you get everyone aboard the same train?

What’s that? You don’t want everyone on the same train?

I thought you wanted to be first.

If you want to be first, that means you need everyone on the same train.

^Best soviet electronic music^

Are animals incompetent?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DBc5NpyEoo

^Kraftwerk – Roboter 1978^

I was out front letting my youngest son’s dog get some fresh air. It’s 57°F/13°C, the sun is shining, and is generally awesome. But she refused to come back in, so I had to chase her around the front yard a bit. When I finally got her to come back towards the door so I could let her in, I reached up to open the door, and noticed there was a critter on my foot. I brought my foot up, then gently blew the winged critter off my foot, and they landed on the concrete porch.

I let the dog in, then began to retreat inwards myself, when I noticed that the ant – yes, it was a winged ant – was still sitting in the same place/had not flown off. I suddenly became worried, as the ant was sitting right in the big, fucking middle of the porch. Were anyone else to come in or out through the door, they won’t know the ant is sitting there, and would likely step on the ant. So the question becomes…

Q: What do I do?

A: Whatever I do.

I tried to give the ant a shade of encouragement to move by bending down and blowing on it, but it sensed the sudden increase in hurricane force winds, and hung on for dear life to the concrete of the porch. I wonder if there is a something to be learned there about methods we employ to get others to do what we want?

^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^

I think this is the last whatever that I’m going to write in MS WordPad. Yep…even tho I downloaded and installed OpenOffice over a month ago, I’m still using MS WordPad to write these things. WordPad really doesn’t offer much in the way of formatting: there’s no spellcheck, no fancy editing tools, and it takes me a level of two of washing this shit before I actually send it over to Roob for her to do whatever she does with it.

But I think I’m starting to feel a shade better about my formatting peccadilloes, and how better to use them to mold what I am trying to say, as I am saying it. My reason for doing this is quite simple, and that is so that I don’t go back and read something that I’m going to regret having written, and not have spent more time or formatting and editing. I mean, in life, when we say things, we don’t get second chances. You gotta say the right thing, at the right time, and you’ve got to say it right the first time, and every time, forever amen.

Practice makes perfect.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

Practice makes perfect.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

Practice repetition makes repetition perfect repetition.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUF3AfjW9P8

^Morrissey – Break up the Family^

I just saw a pretty cool Tweet, that was cool, because it had leaves in it. There was a really cool star made out of sticks and twine, and I had some thoughts on that too, but what really interested me was the leaves. Dunno bout choo, but I love picking up leaves and looking at them. Well, leaves that have fallen. Leaves on the tree are best observed where they are, but I’ve been known to pick them.

Anyway, I love to look at leaves, check out the patterns, think about how they developed and why, make crazy assumptions about how these patterns suit needs in many ways, etc., etc.. But with respect to the leaves in this particular picture, what I got to thinking about was…

“how in the FUCK do those leaves look so nice?”

I can’t get a super close look at the leaves, but they certainly aren’t crushed…so how in the fuck did someone go out and collect a bunch of leaves without crushing them? OR…is that part of the ritual? Just…go out and grab a fuckton of leaves, cram em’ all into a bag, then sort the shit when you get home. Crushed ones here, uncrushed ones there.

Le YIKES!!! Sounds like a metaphor for pre-dating and post-dating romantic encounters.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1bcUlu132o

^World On Fire (Junkie XL Club Mix)^

Not that you particularly care, but where my mind was buzzing around today was/is medicine.

Q: Is medical infrastructure medicine?

A: ?¿?

The only way to get everyone on board, is to cover all needs, up to and including, not needing at all. Giving your share away, because you don’t need it, but someone else does, and if they don’t now, they will later.

I wonder who that someone might be?

Anyway, there’s been a lot of things I’ve seen lately, that would appear to have nothing at all to do with medicine/standardized medicine, but they do. Lemme see if I can find some, that way we’ve got an audit trail, and proof, and other cool shit like that.

^Infusion — Legacy (Junkie XL Remix)^

Here’s an example…

Refusal of need(s) means that the relationship is over…right? If you don’t get what you need, when you need it, DIVORCE!!!

Everything must remain the same forever, or face elimination. It’s the only way. Can’t discern and discriminate until everything is the same, which allows us to discover our differences, and eliminate them.

OK, I’ll stop trying to be clever in my digging, and put it like this: If I’m married, and looking forward to sex with my wife tonight, but that afternoon she gets hit by a car and winds up in the hospital, can I still fuck her in the hospital bed?

I mean, assuming that she still wants to fuck. Or do I need to take a rain-check? Does she need to take a rain-check? What if she is insistent that I fuck her, because she fears it may be the last chance we get to do so? Or is the hospital going to have an opinion too? Is that an additional price of medical care? Do it my way, or else?

^Savages – You’re My Chocolate^

Here’s another one…

What could some “missile alert” have to do with medical care? Welp…if a war starts, a shitload of people are going to need a fuckton of band-aids.

Who is gonna make them?

Where are they getting their supplies?

Who is going to ship them?

Who is going to apply them?

And on, and on, and on...

Supposedly, our President said something recently about “the button” now being his own personal property. Dunno how that transfer of ownership happened, but that’s what I personally took away from the “my button is bigger than his” bit, or whatever it was.

And another...

And another...

And another...

As best I can tell, all of these things hover around continuance, and weave in and out of all kinds of other applications. Dunno bout you, but to me, that says someone is doing some weaving. Who? Does that matter? Do you care that you have a blanket when you need it, or is who made it important? We want everything to stay the same, and the only way to accomplish that, is change and changes.

