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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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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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The Right Column
Weather snowy, wet, and awful.
blah blah blah. Winter blues. At least we understand why we don't want to deal with the whining of wheels of progress.
You need some new bearings to deal with that constant whine. Please, see an emotional mechnanic and have your bearings removed.
That's me being a little bit on edge. There are rumors. These come from dark rooms. They got a whole collection of Hunter Thompson in there, the full set, Hells Angels to it was a good gig (did he write htat one?) but they don't have any lights in dare (there, in there) in dare to read em. Besides, they are all in their virtidome cubicicle extenders with their minds deep inside the hive vission plotting . . . for dubious purpose. How can they now acquire a collection of the complete works of Michael Hastings? If you could know al lthe blogs he had maybe ever posted as he ran forward, being chased by a plane in a Jimmy Stewart pose (Jesus Christ pose? AinC circa 1990).
No one cares. They've all got their heads up into what you might describe as . . . giant fat guys arsess, like it's a strophom thing, and they got umbillicles on them and there are giant harnasses above, and straps below, and everyone gets in the grove of their 'pow. pow. Pow pow.' inside the butt-gogs (that is whta they were, butt-gogs, their heads were deep inside their VR butt-gogs.
"We can plot from down in here, deep state of slumber, how to undo what is needing to be urged. . . "
"Wait a moment. Just a moment." asserts a dissenting conjecture. "You know nothing of the dialog between imaginary deep-butt spies inside their VR-Butt-gogs (TM)."
Someone else asks (an alternative conjecture?). and strangely in a Brit accent, like some famous actor. Or someone doing a bit like from Spinal Tap, which would make it somehow, but he isn't sure how (who he? the author?), that somehow makes it all more authentic. He thinks of just who he'd want to do the bit. Ah, but no. "If I read this line, like if I were, like if I were . . . reading a line from a play, do I say 'TM' at the end of it like it's written here?"
No alternative conjecture answers this phony question from the fake accented Hollywood comedic bit actor. They realize that it's a non starter. Crickets are almost heard except some learned MC shouts out "Moving on."
What was this scene? a new movie bit for some 'next major release?' No one has an answer.
He awakens from his bout of bad-play writing and wonders when the blues will break. They always do. It suddenly unimportant. He catches himself whistling. He cleans out a cluttered corner.
Winter blues. They aren't easy to shake. You catch yourself being angry in traffic. Stop yourself. Calm down. Take an unexpected nap. Rest instead of fretting with the messes in the corner of the room.
After you have rested then, having cleared your mind of all concerns, the solution to that mess in the corner, that part that needs to be improved, it will all make sense, just then. and without toomuch thought, and while you don't realize you are whistling, you solve the mess by some keen and quick rearraingment of material and of agenda. And thus the vexing problem no longer vexes.
Winter blues aren't always so easy to fix. Sometimes the snows of life bury us deep in our dispairing messy corner (that we should have cleaned up, perhaps, if we have had time before.)
After a long nap you don't remember the mess in the corner. You worry about something you'd left in the garage before the cold snap and next thing you know you're changing your brake rotors.
Next dayyou are too sore to do anything. But snow covers the walk and has to be removed. So you make yourself do it.
Winter blues aren't always so easy to cure. Got to clear the walk. Don't want the mailman slipping. Got to clear the snow. Don't want to get caught needing to go out and I'm still buryied in.
Gotta go out, it's 3:30 AM, and blow snow with the snow blower. He was crazed then. the days of blizzard had finally made him snap. He's raising up his snow shovel at the plow driver at 4:00A.M. and screaming curses, babies are now crying up and down the street and this is the sadest nervous morning howling fool moments he's seen out his window, woken up by a riled neighbor cursing a plow.
Winter blues are not easy to shake. But at least I understand what they are now, so I know how to live through it. Worst is to let anyone know you have it. Or to give up on the chores that need to get done, as tedious as it gets day to day.
Ya, Winter blues. It's got to be the weather, right? It's not the chilly way that some partisans won't stop with their internacine fueds.
Winter blues. get over it. Its the same thing every season. We all know how these things play out. The warmth and the light, the right and the just, they are our odds on favorites. And even if it seems that all is lost, we know who is on our side. Whatever comes we shall endore.
OK, ya, I tried it. Political grandstanding. We shall over come. Ya. That does not solve the Winter Blues.
We can try and be playful, as if I'm talking about the various shades of blue. But we all know that I mean our general moods. So we can't solve the blues through clever turns of words.
It is quite possible that some people don't ever get to that place of the great sadness. They don't have the blues. Or, if they do, they don't share them with me. Or I'm blind to their sadness. I assume that later. My blindness is to their sadness. I don't see how they could be blue because I don't know them and thus have little chance of understanding them.
As soon as the sun breaks through the clouds, and the wind is warm and the smell of the melt is upon the fields, we all break out of our little boy blues and we go on our Springtime romping. Can we expect that some time soon? Well, it's February now. April is only two months from now. And crocus's are sometimes here first week of March (in a warm year).6:28 PM February 15, 2017
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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🌝 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥
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Fedora core 27 is coming out this week, and I jumped the gun and did the upgrade on two of my machines. I have to say it's been rather flawless. Cudos to Fedora for getting the dnf system-upgrade right this time.
I have a legacy system that's about a little more than 10 years old. I replaced it as my desktop box, but I decided to leave it as a server. It's got Nvidia, so that's been an ongoing issue over the years. But I got the blender bug, and I decided to upgrade to a dual head nvidia system so that I could render much faster (much much faster). My recommendation is that it is worth the money if you are graphically inclined, and that's a good reason to do it. One of the main purposes for doing this is to do VR, but the only VR I do is crafting in minetest. I do that as a hobby. I also like to make tuxkarts, for the game supertuxkart. It took some time to get more proficcient. I came up with some ways of doing it. It really comes down to, in blender, learning, learning, and learnig more. Blender is one of those realms where you couldn't possibly use it all or know it all about the product. It's too fast. And not only that, it's got boucoutte plug-ins (in python) so . . . it's a real big thing."
My oldest system, that will still boot, though I haven't done it in years, is a legacy Compaq 'notebook' computer, a big black brick of a thing, heavy and it was very cool (very very cool) when it was new. Years ago there was a 30 days of the dead and I loaded on 30 days of Grateful Dead songs and turned that machine into playbox. But, as it is in the real world, when would I ever have call to use the thing? If I set up a music server, why do I want to run a 20 year old machine with a ten year old operating system? But it's cool to have a working copy of FC10 (or whatever the version of fedora was in 2006 or so). I suppose I could try and yank the drive and load the latest just to see how it works. In lieu of getting a new music machine, I think that I should investigate what I already have. Even though some of the android from a few years back really are inadequate the way that they are, they do have a lot of good features that a non-hobbled operating system (I consider Android OS a hobbled version of Linux, Google built their house on usurping open source. I see no advantage to keeping and maintaining an Android system. If it is to be made into something useful it mostly needs to have a less commercial, and more real-time operating system. But I just haven't gotten to the part where I take the mistake purchase that I made of an android tablet, some years back, and have some old version of Android on it. I think I got a hobbled version of the OS. I wouldn't be so derisive of it if it were actually a reasonible operating system that let you upgrade to a new version, like you can with Fedora and linux.
I have an old phone that I could convert to a linux. I haven't tried to do it. I guess it's doible, as long as the thing is 'unlocked'. But . . . instead . . . I would rather work with a newer system.
Nov 5, 2017
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