Which is where i am while the bike is repaired, yup, by me.
A second spark plug hole is stripped, entirely my own fault i guess, just bloody annoying. So between work, i've got some to do, and studying, can't get the info in fast enough, and cleaning the insides of a bike, i have enough to do.
Added to that it's school holidays, so i have 2 kids home with me today.
A walk to the shopping centre later, i need a mousetrap (a big one) and some scraper blades. It's all misty outside, my favourite walking weather, great days are made from days like these. Well not great, but the best sort i think :)
peace and love
Monday, 28 March 2011
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Supermoon Pics
Flikr Photos
Above is a shortcut to a search on Flikr of all the uploaded images fro "Supermoon" from around the world.
Just browse, some gorgeous images there.
Above is a shortcut to a search on Flikr of all the uploaded images fro "Supermoon" from around the world.
Just browse, some gorgeous images there.
Monday, 21 March 2011
Neurofeedback Defined
http://www.neurofeedbackdefined.com/members.htmlFound via the main page at: http://noosphere.princeton.edu/index.html otherwise known as the The Global Consciousness Project, the shortcut is called: globalbrainpainting.
Awesome!
Friday, 18 March 2011
Happy moony!!
Well here's something that is entirely natural, beautiful, and interesting all at the same time: The Lunar Perigee.
Go have a look here, it says that the difference in apparent size between perigee and apogee is as much as 12%! Quite a bit when you think of it.
I don't know what, if any, affects it would bring, there is a LOT we could discuss and theorise about that, but hey, as a lunatic this makes my day! ... erm NIGHT :D
peace and love
Go have a look here, it says that the difference in apparent size between perigee and apogee is as much as 12%! Quite a bit when you think of it.
I don't know what, if any, affects it would bring, there is a LOT we could discuss and theorise about that, but hey, as a lunatic this makes my day! ... erm NIGHT :D
peace and love
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Going Nuclear
I hate to be the one to break this to you, but about Japan's Fukushima power facility?
Japan has told the UN nuclear watchdog a spent fuel storage pond was on fire at an earthquake-stricken reactor and radioactivity was being released "directly" into the atmosphere, the Vienna-based agency said.
The International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA), citing information it had received from Japanese authorities, said dose rates of up to 400 millisievert per hour have been reported at the Fukushima power plant site.
"The Japanese authorities are saying that there is a possibility that the fire was caused by a hydrogen explosion," it said in a statement.
“That would be like Chernobyl on steroids,” said Arnie Gundersen, a nuclear engineer at Fairewinds Associates and a member of the public oversight panel for the Vermont Yankee nuclear plant, which is identical to the Fukushima Daiichi unit 1.
People familiar with the plant said there are seven spent fuel pools at Fukushima Daiichi, many of them densely packed.
Gundersen said the unit 1 pool could have as much as 20 years of spent fuel rods, which are still radioactive.
ALSO:
Fissionability of cooling ponds:
The threat of a fission explosion at the Fukushima power facility emerged today when the roof of the number three reactor exploded and fears that a spent fuel pool, located over the reactor, has been compromised. The pool, designed to allow reactor fuel to cool off for several years, was constructed on top of the Fukushima reactors instead of underground. As of 2010, there were 3450 fuel assemblies in the pool at the number three reactor. The destruction of the number three reactor building has experts concerned about whether the spent fuel storage pool, which sits just below the roof, could have survived intact the hydrogen explosion. The explosion was much more severe than Saturday’s blast at the number one reactor.
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According to Albert Donnay, a former nuclear engineer, “This means the common pool is now full of radioactive and corrosive seawater that will cause the fuel assemblies to fail and burst open, as they are doing inside the reactor cores that have been deliberately flooded with seawater. If the pool drains or boils away, the fuel will melt, burn and even possibly explode if the fuel collapses into a sufficiently critical mass.”
This may explain why the Japanese government began adding boric acid to the reactor spent fuel pools at the facility shortly after the earthquake and tidal wave.
“If those solutions – the sea water and the boric acid – don’t work, there are no more arrows in the quiver. They have shot everything they have, they have run out of options and there is nothing left.”
AND:
The problem is if the spent fuel gets too close, they will produce a fission reaction and explode with a force much larger than any fission bomb given the total amount of fuel on the site. All the fuel in all the reactors and all the storage pools at this site (1760 tons of Uranium per slide #4) would be consumed in such a mega-explosion. In comparison, Fat Man and Little Boy weapons dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki contained less than a hundred pounds each of fissile material.
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Don't panic or anything, it's North America that should panic, and Japan i guess. But with the Japanese market imploding, and the US not far behind, the implications of this are going to be PROFOUND. Food stortages, towards the end of this year for US IN SOUTH AFRICA.
Peace and love
Japan has told the UN nuclear watchdog a spent fuel storage pond was on fire at an earthquake-stricken reactor and radioactivity was being released "directly" into the atmosphere, the Vienna-based agency said.
The International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA), citing information it had received from Japanese authorities, said dose rates of up to 400 millisievert per hour have been reported at the Fukushima power plant site.
"The Japanese authorities are saying that there is a possibility that the fire was caused by a hydrogen explosion," it said in a statement.
“That would be like Chernobyl on steroids,” said Arnie Gundersen, a nuclear engineer at Fairewinds Associates and a member of the public oversight panel for the Vermont Yankee nuclear plant, which is identical to the Fukushima Daiichi unit 1.
People familiar with the plant said there are seven spent fuel pools at Fukushima Daiichi, many of them densely packed.
Gundersen said the unit 1 pool could have as much as 20 years of spent fuel rods, which are still radioactive.
ALSO:
Fissionability of cooling ponds:
The threat of a fission explosion at the Fukushima power facility emerged today when the roof of the number three reactor exploded and fears that a spent fuel pool, located over the reactor, has been compromised. The pool, designed to allow reactor fuel to cool off for several years, was constructed on top of the Fukushima reactors instead of underground. As of 2010, there were 3450 fuel assemblies in the pool at the number three reactor. The destruction of the number three reactor building has experts concerned about whether the spent fuel storage pool, which sits just below the roof, could have survived intact the hydrogen explosion. The explosion was much more severe than Saturday’s blast at the number one reactor.
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According to Albert Donnay, a former nuclear engineer, “This means the common pool is now full of radioactive and corrosive seawater that will cause the fuel assemblies to fail and burst open, as they are doing inside the reactor cores that have been deliberately flooded with seawater. If the pool drains or boils away, the fuel will melt, burn and even possibly explode if the fuel collapses into a sufficiently critical mass.”
This may explain why the Japanese government began adding boric acid to the reactor spent fuel pools at the facility shortly after the earthquake and tidal wave.
“If those solutions – the sea water and the boric acid – don’t work, there are no more arrows in the quiver. They have shot everything they have, they have run out of options and there is nothing left.”
AND:
The problem is if the spent fuel gets too close, they will produce a fission reaction and explode with a force much larger than any fission bomb given the total amount of fuel on the site. All the fuel in all the reactors and all the storage pools at this site (1760 tons of Uranium per slide #4) would be consumed in such a mega-explosion. In comparison, Fat Man and Little Boy weapons dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki contained less than a hundred pounds each of fissile material.
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Don't panic or anything, it's North America that should panic, and Japan i guess. But with the Japanese market imploding, and the US not far behind, the implications of this are going to be PROFOUND. Food stortages, towards the end of this year for US IN SOUTH AFRICA.
Peace and love
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Bad moon rising
Well we know about the coming supermoon, and the opposition of Jupiter and Saturn, but my heart goes out to the people of Japan right now. The footage and news is mind-numbing.
The footage of the tsunami is ... i'm gobsmacked. I believe a nuclear plant is leaking radiation into the jetstream, so the japanese and US west coast are going to have radiation sickness soon.
Volcanoes all over the Pacific ring of Fire are blowing their lids, and apparently the seismic waves went around the planet 4 times.
This is all just very unsettling. Interesting times indeed.
The footage of the tsunami is ... i'm gobsmacked. I believe a nuclear plant is leaking radiation into the jetstream, so the japanese and US west coast are going to have radiation sickness soon.
Volcanoes all over the Pacific ring of Fire are blowing their lids, and apparently the seismic waves went around the planet 4 times.
This is all just very unsettling. Interesting times indeed.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
YOU FUCKING PANSIES
NEWS24
Eighty-six percent of Gauteng motorists are not willing to pay the proposed toll fees, a survey released on Thursday has found.
The survey, by marketing research company Synovate, showed that only 10% of motorists were willing to pay the proposed rate of 66 cents a kilometre, while four percent were undecided.
Spokesperson Roger Gibbs said 69% of Gauteng motorists were happy to pay to use the toll roads provided the amount was significantly reduced.
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Well, my fellow cizitens, gautengers, vaalies, mine dump dwellers, whatever-the-fuck you call yourselves these days.
You bunch of gutless, brainless, spineless, cowering TURDS. Fuck you all, you are going to deserve what you get. Fucking retards.
*spit*
Oh please sir, we want to pay less. Like fucking children. Never mind that you'll be paying for something that was STOLEN from you. It's ok, all of you can go vote DA, and bullshit yourselves that the world is a better place because of it.
Eighty-six percent of Gauteng motorists are not willing to pay the proposed toll fees, a survey released on Thursday has found.
The survey, by marketing research company Synovate, showed that only 10% of motorists were willing to pay the proposed rate of 66 cents a kilometre, while four percent were undecided.
Spokesperson Roger Gibbs said 69% of Gauteng motorists were happy to pay to use the toll roads provided the amount was significantly reduced.
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Well, my fellow cizitens, gautengers, vaalies, mine dump dwellers, whatever-the-fuck you call yourselves these days.
You bunch of gutless, brainless, spineless, cowering TURDS. Fuck you all, you are going to deserve what you get. Fucking retards.
*spit*
Oh please sir, we want to pay less. Like fucking children. Never mind that you'll be paying for something that was STOLEN from you. It's ok, all of you can go vote DA, and bullshit yourselves that the world is a better place because of it.
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Police have 'lost' 20 429 weapons
Cape Town - The police force admitted on Tuesday that a lack of discipline and weapon control was "worrying", after it came to light that police had "lost" 20 429 weapons since April 2004.
Top management couldn't say in Parliament on Tuesday how many officials had been criminally prosecuted, disciplined or fired due to the losses.
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"The Firearms Control Act puts a huge responsibility on citizens but an official can lose one weapon, a second and a third weapon and still keep his firearm licence. But if I lose my weapon, it is another matter," said Annelize van Wyk of the ANC.
She said the conditions were much stricter for civilians than for police officials. "If you take into account all the losses, police are responsible for the increase in illegal firearms."
WHAT
THE
FUCK
????
Top management couldn't say in Parliament on Tuesday how many officials had been criminally prosecuted, disciplined or fired due to the losses.
...
"The Firearms Control Act puts a huge responsibility on citizens but an official can lose one weapon, a second and a third weapon and still keep his firearm licence. But if I lose my weapon, it is another matter," said Annelize van Wyk of the ANC.
She said the conditions were much stricter for civilians than for police officials. "If you take into account all the losses, police are responsible for the increase in illegal firearms."
WHAT
THE
FUCK
????
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Western Cape Grows Hemp
From: IOL
A plan to establish and develop a hemp industry in the Western Cape has been given an enthusiastic thumbs-up by the city’s economic development and tourism portfolio committee.
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After Budden’s presentation, chairman Pat Hill confirmed that the committee supported – “with some enthusiasm” – Hemporium’s plan to apply for a licence to grow hemp commercially.
Budden said the Western Cape was the ideal place to cultivate hemp crops. However, he said the country was being left behind in the wake of other countries that were already reaping the commercial, social and ecological rewards of industrial hemp production.
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While a sceptical Koos Bredenhand, of the ANC, initially put Budden through his paces, he was apparently won over after being shown raw hemp products, one of which he declared to be “beautiful”.
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With the support of the city, Hemporium will now attempt to obtain the necessary permits for local hemp production. - Cape Argus
www.hemporium.com/
Mr Tony Budden (?!) We salute you!!!
:)
A plan to establish and develop a hemp industry in the Western Cape has been given an enthusiastic thumbs-up by the city’s economic development and tourism portfolio committee.
...
After Budden’s presentation, chairman Pat Hill confirmed that the committee supported – “with some enthusiasm” – Hemporium’s plan to apply for a licence to grow hemp commercially.
Budden said the Western Cape was the ideal place to cultivate hemp crops. However, he said the country was being left behind in the wake of other countries that were already reaping the commercial, social and ecological rewards of industrial hemp production.
...
While a sceptical Koos Bredenhand, of the ANC, initially put Budden through his paces, he was apparently won over after being shown raw hemp products, one of which he declared to be “beautiful”.
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With the support of the city, Hemporium will now attempt to obtain the necessary permits for local hemp production. - Cape Argus
www.hemporium.com/
Mr Tony Budden (?!) We salute you!!!
:)
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Constitution
How's yours? Mine needs a little work i discovered. You see, the constitution has been set up as the massive over riding foundation stone for everything that occurs in our society. We are society, all of us, and supposedly despite any differences we have, the CONSTITUTION OF THE REPUBLIC OF SOUTH AFRICA is our common banner.
So what is a constitution? It is a declaration of principles as given by a corporation. Pretty much. It is applicable to members of that corporation by their consent and for their benefit. So, if the benefits cease, consent can be revoked. The thing is, any and all contracts are voluntary, they can be no other way. Any and all contracts need to be an agreement between 2 parties with full disclosure and a meeting of the minds ... that's all perfectly logical and reasonable.
So what about this citizenship thing, is that a contract too? Absolutely, and even better they did not offer full disclosure, so you may, at any point, cancel the membership. This is quite a novel concept i think, certainly not one i had thought about before now, but given the circumstances i can think of nothing more urgent, appropriate nor enjoyable than to hand in my resignation to "society" and get on with my life, and a society of my choosing, consisting of family and friends and neighbours, who right now, are less part of my life than a bunch of beaurocrats who operate entirely in a fictional world.
We of the 21st century are well versed in fiction, to the extent that the reality of your immediate place and time becomes secondary to what happened on the soapy last night, or what the upcoming blockbuster movie is about, or even the vileness that is gaga ... these fictions are given more reality than the clouds and eartgh and sky that has been real for aeons, and will continue to be real for aeons more, after mankind loses his childish thoughts.
Sadly reality has been sorely neglected, and requires great effort to restore it to a semblance of acceptable. But waking people from slumber is difficult when they are having pleasant dreams, or even when they are having unpleasant ones. The dream is real and more urgent.
I got to work this morning, having negotiated the heat and dust and noise and aggro of the morning madness, and went onto our balcony outside for a ciggy and coffee. Like a bursting balloon the tension popped, with my racing mind suddenly confronted with a wall of trees before me, and a myriad gay birds flitting this way and that, calling out their wonderful songs. Of course i, great human, am on my arse before an electromagnetic radiation generator, under neon lights and in a cubicle, but the real world is only a few steps away, and available once an hour on good behaviour.
ROFLMAO!!!
The constitution is a sales brochure, no more and no less. It's a glossy magazine with an attractive island paradise on its cover, and page after page of alluring glamour and grace. you cannot read it without feeling that preprogrammed nationalistic balloon swelling inside you, causing you to do stupid things like join in and sing kumbaya. Of course as soon as you've signed, you get overcharged, given the runaround for various medical, financial and other reasons, put on a plane that reminds you of the old war movies, and bombers limping home, dropped into a back alley in the smelly part of a town that is 100 miles from the ocean, and about 50 miles from any toilet. I could go on, i'm enjoying myself, but you get the idea. And every time you phone to complain they refer you to the sales manual, and accompanying agreement you signed, and how you honestly should be more grateful.
