Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
let's go shopping
If anyone believes the web bot project prediction that October 25th will be the beginning of the end of the American economic system, you have only two days left to buy stuff before your money becomes worthless.
Damn! Only two days to spend every dime in my bank accounts.
I've been thinking about what to buy that would make the best investment in a world where money is worthless. Mutual funds, IRA's, and T-bills don't seem like a very smart investment, no matter how much The Fed claims the recession is over.
It's got to be something that has enough intrinsic value that would allow it to become currency itself. It's got to be portable, fairly scarce, and something everyone either wants or knows others who want it. I came up with a list of things that may increase in intrinsic value and could be used as barter if our present currency becomes worthless.
1. Tobacco. Whether you smoke or not, tobacco is going to be the hottest commodity in the post-economic apocalypse. Every backpack, duffel, and cargo pocket can carry an amount of tobacco suitable enough to trade for a case of beans, gallon of gas, or to bribe an official.
2. Whiskey. Aside from being the hit of any party, whiskey is good as a coolant, antiseptic, and pain reliever. It also has an indefinite shelf life, which makes it not only an excellent survival tool but it's true worth as a bartering medium puts this item at the top of the list. Other items worth hording might be vodka, gin, and my favorite, rum.
3. Drugs. There are three basic drug categories. Prescription, over-the-counter, and street.
3(a) Prescription drugs include antibiotics, pain pills, tranquilizers, antidepressants, downers, etc. In the post-economic apocalypse, prescription drugs will have very little value due to the huge stockpile big pharma has been producing for decades and will most likely be passed out like beads at a Marti Gras. Keep some quantities of Cipro and class A drugs for yourself but don't count on any of this stuff maintaining any value.
3(b) Over-the counter drugs include aspirin, nsaids, vitamins, antacids, antihistamines, analgesics, and tons of other stuff not worth bothering with. Long before the dust settles, the over-the-counter stuff will be pushed over to get to the real goodies in the back of the drug store. Keep a healthy supply of potassium iodide for yourself and loved ones in case there's a nuclear exchange.
3(c) Street drugs include all those natural, time-tested remedies that are deemed "illicit" by the powers that be for their ability to get you high without making mega profits for big pharma. Cocaine, amphetamines, hash, pot, grass, weed, marijuana, heroin, opium, and any other substance that is tax free, gets you high, and makes profits for anyone other than big pharma could be considered street drugs and are worth their weight in gold as a bartering instrument. In the post-economic apocalypse, it's the street drugs that will be sought after more than any other pharmaceutical. It's scarcity will only increase its value and anyone who really wants this stuff will gladly pay whatever price you dictate.
4. Guns and ammo. Not really a barter instrument but guns can get you more than all other forms of barter combined, provided the person you're trading with isn't armed as well. But if you want to unload that .357 for a bag of street drugs, be sure you don't include the ammo. Besides, in the post-economic apocalypse, those high powered handguns without ammo will become as worthless as Hummers without gas. Better get a .22. The ammo is cheap and plentiful.
5. Food. By far the purest form of barter is sustenance. A can of pork and beans could not only get you some kick ass drugs but maybe a few drinks. When money is worthless you could burn hundred dollar bills just to heat up your creamed corn. Look for foods with a long shelf life and high nutritional value like sardines or kippered herring and stock up on chocolate bars and dried fruit, in case you want to barter for the charms of some female companionship.
Just as you would keep your valuables in a safe or a bank, you might consider a hide out as one of the last big-ticket items you buy before your cash becomes completely worthless. If you can afford one of those self-contained motor homes, now is the time to do it. If not, find an old bus and convert it to a home on wheels with storage space for all the items you feel are necessary to maintain your well being, and park it off the beaten path. Camouflage netting is crucial. You don't want your hideaway to look like a big yellow target. While your out buying stuff, get a generator, water purification system, propane or kerosene heaters, and lots of containers to store water and food. Don't forget your laptop with satellite uplink and a good shortwave radio.
And remember, It's better to have drugs and no money than money and no drugs.
Damn! Only two days to spend every dime in my bank accounts.
I've been thinking about what to buy that would make the best investment in a world where money is worthless. Mutual funds, IRA's, and T-bills don't seem like a very smart investment, no matter how much The Fed claims the recession is over.
It's got to be something that has enough intrinsic value that would allow it to become currency itself. It's got to be portable, fairly scarce, and something everyone either wants or knows others who want it. I came up with a list of things that may increase in intrinsic value and could be used as barter if our present currency becomes worthless.
1. Tobacco. Whether you smoke or not, tobacco is going to be the hottest commodity in the post-economic apocalypse. Every backpack, duffel, and cargo pocket can carry an amount of tobacco suitable enough to trade for a case of beans, gallon of gas, or to bribe an official.
