Sunday, April 24, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
hindsight is always 20/20
The construction is a basic HHG with density gradations, only this one has a core of very high density orgonite in a pyramid shape with a single DT crystal. Just below the pyramid is a chunk of lapis and some hematite and below that are four DT crystals at the compass points.
Earlier, I made several pyramids with a round core of denser material that just didn't work. Even with a powered mobius these things just wouldn't fly. I figured the powered orb center would drive the medium orgonite and the pyramid shape would direct the energy. Alas, these things ended up on my coffee table as a constant reminder that it's an imperfect world and failures exist.
It's the shape that directs the energy and I began thinking about encasing a pyramid core in medium density orgonite in a wine glass mold. The wine glass shape sends the energy out the top in a fairly wide, directed field. Perfect for putting under your bed to see how it affects your dreams and sleep patterns. I have no idea why I was fixated on the pyramid core, or even thought about how the combination of shapes is completely opposite of the previously mentioned failure, but it paid off and this unit severely kicks ass.
As soon as I poured the second unit I could feel the distinctive tingle of energy that only the larger powered devices produced and I knew I was on the right track. I think I can improve this design by adjusting the densities with the low density orgonite at the top to increasingly higher densities to the base.
It seems the previous pyramid failure turned into a necessary step forward.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
to bend like the reed in the wind
Four bucks a gallon? What is this, Europe?
What can we do about it? Nothing. Just ride it out and get more credit cards for gas and food. We eat and drive too much as it is. Maybe if we walk more and eat less our collective obesity and depression rates will drop and we can save even more money by not needing all those antidepressants to keep us artificially happy. We might even start walking to farmers markets for locally grown produce and learn to cook instead of nuking processed, corn-fed, chemical laden crap in the microwave.
Don't expect Washington to do anything about this. Don't plead with the oil companies. Don't go for the belief that Canadian oil in the pipelines will lower the cost of fuel. Not all of the oil companies get their oil from the Saudis but they all hike their prices at the same rate, at the same time. It's a double edge sword of greed and control that's slicing us to pieces and the guys in control won't give up any of it unless they're told to do so. The federal government, greedy bastards that they are, are already addicted to the higher taxes from fuel and food and they see this as a sure way to constantly milk the unwashed masses more each day because we have no choice. We have to drive. We have to eat.
I see all this as the last gasp of a dieing economic system, holding hostage the things we're lead to believe are necessary for our survival, with not enough to go around as the rationale we're all brainwashed to accept.
It goes like this... Last December gas hit $3 a gallon and we were grateful it wasn't $4. Four months later gas hit $4 a gallon and we still fill our tanks because it's not $5 yet. We pay two dollars for a 16oz bottle of water that makes the price of gas look like a bargain, so we go to Walmart and buy shit made in China, that we don't need, because we don't go anywhere but home and work. That is, if you still have a job. Just wait til they have the same control over water.
I say fuck it. Let the prices go to twenty bucks a gallon. It'll only bring the system to a screeching halt when a one way ticket from New York to Detroit costs $15,000 because you'll be the only one on the plane. Grocery stores will go under if California iceberg lettuce costs $10 a head, unless they sell only locally grown food. Walmart will be forced to cut China loose or file chapter 11.
Me? I'll ride my donkey to the farmer's market and get my produce with tax-free cash or barter, at cost.
We should learn to emulate Winnie-the-Pooh... to focus on simply being, rather than worry about doing. It is better to bend like a reed with the currents of life, accepting and flowing with life's vicissitudes. A staunch tree that tries to stand up to the currents will break when faced with a sufficiently strong gust of wind.
"To bend like the reed in the wind, that is the real strength" -- Taoist proverb
What can we do about it? Nothing. Just ride it out and get more credit cards for gas and food. We eat and drive too much as it is. Maybe if we walk more and eat less our collective obesity and depression rates will drop and we can save even more money by not needing all those antidepressants to keep us artificially happy. We might even start walking to farmers markets for locally grown produce and learn to cook instead of nuking processed, corn-fed, chemical laden crap in the microwave.
Don't expect Washington to do anything about this. Don't plead with the oil companies. Don't go for the belief that Canadian oil in the pipelines will lower the cost of fuel. Not all of the oil companies get their oil from the Saudis but they all hike their prices at the same rate, at the same time. It's a double edge sword of greed and control that's slicing us to pieces and the guys in control won't give up any of it unless they're told to do so. The federal government, greedy bastards that they are, are already addicted to the higher taxes from fuel and food and they see this as a sure way to constantly milk the unwashed masses more each day because we have no choice. We have to drive. We have to eat.
I see all this as the last gasp of a dieing economic system, holding hostage the things we're lead to believe are necessary for our survival, with not enough to go around as the rationale we're all brainwashed to accept.
It goes like this... Last December gas hit $3 a gallon and we were grateful it wasn't $4. Four months later gas hit $4 a gallon and we still fill our tanks because it's not $5 yet. We pay two dollars for a 16oz bottle of water that makes the price of gas look like a bargain, so we go to Walmart and buy shit made in China, that we don't need, because we don't go anywhere but home and work. That is, if you still have a job. Just wait til they have the same control over water.
I say fuck it. Let the prices go to twenty bucks a gallon. It'll only bring the system to a screeching halt when a one way ticket from New York to Detroit costs $15,000 because you'll be the only one on the plane. Grocery stores will go under if California iceberg lettuce costs $10 a head, unless they sell only locally grown food. Walmart will be forced to cut China loose or file chapter 11.
Me? I'll ride my donkey to the farmer's market and get my produce with tax-free cash or barter, at cost.
We should learn to emulate Winnie-the-Pooh... to focus on simply being, rather than worry about doing. It is better to bend like a reed with the currents of life, accepting and flowing with life's vicissitudes. A staunch tree that tries to stand up to the currents will break when faced with a sufficiently strong gust of wind.
"To bend like the reed in the wind, that is the real strength" -- Taoist proverb
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
hope and change
A couple years ago I suggested stockpiling enough food to keep you and yours going for nine months. At the time, I thought nine months was a long stretch but after reading how Europe wants their people to stop consuming milk and vegetables because of the radiation entering their food chain, I guess nine months is just about right. It's not just Europe but the U.S. east coast has been showing some abnormal radiation readings and milk from grass fed cows are testing radioactive. It's just a matter of time before our whole food supply is contaminated.
