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Showing posts with label Mental Closet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mental Closet. Show all posts
20100509
And No, It's Not Because I am...
Did you know that if you click this image, your monitor will melt into a blob worthy of stick-science?
20100502
League Darts Finals - Choke?
Nah, I didn't choke.
I came in a little over confident, I think. I found myself down 0-4 right from the beginning. Problem was that the last two matches I played against Joey during the regular season, I won 8-3 and 9-2. I really didn't expect him open up so strong.
Championship final score: 12-7 (best of 23 games)
I was able to get within 7-9 at one point, but he hammered down for the last three straight.
Each time I began a come back, Joey shut me down. It was sort of a case of student over taking the teacher in a way. I had taught him some theory on mental approach and some strategy tricks. Actually, he gave me props at the end for some of the things he'd learned.
I'm very proud of him and the way he played. It was also cool that his nine year old daughter was there as well as his older brother. Earlier in the day, the ADO Youth Shoot took place in which his daughter won her first two games in her first ever tournament. Good day for the family.
Eh, I have boxes full of trophies from past championships, so I'm ok with the way things turned out. I'd have rather have played him closer, but I have to give him credit for putting me away like he did.
Good job, Joey.
I came in a little over confident, I think. I found myself down 0-4 right from the beginning. Problem was that the last two matches I played against Joey during the regular season, I won 8-3 and 9-2. I really didn't expect him open up so strong.
Championship final score: 12-7 (best of 23 games)
I was able to get within 7-9 at one point, but he hammered down for the last three straight.
Each time I began a come back, Joey shut me down. It was sort of a case of student over taking the teacher in a way. I had taught him some theory on mental approach and some strategy tricks. Actually, he gave me props at the end for some of the things he'd learned.
I'm very proud of him and the way he played. It was also cool that his nine year old daughter was there as well as his older brother. Earlier in the day, the ADO Youth Shoot took place in which his daughter won her first two games in her first ever tournament. Good day for the family.
Eh, I have boxes full of trophies from past championships, so I'm ok with the way things turned out. I'd have rather have played him closer, but I have to give him credit for putting me away like he did.
Good job, Joey.
20100430
The Whirly Bird Whirls at Midnight
Grackle has been a busy dude, lately. Much of it unnecessary, but busy nonetheless. Included in the mayhem; a knass-tii viral attack on the office machinery during an obscene week of work obligations, dart league playoffs (and I am in the finals), the death of a friend's family member, a rather upset domestic room mate and I am sure there is more chit that escapes me during this all-nighter occupational effort.
Hopefully, by the end of this day, the corporate obligations will have subsided for a day or so and I can send up an account of a couple of truly odd encounters from this week.
I also had some plans for a photo essay featuring a Battle of the Slugs, but we are supposed to have the annual war rains and thunder storms. I suspect that should keep me indoors and away from yard work...just when I was beginning to enjoy it.
Back to the task at hand.
Hopefully, by the end of this day, the corporate obligations will have subsided for a day or so and I can send up an account of a couple of truly odd encounters from this week.
I also had some plans for a photo essay featuring a Battle of the Slugs, but we are supposed to have the annual war rains and thunder storms. I suspect that should keep me indoors and away from yard work...just when I was beginning to enjoy it.
Back to the task at hand.
20100429
The Pure and True American Descending
I read this over at Cmblake6's Weblog and it started an unsettling process of thought. He merely lays out a list of fact-based evidence and more or less leaves his readers with task of pulling it all together. Well, that it did for me and perhaps I am simply paranoid and devoid of a reasonable thought process on the matter, but once all the evidence is compiled, one does have to wonder. I imagine that I should post the linkage as he has, but once posted with such elegance, why play with redux? Go take a look for yourself and find your own conclusion.
Here is mine.
Maybe I'm a little behind the curve, but it just occurred to me that there could be a more sinister plot going down.
Ethnic Cleansing.
Or at minimum the transfer of majority to minority. Perhaps I am a simple dolt at times living in an online world of comic narrative and blog cartoonery, but it seems to me that if our government embraces the medical abortion of Americans, the abolition of war against our enemies, the financial destruction of our fiscally strong, and the legal importation and naturalization of foreign citizenry without proper due process, then doesn't it stand to reason that the pure and true American is the perceived enemy of our own state?
Is it even plausible to think that the current socialistic policy that is being legislated against us has an even more subversive plot? If this is the case, then millions of pure and true Americans (Democratic voters) are being duped into not only voting in the power of our demise, but they are the ones pushing for the legislation to empower our pure and true enemies without a clue of what is really happening.
