Blog number 457 ******** 30 December 2010
And now some nimrod behind me is speaking French into his cell phone. What a dip wad. He just said something about a sea food plate.
It's like everyone has a trick or gimmick to garner attention and then they think I also am doing this by drawing.
Then they get green carded.
A little girl about seven years old with double ponytails just came in with a fancy doll. She put it on the couch and said, "now stay right here." Ha ha
Now she's telling a lady that's sitting there about the doll's jewelry. This seven year old baby girl has ponytails plus is missing a front tooth. How much cuter can one get?
Thursday, December 30, 2010
KARTR SAYS...
Blog number 456 ******** 30 December 2010
"I am so sick of the attention starved variety of humanity. Currently on display is two nimrods playing guitar or giving some guitar lesson IN A COFFEESHOP! Go home for this!
The guy who was green carded yesterday was admiring the guitar nimrods, then he left. He didn't ask them about what they are doing, so maybe he either only approaches lone people or the green carding had an effect!"
"I am so sick of the attention starved variety of humanity. Currently on display is two nimrods playing guitar or giving some guitar lesson IN A COFFEESHOP! Go home for this!
The guy who was green carded yesterday was admiring the guitar nimrods, then he left. He didn't ask them about what they are doing, so maybe he either only approaches lone people or the green carding had an effect!"
THEY ARE LIKE BABIES YOU CAN TALK TO.
Blog number 455 **** 08 September, 2010
My friend Rascal is a teacher. The following is what he sent me this morning that I thought enjoyable reading;
"Here's a funny one I pull on teenagers when I'm teaching. One girl will ask me to draw her name, which I do in professional-looking stylized bubble letters. Then her friend wants one, then her other friend. Round about the third girl I add a bunch of stars, hearts, and sparkles. Then I sit back and wait for the fun.
'How come hers had the extra stuff and stars and stuff? I want that on mine!'
'Me too!'
So I draw in the special stuff for them. Meanwhile the third girl looks all proud and special.
Ha ha. Its hilarious and they don't even know I am doing it to amuse myself! "
My friend Rascal is a teacher. The following is what he sent me this morning that I thought enjoyable reading;
"Here's a funny one I pull on teenagers when I'm teaching. One girl will ask me to draw her name, which I do in professional-looking stylized bubble letters. Then her friend wants one, then her other friend. Round about the third girl I add a bunch of stars, hearts, and sparkles. Then I sit back and wait for the fun.
'How come hers had the extra stuff and stars and stuff? I want that on mine!'
'Me too!'
So I draw in the special stuff for them. Meanwhile the third girl looks all proud and special.
Ha ha. Its hilarious and they don't even know I am doing it to amuse myself! "
THE CONTINUING CONTINUING SAGA
Blog number 454 ******** 30 December 2010
I got the following from Kartr this morning;
"I was sitting at Old Stone Coffee shop on the couch. There's an armchair on either end of the couch. I am occupying the right side of the couch and my computer is occupying the middle couch seat. In walk two of the same sex sexual persuasion males who immediately start flitting around me. I know they are going to sit by me, but where? I have purposely arranged myself where two men cannot simultaneously sit by me. It is a typical precaution I often use.
The two gentlemen sit together on the armchair right next to me, not one foot away! Unbelievable. Play this out with some friends and a couch and two chairs like a homicide detective reenacting a crime if you want to visually see how ridiculous this is.
I'm not worried because I've got my bright green cards which say it costs $50 to take me away from my drawing if you want to talk to me, so I feel good. Kinda...invincible. I can imagine a scene as the word gets out to the gay community.
Two or three talking. One says, 'Did you go talk to him? Did you ask him about his art? What happened? What'd he say?'
'Ah, he gave me the green card.'
'Damn!'
'Yeah. I got green carded.'
'Doris has four of them.'
'Oh, that girl!'
So like I say, I'm feeling pretty invincible - but these guys have a surprise for me.
One of them gets a phone call and starts yelling to the other party, 'NO! I SAID THE ROOT CANAL BEFORE THE BRIDGE!' He starts in with his over-the-top drama, so I can see where this is going. I pack up my stuff, get up and leave.
I need a new card. A blue one. This one just for drama queens. It will say something like,
'I know you think some people are impressed by the drama in your life, but those people are twelve blocks away. Just go out the door, turn left and keep walking until you find them. You'll know them when you see them. Trust me.' "
I got the following from Kartr this morning;
"I was sitting at Old Stone Coffee shop on the couch. There's an armchair on either end of the couch. I am occupying the right side of the couch and my computer is occupying the middle couch seat. In walk two of the same sex sexual persuasion males who immediately start flitting around me. I know they are going to sit by me, but where? I have purposely arranged myself where two men cannot simultaneously sit by me. It is a typical precaution I often use.
