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To the tune of; ♫♪ Hit the road Jack ... Puts my soap box out in front, get up on it; "I had a nightmare, I dreamt the internet found a way to stick their hand even deeper into my pocket. My every move was on their radar screen. The alter ego - me - sold out my soul to them." On waking up with cold sweat, short breath, and a heart running at maximum palpitations, the box was switched on, and there; "Hello Rich, did you have a bad dream about us ?" And the Basset returns ... How to overcome the lack of attention: The second biggest problem which mankind has, is how to get the attention it needs. We try and try, and try, and try. Success does not favor a faint heart' and to reach the pinnacle - one has reach the highest point, anything lower is not the best. As the Basset is saying to me: "I will succeed somehow, no matter what ..." How stupid can I be ? Spring day today: and it was one of the coldest days of the year. Being in the south, the sun is already closer, it turned already, therefore we are already closer to summer. Already - methinks we are not yet ready. That is a lot of 'already'. Big birthday bash for Wdc - considering the age of the internet, 13 years is a long time. Why, it is like yesterday when I was still using a fax machine as the ultimate in technology. A pocket calculator is something, which birth, happened in my time. I am amazed, things I missed, now we will try to make up for it - somehow. Woman: Hotpink is the color here ! "Can't live with them, can't live without them." “A man must hug, and dandle, and kistle, and play a hundred little tricks with his bed-fellow when he is disposed to make that use of her that nature designed her for” Desiderius Erasmus quotes (Dutch Priest, Humanist and Editor of the New Testament, 1469-1536) Consider the case: I come from a long line of women, right back to Eve (the paradise one). The reason this is on the table, is my women in my life are all being difficult. Then, that is what they do, be difficult, how else ? "This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called 'woman, ' for she was taken out of man." |
| NoIgnoramus et ignorabimus – We do not know and will not know. A friend falls. One thing about today's technology, when things happen, the camera is close by, and we have a recorded history. It was unbelievable to see how many versions witnessed 9/11. He stood for eons, many years did he serve, or is it she ? Does a tree have a he or she; as it works all the time, nurture, feed, afford protection, shade, and allow birds housing. This one has a special offer, it has one of the best wood to use for a barbeque or smoking a ham. Then between the wind, gravity, and a growth of new leaves, the one limb snapped. Quite a while back, this tree lost another major limb. One day, it will be no more, which will be long time after gravity has called me. Gravity breaks us all down, piece by piece, limb by limb, part by part, we all fall down. Adam's calender: When looking at this item, (Google) the figure is tossed out there; 75 000 years. Not much when looking at the idea of the Biblical Flood being 6000 years ago. Archeology Anthropology Paleontology These are words which opens up worlds of a different kind, the yesterday, the past, and where we came from. Worlds which are measured with a different calendar, not in thousands, millions. Then the geologist will say, give or take a few million, as their calendar is even more pliable. The last laugh must be left to the astrology troll, who roams in the worlds of light-years. Did a snigger sound in the far recess of a small big bang, in a universe or galaxy around the corner ? We seek approval which may never come: A thought which arose about a quote from Eartha Kitt: It's all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit. This opens up a can of worms about which we can debate till the cows come home. And then in the background we can play - from; Smells Like Children - Marilyn Manson (Sweet Dreams) Sweet dreams are made of these Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused ... |
| Notes to keep in mind ; Him - This is the sheepdog-thing who have featured in a previous few comments. We went to the farm for a week's of forced labor. (More on this later.) Apparently Him (the dog with no name) came to stay for a day, saw I was not there, and then he went home. We came back on Tuesday this week and as always , went to get milk from his owner's dairy. Him came running up to car, ever so happy to see us. We have had to decide to ignore him, to show Him we do not care, not a scratch nor a kind word. This is the worst kind of cruelty - to ignore one who begs for attention - then, what can one do ... His 'friend', the Basset, is now under restraint, on a chain-run - till when - no one can say, possibly for life. As he is a confirmed serial