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I live in a forest. Well, it's suburban. But it's the kind of region that if land is left fallow for even a couple of seasons, it grows into thickets. And so we have to do the work of lawn clearing, or else all the trees shedding bury the lawns with leaves and needles.
Some people leave it. They don't bother clearing it. That's fine in one sense, it's very natural. However, leaves will mat. Piles might become nests. Bugs and varmint can thrive. This attracts a lot of spiders and snakes, which some people don't like. And so it's important to do the work of clearing the leaves and needles every so often even while they still shed from the trees.
If you approach it as a bad chore, it becomes a hard task. It's not fun to let it all build up, over a long period, and then, at some prospect of a snow storm, you have to go out and do it all at once. It over whelms you. It's too much work to do at one time. You might just call up and have the guys come by with their gear, and they can clear your lawn right quick for a cost, and you have to pay them but . . . for me . . . culturally, it's a thing to do it myself. It's good exercise if you do it piece meal, over a period of a month or two.
Lawn work is a thing and it is a necessary part of the skill-set of people who live in such areas. It's all about being able to get up off the chair and move around even when you are an very old piasano, who is an eccentric in some people's eyes, but totally typical to people from his family, extended relatives, not all Italian/Irish/European people. We do yard work. It's a thing. We like 'gardening'. We want our yards to be nice.
OK, it's not just us. A lot of people do. But for me, it was a way to become familiar with working for a living. I got paid one dime for each bag of needles that I filled. If I wanted to buy the midget army men in 4th grade from the Woolworths at Rt 27 and Rt 9 (next to the Stop and Shop) I needed to fill at least 10 bags.
Yard work, and minor home maintenance, becomes a thing for people. It is how they show that they are still 'with it' and able. My grandfather, some time in his last year, got a stern talking to, by my dad and uncle, for hauling out a ladder and cleaning his gutters. What was he thinking? It's just something that people do: they push themselves to stay self reliant. If you see it as a chore, well it is. But if you do it enough, and you put it into small enough chunks of manageable effort, then it's really a form of exercise. Work those muscles that you never move because you are sitting down drawing TuxKarts and building virtual worlds that you hope to pawn off at the virtual bizarre, and isn't the news lately bizarre, all the way bizarre.
Tasteless segway back to politics? This is, by the way, the Politics for Poets column. Let me say that the idea of a collection of stories appeals to me, because it creates a literary scene and also allows for a quilt to be crafted that hammers home the sociological milieu (in a very didactic way, perhaps, but in small chewible pieces that are easy to consume and don't give out a bad taste.). So a collection of stories is a good choice for a writer. It could be a set of stories, for example, about people and their experiences utilizing roadside laundromats. These ubiquitous businesses reflect the social-conscious process of how people interact within the self-serve world. Shameless plug: I have an unpublished collect of stories called Midnight Laundry which is just that.
Ultimately that is the world that many of us have to fall back on. If I fall, into a puddle of mud, can't I then find a laundromat and clean up for a while? I'm deep in a puddle of mud and there is some social place where I can go get my clothes cleaned and I can wash up somehow, and get clean again. And if I'm there, and I seem to be in distress, people aren't going to beat me and canibalize me, but they will help me and they will carry me to the holy place, some shelter for the night location for rest. Because rest will bring a cessation of the haunting waking-dreams that many call hallucinations. Or, if it's not caused from lack of sleep, then time and kidneys will eventually clear most of it out (it being some chemical or substance). We get sick, we fall down. We rest. We get up. We get clean. We get better.
The junkie doesn't have to be a thief. The sex-addict doesn't have to be a criminal groper. We are human, not beasts. And even if you get involved in sordid BS fake-ritual, which is really just parlor-game quality debauchery, you aren't really going to fall into a portal and go to hell. There is a ladder that you can use, and you can climb back out. And, yes, there will be some who will help you. And others who will treat you shabbily, and try to turn you back to your old ways to allow them to further the game (that twisted parlor game). Ultimately we have to climb out on our own. And the pleas to the Holy Lord, that you don't even know that you are making, are what propel you quicker out of the hole, and back to a normal perch upon some normal ledge, high up in these mountains. Way up in the mountains. Where Glen Beck should go.