If there is a transfer of majority, then in the not so distant future, can we expect a civil war between them and us, with them having the political power over the pure and true America? I expect that by then many of the Democratic voters will have witnessed the err of their ways and will join the fight. At least this is my hope, if and when our enemies seize power over us.
Keep in mind, before anyone accuses me of racism, that I am simply asking questions. I honestly believe that the pure and true American is one born of many races and nationalities. Sadly, many of those same Americans cannot grasp the real identity of who they are and what could or should be their true American potential.
It seems unfathomable that our conservative fears of socialism from a year and a half ago which were labeled as racist and fear monger, have not only come to pass, but are largely accepted and even embraced by those hoisting the accusation. I am speaking of the common American voting Democrat and not their elite who are leading them to slaughter.
Let's suppose for a moment that our international military prowess is diminished to a point of vulnerability and that our enemies hold as much, if not more, domestic political clout than we to the degree that our position in society becomes an inverse.
It almost seems reasonable to suggest that the rise in illegal immigration of foreign nationals combined with the increasing favor of the Muslim-Arab influence is a sinister movement to hand over the Land of the Free to the subversives.
I realize this notion of ethnic weakening is far fetched and reeks of paranoia-based conspiracy theory, but as the old saying goes, the frog is more tolerable of a gradual warming than it is of an instant boil. By ignoring the possibilities, we allow ourselves to simmer in our own descension - do we not? If this seems lunatic fringe, then snapshot Europe and the gradual degradation of it's nationalistic public majority within each state's individual border.
If our current direction continues, then at what point do we all come to realize that we are standing in a stew awaiting the consumption by our enemies?
And when we finally find that realization, what then, will be our recourse?
Here is mine.
Maybe I'm a little behind the curve, but it just occurred to me that there could be a more sinister plot going down.
Ethnic Cleansing.
Or at minimum the transfer of majority to minority. Perhaps I am a simple dolt at times living in an online world of comic narrative and blog cartoonery, but it seems to me that if our government embraces the medical abortion of Americans, the abolition of war against our enemies, the financial destruction of our fiscally strong, and the legal importation and naturalization of foreign citizenry without proper due process, then doesn't it stand to reason that the pure and true American is the perceived enemy of our own state?
Is it even plausible to think that the current socialistic policy that is being legislated against us has an even more subversive plot? If this is the case, then millions of pure and true Americans (Democratic voters) are being duped into not only voting in the power of our demise, but they are the ones pushing for the legislation to empower our pure and true enemies without a clue of what is really happening.
If there is a transfer of majority, then in the not so distant future, can we expect a civil war between them and us, with them having the political power over the pure and true America? I expect that by then many of the Democratic voters will have witnessed the err of their ways and will join the fight. At least this is my hope, if and when our enemies seize power over us.
Keep in mind, before anyone accuses me of racism, that I am simply asking questions. I honestly believe that the pure and true American is one born of many races and nationalities. Sadly, many of those same Americans cannot grasp the real identity of who they are and what could or should be their true American potential.
It seems unfathomable that our conservative fears of socialism from a year and a half ago which were labeled as racist and fear monger, have not only come to pass, but are largely accepted and even embraced by those hoisting the accusation. I am speaking of the common American voting Democrat and not their elite who are leading them to slaughter.
Let's suppose for a moment that our international military prowess is diminished to a point of vulnerability and that our enemies hold as much, if not more, domestic political clout than we to the degree that our position in society becomes an inverse.
It almost seems reasonable to suggest that the rise in illegal immigration of foreign nationals combined with the increasing favor of the Muslim-Arab influence is a sinister movement to hand over the Land of the Free to the subversives.
I realize this notion of ethnic weakening is far fetched and reeks of paranoia-based conspiracy theory, but as the old saying goes, the frog is more tolerable of a gradual warming than it is of an instant boil. By ignoring the possibilities, we allow ourselves to simmer in our own descension - do we not? If this seems lunatic fringe, then snapshot Europe and the gradual degradation of it's nationalistic public majority within each state's individual border.
If our current direction continues, then at what point do we all come to realize that we are standing in a stew awaiting the consumption by our enemies?
And when we finally find that realization, what then, will be our recourse?
20100426
The Story of US and Other History (Political) Lessons
I watched this on the History Channel last night. All I have to say is that I missed the first 120 seconds of the broadcast. Why?
Because the fraudulent idiot opened the show. I left the room for the toilet and spilled my dinner.
That is all.
No, it's not all. I was leaving this comment in Cmblake6's blog about Anderson Cooper Shitting Himself, when my story-telling became too long for a comment. I figured I better write here rather than hi-jack his entry.
