WHEN weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me back again :
Oh, my true friend! I am not lone,
While thou canst speak with such a tone!
So Hopeless is the world without,
The world within I doubly prize ;
Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt,
And cold suspicion never rise ;
Where thou, and I, and Liberty,
Have undisputed sovereignty.
What matters it, that all around
Danger, and guilt, and darkness lie,
If but within our bosom's bound
We hold a bright, untroubled sky,
Warm with ten thousand mingled rays
Of suns that know no winter days?
Reason, indeed, may oft complain
For Nature's sad reality,
And tell the suffering heart how vain
It's cherished dreams must always be ;
And Truth may rudely trample down
The flowers of Fancy, newly-blown.
But thou art ever there, to bring
The hovering vision back, and breathe
New glories o'er the blighted spring,
And call a lovelier Life from Death,
And whisper, with a voice divine,
Of real worlds, as bright as thine.
I trust not to thy phantom bliss,
Yet, still, in evening's quiet hour,
With never-failing thankfulness,
I welcome thee, Benignant Power ;
Sure solacer of human cares,
And sweeter hope, when hope despairs.
Emily Bronte
1818-1848
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
In A New Light
The catalyst that got everyone out of The Dark Ages 4 centuries ago was not a political system, nor was it an private league of professionals re-writing laws so as to secure their descendants economic advantage ad infinitum*, nor was it an actual 'leader'...as there's a strong tendency to kill those off as soon as one is detected, thus you'll notice no one is scrambling for the job.
It was art.
Art is what saw civilisation out of the Dark Ages. The Renaissance to be specific.
The individuals who created such art that brought us out of the Dark Ages, possessed a strength of character, a self possession and raw talent we don't seem to see anymore.
Why is that?
Their need to articulate, design, paint, draw, chisel, depict, reveal, educate, elevate others came from their need to create that-which-they-could-see, but weren't seeing around them.
They had vision.
They had vision without religion. These were the thinkers. They had, and made, their points, and put them in their work for all to see if we stopped to look and think too. And stop, think and re-thin people did.
They all lived approximately at the same time. And, not unlike the 4 minute mile, once we see what can be done, so it shall be done. Everything is learned. So while limits are self, or socially imposed, they are removable likewise.
So. What if...latent talent, might just be a dormant element within every one us?
...and that it is, in fact, the atmosphere, and current conditions, and climate of the social, economic, cultural and development of the times that might [or might not] bring it to light?
~ blasphemy ~ blas for you ~
Some of these individuals were Michelangelo, da Vinci, Rafael and Botticelli.
There were more..but we'll stick with the familiar, cause that's what we do on this continent.
But, don't look upon their names and throw your arms up in the air and say; "oh well hell, like as if I'm one of them..."
Because you don't honestly know to say that do you?
Were you ever explained marbles attributes and behavior, and the physics to know about balance, structure and weigth placement when you were young? Were you ever handed an old fashioned hammer and chisel, by a master craftsman, in front of a block of solid marble millions of years old when you were a teen?
And why is that?
Primarily because of someone else's economic concerns, we are not shown, taught or allowed to discover things we might seriously excel in.
At no point in our formative years are we sincerely shown and taught or given the freedom to find out that which, or as much as, we ought to be. Then in our early adult years there's no money. Then we get caught up, and under the bridge it all goes.
So who knows? We certainly don't.
So don't look upon these Renaissance men of old, or new if one somehow got-away as something to kick your jaw along the ground after.
Look upon these men are those few who refused what everyone else was doing, they did-their-own-thing, dedicated their lives to their skill & interests, figured things out, lived and walked a true, but lone path. But they never settled on anything but that which they were here to put forth and leave us.
They were their true selves.
(of course, they were allowed to be. They were supported and or encouraged in ways we strangely aren't)
Therein reside some of the vital keys missing in our current dim age.
But we do have history to show us how to get ourselves out.
Let's hope we never lose sight of our own history.
*referring to those self serving signatures at the bottom of the Declaration of Independence
~blasphemy ~ blas for you ~
It was art.
Art is what saw civilisation out of the Dark Ages. The Renaissance to be specific.
The individuals who created such art that brought us out of the Dark Ages, possessed a strength of character, a self possession and raw talent we don't seem to see anymore.
Why is that?
Their need to articulate, design, paint, draw, chisel, depict, reveal, educate, elevate others came from their need to create that-which-they-could-see, but weren't seeing around them.
They had vision.
They had vision without religion. These were the thinkers. They had, and made, their points, and put them in their work for all to see if we stopped to look and think too. And stop, think and re-thin people did.
They all lived approximately at the same time. And, not unlike the 4 minute mile, once we see what can be done, so it shall be done. Everything is learned. So while limits are self, or socially imposed, they are removable likewise.
So. What if...latent talent, might just be a dormant element within every one us?
...and that it is, in fact, the atmosphere, and current conditions, and climate of the social, economic, cultural and development of the times that might [or might not] bring it to light?
~ blasphemy ~ blas for you ~
Some of these individuals were Michelangelo, da Vinci, Rafael and Botticelli.
There were more..but we'll stick with the familiar, cause that's what we do on this continent.
But, don't look upon their names and throw your arms up in the air and say; "oh well hell, like as if I'm one of them..."
Because you don't honestly know to say that do you?
Were you ever explained marbles attributes and behavior, and the physics to know about balance, structure and weigth placement when you were young? Were you ever handed an old fashioned hammer and chisel, by a master craftsman, in front of a block of solid marble millions of years old when you were a teen?
And why is that?
Primarily because of someone else's economic concerns, we are not shown, taught or allowed to discover things we might seriously excel in.
At no point in our formative years are we sincerely shown and taught or given the freedom to find out that which, or as much as, we ought to be. Then in our early adult years there's no money. Then we get caught up, and under the bridge it all goes.
So who knows? We certainly don't.
So don't look upon these Renaissance men of old, or new if one somehow got-away as something to kick your jaw along the ground after.
Look upon these men are those few who refused what everyone else was doing, they did-their-own-thing, dedicated their lives to their skill & interests, figured things out, lived and walked a true, but lone path. But they never settled on anything but that which they were here to put forth and leave us.
They were their true selves.
(of course, they were allowed to be. They were supported and or encouraged in ways we strangely aren't)
Therein reside some of the vital keys missing in our current dim age.
But we do have history to show us how to get ourselves out.
Let's hope we never lose sight of our own history.
*referring to those self serving signatures at the bottom of the Declaration of Independence
~blasphemy ~ blas for you ~
Saturday, March 29, 2008
And In Our Hour of Darkness
Here's hoping you participate in the hour of zero electricity this evening along with the rest of the world, if not for the principle of our ecological condition, then to see just how much [or little] is saved / conserved economically...but know this is more about economy than ecology.
But from the moment you flick off all things electrical - why stop at a lamp or three?...think of the sheer unadulterated luxury you possess, for there to be so much undue disproportionate waste enjoyed by some around the world.
Think about the literal billions of souls who slave with virtually zero every single solitary days of their lives.
This is not a novelty hour.
This as an hour of empathy.
In that hour, focus your thoughts, heart, and mind, in all your vast, encompassing
comprehension - truly realize just how many people we leave-in-the-dark....
We live in Dark times indeed.
With or without lights.
Live simply, and simply live....and you will have advanced us all by light years.
On a lighter note:
...I wonder what the late Nicola Tesla thinks about all this?
For those of you without iPods, here's part of an old tune you might like to hum this evening:
And when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer,
let it be.
For though they may be parted
there is still a chance
that they will see,
there will be an answer.
let it be.
But from the moment you flick off all things electrical - why stop at a lamp or three?...think of the sheer unadulterated luxury you possess, for there to be so much undue disproportionate waste enjoyed by some around the world.
Think about the literal billions of souls who slave with virtually zero every single solitary days of their lives.
This is not a novelty hour.
This as an hour of empathy.
In that hour, focus your thoughts, heart, and mind, in all your vast, encompassing
comprehension - truly realize just how many people we leave-in-the-dark....
We live in Dark times indeed.
With or without lights.
Live simply, and simply live....and you will have advanced us all by light years.
On a lighter note:
...I wonder what the late Nicola Tesla thinks about all this?
For those of you without iPods, here's part of an old tune you might like to hum this evening:
And when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer,
let it be.
For though they may be parted
there is still a chance
that they will see,
there will be an answer.
let it be.
Friday, March 28, 2008
What Bulbous Fish Eyes See
This living in a stagnant fishbowl - without a filtration system - is getting a bit cloudy.
Think of the millions of guppies being spawned in these cloudy, cramped conditions and climate, as if all this is normal, livable, tolerable, manageable or sustainable.
Meanwhile the little critters are increasingly exhibiting a myriad of malignancies we never had to deal with when we were guppies.
We've gone off the proverbial deep end, by never leaving the shallow end.
And there ain't anyone outside of this fishbowl going to come and clean and vacuum out our mess either.
This has been swimming around my clouded mind these days.
...the swim-up-to-bar was likely a key component that has kept us from evolving.
Think of the millions of guppies being spawned in these cloudy, cramped conditions and climate, as if all this is normal, livable, tolerable, manageable or sustainable.
Meanwhile the little critters are increasingly exhibiting a myriad of malignancies we never had to deal with when we were guppies.