Makes sense.
^Le Couleur – Femme^

/begin poem

The bells…they hang silent, and scream.

But no one listens to them anymore.

/end poem

^Sub Focus – X-Ray (Metrik Remix)^

When I start seeing the same Tweets over and over, coming from different people, does that mean that I have enough friends that I can dump one in favor of the other? I mean, who needs two friends that are damn near identical? Dump one, keep the other. They both regurgitate the same bullshit, so no big loss if I lose one. Losing weight is always popular.

^Jonathan Bree – You’re So Cool^

I’m not implying that “standardized medicine” is going to start producing standardized people, but it might contribute to the production of standardized people. I guess it all depends on how we look at things, and what we want to get out of them. Things are only worth a flying fuck, when and if they put out. If they don’t? Fuck ’em.

^boy pablo – Everytime^

I had to bring the trash in. I took it out this morning, but someone forgot that today is MLK‘s birthday, so I had to bring it back in. If it sits out in the alley for the next 3 days, it’ll get torn to shreds by stray dogs, cats, squirrels, opossums, skunks, and God knows what else.

Plus, yet again, the temperature has been dropping all day, and it’s supposedly supposed to snow @ 20:00/8:00 pm tonight. It’s currently 48°F/10°C, so we’ve got a ways to go if it’s going to snow. My “news” came via Whatshername, so I just went to check the weather, and I saw nothing about snow, and it’s not supposed to get cold till tomorrow. That said, it has gotten cloudy as fuck outside, and the wind is blowing pretty good.

Definitely feels like change is changing.
^Detlef – JayDee^

/begin end

Here is where we ended this rhyme…upon this fancy dish.

The method could take some time…to feast upon this fish.

I’ll bang upon this wordy chime…something simple but cute.

Silence is the realm of the mime…so says the mute.

Something made of wheat…something filled with slime.

Cooked lovingly into a meat…and when eaten tastes sublime.

Climb upon this giving mound…climb to your summit I climb.

Howls in pain this foolish hound…my bonds downgraded to subprime.

/end end

I asked two different people for 8 words that rhymed, in 4 sets of 2 words each.

Below is what I got…

Person A: Fish – Dish, Wheat – Meat, Hound – Mound, Cute – Mute

Person B: chime, climb, rhyme, slime, time, mime, subprime, sublime

:/

There’s always a fucking smart ass 😉

Anyway, I used those 16 words, and created that nonsense above. Hence, where it ended, is actually where it began, but not really. Anyway, thanks to you ladies for playing along.

❤

^Leftwing & Kody – What You Sayin^

It’s against my religion to ask others to assist me in any poetry writing efforts. And yet, for some reason, I asked for assistance. I guess I don’t like my religion anymore, and needed a way out. NOBODY leaves a religion on good terms…

...do they?

Maybe that’s where a lot of this weirdness and confusion comes from. Do I really need to be in church every fucking time the doors are open? If a church closes down because I didn’t show up, maybe that church needed to close. We’ve got churches every-fucking-where here. These seminaries are pumping out clergy, year after year, and they’ve got to have somewhere to go…right? Need a flock to lead?

 Can't have shepherds without sheep.

And supposedly, America is motherfucking STOCKED with sheep. Which…did you see that Tweet up there about increasing sales of lamb? Um…ever thought that maybe…instead of slaughtering a fuckton of sheep like your life depended on it, maybe let a cull slide here and there. Doing without on occasion, might help us better deal with what it’s like, to forget what it is like, to be fat and happy.

PLUS!!!…it’ll give some reprieves to some little lambs that might be looking for a longer-term shepherd.

^Nitrous Oxide – Orient Express^

Someone Tweeted this story…

RAF fighters intercept two Russian bombers near UK airspace

…and it got me to thinking about a brief conversation that I had with a certain someone about Twitter execs supposedly snooping on their users.

First of all, there is a line of thinking, where certain people attempt to…erm…“take their destiny into their own hands” by joining the machine that monitors. They do this, thinking that they can somehow transcend the monitors and monitoring, by joining the club. But I got a question about “ascension”, irrespective of when and how it occurs…

Q: Now what?

A: !!!

Yeah…did you remember to take a parachute with you? If so, did you pack it yourself, because just because you aren’t being monitored today, doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be monitored tomorrow.

I’m not proposing a defeatist attitude towards people taking things that don’t belong to them, nor people snooping on others just because they can. But if you took the time to watch the video above from 1969 where the people were dancing to the “Pop Corn” song, you’ll notice that their rhythm was all over the fucking place. Some fast, some slow, some trying to dance this way, others trying to dance that way…adjusting to something new. Lots of figuring out to be done there.

^Planet Jazz- Monster ??!^

Same goes for anything new I guess. Takes a while to find a rhythm. Takes a while to adjust to a rhythm. Gonna be a lot of impatient motherfuckers getting antsy. Wanting shit “RIGHT GODDAMN NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!”, and I understand that kind of thinking, but maybe cut down on the coffee and chill dipshits. Get two shots in your Starbucks instead of four. Or hell, up it to eight.

I dunno...just...chill.

I hate when these motherfuckers tell me I’m gonna get left behind, and then the next day they tell me the same bullshit. Welp, if I got left behind, how in the fuck are we having this conversation? Anyone that tells me “I’m gonna get left” is prolly angling me. Or did I just assume your intentions?

^Sven Väth & Barbarella – My Name Is Barbarella^

There are some days that I just want to crawl under a rock and die. But I’ve been here before, and I survived it then, so why wouldn’t I survive it now? Just because I’m 50 years old and completely worthless, welp, that inspires me to keep moving. Seeing things like that ant, holding on for dear life, inspires me. Hang on while the storm blows, and move the best you can, when you can, as the storm relents.