The two gentlemen sit together on the armchair right next to me, not one foot away! Unbelievable. Play this out with some friends and a couch and two chairs like a homicide detective reenacting a crime if you want to visually see how ridiculous this is.
I'm not worried because I've got my bright green cards which say it costs $50 to take me away from my drawing if you want to talk to me, so I feel good. Kinda...invincible. I can imagine a scene as the word gets out to the gay community.
Two or three talking. One says, 'Did you go talk to him? Did you ask him about his art? What happened? What'd he say?'
'Ah, he gave me the green card.'
'Damn!'
'Yeah. I got green carded.'
'Doris has four of them.'
'Oh, that girl!'
So like I say, I'm feeling pretty invincible - but these guys have a surprise for me.
One of them gets a phone call and starts yelling to the other party, 'NO! I SAID THE ROOT CANAL BEFORE THE BRIDGE!' He starts in with his over-the-top drama, so I can see where this is going. I pack up my stuff, get up and leave.
I need a new card. A blue one. This one just for drama queens. It will say something like,
'I know you think some people are impressed by the drama in your life, but those people are twelve blocks away. Just go out the door, turn left and keep walking until you find them. You'll know them when you see them. Trust me.' "
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
THE CONTINUING SAGA OF THE PUT UPON
Blog number 453 ******** 29 December 2010
Today my son Kartr told me that he got to use his new "Don't bother me or gimme 50 bucks" cards. He said this guy was milling around for awhile and then sat down by him and Kartr said he could feel him eyeing him, and then the guy said, "may I ask what you are drawing this for?" So he handed him the card.
The guy read it and then chuckled like "we're in this together - I can see those other people (not me) bother you a lot to have made such a card! Ha ha ha."
Kartr says, "I can't wait for the next victim. I'm some sort of Venus fly trap."
Today my son Kartr told me that he got to use his new "Don't bother me or gimme 50 bucks" cards. He said this guy was milling around for awhile and then sat down by him and Kartr said he could feel him eyeing him, and then the guy said, "may I ask what you are drawing this for?" So he handed him the card.
The guy read it and then chuckled like "we're in this together - I can see those other people (not me) bother you a lot to have made such a card! Ha ha ha."
Kartr says, "I can't wait for the next victim. I'm some sort of Venus fly trap."
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
COFFEE HOUSE HABITUE ARE USUALLY VERY INTERESTING
Blog number 452 ******** 27 December 2010
My son Kartr has a teenage female friend that he met in her mom's coffee house. She claims to be a black belt karate expert. Kartr found out that she wasn't much good at it and asked why her teacher - whom she describes as a ninja, hasn't taught her to stretch correctly and she said that the teacher has thirty kids to teach, so he hasn't had time yet. Kartr told her that he could teach her in five minutes and does she call the guy a ninja because he disappears when needed for teaching?
She once mentioned that she meditated and Kartr found out that what she meant by mediation was to focus on something interesting - like some people "meditate" by sailing or fishing or walking in the woods. When he told her he meant real meditation where you focus on something and don't let the mind wander willy nilly like it does when you sail or fish or walk in the woods, she wasn't interested.
Today he told me that he gave the ninja chick a Starbucks card which she promptly lost, then later found in her pocket. He told her not to feel bad - that the pre-frontal lobe does not fully mature to the early 20's so that type of scatterbrain behavior is normal for teens.
Her 20 year old female coworker said, "cite your source," so Kartr went and found on his computer that,
"The Prefrontal Cortex is a part of the brain up in the forehead that acts as a "censoring" system. When you want something, but having it RIGHT NOW is not a good idea, the prefrontal cortex kicks in and controls your behavior.
In children, the prefrontal cortex is immature and doesn't fully mature until around age 25, although most of the maturation is done by age 15-16. This is why teenagers tend to be a bit...headstrong at times."
When he went to offer her the source she said, "the time has passed to when I was interested in that." e.g. HER PREFRONTAL LOBE HAD NOT FULLY MATURED AS HE HAD JUST EXPLAINED TO HER!
He said that another guy wanted to interrupt his drawing, saying that he needed an artist for his book Kartr told him bluntly that he doesn't talk about his drawing.
The reason Kartr doesn't talk about his drawings is that he'd rather draw than talk about it, and the people who ask about it are not really interested anyhow. He knows from experience that they just want to talk to him so that they can then turn the conversation around to them and their artistic abilities and interests.
He said he thought about this problem with people like that and decided to have some cards made up that say, "Thank you for showing interest in my work. However, if I am talking, that means I'm not drawing. I have a $50 fee to pull me away from my work if you have something serious to discuss."
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On Judge Judy yesterday, a young female witness came into the courtroom wearing a very short skirt. Judge Judy looked at her and asked her if she went to church.
The girl replied, "No. I'm a Christian."
