Friday, January 27, 2012
First Do No Harm.
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Sipping on whiskey at 2127. I am ecstatic at the apparent result of my recent medical 'procedure!' Clearly, the surgeon operated from an initial position of, 'First do no harm.' And I would add that he clearly intended to 'do good if possible.'
Time for me to sign off until next week. Meanwhile, you might be interested in yet another book: Thus Spoke Zarathrustra, by Frederick Nietzsche. Enjoy.
Nighty-night!
Sipping on whiskey at 2127. I am ecstatic at the apparent result of my recent medical 'procedure!' Clearly, the surgeon operated from an initial position of, 'First do no harm.' And I would add that he clearly intended to 'do good if possible.'
Time for me to sign off until next week. Meanwhile, you might be interested in yet another book: Thus Spoke Zarathrustra, by Frederick Nietzsche. Enjoy.
Nighty-night!
Tonight's Book.
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Sipping on beer #12 at 2024. Yum. I will continue to report on my progress following Cataract Surgery. Stay tuned. Now what? Sip. Lessee...
Tonight's Book: The Book (on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are). More Alan Watts:
'JUST AS TRUE HUMOR is laughter at oneself, true humanity is knowlege of oneself.' Go there if you dare.
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Tonight's question: Will you describe your most recent sexual encounter?
Tonight's answer: No.
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Sipping on beer #12 at 2024. Yum. I will continue to report on my progress following Cataract Surgery. Stay tuned. Now what? Sip. Lessee...
Tonight's Book: The Book (on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are). More Alan Watts:
'JUST AS TRUE HUMOR is laughter at oneself, true humanity is knowlege of oneself.' Go there if you dare.
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Tonight's question: Will you describe your most recent sexual encounter?
Tonight's answer: No.
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Science and Technology Rule!
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Two plus days later I am happy to report that the vision in my plasticised right eye far exceeds the vision in my still-organic left eye! Yes! Yes! Who needs Jesus! Not me!
My left brain is confused, of course. 'Whaaa...? This is not normal.' The suddenness of it all has confused the poor thing, apparently. My RB has been whispering sweet nothings across the Corpus Callosum land line: 'Relax. Go with the flow.' And I have been testing my LB from time to time by removing my glasses for a while. One thing has become very clear: 'Visual Focus and Concentration' is an agreed-upon scenerio between the two hemispheres - but subject to revision as necessary.' I like that.
And importantly, microwave radiation cannot 'cook' my Cyborg lens! Yes!
Two plus days later I am happy to report that the vision in my plasticised right eye far exceeds the vision in my still-organic left eye! Yes! Yes! Who needs Jesus! Not me!
My left brain is confused, of course. 'Whaaa...? This is not normal.' The suddenness of it all has confused the poor thing, apparently. My RB has been whispering sweet nothings across the Corpus Callosum land line: 'Relax. Go with the flow.' And I have been testing my LB from time to time by removing my glasses for a while. One thing has become very clear: 'Visual Focus and Concentration' is an agreed-upon scenerio between the two hemispheres - but subject to revision as necessary.' I like that.
And importantly, microwave radiation cannot 'cook' my Cyborg lens! Yes!
Becoming a Cyborg.
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I was pleasantly surprised by the reception I received at Kaiser. The people who 'received me' were obviously an integrated team who knew about the kind of apprehension their patients would be feeling. Their interaction and preparation relaxed me. I was very impressed. I relaxed, ready for anything.
When the time came to do 'the procedure' I was wheeled into the operating room, layed out on a table, and told to 'pray to Jesus.' (Just kidding there.) Kootch, meanwhile, went to the local caffeteria for a snack. Then it began. A nurse had inserted a venous catheter just in case I might need 'sedation' but I needed none. The surgeon positioned a very bright light just over my right eye. It was the brightest light I had ever seen. And colorful! Indeed, for the next 20 minutes or so, I was treated to a 'once-in-a-lifetime-for-that-eye' cascade of color as the defective lens was removed and the new plastic lens was installed. Wow! Wow! Wow! I remember saying that I had not 'seen such color since my last LSD Trip.' Indeed, those colors were much brighter than the ones I had experienced on LSD - uncomfortably bright - whereas those glorious LSD colors remain to this day unique and never duplicated, only memories. And not only bright colors but weird intense sounds as some sonic device attacked the defective lens (I think). (Being zapped by microwave radiation from my left side, judging by a sudden nasal sensation - stopped now at 1907.) When it was all over they wheeled me to the 'recovery area' where Kootch waited for me. It was over! They had installed the plastic lens. I had become a Cyborg.