I mean, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, nature sometimes needs us to hunker down for a bit? Sit tight. If you’ve not considered that, just keep in mind that we sleep. So maybe not just and only storms sometimes do the trick with respect to getting us to chill at bit.

^Sven Väth – Extra welt / Zu Fuss^

/begin poem

A quick spin round, and to, is the thing now to do.

Outside, real quick, to check on this snow, the news is thick.

brb

Back, not a goddamn thing, not a goddamn flake, not one flake to see, except…me.

‘Tis cold and cloudy, no snow, plenty of wind, I’m pouty.

But not sad, not mad, not glad, not yet, no snow I’d bet.

But why bet on the weather, it’s always coming together, just like laces in a shoe.

And not to be too bold, but warm or cold, I’d like to curl up with you.

/end poem

Definitely colder outside, but the air has a warm feeling to it. The air is heavy. Feels heavy.

Weird.
^Mark Jenkyns – Sirens Feat. Mizbee (Original Mix)^

Neuronal Circuits Reportedly Mapped More Comprehensively Than Ever Before

This is interesting, but the story goes from…

“they have devised a novel method that maps electrical circuits in the brain”

to…

“enabled them to map out all 250 cells that make up a microcircuit in part of a mouse brain that processes smell”

…pretty quickly.

From "Brain" to "Mouse Brain" pretty fucking fast.

The fact they’re tinkering in areas that process smell is pretty fucking impressive, but to what end? It seems there are elements that are wanting to ban anything and everything that supposedly makes us sick. So…what’s the reason for research like this?

Once alcohol and cigarettes are gone, and plants are completely under the control of corporations and/or government, freewill can be tamed, and there’ll be nothing left for anyone to do…right? Or am I being to shallow and not looking at the greater picture and the big good.

That said, the article only mentions the word “mouse” once, “mice” not at all, and “brain” ten times. Let’s check out “the big study” and see where that leads us.

Architecture of a mammalian glomerular domain revealed by novel volume electroporation using nanoengineered microelectrodes

Glomerulus (Kidney)

Bowman’s Capsule

I knew it. Conspiracy.

Mystery = SOLVED!!! Next!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KL9aPK3qzJU

^Franky Rizardo – Killa Bees (Original Mix) [Sola]^

However, identifying the totality of cells belonging to such neuronal modules, the “inputs” and “outputs,” remains a major challenge.

That’s from the “Neuronal Circuits” article above, but I’m still perplexed about the “I/O” nature of thinking in science. I mean, what if information processing takes a fuckton longer than you think it does? Something unique to me, may not be unique to you, so to say something always processes information in the same way(s) seems…foolhardy. Not to mention that the nature of your “I/O” thinking is prolly backwards to begin with. Meaning, you’ve not stop to consider that “I/O” is a simultaneous process that happens at the same time. Perhaps even at the same time, at the same point, and happens multiple times. Like a sequence.

EX: In order to get in, and I mean in, and only in, you need a sequence of registers that simultaneously register: I, O, O, I, I, O, O, I, I, I, O.

Yeah rly.

I’m suggesting that a sequence of “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may be required just to get in. There’s prolly going to be some embedded encoding within the “IN” key that allows the potential, for an “OUT” key to be generated, depending on the information that follows the “IN” key.

Am I really suggesting that this I/O sequencing into the brain is going to be that complex? Nope. It’s not going to be that easy. I’m suggesting that it’s going to be a fuckton more complex than that.

^Eli Brown – Get Down^

Thinking like that shouldn’t be that much of a stretch. We are talking about trapping here, information processing and retention, data preservation. That means there are going to be FUCKTONS of traps preventing you from getting in, and perhaps even allowing you to get in. Getting out is another matter entirely. I mean, DNA is pretty complex…right?

If the model of tumblers that I see in my head is even partially correct with respect to how information is processed and potentially stored within the body. Um…you better get out your stopwatches and start thinking about time, times, and a fuckton of time and times, then you better start thinking about friction, atrophy, decay, motion, what constitutes energy over time…and a fuckton of other things. I guess I’m thinking about things like that, because “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may get you in today, but tomorrow may require “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”.

How long are you willing to monitor this shit? Yeah…why not hook this shit up to your own brain, then you monitor yourself and let others monitor you for the rest of your life. We’ll keep you posted on how it all turns out. Srsly…we will. You’re in good hands. I’ve practiced on thousands of grapefruits.

^CamelPhat – Drop It^

Lemme explain why I’m thinking in those lines, assuming that I possess the ability to do so.

We are talking about information…correct? Are you going to use the first key that works? Welp, what if that key, sends all information to one place, and one place only?

Yeah...storage.

There’s GOT to be more to the routing system than just and only one key. What happens when you send a message, but the pathway is already occupied, and the message cannot be sent in totality? Are you prepared with how to deal with “packet loss” and the like? I mean…doesn’t the brain supposedly work differently/better in the mornings for certain things, and differently/worse in the evenings for those same things? Let’s say that the following is true…

Key 1: “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out”

Key 2: “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”

Key 3: “iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, iN, oUT”

Key 4: “nI, nI, nI, nI, nI, tuO, nI, nI, nI, nI, nI”

Let’s say that applying those four keys, in sequence, will get you in, through, and back out, without making a single change to anything. Basically, a ping, and a response acknowledging that your sequence was correct, and that the system recognized/recognizes that you are trying to gain access, do nothing except gain access, get through, and return. This response is neither friendly, nor unfriendly. Basically just a response of “I heard you”.