criminal - bred to hunt - and that is now his crime. And still he calls me to come over, and I ignore him as well. I wonder who is the low down cur now ? The saga of the road ... The long arm of the law is ever so slow, and yet, it moves, slow but sure. I try not to be too optimistic, as things are really crazy, crazy as in unusual, strange, what the 'ell crazy. Still I battle on, one trench at a time, one hill, one bridge, one more obstacle, the end is in sight ~ Time will tell ... On forced labor: When the kids reach the stage where hair have sprouted in the places where hair should be, the voice has broken, and shaving is a personal option, we call them men. That is now the male version of the specie. In my case, the last born is in business with me. This means; I try to get him to do all the work I used to do - - - and he tries to do all the work he thought I did; which was to give orders. With this situation where I am trying to get the hobby farm sold, he has a free, unhindered reign on the farm. Something like the story about Robin Hood, when the King; Richard the Lion heart, went on the crusades. In this case it is more 'Rich a la Chicken liver' Court Jester. I got called back to the 'world' (farm) to allow them to take a much needed holiday and sort out other minor stuff such as taxes. There I was for a week, slaving away, assisted by other son. A change is as good as a holiday - so, there, I had a holiday as well. |
| Blue Monday, those who know me will know, my Mondays tend to be blue. This Monday had great promise, it had already started getting a blue hue over the weekend, it was supposed to be a great day - then - it started last week ... Last week was the end of the month, which means pay-day. The law-case is also at a breaking point. A few loose ends, and I'm done. And then we went shopping a while back for a 'duck pond'. Also; the so called miss-understanding was sorted out, so I thought. Now what has that all got to do with today ? Mondays are supposed to be blue. How else ? My helper got paid last week and he went to town and then went off the radar! He pitched up this morning - this is since Thursday, we were ready to report a missing person, the thoughts we had - in he walks. He got robbed, so he says. I will leave it at that ... (?) I have been waiting for a report to confirm my right of way. Somehow, the end may be here before the report. This time the director is off sick, last week it was the assistant. Some-one is playing a fiddle, and trying to lead me into a merry dance ... (?) We bought a toddler play pen made of plastic, big enough to be used as a small pond for the small ducks; Mandarin and Carolina. It shows in the advert as a set -bottom and lid - and when I inquired about the bottom part, and that is where we start that part where wars begin. It is still in the pipeline ... (?) When I started this 'road issue' - a year ago - one or the first steps was to report the case to the local police. Basic 101 move, except, he knew him, and it ended up anything but what was written about in my report. Now we had to restart proceedings, and I was informed today "but we stopped it a year ago" after everything was re-submitted correctly ... (?) This is disregarding what she said to him, and then he said, and ... What a beautiful hue of blue ! I'm excited there's a 1 in 176 million chance I don't have to go to work on Monday. (Anon.) |
| Note 1: Emissary. A crow was sent out to seek for land and it never came back. Maybe it got lost, maybe it found a new place, maybe it drowned. Who knows ? Then a dove went out and a twig for a nest was brought, a sign of many things to come. The beginning of a new world. Note 2: Another horse on the same course - or - a horse with no name. If ever a horse had no name, this one got plenty today. Again, the same course, on the double highway, within spitting distance from the previous incident, there was a lonely stallion today. Fortunately he was very calm, and wasn't running hither and thither as did the other horses. His owner who had a mare on the halter, a foal in tow, plus a pack of three hunting dogs; was as drunk as a skunk, or as thick as a brick - either way - we couldn't communicate above the constant noise of the cars whizzing by. I had parked my car facing the oncoming traffic, my hazard and head lights on, and the reaction I got was a few people who indicated to me - your lights are on !. Eventually, after quite a while, the horse was re-united with his group. The police were informed, and we had a police car actually slow down for a few moments, flash the blue light, and off he went. After-all, it is Friday afternoon. (The previous blog entry on this subject was on the 24th November 2012 - time flies.) http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1904829-Horses-will-be-shot **post script The same horse was found that evening next