CRIIRAD, the French research authority on radioactivity, is now warning expectant mothers and young children to avoid drinking milk or rainwater. They should also avoid certain types of vegetables and cheese due to the dangerously high levels of radiation they may contain thanks to the radioactive fallout spreading across the globe, thanks to the Fukushima disaster in Japan last month.
On the other hand, the U.S. is having an economic meltdown and I'm hard pressed to guess which meltdown is worse. Last Friday we avoided a government shutdown at the eleventh hour. Yawn.....
This theater they put on is just as scripted as professional wrestling and everyone knows how it'll turn out but the unwashed masses who are convinced the major fuckups in congress are really trying to do what's right for the American people. I have two words to say to that... Bull SHIT! These guys are either brain dead morons or they're purposely and systematically trying to ruin this country and take everyone with them. The law of averages say that flipping a coin will give you positive results half the time. These guys haven't done one, single positive thing in a decade and we let these spendaholic buffoons in charge of the economy? We may as well let an army of junkies in charge of our heroin because these guys don't know the meaning of moderation, let alone cutting back. In the real world, these guys should all be executed for treason.
Needless to say, all this crap brought me down so I decided to do something about it so I bought a case of evaporated milk, went shopping for Geiger counters, scored a few bottles of potassium iodide, and decided to renew my carry permit.
As I walked into the sheriff's office the deputy said, "gun permit?" and handed me a clipboard with about twenty names, all of which specified gun permit as the reason. I was number twenty one and it was only 2pm. There was a cute blond getting her picture taken and her dad was next, followed by me. A few minutes later another guy came in and then an elderly lady. An interesting cross section of small town voters, all with one thing in common... We came to exercise our second amendment rights to carry a concealed weapon.
I asked the deputy if this many people applying for carry permits is common and he said, "Today it's been slow and steady." He quickly mentioned it was pretty hectic all last week. I figured the slow and steady day might supply less than 50 people with permits. Hectic might mean 50 or more but a quick calculation gave me the impression there were about 250 people in any given week getting carry permits from this office alone. Just before I left, I asked him one, last question... How do you feel about all these people legally packing as they go about their daily business? He smiled and said, "It's great." I don't think he meant his job was secure by processing an endless stream of paperwork but rather liked the idea that regular people were becoming proactive with a need to protect themselves, instead of letting the nanny state do it for them, after the fact.
It's reassuring to know The Oath Keepers was started by a group of sheriffs.
I left that office with a feeling of pride and optimism
CRIIRAD, the French research authority on radioactivity, is now warning expectant mothers and young children to avoid drinking milk or rainwater. They should also avoid certain types of vegetables and cheese due to the dangerously high levels of radiation they may contain thanks to the radioactive fallout spreading across the globe, thanks to the Fukushima disaster in Japan last month.
On the other hand, the U.S. is having an economic meltdown and I'm hard pressed to guess which meltdown is worse. Last Friday we avoided a government shutdown at the eleventh hour. Yawn.....
This theater they put on is just as scripted as professional wrestling and everyone knows how it'll turn out but the unwashed masses who are convinced the major fuckups in congress are really trying to do what's right for the American people. I have two words to say to that... Bull SHIT! These guys are either brain dead morons or they're purposely and systematically trying to ruin this country and take everyone with them. The law of averages say that flipping a coin will give you positive results half the time. These guys haven't done one, single positive thing in a decade and we let these spendaholic buffoons in charge of the economy? We may as well let an army of junkies in charge of our heroin because these guys don't know the meaning of moderation, let alone cutting back. In the real world, these guys should all be executed for treason.
Needless to say, all this crap brought me down so I decided to do something about it so I bought a case of evaporated milk, went shopping for Geiger counters, scored a few bottles of potassium iodide, and decided to renew my carry permit.
As I walked into the sheriff's office the deputy said, "gun permit?" and handed me a clipboard with about twenty names, all of which specified gun permit as the reason. I was number twenty one and it was only 2pm. There was a cute blond getting her picture taken and her dad was next, followed by me. A few minutes later another guy came in and then an elderly lady. An interesting cross section of small town voters, all with one thing in common... We came to exercise our second amendment rights to carry a concealed weapon.
I asked the deputy if this many people applying for carry permits is common and he said, "Today it's been slow and steady." He quickly mentioned it was pretty hectic all last week. I figured the slow and steady day might supply less than 50 people with permits. Hectic might mean 50 or more but a quick calculation gave me the impression there were about 250 people in any given week getting carry permits from this office alone. Just before I left, I asked him one, last question... How do you feel about all these people legally packing as they go about their daily business? He smiled and said, "It's great." I don't think he meant his job was secure by processing an endless stream of paperwork but rather liked the idea that regular people were becoming proactive with a need to protect themselves, instead of letting the nanny state do it for them, after the fact.
It's reassuring to know The Oath Keepers was started by a group of sheriffs.
I left that office with a feeling of pride and optimism
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
purpose
"Not only to see and find the Divine in oneself, but to see and find the Divine in all, not only to seek one's own individual liberation and perfection, but to seek the liberation and perfection of others is the complete law of the spiritual being."
-Sri Aurobindo (1872-1950)
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
animals
On my way down the driveway, I was compelled to slow down and look behind the large pine at the north edge of the property, to see a ringneck watching me as he calmly strolled around. By calm, I mean Hindu cow calm and not the least bit bothered by my appearance. As I reached for my camera, I got the impression this wasn't a chance encounter but an encounter by design. The pheasant was there to see me and to be seen by me.