But remember, Glen, if you are in the mountains, you have to stay on the trail in some parts. Ya, a volcano cone, a tallus slope, if you fall you'll roll, it's a slope. But plateaus have edges, and if you get to that edge, then you'll have to watch out. Because you can believe in some pseudo mystical 'leap of faith' that you read about in the science fiction of Carlos Castaneda and mistook for real world descriptions of actual people doing real things. If you read these books, by the time he was whacked on the Jimsonweed, didn't you kind of know that he was describing something other than reality? It was a description of his random inner space. And he takes you there, and it's a fiction. And you should know that it's a fiction. But if you don't he tells you too, which is why people kept reading it. And guess what, it was like doing those 'awareness' drugs. Drugs that let you see your mind, as hallucinations, burning in front of your own eyes. You burn off your own mind, which you might have needed to use later, and see happy colors? You must have been thinking of happy colors. But it's a cheep effect, really. Maybe you should instead get a Kaleidoscope, if you want to see pretty patterns. Or if you want to fly, you can take a plane. Thta 'alternative reality is a wasteland, you create it yourself with the day residue of mind that you sacrifice to your quest for something real, this Vision Quest of yours. You use the oxegen of alkoiloid (a bad analogy?) to burn off the day residue of mind, and you create this alternative reality. It is mostly ideosyncratic. And people who take the same substance probably won't go to the same place, and perhaps it does burn away some of the fallacies of mind that you collected throughout your schooling in interactin wtih the world around you, and you are able to understand that so much in the world is just determined by hang-ups of traditions, the ruts of conscious thought that we all have to saunter along, those paths that civiliation has laid out for us. But in the case of 'created things', roads, buildings, social structures? sometimes it's just an arbitrary choice. Other times' it prudent economics. But always, it's there and it's easier to just stay on the trail, don't wonder off. Some mountains might be the kind that Jack K. Says you can't fall off of, but most are not. When we stray off trail at Half Dome we might be in for a Humpty Dumpty phase of our life (or it might be our death).
And so some use alkoilod poison as a way to induce a kind-of vision quest. But listen, just as it's only one Baptism, it's also only one Vision Quest. If you have to keep up with alkoloid fueled activity in search of some deep truth of reality, you've failed in the endevour. Got the message, hang up the phone. Once you understand, is there every a 'reunderstanding'. When we know what 'up' means, can anyone bring us down by telling us why we are wrong? Human society is often arbitrary about some things. Other things, they are that way for good reason. And those who are usurpers don't always respect taboos. But the ones that must be respected, what is really taboo, we hand that off to FBI and local prosecters and we don't care what the bungie bosses of cartel governance have to say about it. There are some crimes so horrible that the stones, themselves, are said to cry out for justice! "If you are his children you know me." That's a very serious indictment.
The quest for vision, or the time of Spirit (pereclate), is about awareness. In a buzz chase, a lack of buzz often results. Isn't it kind of a sad commentary on existence that those who are most into the aspect of whatever are the least likely to enjoy that aspect. Just as a case in point, someone I worked with had gotten into a nature watching phase. This was an urban kid who, clearly, hadn't been around much. Me, I'd been off to places. I'd climbed up some slopes. I used to spend time in the woods. And I'd been to Vermont, a place where all bugs had not been exterminated. And so he was all about 'Butterflies' and he wanted to capture them to kill them and put them on a board.
Now, I don't understand that part of it. He wanted to take away the buzz of that which he chased, kill it, tack it on a board and display it because it was pretty. So, isn't that a clear example of who a fetish as to some aspect of something awesome results in the destruction of that awesome and the murder of some innocent life form (murder is too strong a word).