"I remember back in 1980, my first semester in college, when my political science "professor", Dr. Katsikas (bitch, whore, slut), claimed that "Communism is the purist form of government." She went on to try and passionately prove it to us. At the end of the 100 minute lecture the mumbles amongst the student body as we were leaving were incredible - many claiming that they would be dropping the course immediately."
"Me? I went strait to take care of that very task. I saw two others in line from the same class. I don't know how many actually bugged out, because I never returned. However, as a fraternity prank several weeks later, we streaked the lobby and corridors outside her lecture room. Yes, we were streaking in 1980."
A couple semesters later, during the second semester political science course, the moron "professor" (can't remember his ponytail name, but I remember that he was from Massachusetts), opened the class by writing the Preamble to the US Constitution on the chalk boards. I watched him hammer it out, all of it.
When he finished, he circles two phrases; "...provide for the common defence," and "...promote the general welfare."
Then he said this, "Today, this is the main difference between Democrats and Republicans." Before he could draw another breath, my arm went skyward. He called on me.
"To me, provide and promote do not mean the same thing."
"What do you mean." he said looking ghost-like.
"To provide something, means it's all on you. To promote something, means to provide avenues for others to provide or to advertise."
The moments that followed were uncomfortable and quite tense. He eventually got back on track, but three weeks later, after the first exam, he stopped me outside the room as I was leaving and said, "I have never had three weeks of lesson plans destroyed like I had on the first day of class." I was fearful of my course grade at that very moment, but he continued, "I never looked at the phrasing quite like that, but you were right in what you said."
Do these people actually read the words or do they simply fit them to their ideology? (rhetorical)
I ended up with an A in the course. He and I had healthy debates for most of the semester. To his credit, he was a decent guy albeit his politics were all screwed up.
Our education system is so broken that I have serious doubts that it can ever be repaired. I am very concerned on this matter.
Kudos: Cmblake6
Because the fraudulent idiot opened the show. I left the room for the toilet and spilled my dinner.
That is all.
No, it's not all. I was leaving this comment in Cmblake6's blog about Anderson Cooper Shitting Himself, when my story-telling became too long for a comment. I figured I better write here rather than hi-jack his entry.
"I remember back in 1980, my first semester in college, when my political science "professor", Dr. Katsikas (bitch, whore, slut), claimed that "Communism is the purist form of government." She went on to try and passionately prove it to us. At the end of the 100 minute lecture the mumbles amongst the student body as we were leaving were incredible - many claiming that they would be dropping the course immediately."
"Me? I went strait to take care of that very task. I saw two others in line from the same class. I don't know how many actually bugged out, because I never returned. However, as a fraternity prank several weeks later, we streaked the lobby and corridors outside her lecture room. Yes, we were streaking in 1980."
A couple semesters later, during the second semester political science course, the moron "professor" (can't remember his ponytail name, but I remember that he was from Massachusetts), opened the class by writing the Preamble to the US Constitution on the chalk boards. I watched him hammer it out, all of it.
When he finished, he circles two phrases; "...provide for the common defence," and "...promote the general welfare."
Then he said this, "Today, this is the main difference between Democrats and Republicans." Before he could draw another breath, my arm went skyward. He called on me.
"To me, provide and promote do not mean the same thing."
"What do you mean." he said looking ghost-like.
"To provide something, means it's all on you. To promote something, means to provide avenues for others to provide or to advertise."
The moments that followed were uncomfortable and quite tense. He eventually got back on track, but three weeks later, after the first exam, he stopped me outside the room as I was leaving and said, "I have never had three weeks of lesson plans destroyed like I had on the first day of class." I was fearful of my course grade at that very moment, but he continued, "I never looked at the phrasing quite like that, but you were right in what you said."
Do these people actually read the words or do they simply fit them to their ideology? (rhetorical)
I ended up with an A in the course. He and I had healthy debates for most of the semester. To his credit, he was a decent guy albeit his politics were all screwed up.
Our education system is so broken that I have serious doubts that it can ever be repaired. I am very concerned on this matter.
Kudos: Cmblake6
20100425
Some Serious History About Texas with a Side Order of Texas A&M
Since LC Aggie Sith seems like a friendly sort, I'll only do this once (unless it happens to be Thanksgiving, then I might do it again provided that the annual football contest happens the way it is suppose to happen).
Texas A&M is a fine university and I've always had a deep respect for its academics in engineering, architecture, military studies, agriculture and science among other areas of study like animal husbandry. In Texas, the Aggie is the brunt of all insulting jokes (we use them in lieu of the Polish people), well, until the last general election. Now, we have a more adequate target.
A&M has a conservative value (virtue?) that permeates the campus and the general mindset of the student body that is rare on college campuses around the country.