This wasn't the first time a wild animal wandered into my space displaying a complete absence of fear. It happens quite a bit, in fact. Six years ago, a similar pheasant spent a few weeks wandering the property and every dawn we'd hear him yelling from his perch on the rock wall behind the house. Later that year, a coyote shacked up in the hay barn for a week with a single deer outside the entrance acting as a sentry/companion until they both left. Last year we ran into a turkey hen in the woods who followed us through the meadow, chatting in loud turkey talk, as if she had something important to tell us. She'd visit the back yard from time to time that summer, always alone, always making eye contact, and always trying to say something. Then, wander off to take a dirt bath in the field or disappear in the woods. The deer twins show up quite often and last year we watched them stroll past the front porch, munching on winter wheat and not a bit bothered that there were two humans, a dog and a cat watching them less than ten yards away. They had whole fields to roam and munch on but chose to linger close to their ancestral predators in a complete state of ease and contentment. The other day I saw a red tail hawk sitting along side the driveway, watching me drive past. Eight hours later, I came back to see the same hawk in the same place along the road. As soon as it saw me it turned and took flight in a leisurely glide as if to show me it was perfectly capable of flight and grounding itself was a matter of choice. Most recently, a single Canada goose calmly watched me through the kitchen window as I did the dishes. Canada geese mate for life and are constantly together but this one chose to leave her mate at the pond while she came for a visit.
Now, if it was a flock of turkeys, soaring hawks, skittish deer, or the goose family going for a stroll it wouldn't be out of the ordinary but every now and then I notice one of these creatures display behaviors that are unusual, to say the least.
Native Americans took note of animal behavior and believed various animals would appear as spirit guides to help you along your life path. Each animal represents characteristics specific to what you need to know at that point in time, and understanding what they're trying to say is like taking an open book test. Imagine Saint Jude appearing before you, frantically speaking in Aramaic.
Theoretically, these Earth animals that show up could quite possibly be messengers from a parallel universe, showing themselves to you in archetypes relative to the information you're looking for.
A pheasant is a hardy bird that symbolizes warning and concealment and teaches about fertility and sexuality. It feeds on grasses and grains. A turkey is a symbol of sacrifice and giver of life. The hawk, primal life force, fulfilling your souls purpose, the teaching of higher expression of psychic ability and vision, the big picture. I won't get into every archetype but you get the picture. It's like learning math from a math teacher instead of someone skilled in history.
So, what did I learn from all this? Maybe the hawk implied I don't have to stay in the clouds and I should ground myself from time to time. The turkey might be saying I should give a little more of myself. The pheasant might be suggesting I focus more on my love life and eat more grains. As for the deer and coyote... It seems the barnyard theater of predator/prey non-compliance they performed pointed out how even natural enemies could not only coexist but trust each other to the point where the deer protected the coyote, keeping it safe until it was able to leave.
I'm aware many people don't get any of this and think I might be stretching the bounds of reality by implying various woodland creatures are delivering personal messages from a parallel universe. If that's the way you really feel, let me remind you 2012 is right around the corner, accompanied by some heavy changes, and if ya don't wake up and get with the program, you'll be ill equipped coping with the new reality you were born to be part of.
Like it or not, we're all in this together. Only stupid people fight in a burning house.
Can ya dig it?
Now, if it was a flock of turkeys, soaring hawks, skittish deer, or the goose family going for a stroll it wouldn't be out of the ordinary but every now and then I notice one of these creatures display behaviors that are unusual, to say the least.
Native Americans took note of animal behavior and believed various animals would appear as spirit guides to help you along your life path. Each animal represents characteristics specific to what you need to know at that point in time, and understanding what they're trying to say is like taking an open book test. Imagine Saint Jude appearing before you, frantically speaking in Aramaic.
Theoretically, these Earth animals that show up could quite possibly be messengers from a parallel universe, showing themselves to you in archetypes relative to the information you're looking for.
A pheasant is a hardy bird that symbolizes warning and concealment and teaches about fertility and sexuality. It feeds on grasses and grains. A turkey is a symbol of sacrifice and giver of life. The hawk, primal life force, fulfilling your souls purpose, the teaching of higher expression of psychic ability and vision, the big picture. I won't get into every archetype but you get the picture. It's like learning math from a math teacher instead of someone skilled in history.
So, what did I learn from all this? Maybe the hawk implied I don't have to stay in the clouds and I should ground myself from time to time. The turkey might be saying I should give a little more of myself. The pheasant might be suggesting I focus more on my love life and eat more grains. As for the deer and coyote... It seems the barnyard theater of predator/prey non-compliance they performed pointed out how even natural enemies could not only coexist but trust each other to the point where the deer protected the coyote, keeping it safe until it was able to leave.
I'm aware many people don't get any of this and think I might be stretching the bounds of reality by implying various woodland creatures are delivering personal messages from a parallel universe. If that's the way you really feel, let me remind you 2012 is right around the corner, accompanied by some heavy changes, and if ya don't wake up and get with the program, you'll be ill equipped coping with the new reality you were born to be part of.
Like it or not, we're all in this together. Only stupid people fight in a burning house.
Can ya dig it?
Sunday, April 03, 2011
sometimes less is more
Imagine losing everything. Not just your car keys but your car, your home, your job, your phone, your wardrobe, your bank account, your ipod, and everything else that defines you as the person you believe you are. Can you imagine experiencing total loss?
Most people on this planet don't have to imagine total loss. Ownership of a few meager possessions has been the norm for the vast majority of humans, and the occasional loss of those possessions is an accepted part of their life cycle. Gain a little, lose a little, life goes on just as it has for countless generations of humans.
Of course, you can't miss what you never had. The more you possess, the more you stand to lose, and the more terrifying the concept of total loss can be. Simply put, the things you own end up owning you.
If you want to control the masses, give them more to possess, make them believe they can't live without them, and take them away if they get out of line. It's the carrot and stick on a larger scale.
This system of control has been around for a long time and it's so embedded in our collective conscientiousness that life without constant amusement is unthinkable. Food, clothing and shelter have been effectively augmented with TV, ipods, cell phones, climate control, and rapid transportation as requirements of modern life that can be taken away by the very system you bought them from.
Our fear of losing our stuff is the primary reason we do what we do. We work jobs we don't like and buy things we don't need to fill up our larger-than-we-need houses, that we'll never own, in a feeble attempt to convince ourselves that spending our hard earned paychecks on buying and protecting all this worthless crap is the true path to happiness.
