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autumn nowSept 23, 2017
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Here is today's pretty poem:
forest river fountain park hillside walkway two weeks of gloom and rain . . .
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glossary of what's next♥♥? :
Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?
What we have done What we have failed to do.
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The Message Column
An old proverb:
Those who say do not know. Those who know do not say.
Well, what did you think I'd say?
Just a little bit, a little bit at a time, Lord.
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Just a little bit, a little bit at a time, Lord.
Kafka was a dillhole, Orwell was a submissive? depends on who you ask. . .
So what did just happen?
There has been a very lot of very important very very this week and I could let you know what I've heard myself but, it isn't anything. I'd just be repeating what you can find on your own. I have no insight or new knowledge, but a lot of questions.
If I started putting out my conjecture about what has just 'gone done' and why, I'd me just fanning the flames of conflation of simultanious events as being related, or reveeling, by just making a good guess, someones close to the mark explanation about how and why and who and who's doing it and when will it end, etc.
I ran into someone who I didn't know who wanted to show me a photo of him in Vegas with a famous Rock Star (who I love) and it was cool. and I was like 'way cool. But then I asked him 'how it was' in Las Vegas since the beginining of last month. Were people still upset? He said not that he saw. So what can I conclude from that ? Business as usual? I'm asking questions and no one can answer them so why?
One of the euphemisms that is being used to describe the mass-arrests in Suadi is that there is a 'corruption probe' going on. Another was that it is a 'counter coup'.
Two 'princes' died in unexpected suddenness, one in an heliocoptor crash, the other in a fire fight with his body guards defending him. So the government by consensus is over? Or did the situation warrent this for reasons that won't be put forward for 75 years because the nature of it is too sensative?
And our State Department is on board with the on-going 'corruption probe' in Saudi. There are many other dots in this constilation that we could connect. I't all over the news who is connected to who, who was puppetting who. And as we know the things that come from one place that are lauded are often copied elsewherre. We know that Saudi didn't invent the purge, but they sure have given us all food for speculation.
But what do I know? Nothing. If there are executions I'd prefer there also be trials. In the world of kings and international regime mongering, and funding of foreign operations, know this: they don't just go and target anyone for no reason. There is always a reason that these things happen. And it's never just arbitrary and it's not without a lot of forethought. So we can make up something. And most of us will. It will trouble us. We'll glom around The Net looking for frozen insight, something dated from before, when we didn't know, someone who might have been eyes open and wide and sucking in the stream of what is actually ahppening.
The narrative of 'corruption probe' is . . . lacking. People will write a Hamlet. to fill in the blanks. They'll cast politicians as failed Lady McBeth's. She'll be bubbling in toil and troubling (very troubling)
Ya, so explanations are scant. And now Twitter has upped the number of characters that they allow. Wow. So if it's dumb before, with twice as many characters is it twice as dumb?
Ya, if I don't know why am I going on with this?
Nov. 9, 2017
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Praise Praise Praise the the the Lord Lord Lord for his for his for his unfailing unfailing unfailing love! love! love! well, little else now.
The Right Column
Yard work is a necessary part of having a dwelling in New England. You must clean up the debriss that gathers, or else you yard will turn into a forest. You have to clear away the growth of trees that you don't want, or else you're yard will become a thicket. And if a tree gets too big, it's very expensive later to have it removed.
8:39 AM Nov 6, 2017 Somethings never change nothing need stay the same
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A butterbean, because the baby likes them. Buy a, poppa, poppa, The people said.
A butterbean, a butterbean because their good because their good and the baby likes them. You're the best dad anybody every had. My daddy's really strong and he's never wrong. dude! Buy a . . . Father, dad, something different for me. Poppa pagga Poppa pagga Poppa pagga A bob'n'bob dad! You're the best dad any body ever had It's always a special day when you're coming my way when I think of you I can't be sad. But it's making me sad. My dad had. Like my dad had. and it's making me sad. Poppa pagga can you pay? Won't you come around on Christmas day? Poppa pagga A bob'en-in' dad You're the best dad anybody every had. Baloppa daught dad . . .
Derrick dreaming lyrics at the dance rave. My moon said to your moon "reason escapes me let's not take too long to resolve these serious issues" Your moon said to my moon "Reason dictates that I suggest you have a nice show. Now I'm going to dance over here." My moon danced off and forgot all about your moon. no issues really ever needed to be resolved. After that Derrick never went to another dance race
Don'cha know my mommy needs ya? Don'cha know my grand da needs ya? Doe own't leave my grandma needy. Half way back from Sausa-lee-ta Dough ount leave my dear mother alone.
