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Possibilities I have lived in a exciting piece of time, being a baby boomer and growing up in the sixties. It was an era of mechanical technology in the United States of America. Farming changed with the World and farms grew in size and versatility with displaced people moving to big towns and cities. We went from two row planters to sixteen row planters. One hundred or two hundred acres per farm to two or three thousand acres per farm, on the average. We've went from eighty bushels of corn per acre to two hundred forty bushels per acres with no irrigating needed. The Worlds population has exploded and one of the ways to feed the population is synthetic foods. Examples- Milk made from distilled soybeans, cheese made from soybeans and by products. Meat production that takes grains that a human can eat will slowly go out of economical feasibility. Instead I can someday see alternative crops produced to provide needed protein. Example.- Variety of a Garbanzo Bean, or Russian Thistle, planted in the winter, grown and cut by early summer. Dried in the field until the moisture content is forty percent. Put into vats to ferment with a special bacteria. Heated to capture the alcohol for fuel. The remaining product is put into a artificial digester and when it becomes ninety percent soluble is distributed to special silos that are one hundred feet in height. Inside the silos are mindless mammal tissue masses that grow to fill the silos. When the mass reaches a certain height, a door at the bottom is opened to harvest the bottom third of the mass. The tissue mass slides to the bottom and continues to grow. The process takes one pound of dry matter digested product to grow into five pounds of a human digestible product. The product is ground, packaged, and sold as a protein burger. Sound simple until some biocenologest creates a super cell gastric bacteria for better fermentation, and wipes out all mammals in the World due to inflammation of the Ileum, causing Ileus, inducing a slow and painful death. Today that sounds like one big whopper. But in the future it might become a reality. Who knows? |
| I've heard about some people writing a news letters or blogs and never running out of something to say. It must be a gift! I was thinking how could this be made easier? And then it hit me. I need people to write me with a Dear Abby, or Dear Charles, saying, give me some advice with this or that. I think I could do that! As long as I could avoid the rocks that were thrown, I think I'd be OK! |
| It's been four months since my last entry into my Blog and I could say I was remiss because of being to busy. But the truth of the mater is I haven't spent time in writing as much as thinking and reading. I've been researching and thinking about my next story-biography; THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BERTSCH. One of my ancestors, that as a young man of twenty five, migrated from South Russia [Ukraine] with his wife and three children, along with his wife's brother and two sisters with their families. Born in 1848, with a Grandfather that migrated from Germany in 1815 to South Russia, the whys of migration takes a lot of research. One of the factors that I had not thought of was, young people were encouraged to go out and better themselves. With ten to twenty children per family,that probably was good thinking! |
I know I'm a little on the far side with opinions, but the other day I had a review on a piece of my work that said, "She felt the computer had left something out in a transfer of the story. I knew exactly what she was talking about. HE SAID , SHE SAID. You know what I'm talking about. To me, it feels like too much clutters up the landscape. Like commercials in the middle of a movie. Maybe because with speed reading, I never read them anyway. Enyhew, it's just my opinion. If at some point, reading one of my stories, you become befuddled, and it would help if, WHO SAID WHAT was there, let me know. I'll se if I can change the poetic discrepancy if it fits the case.-charlie55 |
| The Lord was dictating to Moses one evening, after several days of rest at an oasis in the dessert, when Moses spoke up; "You tell me, God made heaven and earth and all that is in them in six days and rested on the seventh day. Isn't there more to be said about this?" "Like what?" the Lord asked. "Oh, I don't know, maybe how big it is. I went to the best schools Egypt had to offer and one instructor thought the earth might be like a upside down bowl, only not hollow." "I could tell you many things," the Lord replied; but would you be able to grasp them? My knowledge has been, is, and ever will be, through all times, where your mind is very finite and has been taught over a very short time. What if I was to tell you the earth is round and the sun doesn't go around the earth, but the earth turns in a slow spin to make it feel like the sun rises and sets every day?" "I could believe that since you told me it." "Would you also believe me if I told you stars are actually suns, just a long ways away and you can measure light as a moving object?" "WOW!" The Lord continued; "What if I was to tell you Heaven and Hades were parallel dimensions, one is on God's right hand and the other is on his left." "I would have to ask what is a dimension, and who is God if you're not him?" "God and I are one. Two thousand years or so from now, one of mine will write these words about me. In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God. And nothing was made without him who was in him." "So tell me again, why am I writing this?" "By faith you are saved and not by wisdom. Knowledge creates wisdom, but wisdom does not save. Only faith saves. And these Hebrews need to be saved, but not all of them will be. And we've got a couple of objectives here to complete. Number one, there is only one God and we are on their side. Number two, they are no longer slaves but a Nation and together we can do anything. Out of all the life styles humanity has in this world we will give them the least stressful one. Love the Lord your God and put all your cares upon me. First rule. Second rule, love your neighbor as yourself. So Moses when I tell you that the world is not flat, when I tell you I have created this world many times over, and I have created animals in the other creations that were fifty times your size and mammals that resembled you and had discernment, let's just keep it between us and let's not write it down. Understood, Moses?" "Understood, Lord." |
I've got vacation time that I'm using, so my pencil is scribbling again. Starting to write on Adventure in the Ukraine again. Got some ideas on a Biblical debate. Real short. Think I'll put it in my Blog tomorrow. Back to writing. Finding it's a little addictive. |
| I think it is finally spring in South Dakota. The American Plum Bush is in full bloom. The apple, pear, and peach trees are leafing out and starting to think about blooming along with the chokecherry bushes. The English Snow Pea is coming up in the garden and in three more weeks the rest of the garden will be planted. It will be warm enough to sit in the back yard and listen to the psithurism, [sith-urr-izm] - meaning the sound of the wind passing through the leaves of the trees. Hah, The sounds and smells of summer. The smell of steak on the grill, smell of green grass, and psithurism all rolled into one symphony of summer. Now this is what I would call a good Blog. Thanks for reading.-charlie55 |
| I've finished my weeks work this Saturday morning and am now completed with THE PRECARIOUS NEANDERTHAL. What's left to do? Oh yea, my Blog. How about a whimsical oratorical, or maybe a pet peeve. I'm sapped, my body hurts, and I'm brain dead. I think I'll have a beer. If you didn't notice I went for the second choice. Sorry |
| What constitutes a good story? Mm, what a reader is interested in. Tragedy, good fortune, strong hero, heroine. Subject matter like adventure, romance, history, people, or walks and ways of living. Does a story always need to be original and new, or are there always bits and pieces of old stories and thoughts in what is written. In 1880 a little girl was born into this world, perfect in every way. But in a matter of nineteen months because of a fever, became deaf and dumb. Wait a minute! That's politically incorrect. She couldn't hear and was blind. Her name was Helen Keller who grew to become an author and public speaker. I don't remember if it was her first or second story she wrote that she was charged with plagiarism. The court case based it's claim on the fact that with limited access to the outside world, the ideas that she wrote came from books. The author of another book stated that she copied his book. Now, the question arises, if a story can be improved upon, is it the first authors work or the second authors work? I personally think it is the second author's work. I love reading stories,[no I'm addicted to reading] and the other evening I found a love story that had every thing. Tragedy, a strong hero and heroine, with a life altering experience. I gave it a ten. Side note. I always analyze. I feel the author was a lady, because of a lot of attention to clothes, describing the hero as a Keeper, filling a room with flowers, and manipulation, to help the hero gain his goals. So what I'm saying is perspective from another's point of view is good. If anyone wants to ex pound on my stories, please do. I'll back you up, one hundred percent. |
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