As I said, the more you have, the more terrifying it is to lose it. Now, who has more to lose than the top 2% who rely on this system for their own personal survival? They invented this system so that you can spend your life working very hard to provide them with possessions like power, control, and world ownership. They've been doing it for so long they can't imagine not having complete control over the whole planet and everything on it. Wouldn't their loss be more profound to them than your car being repossessed or your home going into foreclosure? You bet it is and it scares them shitless that people are finally waking up to what they've been up to all this time. They're protecting their assets the only way they know how. By tightening control, replacing leaders of foreign countries with their own puppets, the systematic destruction of healthy economies to secure natural resources, coercing governments to make and enforce ridicules rules that enrich a few and cause misery for the many, creating opposition and hatred between ethnic, cultural, religious, and social groups through mass media as a smokescreen to hide their true agenda, not to mention countless wars and millions of lives lost and ruined.
Here's a thought... What goes around, comes around. The laws of karma dictate that all debts are paid and all wrongs are righted and there's a heavy karmic debt that needs to be rectified before we advance as a species.
I don't know about you but that makes me feel pretty good.
Most people on this planet don't have to imagine total loss. Ownership of a few meager possessions has been the norm for the vast majority of humans, and the occasional loss of those possessions is an accepted part of their life cycle. Gain a little, lose a little, life goes on just as it has for countless generations of humans.
Of course, you can't miss what you never had. The more you possess, the more you stand to lose, and the more terrifying the concept of total loss can be. Simply put, the things you own end up owning you.
If you want to control the masses, give them more to possess, make them believe they can't live without them, and take them away if they get out of line. It's the carrot and stick on a larger scale.
This system of control has been around for a long time and it's so embedded in our collective conscientiousness that life without constant amusement is unthinkable. Food, clothing and shelter have been effectively augmented with TV, ipods, cell phones, climate control, and rapid transportation as requirements of modern life that can be taken away by the very system you bought them from.
Our fear of losing our stuff is the primary reason we do what we do. We work jobs we don't like and buy things we don't need to fill up our larger-than-we-need houses, that we'll never own, in a feeble attempt to convince ourselves that spending our hard earned paychecks on buying and protecting all this worthless crap is the true path to happiness.
As I said, the more you have, the more terrifying it is to lose it. Now, who has more to lose than the top 2% who rely on this system for their own personal survival? They invented this system so that you can spend your life working very hard to provide them with possessions like power, control, and world ownership. They've been doing it for so long they can't imagine not having complete control over the whole planet and everything on it. Wouldn't their loss be more profound to them than your car being repossessed or your home going into foreclosure? You bet it is and it scares them shitless that people are finally waking up to what they've been up to all this time. They're protecting their assets the only way they know how. By tightening control, replacing leaders of foreign countries with their own puppets, the systematic destruction of healthy economies to secure natural resources, coercing governments to make and enforce ridicules rules that enrich a few and cause misery for the many, creating opposition and hatred between ethnic, cultural, religious, and social groups through mass media as a smokescreen to hide their true agenda, not to mention countless wars and millions of lives lost and ruined.
Here's a thought... What goes around, comes around. The laws of karma dictate that all debts are paid and all wrongs are righted and there's a heavy karmic debt that needs to be rectified before we advance as a species.
I don't know about you but that makes me feel pretty good.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
relationships
I was talking with a female friend of mine about how language isn't the best form of communication because we all perceive words differently, even if the general meaning of specific words are known. For example, the word "chains" could mean tire chains to European Americans while African Americans might picture slave chains, and it's the emotional reaction to some words that can lead to misunderstanding. The same misunderstandings through cultural differences are also present in gender differences.
No way, she says. Boys and girls brought up in the same culture will have the same definition of a word because they learned it the same way.
Ok, says I. What comes to mind when you think of the word relationship?
After some thought, she said: "The relationship between a man and woman or friend or a special person you care for. Your lover. The one you are attracted to that makes you feel so good to be with you can't live without them. Family, your relatives, anyone you're related to by blood."
I said, what about how things relate to other things? The relationship of subatomic particles in a constant state of attraction/repulsion that keeps them together but always at a distance? Or the attraction relationship between the Earth and Moon with gravitational forces strong enough to change weather, alter oceans, and make people crazy, with just enough repulsion, in the form of inertia, to keep them from crashing into each other. If relationships were attraction without resistance we'd all be part of the Suns mass speeding toward the center of the universe in a reverse big bang.
Then it dawned on me... Attraction alone is only half a relationship. Attraction without balanced repulsion can only result in crash and burn.
Does YOUR lover repulse you?
Or would you rather have the big bang?
No way, she says. Boys and girls brought up in the same culture will have the same definition of a word because they learned it the same way.
Ok, says I. What comes to mind when you think of the word relationship?
After some thought, she said: "The relationship between a man and woman or friend or a special person you care for. Your lover. The one you are attracted to that makes you feel so good to be with you can't live without them. Family, your relatives, anyone you're related to by blood."
I said, what about how things relate to other things? The relationship of subatomic particles in a constant state of attraction/repulsion that keeps them together but always at a distance? Or the attraction relationship between the Earth and Moon with gravitational forces strong enough to change weather, alter oceans, and make people crazy, with just enough repulsion, in the form of inertia, to keep them from crashing into each other. If relationships were attraction without resistance we'd all be part of the Suns mass speeding toward the center of the universe in a reverse big bang.
Then it dawned on me... Attraction alone is only half a relationship. Attraction without balanced repulsion can only result in crash and burn.
Does YOUR lover repulse you?
Or would you rather have the big bang?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
are christians mad or do they just look that way?
A friend of mine once suggested I find a good church to set me straight. I asked what kind and she said hers was great and had the areas wealthiest and most successful businessmen as members. I asked if this church also had a lot of hot babes, to which her response was, NO! I then said, if you can go to a church filled with wealthy businessmen, I want to go to a church full of hot babes. It's only fair.
She never brought the subject up again.
She never brought the subject up again.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
orgonite discoids
One improvement is the substitution of pulverized quartz crystal in the center orb instead of a single crystal. The logic is more crystal surface area to compensate the larger surface area of the powdered metals and an even distribution through the dense resin matrix. I also added more metal to the medium density orgonite to passively stimulate the inner orb. The extremely high density orgonite won't work without some kind of stimulation, while medium density orgonite will easily transmute DOR into POR in a passive mode.
The pleasing shape is a surprise benefit. As noted earlier, you can't leave it alone. Picking it up and rolling it around in your hands is an automatic response. You can't simply hold it. You're compelled to feel its surface, roll it in your hand, and constantly change it's position while your fingers and palm explore its edgeless form.