I was pleasantly surprised by the reception I received at Kaiser. The people who 'received me' were obviously an integrated team who knew about the kind of apprehension their patients would be feeling. Their interaction and preparation relaxed me. I was very impressed. I relaxed, ready for anything.
When the time came to do 'the procedure' I was wheeled into the operating room, layed out on a table, and told to 'pray to Jesus.' (Just kidding there.) Kootch, meanwhile, went to the local caffeteria for a snack. Then it began. A nurse had inserted a venous catheter just in case I might need 'sedation' but I needed none. The surgeon positioned a very bright light just over my right eye. It was the brightest light I had ever seen. And colorful! Indeed, for the next 20 minutes or so, I was treated to a 'once-in-a-lifetime-for-that-eye' cascade of color as the defective lens was removed and the new plastic lens was installed. Wow! Wow! Wow! I remember saying that I had not 'seen such color since my last LSD Trip.' Indeed, those colors were much brighter than the ones I had experienced on LSD - uncomfortably bright - whereas those glorious LSD colors remain to this day unique and never duplicated, only memories. And not only bright colors but weird intense sounds as some sonic device attacked the defective lens (I think). (Being zapped by microwave radiation from my left side, judging by a sudden nasal sensation - stopped now at 1907.) When it was all over they wheeled me to the 'recovery area' where Kootch waited for me. It was over! They had installed the plastic lens. I had become a Cyborg.
Trusting the System.
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Beginning beer #5 at 1705 - which brings us to my HMO, Kaiser Permante:
My yearly vision exam had revealed the sorry state of vision in my right eye. (The eye at which 'they' had been aiming their IMW for many years.) The eye doctor therefore recommended Cataract Surgery. She informed me that both eyes had cataracts but that the right eye was severely impaired. I knew that, of course, and also knew that the 'procedure' would involve cutting into the eyeball, removing the lens, then replacing it with a manufactured substitute. Yuck. I dreaded the idea. My eyes were still good enough to 'get me through the day.' (Another Blogger problem. Reset.)
I reluctantly agreed to undergo 'the procedure.' I feared that Gerash would somehow 'become involved' and possibly 'buy a botch.' But the vision in that eye was already so bad that it didn't much matter at that point. I refrained from researching the subject on the internet (Kootch just waved 'goodnight') for fear of alerting Gerash. I was forced to 'trust the system.' I trusted. Very difficult, but I had no choice. I made the appointment (faint boom) on a public telephone. I didn't even tell Kootch until the day before.
On the appointed day (Wednesday) I secured the hallway door with the usual digital padlocks and we headed downtown to the Kaiser facility.
Beginning beer #5 at 1705 - which brings us to my HMO, Kaiser Permante:
My yearly vision exam had revealed the sorry state of vision in my right eye. (The eye at which 'they' had been aiming their IMW for many years.) The eye doctor therefore recommended Cataract Surgery. She informed me that both eyes had cataracts but that the right eye was severely impaired. I knew that, of course, and also knew that the 'procedure' would involve cutting into the eyeball, removing the lens, then replacing it with a manufactured substitute. Yuck. I dreaded the idea. My eyes were still good enough to 'get me through the day.' (Another Blogger problem. Reset.)
I reluctantly agreed to undergo 'the procedure.' I feared that Gerash would somehow 'become involved' and possibly 'buy a botch.' But the vision in that eye was already so bad that it didn't much matter at that point. I refrained from researching the subject on the internet (Kootch just waved 'goodnight') for fear of alerting Gerash. I was forced to 'trust the system.' I trusted. Very difficult, but I had no choice. I made the appointment (faint boom) on a public telephone. I didn't even tell Kootch until the day before.
On the appointed day (Wednesday) I secured the hallway door with the usual digital padlocks and we headed downtown to the Kaiser facility.
From Gas to Ovens. Jewish Revenge?