Our holiday ... government ... society is like the story above: broken, utterly beyond redemption. I want my money back ... i want to go home, my home, where it's warm and comfortable and i can have a cup of tea whenever i want. So i'm reading the sales stuff, and agreements, and they lied to me, to you too for that. I'm cashing out, i have that choice and so do you. Of course, you can't walk out the casino with their tokens, they're worthless out there, and they aren't going to help you in taking your cash out their establishment, they'd rather you lost everything and went to your home which is now indebted too. makes for great business and even better entertainment.
But, i'm the customer, the real source, the human being flesh and blood. I am not a gaming chip, i am not a croupier, i am not security or management, i'm the man with the money.
So what is a constitution? It is a declaration of principles as given by a corporation. Pretty much. It is applicable to members of that corporation by their consent and for their benefit. So, if the benefits cease, consent can be revoked. The thing is, any and all contracts are voluntary, they can be no other way. Any and all contracts need to be an agreement between 2 parties with full disclosure and a meeting of the minds ... that's all perfectly logical and reasonable.
So what about this citizenship thing, is that a contract too? Absolutely, and even better they did not offer full disclosure, so you may, at any point, cancel the membership. This is quite a novel concept i think, certainly not one i had thought about before now, but given the circumstances i can think of nothing more urgent, appropriate nor enjoyable than to hand in my resignation to "society" and get on with my life, and a society of my choosing, consisting of family and friends and neighbours, who right now, are less part of my life than a bunch of beaurocrats who operate entirely in a fictional world.
We of the 21st century are well versed in fiction, to the extent that the reality of your immediate place and time becomes secondary to what happened on the soapy last night, or what the upcoming blockbuster movie is about, or even the vileness that is gaga ... these fictions are given more reality than the clouds and eartgh and sky that has been real for aeons, and will continue to be real for aeons more, after mankind loses his childish thoughts.
Sadly reality has been sorely neglected, and requires great effort to restore it to a semblance of acceptable. But waking people from slumber is difficult when they are having pleasant dreams, or even when they are having unpleasant ones. The dream is real and more urgent.
I got to work this morning, having negotiated the heat and dust and noise and aggro of the morning madness, and went onto our balcony outside for a ciggy and coffee. Like a bursting balloon the tension popped, with my racing mind suddenly confronted with a wall of trees before me, and a myriad gay birds flitting this way and that, calling out their wonderful songs. Of course i, great human, am on my arse before an electromagnetic radiation generator, under neon lights and in a cubicle, but the real world is only a few steps away, and available once an hour on good behaviour.
ROFLMAO!!!
The constitution is a sales brochure, no more and no less. It's a glossy magazine with an attractive island paradise on its cover, and page after page of alluring glamour and grace. you cannot read it without feeling that preprogrammed nationalistic balloon swelling inside you, causing you to do stupid things like join in and sing kumbaya. Of course as soon as you've signed, you get overcharged, given the runaround for various medical, financial and other reasons, put on a plane that reminds you of the old war movies, and bombers limping home, dropped into a back alley in the smelly part of a town that is 100 miles from the ocean, and about 50 miles from any toilet. I could go on, i'm enjoying myself, but you get the idea. And every time you phone to complain they refer you to the sales manual, and accompanying agreement you signed, and how you honestly should be more grateful.
Our holiday ... government ... society is like the story above: broken, utterly beyond redemption. I want my money back ... i want to go home, my home, where it's warm and comfortable and i can have a cup of tea whenever i want. So i'm reading the sales stuff, and agreements, and they lied to me, to you too for that. I'm cashing out, i have that choice and so do you. Of course, you can't walk out the casino with their tokens, they're worthless out there, and they aren't going to help you in taking your cash out their establishment, they'd rather you lost everything and went to your home which is now indebted too. makes for great business and even better entertainment.
But, i'm the customer, the real source, the human being flesh and blood. I am not a gaming chip, i am not a croupier, i am not security or management, i'm the man with the money.
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Faust
Mephisto:
All right. But do not plague yourself too anxiously;
For just where no ideas are
The proper word is never far.
With words a dispute can be won,
With words a system can be spun,
In words one can believe unshaken,
And from a word no tittle can be taken.
(Goethe's Faust, Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (Author), Walter Kaufmann (Translator,),pp.204-205)
All right. But do not plague yourself too anxiously;
For just where no ideas are
The proper word is never far.
With words a dispute can be won,
With words a system can be spun,
In words one can believe unshaken,
And from a word no tittle can be taken.
(Goethe's Faust, Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (Author), Walter Kaufmann (Translator,),pp.204-205)
Maria Aguinda
RUMIPAMBA, Ecuador (AFP) – She has no legal training, and doesn't speak the Spanish that dominates government in Quito but indigenous villager Maria Aguinda helped bring a landmark judgment against US oil giant Chevron for polluting the rain forest she calls home.
The diminutive grandmother whose modest home sits near marshes clogged for decades in sticky oil has been at the heart of the David-and-Goliath case, and spoke out after Chevron was slapped last week with a $9.5-billion fine, among the heaviest ever handed down for environmental damage.
"Before I die they have to pay me for the dead animals, and for what they did to the river, and the water and the earth," the 61-year-old Aguinda told AFP at her home in Rumipamba, a town in remote Orellana province where pollution caused by 30 years of oil drilling and petroleum accidents had become a sad fact of life.
The diminutive grandmother whose modest home sits near marshes clogged for decades in sticky oil has been at the heart of the David-and-Goliath case, and spoke out after Chevron was slapped last week with a $9.5-billion fine, among the heaviest ever handed down for environmental damage.
"Before I die they have to pay me for the dead animals, and for what they did to the river, and the water and the earth," the 61-year-old Aguinda told AFP at her home in Rumipamba, a town in remote Orellana province where pollution caused by 30 years of oil drilling and petroleum accidents had become a sad fact of life.
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
I under stand
For the first time in my life i've had a true epiphany, a lightening bolt of illumination that sets the entire landscape into bright white light. The landscape is the world around us, not so much the physical, but the surreal world that overlays all of our actions, thoughts and plans.
I under stand how money works, around the world and around us. I under stand how i am liable for all the bad things in society, how i give consent, frequently and emphatically to the powers that be, in our case the wonderful ANC. I under stand how they rule, what they need to continue, and how it is i who give them that. I under stand the source of their power, their weakness, and their bounds. I under stand how to say NO, fully, and finally, and to at last, after 33 turns of our pretty roundabout, how to regain my honour.
In my life, i have 3 main areas of operation:
physical
emotional
mental
and i have been struggling with the highest of these for a very long time, trying to reconcile the confusion of our times, and my own life. What astonishment that it is at the PHYSICAL where i must most urgently apply myself, that my emotional and mental well being is intrinsically dependant on my physical actions and statements.
Not so suggest that i have been negligent in the physical, i keep good hygiene, eat well, visit doctors when necessary, and so on. That's not it. I have silently accepted the world for what it is, with the humble intent of trying to under stand it, as well as abide by the rules in the world.
There's always been an assumption in our society, that the human instinct is to self destruction, but i have always taken issue with that, as most "normal" people i know would never hurt anyone unless forced. So why is this planet so badly messed? Blaming people is easy, explaining the whys and hows less so. In fact, there seems to exist contradictions in our society that are not logical, reasonable, moral or anything else of value in any way. There's a WILDCARD out there, working tirelessly against my own personal ambition of a happy, healthy family and lifestyle. We know this, and pointing a finger at "money" or "government" is easy enough, we KNOW it's them, but we cannot show how, and their entreaties to "pay our debts", "do our duty" and "follow the laws" only serve to re-inforce the confusion.
Like the TV license adverts: "it's the right thing to do". No it's not. It's the legal thing to do. If you don't you will be subjected to all the horrors they can muster, from debt councelling, blacklisting, court ordered deductions from your wages, and imprisonment ... all this for not giving them money for something they have given you whether you want it or not, a cancerous VHF signal of electronic garbage. That CANNOT be "right" under any reasonable scenario. But they do it, and are literally getting away with it.
So i stand, and choose where i stand. No longer can i sit and watch, i said this at the turn of the year, and it is taking shape and form and substance of it's own volition. THERE IS HOPE.
So i have been quiet, apologies to my frequent visitors, but i will make it up to you i promise, not with words or pictures, but statements of fact and proof. That's my story for the day, and i'm sticking to it.
peace and love
I under stand how money works, around the world and around us. I under stand how i am liable for all the bad things in society, how i give consent, frequently and emphatically to the powers that be, in our case the wonderful ANC. I under stand how they rule, what they need to continue, and how it is i who give them that. I under stand the source of their power, their weakness, and their bounds. I under stand how to say NO, fully, and finally, and to at last, after 33 turns of our pretty roundabout, how to regain my honour.
In my life, i have 3 main areas of operation:
physical
emotional
mental
and i have been struggling with the highest of these for a very long time, trying to reconcile the confusion of our times, and my own life. What astonishment that it is at the PHYSICAL where i must most urgently apply myself, that my emotional and mental well being is intrinsically dependant on my physical actions and statements.
Not so suggest that i have been negligent in the physical, i keep good hygiene, eat well, visit doctors when necessary, and so on. That's not it. I have silently accepted the world for what it is, with the humble intent of trying to under stand it, as well as abide by the rules in the world.
There's always been an assumption in our society, that the human instinct is to self destruction, but i have always taken issue with that, as most "normal" people i know would never hurt anyone unless forced. So why is this planet so badly messed? Blaming people is easy, explaining the whys and hows less so. In fact, there seems to exist contradictions in our society that are not logical, reasonable, moral or anything else of value in any way. There's a WILDCARD out there, working tirelessly against my own personal ambition of a happy, healthy family and lifestyle. We know this, and pointing a finger at "money" or "government" is easy enough, we KNOW it's them, but we cannot show how, and their entreaties to "pay our debts", "do our duty" and "follow the laws" only serve to re-inforce the confusion.
Like the TV license adverts: "it's the right thing to do". No it's not. It's the legal thing to do. If you don't you will be subjected to all the horrors they can muster, from debt councelling, blacklisting, court ordered deductions from your wages, and imprisonment ... all this for not giving them money for something they have given you whether you want it or not, a cancerous VHF signal of electronic garbage. That CANNOT be "right" under any reasonable scenario. But they do it, and are literally getting away with it.
So i stand, and choose where i stand. No longer can i sit and watch, i said this at the turn of the year, and it is taking shape and form and substance of it's own volition. THERE IS HOPE.
So i have been quiet, apologies to my frequent visitors, but i will make it up to you i promise, not with words or pictures, but statements of fact and proof. That's my story for the day, and i'm sticking to it.
peace and love
Friday, 18 February 2011
Victory in the Southern Ocean Day for the Whales
VSO Day
It’s official – the Japanese whaling fleet has called it quits in the Southern Ocean, at least for this season. And if they return next season, Sea Shepherd Conservation Society will be ready to resume their efforts to obstruct and disable illegal Japanese whaling operations.
“The Nisshin Maru made a significant course change immediately after the Japanese government made it official that the whaling fleet has been recalled,” said Captain Alex Cornelissen from the Bob Barker. “She looks like she’s going home!”
The Sea Shepherd ship Bob Barker has been tailing the Japanese Nisshin Maru factory ship since February 9th making it impossible for the whalers to continue their illegal whaling operations.
“I have a crew of 88 very happy people from 23 different nations including Japan and they are absolutely thrilled that the whalers are heading home and the Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary is now indeed a real sanctuary,” said Captain Paul Watson.
The Sea Shepherd ships Steve Irwin, Bob Barker, and Gojira will remain in the Southern Ocean to escort the Japanese ships northward. “We will not leave the whale sanctuary until the last whaling ship has departed,” said Gojira captain Locky MacLean.
“This is a great victory for the whales,” said Captain Watson, “but we did not do this alone. Without the support of the people of Australia and New Zealand, we would not have been able to send voyages out for seven seasons from Australian and New Zealand ports. We are grateful to Senator Bob Brown and the Australian Greens Party. We are very grateful to Mr. Bob Barker for giving us the ship that turned the tide in our efforts to force the Japanese fleet from these waters. We are grateful to all our onshore staff and volunteers, supporting members and ship crews. We are grateful to the Chilean Navy and the government of France for their support. It is a very happy day for people everywhere who love whales and our oceans.”
It’s official – the killing of whales in the Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary is over for this season and the whalers did not even take 10% of their quota. Sea Shepherd estimates that over 900 whales have been saved this year.
“It’s a great day for the whales,” said Sea Shepherd Chief Cook on the Steve Irwin Laura Dakin of Canberra, Australia, “and it’s a great day for humanity!”
Monday, 14 February 2011
Common Law
1. A workman is worthy of his hire
(Exodus 20:15; Lev. 19:13; Matt. 10:10; Luke 10:7; II
Tim. 2:6. Legal maxim: "It is against equity for freemen
not to have the free disposal of their own property.").
2. All are equal under the Law
(God's Law--Ethical and Natural Law). (Exodus 21:23-25;
Lev. 24:17-21; Deut. 1:17, 19:21; Matt., 22:36-40; Luke
10:17; Col. 3:25. Legal maxims: "No one is above the
law."; "Commerce, by the law of nations, ought to be
common, and not to be converted into a monopoly and the
private gain of a few.").
3. In Commerce truth is sovereign
(Exodus 20:16; Ps. 117:2; Matt. 6:33, John 8:32; II Cor.
13:8. Legal maxim: "To lie is to go against the mind."
4. Truth is expressed by means of an affidavit
(Lev. 5:4-5; Lev. 6:3-5; Lev 19:11-13; Num. 30:2; Matt.
5:33; James 5:12).
5. An unrebutted affidavit stands as the truth in
Commerce (1 Pet. 1:25; Heb. 6:13-15. Legal maxim: "He
who does not deny, admits.").
6. An unrebutted affidavit becomes the judgment
in Commerce (Heb. 6:16-17. Any proceeding in a court,
tribunal, or arbitration forum consists of a contest, or
"duel," of commercial affidavits wherein the points
remaining unrebutted in the end stand as the truth and the
matters to which the judgment of the law is applied.).
7. A matter must be expressed to be resolved
(Heb. 4:16; Phil. 4:6; Eph. 6:19-21. Legal maxim: "He
who fails to assert his rights has none.").
8. He who leaves the field of battle first loses by
default (Book of Job; Matt. 10:22. Legal maxim: "He who
does not repel a wrong when he can, occasions it.").
9. Sacrifice is the measure of credibility
(One who is not damaged, put at risk, or willing to swear
an oath that he consents to claim against his commercial
liability in the event that any of his statements or actions is
groundless or unlawful, has no basis to assert claims or
charges and forfeits all credibility and right to claim
authority.) (Acts 7, life/death of Stephen, maxim: "He who
bears the burden ought also to derive the benefit.").
10. A lien or claim can be satisfied only through
rebuttal by Counter-affidavit point-for-point, resolution by
jury, or payment (Gen. 2-3; Matt. 4; Revelation. Legal
maxim: "If the plaintiff does not prove his case, the
defendant is absolved.").
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Curiuosly, common law greatly resembles "biblical" laws, or rather, people in the bible accepted certain laws as "natural". Do not harm people or property, and don't use fraud. That's about IT. All the other laws are statutes, which you CONSENT to.
(Exodus 20:15; Lev. 19:13; Matt. 10:10; Luke 10:7; II
Tim. 2:6. Legal maxim: "It is against equity for freemen
not to have the free disposal of their own property.").
2. All are equal under the Law
(God's Law--Ethical and Natural Law). (Exodus 21:23-25;
Lev. 24:17-21; Deut. 1:17, 19:21; Matt., 22:36-40; Luke
10:17; Col. 3:25. Legal maxims: "No one is above the
law."; "Commerce, by the law of nations, ought to be
common, and not to be converted into a monopoly and the
private gain of a few.").