2. Whiskey. Aside from being the hit of any party, whiskey is good as a coolant, antiseptic, and pain reliever. It also has an indefinite shelf life, which makes it not only an excellent survival tool but it's true worth as a bartering medium puts this item at the top of the list. Other items worth hording might be vodka, gin, and my favorite, rum.
3. Drugs. There are three basic drug categories. Prescription, over-the-counter, and street.
3(a) Prescription drugs include antibiotics, pain pills, tranquilizers, antidepressants, downers, etc. In the post-economic apocalypse, prescription drugs will have very little value due to the huge stockpile big pharma has been producing for decades and will most likely be passed out like beads at a Marti Gras. Keep some quantities of Cipro and class A drugs for yourself but don't count on any of this stuff maintaining any value.
3(b) Over-the counter drugs include aspirin, nsaids, vitamins, antacids, antihistamines, analgesics, and tons of other stuff not worth bothering with. Long before the dust settles, the over-the-counter stuff will be pushed over to get to the real goodies in the back of the drug store. Keep a healthy supply of potassium iodide for yourself and loved ones in case there's a nuclear exchange.
3(c) Street drugs include all those natural, time-tested remedies that are deemed "illicit" by the powers that be for their ability to get you high without making mega profits for big pharma. Cocaine, amphetamines, hash, pot, grass, weed, marijuana, heroin, opium, and any other substance that is tax free, gets you high, and makes profits for anyone other than big pharma could be considered street drugs and are worth their weight in gold as a bartering instrument. In the post-economic apocalypse, it's the street drugs that will be sought after more than any other pharmaceutical. It's scarcity will only increase its value and anyone who really wants this stuff will gladly pay whatever price you dictate.
4. Guns and ammo. Not really a barter instrument but guns can get you more than all other forms of barter combined, provided the person you're trading with isn't armed as well. But if you want to unload that .357 for a bag of street drugs, be sure you don't include the ammo. Besides, in the post-economic apocalypse, those high powered handguns without ammo will become as worthless as Hummers without gas. Better get a .22. The ammo is cheap and plentiful.
5. Food. By far the purest form of barter is sustenance. A can of pork and beans could not only get you some kick ass drugs but maybe a few drinks. When money is worthless you could burn hundred dollar bills just to heat up your creamed corn. Look for foods with a long shelf life and high nutritional value like sardines or kippered herring and stock up on chocolate bars and dried fruit, in case you want to barter for the charms of some female companionship.
Just as you would keep your valuables in a safe or a bank, you might consider a hide out as one of the last big-ticket items you buy before your cash becomes completely worthless. If you can afford one of those self-contained motor homes, now is the time to do it. If not, find an old bus and convert it to a home on wheels with storage space for all the items you feel are necessary to maintain your well being, and park it off the beaten path. Camouflage netting is crucial. You don't want your hideaway to look like a big yellow target. While your out buying stuff, get a generator, water purification system, propane or kerosene heaters, and lots of containers to store water and food. Don't forget your laptop with satellite uplink and a good shortwave radio.
And remember, It's better to have drugs and no money than money and no drugs.
Perseverance
"When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, til it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn."
-Harriet Beecher Stowe
-Harriet Beecher Stowe
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
death of common sense
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An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly rather true, February 2009
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies: Don't spend more than you can earn, and reliable strategies: adults, not children, are in charge. His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; - I Know My Rights - I Want It Now - Someone Else Is To Blame - I'm A Victim |
Sunday, October 18, 2009
web bot october 25, 2009
Since the late 90's the Web Bot Project has been combing the internet looking for advance information and trends in order to make a killing on the stock and commodity markets. It seems the web bot project grabs hold of words and phrases throughout the internet, like taking a peek into someone's subconscious mind. Only, in this case, it's the subconscious of the internet. This program then analyzes these words, phrases, and surrounding text, and comes up with Nostradamus-like predictions, based on subconscious internet chatter. The predictions are sometimes vague but extremely accurate. For example, a few years ago, web bot said there would be a world changing event within 90 days. That prediction was made on June, 2001. Other predictions include the tsunami in Sri Lanka, the Katrina devastation, and the monetary shake up of October 2008. The latest prediction says October 25, 2009 will be the beginning of the end of the world economic system and the total collapse of the U.S. dollar. Since this last bit of information was leaked, they decided to tighten up security and prevent any web bot information going public.
I have mixed feelings about this latest web bot prediction. Now, I don't believe everything I hear and I take these predictions with a grain of salt, but the track record of this program makes me think about playing the odds. When Nostradamus looked into his pail of water and wrote down his prophecies, they could have pertained to anything and even after studying these quatrains for hundreds of years, we still can't predict anything until after it happens. A warning after the fact is useless. But web bot is different.