to the road again, and someone who knows about horses came to fetch him and removed him off the road. Fortunately nothing went wrong. Oh, by the way, his name is Prince, and he used to belong to my neighbors. Maybe he was a bit home-sick. ( not related to 'my Prince' ) Note 3: Day of the Jackal. Sunday afternoon August 4th - 2.30 pm approximately. The declaration of war is something which is normally remembered and noted by historians. A note in the embassy bag '' The natives are restless '' or the local spy '' There is movement on the ground '' even '' Rumors are doing the rounds '' maybe a phone-call '' What the @#$#%^&*() do you think you are doing! '' As if I need this - My other neighbor on the farm has now decided, he has nothing better to do than irritate me. Welcome to the latest in the comedy of errors. On a Sunday, he phones to carry on about a fence, which we share. Why not Monday, why now after fourteen years ? Welcome to my worlds, the universe of all people. Two of a kind Today I had two meals to eat, two cats to pamper, two dogs to feed and walk, and now two wars to fight. Ain't I lucky ? |
| This is what happens in the chatroom, sometimes, or as a result there-off, chatrooms are places where people chat about things, and even about writing, sometimes. cblackthorn: write a story about 2 people with intense emotions towards each other (I do not care which emotion) using a wide range of descriptive elements relating to audio and scent impressions. An assignment by the Prof : What will follow ? Wait and see. Now to apply the method of the basics WhoWhatWhereWhenWhyHow & How much Who: characters required 2x What: prefer 2 opposites, mild and mellow vs hot and fire Where: a passage in a house leading from the bedroom to the kitchen a car When: early morning late afternoon Why: 'cause the prof said I must - or - the story has to be told - or - why what ? How: I need to do a bit more research, I have no idea what I am doing here - help ! How Much: (My own addition to Kipling's list.) Enough, not too much, not too little, as much as is required to tell the story. Or for a few dollars more ! a work in progress - or - more of a block in the pipeline http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1945049-Que-sera-sera post script: man's best friend is people ? again i did not read the instructions properly, one day is one day ... |
| To return to the past is impossible. What is done is done, that is the way the cookie crumbles. spilled (spilt) milk, and all that. And yet, the past has a way of coming back - the return phase, recalling old stories of way back when, and digging up old cows. Tree of life popped up: (note) This discussion is as old as man is. Which tree do you come from or stated different, who's your clan? There are many ways of looking at this question. If I had a solid answer, it would be offered, then, to date, the questions still stand as unanswered as the first time these were asked. Modern man cannot accept the past or present, so the future looks rather bleak. Smiley Day - 19 July '13: (Note) At least something on a lighter side. We need to start the day with every day as a Smiley Day, Be Thankful Day, and Stop Grumpy Day. Even I forget sometimes; and then I see so many who really need it. Spares for all - or - Who gives what to whom, when, how, why, and how much ? This was prompted by the decision of the Welsh Parliament's idea that they own all bodies and the parts there-off to re-use as they think fit. Which brings us to all those red tape. And by the time they have decided, the parts will be of no use to anyone. Can imagine it [Spares available, apply at your friendly taxman, as he will have the final say] Now even the taxman can tax you till eternity. We can assume the taxman will add his sales tax, or at least a handling fee plus tax of course ? Sin and sinners: Allow me a few sentences of writer's license, if you could. Men are sinners, and the law was given to man. Women are sin, as man was warned against sin - and what does man crave ? Moon is full @ 2015 2013 07 22 Again did try to photograph the moon which rose out of the horizon in a show worth a picture, and again, am sure there is a need to ask Father Xmas for a better camera or a few lessons in camera. “We are not powerless. We have tremendous potential for good or ill. How we choose to use that power is up to us; but first we must choose to use it. We're told every day, You can't change the world. But the world is changing every day. Only question is who's doing it? You or somebody else?” “I've made a decision and now I must face the consequences.” ― J. Michael Straczynski Work in progress --- or I have a block, be back later - maybe |