3. In Commerce truth is sovereign
(Exodus 20:16; Ps. 117:2; Matt. 6:33, John 8:32; II Cor.
13:8. Legal maxim: "To lie is to go against the mind."
4. Truth is expressed by means of an affidavit
(Lev. 5:4-5; Lev. 6:3-5; Lev 19:11-13; Num. 30:2; Matt.
5:33; James 5:12).
5. An unrebutted affidavit stands as the truth in
Commerce (1 Pet. 1:25; Heb. 6:13-15. Legal maxim: "He
who does not deny, admits.").
6. An unrebutted affidavit becomes the judgment
in Commerce (Heb. 6:16-17. Any proceeding in a court,
tribunal, or arbitration forum consists of a contest, or
"duel," of commercial affidavits wherein the points
remaining unrebutted in the end stand as the truth and the
matters to which the judgment of the law is applied.).
7. A matter must be expressed to be resolved
(Heb. 4:16; Phil. 4:6; Eph. 6:19-21. Legal maxim: "He
who fails to assert his rights has none.").
8. He who leaves the field of battle first loses by
default (Book of Job; Matt. 10:22. Legal maxim: "He who
does not repel a wrong when he can, occasions it.").
9. Sacrifice is the measure of credibility
(One who is not damaged, put at risk, or willing to swear
an oath that he consents to claim against his commercial
liability in the event that any of his statements or actions is
groundless or unlawful, has no basis to assert claims or
charges and forfeits all credibility and right to claim
authority.) (Acts 7, life/death of Stephen, maxim: "He who
bears the burden ought also to derive the benefit.").
10. A lien or claim can be satisfied only through
rebuttal by Counter-affidavit point-for-point, resolution by
jury, or payment (Gen. 2-3; Matt. 4; Revelation. Legal
maxim: "If the plaintiff does not prove his case, the
defendant is absolved.").
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Curiuosly, common law greatly resembles "biblical" laws, or rather, people in the bible accepted certain laws as "natural". Do not harm people or property, and don't use fraud. That's about IT. All the other laws are statutes, which you CONSENT to.
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Tech fail
So the wife's car broke, and stayed broked. The agents are singularly unhelpful, first asking for the vin number, which i could only give them the following day. So a day later, i present the number, and get told it still doesn't help. I must bring the car to them, which i explained was while not quite IMpossible, but highly problematic. It was most likely a specific component, could i bring the component in for them to test? Oh no they tell me, they are unable to do that, the whole car or nothing. So i've gone elsewhere. I've dropped the component, for a small fee they will assess whether the part is working, and whether they can repair it, and if so how much.
So for a few days the good wife was banished to the mercy of public transport, constant need for cash, getting to the bus stop on time, avoiding going barmy while waiting for the bus, and getting over the headache caused by being in the bus. Which is all fine really, because at least you are able to get to work. Of course, within 3 days the bus drivers implemented a strike, against being treated like the busses they drive. The strike began at 2pm. So all the people who caught busses to work no longer had a ride home. Is that not inhumane? Certainly not very nice, on anyone's part.
Thankfully i have a motorbike, and so i am actually able to travel around this city, as opposed to those in cars, who can only pretend to travel, while being stuck in traffic. So i ride into the cesspit, i mean city, along the roads, i mean parking lots, and collect the good wife. I discover that the cause of today's re-enactment of Dante's Inferno but our fellow citizens is in fact due to the traffic criminals, who have in fact decided to play traffic cop in the middle of an intersection, where the signal lights are working! And not doing a very good job either, in fact i'm certain the robots handle the traffic better than humans. Perhaps they should go play traffic cop at an intersection with a broken signal system?
This morning good wifey had to present herself to the Randburg office, which meant that i could take her to work with me, since i can go through Randburg en route to work. Traffic was bumper to bumper the entire stretch of highway, to the offramp we were to take, after which it seemed to clear. The road we turned onto was similarly blocked, and it was near impassable to the many cars parked along it's length. After cheerily going between and around them all, we found the source of the problem: a broken down bus. 1 single bus had managed to severely negatively impact the simple act of going to work for THOUSANDS of people. The waste in fuel, energy, goodwill and happiness amongst it's victims is incalculable.
These problems are so typical of our lives we hardly give it thought, and i really pity all the people who really suffer because of them. It's a fail, a broken, and not just the car, the system to fix the car. Not just the bus, but the transport system, and the means of maintaining and fixing the bus, and the bus drivers. It's all a wild web which we've weaved ourselves into, and cannot get out of. Of course any old spider can come along ... we're woolies for predators. Who are now in charge of busses, no doubt.
So for a few days the good wife was banished to the mercy of public transport, constant need for cash, getting to the bus stop on time, avoiding going barmy while waiting for the bus, and getting over the headache caused by being in the bus. Which is all fine really, because at least you are able to get to work. Of course, within 3 days the bus drivers implemented a strike, against being treated like the busses they drive. The strike began at 2pm. So all the people who caught busses to work no longer had a ride home. Is that not inhumane? Certainly not very nice, on anyone's part.
Thankfully i have a motorbike, and so i am actually able to travel around this city, as opposed to those in cars, who can only pretend to travel, while being stuck in traffic. So i ride into the cesspit, i mean city, along the roads, i mean parking lots, and collect the good wife. I discover that the cause of today's re-enactment of Dante's Inferno but our fellow citizens is in fact due to the traffic criminals, who have in fact decided to play traffic cop in the middle of an intersection, where the signal lights are working! And not doing a very good job either, in fact i'm certain the robots handle the traffic better than humans. Perhaps they should go play traffic cop at an intersection with a broken signal system?
This morning good wifey had to present herself to the Randburg office, which meant that i could take her to work with me, since i can go through Randburg en route to work. Traffic was bumper to bumper the entire stretch of highway, to the offramp we were to take, after which it seemed to clear. The road we turned onto was similarly blocked, and it was near impassable to the many cars parked along it's length. After cheerily going between and around them all, we found the source of the problem: a broken down bus. 1 single bus had managed to severely negatively impact the simple act of going to work for THOUSANDS of people. The waste in fuel, energy, goodwill and happiness amongst it's victims is incalculable.
These problems are so typical of our lives we hardly give it thought, and i really pity all the people who really suffer because of them. It's a fail, a broken, and not just the car, the system to fix the car. Not just the bus, but the transport system, and the means of maintaining and fixing the bus, and the bus drivers. It's all a wild web which we've weaved ourselves into, and cannot get out of. Of course any old spider can come along ... we're woolies for predators. Who are now in charge of busses, no doubt.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Genocide by Stealth
By G Annandale
Ever wondered how you commit genocide by stealth?
You only have to look at South Africa to realise that Hitler and other genocidal maniacs could’ve taken lessons from the ANC or perhaps Southern Africa in general. Mugabe has killed almost as many people in a year as the Apartheid regime killed in forty years and if one ads to the Mugabe tally, the number of Khoi and San killed hundreds of years ago in Mashonaland the numbers become really significant. In South Africa the number of whites killed since 1994 are estimated to be over 30 000. Again add to that number the Khoi, San and other foreigners murdered through the years and the killing by the apartheid regime pales into significance.
...
We can only imagine the joy of the heroes of the ongoing struggle when they celebrate the death of Gerhardus Groenewald, father of four, who was stabbed to death on his property on Friday; the cold blooded shooting of Doris De Jager, the 50 year old mother of two, in full view of her son in her garage not to mention the killing, we do not know by what devious means yet , of the 65-year old Georgie Jackson who was abducted at her home on Friday evening and found dead near Sasolburg yesterday.
...
Yes I know my accusations are unfounded and these deaths have nothing to do with racism and genocide. Answer me this; how many black people were murdered by whites in this country in the past week?
Ever wondered how you commit genocide by stealth?
You only have to look at South Africa to realise that Hitler and other genocidal maniacs could’ve taken lessons from the ANC or perhaps Southern Africa in general. Mugabe has killed almost as many people in a year as the Apartheid regime killed in forty years and if one ads to the Mugabe tally, the number of Khoi and San killed hundreds of years ago in Mashonaland the numbers become really significant. In South Africa the number of whites killed since 1994 are estimated to be over 30 000. Again add to that number the Khoi, San and other foreigners murdered through the years and the killing by the apartheid regime pales into significance.
...
We can only imagine the joy of the heroes of the ongoing struggle when they celebrate the death of Gerhardus Groenewald, father of four, who was stabbed to death on his property on Friday; the cold blooded shooting of Doris De Jager, the 50 year old mother of two, in full view of her son in her garage not to mention the killing, we do not know by what devious means yet , of the 65-year old Georgie Jackson who was abducted at her home on Friday evening and found dead near Sasolburg yesterday.
...
Yes I know my accusations are unfounded and these deaths have nothing to do with racism and genocide. Answer me this; how many black people were murdered by whites in this country in the past week?
Monday, 7 February 2011
RIP Gary Moore
This man could play, i was listening to his inimitable "Blues Alive" album the weekend. Used to be my sound check tape for the Truth commission, LOL. Never forget the one time we played it at lunch, and we had all these political types coming over to tell us how great the music was. "Blues and Ballads" was the first cd i ever bought, kept me warm a good few nights.
He was only 58, died in his room at the luxury Kempinski Resort Hotel in Estepona on the Costa Del Sol. A post mortem will be carried out later today in the nearby city of Malaga.
Tribute:
“He was a genius player. Even as a teenager, he had something special about him and throughout his career he worked really hard at improving his technique.
“His contribution to the Irish rock canon was immense, both in his own solo work, his days with Skid Row, the great records he recorded with Philip Lynott and with Thin Lizzy and in various other cameos. (Niall Stokes, editor of Hot Press)
RIP Gary Moore, thank you for the blues.
Parisienne Walkways - Gary Moore and Phil Lynott
He was only 58, died in his room at the luxury Kempinski Resort Hotel in Estepona on the Costa Del Sol. A post mortem will be carried out later today in the nearby city of Malaga.
Tribute:
“He was a genius player. Even as a teenager, he had something special about him and throughout his career he worked really hard at improving his technique.
“His contribution to the Irish rock canon was immense, both in his own solo work, his days with Skid Row, the great records he recorded with Philip Lynott and with Thin Lizzy and in various other cameos. (Niall Stokes, editor of Hot Press)
RIP Gary Moore, thank you for the blues.
Parisienne Walkways - Gary Moore and Phil Lynott
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Maybe
I should ... try mitigate yesterday's post. I certainly shan't apologise, nor change a single word, as ever, i said what i thought and be damned.
After arriving home feeling murderous, i took some medication and focused n the kids. They knew something was up, and it's startling how a small hand can instantly just calm you.
I meant it though, all this posturing and pretending and lying and getting ahead ... i can't anymore. Never could, but it's worse now. I feel physically ill when i see someone bully another. When i see people get trampled ... i get sick, and insanely angry. When i see the wanker in a big car, i want to hurt him.
I need to get out of here.
After arriving home feeling murderous, i took some medication and focused n the kids. They knew something was up, and it's startling how a small hand can instantly just calm you.
I meant it though, all this posturing and pretending and lying and getting ahead ... i can't anymore. Never could, but it's worse now. I feel physically ill when i see someone bully another. When i see people get trampled ... i get sick, and insanely angry. When i see the wanker in a big car, i want to hurt him.
I need to get out of here.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Enough
Far enough, hard enough, fast enough, had enough.
At what point does enough become too much?
When do you reach that level where ... "no more" is about all that still stands alone in your tumultuous mind?
Get up in the morning and the only thing your brain can think is "FUCK" not again.
Well i'm there, again, still, i dunno really. It's all so fucking stupid. The obvious overwhelming reality that everyone politely ignores. Work, family, tax ... omg i got an sms from SARS reminding me to pay tax, and thanking me if i have already. An sms saying "dear taxpayer" ... i want to puke.
Enough of this fucking retarded mine dump, full of it's retarded fucking go-getting money minded shit-for-brains corporate rapists. Enough of this fucking happy families that we all play. Enough of "happy happy" and enough of fucking be nice or else.
Enough of roads, millions of morons every day being STUCK. No other word for it. Stuck behind the car in front of them on the way to get stuck behinfd an email inbox. NO THIS ISN'T LIFE,. Not fucking life. This is death ... LOOK AT IT!!!!! It's fucking death wearing a halloween mask and playing for time.
And the crowd laughs together ... smiles for the last time, last rounds, last dance ... last kiss.
And in this all the supreme self control. This socially conditioned reflex to stand in the queues to the gas chambers. Dignity they call it. Fuck dignity. Fuck society. And the good people talk of heaven and universe and oneness. And they are AS stuck as everyone else, except in their heads. Never for me ... gods this life so short and so excrutiatingly long. Never enough, always too much.
And at the last, comes hope. And i take hope by the throat and give it a mercifully quick death, enough lies. ENOUGH FUCKING LIES and eternal fucking delusions.
But i am dead too you know. I'll go home, be nice. Wake up, be a good worker. Go home and cry. Go back for more. Dead. But the dead feel no pain. Do they? Or is it just the fires of hell that never burn hot enough to destroy? I feel like fire ... hot wild passionate and frenzied, ever seeking new paths to take ... but destroying everything behind.
Enough of this fucking post too
At what point does enough become too much?
When do you reach that level where ... "no more" is about all that still stands alone in your tumultuous mind?
Get up in the morning and the only thing your brain can think is "FUCK" not again.
Well i'm there, again, still, i dunno really. It's all so fucking stupid. The obvious overwhelming reality that everyone politely ignores. Work, family, tax ... omg i got an sms from SARS reminding me to pay tax, and thanking me if i have already. An sms saying "dear taxpayer" ... i want to puke.
Enough of this fucking retarded mine dump, full of it's retarded fucking go-getting money minded shit-for-brains corporate rapists. Enough of this fucking happy families that we all play. Enough of "happy happy" and enough of fucking be nice or else.
Enough of roads, millions of morons every day being STUCK. No other word for it. Stuck behind the car in front of them on the way to get stuck behinfd an email inbox. NO THIS ISN'T LIFE,. Not fucking life. This is death ... LOOK AT IT!!!!! It's fucking death wearing a halloween mask and playing for time.
And the crowd laughs together ... smiles for the last time, last rounds, last dance ... last kiss.
And in this all the supreme self control. This socially conditioned reflex to stand in the queues to the gas chambers. Dignity they call it. Fuck dignity. Fuck society. And the good people talk of heaven and universe and oneness. And they are AS stuck as everyone else, except in their heads. Never for me ... gods this life so short and so excrutiatingly long. Never enough, always too much.
And at the last, comes hope. And i take hope by the throat and give it a mercifully quick death, enough lies. ENOUGH FUCKING LIES and eternal fucking delusions.
But i am dead too you know. I'll go home, be nice. Wake up, be a good worker. Go home and cry. Go back for more. Dead. But the dead feel no pain. Do they? Or is it just the fires of hell that never burn hot enough to destroy? I feel like fire ... hot wild passionate and frenzied, ever seeking new paths to take ... but destroying everything behind.
Enough of this fucking post too
Monday, 31 January 2011
AngloGold Shamed
Anglo Gold shamed at Davos.
South African mining giant AngloGold Ashanti scooped the unwanted "Public Eye Award" for environmental and social "irresponsibility" Friday on the sidelines of the World Economic Forum.
"AngloGold Ashanti has destroyed over 50 rivers in Ghana that are indispensable for the residents. The rivers dry up, or mining toxins cause them to die off completely," the activists alleged.
Did anyone hear about the "minor explosion" at Davos?
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSLDE70Q14T20110127
And i saw a comment about "global burnout" presented at Davos too. Global economical burnout??? WTF ... and why are they talking about that, and we keep getting told how great it all is?
EGYPT: Stay strong. Libya, Zimbabwe, you guys taking notes?