I'm inclined to think it's the movement that gives this unit the extra push to make it work to it's full potential and this energy is absorbed through your hand, triggering a mild endorphin release.
This definitely needs more research.
I'll keep ya posted.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
what can I do?
I gather a lot of information from a number of sources, mostly pertaining to our current situation, what got us here, and how to make this reality better than what it appears to be. History can be a great tool to understand why things are the way they are, which explains why the powers that be eliminated the classics from our education system years ago. History always repeats itself and knowledge about how people in the past defeated their oppressors is information the slave class doesn't need to know. It's a control thing.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off being dumb, illiterate, and sedated, like the majority of my citizen brethren.
I don't want to go through a detailed list of what's wrong with our world today. Everyone knows what's wrong. Our food isn't fit to eat, our water isn't fit to drink, our air isn't fit to breath, and we're forced into a doomed petroleum system that requires constant wars and toppling governments to install new puppet dictators to replace yesterdays puppet dictators to keep the oil flowing. On top of all this, our elected representatives, against the vast majority of their constituents wishes, hand over the treasury to the richest corporations in the world in an economic coup d'état.
As if that's not enough, our asshole president and his trillion dollar stimulus package did nothing but decrease the value of American currency so we can all look forward to paying $5.00 for a gallon of gas this summer with no increase in pay. That is, if you have a job in the private sector. In reality, the only jobs the stimulus package would truly “create” — as opposed to help “save” — would be 600,000 new jobs for bureaucrats. Past stimulus plans have usually failed to do much to revive the economy, despite their enormous cost. Japan tried it in the '80's, the "lost decade," building virtually unused bridges and airports located in districts of powerful legislators.
And don't get me started on Homeland Security, the Patriot Act, or NAFTA.
If our elected representatives performed this well in the private sector they'd all be on welfare.
I've come to realize a few truths:
Democracy in this country never existed.
Our republic is in name only.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of doing the exact opposite of what the American people want them to do.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of making things worse than if they did nothing at all.
It stands to reason, both the asshole in the White house and our asshole representatives are either working for someone else, who is coercing them to constantly and continually pass laws that serve no other purpose than to destroy the constitution they swore to uphold and usher in a socialist state, or Washington is run by a bunch of totally retarded psychopaths who get off by causing misery for everyone while filling their bank accounts.
Did I leave anything out? If the answer is "no," you're not paying attention. You can either go back to sleep and think everything is fine or do something about it.
"But what can I do? I'm just one person and the government is so big."
I'll tell ya what you can do. Get an envelope and stuff it with monopoly money or I.O.U.s and address it to
The President
The White House
Washington, DC
and drop it in the nearest mailbox and feel good about doing something patriotic besides piss and moan about how no one's doing anything. If you want to be anonymous, use someone elses return address. Use a reverse lookup in the white pages.
Don't forget the stamp. The Post Office is going broke, too.
That will at least put some newly hired bureaucrats to work opening up all that mail.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off being dumb, illiterate, and sedated, like the majority of my citizen brethren.
I don't want to go through a detailed list of what's wrong with our world today. Everyone knows what's wrong. Our food isn't fit to eat, our water isn't fit to drink, our air isn't fit to breath, and we're forced into a doomed petroleum system that requires constant wars and toppling governments to install new puppet dictators to replace yesterdays puppet dictators to keep the oil flowing. On top of all this, our elected representatives, against the vast majority of their constituents wishes, hand over the treasury to the richest corporations in the world in an economic coup d'état.
As if that's not enough, our asshole president and his trillion dollar stimulus package did nothing but decrease the value of American currency so we can all look forward to paying $5.00 for a gallon of gas this summer with no increase in pay. That is, if you have a job in the private sector. In reality, the only jobs the stimulus package would truly “create” — as opposed to help “save” — would be 600,000 new jobs for bureaucrats. Past stimulus plans have usually failed to do much to revive the economy, despite their enormous cost. Japan tried it in the '80's, the "lost decade," building virtually unused bridges and airports located in districts of powerful legislators.
And don't get me started on Homeland Security, the Patriot Act, or NAFTA.
If our elected representatives performed this well in the private sector they'd all be on welfare.
I've come to realize a few truths:
Democracy in this country never existed.
Our republic is in name only.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of doing the exact opposite of what the American people want them to do.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of making things worse than if they did nothing at all.
It stands to reason, both the asshole in the White house and our asshole representatives are either working for someone else, who is coercing them to constantly and continually pass laws that serve no other purpose than to destroy the constitution they swore to uphold and usher in a socialist state, or Washington is run by a bunch of totally retarded psychopaths who get off by causing misery for everyone while filling their bank accounts.
Did I leave anything out? If the answer is "no," you're not paying attention. You can either go back to sleep and think everything is fine or do something about it.
"But what can I do? I'm just one person and the government is so big."
I'll tell ya what you can do. Get an envelope and stuff it with monopoly money or I.O.U.s and address it to
The President
The White House
Washington, DC
and drop it in the nearest mailbox and feel good about doing something patriotic besides piss and moan about how no one's doing anything. If you want to be anonymous, use someone elses return address. Use a reverse lookup in the white pages.
Don't forget the stamp. The Post Office is going broke, too.
That will at least put some newly hired bureaucrats to work opening up all that mail.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
obama wants higher gas prices
Erick Erickson of Human Events says the recent rise of gas prices is a political, not an economic, calculation.
Gas prices continue to go up. When George W. Bush was President of the United States, Democrats constantly demanded he open the Strategic Petroleum Reserve to help lower prices. Some even wanted a temporary suspension of the gas tax. With Obama? Crickets.
Why the hypocrisy? It is very simple to understand.
The left knew that George W. Bush was not a fan of their green agenda. The green agenda consists of coal powered cars, urban living, and punitive measures to stop that mythical force known as global warming . . . or climate change depending on what day it is.
Barack Obama buys the agenda hook, line, and sinker.
The left could use gas prices as a political wedge issue against George W. Bush because they knew he did not actually want higher gas prices. Barack Obama, on the other hand, wants higher gas prices. His Energy Secretary, Steven Chu, wants the same. Chu is on record saying, “Somehow we have to figure out how to boost the price of gasoline to the levels in Europe.” Therefore, gas prices will go up and the left will silently cheer the economic disaster befalling us.