We've gone off the proverbial deep end, by never leaving the shallow end.
And there ain't anyone outside of this fishbowl going to come and clean and vacuum out our mess either.
This has been swimming around my clouded mind these days.
...the swim-up-to-bar was likely a key component that has kept us from evolving.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Dignity to Despondency
There was a time...
don't ask me when, it hasn't been in my lifetime...or for a long time, for that matter...
when people had less things, yet had strength of character, critical thinking, taste, and actual admirable traits.
When people polished their shoes, and wouldn't step out of their homes until they were decent. And did so everyday.
Now, I'm not harking back to ye old grand times. People wore absurd fashions and lead Dorian Gray lives.
But I am getting concerned about the trade offs being made, and have been making for so many consecutive decades (despite all the technological-teething-toys we've been given to pacify our over amused selves).
The results are beginning to show, as all erosion tends to eventually horrifically reveal.
As society, and as the market place, dictates what our values are, despite them being of no value what-so-ever.
We continue to be imperceivably shaped. Re-formed. Deformed.
Been put upon a spinning lathe by unseen, unskilled hands.
We have been reduced to a crooked first attempt by unskilled tool handlers, and left (or deliberately cast), unbalanced, illogical, easy pickings, and mentally starved of the intangibles we actually need and want.
Why is that?
Other than, someones sheer unadulterated profit somewhere-along-the-predator-food-chain-of-things line
.
Why have we all accepted this as the model in which we all must conform, when it does nothing for us?
Why have we allowed it? Why do we enable it, and not ourselves?
How can we ever create a new model, when we are so ensconced, entombed and bound like a baby in a bunting.
How can anything good or new come out of our current climate, when every-existing-regime is in place to squash anything good or new? Or as we are witnessing in Tibet, not one single regime is interested in going to the aid of these ancient, peaceful and dignified people. We are witnessing the systematic enforcement of oppression, if not the actual destruction, of an ancient, proud and peaceful culture right before our eyes. We are witnessing what every lost culture in our history experienced, and that we may never know about through their successful eradication.
This is not "news". This is loss.
Tibet personifies, a principle, and principles are /were part of the intangibles our world needs andn used to have.
Tibet, and their world reknowned monks, possess the strength of character to live simply and simply live - despite time itself - and everything that's being shouted and told around them. That takes strength.
An admirable intangible I bet many wish they had the strength to walk themselves, particularly when billy clubs are employed.
Where is our strength and dignity? Or are we despondent because we know we lost such a quality a long time ago?
How are we to ever grow to become that which we ought to be - that which we were meant to be - if never left to be?
If we're never given a modicum of freedom to stop, think, discover, learn, practise and develop, as we would if ever given a natural, quiet, moment of peace, to individually find all that we possess within us, and to be able to share and contribute and put forth for others to learn and grow and be able to share from - then what on earth are we doing?
Such a surge in population, and yet fewer and fewer doing anything of true, undeniable, significant and worth for the world.
How is that possible?
Why do we accept, so defeatedly, a society that prevents us from having the time, the energy, the dignity, to explore and discover our own intangible depth within ourselves, with enough left over to rush to the aid of all those who need our help and protection, across this violent world of ours?
...when we are all needing the same things.
I know I harp on this subject, but it is truly one puzzle that needs figuring out.
We're worth saving.
don't ask me when, it hasn't been in my lifetime...or for a long time, for that matter...
when people had less things, yet had strength of character, critical thinking, taste, and actual admirable traits.
When people polished their shoes, and wouldn't step out of their homes until they were decent. And did so everyday.
Now, I'm not harking back to ye old grand times. People wore absurd fashions and lead Dorian Gray lives.
But I am getting concerned about the trade offs being made, and have been making for so many consecutive decades (despite all the technological-teething-toys we've been given to pacify our over amused selves).
The results are beginning to show, as all erosion tends to eventually horrifically reveal.
As society, and as the market place, dictates what our values are, despite them being of no value what-so-ever.
We continue to be imperceivably shaped. Re-formed. Deformed.
Been put upon a spinning lathe by unseen, unskilled hands.
We have been reduced to a crooked first attempt by unskilled tool handlers, and left (or deliberately cast), unbalanced, illogical, easy pickings, and mentally starved of the intangibles we actually need and want.
Why is that?
Other than, someones sheer unadulterated profit somewhere-along-the-predator-food-chain-of-things line
.
Why have we all accepted this as the model in which we all must conform, when it does nothing for us?
Why have we allowed it? Why do we enable it, and not ourselves?
How can we ever create a new model, when we are so ensconced, entombed and bound like a baby in a bunting.
How can anything good or new come out of our current climate, when every-existing-regime is in place to squash anything good or new? Or as we are witnessing in Tibet, not one single regime is interested in going to the aid of these ancient, peaceful and dignified people. We are witnessing the systematic enforcement of oppression, if not the actual destruction, of an ancient, proud and peaceful culture right before our eyes. We are witnessing what every lost culture in our history experienced, and that we may never know about through their successful eradication.
This is not "news". This is loss.
Tibet personifies, a principle, and principles are /were part of the intangibles our world needs andn used to have.
Tibet, and their world reknowned monks, possess the strength of character to live simply and simply live - despite time itself - and everything that's being shouted and told around them. That takes strength.
An admirable intangible I bet many wish they had the strength to walk themselves, particularly when billy clubs are employed.
Where is our strength and dignity? Or are we despondent because we know we lost such a quality a long time ago?
How are we to ever grow to become that which we ought to be - that which we were meant to be - if never left to be?
If we're never given a modicum of freedom to stop, think, discover, learn, practise and develop, as we would if ever given a natural, quiet, moment of peace, to individually find all that we possess within us, and to be able to share and contribute and put forth for others to learn and grow and be able to share from - then what on earth are we doing?
Such a surge in population, and yet fewer and fewer doing anything of true, undeniable, significant and worth for the world.
How is that possible?
Why do we accept, so defeatedly, a society that prevents us from having the time, the energy, the dignity, to explore and discover our own intangible depth within ourselves, with enough left over to rush to the aid of all those who need our help and protection, across this violent world of ours?
...when we are all needing the same things.
I know I harp on this subject, but it is truly one puzzle that needs figuring out.
We're worth saving.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut..
Most times you're grateful, and better off, being single.
Almond Joy has nuts.
Mounds don't.
I could never chose between them. And always resented the fact I was benignly presented with some sort of restricted either-or-option. It's so judgemental. Oooooo which one are you today? Oh you boring betty, what you didn't feel like a nut.
What? What's this pressure?
What? Choose? Whaddya mean which side am I on? These are terrorist tactics.
Damn marketers. They took that one from the big picture book, cause that's the way society appears to be modeled on.
And as a result they've sought to hen and pen us, and classify us by their definitions, and remove all the joy and render us immobilized mounds.
Damn manufacturers too, with their economic interests above ours.
And governments in total and blatant violation of international laws...
augh I'm sliding into a sugar coma....
Almond Joy has nuts.
Mounds don't.
I could never chose between them. And always resented the fact I was benignly presented with some sort of restricted either-or-option. It's so judgemental. Oooooo which one are you today? Oh you boring betty, what you didn't feel like a nut.
What? What's this pressure?
What? Choose? Whaddya mean which side am I on? These are terrorist tactics.
Damn marketers. They took that one from the big picture book, cause that's the way society appears to be modeled on.
And as a result they've sought to hen and pen us, and classify us by their definitions, and remove all the joy and render us immobilized mounds.
Damn manufacturers too, with their economic interests above ours.
And governments in total and blatant violation of international laws...
augh I'm sliding into a sugar coma....
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Our Digressing Evolution
If human nature created the mechanistic dinosaur of
senseless death and destruction which we've been born into
over at least 14,000 years -and likely longer...
then...surely it will be human nature, that will figure our way out of the corner in which we have proverbially painted ourselves into.
Even before we invented paint.
This morning, the Executive Director of War Child was interviewed on CIUT.FM in Toronto.
You can't not like what she established and strives to achieve. It's so essential.
And you can't not cheer anyone on who take on the task of pushing that proverbial pea up Kilimanjaro ....on a windy day.
But I couldn't help think, for all the phenomenal work, that being done on the ground, in the most active war torn countries on earth....the main thought going through my mind listening to her talk about the talk she was holding at the Hart House this evening was - but what is being done about the mechanism in which our entire all encompassing earth and all it's contents and residents are forced to comply to?
Not unlike that steer, and cows that were free for a few minutes last week, though is use the word free rather loosely here, because: WE ARE THEM.
Where on earrrrrrrrth could a steer and cows "go", from their over turned truck on a highway in this city? in this country? in any city? in any country? Not a single place on earth. There is no such thing as freedom for anything on this earth, at this point, in our existence, at this time.
What will stop the unrelenting and unnecessary warring people. People pitted against one another by goaders, by someone who stands to make money by stirring everything up.
How has THIS become our predominant approach to this world.
ok - I can already hear the retaliatory response of: but conflict/death is everywhere in the wild kingdom.
um....technically, yes, but what about stopping to think for a mo'? And not do what some negative force or individual or whatever wants.
Why didn't clever defiance become our approach in life? The path of least resistance maintained by loafers lining the widening path to let more saunter casually through.