My son Kartr has a teenage female friend that he met in her mom's coffee house. She claims to be a black belt karate expert. Kartr found out that she wasn't much good at it and asked why her teacher - whom she describes as a ninja, hasn't taught her to stretch correctly and she said that the teacher has thirty kids to teach, so he hasn't had time yet. Kartr told her that he could teach her in five minutes and does she call the guy a ninja because he disappears when needed for teaching?
She once mentioned that she meditated and Kartr found out that what she meant by mediation was to focus on something interesting - like some people "meditate" by sailing or fishing or walking in the woods. When he told her he meant real meditation where you focus on something and don't let the mind wander willy nilly like it does when you sail or fish or walk in the woods, she wasn't interested.
Today he told me that he gave the ninja chick a Starbucks card which she promptly lost, then later found in her pocket. He told her not to feel bad - that the pre-frontal lobe does not fully mature to the early 20's so that type of scatterbrain behavior is normal for teens.
Her 20 year old female coworker said, "cite your source," so Kartr went and found on his computer that,
"The Prefrontal Cortex is a part of the brain up in the forehead that acts as a "censoring" system. When you want something, but having it RIGHT NOW is not a good idea, the prefrontal cortex kicks in and controls your behavior.
In children, the prefrontal cortex is immature and doesn't fully mature until around age 25, although most of the maturation is done by age 15-16. This is why teenagers tend to be a bit...headstrong at times."
When he went to offer her the source she said, "the time has passed to when I was interested in that." e.g. HER PREFRONTAL LOBE HAD NOT FULLY MATURED AS HE HAD JUST EXPLAINED TO HER!
He said that another guy wanted to interrupt his drawing, saying that he needed an artist for his book Kartr told him bluntly that he doesn't talk about his drawing.
The reason Kartr doesn't talk about his drawings is that he'd rather draw than talk about it, and the people who ask about it are not really interested anyhow. He knows from experience that they just want to talk to him so that they can then turn the conversation around to them and their artistic abilities and interests.
He said he thought about this problem with people like that and decided to have some cards made up that say, "Thank you for showing interest in my work. However, if I am talking, that means I'm not drawing. I have a $50 fee to pull me away from my work if you have something serious to discuss."
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On Judge Judy yesterday, a young female witness came into the courtroom wearing a very short skirt. Judge Judy looked at her and asked her if she went to church.
The girl replied, "No. I'm a Christian."
Monday, December 27, 2010
CLUELESS EQUALS HUMOROUS
Blog number 451 ******** 27 December 2010
Here's another story from the files of Kartr, the object of unwanted desires from clueless gays.
"I was at 'Naked Lounge Coffee House' and this gay dude came in wearing tight shorts - keep in mind it's really cold in Sacramento, and he sat directly across from me, although there were a couple of other places he could have parked himself, but he could legitimately sit at my table. Thats the beauty of it. These guys are devious yet dumb at the same time. Think Hannibal Lecter mixed with Paris Hilton....
He wasn't really checking me out that I could tell but I did seem to feel his energy focused on me.
He was doing this thing where he's grinning while texting like he's having so much fun. His life is so fun, his shorts are so fun, look at me.
Every time I sipped my coffee he sipped his so there was some body mimicry involved. He began to get frustrated by my non-attention to his antics, so he did the thing where he starts putting on his jacket and getting his things together like he's leaving and thereby forcing me to 'make my move'.
I still ignored him, so he put his stuff back down. Later when I was getting my stuff together to leave, he rapidly did likewise but I was faster and foiled him, sprinting for the door."
Here's another story from the files of Kartr, the object of unwanted desires from clueless gays.
"I was at 'Naked Lounge Coffee House' and this gay dude came in wearing tight shorts - keep in mind it's really cold in Sacramento, and he sat directly across from me, although there were a couple of other places he could have parked himself, but he could legitimately sit at my table. Thats the beauty of it. These guys are devious yet dumb at the same time. Think Hannibal Lecter mixed with Paris Hilton....
He wasn't really checking me out that I could tell but I did seem to feel his energy focused on me.
He was doing this thing where he's grinning while texting like he's having so much fun. His life is so fun, his shorts are so fun, look at me.
Every time I sipped my coffee he sipped his so there was some body mimicry involved. He began to get frustrated by my non-attention to his antics, so he did the thing where he starts putting on his jacket and getting his things together like he's leaving and thereby forcing me to 'make my move'.
I still ignored him, so he put his stuff back down. Later when I was getting my stuff together to leave, he rapidly did likewise but I was faster and foiled him, sprinting for the door."
Sunday, December 26, 2010
THE FAVOR
Blog number 450 ******** 26 December 2010
My oldest son - let's call him "Kartr," has had a problem with gays hitting on him constantly for years, for some reason. He hangs out in coffee houses drawing and that seems to attract them like flies. "Why else would he be here?" they seem to be thinking.