Gleaning information from the vast amount of internet chatter and forming accurate predictions tells me that it's us, the human collective, that makes things happen. All web bot does is interpret and translate the noise into information. What seems like a subconscious collective thought from the internet is actually the conscious chatter of the human internet users who are putting in their 2 cent opinions in blogs, websites, and every other internet forum designed for voicing opinions. If web bot's predictions are accurate, and I believe they are, then it stands to reason that it's our collective thoughts, hopes, dreams, and fears that form the universe we live in.
Who or what guides the emotional state of the collective? Or, is the total collapse of the worlds economic system a necessary purification stage for the 2012 transformation?
I don't know the answers but I'm sure by October 25 we'll be seriously considering another way of life other than over-consumerism and constantly buying crap we don't need.
Perhaps the new mantra might be:
Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.
I have mixed feelings about this latest web bot prediction. Now, I don't believe everything I hear and I take these predictions with a grain of salt, but the track record of this program makes me think about playing the odds. When Nostradamus looked into his pail of water and wrote down his prophecies, they could have pertained to anything and even after studying these quatrains for hundreds of years, we still can't predict anything until after it happens. A warning after the fact is useless. But web bot is different.
Gleaning information from the vast amount of internet chatter and forming accurate predictions tells me that it's us, the human collective, that makes things happen. All web bot does is interpret and translate the noise into information. What seems like a subconscious collective thought from the internet is actually the conscious chatter of the human internet users who are putting in their 2 cent opinions in blogs, websites, and every other internet forum designed for voicing opinions. If web bot's predictions are accurate, and I believe they are, then it stands to reason that it's our collective thoughts, hopes, dreams, and fears that form the universe we live in.
Who or what guides the emotional state of the collective? Or, is the total collapse of the worlds economic system a necessary purification stage for the 2012 transformation?
I don't know the answers but I'm sure by October 25 we'll be seriously considering another way of life other than over-consumerism and constantly buying crap we don't need.
Perhaps the new mantra might be:
Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
I lost my leather jacket
I lost my leather jacket. I completely tore the house appart and it's no where to be found. I searched from basement to attic and every closet in between. I looked under beds and pantries and covered the garage from top to bottom. There isn't one, single stone left unturned. My jacket is officially lost.
Well, life goes on, so I put the leather jacket on the back burner and went off on other tangents, like making a video about my PVC CB modification. As I was downloading movie clips, I came across a clip I wasn't familiar with.
I made a post back in July about needing a new group of friends. In that post I mentioned a couple people who stayed the night at my place but refused to get up when it was time for me to leave for work. These are the people I had to wake up with a shotgun under the bedroom window, only to learn ten hours later they were awake but didn't feel like getting up. I found out later they got on my computer, ate my food, overfed the cat and lord knows what else. I had images of these two assholes going through my underwear drawer, reading my diary, and perusing my emails while sucking up what was left of my liquor supply and eyeballing things they could hock. I had privacy issues at that time, and they were very much aware of it, but that didn't stop them from taking advantage of my hospitality and spending the day mooching off of me while I was away.
Here are the facts...
1. The jacket in question was in the same room these people last stayed in.
2. It was July and I didn't need a jacket so I didn't bother looking for it until now.
3. My friends don't steal from me. Sometimes someone might leave something here and they can count on me holding it for them to pick it up later. This creates a very honest atmosphere.
4. These people were the last people to see the jacket in question.
As far as my leather jacket goes, is it too far a reach to accuse these jerks of taking it back to the Bronx with them?
Anyway... I found this previously unknown video on my cam and felt it fitting to share it with you. Remember. This can happen to YOU!
Enjoy.
Well, life goes on, so I put the leather jacket on the back burner and went off on other tangents, like making a video about my PVC CB modification. As I was downloading movie clips, I came across a clip I wasn't familiar with.
I made a post back in July about needing a new group of friends. In that post I mentioned a couple people who stayed the night at my place but refused to get up when it was time for me to leave for work. These are the people I had to wake up with a shotgun under the bedroom window, only to learn ten hours later they were awake but didn't feel like getting up. I found out later they got on my computer, ate my food, overfed the cat and lord knows what else. I had images of these two assholes going through my underwear drawer, reading my diary, and perusing my emails while sucking up what was left of my liquor supply and eyeballing things they could hock. I had privacy issues at that time, and they were very much aware of it, but that didn't stop them from taking advantage of my hospitality and spending the day mooching off of me while I was away.
Here are the facts...
1. The jacket in question was in the same room these people last stayed in.
2. It was July and I didn't need a jacket so I didn't bother looking for it until now.
3. My friends don't steal from me. Sometimes someone might leave something here and they can count on me holding it for them to pick it up later. This creates a very honest atmosphere.
4. These people were the last people to see the jacket in question.
As far as my leather jacket goes, is it too far a reach to accuse these jerks of taking it back to the Bronx with them?
Anyway... I found this previously unknown video on my cam and felt it fitting to share it with you. Remember. This can happen to YOU!