Scientists are noticing and discovering elephants are behaving not unlike the hurt and damaged children War Child has tried to care for and rehabilitate - to the admission, often times it just can't be done. Or the bridge or connection just can't be made - the severity and reality of their experience or what they witnessed was just too much to bear.
This indeed can and does happen.
But we should never have reached this point where we just say 'that's life'
Because this is no way to live.
Scientists are also discovering, species that have been harmonious and cooperative have 'just recently' begun to behave badly - such as dolphins, elephants and ants.
The obtuse point is...just because we might not know or remember another way of living, even if there never was a better way of living prior, that does not mean we never-ever-have-to-even-bother-to-consider-trying-to-achieve-something-better...
It just means we are digressing in our evolution.
senseless death and destruction which we've been born into
over at least 14,000 years -and likely longer...
then...surely it will be human nature, that will figure our way out of the corner in which we have proverbially painted ourselves into.
Even before we invented paint.
This morning, the Executive Director of War Child was interviewed on CIUT.FM in Toronto.
You can't not like what she established and strives to achieve. It's so essential.
And you can't not cheer anyone on who take on the task of pushing that proverbial pea up Kilimanjaro ....on a windy day.
But I couldn't help think, for all the phenomenal work, that being done on the ground, in the most active war torn countries on earth....the main thought going through my mind listening to her talk about the talk she was holding at the Hart House this evening was - but what is being done about the mechanism in which our entire all encompassing earth and all it's contents and residents are forced to comply to?
Not unlike that steer, and cows that were free for a few minutes last week, though is use the word free rather loosely here, because: WE ARE THEM.
Where on earrrrrrrrth could a steer and cows "go", from their over turned truck on a highway in this city? in this country? in any city? in any country? Not a single place on earth. There is no such thing as freedom for anything on this earth, at this point, in our existence, at this time.
What will stop the unrelenting and unnecessary warring people. People pitted against one another by goaders, by someone who stands to make money by stirring everything up.
How has THIS become our predominant approach to this world.
ok - I can already hear the retaliatory response of: but conflict/death is everywhere in the wild kingdom.
um....technically, yes, but what about stopping to think for a mo'? And not do what some negative force or individual or whatever wants.
Why didn't clever defiance become our approach in life? The path of least resistance maintained by loafers lining the widening path to let more saunter casually through.
Scientists are noticing and discovering elephants are behaving not unlike the hurt and damaged children War Child has tried to care for and rehabilitate - to the admission, often times it just can't be done. Or the bridge or connection just can't be made - the severity and reality of their experience or what they witnessed was just too much to bear.
This indeed can and does happen.
But we should never have reached this point where we just say 'that's life'
Because this is no way to live.
Scientists are also discovering, species that have been harmonious and cooperative have 'just recently' begun to behave badly - such as dolphins, elephants and ants.
The obtuse point is...just because we might not know or remember another way of living, even if there never was a better way of living prior, that does not mean we never-ever-have-to-even-bother-to-consider-trying-to-achieve-something-better...
It just means we are digressing in our evolution.
Monday, March 24, 2008
And Deliver Me...
....a one liner!
so here it is...
I was asked if I was a pessimist.
I said
I hope not.
so here it is...
I was asked if I was a pessimist.
I said
I hope not.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Ether Weekend
So it's spring...
I'm springing into action like Buggs Bunny tripping out on ether
which is to say...everything is a bit slo' mo'
I have to be brief, as my, literal, splitting headache of exactly 7 consecutive days, remains throbbing
along with yon split tooth in my head.
But....so long as my tooth is there....I like to pretend it's mending!
Yes, I can see it now, busily knitting it's self a wee cozy cocoon to remain snuggled in. mmmmmf*%$#mm
Not the 4-6 weeks of fracture-city...of healing....*....
Or worse, the 6-9 months of extraction / replacement of foreign object surgery I have to look forward to..*..
I should be right-as-rain-is-pain by ...Christmas.
Shoot me in the head like a cow please...like they did with that run away Steer, they couldn't steer, on Toronto's west end highway Thursday.
So not fair.
He gets put out his misery....((sigh)) but not I.
But in my monastic weekend of silence - I planted all my seeds for my vegetable garden...indoors...it was tricky ripping up the wood flooring, but after I fell the mere 6 ft through to the basement...that's where I began my digging...
ignore that...just pulling your green leg there. But how is THAT for being positive?!
Hilariously hopeful. And probably really really foolish.
But I will clutch onto my hope to be able to eat and chew real solid food again by the time my garden grows to ripe munching proportions.
I have planted more than seeds....I have buried my closed, negative mind, and firmly planted HOPE, in the sheer thought of being able to graze my own humble harvest of lettuce, chard, onions, potatoes, Ailsa Craig tomato's straight fae Scotland's land itself, and chives. With the same eyes-half-open-barely-thinking-taking-every-chew-totally-for-granted-munch just like a cow does herself. I WANNA BE THAT COW.
If I cannot eat so much as the above hand hued harvest by late summer....
...then, you have my permission....shoot me in the head like a cow. ehm...close range please.
Did you know one of the too many options 'out there' ?!? is fortified milk with extra added bonus calcium ?!?!
it's as gritty as chalk....only someone as sensitive to air right now would be able to detect the granular grit in said milk.
And Yoghurt.....anything with the word hurt in it shouldn't be consumed repeatedly, or else - it will. And it does.
With my mouth held shut, I thought of trying to inventing me a tooth-calcium-crazy-glue-mixture-impressor-thinga-ma-jig that could squish it's binding goo into any marble like fractures & fissures & fault-lines...like they can with windshields & silcone...but that's just my hope talking.....nothing logical about anything there.
Not when there are archaic macabre methods of extended suffering that can be inflicted over 3 and 9 months!
It's amazing what the mind things of when one's mouth is fused shut to resemble that of a cast. Cause a cast is all that is necessary to save me from going headlong into this preventable dental hell.
oh these silly spring days...so much thinking to be done when one's mouth is kept shut.
NiGhTiE nIgHt*+;... <-- buggs drifting down stream thinking it was all a nightmare
eep !
I'm springing into action like Buggs Bunny tripping out on ether
which is to say...everything is a bit slo' mo'
I have to be brief, as my, literal, splitting headache of exactly 7 consecutive days, remains throbbing
along with yon split tooth in my head.
But....so long as my tooth is there....I like to pretend it's mending!
Yes, I can see it now, busily knitting it's self a wee cozy cocoon to remain snuggled in. mmmmmf*%$#mm
Not the 4-6 weeks of fracture-city...of healing....*....
Or worse, the 6-9 months of extraction / replacement of foreign object surgery I have to look forward to..*..
I should be right-as-rain-is-pain by ...Christmas.
Shoot me in the head like a cow please...like they did with that run away Steer, they couldn't steer, on Toronto's west end highway Thursday.
So not fair.
He gets put out his misery....((sigh)) but not I.
But in my monastic weekend of silence - I planted all my seeds for my vegetable garden...indoors...it was tricky ripping up the wood flooring, but after I fell the mere 6 ft through to the basement...that's where I began my digging...
ignore that...just pulling your green leg there. But how is THAT for being positive?!
Hilariously hopeful. And probably really really foolish.
But I will clutch onto my hope to be able to eat and chew real solid food again by the time my garden grows to ripe munching proportions.
I have planted more than seeds....I have buried my closed, negative mind, and firmly planted HOPE, in the sheer thought of being able to graze my own humble harvest of lettuce, chard, onions, potatoes, Ailsa Craig tomato's straight fae Scotland's land itself, and chives. With the same eyes-half-open-barely-thinking-taking-every-chew-totally-for-granted-munch just like a cow does herself. I WANNA BE THAT COW.
If I cannot eat so much as the above hand hued harvest by late summer....
...then, you have my permission....shoot me in the head like a cow. ehm...close range please.
Did you know one of the too many options 'out there' ?!? is fortified milk with extra added bonus calcium ?!?!
it's as gritty as chalk....only someone as sensitive to air right now would be able to detect the granular grit in said milk.
And Yoghurt.....anything with the word hurt in it shouldn't be consumed repeatedly, or else - it will. And it does.
With my mouth held shut, I thought of trying to inventing me a tooth-calcium-crazy-glue-mixture-impressor-thinga-ma-jig that could squish it's binding goo into any marble like fractures & fissures & fault-lines...like they can with windshields & silcone...but that's just my hope talking.....nothing logical about anything there.
Not when there are archaic macabre methods of extended suffering that can be inflicted over 3 and 9 months!
It's amazing what the mind things of when one's mouth is fused shut to resemble that of a cast. Cause a cast is all that is necessary to save me from going headlong into this preventable dental hell.
oh these silly spring days...so much thinking to be done when one's mouth is kept shut.
NiGhTiE nIgHt*+;... <-- buggs drifting down stream thinking it was all a nightmare
eep !
Saturday, March 22, 2008
iPod iHope iGive up
I've always wondered:
How on earth is it possible...
for all the young, intelligent, well educated people, that zip around, in every city, everyday, on the face of this planet...
for all our mature, seasoned professionals, who've worked hard to pave the way and brought us all thus far...
for all our ancestral people, from a million far flung places, who've lived it all, just the same as we will...
for all the young people, who aren't blind but see all the rife damage and selfish destruction we've brought upon the earth...yet still do....
I've always wondered...