The butterful is free and lives in the forest meadows. It will become interested in you and land on you when you when you are still and unattentive. It will inspect you and then fly away, fly back, loop around. Land on a flower. Lift itself back up. Land on you again as you lay in the field, if you are laying in the field, and not paying attention to it.
But try and catch it? It flies away. It's not Mothra, but if you open your eyes while you are sleeping, suddenly waking up, and one in on your face, you see it all at once, you might think so. It's like a giant radioactive moth! But, of course, that's just a lame made up conception. And so, ya, butterflies and moths. They abound in the world. And if you respect them, and don't hound them, you might get to see them every so often.
So my work friend, I called him an 'armchair naturalist' went off into the national park (that abutted the property of our base) with his lapidary net. I warned him. He had that typical way of just passing off my advisements as me just being too conformist. He was mostly right about that, but not always. He didn't care what the rules were, he was going to do what he was going to do. He told me that he'd been approached and that he was directed that, within the boundaries of the park, there is no collecting or harvesting of any kind.
So that rule: covetousness of aspect decreases your chances of attaining that aspect. This is, of course, just loose guidance. In fact, maybe the most covetous person could possibly achieved their lauded goal. However, when we observe the world? What do we see? The butterfly fleas to out of range of the butterfly net and the dervish fool who chases, with his pure heart, that 'elusive creature'. And the one who is just there, and isn't looking to harsh the buzz (pun intended) of the butterflies? The butterflies will get curious and fly over to see them, to introduce themselves, to tell them, in their buzzed-out way, "ya, Mothra's my great aunt's cousin, and I'm personal friends with Black Bears and otters." This isn't code for anything.
Well, so, the candidate. She's coveted power. And she's let loose the minions to hound even family members of venerable statespeople (so says articles that I've read), and she's got an 'organization' and some people say she's a dabbler in parlor game activities. And she's kind of a bitch. She 's not very nice to people. She's mean to your dog . . . I'm making this up as I go along. I don't really know the candidate, just know what the propaganda is. It is, by the way, the season of the witch, oh, it was a few days ago. Halloween. Boo.
The hysteria concerning these parlor game activities has gotten to the point of a witch hunt. And so, we need to be warned about that. It isn't a myth of History to say that the hysteria against witches has been a curse on Western society. Too many people, over very many generations, have succummed to phobias about devils, demons, and witches, and have have abreacted to the point of having witch trials and then directing executions of people who, most likely, were victims of alkaloid poisoning, haplessly, perhaps, they recieved a dose of something psychotropic and it effected their brain function, which manifested as strange personality, and truculent anti-social behavior.
It's not a joke, It's a sad fact. These witch convictions were shameful miscarriages of justice. Those were senseless and brutal state executions of people who many have been just chemically altered through exposure to nightshade, ergot, or psychotropic plants, fungae, moss, algea, or bug-bight.
But if people really are doing sick ritual? I don't want to see email pictures! Give those images to a grand jury, don't publish them on your forward facing web-page! Part of me says that they can't be real, that it was inserted into the data by dork-ops who sought to further humiliate and discredit the candidate. However, the creepy nature of the people involved, and my own experience with sick-heads who delude to the occult, yes, what they follow is delusion. But it's dangerous delusion. It has no place in the world, however when you go 'after it' you often make a big mistake: you, yourself, are under the effects of the ergot-of-delusion. I've read that over 30000 people were killed, executed, because they were 'witches' , over a period of some 300 to 400 years, before the discovery of LSD, and the delving into the major delusions of mind that result from alkaloid overdose.
The other things we know about the candidate are reason enough to with hold a vote from her. Don't use hysterical accounts of alleged email images as a reason to cast your vote one way or another.
If events of the last few days, and news of impending indictments isn't scary, then imagine having to immediately impeach the person who just won the office?
Let's avoid all the controversy and BS by giving Mr. Donald J. Trump a landslide
November 6, 2016
Aren't we all sick of it by now?