South African mining giant AngloGold Ashanti scooped the unwanted "Public Eye Award" for environmental and social "irresponsibility" Friday on the sidelines of the World Economic Forum.
"AngloGold Ashanti has destroyed over 50 rivers in Ghana that are indispensable for the residents. The rivers dry up, or mining toxins cause them to die off completely," the activists alleged.
Did anyone hear about the "minor explosion" at Davos?
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSLDE70Q14T20110127
And i saw a comment about "global burnout" presented at Davos too. Global economical burnout??? WTF ... and why are they talking about that, and we keep getting told how great it all is?
EGYPT: Stay strong. Libya, Zimbabwe, you guys taking notes?
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
The world on fire
Tunisia, Egypt, Lebanon. All happening at once.
What is most surprising is that Egypt has been a very firm dictatorship for many years, and the people had become very afraid of voicing any protest.
That has just changed.
http://egypt.failar.nu/
Go look at those pictures, thousands of people in the streets, with only hundreds of riot police. You tube is growing with everyone taking as much footage as they can on cell phone cameras. I really believe this is taking the establishment by surprise. Nobody else is surprised, because it's been building a long, LONG time, but suddenly enough is enough for these folks, and they are not afraid to show it anymore. I believe pricing on basic commodities has gone through the roof, and people are tired of Mubarak, a 30 year tyrant who is nothing more than a paid american dictator, yes another.
Lookee here, and have a great day.
PS, a request from a blogger on that side (Mohamed Abdelfattah), make THIS go viral!!!
What is most surprising is that Egypt has been a very firm dictatorship for many years, and the people had become very afraid of voicing any protest.
That has just changed.
http://egypt.failar.nu/
Go look at those pictures, thousands of people in the streets, with only hundreds of riot police. You tube is growing with everyone taking as much footage as they can on cell phone cameras. I really believe this is taking the establishment by surprise. Nobody else is surprised, because it's been building a long, LONG time, but suddenly enough is enough for these folks, and they are not afraid to show it anymore. I believe pricing on basic commodities has gone through the roof, and people are tired of Mubarak, a 30 year tyrant who is nothing more than a paid american dictator, yes another.
Lookee here, and have a great day.
PS, a request from a blogger on that side (Mohamed Abdelfattah), make THIS go viral!!!
Monday, 24 January 2011
My Motherland
1.
Chorus
This is a great river, its waves are wide and calm
The wind blows through the rice flowers, bearing fragrance to either shore
My home is right there by the water
I am used to hearing the punters' whistle
and seeing the white sails on the boats
Solo
This is a great river, its waves are wide and calm
The wind blows through the rice flowers, bearing fragrance to either shore
My home is right there by the water
I am used to hearing the punters' whistle
and seeing the white sails on the boats
Chorus
This is the beautiful motherland
The place where I grew up
In this expansive stretch of land
Wonderful landscape can be seen everywhere
2.
Solo
Young ladies are like flowers
Young men have a big heart and grand visions
In order to construct a new realm
They have waked the sleeping mountains
And made the rivers change their appearance
Chorus
This is the motherland of heroes
The place where I grew up
In this stretch of ancient land
There is youthful vigour found everywhere
3.
Solo
Great mountains, great rivers and an amazing place
Every road is flat and wide
When friends are here, there is fine wine
But if the jackal comes
What greets it is the hunting rifle
Chorus
This is the strong motherland
The place where I grew up
On this stretch of warm and friendly land
The sunshine of peace is everywhere
"My Motherland" was called as "A Big River" (Chinese: 一条大河) by the author initially; it represented the hundreds of rivers that flowed by the homes of the Chinese people. The title was changed when it was published with movie.
Although the song was written for the movie about Korean War in 1950s, there is no mention of the war at all. It describes a soldier (or anyone who is away from home) thinking about his home and his family. Thus, this song is extremely popular even when the movie itself is almost forgotten.
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A chinese nationalist song, played on the piano by Lang Lang, for Hu Jintao and Barry Soretto in the white house.
Chorus
This is a great river, its waves are wide and calm
The wind blows through the rice flowers, bearing fragrance to either shore
My home is right there by the water
I am used to hearing the punters' whistle
and seeing the white sails on the boats
Solo
This is a great river, its waves are wide and calm
The wind blows through the rice flowers, bearing fragrance to either shore
My home is right there by the water
I am used to hearing the punters' whistle
and seeing the white sails on the boats
Chorus
This is the beautiful motherland
The place where I grew up
In this expansive stretch of land
Wonderful landscape can be seen everywhere
2.
Solo
Young ladies are like flowers
Young men have a big heart and grand visions
In order to construct a new realm
They have waked the sleeping mountains
And made the rivers change their appearance
Chorus
This is the motherland of heroes
The place where I grew up
In this stretch of ancient land
There is youthful vigour found everywhere
3.
Solo
Great mountains, great rivers and an amazing place
Every road is flat and wide
When friends are here, there is fine wine
But if the jackal comes
What greets it is the hunting rifle
Chorus
This is the strong motherland
The place where I grew up
On this stretch of warm and friendly land
The sunshine of peace is everywhere
"My Motherland" was called as "A Big River" (Chinese: 一条大河) by the author initially; it represented the hundreds of rivers that flowed by the homes of the Chinese people. The title was changed when it was published with movie.
Although the song was written for the movie about Korean War in 1950s, there is no mention of the war at all. It describes a soldier (or anyone who is away from home) thinking about his home and his family. Thus, this song is extremely popular even when the movie itself is almost forgotten.
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A chinese nationalist song, played on the piano by Lang Lang, for Hu Jintao and Barry Soretto in the white house.
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Mo Shaik US Patsy
http://www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/Wikileaks-exposes-SA-spy-boss-20110123
The cable – one of 250 000 leaked to Whistleblower website Wikileaks but obtained exclusively by Media24 Investigations – also reveals that the US Embassy in Pretoria actively cultivated Shaik as a key source of information on Zuma’s inner circle and the “motivations and strategies of the Zuma camp”.
Dated September 10 2008, two days before corruption charges against Zuma were initially dismissed by Judge Chris Nicholson, the cable was sent to the Secretary of State in Washington DC and copied to US consuls in Durban and Cape Town, the CIA, the US Defence Intelligence Agency and the White House National Security Council.
It is one of a number of classified cables recording meetings between Shaik – who was controversially appointed head of the South African Secret Service (SASS), South Africa’s foreign intelligence wing, in October 2009 - and an unidentified US embassy political officer.
“Shaik complained that all these people know Zuma is innocent and that he does not understand why they have not come to Zuma’s defence before now,” the cable noted.
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Let the sh1t hit the fan. Way for wikileaks, this is where it takes all the lies and backstabbing and shines a little light. Enemy of the people comes to mind.
The cable – one of 250 000 leaked to Whistleblower website Wikileaks but obtained exclusively by Media24 Investigations – also reveals that the US Embassy in Pretoria actively cultivated Shaik as a key source of information on Zuma’s inner circle and the “motivations and strategies of the Zuma camp”.
Dated September 10 2008, two days before corruption charges against Zuma were initially dismissed by Judge Chris Nicholson, the cable was sent to the Secretary of State in Washington DC and copied to US consuls in Durban and Cape Town, the CIA, the US Defence Intelligence Agency and the White House National Security Council.
It is one of a number of classified cables recording meetings between Shaik – who was controversially appointed head of the South African Secret Service (SASS), South Africa’s foreign intelligence wing, in October 2009 - and an unidentified US embassy political officer.
“Shaik complained that all these people know Zuma is innocent and that he does not understand why they have not come to Zuma’s defence before now,” the cable noted.
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Let the sh1t hit the fan. Way for wikileaks, this is where it takes all the lies and backstabbing and shines a little light. Enemy of the people comes to mind.
Saturday, 22 January 2011
M & M Adventure bikenstein
Thank you Burst Sausages
That grabs me, totally. Not just the female profile *grin* but look at that bike!!
The front wheel is big, the nose perfect. The exhaust is spot on, the rear spring and swingarm assembly ... the whole bike screams ride me!!!
Mine would be silver with bright red trim.
More on it here ... alas a photoshop :(
Friday, 21 January 2011
Fabricating God
http://www.mail-archive.com/ctrl@listserv.aol.com/msg46991.html
Ok, so at the link above, i found what was there, as one does. It covers a lot of ground, over many wide ranging topics. So why does it resonate so strongly with me?
Myths of old that still haunt mankind, and you're never sure whether it's just an old scar that is visible or fresh marks, evidence of recent activity. There's a link that goes straight from modern science to ancient superstitions, but everywhere the tracks have been washed out, covered over, obscured and false trails laid over them.
I think to know any truth of value, you have to climb so far out the paradoxical reality we have created, that the only appropriate state of mind for you is insane. But of course, not all insane people have truth of any sort ... so who is the madman and who is the visionary? Is there a difference? And do those differences even matter? And are we not all insane anyhow, rushing around all day taking money from everyone we can make believe our carefully scripted stories?
All a delusion, all of it, a carefully manicured delusion which wastes our lives and energies and intentions all day every day, leaving us unable to contemplate any more than a soap opera. Anyhow ... play a delusional, and read the link, perhaps it shines some light into your deluded soul.
Ok, so at the link above, i found what was there, as one does. It covers a lot of ground, over many wide ranging topics. So why does it resonate so strongly with me?
Myths of old that still haunt mankind, and you're never sure whether it's just an old scar that is visible or fresh marks, evidence of recent activity. There's a link that goes straight from modern science to ancient superstitions, but everywhere the tracks have been washed out, covered over, obscured and false trails laid over them.
I think to know any truth of value, you have to climb so far out the paradoxical reality we have created, that the only appropriate state of mind for you is insane. But of course, not all insane people have truth of any sort ... so who is the madman and who is the visionary? Is there a difference? And do those differences even matter? And are we not all insane anyhow, rushing around all day taking money from everyone we can make believe our carefully scripted stories?
All a delusion, all of it, a carefully manicured delusion which wastes our lives and energies and intentions all day every day, leaving us unable to contemplate any more than a soap opera. Anyhow ... play a delusional, and read the link, perhaps it shines some light into your deluded soul.
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Comet Elenin
Staying with stellar matters, we are about the welcome Comet Elenin (C/2010 X1) to our solar system.
http://spaceobs.org/en/tag/comet-elenin/
http://planetarydefense.blogspot.com/2011/01/comet-elenin-c2010-x1.html
Hey look, it's going to cross right in front of earth, bringing lots of lovely space debris our way. Twinkle twinkle little star? More like "hey look, another fireball".
:D
http://spaceobs.org/en/tag/comet-elenin/
http://planetarydefense.blogspot.com/2011/01/comet-elenin-c2010-x1.html
Hey look, it's going to cross right in front of earth, bringing lots of lovely space debris our way. Twinkle twinkle little star? More like "hey look, another fireball".
:D
Monday, 17 January 2011
Ophiuchus
Capricorn: Jan. 20 - Feb. 16
Aquarius: Feb. 16 - March 11
Pisces: March 11- April 18
Aries: April 18- May 13
Taurus: May 13- June 21
Gemini: June 21- July 20
Cancer: July 20- Aug. 10
Leo: Aug. 10- Sept. 16
Virgo: Sept. 16- Oct. 30
Libra: Oct. 30- Nov. 23
Scorpio: Nov. 23- Nov. 29
Ophiuchus: Nov. 29- Dec. 17
Sagittarius: Dec. 17- Jan. 20
"The tilt of the Earth's axis has gradually shifted since the ancient times when the Babylonians determined the dates of the Zodiac. The calendrical rejiggering also supposedly re-introduced a sign discarded by the Babylonians: Ophiuchus, alternatively called the much-cooler sounding Serpentarius," according to ABC News.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa
Brilliant ... everybody who "believes" in astrology has just been kicked up the jack. Certainly it doesn't change any of the basics, much, but well, all the crap i ever heard about how i'm a "typical taurus" .. well i'm not. Another label done with ... nice!
Aquarius: Feb. 16 - March 11
Pisces: March 11- April 18
Aries: April 18- May 13
Taurus: May 13- June 21
Gemini: June 21- July 20
Cancer: July 20- Aug. 10
Leo: Aug. 10- Sept. 16
Virgo: Sept. 16- Oct. 30
Libra: Oct. 30- Nov. 23
Scorpio: Nov. 23- Nov. 29
Ophiuchus: Nov. 29- Dec. 17
Sagittarius: Dec. 17- Jan. 20
"The tilt of the Earth's axis has gradually shifted since the ancient times when the Babylonians determined the dates of the Zodiac. The calendrical rejiggering also supposedly re-introduced a sign discarded by the Babylonians: Ophiuchus, alternatively called the much-cooler sounding Serpentarius," according to ABC News.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa
Brilliant ... everybody who "believes" in astrology has just been kicked up the jack. Certainly it doesn't change any of the basics, much, but well, all the crap i ever heard about how i'm a "typical taurus" .. well i'm not. Another label done with ... nice!
Saturday, 15 January 2011
Acid water ... time
News24
Venter said that while South Africans were witnessing the "catastrophe", the government committees were debating the water crisis in boardrooms, and nothing was been done to prevent the decanting of acid water.
The increased rainfall over the last few months had considerably raised the level of the acidic mine water in the underground mined-out pockets of the Witwatersrand.
On the West Rand there were now reportedly about 40 million litres of sour mine water in the Tweelopiespruit each day.
In July 2010 the department stated that potential decant within the Johannesburg area could take place within 18 months, or by early 2012. Those 18 months had now shrunk to 12 months, Venter said.
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I feel the storm approaching, powerless to do anything, save what meager preparations i can, and wait. The rain we've had has been great for the water table, if the system is capable of handling it, but if it gets polluted, then johannesburg will become a very nasty place to be.
Venter said that while South Africans were witnessing the "catastrophe", the government committees were debating the water crisis in boardrooms, and nothing was been done to prevent the decanting of acid water.
The increased rainfall over the last few months had considerably raised the level of the acidic mine water in the underground mined-out pockets of the Witwatersrand.
On the West Rand there were now reportedly about 40 million litres of sour mine water in the Tweelopiespruit each day.
In July 2010 the department stated that potential decant within the Johannesburg area could take place within 18 months, or by early 2012. Those 18 months had now shrunk to 12 months, Venter said.
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I feel the storm approaching, powerless to do anything, save what meager preparations i can, and wait. The rain we've had has been great for the water table, if the system is capable of handling it, but if it gets polluted, then johannesburg will become a very nasty place to be.
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Coronal Hole
Full size image here: http://hfradio.org/images/20100615_1415_f0193_coronal_hole_lrg.jpg
Comments? I have NOTHING to add ...
Monday, 10 January 2011
Perspective
Whenever i find a new object or situation, i try approach it with an empty mind. Of course i have ideas, i just try ignore them until i get the ideas inherent in the object i'm looking at. Then i see what it is, and what it does, and can evaluate it according to those values. It possibly needs repair, or adaptations, to suit "my" purposes, but essentially i leave things as they are, and i'm happy to have some aspect of it that seems incongruent, having aspects of life that are not perfect is par for the course ... but on the whole it will remain as it is, with me changing to suit it, which is often easier than trying to change it.
When the wife approaches an object or situation, she sees it "as it should be" ... according to standards and expectations of her own. She then proceeds to change it and everything around it, until the object is "as it should be". Perfection is a requirement, and any incongrueties are dealt with ruthlessly.
So i get a runalong concept that works, with little involvement.
She gets perfection, at whatever price.
I'm not going to bother going deeper than that, i couldn't anyway, this kind of comparison is enough to bend the mind, and i'm bent enough as it is thank you. Just thought it important somehow, or merely noteworthy. I don't believe there's a "better" in this anywhere, just an "other". They are opposing ideals, and effectively colour any activity with their tones.