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Whew. Beertime! (At that point I got the dreaded Blogger Error occurred while saving message and had to reconnect to the internet. This is obviously a form of harrassment by Gerash and his 'people.' I spent almost an entire beer on the problem before pulling the plug and reconnecting. Sipping on beer #2 at 1529, buzzing slightly. Time to reread last week, which I remember as being 'slightly bizarre.' Will I still think so after a beer? We shall see... Ok, now I understand: I had multiple 'internet connection problems' as I was doing the blog last Friday. I only have those internet connection problems when I do my weekly blog. I think that my 'enemies' have 'hacked' the local cable connection - with the assistance of Comcast personnel - for the purpose of interfering with my blog and possibly also for the purpose of getting access to my computer. I therefore turn off the modem when I'm not using it. Overnight, I even go so far as to pull the power plug to the modem. (This also serves to 'reset' the modem and I don't have to call Comcast to do that for me.)
Those enemies also 'gas' me and 'microwave' me. The night-time gassings eventually got to be so intense that I was forced to install air intake fans in the bedroom, and exhaust fans in the living room. That settup worked so well that they abandoned 'gas' as their primary 'attack weapon' in favor of beamed microwaves. Apparently, they had been zapping me with a single IMW (Improvised Microwave Weapon) for many years, and as a result were technologically 'up to speed' in that regard. They acquired several more IMW devices and began attacking me from above and below, day and night. Those microwave attacks soon 'cooked' my corneas, resulting in cataracts which caused serious (tap) vision loss in both eyes.
Whew. Beertime! (At that point I got the dreaded Blogger Error occurred while saving message and had to reconnect to the internet. This is obviously a form of harrassment by Gerash and his 'people.' I spent almost an entire beer on the problem before pulling the plug and reconnecting. Sipping on beer #2 at 1529, buzzing slightly. Time to reread last week, which I remember as being 'slightly bizarre.' Will I still think so after a beer? We shall see... Ok, now I understand: I had multiple 'internet connection problems' as I was doing the blog last Friday. I only have those internet connection problems when I do my weekly blog. I think that my 'enemies' have 'hacked' the local cable connection - with the assistance of Comcast personnel - for the purpose of interfering with my blog and possibly also for the purpose of getting access to my computer. I therefore turn off the modem when I'm not using it. Overnight, I even go so far as to pull the power plug to the modem. (This also serves to 'reset' the modem and I don't have to call Comcast to do that for me.)
Those enemies also 'gas' me and 'microwave' me. The night-time gassings eventually got to be so intense that I was forced to install air intake fans in the bedroom, and exhaust fans in the living room. That settup worked so well that they abandoned 'gas' as their primary 'attack weapon' in favor of beamed microwaves. Apparently, they had been zapping me with a single IMW (Improvised Microwave Weapon) for many years, and as a result were technologically 'up to speed' in that regard. They acquired several more IMW devices and began attacking me from above and below, day and night. Those microwave attacks soon 'cooked' my corneas, resulting in cataracts which caused serious (tap) vision loss in both eyes.
Seeing The Light.
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Working on Diet Pepsi #6 at 1341. (Sip). Been an interesting week. More on that later. Lessee, might as well get the 'link dump' done while I'm still sober:
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Cosmic Log: Space Station sees Southern Lights. You've probably seen this one on TV.
Organize your mind to organize your life. Interesting.
Do women feel more pain than men? Could be.
Games are taking over the world. I can vouch for that.
Magic Mushrooms trip up brain activity. I tried growing my own, once. Didn't work. At the end of the article were three interesting related links, two of which are below.
Drawings of an Acid-tripping artist.
Trippy Tales: The History of 8 Hallucinogens.
And finally, Microwaves really ruin everything. Including eyesight.
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Working on Diet Pepsi #6 at 1341. (Sip). Been an interesting week. More on that later. Lessee, might as well get the 'link dump' done while I'm still sober:
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Cosmic Log: Space Station sees Southern Lights. You've probably seen this one on TV.
Organize your mind to organize your life. Interesting.
Do women feel more pain than men? Could be.
Games are taking over the world. I can vouch for that.
Magic Mushrooms trip up brain activity. I tried growing my own, once. Didn't work. At the end of the article were three interesting related links, two of which are below.
Drawings of an Acid-tripping artist.
Trippy Tales: The History of 8 Hallucinogens.
And finally, Microwaves really ruin everything. Including eyesight.
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Friday, January 20, 2012
Good Night and Good Luck.
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Sipping on beer #12 at 2046. Slurp. Buzzing nicely. Sip.