He complains that they don't seem to understand rudeness nor direct - "leave me alone" comments. They walk up to him after making a show of themselves in the hope that he will see them and call them over, I guess. When this doesn't work, they will walk right up to where he is obviously busiy with his drawing and introduce themselves. His coldness seems to attract them like heat attracts fleas.
He even once had a Tee shirt made that said, STRAIGHT on it, thinking that may give them a clue that he wasn't interested, and then he heard a gay sitting with others at a table say, "Yeah. Right." So he stopped wearing the tee shirt.
As an example, he told me this latest. And this type of thing goes on every day.
Kartr said that one time he was at Safeway getting Chinese food and this guy kept trying to catch his eye. He says he tried to ignore him as the guy tried to get into his field of view and he would turn the other way, all the time flirting with the WOMAN at the counter.
He said the guy didn't give up so easily, laughing loudly at all his jokes and comments. He said he had his hand on the counter and felt something hitting his fingers - the guy was trying to slide his business card to Kartr. He looked at the guy with a "What the H...!" look and the guy explained, "I'm trying to give you my number!"
Kartr said he looked at the guy's card with horror and left.
Get a clue, Dude.
From Kartr's stories about other incidents like this, there is a very good chance that this guy will try even harder next time. He definitely will not give up.
My oldest son - let's call him "Kartr," has had a problem with gays hitting on him constantly for years, for some reason. He hangs out in coffee houses drawing and that seems to attract them like flies. "Why else would he be here?" they seem to be thinking.
He complains that they don't seem to understand rudeness nor direct - "leave me alone" comments. They walk up to him after making a show of themselves in the hope that he will see them and call them over, I guess. When this doesn't work, they will walk right up to where he is obviously busiy with his drawing and introduce themselves. His coldness seems to attract them like heat attracts fleas.
He even once had a Tee shirt made that said, STRAIGHT on it, thinking that may give them a clue that he wasn't interested, and then he heard a gay sitting with others at a table say, "Yeah. Right." So he stopped wearing the tee shirt.
As an example, he told me this latest. And this type of thing goes on every day.
Kartr said that one time he was at Safeway getting Chinese food and this guy kept trying to catch his eye. He says he tried to ignore him as the guy tried to get into his field of view and he would turn the other way, all the time flirting with the WOMAN at the counter.
He said the guy didn't give up so easily, laughing loudly at all his jokes and comments. He said he had his hand on the counter and felt something hitting his fingers - the guy was trying to slide his business card to Kartr. He looked at the guy with a "What the H...!" look and the guy explained, "I'm trying to give you my number!"
Kartr said he looked at the guy's card with horror and left.
Get a clue, Dude.
From Kartr's stories about other incidents like this, there is a very good chance that this guy will try even harder next time. He definitely will not give up.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
JOY TO THE WORLD BUT MOSTLY TO ME
Blog number 449 ******** 25 December 2010
This entry that is still in my mind and as yet unwritten, contains two themes. I have not decided as yet as to whether I will separate them and put them in two different entries or combine them both into this one entry. You, who are existing in my future, know which choice I am going to make - and my future self also knows, but I don't. It will be somewhat of a surprise to me.
I had a very good Christmas this year. Might even be the best I have ever had. I didn't have the angst over gift giving that I usually have, so I could just enjoy the people and events. My youngest son, my daughter-in-law and a friend were over. Also I had a surprise that my Tulpa friend, Anna from across my back fence came over with her mother. She is SO cute!
Yesterday I hung a bunch of Christmas presents for Anna over the back fence and while we were eating mid-dinner, I heard children screaming. I mentioned hearing children, thinking they were up the street where a bunch of kids sometmes play and my wife responded, "Maybe Anna found her gifts."
I ran out and looked and the gifts were gone, so that WAS what the children's screams were all about. I have hung several presents there over the years and I always imagined that they would just be happy that gifts were there, but to actually hear the delighted screams was a real joy, once I realized that that was what they were.
I think this was my first non-Bah Humbug Christmas. And that's a good thing.
Isn't it?
Of course it is. Don't be silly.
This entry that is still in my mind and as yet unwritten, contains two themes. I have not decided as yet as to whether I will separate them and put them in two different entries or combine them both into this one entry. You, who are existing in my future, know which choice I am going to make - and my future self also knows, but I don't. It will be somewhat of a surprise to me.
I had a very good Christmas this year. Might even be the best I have ever had. I didn't have the angst over gift giving that I usually have, so I could just enjoy the people and events. My youngest son, my daughter-in-law and a friend were over. Also I had a surprise that my Tulpa friend, Anna from across my back fence came over with her mother. She is SO cute!
Yesterday I hung a bunch of Christmas presents for Anna over the back fence and while we were eating mid-dinner, I heard children screaming. I mentioned hearing children, thinking they were up the street where a bunch of kids sometmes play and my wife responded, "Maybe Anna found her gifts."