When the wife approaches an object or situation, she sees it "as it should be" ... according to standards and expectations of her own. She then proceeds to change it and everything around it, until the object is "as it should be". Perfection is a requirement, and any incongrueties are dealt with ruthlessly.
So i get a runalong concept that works, with little involvement.
She gets perfection, at whatever price.
I'm not going to bother going deeper than that, i couldn't anyway, this kind of comparison is enough to bend the mind, and i'm bent enough as it is thank you. Just thought it important somehow, or merely noteworthy. I don't believe there's a "better" in this anywhere, just an "other". They are opposing ideals, and effectively colour any activity with their tones.
Sunday, 9 January 2011
One Note
Big Note concept
"Everything in the universe is ... is ... is made of one element, which is a note, a single note. Atoms are really vibrations, you know, which are extensions of THE BIG NOTE ... Everything's one note. Everything, even the ponies. The note, however, is the ultimate power, but see, the pigs don't know that, the ponies don't know that ..."
Spider in Very Distraughtening ~ Lumpy Gravy
Spider: We are ... actually the same note, but ...
John: But different octave.
Spider: Right. We are 4,928 octaves below the big note.
Monica: Are ya ... are you trying to tell me that ... that this whole universe revolves around one note?
Spider: No, it doesn't revolve around it; that's what it is. It's one note.
Spider: Everybody knows that lights are notes. Light, light, is just a vibration of the note, too. Everything is.
Monica: That one note makes everything else so insignificant.
A Different Octave ~ Civilization Phaze III
In Frank's world, every sound had a value, and every action was part of the universal diapason, a colossal vibration that made energy rather than reflecting it.
Germaine Greer - Frank Zappa's Treasure House - The Guardian (14th April 2005)
"Everything in the universe is ... is ... is made of one element, which is a note, a single note. Atoms are really vibrations, you know, which are extensions of THE BIG NOTE ... Everything's one note. Everything, even the ponies. The note, however, is the ultimate power, but see, the pigs don't know that, the ponies don't know that ..."
Spider in Very Distraughtening ~ Lumpy Gravy
Spider: We are ... actually the same note, but ...
John: But different octave.
Spider: Right. We are 4,928 octaves below the big note.
Monica: Are ya ... are you trying to tell me that ... that this whole universe revolves around one note?
Spider: No, it doesn't revolve around it; that's what it is. It's one note.
Spider: Everybody knows that lights are notes. Light, light, is just a vibration of the note, too. Everything is.
Monica: That one note makes everything else so insignificant.
A Different Octave ~ Civilization Phaze III
In Frank's world, every sound had a value, and every action was part of the universal diapason, a colossal vibration that made energy rather than reflecting it.
Germaine Greer - Frank Zappa's Treasure House - The Guardian (14th April 2005)
Friday, 7 January 2011
The Sea Shepherd
The Sea Shepherd Conservation Society Mission Statement
Established in 1977, Sea Shepherd Conservation Society (SSCS) is an international non-profit, marine wildlife conservation organization. Our mission is to end the destruction of habitat and slaughter of wildlife in the world's oceans in order to conserve and protect ecosystems and species.
Sea Shepherd uses innovative direct-action tactics to investigate, document, and take action when necessary to expose and confront illegal activities on the high seas. By safeguarding the biodiversity of our delicately-balanced ocean ecosystems, Sea Shepherd works to ensure their survival for future generations.
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I'm spellbound by their website, the videos and stories and their life really. All year all they do is patrol the Southern Oceans, and get in the way of the Japanese whaling ships, who conduct the equivalent of a rhino or elephant tusking orgy, that of the slaughter of whales. Against all international convention, they continue the facade of "research" to plunder what is not theirs. It's the lie, that they are researchers that make me the angriest. Like a rapist performing an "interview" ... there is no comparison.
The Sea Shepherd group stands proud on the tradition that they do not cause injury, a massive task since the whalers have no such compunctions. Beginning of last year the whalers deliberately rammed a boat ... 1200 miles from the nearest port, and did not assist with their SOS. That's against every single moral principle and maritime law since the first man set off in his canoe. I am grateful that someone, somewhere has the resources and courage to stand up to the corporate rapists.
Here's an excellent article from the mainstream press:
Gojira-High-tech-anti-whaling-vessel-clashes-Japanese-fleet
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
The Celtic Cross
We've all seen it, the cross with the circle, on monuments, jewellery, designs, tombstones, and just about everywhere else you could imagine. A religious icon, one that shows the early spread of christianity ... we imagine?
Not so according to Crichton E M Miller, who has patented the "celtic cross" as an: "astronomical, surveying and navigational instrument" ... in 2000 in Britain. Indeed.
This one particular detail can literally transform our understanding of "pre-historic man", and explain so much in terms of architecture, shipping, and several other "scientific" mysteries of the time. A simple device, easily made, which is as important as the wheel, or even perhaps the humble ruler.
The Working Celtic Cross.
Not so according to Crichton E M Miller, who has patented the "celtic cross" as an: "astronomical, surveying and navigational instrument" ... in 2000 in Britain. Indeed.
This one particular detail can literally transform our understanding of "pre-historic man", and explain so much in terms of architecture, shipping, and several other "scientific" mysteries of the time. A simple device, easily made, which is as important as the wheel, or even perhaps the humble ruler.
The Working Celtic Cross.
Thursday, 30 December 2010
The Good
It's 2h30 am and the thoughts are running wild. Listening to Pink Floyd, having another smoke and trying to untangle this knot of thought into a coherent post. It has to be a post, see, since i cannot leave rip anyone on top for too long ... just wrong you know? Besides, too many other things that are wanting attention. Also living things ... ideas ... thoughts .... dreams. Aquila ka Hecate did a post about the year gone by. It's something i also should do, perhaps. I'm not the sentimental sort, pushes me more in the "mental" direction than anything else, reflecting on oneself too much leads to unfortunate perspectives.
This year has been anything but about me, which is either fortunate or not as per your perspective. Family foremost ... then toyrun, friends, work and daily life, then me. I suppose there should be a sub heading "problems" there somewhere, although i think it's safe to accept its synonimity with family. That warrants a grin, one can approach life armed with nothing but humour, but that also requires a large measure of truth in it to be effective.
I've looked at the year past, briefly already, the less said the better. I'm looking at now, and forward, the year to come, 2011 i'm reliably told, Anno Domini. Me in a small country at the south end of the most brutal continent on earth, a young(?) white guy with a family and bills. And a head full of silly ideas. That sums me up quite well, doesn't it? *chuckle* I have achieved very little to date, not do i have ambitions of any sorts, save to be left alone as much as possible, and the occasional bouts of sex, drugs, rock n roll and philosophy. And i get around on a motorbike. Which combines all 4 of the above (trust me on this). My zen is coming along nicely the christianity not so much. They're the same thing on so many levels, can't something just be simple for once? And why on earth would i get stupid ideas (ANY) about the future, least of which my part in it?
The reason pure and simple is "good". I use that word because it's simple, and accurate. But it's an adjective, usually, so i need to point out that its more of a noun, in this sense. A goal, an attribute, state of mind even, something that creates more good. You create what's around you because you stamp your mark on whatever is closest to you, and when in a time-based ritualised, closeted life, as we are, it is very difficult to be anything other than bland, and it is the blandness which drives the insanity. To strive for the good, and be the good, and produce good is good. And it's good, God said so when it was good. We never get anything that right, but as His (Her) creation it's a simple enough bar to stand against, be good.
Arete, that's the word. Good, that's all. And i have to be good, because that is the highest which i can attain to, and quite simply must. If the year past has taught me nothing else, it's that there most certainly is a bad, which frankly is stupid, ugly, and counter productive. So we go forward into the nether with humour, and idealism, a desire for truth, and a hatful of reasons to take the easier way. It's such a bloody HUMAN way to be. My cup gets filled daily with mud, and i can be all zen like about having a cupful of mud as opposed to anything else, but it's still a cupful of mud, you know? And "here boss keep it" didn't go down too well last time. You have to smile, accept the mud and THEN figure out what the hell to do with it. Traffic, radio, people ... too many of the damned things round here, they keep getting in each other's way ... i digress. Too much mud, to be polite, and all you want is a cup of clear cold water.
We all have it, and we all have our way of expressing it, and dealing with it. My taoistic approach has been working well, the less i interfere the better stuff works. Crazy isn't it? But how to do nothing, and still produce quality? Not do nothing, but not initiating, accept what comes my way with an open mind. But there's this demon driving me lately, it's telling me to go out and accomplish something. I'm stuck between a fear of the possible implications, and a very real fear of failure. Just because haven't achieved anything before doesn't mean i've never tried. My personal most glorious moments were all accidental, and usually i was the only one who ever knew. You walk your path, and assume all things as afternoon rain.
Put it this way, i'm really hoping that my path includes a glorious victory for doing nothingness, in the form of many smiling people, and perhaps a career more suited to my abilities, outlined above (motorcyles and associated). Of course, i do not choose my path, i merely follow it ... :D
I made a zen garden, and my boy wants to make a sky lantern (if he survives the new skateboard, one of the with only 2 wheels, i ask you???). I've sorted through the family holiday photos, some will appear here soon, and wifey has painted many, many things in this last week. By wifey i mean the wife AND the entire family. My eldest daughter is embarking on high school, and more importantly, she's doing a home cooking course from a series of recipes courtesy of her granny. I'm looking forward to eating i mean watching that. The youngest is just herself, a stunning example of how to BE and how to be GOOD. I think that's the other reason i'm closer to the ideals lately, i have such an excellent example living with me. Always singing, asking, offering and smiling.
And it it like this that i wait for the sunrise. There will be a sunrise soon, a great big fire in the sky, just sitting there, and we're flying around it at thousands of kilometres per hour, spinning and wobbling the whole time. This universe is a freaking bizarre place.
I'm done, thanks for listening. As a small reward, please accept the following beautiful, if leeched photoshop item. I can say it was tumblr, but i don't have the exact addy, so i can't give proper credit. Give tumblr a browse, very visual, try onestonedcrow.tumblr.com for starters, he's gotfantastic images, with particular focus on alice, and the hookah smokin catapiller.
I'm having hell with this keyboard, so i apologise for all the typos.
peace and love
This year has been anything but about me, which is either fortunate or not as per your perspective. Family foremost ... then toyrun, friends, work and daily life, then me. I suppose there should be a sub heading "problems" there somewhere, although i think it's safe to accept its synonimity with family. That warrants a grin, one can approach life armed with nothing but humour, but that also requires a large measure of truth in it to be effective.
I've looked at the year past, briefly already, the less said the better. I'm looking at now, and forward, the year to come, 2011 i'm reliably told, Anno Domini. Me in a small country at the south end of the most brutal continent on earth, a young(?) white guy with a family and bills. And a head full of silly ideas. That sums me up quite well, doesn't it? *chuckle* I have achieved very little to date, not do i have ambitions of any sorts, save to be left alone as much as possible, and the occasional bouts of sex, drugs, rock n roll and philosophy. And i get around on a motorbike. Which combines all 4 of the above (trust me on this). My zen is coming along nicely the christianity not so much. They're the same thing on so many levels, can't something just be simple for once? And why on earth would i get stupid ideas (ANY) about the future, least of which my part in it?
The reason pure and simple is "good". I use that word because it's simple, and accurate. But it's an adjective, usually, so i need to point out that its more of a noun, in this sense. A goal, an attribute, state of mind even, something that creates more good. You create what's around you because you stamp your mark on whatever is closest to you, and when in a time-based ritualised, closeted life, as we are, it is very difficult to be anything other than bland, and it is the blandness which drives the insanity. To strive for the good, and be the good, and produce good is good. And it's good, God said so when it was good. We never get anything that right, but as His (Her) creation it's a simple enough bar to stand against, be good.
Arete, that's the word. Good, that's all. And i have to be good, because that is the highest which i can attain to, and quite simply must. If the year past has taught me nothing else, it's that there most certainly is a bad, which frankly is stupid, ugly, and counter productive. So we go forward into the nether with humour, and idealism, a desire for truth, and a hatful of reasons to take the easier way. It's such a bloody HUMAN way to be. My cup gets filled daily with mud, and i can be all zen like about having a cupful of mud as opposed to anything else, but it's still a cupful of mud, you know? And "here boss keep it" didn't go down too well last time. You have to smile, accept the mud and THEN figure out what the hell to do with it. Traffic, radio, people ... too many of the damned things round here, they keep getting in each other's way ... i digress. Too much mud, to be polite, and all you want is a cup of clear cold water.
We all have it, and we all have our way of expressing it, and dealing with it. My taoistic approach has been working well, the less i interfere the better stuff works. Crazy isn't it? But how to do nothing, and still produce quality? Not do nothing, but not initiating, accept what comes my way with an open mind. But there's this demon driving me lately, it's telling me to go out and accomplish something. I'm stuck between a fear of the possible implications, and a very real fear of failure. Just because haven't achieved anything before doesn't mean i've never tried. My personal most glorious moments were all accidental, and usually i was the only one who ever knew. You walk your path, and assume all things as afternoon rain.
Put it this way, i'm really hoping that my path includes a glorious victory for doing nothingness, in the form of many smiling people, and perhaps a career more suited to my abilities, outlined above (motorcyles and associated). Of course, i do not choose my path, i merely follow it ... :D
I made a zen garden, and my boy wants to make a sky lantern (if he survives the new skateboard, one of the with only 2 wheels, i ask you???). I've sorted through the family holiday photos, some will appear here soon, and wifey has painted many, many things in this last week. By wifey i mean the wife AND the entire family. My eldest daughter is embarking on high school, and more importantly, she's doing a home cooking course from a series of recipes courtesy of her granny. I'm looking forward to eating i mean watching that. The youngest is just herself, a stunning example of how to BE and how to be GOOD. I think that's the other reason i'm closer to the ideals lately, i have such an excellent example living with me. Always singing, asking, offering and smiling.
And it it like this that i wait for the sunrise. There will be a sunrise soon, a great big fire in the sky, just sitting there, and we're flying around it at thousands of kilometres per hour, spinning and wobbling the whole time. This universe is a freaking bizarre place.
I'm done, thanks for listening. As a small reward, please accept the following beautiful, if leeched photoshop item. I can say it was tumblr, but i don't have the exact addy, so i can't give proper credit. Give tumblr a browse, very visual, try onestonedcrow.tumblr.com for starters, he's gotfantastic images, with particular focus on alice, and the hookah smokin catapiller.
I'm having hell with this keyboard, so i apologise for all the typos.
peace and love
Sunday, 26 December 2010
RIP Ziggy
I wasn't going to post anything, and certainly didn't imagine i'd post this.
Ziggy died on christmas morning, of what we understand was a viral infection. Apparently it can be inocculated against, but we didn't know about it. We were also told that there was nothing we could do. He died over a 5 day period, and while obviously not well, he didn't show too much discomfort, we medicated and cared for him as best we could. I summed it up quite well for wifey: he not feeling well, he knows we know he's not feeling well, he knows we're doing what we can.
Hard hearted me is more upset than i'd let on, wifey is taking it very hard, for various (complicated) reasons, and the kids have all been distracted, i think they'll realise it today (we were out all day yesterday).
They grey lourie is a beautiful bird, hated by hunters because it is such an effective sentry for all wildlife. Hunters call it the "go-away " bird for this. I'll never hear the distinctive "kwaaaa" again without pausing a moment, and remembering. Smart, affectionate, inquisitive, bold and more, a really interactive bird that caught the fancy of all who came to visit, especially children.
Back to the one ... a small spark of life gone back the all and is now what we breathe, think and live out forever more. Ziggy was a link, a living piece of puzzle that creates this world, and it's impossible to convey the depth of meaning this little bird generated in his short life.