| New notes for a new blog old blog 2.15am - guess who is back ? It barks, it bays, it is happy to be here, it has a low-slung body about yay high, droopy eyes so sad and glad, and ears which almost reach the ground. If you guessed 'the hound from hell' then you have been reading my previous blogs. If you had no idea, bad - bad - on you ... welcome anyway The Basset is back. The hound has disappeared ? This is Saturday - and the sheep-dog-thing is still here. This is the mate to the hound. They were both visiting without being invited. Non the less, they were here and I was still thinking what to do about this situation. Keep in mind, I think very slowly, so, after two days worth of thinking, they were away. If my thoughts were the driving power behind their absence, it would have impressed me no end, this was not to be. The next day the sheep-dog-thing was at the feed trough, and as I looked at him, I saw a limp. A limp here means little as we have many thorns in many forms, and I called him over to have a look. Much to my surprise and dismay, he had a snare around his leg which he had broken off below the hair line. Fortunately, it broke off and did not cut into his skin. This is what prompted my walk-about. I went to look for the hound, as they love to go hunting together. So far, no sign of anything hound-wise. I did see a horse carcass, a dead jackal, a live steenbok (small antelope), a rabbit, and then the rubbish. Note 2: A majority of one - this question lands on my plate frequently these days. As the senior partner around here, many 'final says' are mine. Some are easy to make, some are not easy, then a few stick in the craw - yet - out they must! "A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority. There is but little virtue in the action of masses of men." -- Thoreau Okay, a wise man I am not, and as for virtue, the word is not even known ... (here I had to go and Google the word, oi - what a big word it is!) Rather settle for the ' vices' - they require so much less effort, commitment, and are truly a lot of fun. Err in haste, repent at leisure - as a wise man once said! This water is too deep ... There must be an easier way to ford this. Monday note 3 The hound was found, safe and sound. It actually went home of its own accord ! and is back here again ... Tuesday note 4 Things do go wrong at times. The gate wasn't closed properly and the dogs got into the gamefarm and killed an antelope. Now every one is barking up the wrong tree. Who let the dogs in ? note 5 Thursday The dogs were returned home, the keeper of game fixed his end of the business, now we shall see about the dog's end ... note 6 Saturday morn @ 355am And he is back, the Basset has returned ! The new game has been delivered, the gates and fences double checked ... and now for the next move in this saga of no importance, except to a few. Tuesday, and all is well. That is as far as the mutts go, they have all been returned to their home, where they are under house arrest.Time will tell ... |
| "A venturesome minority will always be eager to set off on their own, and no obstacles should be placed in their path; let them take risks, for godsake, let them get lost, sunburnt, stranded, drowned, eaten by bears, buried alive under avalanches - that is the right and privilege of any free American." - Ed Abbey or any other person, willing enough ... In one of my worlds, the world of adventurers, heroes, writers, and all other mad people - who do the things other people can only dream about, read off, or share in some way - there are people I know, people I heard about, or read the adventure, even seen a movie off. Most are pictures, printed version, or the WWW these days. Biographies and autobiographies by the shelves full, where can one start? Start with A and work through till Z. As is usual, the fingers go to Google:- Aaron Burr was the third vice president of the United States, serving under President Thomas Jefferson. Burr fatally shot his rival, Alexander Hamilton, during a duel. The list of politicians who came to a sticky end is quite long, then a few actually lost to the weaker sex; I will not tell a lie, it is true. These politicians are a violent bunch! Rather start with something a bit more demure. Adamson Joy (20 January 1910 – 3 January 1980) was a naturalist, artist, and author best known for her book, Born Free, which describes her experiences raising a lion cub named Elsa. She ended life being murdered. Dian Fossey (/daɪˈæn ˈfɒsi/; January 16, 1932 – c. December 27, 1985) was an American zoologist who undertook an extensive study of gorilla groups over a period of 18 years. She studied them daily in the mountain forests of Rwanda, initially encouraged to work there by famous anthropologist Louis Leakey. She was murdered in 1985; the case remains open. Even the nature people meet up with violence! With that in mind, a fact will be on the table - every one is born, every one dies - what happened in between, was what made the difference. A 'fun' group are the dare-devils. WWW will give an insight