Q: How are you going to interpret that?

A: ?!¿?!¿!!!

Might wanna give it some thought. “Space” and “messages from space” are prolly not just and only going to come from one place or another. Might wanna give that some thought as well. I’m sure as shit chewing on it.

^Charles Pierre – Directions (Original Mix)^

Something else to consider…

I am a human.

To say that I’ve no knowledge of my own makeup is…

shortsighted.

I have knowledge of self.

Some anyway 😉

I am a someone, (Individual Human)

that is part of a group, (Humans)

that is also part of a group, (Life)

and this group of groups contains unlimited groups (Lives).

So yeah…to say that it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, that are more “scientific” in nature, while possessing none of the “skill and knowledge” that these scientific modalities create? That it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, because I possess none of the machinery… None of the training… none of the skills… none of the experience… none of the peer support…and on and on?

Welp...you'd be right about that.

Within the scope of the entirety of things, not sure what that means tho.

/me shrugs
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^

cYa | cFa

^Pleasurekraft & Green Velvet – Skeleton Key (Format B Remix)^

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*/puffs… You got here before me, Clicky…/pats snout… *

Sew there you have it, Dear Reader – a poetic missive shambles inspired by thoughts on medicine…

medicine (n.)

c. 1200, “medical treatment, cure, remedy,” also used figuratively, of spiritual remedies, from Old French medecine (Modern French médicine) “medicine, art of healing, cure, treatment, potion,” from Latin medicina “the healing art, medicine; a remedy,” also used figuratively, perhaps originally ars medicina “the medical art,” from fem. of medicinus (adj.) “of a doctor,” from medicus “a physician” (from PIE root *med- “take appropriate measures”); though OED finds evidence for this is wanting. Meaning “a medicinal potion or plaster” in English is mid-14c.

To take (one’s) medicine “submit to something disagreeable” is first recorded 1865. North American Indian medicine-man “shaman” is first attested 1801, from American Indian adoption of the word medicine in sense of “magical influence.” The U.S.-Canadian boundary they called Medicine Line (first attested 1910), because it conferred a kind of magic protection: punishment for crimes committed on one side of it could be avoided by crossing over to the other. Medicine show “traveling show meant to attract a crowd so patent medicine can be sold to them” is American English, 1938. Medicine ball “stuffed leather ball used for exercise” is from 1889.

It is called a “medicine ball” and it got that title from Prof. Roberts, now of Springfield, whose fame is widespread, and whose bright and peculiar dictionary of terms for his prescription department in physical culture is taught in every first-class conducted Y.M.C.A. gymnasium in America. Prof. Roberts calls it a “medicine ball” because playful exercise with it invigorates the body, promotes digestion, and restores and preserves one’s health. [“Scientific American Supplement,” March 16, 1889]

I’m off now to spend some time with Thoughtful Man, and Clicky is…

*Charming!*

… Already out of here apparently. Dear Reader… Have a Song 😀

https://youtu.be/WM_htiBzpzU

Missive From ‘Merica: All Aboard The Prolly Trolley

This may very well be the last missive from my friend Cade, The Okie Devil, for a while… He’s about to embark on a journey West, then North, on foot…

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*Oh gawd! I bloody hope he’s got some shoes, Clicky…*

Clicky and I wish him well, as I’m sure you do too, Dear Reader…

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Let’s say that you are 50 years old.

O wait…

HOWDY!

Let’s say that you are 50 years old, 50 years ago.

No wait…that’s not right.

What is today’s date?

^Loko – Rollercoaster (Original Mix)^


I was just scratching a lump of gooey dirt off of my arm, and got to think about changes in environment and environments over time over times over time.

So...

Over Time = 50 Years

Over Times = Times within that 50 years.

Over Time = Sum of the two PLUS the individual components, all at the same time, over different times within that time.

SO!

50 years = 0 - 50 years = A -> B

"->" = X (times)

A = 0

B = 50

X = (A -> B) + (A + B) + X = X + Y -> Z

X is going to “waffle” between X & 0, as we use “Y” as a placeholder that is representative of the transitional state between X & Z.

X is where we get our crazy notion to “take stock and evaluate” up to the current time, and Y & Z are gonna help us get there by also being backwards iterations of B <- A

None of that makes sense I’m sure. So…I’ll shutup.

Maybe if you think of X and 0 together as our “bullseye” or “X marks the spot”, that’ll help us decide when we decided to make a decision.

EX: You blunder through life, wonder what the fuck you are gonna do…then…suddenly…“I’M GONNA DO THIS!!!”

X via 0

0 = fuzzy logic type of not knowing what to do, but knowing something needs to be done. X is our milestone that coalesces into “AH-HA!”…which gives us “A” starting point via X via 0.

We already knew we needed to do something…”X” = the unknown known.

0 helps us figure that out, by guiding us in a less “direct approach”…kinda like a light that is not so overwhelming.

^Kelis – Bossy (Crookers Remix)^

I guess I’m stumbling around a lot of shit that others have already figured out. But having some thoughts about Pi and it’s application within a 5 dimensional environment, I still think that leaving Pi out of “it’s application/applicability” in a 3-dimensional environment while in motion? Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to understand the “non-repeating decimal portion”…because time is left out.

EX: 3 = 1, . = 0, 1 = 1 = 2, 4 = 1 = IIII = 5.

Add decimals between each of these, 3.1.4, where 3 = 1 = “our circle”, and maybe it’ll be easier to understand when and where this “non-repeating decimal” not only repeats, but does so backwards and catches up to us on the other side of our circle as we draw it.