I forgot to provide you with links to, 'This Is It' (Zen and the Spiritual Experience). You will love it.
I plan to do another iteration of 'Tonight's Book' next week.
Good night and good luck.
Sipping on beer #12 at 2046. Slurp. Buzzing nicely. Sip.
I forgot to provide you with links to, 'This Is It' (Zen and the Spiritual Experience). You will love it.
I plan to do another iteration of 'Tonight's Book' next week.
Good night and good luck.
I Endure.
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Beer #11.
I endure. I not only endure this kind of (tap) invasion of privacy, I endure The Night, every night. Last night, for example, I endured 12 hours of microwave radiation. I endured. I slept maybe (tap) 6 hours.
I endure Hatred.
I don't hate that much. But I endure hatred.
I would never gas my neighbors. I would never zap them with microwave weapons. I am not that type of person.
I endure their hatred.
I understand that they are not really 'conscious.'
I understand that they are actually 'biological machines;' mechanical devices; Soul-less. I understand.
Beer #11.
I endure. I not only endure this kind of (tap) invasion of privacy, I endure The Night, every night. Last night, for example, I endured 12 hours of microwave radiation. I endured. I slept maybe (tap) 6 hours.
I endure Hatred.
I don't hate that much. But I endure hatred.
I would never gas my neighbors. I would never zap them with microwave weapons. I am not that type of person.
I endure their hatred.
I understand that they are not really 'conscious.'
I understand that they are actually 'biological machines;' mechanical devices; Soul-less. I understand.
Sniff.
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I'm baaack! (at 2154)
My enemies love me so much! I went to bed last night at 2215, and woke up at 1015 after 12 hours in the sack.
My enemies adore me. They love everything about me. They love the sight of me. They love the smell (faint boom) of me.
I'm baaack! (at 2154)
My enemies love me so much! I went to bed last night at 2215, and woke up at 1015 after 12 hours in the sack.
My enemies adore me. They love everything about me. They love the sight of me. They love the smell (faint boom) of me.
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Continuing with 'improvisation' I should now point out the value of 'the natural drug experience.' Mother Nature 'invented' the first 'drugs.' Animals (including Humans) have been 'using drugs' for millenia. Marijuana has been used by Humans for thousands of years. Marijuana is, therefore, what we call 'a natural drug.' Opium is another. Alcohol is yet another. These are all common natural drugs.
But Mother Nature also allowed for the next iteration of drugs: Psychedelics. Psychedelic Drugs (Psilocybin, Mescaline, and there are many others) cause fundamental modifications of human consciousness. Those instances become 'teachable moments' in various cultures. 'Religion' arises because of those drug 'experiences.' Humans become aware of
Continuing with 'improvisation' I should now point out the value of 'the natural drug experience.' Mother Nature 'invented' the first 'drugs.' Animals (including Humans) have been 'using drugs' for millenia. Marijuana has been used by Humans for thousands of years. Marijuana is, therefore, what we call 'a natural drug.' Opium is another. Alcohol is yet another. These are all common natural drugs.
But Mother Nature also allowed for the next iteration of drugs: Psychedelics. Psychedelic Drugs (Psilocybin, Mescaline, and there are many others) cause fundamental modifications of human consciousness. Those instances become 'teachable moments' in various cultures. 'Religion' arises because of those drug 'experiences.' Humans become aware of
Tonight's Book (a new feature)
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Sip. Influential? Sheeeeeit.
Working on beer #8 at 1832. Sip. Anderson Cooper is interesting on CNN at 1835. Time to improvise with a new feature: Tonight's Book. Tonight's Book is, 'This Is It,' by Alan Watts.
Excellent book on 'Zen and Spiritual Experience.' Alan Watts did Acid. He knows what he is talking about. Highly recommended, folks. The 'Monotheistic Religions' do not want you to read this book. Why? Money, Honey; Power, Honey.
Sip. Influential? Sheeeeeit.
Working on beer #8 at 1832. Sip. Anderson Cooper is interesting on CNN at 1835. Time to improvise with a new feature: Tonight's Book. Tonight's Book is, 'This Is It,' by Alan Watts.
Excellent book on 'Zen and Spiritual Experience.' Alan Watts did Acid. He knows what he is talking about. Highly recommended, folks. The 'Monotheistic Religions' do not want you to read this book. Why? Money, Honey; Power, Honey.
