Hello.
Well, you’re back. I can’t say I’m surprised. You don’t even like it here, you just want to see me cry don’t you? Just bawl like a baby right on the internet. Well I refuse! I’m happy, damn it. In the face of everything I’m watching colors run and I’m still having a good time.
Speaking of watch making, I extracted this bit from an interview I watched:
The Retired American Businessman Story
link
And I just found this one on the youtubes.
Warning: may not be suitable for human minds
DYING NASA SCIENTIST TALKS ABOUT SOCIETY
link
The E-State Sale
My parents are having an auction. I told you that bit before. All their stuff that they’ve been hauling about for ages and keeping in storage bins and dust coffins. I hope it’s worth it.
Here’s the link to the auction:
http://ebidlocal.com/cgi-bin/mndetails.cgi?staples51
(It says LIVE on-site preview on Saturday ~ April 19 ~ don’t believe.)
We’re having a showing on Sunday ~ April 19 ~ 1-4 pm just so people can have a look-see all close and personal. I’ve never done one of these things before. I’m sure it will be packed to the gills with odd ducks. I’ll be there serving coffee.
I’m selling all my alien, UFO, political, sci-fi books, my furniture, a Djembe drum, a didgeridoo, my golf clubs and shoes, computer table, I can’t even remember all the stuff. There’s some cool records in there. That giant picture of Giorgio Armani and the round die casting mirror. The walled city version of Carcassonne (The City) that Chris didn’t like. (Actually none of those people liked it. Damn it, I think I liked it and now I’m selling it! No, it’s a pain in the ass. Let it go. Walls. Cloth bags. Ok.)
Note to far-away people: I think you have to be local to pick the stuff up, so if you aren’t a Richmond, Virginianer you might not want to make the drive. Then again, you might be a crazy lover of stuff. The lady says the bidding gets nuts right before the auction closes. Here’s hoping it does.
Note to time travelers: I’m sorry, but you must be present not only at the location listed but also in our present year and timestream. Napkins will be provided for the nosebleeds.
My parents were always so generous with their time, money, and lives. When they were doing well they helped other people. That is a huge reason why I am the way I am today and why I believe we can live in a society where people
{add/ADD: Didn’t npr.org run a story on their homepage about something like that recently? Yeah, here it is. Crap. Lost it. Something about some lady who was livin the dream and then got homeless and moved to the hills of badonkadonk mountain and the community came together and brought her shit and saved her and some tried to court her but she said no thank you and now she’s like, screw it I got a crazy idea, we should all help each other and be nice and shit.}
{edit: you know, I’m not going to edit that sentence up there that I left unfinished. i was going to fluff it up a bit and you can guess the verbally dramatic heights i could have reached about liberal pussy stuff like money-free societies and all that crap, but instead I will show you the true attention deficit ranting scramble that is the creation of these blogs. We’re old friends now, so it’s ok to let it all hang out. It’s like not covering up all of the brick work in your house, letting a little bit of your foundation show. maybe if i was more forgiving of my self and the way i am, maybe you guys could be a bit more forgiving of the way i am, and then i’d have it my way both times. awesome.}
Actually, my Mia saw a synchronicity between two stories I had told her and now I want to tell you: one being mine and one was a recollection of story I told her yesterday that I heard Jacque Fresco of the Venus Project say during Peter Joseph’s 4/8/09 Zeitgeist Movement Report podcast thingy.
Roxanne and Jacque
Jacque’s story was that when his son was a child he brought a toy truck and a wheel to his father and said, “Daddy, the truck is broken.” and his dad said, “Oh, so it is. Guess we should throw it away then.” and he put it in the trash. The child was a bit upset and then said, “Well maybe I can fix it.” and Dad gave him back the car. One of the wheels had come off of it and he eventually learned to put the wheel over the shaft and fix the truck. Jacque was using this as an example of teaching how to learn rather than letting Daddy fix everything. His son now hates his guts, but is really fucking smart. (I’m only kidding, I made that part up.)
The story I told her today was that Dad was cleaning up the office for the auction and was chucking things out and most everything else he threw in the large outdoor trash can, but one of the things he threw in my office-buddy trash can (which is normally under the desk, but happened to be out) was an audio tape of my brother’s French project and rather than being labeled on the tape it just had a piece of construction paper with french project taped to it. Well I grabbed it out of the trash because my friend Will a while ago had said, “Do any of you have any tapes? Like old tape cassettes? I got a tape player and I want to play tapes.” I think that’s what he said. I’m parasailing, obviously. And stop thinking you’re clever, I know it’s paraphrasing. And on the back of the tape it said, in my handwriting:
C:/WINCAKE [SiC]
[SiC] was something I associated with for some reason. It means, “I made this mistake on purpose” like I did up there with parasailing. I could have put [sic] there right after the word to let you know, “hey! i did this on purpose,” but then you wouldn’t have had to stop and wonder if I fucked up or not and it wouldn’t be as funny.
{I later dropped the name [sic] after seeing a book in a bookstore with the same title and it was some flaming gay treatsie or picture book or something. I just remember I had a reaction. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, in fact, I’ve heard it’s quite nice in the winter, but a terrible bore in the summer. Anyway, I had sic as a license plate but I had to draw in the brackets myself and then one time this lady said to me in the elevator of Eric’s building, “I know who you are!” and I said, “Oh, really?” and she said, “You’re SIC!” and tonally thinking she’d said ‘sick’ I wrinkled my elephant and said, “Excuse me?” She said, “Your license plate! [SiC]. I’m a teacher.” “Cool,” I probably said.}
WINCAKE was the directory name I made for Cakewalk songs.