Enjoy.
Monday, October 05, 2009
reliability
"In helping others, we shall help ourselves, for whatever good we give out completes the circle and comes back to us."
-Flora Edwards
-Flora Edwards
Friday, October 02, 2009
PVC CB Modifications
I was busy, alright.
The thoughts and ideas that flooded my cranium took form in two different components... A new ring generator and a modified frequency generator. I built the generator from scratch using old school technology like circuit boards, resistors, capacitors, and potentiometers, with an extra 9 volt battery that not only allows this unit to run three times longer but with increased amperage. The thought came to me that I should install a few solar collectors to let the sun power this succor up, with some caps to store the unused charge that can be metered out at night, but that idea will have to sit on the back burner for awhile. I got bigger fish to fry.
The ring generator was easier to make than I thought it would be. All it took was an angel-food cake pan and a short piece of PVC pipe for the mold, lots of micron sized particles of aluminum, iron oxide, brass, some ground up crystal shards, and a large mobius coil in the center. I found, in powered applications like this, the smaller the metals, the more powerful the unit becomes. The trade off is, it won't work without some kind of power. That's what the frequency generator is for.
When working with powdered metals it's important to mix the metal with the resin before you pour, otherwise it'll end up like gravy when you add the flour in the last step. It lumps together in dry bubbles of powder. Also, when this resin cures it shrinks. That's a good thing because it releases from the outer sides of the mold but when you use an inner mold, it tends to compress around it, giving it a very tight fit. Unless you can find something a few millimeters larger you'll end up machining the hole. Using vasoline as a release agent helps because the resin won't get past it and makes getting it out of the mold so much easier.
The first test was rather impressive. Firing up the ring with a piece of orgonite in the middle clearly shows the energy signature of the piece your using. This is the best way I know of to tell what shape works best for whatever application you're looking for. For this cloudbuster, a cone tested out as the best shape because of the laser-like energy coming out the top. The opposite end of the scale would be an orb, which sends out energy in all directions.
Assembled, this unit performed spectacularly.
It was a crappy day. One of those fall days you'd rather be somewhere else. Cold, dreary, and horizon to horizon clouds. Perfect for this test. I fired it up, pointed it east and within 15 minutes the sky turned blue where this unit was pointing and tiny droplets of rain came down, indicating the clouds were beginning to break up. The southern sky was still filled with clouds so I repositioned it and within minutes the southern sky began breaking up. A half hour after starting this test, the sky was now blue in the directions I pointed this cloudbuster. You could see the clouds literally falling apart and being replaced by sylphs.
The reflective character of the satellite dish really ramped up the energy flow and focused it like a beam. A nice thing about these dishes are they're easy to mount and swivel in any direction. You'll notice this is a Primestar dish. I got this dish when Primestar was bought out by Direct TV and everyone on the old system had to scrap these old dinosaurs for the new and better dish. If you dig around you'll be sure to find tons of these units for the asking.
I can't help thinking this unit has many more uses than weather modification. I wonder what would happen if I pointed it toward Washington?
The thoughts and ideas that flooded my cranium took form in two different components... A new ring generator and a modified frequency generator. I built the generator from scratch using old school technology like circuit boards, resistors, capacitors, and potentiometers, with an extra 9 volt battery that not only allows this unit to run three times longer but with increased amperage. The thought came to me that I should install a few solar collectors to let the sun power this succor up, with some caps to store the unused charge that can be metered out at night, but that idea will have to sit on the back burner for awhile. I got bigger fish to fry.
The ring generator was easier to make than I thought it would be. All it took was an angel-food cake pan and a short piece of PVC pipe for the mold, lots of micron sized particles of aluminum, iron oxide, brass, some ground up crystal shards, and a large mobius coil in the center. I found, in powered applications like this, the smaller the metals, the more powerful the unit becomes. The trade off is, it won't work without some kind of power. That's what the frequency generator is for.
When working with powdered metals it's important to mix the metal with the resin before you pour, otherwise it'll end up like gravy when you add the flour in the last step. It lumps together in dry bubbles of powder. Also, when this resin cures it shrinks. That's a good thing because it releases from the outer sides of the mold but when you use an inner mold, it tends to compress around it, giving it a very tight fit. Unless you can find something a few millimeters larger you'll end up machining the hole. Using vasoline as a release agent helps because the resin won't get past it and makes getting it out of the mold so much easier.
The first test was rather impressive. Firing up the ring with a piece of orgonite in the middle clearly shows the energy signature of the piece your using. This is the best way I know of to tell what shape works best for whatever application you're looking for. For this cloudbuster, a cone tested out as the best shape because of the laser-like energy coming out the top. The opposite end of the scale would be an orb, which sends out energy in all directions. Assembled, this unit performed spectacularly.