Why on earth can or has no on ever managed to change the trajectory we're on?
Centuries of everyone knowing but not doing.
How is it possible?
Theory #1 - The Immediate Direct Threat of Death.
Buuuuut....c'mon, ask yourself, what kind of life is there in not living fully, healthfully, or leaving behind an habitable world that didn't have an Immediate Direct Threat of Death in it, had one not sacrificed for a REAL cause...[hate to break it to you but oil is an addiction..not a cause]...not that people don't live for, die & kill for addictions - we are.
Theory #2 - Fear
Contrary to what you'd think, a bona fide non-negotiable clear & direct threat of death is more real than the intangible fear of death. Fear at least gives us a mo' to run and pack our bags and hitchhike and get yoru butts outta there.
Theory #3 - Now this one is an incalculable bit of conjecture....but one I stand by, and will debate to the death (not threat of death, but actual demise from lack of oxygen intake while debating this theory). My theory is that the very non-action non-existing non-*thing* that I see missing in our current worlds equation is/are: It is my guess that somewhere in the 6 million Jewish people who were killed during WWII, along with many others with them, not to mention & the 20 million Russian people who died during that time period....my guess is, someone was among them who were supposed to *do* something that would've added to, benefited our world, and as a result of their *being* would have contributed substantially, incalculably to the state of our world. It is my sense we lost our future Galileo, an Einstein, a Hawking....imagine if they killed Jeesie Creesie - he chose WWII for his second coming...any mention of third coming? Is he in the wings? ..no, not with wings....what bad luck...mind you...had we'd known....*...
money coulda been made.
So the why is mute....cause every one's very well educated, and seem happily motoring around like everything is working fine...tickey-boo.....just don't lift that rug and have a closer peek at the real macabre mechanism propelling our people and entire interconnected human network of greed and give.
I remember bleating the above, sounding like a spitting pack camel myself, I was told to read The Ingenuity Gap by:Thomas Homer-Dixon.
Now I love being tossed books, I'm like a waggy-tailed-scamp-of-a-dog-with-a-new-bone...off I went.
But I hate reading books that tell me what I knew before I picked it up.....just sprinkled with specific factoids...they're good to know. But tell me something I didn't know. Give me answers. I paid for answers.
btw/ He did say; 'Many of the challenges humankind now faces are unlike anything we've confronted in the past
Never before have we been able to disrupt the fundamental process of Earth's climate and ecology...and created technological and social systems..."
But you know what.....with the exception to and admitting there a few more new challenges cropping ie: nuclear everything...and toxic chemical break down of previously unimaginable mixes, soups & eww stews...but other wise it's not true !!! We have!!!!.. All we've ever done is disrupt the fundamental process of EArth's climate, ecology and fragile life upon it. It's all human being have ever done - throughout history - maybe not as much in pre-woolly-mammoth days...but otherwise - this is the only human model of functioning we have ever known lived walked taught and trod.
Now how sad is thaaaaaat for lack of creativity. On a binary scale....we don't get awarded a 1.
So I have another theory as to why, for all our collective comphrension of all that isn't right...or rather that is leaning waaaay too right, so for all that isn't sustainable or, morally or ethically viable or correct...why for all our knowing, no one is managing to make a significant difference in the whatever-it-will-take to do the whatever-it-is-that-will-change-the-course-road (not actually redundant, it just looks and sounds that way)...we're on?
because we are kept, so neatly, divided.
When the word deftly popped into my hollow head....and one quick glance to see a sea of little white wires & ear buds. Yep...the iPod is merely the last deftly dividing device that continues to contain people, while racking up obscene amounts of money in the process to a few voracious villains....and while giving people the sense of motoring about...freely...undisturbed. nuff said there! It's too disturbing for words.
However, so long as we blindly accept the-whatever-now-wow-thing-is that is being marketed to everyone in the world...
excluding the billions of humans barely subsisting on anything a day, of course, don't think about them and the absurdity that is allowed to continue....
here, download more tunes than people have lifespans to listen to, and blot out any chance of individual thought at all times, under no circumstance should you experience consciousness - not that it hurts...ironically I bet it would heal...
oh riiiight, healing consciousness must not be experienced by anyone for any reason
Don't get me wrong....I'm not trying to convey an old worn concept that we should not buy iPods
so others can who don't have running water can have your iPod.
No, what I'm actually trying to infer is - perhaps you're not aware that you are actually not helping yourself.
We - as a human collective - are not just being kept blind, and deftly divided among ourselves.
That means we are also being kept blind and divided of our own potential, kept from our own strength, and kept unwitting about our own capability to contribute something of and from ourselves.
Sometimes it seems the markets are doing a far better job at keeping our potential energy - en masse - stifled - ensuring we never undivide.
Imagine if we ever did somehow come together? en masse! Everyone....in every nook and cranny on earth
cause we're all the same, and see the same wrongs going on.....ahhh just what if?!
If we ever did, the power pyramid would flip.....wait, a pyramid is in essence a grave, so I guess it can't flip in it's own grave....ah well....
but isn't is strange ....for all our technological advances...guttenberg's printing press to today....you'd think we would've somehow managed to create something, for all our stellar knowledge, if there was one point where we all just said - y'know what?!! We've done this road to death....let's just try something else...and realise how different and more logical and liveable life could be.
It appears the closest the world ever got to breaking through the veneer was the 1960's movement....
before everyone got shot...or later became CEO's.
But the hope was there.
ah well* .."+*whatever*+;...
it's our loss.
How on earth is it possible...
for all the young, intelligent, well educated people, that zip around, in every city, everyday, on the face of this planet...
for all our mature, seasoned professionals, who've worked hard to pave the way and brought us all thus far...
for all our ancestral people, from a million far flung places, who've lived it all, just the same as we will...
for all the young people, who aren't blind but see all the rife damage and selfish destruction we've brought upon the earth...yet still do....
I've always wondered...
Why on earth can or has no on ever managed to change the trajectory we're on?
Centuries of everyone knowing but not doing.
How is it possible?
Theory #1 - The Immediate Direct Threat of Death.
Buuuuut....c'mon, ask yourself, what kind of life is there in not living fully, healthfully, or leaving behind an habitable world that didn't have an Immediate Direct Threat of Death in it, had one not sacrificed for a REAL cause...[hate to break it to you but oil is an addiction..not a cause]...not that people don't live for, die & kill for addictions - we are.
Theory #2 - Fear
Contrary to what you'd think, a bona fide non-negotiable clear & direct threat of death is more real than the intangible fear of death. Fear at least gives us a mo' to run and pack our bags and hitchhike and get yoru butts outta there.
Theory #3 - Now this one is an incalculable bit of conjecture....but one I stand by, and will debate to the death (not threat of death, but actual demise from lack of oxygen intake while debating this theory). My theory is that the very non-action non-existing non-*thing* that I see missing in our current worlds equation is/are: It is my guess that somewhere in the 6 million Jewish people who were killed during WWII, along with many others with them, not to mention & the 20 million Russian people who died during that time period....my guess is, someone was among them who were supposed to *do* something that would've added to, benefited our world, and as a result of their *being* would have contributed substantially, incalculably to the state of our world. It is my sense we lost our future Galileo, an Einstein, a Hawking....imagine if they killed Jeesie Creesie - he chose WWII for his second coming...any mention of third coming? Is he in the wings? ..no, not with wings....what bad luck...mind you...had we'd known....*...
money coulda been made.
So the why is mute....cause every one's very well educated, and seem happily motoring around like everything is working fine...tickey-boo.....just don't lift that rug and have a closer peek at the real macabre mechanism propelling our people and entire interconnected human network of greed and give.
I remember bleating the above, sounding like a spitting pack camel myself, I was told to read The Ingenuity Gap by:Thomas Homer-Dixon.
Now I love being tossed books, I'm like a waggy-tailed-scamp-of-a-dog-with-a-new-bone...off I went.
But I hate reading books that tell me what I knew before I picked it up.....just sprinkled with specific factoids...they're good to know. But tell me something I didn't know. Give me answers. I paid for answers.
btw/ He did say; 'Many of the challenges humankind now faces are unlike anything we've confronted in the past
Never before have we been able to disrupt the fundamental process of Earth's climate and ecology...and created technological and social systems..."
But you know what.....with the exception to and admitting there a few more new challenges cropping ie: nuclear everything...and toxic chemical break down of previously unimaginable mixes, soups & eww stews...but other wise it's not true !!! We have!!!!.. All we've ever done is disrupt the fundamental process of EArth's climate, ecology and fragile life upon it. It's all human being have ever done - throughout history - maybe not as much in pre-woolly-mammoth days...but otherwise - this is the only human model of functioning we have ever known lived walked taught and trod.
Now how sad is thaaaaaat for lack of creativity. On a binary scale....we don't get awarded a 1.
So I have another theory as to why, for all our collective comphrension of all that isn't right...or rather that is leaning waaaay too right, so for all that isn't sustainable or, morally or ethically viable or correct...why for all our knowing, no one is managing to make a significant difference in the whatever-it-will-take to do the whatever-it-is-that-will-change-the-course-road (not actually redundant, it just looks and sounds that way)...we're on?
because we are kept, so neatly, divided.