Here’s an image of what that shit used to look like:
That’s from google images.
My version was a little nicer than that, but not by leaps and bounds.
Anyhoo, I used to make music BY DRAGGING NOTES UP AND DOWN A SCALE. I couldn’t actually read music I would just hear it go “la” “te” “da” “do” ~ “Oh, that one!” ~ and if you read my aptitude test you’d know I scored really high on the musical aptitudes, but I don’t have any habitual behaviors that incorporate music playing or listening (other than what I bump into on the internet), I don’t befriend myspace bands or seek them out usually, I don’t turn on the radio in the van (because it goes to top volume unless you smash it with your fist which is far too aggressive for my liking) and I actually feel uncomfortable if someone is playing music and I’m trying to do something else. It lures me in and distracts me and wants me to resonate with its frequencies. So pushy! Speaking of which, I just had to go to Max’s room and turn off his clock radio which was playing soothing Zen tunes that I could only hear the shrill notes of.
Where was I? Oh, we had an old crusty Karaoke machine with no mics in the auction and I set that mother up, popped in my tape, rewound it and ohhh… ohhh sweet tender notes… how I slaved over every one of you! Delicious. Happy songs, sad songs, funeral sounding songs, weird tribal stuff, some scottish flatulance. I hooked the computer up to a Roland tone bank using MIDI and assigned instruments and music came out. I’ve since lost all the .mid files and one day stopped using the tone bank and sold it for weed as life has killed the dream I dreamed, but at one point I must have made a recording of some of the stuff I’d done. I hope I didn’t lose anything on Side B, but I may have only had enough audio to fill one side as it was bloody painstaking work. So, I’ll find some way to put that on the computer so you can say, “wtf? that sucks! i can make better music with my ass!” and of course, you won’t hear it like I do because I’ve actually worn grooves in memory river and hearing canal, just from listening to those songs over and over and over as I tried to get it “right”. Weird stuff. I need to think of a good visual to go with it for youtube.
Anyway, that made me so happy.
The past can be so delicious. Your own creations the most so.
So, following the synchronicity vibe: you link the dream and the music and the Jacque Fresco toy truck story, and the aptitude test and the clip I edited out of the Jim Marrs American businessman story above, right before that story happens, he says, “And if your kid wants to play music all day they’d say he’s a bum!” (parasailing, ref), and the aptitude test saying people over 40 who didn’t utilize their musical traits felt like shit, I’m 35, and man, I feel like I should have pursued something… anything actually. See what life does to me? It does this kind of thing on purpose. I don’t know why it tortures me so, but it loves giving me a message and then wants me to respond.
Uh, thanks?
Flash Game
http://www.scarygirl.com/
French Expert Publicly Emerges to Confirm Secret United Nations Meeting on UFOs
(Coming through! Excuse me, pardon, I am a french expert don’t you know!)
http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message513283/pg1
Interesting godlike productions thread? Or crap?
MYLOW’s Howard Johnson Magnetic Motor
I’m still following this issue with bubbling enthusiasm. I need free energy so bad. Or anything to change this freaking ingrown world. This MYLOW mystery so enthralled me that I learned to actually surf the web with my Blackberry just so I could keep myself updated.
my constant obsessive link checking revolves around:
* mylowmagnetmotor.com (the :Latest page)
* the skeptical soul-vultures on this steorn forum thread have some good links sometimes
* the ‘tube claim’ overunity.com thread (I head straight for the last page)
* and mylow’s new channel: youtube.com/user/projectmagma
* Free Energy Truth (FET)
Mylow’s latest video (yesterday) is one where he shows different pairs of magnets. It’s kind of a snoozer. This is not exciting stuff unless you’re emotionally invested in the idea that the world can change for the better. Which I am.
As soon as he gets it to work again he says he’ll have someone from PES come visit to verify and take video. Unless the NSA/MIB gets there first. Oh the drama. He says the replicators give up too easily and try to replicate too closely to his when using different stator magnets and different rotor magnets. Each pair have their own ‘sweet spot’ as far as pairings of magnets.
Oh, and someone mentioned that a company makes these GeoMag magnets that don’t deplete. That is, if you made them work really hard for too long they will deplete somewhat, but just let them rest and they’ll be fine again. I tried to verify that for myself and look it up.
www.geomag.com is actually National Geographic.
Google led me to this:
http://www.geomagsa.com/
“Uh, boss… the flash webteam wants to know how many times the deathly-annoying flash baby logo thing should repeat?”
“Can it do a thousand?”
“They said yes.”
“Make it so number 1! People love 2 things in this world, babies crying… and magnets.”
Quartermass and the Pit (1967)
http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=82D73450F4E7132C
Oh, this isn’t for you. I’m putting this here to remind me to watch it. Looks good.
Here’s the description:
While digging a new subway line in London, a construction crew discovers first: a skeleton, then what they think is an old World War II German missle. Upon closer examination the “missle” appears to be not of this earth! This movie examines the age old question of how we came to be on this planet. It is suprizingly scary.
OH MY GOD.
I JUST FOUND A TREASURE TROVE!
Check out this dude’s playlists!
http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=davidsytvid&view=playlists
Earthfiles
First crop circle of the UK season, dude. April 16, 2009
from earthfiles.com
(soundwave?)
YouTube Video Log
Do you get bored, but forget to check my youtube video log? Me too!
That’s why I remind yourself.
Oh, this page was a good one.
Anything Else?
If I had anything else to tell you, it probably isn’t important.
I’m thirsty.