I mean, there are gonna be all kinds of other shapes that we are going to make both inside and outside of that circle to measure it’s perfection, plus the diameter and radius of the circle we draw itself. So why would there NOT need to be “a missing dimension” that needs to exist in order for use to draw/make our circle?

I would say that the missing dimension itself is something that cannot be described until it has ceased to exist, once our circle is complete. It begins as we start to make our circle, and has already ended wherever that “circle creation process” stops. I think this may be what helps the dumb among the brainiacs, explain and/or understand the creation process itself, as to “when the creation action(s) actually began.” That etheral blankness of gears turning to achieve something, that closes as it opens at the moment that we begin something, we just don’t know what that is until after-the fact.

Start to include the minutae of the negligible, and we’ll prolly better understand how nothing is ever negligible. However, including them for exclusion, is creating an entirely NEW set of negligible, that cannot be accounted for until/if/when encountered. This leads me to believe, that if something is capable of being included for exclusion within this embedded set of sets, you will able to exclude it successfully. However, you prolly need to keep in mind, time and times with respect to iterations.

Monday, Exclusion = Success
Tuesday, Exclusion = Success
Wednesday Exclusion = Failure

Q: What changed?

A: Everything.
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^


So if we have us a street, that was designed and built to last for 50 years, what was excluded?

My thought would be, the 50 years themselves, since those are completely unknown.

If the street starts to fail at 5 years, what was omitted?

If the street is still motherfucking PERFECT at 50 years, and it is decided that this street can prolly last for another 50 years, what has been excluded?

If the street starts to fail at 99 years, what was omitted?

Prolly the motherfuckers that are gonna have to fix it.

Not saying that you won’t still be designing and maintaining streets at the age of 140, but let’s assume that you aren’t.

Yeah…prolly a “welcome to hedging” is applicable here.

^Yello – To The Sea (1997) [HD 1080p]^

I dunno. Maybe this kind of thinking does more harm than good. I’ve just tangled with this thought of “evil traveling in straight lines” concept so much, that’s difficult to describe how I have “tangled with it.” That’s a summation, but so is the origin of the summation itself. It’s applicability within my own life, and how it applies to me, is paramount in such a fuzzy way, that it’s almost as vague as the source that brought it to my attention in the first place.

Almost an egotistical urging from The Universe, that’s “give the kid a ruler, and watch what he does with it.” Meaning, he’ll prolly use it from everything from an imaginary helicopter blade balanced atop a pencil, to a makeshift baseball bat for rocks, but will never use it correctly with respect to its intended purpose. So…”the right tool for the right job” analogy, goes right out the fucking window with respect to necessity and/or need.

All kinds of ways to leverage a lever.

Just don’t pull that metal strip off of the wooden ruler. The metal will curl, and the ruler will warp.

Prolly some other symbolism in there, but that ain’t my bag…so…yeah….whatever.

^Blood Moon ~ Dhruva Aliman^

So if 3.14 becomes 3.1.4 becomes 1.1.1, becomes 10101…erm…now what do we have?

Meh...I dunno either.

Let’s talk about something else.

Pro Tip: Dirt is filthy.

😉
^Crystal Castles – Crimewave^


Reposted some more shit over at “my blog”…and even tho I haven’t been re-reading much of it over the last few weeks, it’s been kinda funny to read the apprehension of my writing during that particular phase of “this divorce whatever” that is now final-ish. Lotta talking to myself, as if I’m whispering to The Universe as to what in the fuck I am going to do, and The Universe kinda whispering back a bunch of jumbled nonsense that equates to little more than “hang in there”…and now seeing myself in pretty much the same boat now almost a year later.

But that’s no real surprise to me, because I’m always in the same boat. It’s just that sometimes the conditions around me change, and sometimes not so much. Sometimes I am the master facilitator of these changes, and sometimes not so much. But it’s always the same ship. It’s always the same path. Paths change, perspectives change, times change, time changes…and sometimes…not so much.

Not that I think that “time” can be figured out in the way(s) that some seem to chase it, but I have to keep even that thought in perspective. I’m only one person afterall, on a big-assed planet in the middle-ish type region of a big-assed Universe. Someone figured time out. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be writing this, and you wouldn’t be reading it. So…yeah…Intelligent Design/Destiny and Evolution/Chaos coexisting in the same system and systems, just not always in the same place nor in the same place at the same time.

If you are on the outside of a dust-devil, where is the chaos?
If you are on the inside of a dust-devil, where is the chaos?

Q: Where would you rather be, and when?

A: Me too.

😉

^Front 242 – Break Me (Female)^

Been digging in the closet of doom today, trying to find some cables for some musical equipment I am giving to my sons. I’m not going to mention the boxes that I had previously packed and sealed, and seems that someone has opened them, because I can’t accurately remember if I for some reason re-opened these boxes that I purposefully sealed and marked as being “MY SHIT THAT IS READY TO GO” or anything like that.

But I digress.

Anyway, found a few cables, but not the two that I am looking for.

Go figure.

^Finitribe – 101 (Intensity Mix)^


Headed towards/to San Diego, and gonna work my way north from there looking for work. Others do it, so…so can I. I figure that there’s gonna be odd jobs that I might be able to do here and there, and hopefully will be able to eventually be able to scrape together enough money to get an apartment and get back on my feet….whatever that means.