This photo was taken on the campus of Texas A&M. It depicts one of the strengths of the agriculture academic programs - feeding barnyard animals gin from a styrofoam cup. I also like that they keep the leftist jackasses behind bars where they belong. The only issue I have is that the sign says, "Beware of dog." This is partially why many jokes are directed toward the university's graduates and student body.
For me though, being in the engineering biz for a substantial portion of my existence, I have worked with hundreds of Aggies and consider them all to be above the grade intellect wise. In fact, the most accurate joke told on them is this:
Q: What do you call an Aggie four years after graduation?
A: Boss.
It's true in many cases.
Many people label the Aggies as a sort of a cult in that the bond held between it's graduates probably exceeds, in camaraderie, that of any other university. I have always been amazed at how close the Aggies seem to be after graduation.
Further illustration of the conservative attributes of Texas A&M is this proposal, which took place on campus beneath the much revered Century Tree. I don't know if she accepted the proposal, but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be capable of not doing so considering her hands are stuck to her face in awe in spite of his affiliation to The Corp.
Tradition is held in high regard at Texas A&M and for that, I will always have a healthy respect for the university.
Some of the other things I know about A&M:
- They have a dog grave yard at the football field score board.
- They name all they're dogs (collies) Reveille.
- Reveille is a five star general and highest ranking officer in the Aggie Corp of Cadets.
- If Reveille barks while her attendant is in class, that class is dismissed for the day.
- The don't have cheerleaders or song girls, they have yell leaders...and they are all male.
- Each class of undergraduates has they're own hand sign and yelp.
- After football touchdowns, everybody kisses each other...on the lips.
- The student body stands up through out the entire game.
- They are very, very loud.
- They hate Texas Tech, Baylor (1926) and most of the time Texas.
- They have a most incredible yell practice prior to the A&M vs. Texas game. Did I mention that they are very, very loud?
- They say "gig'em" a lot for no apparent reason.
Ok, one side note here...on occasion, the corp boys (or corpse boys as the pinhead in office might say), have a tendency to do some rather idiotic things. Reference the sword threat versus SMU and the 1926 debacle, which caused the feud between A&M and Baylor (that event was messy at best and caused a 30 year hiatus in football contests between the two schools).
And I always knew Nebraska fans were less than bright, but you have to know that when you do a road trip to A&M, you MUST mind your manners...and for the love of Reveille stay off the football field.
LC Aggie Sith reminded me of the LSU dust up, but I couldn't find a timely photo.
Move along, move along..
Welcome to The Republic of Texas
April 21 was the anniversary of the Battle of San Jacinto, which was fought in 1836 following the signing of the Texas Declaration of Independence, which was deemed official on March 2nd of the same year. Not coincidentally, April 21st was the day that Texas won its independence from Mexico. For some nine years, Texas was a sovereign republic, which is a claim that cannot be made by any other state in the union.
I have several lines of ancestry (including the line with the surname by which I am known) that date back to times prior to the events leading to independence. Some of my ancestors undoubtedly fought in those battles, which are now considered by many to be some of the more interesting battles fought in American history.
The Battle of The Alamo:
On March 6th, 1936, several thousand Mexicans showed up in San Antonio for fiesta and siesta in anticipation of a war rout. It didn't quite go as they had planned, because 140 (estimated) Texans and Tejanos (Hispanic Texans) had other ideas and were able to fight for two weeks. This was important because it gave Sam Houston time to retreat to the east and gather his troops in what was known as the Runaway Scrape.
Alamo casualties:
Texans and Tejanos - 140 (estimated)
Mexicans - 600 (estimated)
History is unclear on the actual numbers, because while all Alamo Texas fighters were killed (allegedly some family members were spared), the lingering wounded Mexicans died in the following days and weeks due to lack of medical personnel.
Link: The Alamo (very well done website)
The Battle at San Jacinto:
It took 18 minutes for Sam Houston and his 850 fighters to defeat the post Alamo remnants (estimated to be about 1500) of the Mexican Army. Apparently Santa Anna's troops were full of fiesta tequila and siesta headache on the day of April 21, 1936. Sam Houston being worthy of legend status around these parts, decided to use this lack of respect as an opportunity for a do or die attack. A wounded Santa Anna was later captured while hiding in the thick woods wearing a private's uniform, which was somewhat significant considering he was a proud and pompous dickhead.
San Jacinto casualties:
Texans - 9 killed, 30 wounded.
Mexicans - 650 killed, 200 wounded, the rest captured.
Side note: The Texans held two main battle cries; "Remember the Alamo" and "Remember Goliad." The Goliad Massacre occurred on or about a March 27, 1836 skirmish between 60 Texans and 350 Mexicans. The Mexicans won the skirmish and subsequently took the remaining Texans prisoner. Santa Anna (dickhead) ordered all prisoners to be executed.