It was a crappy day. One of those fall days you'd rather be somewhere else. Cold, dreary, and horizon to horizon clouds. Perfect for this test. I fired it up, pointed it east and within 15 minutes the sky turned blue where this unit was pointing and tiny droplets of rain came down, indicating the clouds were beginning to break up. The southern sky was still filled with clouds so I repositioned it and within minutes the southern sky began breaking up. A half hour after starting this test, the sky was now blue in the directions I pointed this cloudbuster. You could see the clouds literally falling apart and being replaced by sylphs.
The reflective character of the satellite dish really ramped up the energy flow and focused it like a beam. A nice thing about these dishes are they're easy to mount and swivel in any direction. You'll notice this is a Primestar dish. I got this dish when Primestar was bought out by Direct TV and everyone on the old system had to scrap these old dinosaurs for the new and better dish. If you dig around you'll be sure to find tons of these units for the asking.
I can't help thinking this unit has many more uses than weather modification. I wonder what would happen if I pointed it toward Washington?
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
release
I've always believed when you have things on your mind, that are not exactly part of your growth program, you tend to dwell on the details and fail to focus on the big picture. Your mind gets skewed into thinking these details are so important, so necessary in your life, that they fill your life and block out any forward progression.
Things like global warming, the economy, past relationships, emerging relationships, football, politics, current trends, employment, the fall season lineup, religion, same sex marriage, utility bills, mortgage, rent, and this years haircut are all details designed to distract us from the big picture and keep us stuck in a quagmire of crap until we actually believe all this stuff IS our life. It's like saying a cross country road trip is the equivalent of working overtime to make your car payments.
The map isn't the territory.
Six months ago I was making orgonite and piecing together the big picture in a blissful forward progression of unknown discoveries. To me, the details of life that everyone else seems so obsessed with were so far removed from reality that they didn't deserve any more of my attention than an offhand comment or observation. By distancing myself from these details of life, I was able to see from a different perspective. Life was funny and full of secrets and these little secrets were emerging like the Wizard of Oz pulling back the curtain, millimeter by millimeter. I was on the path, merging with the universe and my forward progression was unblocked. I was as happy as I could be, under the circumstances.
Then, out from left field came the negative emotions. All of a sudden I was waist deep in emotional baggage that led me to emotional fights over such stupid details as politics, relationships, mis-communications, football, and petty tit-for-tat paybacks laced with mental disorders. This must be some level of hell Dante couldn't put his finger on.
The menu isn't the meal.
Then it came to me... Just release. Let go. Let it be. Like sands through the hourglass, all we are is dust in the wind, dude.
I let go, alright. I released my aspirations, my hopes, my dreams, my past relationships, my future relationships, my bills... I just let go of all the detritus that was holding me back and I could feel the Earth tethers unwind from my feet and I began to soar.
I went to work the next day to find I was the only one who got a quarterly bonus. I also got a merit increase in pay. As I was pondering this synchronicity, and how it coincided with my recent release, a new orgonite enhancement for my PVC CB entered my head in a fit of cosmic inspiration and I could feel the energy of universal love coursing through my whole nervous system.
Then it hit me... The reason I haven't been making orgonite is because of my negative emotions surrounding all these mundane details. I was actually repelled by my own orgonite, and now that I've become unblocked, I've become re-imbued with a vengeance.
Looks like I'll be busy the next couple of days. I'll keep ya posted.
Things like global warming, the economy, past relationships, emerging relationships, football, politics, current trends, employment, the fall season lineup, religion, same sex marriage, utility bills, mortgage, rent, and this years haircut are all details designed to distract us from the big picture and keep us stuck in a quagmire of crap until we actually believe all this stuff IS our life. It's like saying a cross country road trip is the equivalent of working overtime to make your car payments.
The map isn't the territory.
Six months ago I was making orgonite and piecing together the big picture in a blissful forward progression of unknown discoveries. To me, the details of life that everyone else seems so obsessed with were so far removed from reality that they didn't deserve any more of my attention than an offhand comment or observation. By distancing myself from these details of life, I was able to see from a different perspective. Life was funny and full of secrets and these little secrets were emerging like the Wizard of Oz pulling back the curtain, millimeter by millimeter. I was on the path, merging with the universe and my forward progression was unblocked. I was as happy as I could be, under the circumstances.
Then, out from left field came the negative emotions. All of a sudden I was waist deep in emotional baggage that led me to emotional fights over such stupid details as politics, relationships, mis-communications, football, and petty tit-for-tat paybacks laced with mental disorders. This must be some level of hell Dante couldn't put his finger on.
The menu isn't the meal.
Then it came to me... Just release. Let go. Let it be. Like sands through the hourglass, all we are is dust in the wind, dude.
I let go, alright. I released my aspirations, my hopes, my dreams, my past relationships, my future relationships, my bills... I just let go of all the detritus that was holding me back and I could feel the Earth tethers unwind from my feet and I began to soar.