If you've gotten to the point where you see the other person as such a demon or a witch, practicing debauchery as ritual, if you really think you see that maybe what it is, instead, is that they dosed you too . . . Wait for a period, move away from it for a time, let the effects of whatever you've gottne exposed to wear off. And then take another look, if you must. But most of the time when you see great evil you are actually imagining it, and then seeing what you see that confirms it, but not really seeing everything, and getting it all wrong. So stop!
DONALD TRUMP to restore respect to the office of the Presidency and avert a constitutional crisis Equality is not a congruence of social station. It is a congruence of equal protection, under the law.
Politics should be civil.
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Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?
The waste land of your spirit quest hallucinations aren't coins to use to explain away what you delude to be failures of being, your excess, kicking in the door of some strangers SUV at Venice Beach, October 2014. You were out of your mind and being inhuman raving at 'them' about your urges, needs, crappy understanding of society and the wider world wind and waves. But your better now, by now? some time in a rehab for a while? found by someone important? Your better now, and I won't ask about the tats, bars, stars, gang sign markings. Got to go wash? Off off your life from yourself? what we have done what we have failed to do building bridges where there is a river? building bridges and walls, roads, valley town around the roll in the highway,up the mountain, down the mountain up the mountain down the mountainthis must be stealing, you can't wash off who you are. You can't. You can only be born again once it is said get born again. got the message? hang up the phone? Want to experiment with awareness? take a long nap, remove yourself from delusions that the peculiarity of the place that you will create for yourself if you burn off parts of your mind is going to be anything more than just an idiosyncratic virtual delusion Maybe you could wrap it up in stories? Leave them in a box, no body will read them? I'm being a buzz kill? buzzing on means that you land on a flower, for a while, if you were a butterfly and then fly on to the next one. Or maybe that is where you'd lay your eggs, if you were a butterfly. You are not a butterfly even if on alkaloids you could think that you were.Wake up!
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Today was the day of setting the clocks forward.
March 10, 2024 10:35 PM EST
No one who contacts me about work seems to provide any serious prospects, like they are just hazing me..
The realization that much of what you find on line is just bots messing with people and trying to train them to be ineffective at debate by making them revert to insults, putdowns, and sub-human behavior makes social media seem to be a wasteland. It is best to not participate in that.
All the rain could have been snow! 2024!
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We change as we grow and become someone newer who understands our role better in the plans of God.
well most news was about the raid a few weeks ago, I read up on what I could find.
I read up on it but I didn't try to spend too much time dwelling on it.
I wrote some things. But I can only observe these things. I wish not to be seen as being one who understands what it going on in the world these days. I try to learn what happens and try less to 'splain about the peeps involved. That whole 'It's them!' finger pointing is bogus and discordant to an eccumenical and open hearth world view.
And those who seek to live within a meta where they rule the world as a cartoon avatar persona . . . and do their pyramid scheme money-thang and their virtuality as if it's real . . . They do as they will and I have no say over their futures. So why do they pretend to have a say over mine?
The answer is: that if they live within a meta, then their rules are for them there. Outside of that, in the real world, those of us who aren't crazy with self-entitled ideation, and wealth beyond measure that enables us to put the equipment on, and all of it's tethering and attachments and live within that matrix world . . . all of us who do not wish to join them in what seems to be a depraved cult of wish fulfillment cooupled with a magical point of view about the fate of peoples and persons . . . all of us who have not gone crazy like that . . . you can't really expect us to let you carry on and try to rule us from within your cage of technology?
video gaming morphed into 'meta world creation' because the games were too depraved that had the cool world layouts that people like. The puzzles one loves to solve, and the cool graphics that one wants to see were those times interspersed with simulated acting out of depraved behaviors, like having to kill all the other characters in the scene before one moves on to the next level.