I'll miss him, i do already.
Ziggy died on christmas morning, of what we understand was a viral infection. Apparently it can be inocculated against, but we didn't know about it. We were also told that there was nothing we could do. He died over a 5 day period, and while obviously not well, he didn't show too much discomfort, we medicated and cared for him as best we could. I summed it up quite well for wifey: he not feeling well, he knows we know he's not feeling well, he knows we're doing what we can.
Hard hearted me is more upset than i'd let on, wifey is taking it very hard, for various (complicated) reasons, and the kids have all been distracted, i think they'll realise it today (we were out all day yesterday).
They grey lourie is a beautiful bird, hated by hunters because it is such an effective sentry for all wildlife. Hunters call it the "go-away " bird for this. I'll never hear the distinctive "kwaaaa" again without pausing a moment, and remembering. Smart, affectionate, inquisitive, bold and more, a really interactive bird that caught the fancy of all who came to visit, especially children.
Back to the one ... a small spark of life gone back the all and is now what we breathe, think and live out forever more. Ziggy was a link, a living piece of puzzle that creates this world, and it's impossible to convey the depth of meaning this little bird generated in his short life.
I'll miss him, i do already.
Friday, 24 December 2010
Note
It's a rather ... particular time of year, with all manner of things clamouring for our attention; year ends, parties, family, christmas, shopping, holidays and all the other glitz of the season.
I'm seeing this time now as year end, and renewal ... hopefully, a resetting of the clock ... which clock i'm not sure, but i'm reliably told there is one. It's been a year full ... of everything really, highs and lows in abundance, speaking about it here now, i cannot even pinpoint anything and say THAT was the bad or good thing. It all just flowed through us in an unceasing wave of experience, bringing both the life giving water and the flotsam it carries.
I have to express my deepest gratitude to people this year. Thank you. Without the people who surround me i would have had a much more unpleasant year. Bringing advice, friendship, company, assistance, and all other things we shared. Even to my bloglist sites, those people who put something "out there" at their leasure for our enjoyment, thank you. To the people who touched my life, thank you too.
I would say the highlight was about 6pm on the day of the toyrun. My duties had been carried out successfully, and while the toyrun wasn't entirely over, my part was done, and 28 000 children received a small token of love from a stranger. That alone is reason to smile, and more reason to be grateful for that which you do have.
I went out last night for coffee with a friend, and coming home around 12 i'd missed a massive amount of rain, as evidenced by the volume of water on the roads. The skies were heavily overcast, but not in a grey foggy blanket, but with the almost full moon highlighting all the cracks in the clouds, all the linings that silver colour. Brilliant white lightning added to the sky's display of grandeur, and an immediate pulse of ... adrenalin? or pride? or even lust for life surged through me. Our thunderstorms, like life, are both beautiful and dangerous at the same time. How can we approach them both with the right respect, enthusiam, and zest as they deserve?
I have no fixed idea really, that part of me is still debating the "best" way for me, but caring is part of it, and loyalty to self a second part. Saying NO a lot helps too.
This year rendered all my plans and schemes to dust. I sit and reflect on what could easily have been, what i thought i would do and achieve, and what actually transpired. What emerged is a different set of circumstances and rules and goals and materials, but there's something still begging for release inside me. A seed that has germinated, but now needs soil to be planted in, and so can grow in real terms outside of me.
I don't think of one thing when i say that, what i mean is more ... i have to make an impact. Something i've been avoiding for too long. It's a hope, a goal (even though i hate that word) ... it's a direction. Walk in the direction of the rising sun for 365 days, and you shall find the answers to your questions. So the wise voice in my head tells me ... i think he's having me on.
Peace and love ... i keep saying it, and it risks becomg a bland excuse for saying nothing, but i mean it. Everytime i say it, i think about it, and try my best to mean it. Peace ... may your heart be at ease with the world, and Love ... may you know it, feel it, and share it with others.
peace and love
I'm seeing this time now as year end, and renewal ... hopefully, a resetting of the clock ... which clock i'm not sure, but i'm reliably told there is one. It's been a year full ... of everything really, highs and lows in abundance, speaking about it here now, i cannot even pinpoint anything and say THAT was the bad or good thing. It all just flowed through us in an unceasing wave of experience, bringing both the life giving water and the flotsam it carries.
I have to express my deepest gratitude to people this year. Thank you. Without the people who surround me i would have had a much more unpleasant year. Bringing advice, friendship, company, assistance, and all other things we shared. Even to my bloglist sites, those people who put something "out there" at their leasure for our enjoyment, thank you. To the people who touched my life, thank you too.
I would say the highlight was about 6pm on the day of the toyrun. My duties had been carried out successfully, and while the toyrun wasn't entirely over, my part was done, and 28 000 children received a small token of love from a stranger. That alone is reason to smile, and more reason to be grateful for that which you do have.
I went out last night for coffee with a friend, and coming home around 12 i'd missed a massive amount of rain, as evidenced by the volume of water on the roads. The skies were heavily overcast, but not in a grey foggy blanket, but with the almost full moon highlighting all the cracks in the clouds, all the linings that silver colour. Brilliant white lightning added to the sky's display of grandeur, and an immediate pulse of ... adrenalin? or pride? or even lust for life surged through me. Our thunderstorms, like life, are both beautiful and dangerous at the same time. How can we approach them both with the right respect, enthusiam, and zest as they deserve?
I have no fixed idea really, that part of me is still debating the "best" way for me, but caring is part of it, and loyalty to self a second part. Saying NO a lot helps too.
This year rendered all my plans and schemes to dust. I sit and reflect on what could easily have been, what i thought i would do and achieve, and what actually transpired. What emerged is a different set of circumstances and rules and goals and materials, but there's something still begging for release inside me. A seed that has germinated, but now needs soil to be planted in, and so can grow in real terms outside of me.
I don't think of one thing when i say that, what i mean is more ... i have to make an impact. Something i've been avoiding for too long. It's a hope, a goal (even though i hate that word) ... it's a direction. Walk in the direction of the rising sun for 365 days, and you shall find the answers to your questions. So the wise voice in my head tells me ... i think he's having me on.
Peace and love ... i keep saying it, and it risks becomg a bland excuse for saying nothing, but i mean it. Everytime i say it, i think about it, and try my best to mean it. Peace ... may your heart be at ease with the world, and Love ... may you know it, feel it, and share it with others.
peace and love
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Metaphysics of Quality
i feel like the screen on Tetris, and i'm doing ok for now. All these strange shapes dropping into place and forming a picture of their own, utterly unique. The pieces are ideas, concepts and facts, all seemingly unconnected and seperate, but ultimately having to fit into some sort of picture. Of the universe, my world, of me and you and how we share this place and time ... all very ... abstract.
The problem itself is age old, you have science and you have art ... and as per current thinking you cannot have both. But they are inextricably linked? The human experience ... on opposing ends, the look at the same "object" and give a totally different interpretation ... the chair as it is ... or as we understand it to be?
Enter Mr Robert Pirsig, a man who i am more and more beliving to be a true "prophet" of our times. His stories are surreal, more dreamlike than most, but here is the curious thing, his "novels" are so close to his life as to be indistinguishable from history. There are several investigations that have been performed on the book Zen, and everything reported, sights sounds places and so on are completely true to life. This is noteworthy i think, in a world where fiction is preferred, to have someone diguise reality as fiction.
There's a terrible sense of URGENCY in his books, of sincerity that is very often misunderstood, for sarcasm perhaps. Reading Pirsig, i can't help but feel his burden for us all, he cares, and that care was called insanity at one point. Obviously he was ill, manic, but that same mania that he lived, he used as a basis for both his major works. And probably the LEAST "woe is me" attitude of any other writers who have spoken of their experience as mental inmates.
His battle cries are QUALITY and VALUE, 2 words we've most come to associate with "discount shopping" ... and yet what an unfortunate place for two such grand words? Almost makes it appear intentional ... a conspiracy against quality. It would be silly, if it were not for this great dilema before us, of the differences between here and there, subject and object, that pervade everything from our daily interactions to atomic sciences and beyond. The problem is that we picked a pair of glasses, which worked well as a magnifying glass, but now we cannot see further than our hands. But when you try point out that the glasses are faulty, you are shown the last 500 years worth of innovation as proof that the glasses are not faulty.
The second part of the problem is that the scientific world cannot even conceive of taking the glasses off, as they argue that will render them unable to continue the last 500 years worth of innovation. Of course, the many things that science cannot perceive with the glasses on is said to be worthless ... when clearly it is not.
There is a serious problem here, and one that to scientific reality in NOT solvable. However, scientific reality is bound within certain laws of the glasses. The glasses being more than anything, a means of communication ... seeing the secret of the universe is worthless unless you are able to logically describe it to others. At some point both science and art have to touch us, otherwise it's like watching mental masturbation. And when they are both touching us, they are touching each other, and that is when truth and beauty become one ... and it not only makes sense, but beautifully so.
Subjects, Objects, Data and Values
by Robert M Pirsig
Print it out ... it's hard to read, as it's a presentation more than a book, and the topics are quite deep. But it nails exactly where the problem lies, and alo i believe, how to fix it. Not like a roadmap, more like a compass really.
It's something i'm going to dig deeper into ... there's so much here. It's also sobering to contemplate exxactly how far behind our philosophy is. Einstein warned of this, where the science is not balanced by morals, or values. We have almost reached that ... where science has no relevance to us past "convenience" and gimmicks, and science itself has forgotten it's own value systems, in the days of GLOBAL WARMING, no CLIMATE CHANGE, no, CLIMATE DISRUPTIONS, no ... the real worlkd vs our silly ideas of it.
peace and love
The problem itself is age old, you have science and you have art ... and as per current thinking you cannot have both. But they are inextricably linked? The human experience ... on opposing ends, the look at the same "object" and give a totally different interpretation ... the chair as it is ... or as we understand it to be?
Enter Mr Robert Pirsig, a man who i am more and more beliving to be a true "prophet" of our times. His stories are surreal, more dreamlike than most, but here is the curious thing, his "novels" are so close to his life as to be indistinguishable from history. There are several investigations that have been performed on the book Zen, and everything reported, sights sounds places and so on are completely true to life. This is noteworthy i think, in a world where fiction is preferred, to have someone diguise reality as fiction.
There's a terrible sense of URGENCY in his books, of sincerity that is very often misunderstood, for sarcasm perhaps. Reading Pirsig, i can't help but feel his burden for us all, he cares, and that care was called insanity at one point. Obviously he was ill, manic, but that same mania that he lived, he used as a basis for both his major works. And probably the LEAST "woe is me" attitude of any other writers who have spoken of their experience as mental inmates.
His battle cries are QUALITY and VALUE, 2 words we've most come to associate with "discount shopping" ... and yet what an unfortunate place for two such grand words? Almost makes it appear intentional ... a conspiracy against quality. It would be silly, if it were not for this great dilema before us, of the differences between here and there, subject and object, that pervade everything from our daily interactions to atomic sciences and beyond. The problem is that we picked a pair of glasses, which worked well as a magnifying glass, but now we cannot see further than our hands. But when you try point out that the glasses are faulty, you are shown the last 500 years worth of innovation as proof that the glasses are not faulty.
The second part of the problem is that the scientific world cannot even conceive of taking the glasses off, as they argue that will render them unable to continue the last 500 years worth of innovation. Of course, the many things that science cannot perceive with the glasses on is said to be worthless ... when clearly it is not.
There is a serious problem here, and one that to scientific reality in NOT solvable. However, scientific reality is bound within certain laws of the glasses. The glasses being more than anything, a means of communication ... seeing the secret of the universe is worthless unless you are able to logically describe it to others. At some point both science and art have to touch us, otherwise it's like watching mental masturbation. And when they are both touching us, they are touching each other, and that is when truth and beauty become one ... and it not only makes sense, but beautifully so.
Subjects, Objects, Data and Values
by Robert M Pirsig
Print it out ... it's hard to read, as it's a presentation more than a book, and the topics are quite deep. But it nails exactly where the problem lies, and alo i believe, how to fix it. Not like a roadmap, more like a compass really.
It's something i'm going to dig deeper into ... there's so much here. It's also sobering to contemplate exxactly how far behind our philosophy is. Einstein warned of this, where the science is not balanced by morals, or values. We have almost reached that ... where science has no relevance to us past "convenience" and gimmicks, and science itself has forgotten it's own value systems, in the days of GLOBAL WARMING, no CLIMATE CHANGE, no, CLIMATE DISRUPTIONS, no ... the real worlkd vs our silly ideas of it.
peace and love
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Reality
I've been having the most surreal time lately. Real indeed, but almost like a postcard scene, almost too perfect. No complaints from me ... just a rather bewildered admission.
I have new bike tyres, what an awesome improvement!! And i managed to fix a problem i've had for over 2 years now. The spark plugs caps had cracked, and i was experiencing a "missfire" when opening throttle, it's been really annoying for years, suddenly fixed. The magic of knowledge.
I haven't posted much, just thoughts that creep into my mind and swirl the colours and patterns for a while, most relaxing. But the mental winds and tides still flow, sometimes stronger sometimes weaker, bringing all sorts of smells, sounds and sights to me. Always shifting the perspective, always re-evaluating past concepts and seeing if perhaps there's a [i]better[/i] view of all this.
Better ... such a flighty word, so loaded with expectations. And of course the inevitable [i]here[/i] that needs improvement. Reality is. Not much we can do to change it. But our consciousness isn't fixed, it's driftwood on the open seas, sometimes up, sometimes down, always moving, swirling rolling towards some distant shore.
My post earlier this week, "Back to reality" was a thoughtless heading, but strangely apt. And when i read an essay by Robert Pirsig on reality, and escaping therefrom, well it synched in many unexpected ways.
Cruising Blues and Their Cure
By Robert Pirsig, Esquire, May 1977
If this is so, then it follows that those who see sailing as an escape from reality have got their understanding of both sailing and reality completely backwards. Sailing is not an escape but a return to and a confrontation of a reality from which modern civilization is itself an escape. For centuries, man suffered from the reality of an earth that was too dark or too hot or too cold for his comfort, and to escape this he invented complex systems of lighting, heating and air conditioning. Sailing rejects these and returns to the old realities of dark and heat and cold. Modern civilization has found radio, TV, movies, nightclubs and a huge variety of mechanized entertainment to titillate our senses and help us escape from the apparent boredom of the earth and the sun and wind and stars. Sailing returns to these ancient realities.
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But we cannot live in the reality of planet earth anymore. We are bound to playing this charade of civilised life day in and day out. Among a people who believe rain is to be avoided at all costs, well you could hardly imagine it being "reality" any more than reality tv. But it IS real, every day you get up and ... things happen. My reality is fairly pleasant, mostly. But the problem is in the escape, where i wish to be elsewhere, doing something else, being something different too. Which is the escape, and which the reality?
Most of our 9-5 is escaping reality, facades for the office, inventing relationships for profit, and speaking of surreal concepts which nature, humanity, and me feel absolutely fuckall for. Reality. Return to. Just give me some of that old time reality, and i think i'll be ok. A snarling dog, a screeching car. And suddenly your brains screams LIFE!!! At all costs. Rain, wet and cool and fragrant ... a small flower, your child, beaming as she discovers some hitherto unknown insect.
So i'm going to keep on living a little ... looking for that QUALITY in life. Making dynamic decisions that embrace myself and my challenges in to one unbroken form.
I wish you a fantastic day!!!
I have new bike tyres, what an awesome improvement!! And i managed to fix a problem i've had for over 2 years now. The spark plugs caps had cracked, and i was experiencing a "missfire" when opening throttle, it's been really annoying for years, suddenly fixed. The magic of knowledge.