The Yellow Rose of Texas:
The brilliance of Sam Houston offers one side note of genius on the eve prior to the battle. One of the legends claims that Houston sent an attractive mulatto slave, Emily Morgan (or Emily West as the legend is unclear), into the camp of El Presidente Santa Anna to distract him from the war plans. Santa Anna was well known to have surrounded himself with attractive ladies.
Link: Timeline of the Texas-Mexican War
Being a natural born Texan, I find this stuff fascinating. The rich Texas history has many legends of heraldry including some excellent stories of the famed Texas Rangers - them are some bad-ass dudes make no mistake. I've known one or two of the modern day version and I can tell you this - you really do not want to be on the wrong end of their ire. History shows that they don't always play by the rules. No doubt this is a topic for future posts.
I'll most likely sprinkle more of my favorite historical notes in this blog as time passes. For now, though, there are chores to be completed or the domesticated room mate will introduce me to her specific brand if ire.
Cheers and be safe.
Texas A&M is a fine university and I've always had a deep respect for its academics in engineering, architecture, military studies, agriculture and science among other areas of study like animal husbandry. In Texas, the Aggie is the brunt of all insulting jokes (we use them in lieu of the Polish people), well, until the last general election. Now, we have a more adequate target.
A&M has a conservative value (virtue?) that permeates the campus and the general mindset of the student body that is rare on college campuses around the country.
This photo was taken on the campus of Texas A&M. It depicts one of the strengths of the agriculture academic programs - feeding barnyard animals gin from a styrofoam cup. I also like that they keep the leftist jackasses behind bars where they belong. The only issue I have is that the sign says, "Beware of dog." This is partially why many jokes are directed toward the university's graduates and student body.
For me though, being in the engineering biz for a substantial portion of my existence, I have worked with hundreds of Aggies and consider them all to be above the grade intellect wise. In fact, the most accurate joke told on them is this:
Q: What do you call an Aggie four years after graduation?
A: Boss.
It's true in many cases.
Many people label the Aggies as a sort of a cult in that the bond held between it's graduates probably exceeds, in camaraderie, that of any other university. I have always been amazed at how close the Aggies seem to be after graduation.
Further illustration of the conservative attributes of Texas A&M is this proposal, which took place on campus beneath the much revered Century Tree. I don't know if she accepted the proposal, but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be capable of not doing so considering her hands are stuck to her face in awe in spite of his affiliation to The Corp.
Tradition is held in high regard at Texas A&M and for that, I will always have a healthy respect for the university.
Some of the other things I know about A&M:
- They have a dog grave yard at the football field score board.
- They name all they're dogs (collies) Reveille.
- Reveille is a five star general and highest ranking officer in the Aggie Corp of Cadets.
- If Reveille barks while her attendant is in class, that class is dismissed for the day.
- The don't have cheerleaders or song girls, they have yell leaders...and they are all male.
- Each class of undergraduates has they're own hand sign and yelp.
- After football touchdowns, everybody kisses each other...on the lips.
- The student body stands up through out the entire game.
- They are very, very loud.
- They hate Texas Tech, Baylor (1926) and most of the time Texas.
- They have a most incredible yell practice prior to the A&M vs. Texas game. Did I mention that they are very, very loud?
- They say "gig'em" a lot for no apparent reason.
Ok, one side note here...on occasion, the corp boys (or corpse boys as the pinhead in office might say), have a tendency to do some rather idiotic things. Reference the sword threat versus SMU and the 1926 debacle, which caused the feud between A&M and Baylor (that event was messy at best and caused a 30 year hiatus in football contests between the two schools).
And I always knew Nebraska fans were less than bright, but you have to know that when you do a road trip to A&M, you MUST mind your manners...and for the love of Reveille stay off the football field.
LC Aggie Sith reminded me of the LSU dust up, but I couldn't find a timely photo.
Move along, move along..
Welcome to The Republic of Texas
April 21 was the anniversary of the Battle of San Jacinto, which was fought in 1836 following the signing of the Texas Declaration of Independence, which was deemed official on March 2nd of the same year. Not coincidentally, April 21st was the day that Texas won its independence from Mexico. For some nine years, Texas was a sovereign republic, which is a claim that cannot be made by any other state in the union.
I have several lines of ancestry (including the line with the surname by which I am known) that date back to times prior to the events leading to independence. Some of my ancestors undoubtedly fought in those battles, which are now considered by many to be some of the more interesting battles fought in American history.
The Battle of The Alamo:
On March 6th, 1936, several thousand Mexicans showed up in San Antonio for fiesta and siesta in anticipation of a war rout. It didn't quite go as they had planned, because 140 (estimated) Texans and Tejanos (Hispanic Texans) had other ideas and were able to fight for two weeks. This was important because it gave Sam Houston time to retreat to the east and gather his troops in what was known as the Runaway Scrape.