So at some point you trained yourself to not do it, to click through the depravity as if it's not there, and maybe miss a creepy backstory. I gave up playing those kinds of games, and I still ike to watch old replays, but I fast forward through the gun fight parts, the ghouls who hound Lara Croft in the end levels of, say Tomb Raider aniversary are tiresome and almost designed to make the players hate this kind of depravity in a game, as if the writers are telling their funders ;Really, a kill anything that seems alive simulation? Like clones could never be born without a need to kill everything else in the proximity from where it emerged? Well, we all know what happend to the Lora Croft franchise, and most video games.
But the graphics can be compelling and fun, so people still get some enjoyment out of it.
And those who think that they can rule from within a meta? they have the persona of the villianous ancient ghoul who haunts Laura through out here travels. Watch a walk through of tomb Raider Aniversary. Feel free to fast forward through the psychopathic parts. But do listen to the banter and the dialog. Spoiler alert: Laura has a lot of soul searching to do.
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sometimes you just need to remove kruft.
Politics never ends but sometimes it's better to remain mute. Mostly when there is nothing needing or wanting to be said.
but that is no one, that has not hapened to anyone you made it up. thankfully true.
We move along. We keep doing for ourselves. We survive. We don't let the world define who and what we are, or how we feel, or what any of this really means.
And if they have bad humor, and will not forgive they will hate you then.
but at least in that story they leave you alone after all of that
They dont' always leave you alone. It seems they still sometimes want to connect to try to draw that cray cray narrative out one more time. And you have to explain that, no, sorry, this is a bit. You caught me while I was writing a character, that's not me. I am using tht as a dialog in a paly that I'm having my character write inside of his narrative, he's writing his own play about a guy writing a play.
It's like he feeds on it, I get bothered that he lets me go on with it.
I speak but there is no one there. I know that there is no one there. I'm not really talking to myself but I know that I'm not talking to anybody else.© 2017 © 2019 © 2018 © © 2020 © 2021 © 2022
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It's August. People are harvasting their tomatoes. Other people don't have any tomatoes. The chipmunks will eat every single one while it's still very tiny. You need a fortified and fenced in garden.
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Greetings from tree shaded yard!
Praise The Lord for insight given!
as an example . . . I have tried to do some introspective things as I come into awareness of my own flaws, and recognize the way I act and correct my self and make a better narrative for myself and for others.
you raise me up from far away when a memory of you lifts me!
Somethings never change nothing need stay the same ah, but on a website the constant change is kind-of the point . . .
change without continuity and tradition is often very hard to manage for those thrust into it. And thus the frame of things gives a place for the change to happen. If you violate that idea then you are coming up with something completely different and maybe no one will want to see your new idea, or use your great, new venue, because it's too far out, and very far away from what they currently care about. It's a nether or a meta and it's merely for a lark? Or does it become the next big thing? As fun as graphics are (CGI) and animation, and making a world to fly around in (like minetest, which is easy when you learn how) ultimately such a meta is a hollow place. It's a distraction during the season of gaming. It allows one to brush up on geometry and math, and architectural design, it gives people training in computer languages, it allows someone to make some graphical ideas, and pass a few hours of time every few days or so . . .
To live within such a realm really isn't possible.
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The deep snow. She doesn't know how deep. She didn't think about it. Depth of snow no one know in rills and hollows where you shouldn't go when the storm is fierce and the night is cold even you shouldn't be so bold. poem is from 2012 short story titled Blizzard Baby The morning light is hued in cold awareness. Warming in the sun the bunny explores the snow covered lawn. The tracks melt by mid morning. Bunny doesn't know what the song means, anyway. This giant bubble that we call awareness? How could it have been formed? Seemingly hollow, it's filled up with you reading this and wondering where does this idle poet get his idle hours to spew out this bubble web of hollowness? 🚦 🚧 🚨 🚩 🚪 🚫 🚬 🚭 🚮 🚯 🚰 🚱 🚲 🌛 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 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🌝 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 Space Ship snowman floats off towards Billy Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛
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Ya, I decided to load Fedora Core 38 Beta about a month ago, and this machine kept shutting down . . . I think I finally fixed it. Tomorrow is the big release day for the Fedora Core 38. My production workstation is still running FC37. I don't know if I'll jump right on it right away. . .
my server is still resetting, or maybe I have it fixed. I decided to just remove plasma-desktop, as I don't use it. The journals were giving all kinds of errors with that, and I think that might have been the issue, conflicting with the gdm that I do use. Worst case I'd just go to runlevel 3 but, as I said in another column, I don't really even know if anyone views these pages anyway.