I went to work the next day to find I was the only one who got a quarterly bonus. I also got a merit increase in pay. As I was pondering this synchronicity, and how it coincided with my recent release, a new orgonite enhancement for my PVC CB entered my head in a fit of cosmic inspiration and I could feel the energy of universal love coursing through my whole nervous system.
Then it hit me... The reason I haven't been making orgonite is because of my negative emotions surrounding all these mundane details. I was actually repelled by my own orgonite, and now that I've become unblocked, I've become re-imbued with a vengeance.
Looks like I'll be busy the next couple of days. I'll keep ya posted.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
communication
"Listening is not merely not talking, though even that is beyond most of our powers; it means taking a vigorous, human interest in what is being told us."
-Alice Deur Miller
-Alice Deur Miller
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
an open letter to the ex club
Eowyn, if I didn't know any better I'd say you knew all about love and relationships. Your blog is teeming with advice like compromise, listening to the other persons needs, both working to make it work, etc. I completely agree with you that a couple needs to communicate and strive to understand each other and compromise on issues in order to resolve them.
We never had any problems during the daylight hours. In fact, you were a joy to be with. Your eyes sparkled when I talked to you and I was comfortable with you as my best friend. My days off consisted of us driving to the flea market or having sushi for lunch or any simple adventure from checking out farmers markets, gathering supplies for a new project, or hanging around the homestead working in the yard. Since you weren't working, you would bring me lunch and we would share a few moments in the middle of the day and each morning you kissed me goodbye as I left for work. You had it made. I paid the bills, bought food, and kept you in rum and tobacco. All you had to do was buy a supply once in awhile and give me a few bucks when you felt like it. I put a roof over your head, because you were about to lose yours, and even paid your car insurance.
But night time was the problem. Around 4pm you would start your daily ritual of coffee and rum and by 9pm you stopped using coffee altogether, preferring straight rum by the cupful. I used to be alarmed as I sat downstairs and heard loud crashes telegraphing though the house when you fell off your chair in a drunken stupor. You never seemed to hurt yourself, so I learned to stop worrying. When you finally drank enough, you'd wander into the bedroom and demand food that usually consisted of something I made for dinner hours ago that you never ate because you don't have an appetite when you drink, which was every, single, day. I tried to tell you how anyone who drinks the way you do without eating is going to die. I reminded you, as did your doctor, how your liver can't handle this kind of abuse and booze and hepatitis don't mix. I also reminded you that your nightly, drunken, insane, obnoxious rants about how you hate movies because they aren't real and how Hollywood has lost their soul due to a total lack of morality and how you hate James Taylor because he broke up with Carly Simon and therefore, you refuse to listen to any of his music or watch any films he's in. Drunk girls can be fun if you pick them up on a Saturday night but the same drunken scene, every, single night of the year is overkill and nothing kills romance more than an obnoxious drunk with hepatitis. Although you were still my best friend, the alcohol and the late night fights made the love go away and I told you a long time ago, once it's gone, it's gone for good. But you would NOT compromise on your rum consumption. Say bye bye love.
I tried to compromise by suggesting we drink red wine instead of rum but you wouldn't go for that. I tried to get you to drink sensibly but that never lasted. You're own children tried to make you see what you were doing to yourself and they gave up in disgust. After more than enough late night fights passed I told you we can't live in the same house anymore and I offered to pay your first months rent, the security deposit and I'll even pay for the moving company. All you had to do was find a new place to live. You refused. You had your heels dug in and you weren't going anywhere. I made this offer dozens of times in the past couple years and I still have the check I made out to you for $2,000 just to leave.
All the time this was going on, everyone thought we were the perfect couple. Love and kisses, sunshine and roses, and not a worry in the world. Your facade masked our reality from everyone, which made you look all the more sleazy when everyone found out you and Dave, who you met just hours before, fornicated behind my garage in the pre-dawn hours of July 5th. It wasn't an act of drunken abandon because the liquor ran out hours ago, and before you fucked him you checked the house to make sure no one was awake. Well, I was awake and saw the whole thing and if I didn't say anything you'd still be here, pretending everything is just peachy keen.
My question to you is, if you wanted to leave so bad, why didn't you take me up on my offer and leave sooner? It can't possibly be because you fell in love with Dave. He was clearly a one night stand. He didn't even have a place where you could bang him while I was at work. I was watching him at the party smoking all your cigarettes when you weren't paying attention. He was hitting on at least two other women before he hit on you, but you were the only one to take him up on it. Does Dave love you? Sure, like a glutton loves his lunch. Just like I was your meal ticket, you're his meal ticket and he'll say anything you want to hear and you'll keep up the facade. Yeah, sounds like love to me.