I ran out and looked and the gifts were gone, so that WAS what the children's screams were all about. I have hung several presents there over the years and I always imagined that they would just be happy that gifts were there, but to actually hear the delighted screams was a real joy, once I realized that that was what they were.
I think this was my first non-Bah Humbug Christmas. And that's a good thing.
Isn't it?
Of course it is. Don't be silly.
THE STARS DESERT THE SKIES AND RUSH TO NESTLE IN YOUR EYES, IT'S MAGIC
Blog number 448 ******** 25 December 2010
So now we all know that the two themes were separated. Bully for all of us.
My son and our friend and I were sitting around this Christmas day and somehow we got to talking about unexplainable events that we had witnessed. My son said that when we lived in the mountains, he and his mother were the only ones in the room and he saw a glass lift about four inches off the stove, move to the right about six inches and come down with a thud.
I mentioned seeing the frogs on top of a frozen creek and seeing a face float up and to my left from my wife's face, leaving her looking like a stranger.
My son mentioned wondering why he didn't ask his mother if she had seen the glass move, but he didn't know why he didn't. I didn't tell anybody about the frozen frogs either, and I don't know why I didn't.
I think I mentioned then that I bet that it is a common thing for people to all have witnessed some magical thing in their life and I asked our friend if he had anything like that. He told us of reading his wife's thoughts at one time and getting her to sleep by thinking the thought to her.
I was once with a bunch of friends and somehow the topic got on flying saucers and I asked one of them if he had ever seen a flying saucer. He said, "Yes." So I asked him to tell me about it. He said he and a friend were lying on the Pacific ocean beach and a huge triangle object flew silently over their heads and disappeared out over the Pacific.
I was with my older son when we saw our cat go around the corner of the house and come out the basement door. We checked where he could have gone into the basement without our seeing him, but there was no way. We told people this one, at the time.
So...if my theory is correct, and my favorite author is telling the truth, almost everyone has seen something that can only be explained as magic. Something that is impossible, yet you saw it or heard it or felt it. Yes? And you didn't tell anybody about it until a year or two later? Unless you were with someone who also saw it - then you told.
So now we all know that the two themes were separated. Bully for all of us.
My son and our friend and I were sitting around this Christmas day and somehow we got to talking about unexplainable events that we had witnessed. My son said that when we lived in the mountains, he and his mother were the only ones in the room and he saw a glass lift about four inches off the stove, move to the right about six inches and come down with a thud.
I mentioned seeing the frogs on top of a frozen creek and seeing a face float up and to my left from my wife's face, leaving her looking like a stranger.
My son mentioned wondering why he didn't ask his mother if she had seen the glass move, but he didn't know why he didn't. I didn't tell anybody about the frozen frogs either, and I don't know why I didn't.
I think I mentioned then that I bet that it is a common thing for people to all have witnessed some magical thing in their life and I asked our friend if he had anything like that. He told us of reading his wife's thoughts at one time and getting her to sleep by thinking the thought to her.
I was once with a bunch of friends and somehow the topic got on flying saucers and I asked one of them if he had ever seen a flying saucer. He said, "Yes." So I asked him to tell me about it. He said he and a friend were lying on the Pacific ocean beach and a huge triangle object flew silently over their heads and disappeared out over the Pacific.
I was with my older son when we saw our cat go around the corner of the house and come out the basement door. We checked where he could have gone into the basement without our seeing him, but there was no way. We told people this one, at the time.
So...if my theory is correct, and my favorite author is telling the truth, almost everyone has seen something that can only be explained as magic. Something that is impossible, yet you saw it or heard it or felt it. Yes? And you didn't tell anybody about it until a year or two later? Unless you were with someone who also saw it - then you told.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
SORRY FOR THAT, FOLKS
Blog number 447 ******** 19 December 2010
I wrote an entry. I was fearful of catching hell from offspring, caught it instead from my wife, deleted that entry on her demands, substituted this one for the other "bad" one. The bad one wasn't bad. It's just that various members of my immediate family have fears that I don't have, so I am not allowed certain freedoms of expression. So if you happened to catch that other one, you will probably be one of the few that got to it before it was redacted. Redacted in this sense meaning disappeared, not just blacked out.
It was funny - especially if you know my wife personally. If you don't, well then, you are missing a great treat. It was a discussion between her and one of my sons and it was a stereotype of what it is like to talk to her.
While I gotcha here, did you happen to catch that tearful outburst by upcoming Republican Speaker of The House, John Boehner? I'm not a political animal at all. In fact, I don't vote. Don't want to encourage them, you know. He was crying because of the lack of possibilities for children to realize the American dream. What a nut! When I saw this, I thought, "THIS is what is leading us?"
That guy was either on something, or he has severe emotional or neurotic problems.
