The Left Column
We have taken away the stream-of-consciousness fictional political commentary for today. How about some poetry, unrelated to politics?
there were pumpkins past season and the carvings had rotted to be even more grotesque than intended and a bitter sudden chill, sqawlly snow, frozen ketchup on the picnic table where people eat lunch Was I sad to leave myself stuck inside my yesterdays? Inside of mind we can sometimes let the winds howl. Windy Howls deep within your mind where there is no place to stay, and only moving forward, onward to the safe place. You're there in a moment. When the calm comes, it brings you rest and all the troubling vapors dissipate within the great light darkness no more.
We live in The Rhodium Age, a time when at some point we will be able to literally turn Carbon into Gold, or to write it as a chemical equation:
I leave it to the Chemical menshches to fill in the details of the question mark that I write as part of my mock equation. But you get the idea.
The management here hopes that the readers decide to be kind.
July 24, 2016
Same as it ever was.-- David Byrne
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What they claim is good for 'the environment' really sucks for the forest.
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Delete and repeat, delete.
This period of Deconstruction will soon end. He'll get his new beginnings all along the moldings, lined up. those railings, all glisten in the first light of the day the sun light reaches far within and makes it all clean and pure like petal fall in May with apple blossoms showering down like snow upon the sidewalks and cobbled walkways.
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When you're alone on the train you aren't really alone there are all kinds of other people traveling on that same line, going in a similar direction, very many destinations end of the line. Destination train moving through a forest in a driving rain She said he was insane for getting on that train. Destination 2 aim 2 AM in a driving rain she knows he'll come back again When you're alone on a bus you aren't really alone the driver is there all the people you can see out on the streets, down the allyways besides the buildings sidewalks glisten the reflection of starlight the must be people there too, space aliens of the long ago so you're never really alone. You're never really alone. Destination train driving rain Destination railway station in the far away through the fogs of time the forests of lost contemplation where the tallest trees of the forest will swap their spots, dance around, a square dance of sequoias so in the light of day they're all OK and back to where they were before or who can say? Destination 2 AM driving rain far away train station freezing rain 🚀 🚙🚤🚣c🍀⚜⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣🚣 🚣🚣🚣 🚀 🚀🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣 🔨 🚙 🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣 ⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣 🖐sub 🖐🖑 🖑🖐
Here is today's pretty poem:
Sunset Blue He's starting to cry Everyone at the club has to know why He's feeling alone though he plays for the crowd and he plays so sweet even when loud. Sunset comes and it's starting to snow When the set is over where will he go? well we know that he sleds down the frozen gorge on his guitar case . . .
Big moon in the midnight sky big big moon all across the sky you can see the crowd as the marching band marches by take the crowd a'dancing off toward the stars. Oh you big mouthed moon why do you rave about the government while you're in your tie you are that kind of guy who has nothing really ready to say but rest assured, and he can't be cured you'll say it any way. Oh you big mouthed moon big mouthed moon but the women swoon becaue youre always the most kind and the worst you do if anyone's judging you is to always speak your mind so in the end you might be wrong but the world is not harmed. Oh you big mouthed moon 🌛 🌜 Oh you big mouthed moon 🌝 Oh you big mouthed moon 🌔 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝 🖐 🌙 🖑 🖑🌛 🌜🖐 🖐🖑
♥♥? There's a river of infinite love flooding from on high through the heart of all. There's a river of infinite hope flushing through the gorges through the heart of all. Spread your wings and fly away off into your day off into your all 🖐🖑 🖑🖐
glossry of what's next♥♥? :
Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?
Wake up!You know I thought you was the Buddha I must have been tripping on a great big hootta unn ha haa Wake up Wake up Wake up while you are sleeping Wake up Wake up Wake up and go to sleep Waking and rising sleeping and dying and reincarnating or are they just lying? Wake up Wake up Wake up while you are dreaming are you ever really awake? Is it something you can fake? Can you ever stop your scheming? Wake up Wake up Wake up and go to sleep while you are dreaming while you are resting you'll wake up when your rested. If I go off to dreamland for a life time or five Is there something wrong or the matter if I enjoy being alive? If I go off to dreamland and live a good life and stay true does that take anything from you? Wake up Wake up Wake up when you are ready ready and rested and not second guested Wake up and be you.