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This is the third or fourth time I have had to re-enter Blogger tonight. Apparently, my blog is so 'influential' as to be 'unacceptable.'
This is the third or fourth time I have had to re-enter Blogger tonight. Apparently, my blog is so 'influential' as to be 'unacceptable.'
'Blogger Problems' Prevent me from blogging.
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But as I reread last week I wondered whether my estimate of my Jack-off frequency was accurate. !80 jerks per minute seems a bit high. Hmm. On the other hand, 60 jerks per minute seems a bit low. Then I remembered Andre Rieu in Dublin playing The Irish Washerwoman. Yes! It starts slow, then increases in frequency. (Kootch just waved and said, 'Goodnight.) I've called this well-known tune, 'The International Masturbation Melody.'
(Time for The News... Ho-hum. I'm back.)
Comcast hates me! They made all my analog channels digital! Barf. I used to love Comcast; now I'm having second thoughts. My TiVos are now little more than old style tape recorders.
Whoa! CNN in Charleston?
But as I reread last week I wondered whether my estimate of my Jack-off frequency was accurate. !80 jerks per minute seems a bit high. Hmm. On the other hand, 60 jerks per minute seems a bit low. Then I remembered Andre Rieu in Dublin playing The Irish Washerwoman. Yes! It starts slow, then increases in frequency. (Kootch just waved and said, 'Goodnight.) I've called this well-known tune, 'The International Masturbation Melody.'
(Time for The News... Ho-hum. I'm back.)
Comcast hates me! They made all my analog channels digital! Barf. I used to love Comcast; now I'm having second thoughts. My TiVos are now little more than old style tape recorders.
Whoa! CNN in Charleston?
Re-reading Last Week...
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Starting beer #1 at 1544. Sip. I've already done the 'reread' while drinking Diet Pepsi, and Kootch and I just did today's M on DP#6. Still disgustingly sober at 1550. Sip. I'll do a little 'maintenance' on the 'Interesting' file while... oops, the buzz begins at 15554! Ten minutes. Hmm... Ok, Blog maintenance done at 1601. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1604. Sip.
And now I have a confession to make: I've been playing so much C-III this week that I have neglected to stock the 'Interesting' file. Looks like I'm gonna have to 'wing it' tonight.
But wait! I do have one worthy link for you: Watch the Milky Way spin is a very short (23 sec) time-lapse video from the International Space Station as it flies over a stormy Africa at night. The Milky Way can be seen rising vertically in the background. This is a very 'replayable' video, folks. well worth watching.
Hmm. Now what... Beginning beer #3 at 1631. Lessee... Alright! I just reread last week's blog while buzzing appropriately. Fun! Working on beer #4 now at 1645. My blog makes much more sense when I'm buzzing, but it gets a bit bizarre at the end sometimes. Don't worry folks: if I really, really, wanted to smoke some Marijuana I would acquire some seeds on the Internet and grow my own. No problem. I just like to tease you.
Starting beer #1 at 1544. Sip. I've already done the 'reread' while drinking Diet Pepsi, and Kootch and I just did today's M on DP#6. Still disgustingly sober at 1550. Sip. I'll do a little 'maintenance' on the 'Interesting' file while... oops, the buzz begins at 15554! Ten minutes. Hmm... Ok, Blog maintenance done at 1601. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1604. Sip.
And now I have a confession to make: I've been playing so much C-III this week that I have neglected to stock the 'Interesting' file. Looks like I'm gonna have to 'wing it' tonight.
But wait! I do have one worthy link for you: Watch the Milky Way spin is a very short (23 sec) time-lapse video from the International Space Station as it flies over a stormy Africa at night. The Milky Way can be seen rising vertically in the background. This is a very 'replayable' video, folks. well worth watching.
Hmm. Now what... Beginning beer #3 at 1631. Lessee... Alright! I just reread last week's blog while buzzing appropriately. Fun! Working on beer #4 now at 1645. My blog makes much more sense when I'm buzzing, but it gets a bit bizarre at the end sometimes. Don't worry folks: if I really, really, wanted to smoke some Marijuana I would acquire some seeds on the Internet and grow my own. No problem. I just like to tease you.
Friday, January 13, 2012
A Very Colorful Theme.