Alamo casualties:
Texans and Tejanos - 140 (estimated)
Mexicans - 600 (estimated)
History is unclear on the actual numbers, because while all Alamo Texas fighters were killed (allegedly some family members were spared), the lingering wounded Mexicans died in the following days and weeks due to lack of medical personnel.
Link: The Alamo (very well done website)
The Battle at San Jacinto:
It took 18 minutes for Sam Houston and his 850 fighters to defeat the post Alamo remnants (estimated to be about 1500) of the Mexican Army. Apparently Santa Anna's troops were full of fiesta tequila and siesta headache on the day of April 21, 1936. Sam Houston being worthy of legend status around these parts, decided to use this lack of respect as an opportunity for a do or die attack. A wounded Santa Anna was later captured while hiding in the thick woods wearing a private's uniform, which was somewhat significant considering he was a proud and pompous dickhead.
San Jacinto casualties:
Texans - 9 killed, 30 wounded.
Mexicans - 650 killed, 200 wounded, the rest captured.
Side note: The Texans held two main battle cries; "Remember the Alamo" and "Remember Goliad." The Goliad Massacre occurred on or about a March 27, 1836 skirmish between 60 Texans and 350 Mexicans. The Mexicans won the skirmish and subsequently took the remaining Texans prisoner. Santa Anna (dickhead) ordered all prisoners to be executed.
The Yellow Rose of Texas:
The brilliance of Sam Houston offers one side note of genius on the eve prior to the battle. One of the legends claims that Houston sent an attractive mulatto slave, Emily Morgan (or Emily West as the legend is unclear), into the camp of El Presidente Santa Anna to distract him from the war plans. Santa Anna was well known to have surrounded himself with attractive ladies.
Link: Timeline of the Texas-Mexican War
Being a natural born Texan, I find this stuff fascinating. The rich Texas history has many legends of heraldry including some excellent stories of the famed Texas Rangers - them are some bad-ass dudes make no mistake. I've known one or two of the modern day version and I can tell you this - you really do not want to be on the wrong end of their ire. History shows that they don't always play by the rules. No doubt this is a topic for future posts.
I'll most likely sprinkle more of my favorite historical notes in this blog as time passes. For now, though, there are chores to be completed or the domesticated room mate will introduce me to her specific brand if ire.
Cheers and be safe.
20100417
Beyond the Age of Innocence
I wrote this on September 28, 2003. I decided to post this now because of a commentary discussion on innocence over at McGoo's place.
Our planet is defiled. I'm not talking about the evils of Chloro-fluoro carbon kidnapping oxygen atoms from its two siblings from within random sunbathing ozone families. Nor is this about the broadcasting of Polychlorinated Biphenyl heavy metal to the fishes, the paving of public pathways with cigarette butts nor the negligent infestation of politicians into our society. No, this is about me polluting the environment with me.
The polarization of our public, the greed of any of the dozens of warmongering administrations around the world manufacturing war on the planet, the individual wars perpetrated by any of the selected criminals against society and the intolerance of one against another for simple reasons of idealism, has cause me to disengaged. I don't really remember becoming disconnected. It just sort of happened. I don't know exactly how it happened, but it did. Furthermore, I don't know how to fix myself. I know too much to merely be plugged back into the socket of freedom and the pursuit of happiness. Life should be simpler.
I remember as a kid, the innocence of playing in dirt and being punished when I collected it on my shoes and brought it into the house. Even the stowing of bugs in mason jars, cruel as it may be, knowing that the insects will be dead in a few hours (regardless of the holes punched in the lid and of being fed the universal insect food of lettuce), had some measure of innocence. It's what boys do. That sort of thing is beautiful compared to the soil samples collected in adulthood.
In my adult collection jars are samples of fear, disgust, apathy, guilt, apprehension, procrastination, mistrust and confusion. There are more jars filled with the vile substances of adulthood. I can't simply stow them away like unpopular art held in the back rooms of the Smithsonian's version of Area 51. It doesn't exist.
There are other jars, too. Some jars are delicately filled with the loves of living, the desires of ambition, the charities of compassion and so on. I only wish that I hadn't stored them in adult proof containers, which are very difficult to open once sealed away.
Is it really possible to know too much?
Whomever said to "make love, not war" could not have known anything about real love. Rather, the ideal of love. The true fascination of simply stating the words, "I love you," is hollow, I believe. In some respects making love and making war are synonymous. Both are equal in their pain. Maybe, its the love in war that causes the pain and love is the true culprit. The love of money, policy, ideals, religion, etc. are the root causes and the love of the victims of war, the pain.