My production box would upgrade but the dnf says it would downgrade grum and associated tools, and that's never a good thing to do. I'm just not going to do it! anyway I'll check tomorrow when the offical release is and probably do it then. If I'm in the mood.
So now I've run every version of Fedora serving this website! that's a long time.
April 17, 2023 8:28 PM ESThere is from a year ago:
It took some time to figure out how to defeat the new screensaver built in, but I was able to. It's the biggest downside to the new Gnome.
I set the keybindings to something I don't use, and then put in a custom keybinding to use the old tool.
There are other minor things that annoy too, like the restoration of a deleted file that I always have to delete again on every FC core upgrade. The file is name camera-shutte.oga. It's in /usr/share/sounds/freedesktop/stereo
1:12 AM EST 9 April, 2022
At the precipice of coding.
a mountain trail often has a place with a great view and a perilous fall if you wonder just a bit too far to one side of the trail. It's called a precipice. It's not a scary place. It's a safe place that one passes through.
OK, so I've done an update to FC34.
the biggest issue was . . . . drum roll . . .a lock up of gnome.
and if i clicked on the activities button I would need to reload (log out log back in).
I was able to run stuff without that, and thus determined a list of files that might need to be removed. I did as full reinstall of gnome as such:
dnf reinstall gnome
then I did a
dnf list installed |grep fc33
which gave me a list of files to consider uninstalling.
from that I got the following:
first odd issue:
sudo was not at first working! I had to install it! I kept the configuration file so I have my preferences still set up.
dnf install sudo dnf reinstall gnome-* dnf reinstall kde* dnf reinstall NetworkManager* dnf remove gnome-screensaver dnf remove gnome-shell-extension-desktop-icons-20.04.0-2.fc33.noarch dnf remove xorg-x11-xkb-extras-7.7-33.fc33.x86_64 dnf remove compat-openssl10-1:1.0.2o-11.fc33.x86_64 dnf remove mozjs60-60.9.0-7.fc33.x86_64
there are still some fc33 packages, (I also looked for fc32 packages, anything older that was gnome)
sudo dnf list installed |grep fc33 biber.noarch 2.14-4.fc33 @fedora gamin.x86_64 0.1.10-37.fc33 @fedora libgta.x86_64 1.0.9-5.fc33 @fedora
if removing a package also removed large numbers of other packages, I left it. For each of the few that I did remove, I always would make sure by reading what would happen before agreeing to the transaction.
now the gnome-shell is working and it doesn't lock up. So which of the packages that I removed made the difference? I am not sure.
and so after just a few short hours of install, I've got my system working in away that seems normal.
the new gnome shell moves the icons to the bottom of the screen.
I find gnome-shell to be annoyingly poppy at times. I tend to do things rapidly, and all the popping can be nauseating.
It is helpful to learn how to use dnf. I've found that the reverse history stuff works as long as you haven't made too many changes. It's a dicey, though, to try and go back to an older revision but I did it ONCE. Next time it didn't work out so well. AT that point it was installing dnf and yum from rpms.
and I had success. It's the kind of thing that when you know how to do it . . .
but there was one other trick that I needed and it was a scary way to reset a password and I did discover how to do it. I'm not sharing that one (barely remember) it's like these things exist in a nether, and it's best to . . . let the knowledge fade unless you need it. It's too scary to dwell in that space.
anyway, gnome shell is working. It's not flighty and hanging up. And all it took was to remove the old packages of gnome that might conflict with it. And now I can continue with my review.
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