May 2012
142 posts
I will say, Carolina Chocolate Drops ain’t no bluegrass, because bluegrass has got no soul.
It does fascinate me that a system balanced on the threat of punishment of the individual for anti-social behavior has produced such a large multi-generational population of people who believe that punishments are for others, and in particular for the less privileged.
On a happier note, the ice cream truck in my neighborhood plays a snappy variation of ‘Home on the Range’ as it slowly...
Perhaps self-evident: being a petulant and cranky-appearing post-adolescent driving the expensive car your parents bought for you whilst speeding and not using turn signals with a cell phone in your right hand clamped to your head does not mean I will not yank you from behind the wheel. Deliberate ignorance and discourtesy is not a great schema for societal advance.
More ironic: I am ambivalent to sharing my opinion unasked, and I maintain this Tumblog and Twitter. Human behavioral software is some strange stuff indeed.
Early-wakening insomnia is less entertaining than it could be. Insomnia is generally not much fun, I would hazard the opinion.
Quasi-ironic: writing an application to map payphone locations. Which really would simply be porting to mobile, I suspect, but I am too lazy to search for any such thing.
“It is necessary to develop a strategy that uses all the physical conditions and elements that are directly at hand. The best strategy relies on an unlimited set of responses.”
. . .
Ueshiba.
I still discriminate against folks who know only the rote responses they have learned, and are incapable of making changes to their...
I could listen to the wind for days on end.
I heard two voices speaking. The first said : “Be wise;
The world is but a large delicious cake, my friend!
It calls for an appetite of corresponding size-
And whoso heeds my counsel, his joys shall have no end.”
The other voice spoke softly : “Come, travel with me in dreams,
Far, far beyond the range of the possible and the known!”
And in that voice was the...
Cordless power tools. Nuff said.
Odd code update to Tumblr, I see.
Tea, yoga, science fiction, wrenching. I don’t require or desire much more.
Lamb stew for breakfast, and some half-assed searching for shop space so I can wrench when the rain falls.
Lemon yellow, pale, at the Eastern horizon. Lovely.
“Whiskey is one of the cheapest and best painkillers known to man.” So reported Dr. Harold George Wolff of Cornell last week to the Association of American Physicians meeting at Atlantic City. Earlier doctors, he said, prescribed whiskey freely but were finally forced to discard it for “moral and ethical considerations.” 1941, Time Magazine. Proper.
BBC’s Survivors is pretty damned fine. Then, I do tend toward schadenfreude, and entire entire lack of trust in humanity at large.
Busybody gene?
“I would anticipate that the potential for hijacking utility for use by higher echelons with a detrimental effect upon the utility for the folks on the ground is high. Looking over the soldiers’ collective shoulder and second-guessing is a sad organizational trend.”
I am an asshole when consulting.
Ugh, 40-year old linoleum that needs removal.
I’ve made a 6-hour project into a month-long procrastination fair. And, thunderstorms keep me from swapping the turn signal control unit and finishing out connecting the new wiring harness.
In fairness, I fucked off and built and installed shelves this morning when the weather was clear.
And, I deeply love thunderstorms.
Apparent correlation between number of people involved and quality of endstate, high. Too many people. #toomanypeople
Foraging for four hours, twice a week provides me with greens and vegetables all week. With some luck, I will add fungi and some tubers.
The H for H & G will require a little more work. Folks tend to freak out when they observe one with a long rifle. Squirrel and rabbit make for some lovely stews. Wild pig would feed me for a week or more. Venison, o venison.
Grand unified ponytail theory, slaying my reason and distance. Hel take my loins.
1 attractive woman, tap room, like watching physics-challenged youths bob for apples.
O’Shea Jackson is schilling for Coors Light? O how the mighty may have fallen.
Navel-gazing
Summer foraging allows for a lot of thinking in an environment free of human noise.
Philosophy. And the state of the frontal lobes versus the rest of the brain. Cursed unfinished evolution.
My brain is an odd duck. Thoughts produced based on physical/physiological reactions are generally examined by my mind and shelved. Although, not always.
Thusly:
Brain: spending more time with a woman...
Zen. Compassion, patience, or apathy? One can nearly always strike the compassion from my mind’s processes, and replace it with empathy and a driving misanthropy.
Random: would a three-lobed burning eye have three pupils?
Any movie review in which the reviewer states that (s)he prefers ‘Twilight-type’ vampires is automatically invalidated by my brain. Stake Land.
Lazy = awake at 05:00, lounging in bed until 07:00.