The real question is... What woman wants a guy who hits on another guys girlfriend? What guy wants a woman who fucks someone she doesn't know on her boyfriends lawn while he's in the house? Apparently, each other. That's why you moved out of my house and in with him. Because no one else wants either of you. That, and extreme shame.
And I'm the bad guy. I'm the one with anger issues. I'm the one who made your life so miserable. The reality is I showed remarkable restraint, under the circumstances. Anyone else would've shot you both before you pulled up your pants.
Ya know, I would have preferred you came to me that night and say, "I wanna fuck this guy." At least I would have had a little respect for you.
Angelzwild... What a piece of work. You've been waiting in the wings for Eowyn to leave so you can step right in. You managed to convince me that your past irrational behavior was all because of drugs and since you are off the drugs you're as normal as apple pie. All it took to convince me otherwise was a phone call while we were on IM. The attack you fired at me through email, IM, and phone calls were enough to make me realize it wasn't the drugs... it was YOU. You're just a very fucked up individual who gets her jollies by making crude comments about me on my own blog and glorifying Eowyn for escaping my psychic vampirism and actually make it sound justifiable and rational to fuck a homeless, dirtbag, crack head as the only means of escape. You send the most vile crap to me in every email address you know, only to call up five minutes later and apologize and do it again while you're still talking and telling me your sorry. And you tell me you do this because I didn't send you a "thank you" for some link you emailed me. A half hour after you slam me in a comment, you call to tell me you and two of your friends are coming up to spend the week at my place and I should be happy about that. AS IF! You can't be trusted, you're insincere, you turn on people you call your friends and then wonder why no one likes you. It's a good thing you're agoraphobic and a woman because if you were a man you'd be either in prison or six feet under. Hell, I know at least four woman who would like nothing more than to drive to your house and beat you bloody for being such a vile trouble maker, and they never even met you. From day 1 you never believed one, single thing I ever told you. You believe everyone else, no matter what they say. If Eowyn tells you something about me it's the truth and you act on it. Eowyn is a lot smarter than you are and you're too stupid to realize you're being played. FOOL!
If I have any anger issues it's only with these two pathetic losers who wouldn't know love if it slapped them in the face. One needs love so bad she'll settle for anything. The other is so particular she'll never settle for anything.
Well, I have my freedom and there's many more women out there looking for relationships than guys and I'm not afraid of dying alone, as Angelzwild is so fond of reminding everyone. But these two girls are scared shitless of dying alone, and they have my deepest sympathies.
Now, let's put these dogs to rest.
We never had any problems during the daylight hours. In fact, you were a joy to be with. Your eyes sparkled when I talked to you and I was comfortable with you as my best friend. My days off consisted of us driving to the flea market or having sushi for lunch or any simple adventure from checking out farmers markets, gathering supplies for a new project, or hanging around the homestead working in the yard. Since you weren't working, you would bring me lunch and we would share a few moments in the middle of the day and each morning you kissed me goodbye as I left for work. You had it made. I paid the bills, bought food, and kept you in rum and tobacco. All you had to do was buy a supply once in awhile and give me a few bucks when you felt like it. I put a roof over your head, because you were about to lose yours, and even paid your car insurance.
But night time was the problem. Around 4pm you would start your daily ritual of coffee and rum and by 9pm you stopped using coffee altogether, preferring straight rum by the cupful. I used to be alarmed as I sat downstairs and heard loud crashes telegraphing though the house when you fell off your chair in a drunken stupor. You never seemed to hurt yourself, so I learned to stop worrying. When you finally drank enough, you'd wander into the bedroom and demand food that usually consisted of something I made for dinner hours ago that you never ate because you don't have an appetite when you drink, which was every, single, day. I tried to tell you how anyone who drinks the way you do without eating is going to die. I reminded you, as did your doctor, how your liver can't handle this kind of abuse and booze and hepatitis don't mix. I also reminded you that your nightly, drunken, insane, obnoxious rants about how you hate movies because they aren't real and how Hollywood has lost their soul due to a total lack of morality and how you hate James Taylor because he broke up with Carly Simon and therefore, you refuse to listen to any of his music or watch any films he's in. Drunk girls can be fun if you pick them up on a Saturday night but the same drunken scene, every, single night of the year is overkill and nothing kills romance more than an obnoxious drunk with hepatitis. Although you were still my best friend, the alcohol and the late night fights made the love go away and I told you a long time ago, once it's gone, it's gone for good. But you would NOT compromise on your rum consumption. Say bye bye love.
I tried to compromise by suggesting we drink red wine instead of rum but you wouldn't go for that. I tried to get you to drink sensibly but that never lasted. You're own children tried to make you see what you were doing to yourself and they gave up in disgust. After more than enough late night fights passed I told you we can't live in the same house anymore and I offered to pay your first months rent, the security deposit and I'll even pay for the moving company. All you had to do was find a new place to live. You refused. You had your heels dug in and you weren't going anywhere. I made this offer dozens of times in the past couple years and I still have the check I made out to you for $2,000 just to leave.