to a few at - toptenz.net/top-10-daredevils. In no alphabetical order:- Evil Knievel gave the world more shows than most, and he was killed indirectly by complications as a result of all the mishaps which happened during stunts. Wallenda Karl and Nik are names to look at as wire walkers. Karl didn't make one crossing, and his son made news lately and lived to tell the tale. --- On June 23, 2013, he became the first person to high-wire walk across a Grand Canyon area gorge (crossing the Little Colorado River outside Grand Canyon National Park).Wiki Then there is a group who not only did it, some even wrote about it as well. Now this group still keeps my attention. There are so many, and to choose one above the other will be very difficult, if not impossible. Attenborough; David to Zimmerman; Robert D. The stories which these people inspired are the life and soul of a confirmed coach potato and arm chair traveler like me. They have allowed me to see and go where few people have been. To the moon and back we have been, on board the Kon Tiki expedition we went in that balsa log raft. The one as high tech as man has gone at that date with no margin for error, the other as primitive as possible to prove a point of no particular importance. Then, both were important at the time. To the coldest poles, the hottest equator, the deepest gorge in the sea, the highest peak on earth, all these places we have been to and so much more. All with the aid of my greatest friend, the world of information. I must confess to 'borrowing' the above quote from a fellow blogger, who in her own right, is a traveler of note. Then she borrowed it as well. to be con't |
People are born into this world; either by the right of their parents, by the abuse of one person upon another, by ignorance, by recklessness - or disregard of action - by one or both of the partners, and even artificially. Once born, this person is assumed to have rights, or is that presumed ? There are those who would immediately start a discussion on when and where 'rights' start. For this story to go on, it will be when a person has an own voice; assuming the baby is born with a voice and normal in all functions. This has be assumed, otherwise a new story has to start which will concern the rights of the person who cannot, for whatever reason, not voice his or her own rights. Without training, and by some inborn wisdom, the baby will start to insist on rights. "I am hungry, feed me, or wet, or feeling alone, or ill ..." Somehow Mother Nature has imprinted all into the baby and the world around this baby will react. Then baby will grow into adulthood and all along the way insist on all its rights as the normal course of being. And the parents and society will guide and nurture this new adult into a well balanced, educated, responsible ... Stop here for a moment - for we are assuming, or is that presuming again. Let us ask, for by now we are all on the same page (maybe) and know that we should ask. Assume and presume both mean to take something for granted as true (among their many other definitions). The difference is in the degree of certainty. A presumption is usually more authoritative than an assumption. To presume is to make an informed guess based on reasonable evidence, while to assume is to make a guess based on little or no evidence. (Grammarist.com) The reader may have noted that the writer is using 'we' rather reckless, it is on the assumption that we agree. This is about RIGHTS. One may ask this question about rights - Where do rights come from? and a possible answer may be - From the soul. - As this is what makes us different from animals. Animals is the definitive for all of nature. Animals do not argue about their rights, animals take those rights as they have to, or perish. Man can adapt. argue, even change for some reason, yet, to survive, man must respect the rights of the society as seen at that moment in time. When man starts to change rights to suit a situation or society, a force will be well aware of such changes, and eventually someone or something will change the course back to the correct way by some intervention. This is history, and even as we are here in this moment, the world and people are changing the course of history, to a better, brighter tomorrow. This we hope as right thinking people - for else - we have to start all over again. I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it. Voltaire, (Attributed); originated in "The Friends of Voltaire", 1906, by S. G. Tallentyre (Evelyn Beatrice Hall) French author, humanist, rationalist, & satirist (1694 - 1778) (Thanks to CB for the reminder of this quote, as better men has penned much more on this subject.) I would like us to reach an agreement before we resort to violence - re; The French Revolution. |
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I thought you quit blogging!