When the word deftly popped into my hollow head....and one quick glance to see a sea of little white wires & ear buds. Yep...the iPod is merely the last deftly dividing device that continues to contain people, while racking up obscene amounts of money in the process to a few voracious villains....and while giving people the sense of motoring about...freely...undisturbed. nuff said there! It's too disturbing for words.
However, so long as we blindly accept the-whatever-now-wow-thing-is that is being marketed to everyone in the world...
excluding the billions of humans barely subsisting on anything a day, of course, don't think about them and the absurdity that is allowed to continue....
here, download more tunes than people have lifespans to listen to, and blot out any chance of individual thought at all times, under no circumstance should you experience consciousness - not that it hurts...ironically I bet it would heal...
oh riiiight, healing consciousness must not be experienced by anyone for any reason
Don't get me wrong....I'm not trying to convey an old worn concept that we should not buy iPods
so others can who don't have running water can have your iPod.
No, what I'm actually trying to infer is - perhaps you're not aware that you are actually not helping yourself.
We - as a human collective - are not just being kept blind, and deftly divided among ourselves.
That means we are also being kept blind and divided of our own potential, kept from our own strength, and kept unwitting about our own capability to contribute something of and from ourselves.
Sometimes it seems the markets are doing a far better job at keeping our potential energy - en masse - stifled - ensuring we never undivide.
Imagine if we ever did somehow come together? en masse! Everyone....in every nook and cranny on earth
cause we're all the same, and see the same wrongs going on.....ahhh just what if?!
If we ever did, the power pyramid would flip.....wait, a pyramid is in essence a grave, so I guess it can't flip in it's own grave....ah well....
but isn't is strange ....for all our technological advances...guttenberg's printing press to today....you'd think we would've somehow managed to create something, for all our stellar knowledge, if there was one point where we all just said - y'know what?!! We've done this road to death....let's just try something else...and realise how different and more logical and liveable life could be.
It appears the closest the world ever got to breaking through the veneer was the 1960's movement....
before everyone got shot...or later became CEO's.
But the hope was there.
ah well* .."+*whatever*+;...
it's our loss.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Knit One Pearl Two oof
So, I've forcibly taken a vow of silence this long weekend.....*.....
ooooh and I'm also, in effect, apparently forced to cleanse and purge.
Why? I have to....I have a fractured front tooth. Talking loosens it. And I can't eat solid food.
I've been told to do as little as possible for the next 4-6 weeks...or I will lose it within that time frame.
And not being Jesus, I doubt I possess similar Jesus-like-endurance. So, may I say eeeeegahds*+;...
None of this is about a religious conversion. It is a bit ironic it should occur during the whole Resurrection timing thingy.
Last weekend, my great big Bernese Mountain Dog nailed me square in the front tooth.
Massive force. OOOF direct hit in the toof
My fault enitrely.
I was smiling [translation: hanging-my-teeth-out-to-dry in my happiness to see him] to which he responded with his own overly enthusiastic headbutting-show-of-similar-glee-and-happiness.
Thus he nailed me.
Not nailed, as in Jesus-on-the-cross-kind-of-nailing. Fortunately my dog can't wield a hammer with those little half up his arms thumb-stubs of his.
But my uber furry friendly friend doth did clobber me. Now I sthpeak with a listhp. It'sth stho sthore & fragile.
Incredibly, I still have the oblique fractured tooth stubbornly in my head.
This is defying all the odds already.
Which is where & what I want said toof to remain doing.
The splitting splicing unrelenting headache that accompanies it - takes a bit getting used to though.
It's kind of like that it-loves-me-it-loves-me-not daisy petal suspense game at the moment. How very Spring.
How not-fun is THAT senselessly destructive game to inflict upon not only the poor silent flower, but also the unloved person who gets nothin' in the inevitably predictable end?
What is interesting, are the little things we associate to little things we take for granted in life. Threaten to take something we've had forever - away and, well, it's a different ball game of getting used to isn't it? Regardless of age.
In a typical, ironic, middle finger of flicking fickle fate, these teeth I take for granted, are identical to what my mums teeth looked like. My mum - I too took for granted when she was alive. So, as I stand in front of a mirror and see that I stand to loose the last remaining aspect of my mum which I always carried with me as I go through life.....
The embarassing truthiness, in all this toothiness is....I feel like I'm losing my mum twice.
Thus it is my hope, that by some sheer miracle, my massive fissure crack fluke of a fracture, which by all professional accounts, ought to have taken my front tooth out by now, knits itself a cozy cocoon & coagulates, congeals, creates an inexplicable-concrete-epoxy-connection, and enables my enamel to stay with me for the remainder of my days.
let thee, & my teeth, get long in the tooth
toothgether
pleasth
: B
ooooh and I'm also, in effect, apparently forced to cleanse and purge.
Why? I have to....I have a fractured front tooth. Talking loosens it. And I can't eat solid food.
I've been told to do as little as possible for the next 4-6 weeks...or I will lose it within that time frame.
And not being Jesus, I doubt I possess similar Jesus-like-endurance. So, may I say eeeeegahds*+;...
None of this is about a religious conversion. It is a bit ironic it should occur during the whole Resurrection timing thingy.
Last weekend, my great big Bernese Mountain Dog nailed me square in the front tooth.
Massive force. OOOF direct hit in the toof
My fault enitrely.
I was smiling [translation: hanging-my-teeth-out-to-dry in my happiness to see him] to which he responded with his own overly enthusiastic headbutting-show-of-similar-glee-and-happiness.
Thus he nailed me.
Not nailed, as in Jesus-on-the-cross-kind-of-nailing. Fortunately my dog can't wield a hammer with those little half up his arms thumb-stubs of his.
But my uber furry friendly friend doth did clobber me. Now I sthpeak with a listhp. It'sth stho sthore & fragile.
Incredibly, I still have the oblique fractured tooth stubbornly in my head.
This is defying all the odds already.
Which is where & what I want said toof to remain doing.
The splitting splicing unrelenting headache that accompanies it - takes a bit getting used to though.
It's kind of like that it-loves-me-it-loves-me-not daisy petal suspense game at the moment. How very Spring.
How not-fun is THAT senselessly destructive game to inflict upon not only the poor silent flower, but also the unloved person who gets nothin' in the inevitably predictable end?
What is interesting, are the little things we associate to little things we take for granted in life. Threaten to take something we've had forever - away and, well, it's a different ball game of getting used to isn't it? Regardless of age.
In a typical, ironic, middle finger of flicking fickle fate, these teeth I take for granted, are identical to what my mums teeth looked like. My mum - I too took for granted when she was alive. So, as I stand in front of a mirror and see that I stand to loose the last remaining aspect of my mum which I always carried with me as I go through life.....
The embarassing truthiness, in all this toothiness is....I feel like I'm losing my mum twice.
Thus it is my hope, that by some sheer miracle, my massive fissure crack fluke of a fracture, which by all professional accounts, ought to have taken my front tooth out by now, knits itself a cozy cocoon & coagulates, congeals, creates an inexplicable-concrete-epoxy-connection, and enables my enamel to stay with me for the remainder of my days.
let thee, & my teeth, get long in the tooth
toothgether
pleasth
: B
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Happy Easter Wicker Weekend
Ever seen the original movie The Wicker Man?
No?
Well - ya should.
It's quite frightening.
Because it's not far off from the truth.
It's the side of the British Isles, The British Isles hopes you never come across, or force them to admit exists.
But there you have it folks...always wonderful to save one from a holiday journey one didn't need to experience - particularly when one might not know the full & real history behind where they might find themselves at any given point.
Happy Pagan Crazed Easter weekend people!
No?
Well - ya should.
It's quite frightening.
Because it's not far off from the truth.
It's the side of the British Isles, The British Isles hopes you never come across, or force them to admit exists.
But there you have it folks...always wonderful to save one from a holiday journey one didn't need to experience - particularly when one might not know the full & real history behind where they might find themselves at any given point.
Happy Pagan Crazed Easter weekend people!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
NoRouz And No Ruse
Happy 1387 New Year Persia.
Now, do not mistake the year for it being the middle ages...cause it's not. Though it can seem as if we're in the dark ages everywhere we look.....a tiny corner of my dim brain just wants to believe that we're all just collectively 'conserving energy' by keeping the dimmer switch down low.....*....
Technically, it's 2567. Something to celebrate. Like; Hey ! people knew how to live without computers at some point!!
But it was in 1180, 1387 yrs ago, Islam was established...thus the new count.
Nothing like a religion to do the whole etch-e-sketch thing to a culture's history.
But it's being done all the time.
We are, not to poo poo on any one's party, but we are entering a brand new period of generation remodeling and reforming - in the text books being issued in Iran this week ....as told to us in our North American news - that was re-issued to create a "generation of Iranians to be "suspicious of anyone from the West""
Can't knock 'em...being from the West - even I know not to trust our self-centered-vile-and-ignorant-self-serving people and similar government...but we don't make a public fuss by recalling and re-issuing actual text books.
They way I see it, the difference in our systematic approach to the same fear-creating-program we're all undergoing, brought to you by both Governments is - while Iran is actively re-issuing school text books to influence young Farsi minds. America is taking the totally lame-brained lackadaisical approach.....by not actually educating students, or their people of a n y t h i n g.
One culture is being taught something (good or bad)
While the other culture is being taught nothing (good and bad)
Thus there are two totally different approaches to pretty much the same situation.