I haven't posted much, just thoughts that creep into my mind and swirl the colours and patterns for a while, most relaxing. But the mental winds and tides still flow, sometimes stronger sometimes weaker, bringing all sorts of smells, sounds and sights to me. Always shifting the perspective, always re-evaluating past concepts and seeing if perhaps there's a [i]better[/i] view of all this.
Better ... such a flighty word, so loaded with expectations. And of course the inevitable [i]here[/i] that needs improvement. Reality is. Not much we can do to change it. But our consciousness isn't fixed, it's driftwood on the open seas, sometimes up, sometimes down, always moving, swirling rolling towards some distant shore.
My post earlier this week, "Back to reality" was a thoughtless heading, but strangely apt. And when i read an essay by Robert Pirsig on reality, and escaping therefrom, well it synched in many unexpected ways.
Cruising Blues and Their Cure
By Robert Pirsig, Esquire, May 1977
If this is so, then it follows that those who see sailing as an escape from reality have got their understanding of both sailing and reality completely backwards. Sailing is not an escape but a return to and a confrontation of a reality from which modern civilization is itself an escape. For centuries, man suffered from the reality of an earth that was too dark or too hot or too cold for his comfort, and to escape this he invented complex systems of lighting, heating and air conditioning. Sailing rejects these and returns to the old realities of dark and heat and cold. Modern civilization has found radio, TV, movies, nightclubs and a huge variety of mechanized entertainment to titillate our senses and help us escape from the apparent boredom of the earth and the sun and wind and stars. Sailing returns to these ancient realities.
_________________________________________________________________________
But we cannot live in the reality of planet earth anymore. We are bound to playing this charade of civilised life day in and day out. Among a people who believe rain is to be avoided at all costs, well you could hardly imagine it being "reality" any more than reality tv. But it IS real, every day you get up and ... things happen. My reality is fairly pleasant, mostly. But the problem is in the escape, where i wish to be elsewhere, doing something else, being something different too. Which is the escape, and which the reality?
Most of our 9-5 is escaping reality, facades for the office, inventing relationships for profit, and speaking of surreal concepts which nature, humanity, and me feel absolutely fuckall for. Reality. Return to. Just give me some of that old time reality, and i think i'll be ok. A snarling dog, a screeching car. And suddenly your brains screams LIFE!!! At all costs. Rain, wet and cool and fragrant ... a small flower, your child, beaming as she discovers some hitherto unknown insect.
So i'm going to keep on living a little ... looking for that QUALITY in life. Making dynamic decisions that embrace myself and my challenges in to one unbroken form.
I wish you a fantastic day!!!
Monday, 20 December 2010
Simply Be
The philosophy of Lao Tsu is simple: Accept what is in front of you without wanting the situation to be other than it is, Study the natural order of things and work with it rather than against it, for to try to change what is ..... only sets up resistance. Nature provides everything without requiring payment or thanks and also provides for all without discrimination — therefore let us present the same face to everyone and treat all men as equals, however they may behave. If we watch carefully, we will see that work proceeds more quickly and easily if we stop "trying," if we stop putting in so much extra effort, if we stop looking for results. In the clarity of a still and open mind, truth will be reflected. We will come to appreciate the original meaning of the word "understand," which means to stand under" We serve whatever or whoever stands before us, without any thought for ourselves. Te—which may be translated as “virtue” or "strength"—lies always In Tao, or "natural law." In other words: Simply be.
Friday, 17 December 2010
Create Culture
"We have to create culture, don't watch TV, don't read magazines, don't even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you're worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you're giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is #-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told 'no', we're unimportant, we're peripheral. 'Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.' And then you're a player, you don't want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that's being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world." — Terence McKenna
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Worthless vaccines
Myths and Facts: Study Verifies That There Is No Value In Any Flu Vaccine
"...industry funded studies were published in more prestigious journals and cited more than other studies..."
"...reliable evidence on influenza vaccines is thin..."
"...there is evidence of widespread manipulation of conclusions..."
The authors found that vaccines administered parenterally, that is, outside the digestive tract, usually meaning by injection, reduced influenza-like symptoms by 4%. They found no evidence that vaccination prevents viral transmission! (There goes the whole herd immunity argument!) They also found no evidence that they prevent complications, either.
In spite of the limited reporting on adverse effects, the authors did find some, including 1.6 Guillain-Barré cases per million.
The question that must be asked is: How can influenza vaccinations be justified when there is virtually no benefit—not even the oft-cited dubious herd-immunity—and cases of severe harm are documented, in spite of disgustingly limited reporting of adverse effects?
It is long past time to end the travesty of jabbing adults and children without a shred of evidence showing real benefit in spite of trying to find it, and with evidence of crippling harm, in spite of trying to mask it.
"...industry funded studies were published in more prestigious journals and cited more than other studies..."
"...reliable evidence on influenza vaccines is thin..."
"...there is evidence of widespread manipulation of conclusions..."
The authors found that vaccines administered parenterally, that is, outside the digestive tract, usually meaning by injection, reduced influenza-like symptoms by 4%. They found no evidence that vaccination prevents viral transmission! (There goes the whole herd immunity argument!) They also found no evidence that they prevent complications, either.
In spite of the limited reporting on adverse effects, the authors did find some, including 1.6 Guillain-Barré cases per million.
The question that must be asked is: How can influenza vaccinations be justified when there is virtually no benefit—not even the oft-cited dubious herd-immunity—and cases of severe harm are documented, in spite of disgustingly limited reporting of adverse effects?
It is long past time to end the travesty of jabbing adults and children without a shred of evidence showing real benefit in spite of trying to find it, and with evidence of crippling harm, in spite of trying to mask it.
Monday, 13 December 2010
Back to reality
Yes, i've been away from reality. 800 kilometres away in fact, on the Natal south coast. An absolute break from the everyday humdrum. All day to swim, read, walk on the beach, and very little else.
The kids were brilliant, well behaved and enthusiastic about everything, and my youngest got to see the sea for the first time ... it's really mind boggling when you see it from her young perspective.
Stopped in at my cousin pn the way home, haven't seen her for 20 years or so ... how easily we continued where we left off, even though i now had a whole family. She'd met the elder two, but not the youngest, her kids are all grown up now too. Unreal how fast life happens when you're not watching.
Got back to family, at the seaside, which is always a different set of peceptions. Different time frames, different space, different attitudes. Nothing fancy of course, just simple and clear cut.
I read a few books, and had a whole bunch of thinking nothing at all. I'm going to post some ideas and maybe some pictures here soon, keep an eye out for it!
Peace and love
The kids were brilliant, well behaved and enthusiastic about everything, and my youngest got to see the sea for the first time ... it's really mind boggling when you see it from her young perspective.
Stopped in at my cousin pn the way home, haven't seen her for 20 years or so ... how easily we continued where we left off, even though i now had a whole family. She'd met the elder two, but not the youngest, her kids are all grown up now too. Unreal how fast life happens when you're not watching.
Got back to family, at the seaside, which is always a different set of peceptions. Different time frames, different space, different attitudes. Nothing fancy of course, just simple and clear cut.
I read a few books, and had a whole bunch of thinking nothing at all. I'm going to post some ideas and maybe some pictures here soon, keep an eye out for it!
Peace and love
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
Toyrun
It's over, thanks be. Months of work, phoning, organising, begging and some more creative thinking came to a climax on sunday. Numbers were down, attendance, gifts, money spent, all down on last year. Sign of the times i guess. No incidents though, save one poor bloke who tried to cross the bus lane ... it didn't work.
28 000 toys ... i cannot tell you how awesome it is to stand before it, and know that each toy will make a smile. Helluva lot of smiling kids. The whole event has a way of warping your sense of space and time. It's too big, too short, and WAY too busy when comparing with normal life. The noise, dust, heat and myriad sparkling pointa of chrome. The 20 trikes and trailers, headed up by santa himself ...
The volunteers, literally slaving away at intersections in the sun, waving and smiling at the passing metal. Nerds-on-site ... here's some free advertising. Their team got stuck in and worked. Helpful, friendly, resourceful. If you need some help with your computer "stuffs" ... give them a shout.
Just a few pictures here, we didn't get too many this year, i was too busy for a camera, although it would have been nice. The kaleidascope of colours shapes and spectacles is incredible! I'll try add some links as i find them, Think Bike has a few, and toyrun will have some up by december end i hope. Makro was also phenomenal in having toys available to puchase on site, and had really great prices.
I think that's it ... so much to say ... but much has already been said. I'll leave you with a few pics that caught my eye. Please, if you can, buy a toy, or a few, and just give it to some kid who won't get anything this year. I don't care where in the world you are, within 10km is a needy kid, show you care.
EDIT: So now i'm getting e-mails from some of the homes (already) with kids and toys ... and each one has a great big smile. I can't post these pics, legal reasons (underage in special care homes) but um ... first time i'm just about in tears.
THAT's why we do this. All becomes so simple. A kid, and a toy. What's so hard to understand?
Peace and love people.
28 000 toys ... i cannot tell you how awesome it is to stand before it, and know that each toy will make a smile. Helluva lot of smiling kids. The whole event has a way of warping your sense of space and time. It's too big, too short, and WAY too busy when comparing with normal life. The noise, dust, heat and myriad sparkling pointa of chrome. The 20 trikes and trailers, headed up by santa himself ...
The volunteers, literally slaving away at intersections in the sun, waving and smiling at the passing metal. Nerds-on-site ... here's some free advertising. Their team got stuck in and worked. Helpful, friendly, resourceful. If you need some help with your computer "stuffs" ... give them a shout.
Just a few pictures here, we didn't get too many this year, i was too busy for a camera, although it would have been nice. The kaleidascope of colours shapes and spectacles is incredible! I'll try add some links as i find them, Think Bike has a few, and toyrun will have some up by december end i hope. Makro was also phenomenal in having toys available to puchase on site, and had really great prices.
I think that's it ... so much to say ... but much has already been said. I'll leave you with a few pics that caught my eye. Please, if you can, buy a toy, or a few, and just give it to some kid who won't get anything this year. I don't care where in the world you are, within 10km is a needy kid, show you care.
EDIT: So now i'm getting e-mails from some of the homes (already) with kids and toys ... and each one has a great big smile. I can't post these pics, legal reasons (underage in special care homes) but um ... first time i'm just about in tears.
THAT's why we do this. All becomes so simple. A kid, and a toy. What's so hard to understand?
Peace and love people.
Friday, 26 November 2010
Be that friend ...
Thank you Clock at Think Bike
Every year we gather at memorial runs to remember our friends and family members who have passed before us. It is God’s will.
But, it is NOT God’s will if we knowingly taunt our own mortality. We love speed, we love the feeling of the open road – but let it be the open road where we do not endanger others or ourselves.
We love a beer or two or three or more – but let us do it in an environment where we know we will be safe.
Let us all be the guardian angel of the other.
Let us not point fingers but use that hand with the pointing finger to grab and hold on to those who stray from reality. It is our responsibility, yours and mine! Educate our youngsters and let them know the dangers we face every day on our bikes.
Warn them about the cars that surround us. Educate them on the use of the all powerfull right hand on the throttle!
In a year, which is probably the worst we have seen in many years, we have lost too many of our fellow riders!
YOU must be the wind of change
One person cannot change a community’s behaviour or attitude – but one person, you and I, can make a difference – one person, one day at a time – and with time, we can make so many more people aware.
You can be the person who tomorrow can lays his hand on the shoulder of a friend and ask him or her to either sleep over or get a lift home – you can be the person who takes a walk around a friends bike and check the chain, or if the tire is worn, or to check if a nut is loose – SPEAK!!
You are the one who can speak to the motorist – wife, son, daughter, mother or father - and ask them to please use their indicators – or to wait those extra few seconds at an intersection. Many motorists misjudge the speed of an oncoming motorcycle.
You can be the one who speaks to the neighbour’s daughter or son on a scooter, those with shorts and takkies or mini-skirt – tell them what a roastie feels like – tell the father or mother what their child will look like if not dressed properly
Ask your friend to be more carefull with the girl on the back - fasten the helmet – wear the gloves and ride carefully – she is someone’s daughter or sister!
Speak to your child – and be the example – YOU make the decision – make the decision to just think!
You don’t have to be a public speaker, a politician or a millionaire to help a friend or family member to be safe – just care about them!
Help Think Bike to get the message out there – SPEAK WHEN IT IS NECESSARY AND BE THAT FRIEND!!
Every year we gather at memorial runs to remember our friends and family members who have passed before us. It is God’s will.
But, it is NOT God’s will if we knowingly taunt our own mortality. We love speed, we love the feeling of the open road – but let it be the open road where we do not endanger others or ourselves.
We love a beer or two or three or more – but let us do it in an environment where we know we will be safe.
Let us all be the guardian angel of the other.
Let us not point fingers but use that hand with the pointing finger to grab and hold on to those who stray from reality. It is our responsibility, yours and mine! Educate our youngsters and let them know the dangers we face every day on our bikes.
Warn them about the cars that surround us. Educate them on the use of the all powerfull right hand on the throttle!
In a year, which is probably the worst we have seen in many years, we have lost too many of our fellow riders!
YOU must be the wind of change
One person cannot change a community’s behaviour or attitude – but one person, you and I, can make a difference – one person, one day at a time – and with time, we can make so many more people aware.
You can be the person who tomorrow can lays his hand on the shoulder of a friend and ask him or her to either sleep over or get a lift home – you can be the person who takes a walk around a friends bike and check the chain, or if the tire is worn, or to check if a nut is loose – SPEAK!!
You are the one who can speak to the motorist – wife, son, daughter, mother or father - and ask them to please use their indicators – or to wait those extra few seconds at an intersection. Many motorists misjudge the speed of an oncoming motorcycle.
You can be the one who speaks to the neighbour’s daughter or son on a scooter, those with shorts and takkies or mini-skirt – tell them what a roastie feels like – tell the father or mother what their child will look like if not dressed properly
Ask your friend to be more carefull with the girl on the back - fasten the helmet – wear the gloves and ride carefully – she is someone’s daughter or sister!
Speak to your child – and be the example – YOU make the decision – make the decision to just think!
You don’t have to be a public speaker, a politician or a millionaire to help a friend or family member to be safe – just care about them!
Help Think Bike to get the message out there – SPEAK WHEN IT IS NECESSARY AND BE THAT FRIEND!!
Thursday, 25 November 2010
TSA
Can't even say i know offhand what those letters represent, in language. But in life they represent backscatter xrays and sexual assault.
One guy with time fucked them around so much they let him go. Curiously, they have no "rights" to do this, they are bullying people into it. But bullying is only the start, what follows is ... disturbing. Got nothing to do with terrorists, further than the people are terrorized? He who uses violence to instill fear is a terrorist. And the blame passing doesn't pass muster. It's the ay-rabs ... gawd-damned ay-rabs ruinin' our cuntry. So why are muslims exempt?
The following blog outlines some of the basic concerns, from a medical perspective. Anyones else noticing how many are dying from cancer lately? Or even "surviving" it?? Everyone, just about. It wasn't always a problem? Anyhow, this is what we know about these machines, as told to us by the suppliers:
http://myhelicaltryst.blogspot.com/2010/11/tsa-x-ray-backscatter-body-scanner.html
"Our overriding concern is the extent to which the safety of this scanning device has been adequately demonstrated. This can only be determined by a meeting of an impartial panel of experts that would include medical physicists and radiation biologists at which all of the available relevant data is reviewed."
"The X-ray dose from these devices has often been compared in the media to the cosmic ray exposure inherent to airplane travel or that of a chest X-ray. However, this comparison is very misleading: both the air travel cosmic ray exposure and chest X-rays have much higher X-ray energies and the health consequences are appropriately understood in terms of the whole body volume dose. In contrast, these new airport scanners are largely depositing their energy into the skin and immediately adjacent tissue, and since this is such a small fraction of body weight/vol, possibly by one to two orders of magnitude, the real dose to the skin is now high."