♥♥ Praise ♥♥ the ♥♥ Lord ♥♥ !! end of column
The Message Column
August 19, 2016
She defriended me when I'd never friended her no I never freinded her I never friended her. She banned me she blocked me when I didn't even have a phone when I didn't even have a phone Just the idea of me that I might even exist kept me off of the list of anyone who is missed. As if I ever cared about it at all.
He's going on with his 'this this this, all this this this' bit of stock outrage. And no one can calm him down. Gotta get things done. Got work to do. But he exhausts himself with useless outrage.
And those thing, even if they were true, they are better kept on the down low. Most people are nice. Most organizations can never become so demented and damaged and draining away D' word daisy dazes and dazzling displays of dangerous dan-dasteerdlies, as if he weren't but just the sweetest of lambkin lambs.
He's got to calm down. Maybe some travel would help him. Or go to sleep for a while, stop himself from continuing with his controversial concepts. It's better to un-post. And then they won't find it. He's not back pedaling. Maybe he could if it weren't just a story. Words aren't nooses, and he isn't inclined to use them like that. Someone who is truly eevviill is just a fiction, even your worst imagined human villain is not real. No one is as vile in the ways that you could imagine as a worst case. And these imaginings, maybe we use them as a stock bit that we do when we are lonely drunk in the crowd and trying to say things that mean something, that people would be amused by. But are they laughing at you or with you? and you don't want to know.
But even that is paranoia. And we are all having to be who we are and it's our fault when we, ourselves, devolve into a jerk persona, idiosyncratic ravings about aristocratic secrecy that isn't even real, and going on with the delusions that you catalog as being farmed into the message of putrid mendacious postings of, perhaps, just bot-process. And thus, no one real is even thinking that way until people read this trivvel and they think that maybe it's somehow correct. When it's all just made up. And everyone is suppose to know that. But they don't. And so some fools decide that the rethoric against the . . . whoever . . . needs to be escalated to a point of inserrection which they can't win. Because they've got it all wrong. They aren't even seeing the person as a person. They've crafted these bullies to slaughter in their delusional worlds, and they've empowered themselves with hatreds that might have been just manufactured. If people have real hatred then you can't talk them off their self-created ledge and stop them unless you can some how mitigate that, and make it good for the person, who suffered real harm, and that they would be better later, and not hurting anymore because of the brutalities of which they were suffering, and they were inflicted upon them by . . . and maybe the story doesn't tell you the rest. You are supposed to just take it all at face value. When someone who has really suffered from being brutalized, they can be helped to overcome their distraught nature because it was a human that did this to them, and humans can remind them that not all of us are brutes.
But when the slights and afflictions are not real, and people are not really sufferers, and they don't have anything bad, really, that's happened to them by a person or pepole in a conscious way, it's nothing more than stuff that they hear about, or see on the news, or they think someone that they know is doing it, or being harmed. If its someone local, you can't say what they might have seen, or know about. In the case of those who live in a virtual drug-haven warzone, like some parts have become during some phases of the daily routine, no where is a hellhole always. And people, even in hell holes, are still human. And so we must lay back and rest on the trust that other people can not really be demons, and that they want to do the right thing, even if it were for an enemy, and if it were someone in distress, that they human thing to do is to help.
so if you find yourself somewhere and you're feeling stress from the sense of it being a 'bad area', you had best proceed to a calmness, and accept that we do live in a dangerous world if we harbor fear of danger then we will not be happy when something occurs, even if it doesn't happen to us. But in a war zone, a real bad place, there is an acceptance and a 'just get it done' behavior of survival, and hiding, and being ok when everything else is crazy. But we aren't in that place. We don't have that here, really. Its something that power mad asshole would crave to have so that they can impose a will to have those with duty to put on a demonstration of their martialistic behaviors. Populations don't cotton to unrest, and we don't have a tradition of that here. It must upset them that the tricks, those old-world tricks, can't work in a nation where people are locked and loaded and ready to jump up at a minutes notice. Tyranny doesn't like competition.