Is it the cold steel wedges of dissension that is propagated by our governments, which cause the great divisions within our societies? Are ideals of environmentalism, abortion, religion worth all the needless bickering? Is the want of having something as perfect as that which the neighbor next door possesses, worth all the lying, cheating, stealing and subsequent killing? Must we always have an opponent to show ourselves better than the next guy? Surely, we are not so competitive that we choose opponents for the sheer benefit of advancing our own acceptance. Surely not.
Why did I have to pay such close attention to the sinister evils of existence? I watched them like the train wrecks that they are and learned to place the spoiled leftovers in neat little unbreakable packages with neat little indelible labels and stacked them in neat little incarcerated rows somewhere in my minds own Area 51. I only wish that I had cataloged the jars with some version of the Dewey Decimal System before I began stacking them. The only jars I wish to open are the unlabeled ones. The ones stored during my years of innocence, before I knew that properly adhered labels of categorical recall had importance.
Wouldn't it be easy to go to the closet named Age of Innocence, select the "Muddy Feet" jar, open it, then track the contents all over the house with the only consequences being the responsibility of having to clean it up and then being sent to your room.
Yes, it would be, except that I can't seem to find that jar and that I know too much. I know too much and lack the restraint to keep it to myself. The government should have some agency like the EPA to come clean up after me. Now that I think of it, they do have such an agency. They call it the Department of Corrections (or rather, the Department of Collections). Hopefully, the DOC doesn't have a neat little unbreakable jar, which is neatly and indelibly labeled "Grackle," ready to be filled with my spoiled leftovers ready to be neatly incarcerated in some Area 51 closet named Age of Adult Awareness.
Maybe the best I can hope for is that my jar has enough holes punched in its lid and that I have plenty of lettuce to eat.
"One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person." - William Feather (1908-1976)
Our planet is defiled. I'm not talking about the evils of Chloro-fluoro carbon kidnapping oxygen atoms from its two siblings from within random sunbathing ozone families. Nor is this about the broadcasting of Polychlorinated Biphenyl heavy metal to the fishes, the paving of public pathways with cigarette butts nor the negligent infestation of politicians into our society. No, this is about me polluting the environment with me.
The polarization of our public, the greed of any of the dozens of warmongering administrations around the world manufacturing war on the planet, the individual wars perpetrated by any of the selected criminals against society and the intolerance of one against another for simple reasons of idealism, has cause me to disengaged. I don't really remember becoming disconnected. It just sort of happened. I don't know exactly how it happened, but it did. Furthermore, I don't know how to fix myself. I know too much to merely be plugged back into the socket of freedom and the pursuit of happiness. Life should be simpler.
I remember as a kid, the innocence of playing in dirt and being punished when I collected it on my shoes and brought it into the house. Even the stowing of bugs in mason jars, cruel as it may be, knowing that the insects will be dead in a few hours (regardless of the holes punched in the lid and of being fed the universal insect food of lettuce), had some measure of innocence. It's what boys do. That sort of thing is beautiful compared to the soil samples collected in adulthood.
In my adult collection jars are samples of fear, disgust, apathy, guilt, apprehension, procrastination, mistrust and confusion. There are more jars filled with the vile substances of adulthood. I can't simply stow them away like unpopular art held in the back rooms of the Smithsonian's version of Area 51. It doesn't exist.
There are other jars, too. Some jars are delicately filled with the loves of living, the desires of ambition, the charities of compassion and so on. I only wish that I hadn't stored them in adult proof containers, which are very difficult to open once sealed away.
Is it really possible to know too much?
Whomever said to "make love, not war" could not have known anything about real love. Rather, the ideal of love. The true fascination of simply stating the words, "I love you," is hollow, I believe. In some respects making love and making war are synonymous. Both are equal in their pain. Maybe, its the love in war that causes the pain and love is the true culprit. The love of money, policy, ideals, religion, etc. are the root causes and the love of the victims of war, the pain.
Is it the cold steel wedges of dissension that is propagated by our governments, which cause the great divisions within our societies? Are ideals of environmentalism, abortion, religion worth all the needless bickering? Is the want of having something as perfect as that which the neighbor next door possesses, worth all the lying, cheating, stealing and subsequent killing? Must we always have an opponent to show ourselves better than the next guy? Surely, we are not so competitive that we choose opponents for the sheer benefit of advancing our own acceptance. Surely not.