All the time this was going on, everyone thought we were the perfect couple. Love and kisses, sunshine and roses, and not a worry in the world. Your facade masked our reality from everyone, which made you look all the more sleazy when everyone found out you and Dave, who you met just hours before, fornicated behind my garage in the pre-dawn hours of July 5th. It wasn't an act of drunken abandon because the liquor ran out hours ago, and before you fucked him you checked the house to make sure no one was awake. Well, I was awake and saw the whole thing and if I didn't say anything you'd still be here, pretending everything is just peachy keen.
My question to you is, if you wanted to leave so bad, why didn't you take me up on my offer and leave sooner? It can't possibly be because you fell in love with Dave. He was clearly a one night stand. He didn't even have a place where you could bang him while I was at work. I was watching him at the party smoking all your cigarettes when you weren't paying attention. He was hitting on at least two other women before he hit on you, but you were the only one to take him up on it. Does Dave love you? Sure, like a glutton loves his lunch. Just like I was your meal ticket, you're his meal ticket and he'll say anything you want to hear and you'll keep up the facade. Yeah, sounds like love to me.
The real question is... What woman wants a guy who hits on another guys girlfriend? What guy wants a woman who fucks someone she doesn't know on her boyfriends lawn while he's in the house? Apparently, each other. That's why you moved out of my house and in with him. Because no one else wants either of you. That, and extreme shame.
And I'm the bad guy. I'm the one with anger issues. I'm the one who made your life so miserable. The reality is I showed remarkable restraint, under the circumstances. Anyone else would've shot you both before you pulled up your pants.
Ya know, I would have preferred you came to me that night and say, "I wanna fuck this guy." At least I would have had a little respect for you.
Angelzwild... What a piece of work. You've been waiting in the wings for Eowyn to leave so you can step right in. You managed to convince me that your past irrational behavior was all because of drugs and since you are off the drugs you're as normal as apple pie. All it took to convince me otherwise was a phone call while we were on IM. The attack you fired at me through email, IM, and phone calls were enough to make me realize it wasn't the drugs... it was YOU. You're just a very fucked up individual who gets her jollies by making crude comments about me on my own blog and glorifying Eowyn for escaping my psychic vampirism and actually make it sound justifiable and rational to fuck a homeless, dirtbag, crack head as the only means of escape. You send the most vile crap to me in every email address you know, only to call up five minutes later and apologize and do it again while you're still talking and telling me your sorry. And you tell me you do this because I didn't send you a "thank you" for some link you emailed me. A half hour after you slam me in a comment, you call to tell me you and two of your friends are coming up to spend the week at my place and I should be happy about that. AS IF! You can't be trusted, you're insincere, you turn on people you call your friends and then wonder why no one likes you. It's a good thing you're agoraphobic and a woman because if you were a man you'd be either in prison or six feet under. Hell, I know at least four woman who would like nothing more than to drive to your house and beat you bloody for being such a vile trouble maker, and they never even met you. From day 1 you never believed one, single thing I ever told you. You believe everyone else, no matter what they say. If Eowyn tells you something about me it's the truth and you act on it. Eowyn is a lot smarter than you are and you're too stupid to realize you're being played. FOOL!
If I have any anger issues it's only with these two pathetic losers who wouldn't know love if it slapped them in the face. One needs love so bad she'll settle for anything. The other is so particular she'll never settle for anything.
Well, I have my freedom and there's many more women out there looking for relationships than guys and I'm not afraid of dying alone, as Angelzwild is so fond of reminding everyone. But these two girls are scared shitless of dying alone, and they have my deepest sympathies.
Now, let's put these dogs to rest.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
tobacco
I've been ignoring the garden since my lawnmower went on the fritz several weeks ago. I figured the garden would have to wait, since my yard was turning into a hay field. I can't speak for the rest of the country, but there aint no sign of drought here. More rain than I ever saw in August and I only watered the garden once this year.Anyway... I fixed the mower and went on to fixing the garden, only to find the Turkish tobacco plants were already flowering. This is my first attempt at growing tobacco so each step is a learning process. I figured, if Al Gore can do it, I can do it.
Note the difference between the flowering Turkish tobacco and the Virginia bright to the left. I wasn't expecting such a radical difference.
One thing I learned is I could have doubled the amount of plants if I had planted them in rows instead of using square foot gardening methods. Oh well, I'm new at this. No one is an expert, at first.Shortly after taking these pictures I broke off the flowers to force growth to the leaves. I don't know what to make of the Virginia bright. I mean, they look bright enough to me, but I was expecting a flower stalk by now. No bother... I'll harvest whether they flower or not.
I wonder if those leaves will make good cigars?
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