Would that it were that
all hate is fiction, alas, people's actions show otherwise.
How can it be Saturday again working so hard all week long thinking of you and you are gone? Without telling me anything up before the wind I realize I was crazy but everybody thinks they've sinned when they reflect on regret forgive themselves. All that I knew were gone fly away. Now that it is over we have nothing to say. If Winter were less sudden would we care more when it is frigid all at once? The chill came down. It became a glacier. it kind of looks pretty now way off in the distance. People know where to not build a home: way up on a mountain mile thick ice dome.
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Praise Praise Praise the the the Lord Lord Lord! for because Easter He's so awesome! welcome to The Message Column!
changing it now.
oh those arbitrary frames! spinning, but not this line. spin me a yarn neon spin me a yarn neon spin me every where but not here! here is a fresh link, a new path to some older content: photo pile!
If you tell me your stories do I have to listen to them all? Cause I wanted to go and find a ball that I lost in a field near here. You can come along or you can be the way you are, and I'll be strong If you tell me your stories do I have to learn them all? And tell you the plots before the villains fall? And be intent to brighten your day when you don't listen to a thing I say. But I'll always love you anyway I'll always love you anyway and wonder what else we could have gotten right if we didn't always argue and fight and love you anyway. anyway love you
Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.
It's Sunday. Always a good time for clearing away kruft.
July 31, 2016
Billion dollar ideas? They are all around us!
Alright. We'll be changing it up a little bit!.. . . well . . . Truck-you-later!
There are streams of words I'd right if I thought it would make it light to take away the fear or hurt from all the sad 'truths' the meannies blurt If it were I could heal the hard glances that others steal and make it all suddenly real for you, my readers. But that's your job. make it real.
August 19, 2016© 2015 © 2016
Praise Praise Praise the the the Lord Lord Lord for his for his for his unfailing unfailing unfailing love! love! love! well, nothing more here today.
The Right Column
"We don't need your stinkin' clicks."
But seriously, we do like that some people seem to get here sometimes, and read some of this.
8:05 P.M. August 19, 2016
Storm breaks out over California Coastline Malibu waves, Santa Monica says 'hello'
it should be a hover but it might be a click . . .
When I'm with you it almost seems real again you, trying to draw me in, your inappropriate and constant touching that I'd wish you'd stop. But some how wanting to run away doesn't make me do it. I cower and hide. Your desires . . . you're married! I know him. When I'm alone I know that the memory will fad infatuation worthless pandering worthless trinketts that someone wants to fight you for nothing here is real it exists just for didactic purposes . . . the fog lifts. They have a fist fight those two, over a 1500 dollar chair over two 1500 dollar chairs that someone had brought in as a donation. Inappropriate friendship never lasts. But then it's her. She's pulled into the same rest area It's midnight and an approaching storm. Her husbands gone down into the reeds of the river snaking through the low lands in the bright light of the intermitent moon with ghosts of ancient Portuguese who had settled this place. You see her as you are driving by calling out "where are you? Where are you, oh husband oh mine . . . " Ya, but you couldn't really hear it because you don't stop there anymore especially at midnight and the approaching storm. Soon to be safe at home and warm Soon to be safe at home and cool? Cool? Like 'fonzi' cool, because that isn't really cool That's only mock cool. It was cool mock cool and Henry Winkler was always cool, But Fonzi wasn't real cool, Not like Jimmy at the beach cool hot summer day, paying for people who can't pay their way anonymous cool becuase the coolest of the cool are the fool for following the rule Wait, not the fool, not needing to follow that rule, anonymously and with a penchant for extreame kindness. Afterwards when everyone had already gone home and the day had driven the sun down, like spiking a football into those brillient sundog sundown sunset dusk daze-over, a fog that fog lifts as the brillient moon, across the sky, arrises I can call out for you but you're never coming home never coming home never coming home I can cook diner for you but your never coming home never coming home again. That squiral that lives in the spruce drops down the cones that it has devored showers down on your truck the beds filled with tailings of the giant feast above in that tree. At night I call out to you but you're never coming home never coming home never coming home again Eventually your brother has the truck taken away truck taken away your hat still in the window. At night I call out to you you used to answer across the apartment At night I call out to you you used to smile at me in the middle of the night That lighthouse your giant beacon in the middle of the night accross the foggy bridge of years. And maybe someday going home to you when the fog gets blown away across the stormed cross deep and blue And pipers piping people weeping never ceasing storming brew That light house shines forever your giant beacon I can see it from my home
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When the rain was coming down and the storm was getting worse and he felt such dispair that he agreed to a curse He made a deal with the spirits of the forest but the spirits of the forest wouldn't ever let him go Now he's all OK he understands what he'd given away and with all thing like that when you stop and change your mind and you ask for forgiveness and remain being kind, and you stop with your fear and things you don't really hear that seem speaking in your mind things that are actually unkind. So if you make a deal with the Spirits of the forest remember spirits of the forest exist only in your mind. So deal with yourself and set your self free you ought not be a slave to who you used to be a promise to your self that you made in your mind might be the worst thing now and mostly wickedly unkind. So don't make deals with the devils that you conjour in your evenings tripping in the swamp.