"In addition, it appears that real independent safety data do not exist."
"There is good reason to believe that these scanners will increase the risk of cancer to children and other vulnerable populations. We are unanimous in believing that the potential health consequences need to be rigorously studied before these scanners are adopted."
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And much, much more ...
EDIT: Transportation Security Administration (TSA)
http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/30286
"Obama not only endorses the enhanced security screening, but the measures outlined in this directive to be taken in response to public objections.
For “any person, group or domestic alternative media source” that actively objects to, causes others to object to, supports and/or elicits support for anyone who engages in such travel “disruptions” at U.S. airports (as defined above) in response to the enhanced security procedures, the [applicable DHS administrative branch] is instructed to identify and collect information about the persons or entities, and submit such information in the manner outlined [within this directive].
It would appear that the Department of Homeland Security is not only prepared to enforce the enhanced security procedures at airports, but is involved in gathering intelligence about those who don’t. They’re making a list and most certainly will be checking it twice. Meanwhile, legitimate threats to our air travel security (and they DO exist) seem to be taking a back seat to the larger threat of the multitude of non-criminal American citizens who object to having their Constitutional rights violated."
One guy with time fucked them around so much they let him go. Curiously, they have no "rights" to do this, they are bullying people into it. But bullying is only the start, what follows is ... disturbing. Got nothing to do with terrorists, further than the people are terrorized? He who uses violence to instill fear is a terrorist. And the blame passing doesn't pass muster. It's the ay-rabs ... gawd-damned ay-rabs ruinin' our cuntry. So why are muslims exempt?
The following blog outlines some of the basic concerns, from a medical perspective. Anyones else noticing how many are dying from cancer lately? Or even "surviving" it?? Everyone, just about. It wasn't always a problem? Anyhow, this is what we know about these machines, as told to us by the suppliers:
http://myhelicaltryst.blogspot.com/2010/11/tsa-x-ray-backscatter-body-scanner.html
"Our overriding concern is the extent to which the safety of this scanning device has been adequately demonstrated. This can only be determined by a meeting of an impartial panel of experts that would include medical physicists and radiation biologists at which all of the available relevant data is reviewed."
"The X-ray dose from these devices has often been compared in the media to the cosmic ray exposure inherent to airplane travel or that of a chest X-ray. However, this comparison is very misleading: both the air travel cosmic ray exposure and chest X-rays have much higher X-ray energies and the health consequences are appropriately understood in terms of the whole body volume dose. In contrast, these new airport scanners are largely depositing their energy into the skin and immediately adjacent tissue, and since this is such a small fraction of body weight/vol, possibly by one to two orders of magnitude, the real dose to the skin is now high."
"In addition, it appears that real independent safety data do not exist."
"There is good reason to believe that these scanners will increase the risk of cancer to children and other vulnerable populations. We are unanimous in believing that the potential health consequences need to be rigorously studied before these scanners are adopted."
_____________________________________________________________
And much, much more ...
EDIT: Transportation Security Administration (TSA)
http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/30286
"Obama not only endorses the enhanced security screening, but the measures outlined in this directive to be taken in response to public objections.
For “any person, group or domestic alternative media source” that actively objects to, causes others to object to, supports and/or elicits support for anyone who engages in such travel “disruptions” at U.S. airports (as defined above) in response to the enhanced security procedures, the [applicable DHS administrative branch] is instructed to identify and collect information about the persons or entities, and submit such information in the manner outlined [within this directive].
It would appear that the Department of Homeland Security is not only prepared to enforce the enhanced security procedures at airports, but is involved in gathering intelligence about those who don’t. They’re making a list and most certainly will be checking it twice. Meanwhile, legitimate threats to our air travel security (and they DO exist) seem to be taking a back seat to the larger threat of the multitude of non-criminal American citizens who object to having their Constitutional rights violated."
Monday, 22 November 2010
Something Nice
I have this overwhelmiong urge to post something, nice. But i got nothing to say ... *chuckle*
Nothing bad, just quiet, you know? It's going to be a hell of a week, toyrun is this weekend. I want it over now ... too much stress, too many variables, too many things that are now fixed. Bring it on, let's DO this thing.
I'm off to make last minute frantic phonecalls, settle the work, as i'm taking a few days off for this, and trying to keep sane meanwhile.
Peace and love peeps, have a groovy week.
Aha ... found it. Your happy thought for the day:
http://saphotographs.blogspot.com/
Added to blogroll under South African.
Nothing bad, just quiet, you know? It's going to be a hell of a week, toyrun is this weekend. I want it over now ... too much stress, too many variables, too many things that are now fixed. Bring it on, let's DO this thing.
I'm off to make last minute frantic phonecalls, settle the work, as i'm taking a few days off for this, and trying to keep sane meanwhile.
Peace and love peeps, have a groovy week.
Aha ... found it. Your happy thought for the day:
http://saphotographs.blogspot.com/
Added to blogroll under South African.
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
School killings
IOL
Soshanguve teachers are fearing for their lives after three gunmen stormed into a school, terrorising staff, in the wake of the deaths of three people in shootings the day before.
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I feel sick. And one (stupid) dead rich foreigner gets more media. Come to South Africa, it's really safe here. If you don't go to Gugulethu ... or school.
Soshanguve teachers are fearing for their lives after three gunmen stormed into a school, terrorising staff, in the wake of the deaths of three people in shootings the day before.
______________________________________________________________
I feel sick. And one (stupid) dead rich foreigner gets more media. Come to South Africa, it's really safe here. If you don't go to Gugulethu ... or school.
Sunday, 14 November 2010
Why I Ride
Why I Ride
By: Bill Hicks
Riding along on my two wheel machine
the pavement takes from me the painful reprieve
Thoughts and fears leave my "brain cloudy" mind,
but only those that are worried or unkind
The sky expands my horizons, inner peace and compassion's
my soul rides beside me and intercepts all distractions
Reality is around me, but I have a cleansed mind to confront it
frustration is behind me, the foe that cloaked and compounded it
Please understand that this is my sanction
its not the chrome or image or acceleration
It's not an escape or a good place to hide
it's approaching Zen that makes me ride
If this touches close to why you must ride
you are my brother or sister in kind
And I hope to share a few miles or a friendly high sign
as we pass while I'm out "untanglin my mind"
By: Bill Hicks
Riding along on my two wheel machine
the pavement takes from me the painful reprieve
Thoughts and fears leave my "brain cloudy" mind,
but only those that are worried or unkind
The sky expands my horizons, inner peace and compassion's
my soul rides beside me and intercepts all distractions
Reality is around me, but I have a cleansed mind to confront it
frustration is behind me, the foe that cloaked and compounded it
Please understand that this is my sanction
its not the chrome or image or acceleration
It's not an escape or a good place to hide
it's approaching Zen that makes me ride
If this touches close to why you must ride
you are my brother or sister in kind
And I hope to share a few miles or a friendly high sign
as we pass while I'm out "untanglin my mind"
Friday, 12 November 2010
The Kraken Wakes
The Kraken Wakes
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by men and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
I found the book by John Wyndham. I'm enthralled, but also just a little freaked out. Like with the cthulu stories, it digs so deep into the subconscious ... primal fears. Astounding story though, and the common sense attitudes of 50 years ago are a breath of fresh air.
As an aside, i discovered that my most famous ancestor was good friends with Lord Tennyson. A very strange affair, since my ancestor was a hymn writer.
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by men and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
I found the book by John Wyndham. I'm enthralled, but also just a little freaked out. Like with the cthulu stories, it digs so deep into the subconscious ... primal fears. Astounding story though, and the common sense attitudes of 50 years ago are a breath of fresh air.
As an aside, i discovered that my most famous ancestor was good friends with Lord Tennyson. A very strange affair, since my ancestor was a hymn writer.
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Daily satmaps
I FOUND IT.
Been looking for this blasted page for yonks.
http://rapidfire.sci.gsfc.nasa.gov/subsets/#Africa
Now what that does .... go lookee ;-)
:D :D :D
Been looking for this blasted page for yonks.
http://rapidfire.sci.gsfc.nasa.gov/subsets/#Africa
Now what that does .... go lookee ;-)
:D :D :D
Monday, 8 November 2010
letter from the interwebs
Posted today ... ATS ... by scott ... in arizona ...
In the interwebs talk, i ROFLMAOLOLD
I hear ya MrWendal!
If they come - they come. If they blow - they blow! If we die - we die!
I have my guns, my ammo, my portable solar panel, my Berkey water filter, my iodine tablets, my MRE's, my dried beans and about 25 bottles of peanut butter (don't ask).
I feel more than prepared, and I really don't care anymore what happens or when. I realized that spending time with the ones I love was more important than worrying about impending doom or waiting for some advanced entity to save us all.
We are all on this ride - when it ends it ends. It is still fun to look everyday and see where this is all going. I admit - at times on here I have done some wacky posts just for fun. I have also been caught up in the specific event dates and have worried at times. But, my wife grounded me (thank God). So whatever comes our way is going to come our way - there is no stopping it - no predicting or channeling has ever helped anyone. It is always a minute -day to late.
So, I am going to enjoy my life - and look at this site everyday just to be entertained or - on occasion maybe have a leg up on what might come - or not. Like everyone else says - it is better to be informed and prepared than to be naive and oblivious.
Cheers -
In the interwebs talk, i ROFLMAOLOLD
I hear ya MrWendal!
If they come - they come. If they blow - they blow! If we die - we die!
I have my guns, my ammo, my portable solar panel, my Berkey water filter, my iodine tablets, my MRE's, my dried beans and about 25 bottles of peanut butter (don't ask).
I feel more than prepared, and I really don't care anymore what happens or when. I realized that spending time with the ones I love was more important than worrying about impending doom or waiting for some advanced entity to save us all.
We are all on this ride - when it ends it ends. It is still fun to look everyday and see where this is all going. I admit - at times on here I have done some wacky posts just for fun. I have also been caught up in the specific event dates and have worried at times. But, my wife grounded me (thank God). So whatever comes our way is going to come our way - there is no stopping it - no predicting or channeling has ever helped anyone. It is always a minute -day to late.
So, I am going to enjoy my life - and look at this site everyday just to be entertained or - on occasion maybe have a leg up on what might come - or not. Like everyone else says - it is better to be informed and prepared than to be naive and oblivious.
Cheers -
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Record
Much of what i say here is for purely personal record. Feel free to comment but i just need to get someting out there.
November the 6th 2010 is a day of great importance. I'm not sure why though. It's new moon, always nice, but it's the most energetic period in my memory. ENERGY. Plenty of it. I can't say good or bad, guess as ever both. But noteworthy anyway.
It feels like someone has just untied a balloon, and today the pressure is being released. That pressure is going to drive action. I can feel it. I was up last night reading online, ats and various news, info sources. For the first time in my knowledge, several totally differing sources agree on this period as having great influence, and i mean politically, financially, socially, astrologically too.
Almost like a kite, how high must one's mind climb to see above the smog of our day? And how thin is the string? And what happens when you get there, and realise that the view is awful. Sometimes.
Obaman is in India for the biggest weapons deal in history. Not only that, but to cement the US missile grid around the globe. More war, more terror for millions. It's being put into place right now. It's being sold as "jobs for the us and india".
It runs so deep, the conspiracy against us, the non-limits of their greed, it's almost impossible to pinpoint, since it's so pervasive. Tracing all it's myriad twistings probably makes you mad ... staring into the abyss. But today a light comes out of the abyss, a blinding light that has purpose, and menace. It will reveal the landscape to many many people who have been lost in darkness. But will bring much sorrow too. Especially.
It's not the end of the world, won't be for a while still. But i can hear a tiktok and the scratch of a spring as it winds down. Maybe it's just me, but it's getting louder.
So there you have it, stare into the abyss and you blabber on blogs.
peace and love ;-)
November the 6th 2010 is a day of great importance. I'm not sure why though. It's new moon, always nice, but it's the most energetic period in my memory. ENERGY. Plenty of it. I can't say good or bad, guess as ever both. But noteworthy anyway.
It feels like someone has just untied a balloon, and today the pressure is being released. That pressure is going to drive action. I can feel it. I was up last night reading online, ats and various news, info sources. For the first time in my knowledge, several totally differing sources agree on this period as having great influence, and i mean politically, financially, socially, astrologically too.
Almost like a kite, how high must one's mind climb to see above the smog of our day? And how thin is the string? And what happens when you get there, and realise that the view is awful. Sometimes.
Obaman is in India for the biggest weapons deal in history. Not only that, but to cement the US missile grid around the globe. More war, more terror for millions. It's being put into place right now. It's being sold as "jobs for the us and india".
It runs so deep, the conspiracy against us, the non-limits of their greed, it's almost impossible to pinpoint, since it's so pervasive. Tracing all it's myriad twistings probably makes you mad ... staring into the abyss. But today a light comes out of the abyss, a blinding light that has purpose, and menace. It will reveal the landscape to many many people who have been lost in darkness. But will bring much sorrow too. Especially.
It's not the end of the world, won't be for a while still. But i can hear a tiktok and the scratch of a spring as it winds down. Maybe it's just me, but it's getting louder.
So there you have it, stare into the abyss and you blabber on blogs.
peace and love ;-)
Thursday, 4 November 2010
Photos
So i don't have photo's, here are a few thousand words to make up for it ....
No, not really. I was sick recently, stomach bug or something. A good equaliser i think. Back to: you're just an organism mate, eat, be eaten, and sometimes just be borrowed a bit. Without permission of course. I'd be happy if my son hadn't caught it next. Sometimes you feel guilty for something you had no control over, know what i mean?
The photo: So i get home early, and the kids go swim. So i fetch my youngest from the creche earlier than usual. Seeing she didn't join her siblings outside, i go looking. I was inside looking out the window, and i see my little girl playing in the mud. Yup, sand, water, sticks for digging and mixing, and a purposeful air reminiscent of a master alchemist. I was transfixed. To be four years old, and absolutely enthralled with mud, all alone and happy. I can't do that anymore!! ... neither can you ...
Stranger still to think that some parents discourage their kids playing in the mud ... i cannot conceive of the mental processes required to come to a conclusion like that? I willingly fetched water, but declined to dig more mud out for her ROFL!!
Had a long chat with my son about stuff too. Got a very perceptive brain that young boy. His conclusions are often startling, not only for accuracy, but also for out the box, his thinking hasn't been malformed yet, so you still get true naivity and sometimes obvious connections that you overlook.
My eldest daughter is a teenager now. I've moved her to the spare bathroom, where she can remain until passing university.
No, not really. I was sick recently, stomach bug or something. A good equaliser i think. Back to: you're just an organism mate, eat, be eaten, and sometimes just be borrowed a bit. Without permission of course. I'd be happy if my son hadn't caught it next. Sometimes you feel guilty for something you had no control over, know what i mean?
The photo: So i get home early, and the kids go swim. So i fetch my youngest from the creche earlier than usual. Seeing she didn't join her siblings outside, i go looking. I was inside looking out the window, and i see my little girl playing in the mud. Yup, sand, water, sticks for digging and mixing, and a purposeful air reminiscent of a master alchemist. I was transfixed. To be four years old, and absolutely enthralled with mud, all alone and happy. I can't do that anymore!! ... neither can you ...
Stranger still to think that some parents discourage their kids playing in the mud ... i cannot conceive of the mental processes required to come to a conclusion like that? I willingly fetched water, but declined to dig more mud out for her ROFL!!
Had a long chat with my son about stuff too. Got a very perceptive brain that young boy. His conclusions are often startling, not only for accuracy, but also for out the box, his thinking hasn't been malformed yet, so you still get true naivity and sometimes obvious connections that you overlook.
My eldest daughter is a teenager now. I've moved her to the spare bathroom, where she can remain until passing university.
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