I had a friend up in the mountains who spent some time in Japan and he said if he ever did anything kinda nuts, the Japanese would just say, "Oh, he's a foreigner." Forgiven that way. So now, in this country, ever once in awhile, if he does something stupid, he just pretends that he is a foreigner here.
So here I am pretending that Boehner is a foreigner and that's how they act in his culture. That way I don't feel so embarrassed being an American. "Not one of us."
I wrote an entry. I was fearful of catching hell from offspring, caught it instead from my wife, deleted that entry on her demands, substituted this one for the other "bad" one. The bad one wasn't bad. It's just that various members of my immediate family have fears that I don't have, so I am not allowed certain freedoms of expression. So if you happened to catch that other one, you will probably be one of the few that got to it before it was redacted. Redacted in this sense meaning disappeared, not just blacked out.
It was funny - especially if you know my wife personally. If you don't, well then, you are missing a great treat. It was a discussion between her and one of my sons and it was a stereotype of what it is like to talk to her.
While I gotcha here, did you happen to catch that tearful outburst by upcoming Republican Speaker of The House, John Boehner? I'm not a political animal at all. In fact, I don't vote. Don't want to encourage them, you know. He was crying because of the lack of possibilities for children to realize the American dream. What a nut! When I saw this, I thought, "THIS is what is leading us?"
That guy was either on something, or he has severe emotional or neurotic problems.
I had a friend up in the mountains who spent some time in Japan and he said if he ever did anything kinda nuts, the Japanese would just say, "Oh, he's a foreigner." Forgiven that way. So now, in this country, ever once in awhile, if he does something stupid, he just pretends that he is a foreigner here.
So here I am pretending that Boehner is a foreigner and that's how they act in his culture. That way I don't feel so embarrassed being an American. "Not one of us."
Thursday, December 9, 2010
I YEARN FOR 3.1
Blog number 446 ******** 09 December 2010
First the etiology, then the substance. Right? That's the way it goes? Okay.
When I first started Blogging, I used to get a lot of comments from readers - several for every entry, usually. I liked that. I could discuss in a way, what I had been writing about. Then the comments stopped. I didn't think too much about it, but as the years wore on with still no comments, I just thought people had gotten tired of writing them. The bloom had gone from the rose, so to speak.
Several days ago I noticed a tab on my home page labled, "Comments." I clicked on it and lo and behold, there were several comments in there labled, "Spam." I took care of them so that they got back in the Blog - several months late, some of them.
Seems like my Google guy thinks I can't take care of my own spam, so he thinks he has to do it for me. But he don't. And I wish he wouldn't. But I couldn't find a way to stop it.
So I just glare at him.
Now today, my wife informs me that she cannot put comments in my Blog for the reason, "incorrect password." Pshah. Anyhow, this caused me to look in the spam portion of my comments and again, lo and behold, one of the comments I had already said was not spam and was transferred to my Blog entry was back in there, along with one of my own comments! Dammit!
So if you want to comment, please do. If Google won't let you comment (*$%##%&!) and you really want to, e-mail me. I like e-mails too. Comments or e-mail. As long as I have something to read.
If the e-mail is interesting or funny enough and you agree, I will put it in one of my Blog entries.
If your e-mail is funny and/or interesting and you don't agree to have it placed in one of my blog entries, then I will threaten you until you do agree. Fair enough?
First the etiology, then the substance. Right? That's the way it goes? Okay.
When I first started Blogging, I used to get a lot of comments from readers - several for every entry, usually. I liked that. I could discuss in a way, what I had been writing about. Then the comments stopped. I didn't think too much about it, but as the years wore on with still no comments, I just thought people had gotten tired of writing them. The bloom had gone from the rose, so to speak.
Several days ago I noticed a tab on my home page labled, "Comments." I clicked on it and lo and behold, there were several comments in there labled, "Spam." I took care of them so that they got back in the Blog - several months late, some of them.
Seems like my Google guy thinks I can't take care of my own spam, so he thinks he has to do it for me. But he don't. And I wish he wouldn't. But I couldn't find a way to stop it.
So I just glare at him.
Now today, my wife informs me that she cannot put comments in my Blog for the reason, "incorrect password." Pshah. Anyhow, this caused me to look in the spam portion of my comments and again, lo and behold, one of the comments I had already said was not spam and was transferred to my Blog entry was back in there, along with one of my own comments! Dammit!
So if you want to comment, please do. If Google won't let you comment (*$%##%&!) and you really want to, e-mail me. I like e-mails too. Comments or e-mail. As long as I have something to read.
If the e-mail is interesting or funny enough and you agree, I will put it in one of my Blog entries.
If your e-mail is funny and/or interesting and you don't agree to have it placed in one of my blog entries, then I will threaten you until you do agree. Fair enough?
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
BUT DON'T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT. PLEASE!