I figured that my hands and legs would have completely failed me by now, nevermind my back and the constant worry about “making that one wrong move” that makes me immobile and worthless for months at a time. But I figure that humans have been creeping around this planet for a very long time, and we somehow got here to where we are thanks to these dumb drooling cretins, Luddites and Neanderthals…so…so can I.

I just hope that I don’t become a vagrant or drifter or some other kind of loser. That kinda shit really stands out on your permanent record. Makes it difficult to find work.

^Cabaret Voltaire – Alright^

Digging through these boxes has reminded me that I don’t have much, and what I do have is broken and shitty according to most standards, up to, and including, my own. (lolz) But this big-assed box of power adapters that I have that weighs about 35 metric WHATtheFUCKTONS…kinda made me wonder why in the fuck I keep all this shit for.

And the answer is simple…someone is gonna need it somewhere at some point in time…so…don’t ’86 it. Keep it. You may never use it, but you’ll sure as shit know if you need it and no longer have it. But I’ve always been big on dumpster diving, and not being afraid to look at someone else’s garbage as something potentially useful. Even if it’s something that I personally cannot use, I may know of someone that can.

Ain’t gonna do no one no good sitting in a landfill. Cept for maybe future archaeologists who are gonna prolly wonder something like…“HOLY SHIT!!! IF THEY THREW ALL OF THIS SHIT AWAY…WHAT IN THE FUCK DID THEY KEEP?!?!?!?”

Sounds…mysterious.

I wonder if they’ll solve the mystery?

^Saint Etienne – Who do you think you are^

I’ve decided not to take that tent. Less to carry, and I have no idea where in the fuck I would put it anyway. Camping sites cost money, and do not cater to the homeless. While digging through these boxes, I did find a bag of change I had been saving…so…BONUS!!! At least I’ll have a little pocket money.

So much for hitting the door with only $0.01.

Meh…sorry.

See ya’ll around when and if I do.

^Crookers- My Penny^


Now that we have our 50 year span of time…

A = Year Zero
B = Year 50

Now we need to find “X.”

X = Q: What are the differences between fiberglass airfilters for home airconditioners/heating units, between the years of 1967 and 2017?

A: 0

Wait…What? There have been NO changes in fiberglass airfilters over the span of 50 years?

Welp, I would imagine there have been many changes in those flimsy, nasty-assed things. However, Zero(0) is going to represent our base, of those inestimable variations in manufacturing and use/usage over that span of time…that will lead us to 100% of our answer.

Q: Who are we forgetting “right off the bat” here?

A: Patient Zero.

Afterall, Patient Zero is the entire reason that we are chasing this whatever it is that we are chasing, and we want Patient Zero to be the ONLY patient.

Patient Zero is also Patient One. Soooo…we don’t want no Patient Two.

Maybe patience is the order of the day.

I like them apples myself.

^Planet Jazz- Monster ??!^

In order to better understand this fiberglass that is of concern, we prolly outta think about insulation in houses/housing, since we wouldn’t have an air-conditioner/central heating in a house that was not insulated.

So…we are gonna have two basic types…rolled, and blown. Prolly both in any given house, and prolly both in the attics of these houses, with rolled of various types/thicknesses within the walls themselves. So now we need to think about walls in housing, and how they have changed over the years with respect to load bearing walls vs decorative/supporting walls, and the distance between studs in these walls as the price of materials and labor has increased/decreased over the years. Wall Studs may be 12″ apart, but more likely 16″-18″ and sometimes farther, depending on whether they are “inside walls” or “outside walls.”

So now we gotta think about these inside/outside walls more along the lines of “outside walls in garages” and such, and if these have little to no insulation at all at the time that the house is originally built, and/or is more added/replaced at a later time. Walls do breathe as the temperature changes, nevermind the stresses of the walls themselves along wth the structures that they support/augment.

Yeah…I recall some encounters with fiberglass in my youth.

Its the ones that I couldn’t see that I’m kinda thinking about now, and how these encounters relate to each other.

Just…don’t have anything better to do with my time.

^Medina ft. Lissie – Longest Road (Deadmau5 Remix) – Rare unreleased^


If particulate matter is unimportant and/or negligible…explain “clean rooms.”

If you had to put a child together by hand, would you do so in a “non-clean room?”

I mean, we got here yeah? Irrespective of these jibes about smells, and nastiness, and filth, and on and on, with respect to how we as human “procreate”…we seem to have a shitload of fun doing it…so whats up with all the filth bullshit?

I digress.

Now that we’ve got our custom designed baby, special designed, built, and hand delivered in our clean sterile environments…

Q: Where to now?

A: <gulp>

Yeah…not like that child is a human or anything, that is gonna hopefully grow up healthy and strong with the perfect build, perfect eyes, perfect hair, perfect IQ, and perfect everything else…ready to take on this imperfect world that you’ve created.

I guess the streams kinda crossed there a few times.

^BSOD (Steve Duda), Deadmau5 – Monochrome^

It just seems to me, that if you want the perfect you, what is gonna replace you?

You are the one to do that via you. Not via someone else. It seems that you are including everyone and everything else as something that is …erm…replaceable. Deprecation just needing someone to come along and omit its ass, and that someone is you. And don’t even BEGIN to think that I haven’t thought about this shit…because I haven’t. BUT! I’m planning to get around to it.

^The Subs – Mitsubitchi (Original)^

Yesterday, I was out meandering in the backyard and thinking about ants. What came to mind was that I have not seen the larger large abdomened ants around this area in years. Not like ants and other pests and pestilences are high on our hitlists or anything, but yeah…haven’t seen one of those around here in years. But today? I’ll be GODDAMNED if there wasn’t a fucking large abdomened ant out in the backyard, transversing the bricks around the same time that I was looking for/at the other ants marching around going here and there.