There are two reasons gas prices must go up. The first is to get people into coal powered cars. Coal powered cars can only be driven around 40 miles before they must be plugged back into the grid for more coal power. If everyone moves to coal powered cars, the drivers will be forced to live closer to cities.
Living closer to cities will increase urban density and decrease the supposedly anti-environmental impact of strip mall exurban utopias. In the liberal reorganization of society, only farmers should live in rural areas.
Once urban density is increased to European levels, then Barack Obama and the left can finally make a viable case for high-speed rail. There are, after all, two things high-speed rail supporters admit they need for viability: (1) high urban density and (2) high gas prices. Hmmm . . .
See, it is not a conspiracy on Barack Obama’s part. There is no secret. This President and those he surrounds himself with actively want high gas prices. They either do not care or are oblivious to the fact that high gas prices will wreak further havoc on the economy.
They look at Europe with its high gas prices and high-speed trains and they see nirvana. They willfully ignore the high rate of unemployment among the young, bankrupted social welfare programs, and growing immigrant slums.
These people are not fools. They want a world where we all live in big cities and use the sun and wind to run our lives — a return to the 14th century with 21st century hygiene. To get that to happen, gas prices must go up.
Barack Obama does not care about what is happening in the Middle East. He does not care about the cost to you to fill up your car with gas. Because the more you pay through Mid-East turmoil and inaccessible American oil deposits, the sooner his future of coal powered cars and high-speed trains can arrive.
This is an Obama created crisis he wants to make sure does not get wasted. That you and I are forced to relive the golden age known as the Carter Administration is not his concern.
Aside from Steven Chu's quote, the rest of this article is conjecture on Erickson's part but it reminds me of something I read about shortly after 9/11, as well as a number of sci-fi movie plots.
Soylent Green was about a future society where everyone was crowded into urban centers. Rural farm land, where food was produced, was owned by the Soylent Corporation and off limits to everyone.
Escape From New York was about Manhattan Island becoming a walled up, maximum security, roach motel, prison.
During WWII, Herman Goering had plans to turn Poland into his personal hunting preserve when all the Poles were successfully resettled to the cities.
The Trans America Highway and NAFTA is a reality signed by GW Bush, Vicente Fox, then president of Mexico, and Paul Martin, then Canada's prime minister, in Waco, Texas, in March 2005.
The 1,200 ft wide road would include ten truck and car lanes, a high-speed railway, and oil, gas and water pipelines. The superhighway would be so wide that critics say it would be too expensive to construct overpasses except in the cities, severing tight-knit rural communities.
A highway system with a limited number of exit and entrance ramps could effectively control the free range humans who refuse to go to their collective cattle barns.
Perhaps Erickson is on to something...
Gas prices continue to go up. When George W. Bush was President of the United States, Democrats constantly demanded he open the Strategic Petroleum Reserve to help lower prices. Some even wanted a temporary suspension of the gas tax. With Obama? Crickets.
Why the hypocrisy? It is very simple to understand.
The left knew that George W. Bush was not a fan of their green agenda. The green agenda consists of coal powered cars, urban living, and punitive measures to stop that mythical force known as global warming . . . or climate change depending on what day it is.
Barack Obama buys the agenda hook, line, and sinker.
The left could use gas prices as a political wedge issue against George W. Bush because they knew he did not actually want higher gas prices. Barack Obama, on the other hand, wants higher gas prices. His Energy Secretary, Steven Chu, wants the same. Chu is on record saying, “Somehow we have to figure out how to boost the price of gasoline to the levels in Europe.” Therefore, gas prices will go up and the left will silently cheer the economic disaster befalling us.
There are two reasons gas prices must go up. The first is to get people into coal powered cars. Coal powered cars can only be driven around 40 miles before they must be plugged back into the grid for more coal power. If everyone moves to coal powered cars, the drivers will be forced to live closer to cities.
Living closer to cities will increase urban density and decrease the supposedly anti-environmental impact of strip mall exurban utopias. In the liberal reorganization of society, only farmers should live in rural areas.
Once urban density is increased to European levels, then Barack Obama and the left can finally make a viable case for high-speed rail. There are, after all, two things high-speed rail supporters admit they need for viability: (1) high urban density and (2) high gas prices. Hmmm . . .
See, it is not a conspiracy on Barack Obama’s part. There is no secret. This President and those he surrounds himself with actively want high gas prices. They either do not care or are oblivious to the fact that high gas prices will wreak further havoc on the economy.
They look at Europe with its high gas prices and high-speed trains and they see nirvana. They willfully ignore the high rate of unemployment among the young, bankrupted social welfare programs, and growing immigrant slums.
These people are not fools. They want a world where we all live in big cities and use the sun and wind to run our lives — a return to the 14th century with 21st century hygiene. To get that to happen, gas prices must go up.
Barack Obama does not care about what is happening in the Middle East. He does not care about the cost to you to fill up your car with gas. Because the more you pay through Mid-East turmoil and inaccessible American oil deposits, the sooner his future of coal powered cars and high-speed trains can arrive.
This is an Obama created crisis he wants to make sure does not get wasted. That you and I are forced to relive the golden age known as the Carter Administration is not his concern.
Aside from Steven Chu's quote, the rest of this article is conjecture on Erickson's part but it reminds me of something I read about shortly after 9/11, as well as a number of sci-fi movie plots.
Soylent Green was about a future society where everyone was crowded into urban centers. Rural farm land, where food was produced, was owned by the Soylent Corporation and off limits to everyone.
Escape From New York was about Manhattan Island becoming a walled up, maximum security, roach motel, prison.
During WWII, Herman Goering had plans to turn Poland into his personal hunting preserve when all the Poles were successfully resettled to the cities.
The Trans America Highway and NAFTA is a reality signed by GW Bush, Vicente Fox, then president of Mexico, and Paul Martin, then Canada's prime minister, in Waco, Texas, in March 2005.
The 1,200 ft wide road would include ten truck and car lanes, a high-speed railway, and oil, gas and water pipelines. The superhighway would be so wide that critics say it would be too expensive to construct overpasses except in the cities, severing tight-knit rural communities.
