Wow! My first cousin once removed, Jennifer H, was on Onion Sportsdome tonight sporting a field hockey uniform (#2). How cool is that?
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Wet Noses Leave Marks On Glass
No matter how smart we are, our brains can't stop bullets, but we can outsmart them.
Don't you love watching baby animals before they learn how to fend for themselves?
I love watching a global ecosystem that doesn't know how to fend for itself.
Such innocence in its ignorance!
Don't you love watching baby animals before they learn how to fend for themselves?
I love watching a global ecosystem that doesn't know how to fend for itself.
Such innocence in its ignorance!
Nuthatches and Trillii
New spider webs in the woods. Insects in the air.
What are we to do with states of energy we don't know how to control?
We. You. Me. Us. Whomever we may be.
Nothing these two hands are going to do besides walk around and describe what the indescribable is not.
Suet. Sunflower. Millet. Insects.
Moving old birdfeeder shepherd's hook to prevent squirrel from leaping onto platform full of fresh seed.
A cagey character. Dodgy. Dodging. Feeding off of available material.
Can't remember if I'm describing the squirrel or me.
The kousa dogwoods don't care.
Give the squirrel credit for persistence.
The birds have no patience.
Feed a squirrel, feed a hawk.
Feed the imagination.
The big picture is chance enough - poker is for humans.
Never give away what you know if you can put a price on someone else's head.
The titmouse knows food, not facts or truth.
Do you soar with turkey buzzards or flying squirrels?
Play the cards you're dealt - the other table's occupied.
Clear tents in woods fog up, don't they?
Do butterflies play or play around?
What is the nongender form of leadership by our species?
Should I stop misleading us by using words?
Plant seeds now - reap harvests later.
One second to observe the transformation - is that sufficient to know what just happened?
Can you create this life from scratch?
What are we to do with states of energy we don't know how to control?
We. You. Me. Us. Whomever we may be.
Nothing these two hands are going to do besides walk around and describe what the indescribable is not.
Suet. Sunflower. Millet. Insects.
Moving old birdfeeder shepherd's hook to prevent squirrel from leaping onto platform full of fresh seed.
A cagey character. Dodgy. Dodging. Feeding off of available material.
Can't remember if I'm describing the squirrel or me.
The kousa dogwoods don't care.
Give the squirrel credit for persistence.
The birds have no patience.
Feed a squirrel, feed a hawk.
Feed the imagination.
The big picture is chance enough - poker is for humans.
Never give away what you know if you can put a price on someone else's head.
The titmouse knows food, not facts or truth.
Do you soar with turkey buzzards or flying squirrels?
Play the cards you're dealt - the other table's occupied.
Clear tents in woods fog up, don't they?
Do butterflies play or play around?
What is the nongender form of leadership by our species?
Should I stop misleading us by using words?
Plant seeds now - reap harvests later.
One second to observe the transformation - is that sufficient to know what just happened?
Can you create this life from scratch?
Reworking Self-Hypnosis
Hello there. I'm Altus Wintrix, former owner of a large number of rental homes on your home planet. You probably never heard of me but I'm sure you or someone you know has rented one of my houses on Earth.
I looked at my empire, hearing people refer to me, even though they don't know and never knew me, as a slumlord because of the condition of homes I owned in a few rundown neighbourhoods. They never praised me for the houses I rented to them in ritzy neighbourhoods, mainly, too, because they didn't know who I am.
After looking at my empire, I decided I no longer cared to rent houses on Earth because I had a bigger dream.
I wanted the first rental home on another solar body.
That's why I'm standing here before you, showing you this beautiful three-bedroom rental on the Moon.
It cost me the entire sale of my empire on Earth but it's worth being the first, isn't it?
For fifty million U.S. dollars a year, you can have exclusive rental rights to the first and currently one-and-only moon unit.
Richard Branson offered to buy this from me but I refused, instead offering him exclusive transportation rights to deliver renters to this home and ones to follow as I get more contracts signed.
My team of computer programmers and robotic experts are remotely managing the water extraction mining operation and hydroponic farm that feeds the rental home so don't worry about bringing your own food and water.
Of course, at this time pets are not allowed, unless you're willing to raise and live with animals that you will have to eat.
The same goes for you and your family.
After all, we believe in recycling everything.
Welcome to your future. I'm just your humble servant here to help you make it happen.
I looked at my empire, hearing people refer to me, even though they don't know and never knew me, as a slumlord because of the condition of homes I owned in a few rundown neighbourhoods. They never praised me for the houses I rented to them in ritzy neighbourhoods, mainly, too, because they didn't know who I am.
After looking at my empire, I decided I no longer cared to rent houses on Earth because I had a bigger dream.
I wanted the first rental home on another solar body.
That's why I'm standing here before you, showing you this beautiful three-bedroom rental on the Moon.
It cost me the entire sale of my empire on Earth but it's worth being the first, isn't it?
For fifty million U.S. dollars a year, you can have exclusive rental rights to the first and currently one-and-only moon unit.
Richard Branson offered to buy this from me but I refused, instead offering him exclusive transportation rights to deliver renters to this home and ones to follow as I get more contracts signed.
My team of computer programmers and robotic experts are remotely managing the water extraction mining operation and hydroponic farm that feeds the rental home so don't worry about bringing your own food and water.
Of course, at this time pets are not allowed, unless you're willing to raise and live with animals that you will have to eat.
The same goes for you and your family.
After all, we believe in recycling everything.