Why did I have to pay such close attention to the sinister evils of existence? I watched them like the train wrecks that they are and learned to place the spoiled leftovers in neat little unbreakable packages with neat little indelible labels and stacked them in neat little incarcerated rows somewhere in my minds own Area 51. I only wish that I had cataloged the jars with some version of the Dewey Decimal System before I began stacking them. The only jars I wish to open are the unlabeled ones. The ones stored during my years of innocence, before I knew that properly adhered labels of categorical recall had importance.
Wouldn't it be easy to go to the closet named Age of Innocence, select the "Muddy Feet" jar, open it, then track the contents all over the house with the only consequences being the responsibility of having to clean it up and then being sent to your room.
Yes, it would be, except that I can't seem to find that jar and that I know too much. I know too much and lack the restraint to keep it to myself. The government should have some agency like the EPA to come clean up after me. Now that I think of it, they do have such an agency. They call it the Department of Corrections (or rather, the Department of Collections). Hopefully, the DOC doesn't have a neat little unbreakable jar, which is neatly and indelibly labeled "Grackle," ready to be filled with my spoiled leftovers ready to be neatly incarcerated in some Area 51 closet named Age of Adult Awareness.
Maybe the best I can hope for is that my jar has enough holes punched in its lid and that I have plenty of lettuce to eat.
"One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person." - William Feather (1908-1976)
20100416
Blog Faced and Freakonnoitering
Upon my cursory survey of the first two weeks of this blog blight display, I find that I do like where this is going. I added a banner up top, which will undoubtedly change over the weekend, because while I think I like it, I am not totally on board with the overall appearance. Eh...
Edit: Updated the head banner. I like this one much better.
More pole girls? Perhaps I need more of those, although I must say that I much prefer girls with guns over girls with poles...unless of course...
...and this is important, you suffer from binocular vision impairment due to a broken steropsis module like the entire Flat Earth Society. George over at Forgotten Futures goes into great detail regarding an array of philosophical scientific periphery less the necessary three dimensional forms like the one above. In fact, I lifted the flat Earth theory like the one below from George.
The Aurora Borealis is one of those sweet treats that this natural world gives us. I'm sure the Flat Earthers have this phenomenon eloquently explained. Now, if we can only jump start the solar magnetic conveyor so that we can receive some flare-like outflow to make more of these:
If the conveyor remains in repose, then perhaps during the 2010 Summer Solstice, I'll have to again resort to my Solar Wind Storm Dance.
Edit: Updated the head banner. I like this one much better.
More pole girls? Perhaps I need more of those, although I must say that I much prefer girls with guns over girls with poles...unless of course...
...and this is important, you suffer from binocular vision impairment due to a broken steropsis module like the entire Flat Earth Society. George over at Forgotten Futures goes into great detail regarding an array of philosophical scientific periphery less the necessary three dimensional forms like the one above. In fact, I lifted the flat Earth theory like the one below from George.
The Aurora Borealis is one of those sweet treats that this natural world gives us. I'm sure the Flat Earthers have this phenomenon eloquently explained. Now, if we can only jump start the solar magnetic conveyor so that we can receive some flare-like outflow to make more of these:
If the conveyor remains in repose, then perhaps during the 2010 Summer Solstice, I'll have to again resort to my Solar Wind Storm Dance.
20100407
USAF X-1 Mustang and Vapor Challenger
For me, this is the chit!
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USAF X-1 Mustang
Built by the US Air Force with tax payer monies. I suppose they are used them for marketing and recruiting. I'm ok with this tax expenditure. Some might object, but at least with this waste of money, I can actually see where the cash went...besides, it's almost cooler than bullets (and I don't mean Bullitt).
This is a single-seater design withe seat centered in the cockpit. It has a nifty Air Force grade retractable steering wheel, digital displays all around. There are really too many over the top gadgets to mention in the short amount of time I have at the moment.
See the video.
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USAF Vapor Challenger
I love Mustangs, but this is pretty fuggin cool too.
This one features some stealth and 360 degree video monitoring. Note the custom stealthy carbon fiber body enhancements.
See the video.
There is more at Car Body Design and Ride Lust.
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USAF X-1 Mustang
Built by the US Air Force with tax payer monies. I suppose they are used them for marketing and recruiting. I'm ok with this tax expenditure. Some might object, but at least with this waste of money, I can actually see where the cash went...besides, it's almost cooler than bullets (and I don't mean Bullitt).
This is a single-seater design withe seat centered in the cockpit. It has a nifty Air Force grade retractable steering wheel, digital displays all around. There are really too many over the top gadgets to mention in the short amount of time I have at the moment.
See the video.
.
USAF Vapor Challenger
I love Mustangs, but this is pretty fuggin cool too.
This one features some stealth and 360 degree video monitoring. Note the custom stealthy carbon fiber body enhancements.
See the video.
There is more at Car Body Design and Ride Lust.
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