My bad tenent won't go away says he's a Hippy and he can't pay I was crazy to have him moving in specially when he convessed he's not starting again He can't lose he can only win.
March 11, 2015 clean water, even for enemies.
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How many tracks? Is that booming thunder? Can we now wake from the spell we're under? How the storm tracks we can't be sure to know But when the rain comes the big winds will blow. She'll be cured She'll be cured She's adored she's adored. Kaitlin . . . Dancing in the Rain! Storm breaks out over California Coastline Malibu waves, Santa Monica says 'hello'
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Poem Shards from Unipoems She asked " If you get across can you take this to the King of Nowhere and tell him, plead to him to think of her and the way that she needs him? but he won't come home so she goes out looking for him went down to The Flatiron Building asking anyone wrote a card mailed it home. I imagine her collapsed on a bench people shuffle through she feels the lonely loss why won't he come home? I imagine her. She wrote it like that on her card. But it was all for sympathy, just an expression of her drama and she felt lost because of it and didn't know how to proceed the tricks didn't work with him he'd gotten willful, run off with a different girl who doesn't go to church. Hear the steam whistle of an approaching ferry turning to make a smooth connect. Moving back from the railing and the ropes she notes the impatience of the people at the dock and how the other women really like to talk. the crowd rushes forward have your nickel ready she gets swept along now she is way out there in the ferry out past the jetty. Ferry to Red Bank 1906 🚦 🚧 🚨 🚩 🚪 🚫 🚬 🚭 🚮 🚯 🚰 🚱 🚲 🌛 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . . 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛 Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga Her tired morning seems more like poetry than anything you can find on a blog. Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 Woof and woe🌝 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥
who da thought?thought is sequential the end of it is never flood on, river of wise neglect let the bough break let the wind blow removed the baby from that cradle long ago and took him somewhere safe. Thought is over rated when it's thought for being mean to be mean being mean what you mean when you are mean when you 'mean what you say'. Memory is overrated there is joy in the person even when they don't know who you are anymore they still love you they usually don't forget that they love you usually. It was cold that day he'd driven all the way there and plodded through the snow to face the sorrow of his loved-one who didn't remember him but thought him to be someone else as thwarted. Memory is overrated when it's hard hurt of past tragedy as if it happened yesterday from the long ago. Bill Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛
Well, I don't worry. Because the file-systems are solid. And I know what I am doing. So, when I got a notice that the FC24 was bold and ready (bold and ready), I said 'what else am I going to do today? Let's give it a shot.'
I'm not quoting myself.
In any case now, with DNF, the commands are terse and easy. DNF is now locked and loaded and ready to go with the upgrade. And it uses the RPM back end. Slow, slow, slow. But I have a lot of fonts.
In any case, a lot of fonts and a bunch of very large games that take a long time to down load. And really, it's mostly the same data. In any case all of this happens before you need to reboot. And after that, well, it's a cake walk to the end of the upgrade.