Both method are a smidgey bit dangerous would you not agree?
Perhaps if we just approached out differences in the exact same way.....we'd have more to relate to and debate clearly about.....n'ah ....we're designed to be against something....it hardly matters what the target of our fear and aggravation is. Just that it is.
Plus it's quite difficult for any culture to fight the sheer extent of ignorance North America personifies.
It's like shoving a cloud.
So everyone in North America - get back to your ostrich heads-in-a-pockets favorite position...while everyone else celebrates the festivities of the New Year.
For all of you who have already blown your January 1st resolutions....here's another opportunity to try again.
There is so much more of what we've all know for centuries to yet be experienced without any hope of evolution, growth, maturation, common agreement or change. But we have Mr. heebie-G.B. Jr from Texas to thank for securing THAT future for us all and provoking everyone else in the world with his sheer un-coralled ignorance, but at least we could go forward experiencing such feeling healthier, getting out more, planting gardens and cultivating family ties.
Where ever there are human beings, there is hope and renewed strength in gathering that love and laughter might prevail where no one in power wished to ever see while they hold such position. So it to those uniquely wonderful defiant souls who strive to be their own selves - anywhere on this globe - that is in direct contrast to whoever their "leaders" are.
It is to those defiantly wonderful souls of every culture on this earth I extend my heartfelt wishes that they hold fast this good cheer, and keep these thoughts close always.
That's all this world has ever had...it is all of you who have brought us this far...let's just hope we always have enough of you to make our planet habitable for all of us who are the same - regardless of where we live.
We're so ready for spring, renewal, rejuvenation, goodies, treats, fun, energy and celebrations everywhere....we're tired of slogging. Time to smile and have fun again.
Why not !?!? can you give me a good reason why not!?!
No? Great. Now go on.
Enjoy your NoRouz
Now, do not mistake the year for it being the middle ages...cause it's not. Though it can seem as if we're in the dark ages everywhere we look.....a tiny corner of my dim brain just wants to believe that we're all just collectively 'conserving energy' by keeping the dimmer switch down low.....*....
Technically, it's 2567. Something to celebrate. Like; Hey ! people knew how to live without computers at some point!!
But it was in 1180, 1387 yrs ago, Islam was established...thus the new count.
Nothing like a religion to do the whole etch-e-sketch thing to a culture's history.
But it's being done all the time.
We are, not to poo poo on any one's party, but we are entering a brand new period of generation remodeling and reforming - in the text books being issued in Iran this week ....as told to us in our North American news - that was re-issued to create a "generation of Iranians to be "suspicious of anyone from the West""
Can't knock 'em...being from the West - even I know not to trust our self-centered-vile-and-ignorant-self-serving people and similar government...but we don't make a public fuss by recalling and re-issuing actual text books.
They way I see it, the difference in our systematic approach to the same fear-creating-program we're all undergoing, brought to you by both Governments is - while Iran is actively re-issuing school text books to influence young Farsi minds. America is taking the totally lame-brained lackadaisical approach.....by not actually educating students, or their people of a n y t h i n g.
One culture is being taught something (good or bad)
While the other culture is being taught nothing (good and bad)
Thus there are two totally different approaches to pretty much the same situation.
Both method are a smidgey bit dangerous would you not agree?
Perhaps if we just approached out differences in the exact same way.....we'd have more to relate to and debate clearly about.....n'ah ....we're designed to be against something....it hardly matters what the target of our fear and aggravation is. Just that it is.
Plus it's quite difficult for any culture to fight the sheer extent of ignorance North America personifies.
It's like shoving a cloud.
So everyone in North America - get back to your ostrich heads-in-a-pockets favorite position...while everyone else celebrates the festivities of the New Year.
For all of you who have already blown your January 1st resolutions....here's another opportunity to try again.
There is so much more of what we've all know for centuries to yet be experienced without any hope of evolution, growth, maturation, common agreement or change. But we have Mr. heebie-G.B. Jr from Texas to thank for securing THAT future for us all and provoking everyone else in the world with his sheer un-coralled ignorance, but at least we could go forward experiencing such feeling healthier, getting out more, planting gardens and cultivating family ties.
Where ever there are human beings, there is hope and renewed strength in gathering that love and laughter might prevail where no one in power wished to ever see while they hold such position. So it to those uniquely wonderful defiant souls who strive to be their own selves - anywhere on this globe - that is in direct contrast to whoever their "leaders" are.
It is to those defiantly wonderful souls of every culture on this earth I extend my heartfelt wishes that they hold fast this good cheer, and keep these thoughts close always.
That's all this world has ever had...it is all of you who have brought us this far...let's just hope we always have enough of you to make our planet habitable for all of us who are the same - regardless of where we live.
We're so ready for spring, renewal, rejuvenation, goodies, treats, fun, energy and celebrations everywhere....we're tired of slogging. Time to smile and have fun again.
Why not !?!? can you give me a good reason why not!?!
No? Great. Now go on.
Enjoy your NoRouz
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Fininity
To coin a new phrase...
The fininity is the finite aspect that ~is~ infernally eternal.
This is going to be brief to depict the brevity that is the fininity of the ~is~ that is.
In all that is, and all that happens, all that we experience, think, feel, notice, pick up on, observe, and process and filter through our rich, heavy tapestry that is our complex patterned fabric of ourselves on a daily / second-by-second basis, it's so easy to lose sight of the bigger picture.
And for all our griping / experiencing / going about our day to day things.....we just might lose sight of the fininity of each moment as we actually live and breathe them.
Simply be more conscious - where ever possible.
Be conscious of - be it for good or bad - each & every unique place we find ourselves, or with whom we have encountered for however long - however brief or for however long we shall know them,
Because everything is so finite. So short. So limited. So transient. So fleeting.
And when done and gone - it will be done & gone.
Be decent in every here and now, that you have, however awful it might be - you can hate it, but you can't say you aren't learning something - and that is, after all the only point and purpose to being here at all.
Know that everything is temporary. Everything is just for now, not forever.
Just learn how to live and enjoy each now.
Or lese you'll never know the moment truly and fully - and that would be a shame to lose - twice. First, in the moment, and then in the memory of it - because you never llived it originally. And you never get a second chance to live something properly a second time.
We all know everything else, but that which we need.
That's something we all need to learn how to achieve.
So, while we're all here in this world, why not appreciate every moment and person we meet or experience in whatever sense....cause our world too, is finite.
The fininity is the finite aspect that ~is~ infernally eternal.
This is going to be brief to depict the brevity that is the fininity of the ~is~ that is.
In all that is, and all that happens, all that we experience, think, feel, notice, pick up on, observe, and process and filter through our rich, heavy tapestry that is our complex patterned fabric of ourselves on a daily / second-by-second basis, it's so easy to lose sight of the bigger picture.
And for all our griping / experiencing / going about our day to day things.....we just might lose sight of the fininity of each moment as we actually live and breathe them.
Simply be more conscious - where ever possible.
Be conscious of - be it for good or bad - each & every unique place we find ourselves, or with whom we have encountered for however long - however brief or for however long we shall know them,
Because everything is so finite. So short. So limited. So transient. So fleeting.
And when done and gone - it will be done & gone.
Be decent in every here and now, that you have, however awful it might be - you can hate it, but you can't say you aren't learning something - and that is, after all the only point and purpose to being here at all.
Know that everything is temporary. Everything is just for now, not forever.
Just learn how to live and enjoy each now.
Or lese you'll never know the moment truly and fully - and that would be a shame to lose - twice. First, in the moment, and then in the memory of it - because you never llived it originally. And you never get a second chance to live something properly a second time.
We all know everything else, but that which we need.
That's something we all need to learn how to achieve.
So, while we're all here in this world, why not appreciate every moment and person we meet or experience in whatever sense....cause our world too, is finite.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Happy Lá ’le Pádraig or Lá Fhéile Pádraig
Try as I might, it's difficult to ignore this Irish day.
The irony of the monumental anti-environmental Chicago River being dyed green every year is simply staggering even before you have your first 22 Guinness beers.
Now that, is taking the piss...playing God.....having the power and no sense to change the already highly polluted chemical-ed up brown water to green?
Who do these Cathols think they are?!! tut tut
We St. Andrews people should try and repair such water damage and engineer some method to properly revert the water back to it's original reflective natural blue hue instead of all this boohoo liquid death we continue so ignorantly call water, of course we are forced to continue to use the archaic term water because the proper term for it hasn't been formally acknowledged let alone agreed upon, or passed by governments to be printed in our schools texts, because we're more hung up on the immoral question of using the word shite, but once we get over that verbal hurdle, we'll be able to formally use that term to define the state of the worlds current water supply.
Getting back to my bit of engineering idea, we should design a clean method of purification...and at no point will praying be a technique employed by real thinking minds. Nor will the use of dye...*....but actually filtering and rehabilitating the stuff...cause it's all we have...and these snow caps aren't naturally regenerating themselves like they used to, so when it goes....that's it...but I digress.
Where was I ?!! ah yes, Paddy cakes.
Ye Ole WELSH patron...made saint he was....of Ireland no less.