Blog number 445 ******** 08 December 2010
I have never before written anything about the obvious absence of free will in humans, nor have I ever spoken of it except in one or two cases over two decades. The reason I am reticent about discussing this attribute of humanity is because of the experience I have had in trying to discuss another erroneous aspect of humans - that of them believing that what they are thinking is what is real.
The fact that there is abundant evidence for both the absence of free will and the illusionariness of the physical world cannot be used to any effect because of the power of cultural conditioning. "Cats don't eat birds." Period. No way around that.
Do you suppose that if dogs or cats or elephants or dolphins could ponder, would they firmly believe that they had free will? Although we, looking on from outside would see animal instinct? In other humans, we can see them responding to their motives. In ourselves? Not likely - rarely if at all. We often see ourselves doing things we don't want to do. What is that? Free will?
Is there a benefit to the individual in believing they have free will? None at all. Executions are given based upon this assumption. As are penalties for all laws, whether legal or merely social mores.
Is there a benefit to the individual who doesn't see themselves as having any free will? Yes, most definitely. It doesn't matter whether the individual believes in the existence of God or not, the fact remains that "letting go and letting God" takes a lot of the pressure off of merely living. That's only one of the ways that peace comes to such an individual.
Is there a benefit to the individual in believing the physical world is real? No, none at all. In fact, ALL the problems individuals have comes from this belief.
Is there a benefit to the individual in seeing the illusionary nature of the physical world? Yes there is. Such a one is freed from cultural conditioning, freed from enemies, worry, fear, death, injury - and some other things. Some other physical things. Many other physical things. All other physical things.
I have never before written anything about the obvious absence of free will in humans, nor have I ever spoken of it except in one or two cases over two decades. The reason I am reticent about discussing this attribute of humanity is because of the experience I have had in trying to discuss another erroneous aspect of humans - that of them believing that what they are thinking is what is real.
The fact that there is abundant evidence for both the absence of free will and the illusionariness of the physical world cannot be used to any effect because of the power of cultural conditioning. "Cats don't eat birds." Period. No way around that.
Do you suppose that if dogs or cats or elephants or dolphins could ponder, would they firmly believe that they had free will? Although we, looking on from outside would see animal instinct? In other humans, we can see them responding to their motives. In ourselves? Not likely - rarely if at all. We often see ourselves doing things we don't want to do. What is that? Free will?
Is there a benefit to the individual in believing they have free will? None at all. Executions are given based upon this assumption. As are penalties for all laws, whether legal or merely social mores.
Is there a benefit to the individual who doesn't see themselves as having any free will? Yes, most definitely. It doesn't matter whether the individual believes in the existence of God or not, the fact remains that "letting go and letting God" takes a lot of the pressure off of merely living. That's only one of the ways that peace comes to such an individual.
Is there a benefit to the individual in believing the physical world is real? No, none at all. In fact, ALL the problems individuals have comes from this belief.
Is there a benefit to the individual in seeing the illusionary nature of the physical world? Yes there is. Such a one is freed from cultural conditioning, freed from enemies, worry, fear, death, injury - and some other things. Some other physical things. Many other physical things. All other physical things.
Monday, December 6, 2010
IS A PARABLE LIKE A PARABOLA IN ANY WAY?
Blog number 444 ******** 06 December 2010
I have this recurring dream. I have it every day.
I am in this strange village. The inhabitants of this village love cats and birds. The number of cats is shocking because they have kind of taken over the village. The birds, however are very scarce. This is because they keep disappearing. A bird is there one day. The next day it's gone.
The problem is so intense that the villagers even have a factory that breeds birds which they then turn loose. It's the only way they could have any birds. And they just love birds. Just as much as they love cats.
I tell them that the cats are eating the birds. I tell them that I see them do it. Many times every day. But they don't believe me. They say that cats don't eat birds. In fact, they tell me that cats don't eat anything except maybe a bowl of milk every once in awhile.
I tell them that if they watched a cat and a bird for just a few moments, they would see this phenomenon too. But they think the idea is so insane that it would be foolishness to waste valuable time like that. Time that could be better spent raising birds.
I tell them that the evidence is obvious, the evidence is overwhelming, the evidence is easily observable that the cats are eating the birds. But nobody believes me.
There is the fact that the birds are disappearing while the cat's numbers are multiplying and the cats are fat dumb and happy while the birds are all terrified.
There is the fact that bits of birds lie on the sidewalks, on lawns and on porches. Feathers are everywhere. Tons of feather deposited over many years. But the people dismiss all this evidence as of no consequence. Cats don't eat birds, end of story.
Of course their scientists study the matter of the scarcity of birds ad minimum, but like scientists everywhere, they only study what they have been taught. And they have been taught that cats don't eat birds. But the scientists HAVE come up with a theory, which they call "The Theory of Disappearance." They believe that this theory explains why the birds disappear, so they believe the problem is solved. But it's not. The bird factory still has to turn out many birds a day in order for the villagers to have any at all.