Even on a notebook computer, becuae I had to pull out my old one, and I loaded fc24 on that. That thing would onlyu boot to an old copy of fc20, not to the fc23 and fc22 kernels. I don't know why. I needed to boot that because when the system booted after the upgrade it was unable to run the system, and that is just a sad effect so I got a prompt: the rescue prompt. Enter in the root password. Easy peasy.
Now, it's been hot here lately. And I was up before the dawn most of the week and hacking away, writing mean things about the Democrat establishment of the current leadership. In any case, so, at my bad boot, I needed to determine what could have gone wrong. I decided that it would be good to relabel the system. And so I did the touch thing with the magic filename (look it up) so that my drives would be relabeled. But before that . . . I found somewhere that said I needed to boot to a less restictive mode of selinux. What were the exact commands? You had best look for it yourself but basically, in grub (the bootloader), at that part of the boot process, one must select to edit the commands that grub will run, and one must then enter in the correct stuff on te right line (which is easy so if you need to do this, I assume you are smart enough to know what the 'kernel boot line' is, and to know about SELinux, the savior of modern computing, and do what ye need to do to allow the system, how ever it got there, to do what it needs to do. Fortunately I had already done the touch-relabel thing (I don't give these details because if you don't know what I'm talking about, get an expert to help you.)
So, after that, the relabel thing went on for quite a while at the next boot. This was hours later, after my meditating and praying for the souls of those who . . . well that's a different subject. It's been a bad news year for undeserviing people getting harmed, and so . . . well, change of topic.
So, after that, it would let me into X, so I could do the ctl-alt-fn thing and get a command shell. And then I needed to run the desktopswitcher, and select Gnome (which was install, and correct, and waiting to go).
Before that it booted me into X and gave me a blank X terminal except for an xclock, which I believe is in my rclocal file (or whatever teh Xwindows start up file is).
The name of the desktop switchtool in FC24 is . . . drum roll which simulates me looking for the name by checking yesterdays history:
history |grep swi
513 system-switch-displaymanager --help
514 sudo system-switch-displaymanager --help
515 man system-switch-displaymanager
516 sudo system-switch-displaymanager gdm
592 history |grep swi
The only way I was able to find that, not through any 'help' that Fedora did, was to navigate, in a shell, to the /sbin/ directory and do as follows:
and then there it was.
In my case I switched to gdm.There are other choices, you can look them up if you need them.
The other things that I did to investigate, at first, was to check to make sure that grub-mkconfig had been issued correctly. That was not the issue. It was an SELinux denial so I needed to relabel, but it wouldn't relabel until it would boot correctly, and after that . . . Linux worked. I still needed to fix the display manager. I read in their documentatin that they are switching from Xwindows to something new, but still will use Gnome. But in my case, I still seem to be using Xwindows.
I've used Xwindows for a very long time. And I can't say that I'll miss it that much, as clunky as it has proven to be, and at this point most of what it was meant to do is done much better with other methods. But I can still remember when I first saw it, it was old then. And you could do things with it, back int he old VAX day, or on old Unix systems, and it would work from place to place on a Unix here, or a Unix there. Unix Unix everywhere.
And the History of it was that when Mcrosuch and all that (lefveraged arbitrage) tried to make everyone pay them forever for already invented things and demanded that even if you weren't running their stuff that you had to had to had to pay them anyway because they were just so special.
The revolt against that was called Linux.
And now it is 2016 and everyone and their brother and sister runs Linux, or uses it and doesn't know it and Microsoft's stuff, from back in 1996, is just a footnote on how NOT to do operating systems. Hurrah, Open Source won.
But the battle never ended. next Chapter the arbitrage kings decide to take over the open source world too: enter the 'android' system which is just a fork of LINUX.
But the world wins with Open Source, really. So if Google wants to fork Linux, that is fine with everyone as long as they don't stop others from still using the old version.
In any case Xwindows might be going away, and whatever is replacing it is worthy of study.
And after all of that, there were still issues with SElinux, and needing to allow some things, and change some contexts. I use the sealert program with su privledges, and it tells me how to enable what needs enabling.
July 27, 2016
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