Did you know he was whisked away as a wee lad (true story) by "Irish Raiders" (as they are referred to) and kept as a slave in Ireland for 6 years, doing who-knows-what...ehm...oops. But finally escaped, and returned to his family - in Wales - to then do-as-he-was-told, and weave himself into the cloth of the church just as his pappy and grandpappy did before him, to then later return to Ireland as a missionary.....*.....
now here's the bit I always like, now I must get this right verbatim ((ehm))
but little is known about the places where he worked and no link can be made between Patrick and any church. (really) By the eighth century he had become the patron saint of Ireland. (miraculous) The Irish monastery system evolved (quite debatable) after the time of Patrick and the Irish church did not develop the diocesan model that Patrick and the other early missionaries had tried to establish.
and what would that be do you think? Religious elbow bends of green beer?
Ya gotta like the Catholic religion, and their flexibility, you can't eat fish certain times of the week/month year whenever we tell you...ehm...what? no food? okay, so you can eat fish now...how can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!?! wait...that's Floyd. But their insatiable need of juicy gossip is such they made it a formal requirement, to the point they installed confessionals before thinking of installing urinals how's THAT for priorities!
How could Roman Catholics not do well in Ireland?!?!
The Cathaholics are religous in their dedication...*....we're talking about real worship here.
It's all a bit OTT (over the top) wouldn't you say?
I always thought it a cruel and unusual bit if canny architecture to build Catholic churches and Irish pubs to look so similar. That's like camouflage to an already blind drunk staggering mind....unfair church practise I'd say....of course you're going to get someone stumbling in thinking they've arrived at the Goat & Arms.
oh my....me thinks I may have, possibly, offended everyone who's Irish and Catholic!
not yet!?
Alight, I said this earlier today, but will say it again just cause it's an oldie but a goody.
a wee Irish joke fer ya...
An Irish man walks out of a bar.
Were you expecting another miracle perhaps?
The irony of the monumental anti-environmental Chicago River being dyed green every year is simply staggering even before you have your first 22 Guinness beers.
Now that, is taking the piss...playing God.....having the power and no sense to change the already highly polluted chemical-ed up brown water to green?
Who do these Cathols think they are?!! tut tut
We St. Andrews people should try and repair such water damage and engineer some method to properly revert the water back to it's original reflective natural blue hue instead of all this boohoo liquid death we continue so ignorantly call water, of course we are forced to continue to use the archaic term water because the proper term for it hasn't been formally acknowledged let alone agreed upon, or passed by governments to be printed in our schools texts, because we're more hung up on the immoral question of using the word shite, but once we get over that verbal hurdle, we'll be able to formally use that term to define the state of the worlds current water supply.
Getting back to my bit of engineering idea, we should design a clean method of purification...and at no point will praying be a technique employed by real thinking minds. Nor will the use of dye...*....but actually filtering and rehabilitating the stuff...cause it's all we have...and these snow caps aren't naturally regenerating themselves like they used to, so when it goes....that's it...but I digress.
Where was I ?!! ah yes, Paddy cakes.
Ye Ole WELSH patron...made saint he was....of Ireland no less.
Did you know he was whisked away as a wee lad (true story) by "Irish Raiders" (as they are referred to) and kept as a slave in Ireland for 6 years, doing who-knows-what...ehm...oops. But finally escaped, and returned to his family - in Wales - to then do-as-he-was-told, and weave himself into the cloth of the church just as his pappy and grandpappy did before him, to then later return to Ireland as a missionary.....*.....
now here's the bit I always like, now I must get this right verbatim ((ehm))
but little is known about the places where he worked and no link can be made between Patrick and any church. (really) By the eighth century he had become the patron saint of Ireland. (miraculous) The Irish monastery system evolved (quite debatable) after the time of Patrick and the Irish church did not develop the diocesan model that Patrick and the other early missionaries had tried to establish.
and what would that be do you think? Religious elbow bends of green beer?
Ya gotta like the Catholic religion, and their flexibility, you can't eat fish certain times of the week/month year whenever we tell you...ehm...what? no food? okay, so you can eat fish now...how can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!?! wait...that's Floyd. But their insatiable need of juicy gossip is such they made it a formal requirement, to the point they installed confessionals before thinking of installing urinals how's THAT for priorities!
How could Roman Catholics not do well in Ireland?!?!
The Cathaholics are religous in their dedication...*....we're talking about real worship here.
It's all a bit OTT (over the top) wouldn't you say?
I always thought it a cruel and unusual bit if canny architecture to build Catholic churches and Irish pubs to look so similar. That's like camouflage to an already blind drunk staggering mind....unfair church practise I'd say....of course you're going to get someone stumbling in thinking they've arrived at the Goat & Arms.
oh my....me thinks I may have, possibly, offended everyone who's Irish and Catholic!
not yet!?
Alight, I said this earlier today, but will say it again just cause it's an oldie but a goody.
a wee Irish joke fer ya...
An Irish man walks out of a bar.
Were you expecting another miracle perhaps?
Sunday, March 16, 2008
What Came First? The Chicken or The Egg? The Thought or The knowledge?
It's always been a toss up ...a debate...a source of argument, but...
What came first?
The chicken?
or...
The the egg?
The inherent knowledge or the thought?
Fine squinty lines.
It's a strange concept, but I thought about this years ago, when I first set out on my voracious reading rampage.
Over time, I can genuinely say - in a weirdly unaccountable way, I already *knew*, of that which I found myself reading about well before I ever found it in my hands to read! True story of non-fiction there.
Boring. But true, but it was that, that sent me off reading things I couldn't possibly know...like science, physics, cosmology.
The first time I encountered this was when I found abook with a horrible title, and gawd-awful cover, but had potential when I read it's back cover saying it was philosophy gone topsy turvy:
The Wisdom of Insecurity by Alan Wilson Watts.
Literally the singular line / phrase in the entire condensed book I had not previously heard of or come to know was: "putting legs on a snake" But how cool is that ancient phrase?! ah what a great read?! Not one single new thing learned, but what a great sense of mind-blowing vindication that I have come to comprehend and know *all* that, which I had never heard anyone articulate in person, or in print prior. Truly necessary to come across for the vindication sense alone.
So what came first?
...it's more about who did what, and why, and how have we grown from seeing and discovering that bit of uniqueness?
In a world where we're all told to look and be and dress and behave and want the same things..it can only be the few freaks who step outside of all that who actually help to lead us on a bit.
So, if anyone ever asks me what came first the chicken or the egg?
I think I'll have to say the freak came first...and thus we were enabled to be - so thank your lucky stars for there being freaks among us ?? Non?!
I was actually stuck in traffic recently, behind a huge bulbous butted cube van / truck....I never saw along its side to know what on earth the truck actually carried or who he drove for, but the back door of the truck read:
Do not strive to be like everyone else - you were born to be unique'
whoa....now....just think on that for a mo' ...or 30 mo's if you're going in the same direction as that truck.
Is it just me and all the car exhaust fumes I had to have breathed ?!
But what a great sentimental statement to ever come across...you can read all the philosophy, but sometimes, it takes a truck to remind you of the simple little things.
Strive to be your unique selves my friends....it's what the world needs...so go to it..it's what you're here to do & be!
So...on you go!
Don't look to anyone else!!
No pressure but......the world needs ya !!
So freak us all out...we're lookin' to you kid.
Whatcha got?!
What came first?
The chicken?
or...
The the egg?
The inherent knowledge or the thought?
Fine squinty lines.
It's a strange concept, but I thought about this years ago, when I first set out on my voracious reading rampage.
Over time, I can genuinely say - in a weirdly unaccountable way, I already *knew*, of that which I found myself reading about well before I ever found it in my hands to read! True story of non-fiction there.
Boring. But true, but it was that, that sent me off reading things I couldn't possibly know...like science, physics, cosmology.
The first time I encountered this was when I found abook with a horrible title, and gawd-awful cover, but had potential when I read it's back cover saying it was philosophy gone topsy turvy:
The Wisdom of Insecurity by Alan Wilson Watts.
Literally the singular line / phrase in the entire condensed book I had not previously heard of or come to know was: "putting legs on a snake" But how cool is that ancient phrase?! ah what a great read?! Not one single new thing learned, but what a great sense of mind-blowing vindication that I have come to comprehend and know *all* that, which I had never heard anyone articulate in person, or in print prior. Truly necessary to come across for the vindication sense alone.
So what came first?
I think the thinker comes first, then the action-talk man, then the one who put the concepts or theories in play.
Life requires many types....it's got little to do with who-came-first?!?
Life requires many types....it's got little to do with who-came-first?!?
...it's more about who did what, and why, and how have we grown from seeing and discovering that bit of uniqueness?
In a world where we're all told to look and be and dress and behave and want the same things..it can only be the few freaks who step outside of all that who actually help to lead us on a bit.
So, if anyone ever asks me what came first the chicken or the egg?
I think I'll have to say the freak came first...and thus we were enabled to be - so thank your lucky stars for there being freaks among us ?? Non?!
I was actually stuck in traffic recently, behind a huge bulbous butted cube van / truck....I never saw along its side to know what on earth the truck actually carried or who he drove for, but the back door of the truck read:
Do not strive to be like everyone else - you were born to be unique'
whoa....now....just think on that for a mo' ...or 30 mo's if you're going in the same direction as that truck.
Is it just me and all the car exhaust fumes I had to have breathed ?!
But what a great sentimental statement to ever come across...you can read all the philosophy, but sometimes, it takes a truck to remind you of the simple little things.