Then I wake up. But I know I will have the same dream again tomorrow.
Maybe it will have a different outcome? Hah!
Dream on.
I have this recurring dream. I have it every day.
I am in this strange village. The inhabitants of this village love cats and birds. The number of cats is shocking because they have kind of taken over the village. The birds, however are very scarce. This is because they keep disappearing. A bird is there one day. The next day it's gone.
The problem is so intense that the villagers even have a factory that breeds birds which they then turn loose. It's the only way they could have any birds. And they just love birds. Just as much as they love cats.
I tell them that the cats are eating the birds. I tell them that I see them do it. Many times every day. But they don't believe me. They say that cats don't eat birds. In fact, they tell me that cats don't eat anything except maybe a bowl of milk every once in awhile.
I tell them that if they watched a cat and a bird for just a few moments, they would see this phenomenon too. But they think the idea is so insane that it would be foolishness to waste valuable time like that. Time that could be better spent raising birds.
I tell them that the evidence is obvious, the evidence is overwhelming, the evidence is easily observable that the cats are eating the birds. But nobody believes me.
There is the fact that the birds are disappearing while the cat's numbers are multiplying and the cats are fat dumb and happy while the birds are all terrified.
There is the fact that bits of birds lie on the sidewalks, on lawns and on porches. Feathers are everywhere. Tons of feather deposited over many years. But the people dismiss all this evidence as of no consequence. Cats don't eat birds, end of story.
Of course their scientists study the matter of the scarcity of birds ad minimum, but like scientists everywhere, they only study what they have been taught. And they have been taught that cats don't eat birds. But the scientists HAVE come up with a theory, which they call "The Theory of Disappearance." They believe that this theory explains why the birds disappear, so they believe the problem is solved. But it's not. The bird factory still has to turn out many birds a day in order for the villagers to have any at all.
Then I wake up. But I know I will have the same dream again tomorrow.
Maybe it will have a different outcome? Hah!
Dream on.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
DON'T LET YOUR GUN SMOKE
Blog number 443 ******** 02 December 2010
I have a very low opinion of experts for many very good reasons obtained from experience. The thing about them is that they are immune from learning anything new in their fields. They already know, so they can't learn. They are also usually unintentionally funny. Which I will get to in a moment. First though, an example of what I mean.
Back when I was learning to oil paint, I bought one of those "How To Paint" books. This one was called, "Coming To Light." The object was to array oil paints in a manner associated with the color wheel and the addition of white to the colors. When one took a palette knife through two or three of the colors and then smeared it upon the canvas, it would create an effect that looked like what the author called, "jewels." There was no talent, no "gift" necessary in order to use this method. You slopped on the paint and then arranged the painting so that it looked kinda like a man, a horse, whatever - like a Rorschach picture. Abstract painting.
There was open art contest in Sacramento one year and the winning entry was a painting that used this method. I knew the method used came from the afore-mentioned "how to" book as soon as I saw the picture of it in the paper. The art critic who judged the paintings even made the comment that the winner's painting looked like glowing jewels. I, who was not an expert, knew the etiology of the painting. The expert, who most likely would not be caught dead looking in one of those books, was completely ignorant of what he was judging as great art.
Now for the funny experts. I was playing a game on my computer, the TV behind me was on Fox News and I heard a tease that went, "Why do people have one night stands? Doctors say they now have the answer." Hah!.
I have a very low opinion of experts for many very good reasons obtained from experience. The thing about them is that they are immune from learning anything new in their fields. They already know, so they can't learn. They are also usually unintentionally funny. Which I will get to in a moment. First though, an example of what I mean.
Back when I was learning to oil paint, I bought one of those "How To Paint" books. This one was called, "Coming To Light." The object was to array oil paints in a manner associated with the color wheel and the addition of white to the colors. When one took a palette knife through two or three of the colors and then smeared it upon the canvas, it would create an effect that looked like what the author called, "jewels." There was no talent, no "gift" necessary in order to use this method. You slopped on the paint and then arranged the painting so that it looked kinda like a man, a horse, whatever - like a Rorschach picture. Abstract painting.
There was open art contest in Sacramento one year and the winning entry was a painting that used this method. I knew the method used came from the afore-mentioned "how to" book as soon as I saw the picture of it in the paper. The art critic who judged the paintings even made the comment that the winner's painting looked like glowing jewels. I, who was not an expert, knew the etiology of the painting. The expert, who most likely would not be caught dead looking in one of those books, was completely ignorant of what he was judging as great art.
Now for the funny experts. I was playing a game on my computer, the TV behind me was on Fox News and I heard a tease that went, "Why do people have one night stands? Doctors say they now have the answer." Hah!.
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