I watched it for a while, and marveled at “the coincidence”…seeing as how these ants are pretty goddamn big and distinguishable from the other small ants. Damn near like wingless-wasps, but they are ants, not wasps. We used to watch them in the springtime when they’d stick their butts up in the air and swirl them around, sometimes extending their stingers that were covered in some kind of fluid. I just figured they were using some aromatic fluid to communicate with other ants.

Which brings me to the RIDICULOUS amounts of bees that I have seen this Spring. SHITLOADS of them. Where have the bees gone? Um…I guess they escaped off of the farms and commercialized colonies that are trucked all over the country year round, and have gone rogue. Yeah…prolly shoulda seen that one comin, eh?

^Renegade Soundwave – Renegade Soundwave (The Leftfield Remix) [1994] HQ HD^


Trying to remember my grandmother’s orchards and vineyards, but am having difficulty doing so. It seems to me that maybe a tornado or storm got ahold of that orchard part, and ripped it to motherfucking shreds. But I could be wrong about that. I only remember the tornadoes dancing (yes, plural) and watching Black Widows and Brown Recluses living in proximity to one another to each’s mutual advantage.

I was WAY too young to remember such things…let alone…remember them properly. Not like they are my eyes/ears/senses/memories are anything. I musta got hit by flying debris or something. Knocked my brain out.

Q: Anyone ever had to shove one of their dislodged sinus cavities back up into their nose with their finger?

A: Yeah...me neither. Freaked me the fuck out.
^Yello – The Expert (Full High Definition Video) Najlepsza Jakość ! Czysty głos!^

I remember the smell of the chemicals sprayed everywhere when I was a kid. Crop-dusters, tractors, and I even remember the “Mosquito Trucks” that used to come around and spray at night. As a matter of fact, just a coupla years ago late one night, I was sitting up on the roof of my house in a lawnchair watching the sky, when a big-assed truck rolled by spraying some shit everywhere, and I then remembered that we had gotten a notice earlier in the week to “stay indoors on this particular night between the hours of X and X because of spraying for West Nile Infected Mosquito”…but I forgot about it.

BLOOOPS!!!!

There’s was a hellava awesome halo in the sky that night prior to the trucks arriving. I was thinking about the Annunaki that night. Weird.

^pendulum – slam^

So this kid has got this fiberglass in his hands, arms, ears, eyes, nose, lungs, mouth, throat, etc…and his body is trying to deal with this shit the best that it can. The itching on his hands is so fucking bad sometimes, that he resorts to endlessly rubbing his hands on his rough-assed bedspread until his hands are bloody. I mean, this is a stupid kid.

Kids dig in their butts and noses (hopefully not in that order) and chase/handle frogs, and wade through nasty assed creeks and ponds collecting tadpoles and cattails, and throw dried cow-patties at other kids, and other nasty shit. Get that fucking kid in the bathtub and clean his ass up, get him in some freshly washed clothes, give him some antibiotics, and get his sick ass into a nice clean bed with nice clean Charlie Brown imprinted bedsheets…STAT!!!

I mean, I feel sorry for that kid who had to endure all that shit with his hands, but not really, because that kid was and is me.

Just don’t want anyone else to suffer through that or similar if they don’t have to.

Is that such a bad thing?

I’m with you…TERRIBLE idea. Let’s think of something else.

^Hot Chip Ready For The Floor (Soulwax Remix)^


The body can and does get clever and creative. I’m sure of it. I guess the question is…what do we do at that point? I dunno either. Let’s hope we get it right.

^Deadmau5 – My Pet Coelacanth (1080p) || HD^

Maybe there is some connection there, with respect to how Asbestos handles heat/electrical charges, how fiberglass handles heat/electrical charges, and the static and dynamic ways that we tend to look at electricity. Prolly gonna be a lot of dirt and other filthy crap on that cheap-flimsy-assed air-filter when we go to change it.

I wonder if that is any kind of indicator as to how we look at some point and points within these domiciles in which we occupy from time to time?

/me shrugs
^Renegade Soundwave – Thunder^


I gots no answers.
I gots no avenues to answers.

“Yes, but…what if we could?”