A highway system with a limited number of exit and entrance ramps could effectively control the free range humans who refuse to go to their collective cattle barns.
Perhaps Erickson is on to something...
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
yours for only $29.99!
It's hard to see from this pic but there's a central orb in the middle of this discoid that's comprised of powdered aluminum and powdered iron oxide in a 3:1 ratio with a vertical DT quartz crystal with 3M resin. I chose the 3M resin for it's fast curing and high shrink rate. It's also the only stuff I could find at Lowes at the time.
The rest of this device has aluminum and brass shavings, top and bottom. The clear resin, not only shows its construction, but gives it that pleasing appearance that makes you want to take it home. I have to admit, you can't just look at it. It draws you in and before you know it, it's in your hand and you can't let go. It must be the discoid shape that makes it so pleasing in a tactile way. Or maybe it's because it cranks out so much positive energy it triggers an endorphin response.
What makes it work, you say?
The inner extremely high density core won't do anything unless acted on by some external force. The medium density orgonite surrounding it is enough to stimulate the inner core to work. An interesting effect I wasn't expecting... if you spin it on a table top and then hold it in your hand you can feel a slight vibration. I can only assume the spinning is the outside force allowing the inner core to activate. For a passive device, this thing rocks!
I think I can still make it better by using pulverized quartz in the inner core resin mix instead of the single DT crystal. Adding more crystals and metal shavings to the medium density will ramp up it's ability to nudge the inner core to work without having to rely on outside stimulation.
Of course, it'll take on a much different look and might not be as pretty. I'm even willing to make custom devices based on the individual. I figure $29.99 might be a good price for this piece and I can accept payments through paypal.
It seems business and art don't mix.
Any business agents out there willing to work with an orgone artist?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
exxon valdez
There was a time when cars were like bic lighters. When your car ran out of juice you could always find another before the sun set and if it lasted a month you were ahead of the curve. Run it til it dies, pull the tags, and find another before the notary goes to bed.
Yesterday's $200 sliders have been replaced by $2,000 cars that make noises if you don't fasten your seat belts. And you call this good for the economy? I call it an extra squeeze of the collective bovine teat.
I feel we lost the romance of the American car when we permanently lost our vintage autos in favor of a highway system full of shinny Japanese cars, with as much personality as a toaster, and a payment book that will last as long as the car. At least the cash for clunker program took 90% of the Obama bumper stickers off the road.
Anyway, I found this beast, a '99 Ford Excursion, in a downtown back alley after looking at every car on Craig's list. The very next day the price of gas jumped to $3.00 a gallon, but I was committed and decided to make the best of it, even though it was a Ford. The Sierra Club gave it the Exxon Valdez award when it first came out because of it's horrendous gas mileage, but I have to admit, it's a damn good machine if you live in snow and ice country. Winter conditions aren't an issue with three ranges of 4WD, overdrive, heat and A/C with front and rear controls, limousine tinted windows, 17" wheels, 5.4 L engine, and 4 tons curb weight on a heavy duty truck frame that can drive over a Toyota without scratching the bumper. In this month alone it's got my ass out of jams by driving through stuff that my Jeep couldn't handle. The only thing that irritates me, besides the gas mileage, is the four catalytic converters and four O2 sensors. I mean, WTF is all that about? I'll tell ya what it's about. The only reason the two rear O2 sensors exist is to make sure you have all four cats operational so you can buy four times as many parts to keep it running. Maybe that's why Ford is the only big American car company that didn't need a bailout.
Ya know.... I'd give up every whistle and bell on any of these shinny pieces of high tech crap for my '68 Dodge 318 sportsman van that got 22mpg in town with NO catalytic converters, computers, or O2 sensors. But vintage cars are now as scarce as honest Washington politicians.
Thanks Barry O.
Friday, February 18, 2011
2 out of 3 aint that bad... or is it?
There's talk about dropping cursive writing from the elementary curriculum. Reasons are people don't use it anymore. It takes too long to learn. It's difficult to learn. Adults use block writing so cursive is a waste of time. Why use cursive when you can type it, change the font and use spell check?
Maybe adults have a hard time learning new tricks but eight year olds have a learning capacity that's off the charts. At six, a kid will rapidly absorb everything he comes in contact with as a foundation for everything he'll learn for the rest of his life. Social skills, languages, mathematics, art, reading, communication, coloring within the lines, spacial relationships, and personality. As anyone that's been around kids can tell you, kids are learning sponges. There's nothing they can't absorb and they do it faster and easier than the smartest adult. Why drop a subject that any kid can learn in a few weeks?
Is it the inability of the student to learn or the inability of the teacher to teach?
Cursive writing isn't simply a subject that becomes less important as we approach adulthood. It's not a dead art that's been replaced by computer keyboards. It's much more important than that.
It's the last crucial step in basic learning that employs a highly complex neurodevelopmental process, which involves multiple brain mechanisms. A simultaneous integration of memory, language, motor skill and higher cognition employing various degrees of motor coordination that requires balancing, flexing, and contracting movements as well as simultaneously stimulating some muscle groups while inhibiting other muscle groups.
In order to self-monitor writing output, visual, automatic motor memory, and revisualization feedback mechanisms must be engaged.
The idea that a nine year old can learn to do that in a few weeks boggles the mind. It REALLY blows my mind that the adults in charge of elementary school education would think it's a good idea to drop this from the curriculum in favor of something they feel is more important.
What's more important than developing a signature or reading script from the past?
The people in charge of our present educational system haven't been making the smartest decisions lately. Ebonics was a joke. New math was like new Coke. There, their, and they're are now acceptably interchangeable. I suppose to some of the dumb asses making the rules, dropping writing from the standard three R's of the educational system makes sense.
It looks like cognitive thinking isn't required anymore.... at least where learning is concerned.
Maybe adults have a hard time learning new tricks but eight year olds have a learning capacity that's off the charts. At six, a kid will rapidly absorb everything he comes in contact with as a foundation for everything he'll learn for the rest of his life. Social skills, languages, mathematics, art, reading, communication, coloring within the lines, spacial relationships, and personality. As anyone that's been around kids can tell you, kids are learning sponges. There's nothing they can't absorb and they do it faster and easier than the smartest adult. Why drop a subject that any kid can learn in a few weeks?