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Poem Shards Eulogy I met him in the fog of war after he was already dead his visage in videos speaking dread and how the public is mislead. If only I could have known you before you gave up the ghost to haunt the crossing ferry off to places unknown, an undiscovered . . . virtue. A new country! A new type of people who respect the things that work that ferry churning through the fogs and mists and dank smelling out-gassings of these many foul rethorics spewed plausible no one knows who is sure? Which shore does your ferry pull up to to let out the ghost, so the story goes, the one that gets told . . . better be one that people can hear when their kids are there outside the house at the top of the stair. She can't hear that story if he is but a ghost now she knew him he was her friend and told her how he had been destroyed, remorsed, fallowed, wasted, lost abandoned on the battlefield of soul blow up your fallacies, this war needs to be taken way down inside those dark-thought places where hate channels freely destroy the hate by sending it off to unthought rhyme unspoken words unkind unthought hate. We try not to think of it, what the plausible story can be he's off on that Platsburgh ferry a shroud of fog the mists and fowl outgassings must some how be endured one last time to say good bye, come back to me come back to me you friend now gone and lost never known all hopes of how to write this story . . . his story . . . if he had asked me . . . I'd start the book: "He faked his death to escape . . ." 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. 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛
Yes, it's not fun to be an expert in boot loading grub2. As far as that goes, there are so many issues, many of which are so important to get right. So if there are 'issues' with a system, it's good to ascertain how to mitigate them in the most optimized way possible, and for the purposes of education. I become obcessed and it's a bad way to loose sleep, get squirilly. What if I loose everything. . . how will I survive . . such a great loss. And you get over it. You already have a process in place? Every so often I have to dive in to the deep water of Linux journalctl and parse through all of the information glenned from the copius messaging in there.
It was actually kind of nice to be off line for a while. I had to do a lot to get things right, but I've been planning new things anyway. It just makes much more solid what I've been needing to make more firm, the purpose of it? What new direction? The stuff that I should cut off because it' doesn't do anything for any body. You can't make pages that dance around if you want to present text because they have too much bandwidth, and people don't like complete nonsequitor. Instead they seem to want to focus on one small part. They want a 'tweet' not a complex content entity with feeds from 6 columns, each of which can be set to be at any of a very long list of possible pages. So if I had a 100 for each of the 6 columns (maybe just five), and each could be on any one, that would 100^5 (because their are 5) possible configurations for the home page of mine. Each of these is possible. I used to say 'spawn of 10,000 websites' as a byline, very many years ago. My architecture allows a single page to have a multiplicity of faces. It only takes someone with a lot more time and energy, of some future generation, perhaps, to try and figure out the use of such a system. In my case to present content. So it's possible to have a 'snap shot' of a particular time of the web content of that day. It's a feature not yet implemented.
After too much time doing it system administration gets boring. Maybe it's time to drive off into the rising sun and end up at the beach some place way-south of here. I could be in Florida in 20 hours if I leave right now that is tomorrow afternoon. I'm not that crazy. or am I. What did I loose when I lost the old root? Some configuration files, some tuxkart files (which can mostly be reproduced) and all of the minetest worlds. I still have very many pictures of those worlds, and they could, as well, be reproduced. But they did represent a particular time of my life when I was recovering from a leg injury and sitting down and dwelling within the minetest world did give me some time to heal. You can only do that kind of thing for so long. I used to think of it as 'the season of video games' it usually started sometime in october. Now I use blender, instead. And I find that I can craft some fairly interesting scenes. I'm not that proficient at it yet. I've still got a lot to learn. The technology is still fairly nacent. The peopel involved with 'virtual worlds' are particularly obcessed. What I found fascinating, and adictive, with minetest wasn't 'playing' the game, but building the world. I discovered that I could load some private person's 'world builder' mods, and that let me go nuts with building all kinds of detailed landscapes and buildings. I crafted a lot using very simple commands such as 'tile', which lets you select a part and then reproduce it in 3-D array form. Using this I made giant structures, and very much enjoyed my self for very many hours. But as with anything like that eventually it's tiring. i got my legs back and was able to do much more interesting things like planting vines outside, and doing various physical things beyond just mouse jockeying. Fun stuff, mine test! The kids love the commercial version which is the obvious and ubiquitous at the toy store. As well there are now toy cars and play sets.
Stacking is an important thing to learn how to do. In Blender one can do a kind of stacking by creating arrays of nodes as an object and then using 'dupliverts'. It's a very interesting technique. Quickliy, however, utilizing such methods, one can hit the wall of too much is just too much. Some call that a 'stack overrun'.
Using 'dupliverts' is a type of multiplication. Profiling the number of nodes and surfaces in a blender model is a very important and critical part of making useful things for use in virtual worlds or three dimensional modelings, and video games.
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