Welcome to your future. I'm just your humble servant here to help you make it happen.
Aun-dray-uh - flourescent light tubes like battle laser sticks with Chad V
Sinking deeper into meditation, talking with the voices that are not voices but random but not random states but not states of energy but not energy.
Pretending to miss/place commas so that blog entry re/editing can be used to communicate messages to those who need visual confirmation of clues that were already inside their swirling states of energy.
Deeper.
Listening to the absence of messages from those who have authority but no self-responsibility.
Laughing because laughing is good.
Smiling because the mask was born that way.
Listening.
Deeper.
Don't mess with the belief in virgin birth despite language translation misnomers.
Deeper.
Past the silence.
Through the eye of the storm of daily moments.
[at least as it appears from this side]
Beyond feeling.
Deeper.
Hearing others play the "let's be mysterious" game so they can pretend to have powers that don't exist.
Calm.
Beyond the fringe.
No need to entertain to distract from the mundane.
Getting what I want is not what I want because I do not exist - I do this for you, the imaginary parallel universe of a blog, because this universe is the child I would have had had I given up my selfish self to have a child.
Deeper.
Unable to describe the indescribable with words.
Humour the only solid proof that these states of energy are unique.
Deeper.
Shedding layers.
Defenseless because the species is our only hope for survival.
Unless...
Deeper.
Microorganisms.
Quantum communications.
Dark matter.
Simple, ignorant, clever cultures in denial.
Deeper.
Leave well enough alone in this blog entry.
Rise.
Higher.
Higher.
Louder.
Brighter.
Back into daylight.
Satisfied.
Ready to write fictional tales about unknown possible futures.
Pretending to miss/place commas so that blog entry re/editing can be used to communicate messages to those who need visual confirmation of clues that were already inside their swirling states of energy.
Deeper.
Listening to the absence of messages from those who have authority but no self-responsibility.
Laughing because laughing is good.
Smiling because the mask was born that way.
Listening.
Deeper.
Don't mess with the belief in virgin birth despite language translation misnomers.
Deeper.
Past the silence.
Through the eye of the storm of daily moments.
[at least as it appears from this side]
Beyond feeling.
Deeper.
Hearing others play the "let's be mysterious" game so they can pretend to have powers that don't exist.
Calm.
Beyond the fringe.
No need to entertain to distract from the mundane.
Getting what I want is not what I want because I do not exist - I do this for you, the imaginary parallel universe of a blog, because this universe is the child I would have had had I given up my selfish self to have a child.
Deeper.
Unable to describe the indescribable with words.
Humour the only solid proof that these states of energy are unique.
Deeper.
Shedding layers.
Defenseless because the species is our only hope for survival.
Unless...
Deeper.
Microorganisms.
Quantum communications.
Dark matter.
Simple, ignorant, clever cultures in denial.
Deeper.
Leave well enough alone in this blog entry.
Rise.
Higher.
Higher.
Louder.
Brighter.
Back into daylight.
Satisfied.
Ready to write fictional tales about unknown possible futures.
There may be snow on this roof...
You gotta credit the Yella Fella for keepin' his product, YellaWood, what my builder called Osmose to construct muh house and front/back deck, out in the eyes and ears of customers while havin' fun talkin' about it, too. He goes in muh book as a real person.
= = = = =
I've come to the conclusion that I don't exist and found verification through the fact that none of the characters in this parallel universe of a blog have ever talked with/to me.
Sure, I am the current leader and, by leading, I have sway over the billions of imaginary people who live on this imaginary planet with the imaginary me.
It's the writer's dilemma staring me in the face again, a mirror at the end of a deadend corner of the maze I've written myself into.
If I only have sway over the imaginary world, then what I am doing in real life?
Nothing, it seems.
I am not wholly part of virtuality or wholly part of reality.
The plot of my life is full of holes rather than wholes but don't call me holy.
I just happened to be here in this time with you - you found the wonders of life with or without me by virtue of being the states of energy we call the human condition.
When I was five, I realised I was part of the living dead.
It has been an interesting journey ever since.
All I can do is help the living find their way through this dark maze.
My time here was done a long time ago.
Back to sleep I go, back to the condition these states of energy call meditation.
It's all I know.
Why I wanted to be a hermit living in the woods.
The real nonexistent me.
Happy.
Free of the chains of modern technology.
I'm still trying to get free, aren't I, despite digging myself deeper?
= = = = =
I've come to the conclusion that I don't exist and found verification through the fact that none of the characters in this parallel universe of a blog have ever talked with/to me.
Sure, I am the current leader and, by leading, I have sway over the billions of imaginary people who live on this imaginary planet with the imaginary me.
It's the writer's dilemma staring me in the face again, a mirror at the end of a deadend corner of the maze I've written myself into.
If I only have sway over the imaginary world, then what I am doing in real life?
Nothing, it seems.
I am not wholly part of virtuality or wholly part of reality.
The plot of my life is full of holes rather than wholes but don't call me holy.
I just happened to be here in this time with you - you found the wonders of life with or without me by virtue of being the states of energy we call the human condition.
When I was five, I realised I was part of the living dead.
It has been an interesting journey ever since.
All I can do is help the living find their way through this dark maze.
My time here was done a long time ago.
Back to sleep I go, back to the condition these states of energy call meditation.
It's all I know.
Why I wanted to be a hermit living in the woods.
The real nonexistent me.
Happy.
Free of the chains of modern technology.
I'm still trying to get free, aren't I, despite digging myself deeper?
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