Is it the inability of the student to learn or the inability of the teacher to teach?
Cursive writing isn't simply a subject that becomes less important as we approach adulthood. It's not a dead art that's been replaced by computer keyboards. It's much more important than that.
It's the last crucial step in basic learning that employs a highly complex neurodevelopmental process, which involves multiple brain mechanisms. A simultaneous integration of memory, language, motor skill and higher cognition employing various degrees of motor coordination that requires balancing, flexing, and contracting movements as well as simultaneously stimulating some muscle groups while inhibiting other muscle groups.
In order to self-monitor writing output, visual, automatic motor memory, and revisualization feedback mechanisms must be engaged.
The idea that a nine year old can learn to do that in a few weeks boggles the mind. It REALLY blows my mind that the adults in charge of elementary school education would think it's a good idea to drop this from the curriculum in favor of something they feel is more important.
What's more important than developing a signature or reading script from the past?
The people in charge of our present educational system haven't been making the smartest decisions lately. Ebonics was a joke. New math was like new Coke. There, their, and they're are now acceptably interchangeable. I suppose to some of the dumb asses making the rules, dropping writing from the standard three R's of the educational system makes sense.
It looks like cognitive thinking isn't required anymore.... at least where learning is concerned.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
buy the ticket, take the ride
When I was younger, everyone I knew loved the scary rides at the amusement parks. The scariest ride was always the roller coaster. You could hear the sounds of accelerating steel wheels immediately followed by the death screams of scared shitless passengers echoing through every part of the amusement park, beckoning the fearless and fearless wannabe's to come face to face with their own mortality.
You really like this girl and you want to impress her so double dating with another couple at an amusement park sounded like a good idea. You could ride some rides, hold hands as you walk around, and comment on all the activity. Play your cards right and you might get laid after the sun sets.
And then, the couple you're with insists you all ride the roller coaster. If two out of four people want to do a scary ride, and you don't want to look like a wuss to the girl you desperately want to get to second base with, you have no choice but to grow some gonads and get excited over such a great idea.
When you pay for the ticket and get in line, there's no turning back. That's what's running through your head as the four of you inch your way in line, surrounded by the overhead roar of an out of control train full of screaming, terrified passengers on a one way trip to hell.
The engine-less train pulls into the platform and you stare at the disheveled occupants and pray that greasy cheeseburger you just ate stays in your stomach. Your date picks a car and within seconds the bar comes down and you're locked in place, physically over-riding the fight or flight impulse that sets in when you're about to die, and off you go with an accelerated heart rate pumping adrenalin through your blood vessels. As the coaster makes it's slow, vertical climb, the conversation takes a serious tone as she says, "I'm really scared and excited at the same time. What about you?" With your eyes trained at the tracks ahead, disappearing into oblivion, you are too terrified for rational thought. As you round the top and experience the anti-gravity of a mile high free-fall, your lizard brain takes over and triggers your adrenal glands to go into overload. All thoughts of getting laid vanish as you hold on with all your might as you see your life pass before your eyes.
The rest of the ride is a series of ups and downs and twists and turns that pales in excitement compared to the horror of the first initial drop, but massive doses of endorphins kick in and your screams of terror morph into yells of elation and extreme joy. You're alive and this ride is fun as hell and ya can't wait to do it again.
Double payoff as your girl gives you a different ride after the sun sets.
Ok, it's not bungee jumping off The Golden Gate, or skiing down Everest, but it can be a first near death experience, triggering a biochemical cocktail of adrenalin immediately followed by an endorphin rush so profound, that it makes immortality a reality. The adrenalin wires you tight and sharpens your instinct for survival. The endorphin rush is the payoff for cheating death and the feeling is equivalent to an opiate high and just as addictive.
Could your first roller coaster ride be the beginning of a life of addictive, chemically rewarded payoffs from taking big chances and cheating death?
I wonder... does the tycoon, base jumper, and hard drug user have the same goals and outcome in common?
You really like this girl and you want to impress her so double dating with another couple at an amusement park sounded like a good idea. You could ride some rides, hold hands as you walk around, and comment on all the activity. Play your cards right and you might get laid after the sun sets.
And then, the couple you're with insists you all ride the roller coaster. If two out of four people want to do a scary ride, and you don't want to look like a wuss to the girl you desperately want to get to second base with, you have no choice but to grow some gonads and get excited over such a great idea.
When you pay for the ticket and get in line, there's no turning back. That's what's running through your head as the four of you inch your way in line, surrounded by the overhead roar of an out of control train full of screaming, terrified passengers on a one way trip to hell.
The engine-less train pulls into the platform and you stare at the disheveled occupants and pray that greasy cheeseburger you just ate stays in your stomach. Your date picks a car and within seconds the bar comes down and you're locked in place, physically over-riding the fight or flight impulse that sets in when you're about to die, and off you go with an accelerated heart rate pumping adrenalin through your blood vessels. As the coaster makes it's slow, vertical climb, the conversation takes a serious tone as she says, "I'm really scared and excited at the same time. What about you?" With your eyes trained at the tracks ahead, disappearing into oblivion, you are too terrified for rational thought. As you round the top and experience the anti-gravity of a mile high free-fall, your lizard brain takes over and triggers your adrenal glands to go into overload. All thoughts of getting laid vanish as you hold on with all your might as you see your life pass before your eyes.
The rest of the ride is a series of ups and downs and twists and turns that pales in excitement compared to the horror of the first initial drop, but massive doses of endorphins kick in and your screams of terror morph into yells of elation and extreme joy. You're alive and this ride is fun as hell and ya can't wait to do it again.
Double payoff as your girl gives you a different ride after the sun sets.
Ok, it's not bungee jumping off The Golden Gate, or skiing down Everest, but it can be a first near death experience, triggering a biochemical cocktail of adrenalin immediately followed by an endorphin rush so profound, that it makes immortality a reality. The adrenalin wires you tight and sharpens your instinct for survival. The endorphin rush is the payoff for cheating death and the feeling is equivalent to an opiate high and just as addictive.
Could your first roller coaster ride be the beginning of a life of addictive, chemically rewarded payoffs from taking big chances and cheating death?
I wonder... does the tycoon, base jumper, and hard drug user have the same goals and outcome in common?
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