Strive to be your unique selves my friends....it's what the world needs...so go to it..it's what you're here to do & be!
So...on you go!
Don't look to anyone else!!
No pressure but......the world needs ya !!
So freak us all out...we're lookin' to you kid.
Whatcha got?!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Fly Fishing with Max Ehrmann
Max Ehrmann wrote the Desiderata whenever ago*+;...
(I am soooooo NOT a stickler for details)
You know the Desiderata, it's that thing that starts off - GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste and remember what peace there my be silence etc. yadda blah
Now. Call me crazy, but there are a lot of things in there just don't sit well with me.
Is it just me?!?
The way I see, hear and read it is - even in his attempt to remind people to look-to-the-good-and-not-to-or-directly-at-others, and to, well pretty much just accept this crazy crappy miserable life as if ain't nothing can be done about it kind of thing.
I dunno....*....maybe I'm an eeedjit of a "Hopefullist"...which is not an optimist, nor an idealist....just a hopefullist.
But he kind of comes across like he's letting a lot of people down when they read his anti-uplifting words.
I won't go line for line, cause well, I'm tired, drained, depleted and/or, yes, lazy, not to mention there are too many lines, but also because then I'd be just as guilty of not saying anything uplifting. (spoiler alert: I'll be just as guilty)
Read his Desiderata and you tell me how far off the mark I am.
He pretty much starts off saying that which sounds like it's going to blow all the cobwebs out of one's dusty head with perfect words that could-be-great and will inspire you to change your life, but then retracts his very words within the same line.
It's an amazing bit of literary-fly-fish-casting he does. Spectacular work of art.
And, not unlike fly fishing itself, something I'd put in the category of: spectator sport.
Not something I would like to actually spend my time doing. His words are like fishhooks in your brain - they hurt !
Par examplement Max says: As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
What Fi sees: Yep. People. Here we go, let us descend into his words...Do NOT even consider trying to be, or give a bit more than you coulda woulda or shoulda...he's saying there are limits to kindness and quite frankly, you don't have to take one iota of a step in a more generous direction. As for the good terms...forget emotion...don't think or feel anything...just be civil and remain drum tight. Every minute is a cold business transaction that we ought to get a tax deductible receipt for. That's right, stay right where you are and we, the remote & distant, will consider that you did right by not doing, giving or being so much as a better, nicer, warmer, more civil person than you need to be. No need to bother.
Next line: ...listen to others, even the dull and ignorant they too have their story.
What Fi sees: where do I even begin with that?! what a horrible statement in and of itself, of course I get the gist, but C'MON PEOPLE we allllllllll get the gist...what's say we do a wee bitty more than just get-the-gist? And why couldn't he have just rephrased the same gist without reducing people?! I give him credit for using the word TOO in his line...which at least acknowledges that he too knows he's AS dull and ignorant as those he's speaking poorly of.
What's say we try, just once....but never stop...and actually live and walk the words on an every-living-breathing-moment basis TO SUCH A DEGREE, we ascend epistemological mindsets & although we will always come from our unique differences (?!?!) we might yet all agree to see that we it's not about power, wealth,class systems, lots, or caste.
There are only two kinds of people on this earth. There have only ever been two kinds of people on earth...but I will hold our and hope that we all become the same kind despite or because of our differences.
There are: the kind, decent, gentle, generous and loving kind. And those unkind kind who have decided to NOT be kind.
Because regardless of every reasons under the sun - we are always only ever living and breathing one second at an ever changing time, and in this second we are always deciding what we will, or will not do, thus: how we will, or will not be.
Getting back to Max's dull and ignorant line of same description, as I would look to the one who puts that description out there, and read that to describe the character putting it forth. But did he not effectively prove he is/was not caring, or interested in finding out something interesting within or about whom he just wrote off....too busy deciding not to??
Well, I'd venture to say that does not mean the other person (being written off) is as bad as all that as another professes them to be.
Who's to say anything? And if it ain't nice, don't say anything at all. An old adage, to be sure, but a goody.
What if, instead of looking upon our fellow fellows and assume (cause we do not know) they are dull and ignorant,and in that stead we:
(a) perceived all people are centuries in the making, a work in progress not entirely complete so don't judge
(b) we acknowledge the profundity that we are alllllllll deep, sensitive, perceptive & inherently knowing (some just chose to stomp on others, and perhaps they do cause they know they are feeble in more ways than other are ; ) woops - but I was talking about the heart & face stompers among us.
(c) don't just "practise" this...but perfect it.
And those simple different actions and beliefs would result in a different world..or am I crazy?!
That might just get to continue this work in progress a bit longer than the current trajectory we're on.
Don't try and be nice.
Be nice.
(and in doing so you'll be a better Max than Max was in his Desiderata)
AUGH = : o
I can't believe I just said that!! I went completely off the map there!! ((giggle))
Sorry Max...to err is human Mr. Ehrmann
(I am soooooo NOT a stickler for details)
You know the Desiderata, it's that thing that starts off - GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste and remember what peace there my be silence etc. yadda blah
Now. Call me crazy, but there are a lot of things in there just don't sit well with me.
Is it just me?!?
The way I see, hear and read it is - even in his attempt to remind people to look-to-the-good-and-not-to-or-directly-at-others, and to, well pretty much just accept this crazy crappy miserable life as if ain't nothing can be done about it kind of thing.
I dunno....*....maybe I'm an eeedjit of a "Hopefullist"...which is not an optimist, nor an idealist....just a hopefullist.
But he kind of comes across like he's letting a lot of people down when they read his anti-uplifting words.
I won't go line for line, cause well, I'm tired, drained, depleted and/or, yes, lazy, not to mention there are too many lines, but also because then I'd be just as guilty of not saying anything uplifting. (spoiler alert: I'll be just as guilty)
Read his Desiderata and you tell me how far off the mark I am.
He pretty much starts off saying that which sounds like it's going to blow all the cobwebs out of one's dusty head with perfect words that could-be-great and will inspire you to change your life, but then retracts his very words within the same line.
It's an amazing bit of literary-fly-fish-casting he does. Spectacular work of art.
And, not unlike fly fishing itself, something I'd put in the category of: spectator sport.
Not something I would like to actually spend my time doing. His words are like fishhooks in your brain - they hurt !
Par examplement Max says: As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
What Fi sees: Yep. People. Here we go, let us descend into his words...Do NOT even consider trying to be, or give a bit more than you coulda woulda or shoulda...he's saying there are limits to kindness and quite frankly, you don't have to take one iota of a step in a more generous direction. As for the good terms...forget emotion...don't think or feel anything...just be civil and remain drum tight. Every minute is a cold business transaction that we ought to get a tax deductible receipt for. That's right, stay right where you are and we, the remote & distant, will consider that you did right by not doing, giving or being so much as a better, nicer, warmer, more civil person than you need to be. No need to bother.
Next line: ...listen to others, even the dull and ignorant they too have their story.
What Fi sees: where do I even begin with that?! what a horrible statement in and of itself, of course I get the gist, but C'MON PEOPLE we allllllllll get the gist...what's say we do a wee bitty more than just get-the-gist? And why couldn't he have just rephrased the same gist without reducing people?! I give him credit for using the word TOO in his line...which at least acknowledges that he too knows he's AS dull and ignorant as those he's speaking poorly of.
What's say we try, just once....but never stop...and actually live and walk the words on an every-living-breathing-moment basis TO SUCH A DEGREE, we ascend epistemological mindsets & although we will always come from our unique differences (?!?!) we might yet all agree to see that we it's not about power, wealth,class systems, lots, or caste.
There are only two kinds of people on this earth. There have only ever been two kinds of people on earth...but I will hold our and hope that we all become the same kind despite or because of our differences.
There are: the kind, decent, gentle, generous and loving kind. And those unkind kind who have decided to NOT be kind.
Because regardless of every reasons under the sun - we are always only ever living and breathing one second at an ever changing time, and in this second we are always deciding what we will, or will not do, thus: how we will, or will not be.
Getting back to Max's dull and ignorant line of same description, as I would look to the one who puts that description out there, and read that to describe the character putting it forth. But did he not effectively prove he is/was not caring, or interested in finding out something interesting within or about whom he just wrote off....too busy deciding not to??
Well, I'd venture to say that does not mean the other person (being written off) is as bad as all that as another professes them to be.
Who's to say anything? And if it ain't nice, don't say anything at all. An old adage, to be sure, but a goody.
What if, instead of looking upon our fellow fellows and assume (cause we do not know) they are dull and ignorant,and in that stead we:
(a) perceived all people are centuries in the making, a work in progress not entirely complete so don't judge
(b) we acknowledge the profundity that we are alllllllll deep, sensitive, perceptive & inherently knowing (some just chose to stomp on others, and perhaps they do cause they know they are feeble in more ways than other are ; ) woops - but I was talking about the heart & face stompers among us.
(c) don't just "practise" this...but perfect it.
And those simple different actions and beliefs would result in a different world..or am I crazy?!
That might just get to continue this work in progress a bit longer than the current trajectory we're on.
Don't try and be nice.
Be nice.
(and in doing so you'll be a better Max than Max was in his Desiderata)
AUGH = : o
I can't believe I just said that!! I went completely off the map there!! ((giggle))
Sorry Max...to err is human Mr. Ehrmann
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