Dr. Conrad Zimsky/Stanley Tucci
Movie = The Core

^Yello – Pocket Universe – More^

X: You sure about any of that?
Cade: I’m sure I wrote it. Kinda on the fence as to origins as of late.
Z: Why is that?
Cade: Kinda wallering through “The Sea and Seas of Influence and Inspiration” at the moment-ish time.
A: Shouldn’t that have been “The Sea and Seas of Influence of Inspiration”
Cade: Prolly.
0: Why isn’t it?
Cade: I dunno. Just don’t see us as static and unchanging people outside of certain frames of reference.
T: Meaning?
Cade: Yeah…something like that. I can hate the living SHIT out of someone inside, but treat them like any other person when and if dealing with them.
X: How is that possible?
Cade: I dunno. I think that its something that we all do.
0: Any blame there? Any labels applicable in that situation?
Cade: I guess. But that’s kinda “the fluidity of chance and fate” as far as I can tell.
X: Why?
Cade: I don’t live in a vacuum. Inside? Yes…very much so. But that’s the entire concept of “The House of Horrors” and “The Toolbox.” Encounter a puzzling situation, take as much and as many of that encounter as I can into “The House of Horrors”…and hone that experience into something useful for future use.
Z: Isn’t that kinda…Self-Deprecating or Self-Deluding, or some other “Self-Type-Something?”
Cade: I dunno. What isn’t there with respect to “the self” if I’m not involved? Even if it’s “a chance encounter” …”there’s a chance” that I might need that experience and it’s teachings sometime in the future yeah?
A: When and if properly applied….yes.
Cade: I guess that’s the rub eh? “Proper Application” is perspective.
X: Could you hit yourself between the eyes with a hammer?
Cade: From a mechanics/mechanical standpoint…sure…why not?
0: I can think of some reasons.
T: I could think of some reasons to…but I’m not gonna.
Cade: lolz…Yeah…something like that.
Z: So why do you think such a proposal would be “something worthy of pondering?”
Cade: I dunno. Ever seen a picture of someone stabbed 50+ times with a meat fork? Or a picture of a dead woman kneeling on the floor with a coathanger still extended from her vagina?
X: Maybe.
Cade: I don’t always think of “negative things.” I think of many things that I try and coalesce into something good, when and if that opportunity arises.
Z: What about a situation where “something bad” is in order.
Cade: In order? Or on order?
Z: Don’t get smart with me, we are trying to be serious here.
Cade: Touche.
A: Now what?
X: I think there are those that aren’t going to understand your “Touche” there.
Cade: Since when does “a serious situation” need to result in bloodshed of some sort, in order to somehow solidify the seriousness of the situation?
X: It doesn’t.
0: Not always.
T: But sometimes.
Cade: Yeah…but this confounding concept of pursuing peace baffles the living SHIT out of me.
X: Seek peace, but prepare for war?
Cade: What in the FUCK does peace have to do with war or vice verse?
Z: …
X: …
0: …
T: …
A: …
B: May I inteject here real quick, and suggest that you are suggesting that “being peaceful yourself, will somehow nullify peace and or war as they relate to each other on the global stage and stages?”
Cade: No. I’m suggesting that what we do, is what we do.
X: What about everyone else.
Cade: I’m not everyone else, neither are they me. I am I, and we are we. Those concepts sometimes are relevant, and sometimes not.
Z: You were gonna bring up a certain “cashier at a certain McDonald’s restaurant” encounter that you had several years ago, and the conversation that followed that encounter, that you had with your now Ex-Wife.
Cade: I can’t live anyone else’s life for them. I can only express my desire to neither harm, nor harm.
T: What in the hell does that mean. I think you baffled even me with that one.
Cade: Expect nothing, give everything. I ain’t gonna get specific there. Too fucking preachy sounding.
Z: Welp, I think you about covered it.
X: Yeah, no need to get specific with respect to everything.
Cade: I gots no answers. Not trying to be dodgy or cagey, but yeah…trying to be exactly that/those.
A: Let’s assume that the “impossible is possible”…what would you say to that?
Cade: Sounds entirely possible.
X: And by that you mean…impossibility is possible.
Cade: Yep…happens all the time.
0: Is that even…probable?
Cade: I dunno. Is it possible that “space worms” have invaded my brain.
X: Not much to invade there…so…yeah…prolly not possible.
Cade: lolz…Fair enough. Or touche…or something. lolz…I dunno. I’ve seen some possibilities that I would have never considered, nor even considered contemplating, let alone contemplating these contemplations “out in the open” considering my past.
Z: And why is that?
0: Yeah, why IS that…and what IS your past?
Cade: Welp…that’s difficult to explain here. But scrolling through my reposts over at “my blog?” Yeah…I’ve been just a tad…chatty.
X: You have over 8,000 posts over at that one forum, and you don’t consider that…chatty?!?!?!?
Cade: Well…yeah…that’s pretty chatty. But that forum’s postings are more of an action/reaction type situation, where I occasionally posted “clever quips to be cleaved”…and sometimes but rarely posted “walls of text.”
Z: You got one of your best compliments ever over there didn’t you?
Cade: Yep.
T: And what was that exactly.
Cade: Someone once responded to something that I had written, with…”If you aren’t writing for a living, you are doing the world a disservice.”
X: Stung…didn’t it.
Cade: Yep.
0: Still does?
Cade: Yep.
0: Any idea who said that to you, and any idea if they were trolling you?
Cade: No idea. Be I recall the thread being in some “serious territory” of some kind. So, I assumed that it was serious, but tempered that with “possibility of troll.”
A: Why would someone “troll you” in a serious conversation?
Cade: Newton’s 3rd. That’s the whole concept of trolling with respect to The Internet. A place to say whatever in the fuck that you want, however in the fuck you wanna say it, whyever in the fuck you want to say it…consequences be damned.
Z: Doesn’t sound…healthy.
0: Kinda like the length of this here exchange that we have going on currently.
T: Yeah…when Roob sees this?
X: Prolly gonna shit herself. (no offense meant/intended little lady)
Cade: I dunno…we do what we do I guess. If EVERYTHING on The Internet was a troll…no one would go there.
Z: Sounds…familiar.
Cade: Now why in the fuck would THAT be?
Z: You mean, why would that sound familiar?
Cade: Yeah. Why would that NOT sound familiar to someone who has heard everything from everyone from all times through all times?
X: That’s a long time.
Z: A very long time.
Cade: 😦 Thanks for dropping by.
Z: My pleasure.
Cade: Kudos. And thanks. Thanks for taking the time.

^crystal method I Know It’s You^

Have a great weekend!
❤

cYa | cFa

^MSTRKRFT – VUVUVU^


Thanks for the effort Roob.

A song 4 U

^Front 242 – Happiness (Dub Mix by Underworld)^


And one more for…erm…you know who.

^Wipeout – Cold Storage – Messij^

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Eating Time

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