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Orange Friday?! Strange. The Today Show also had a very colorful theme this morning on the 60th aniversary of that show which I have been watching for many years. Congratulations! I am a fan! (I must be missing something. Oh well. Whatever.)
Sip. The switch to booze seems to have signaled a qualitative (not to mention a quantitative) shift in my consciousness. Yum! But I wish so very much that I could experience The Synergy again. Will you please help me? I would love you for it. I really, really would. I am ready for your help and I would be very, very discreet in that regard. I love you and I know that you love me.
Please help me.
Good night and good luck.
Orange Friday?! Strange. The Today Show also had a very colorful theme this morning on the 60th aniversary of that show which I have been watching for many years. Congratulations! I am a fan! (I must be missing something. Oh well. Whatever.)
Sip. The switch to booze seems to have signaled a qualitative (not to mention a quantitative) shift in my consciousness. Yum! But I wish so very much that I could experience The Synergy again. Will you please help me? I would love you for it. I really, really would. I am ready for your help and I would be very, very discreet in that regard. I love you and I know that you love me.
Please help me.
Good night and good luck.
Boozing it up.
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Finished booze #1 at 2115. Buzzing ominously. Better allow some 'lag time' before mixing up drink #2. Barf. How 'bout some more musical entertainment! Yes! Short Fat Fannie!
I should also mention that my BEHS 1954 Yearbook was stolen back in the mid-'80s while I was sleeping in an Orlando motel one night. Gerash's agents no doubt accomplished the dirty deed. The book, along with my other 'most valuable artifacts' was stored in my blue station wagon ('The Big Blue Marvel') and it must have been a simple matter for Gerash to bribe both the 'Tow Truck Driver' and the 'Orlando Cops' in the matter. About a year later I got a call from Orlando police to the effect that the BBM had been found submerged in a swamp. Well... maybe.
Sipping on Drink #2 at 2145.
Finished booze #1 at 2115. Buzzing ominously. Better allow some 'lag time' before mixing up drink #2. Barf. How 'bout some more musical entertainment! Yes! Short Fat Fannie!
I should also mention that my BEHS 1954 Yearbook was stolen back in the mid-'80s while I was sleeping in an Orlando motel one night. Gerash's agents no doubt accomplished the dirty deed. The book, along with my other 'most valuable artifacts' was stored in my blue station wagon ('The Big Blue Marvel') and it must have been a simple matter for Gerash to bribe both the 'Tow Truck Driver' and the 'Orlando Cops' in the matter. About a year later I got a call from Orlando police to the effect that the BBM had been found submerged in a swamp. Well... maybe.
Sipping on Drink #2 at 2145.
Mazel Tov, David.
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Still working on beer #6 at 1954. Aha! 1954... OMG! Politics! More 'confluence!' WTF?! What am I thinking? South Carolina Primary... Charleston... News media in Charleston... Lessee... I joined the USAF in 1954... Also 'graduated' HS in 1954... Yearbook... Got it! BEHS 1954 Yearbook! That's it! Ok boys and girls, I have a challenge for you: While you're in Charleston for the political news, do me a favor and dig up a copy of the BEHS 1954 yearbook. That was the year my brother David and I graduated. I had flunked the previous year, and David - a year younger - caught up with me. David enjoyed. Ha,ha,ha. But wait, there's more! I flunked again in 1954 and had to attend Summer School. Barf. David was ecstatic! We both appeared in the 1954 Yearbook, and perhaps our photos for the yearbook were taken after we both knew that he would pass, and I would flunk yet again. Whatever.
I want you to notice and compare our photographs: I appear as my handsome, gentle, satisfied self, whereas David (the Honorary Jew) appears victorious, revengeful, even gleeful, judging by the look on his face. It was customary to write (tap) short messages to 'friends and acquaintances' in the yearbook at the end of the school year. David 'signed' my yearbook with one large three letter message: BYE! I don't remember what I wrote in his yearbook, if anything. I see both David's 'portrait' and his 'message' as expressions of 'Jewish Penis Envy.' (Nothin' personal, David. Mazel Tov.)
Still working on beer #6 at 1954. Aha! 1954... OMG! Politics! More 'confluence!' WTF?! What am I thinking? South Carolina Primary... Charleston... News media in Charleston... Lessee... I joined the USAF in 1954... Also 'graduated' HS in 1954... Yearbook... Got it! BEHS 1954 Yearbook! That's it! Ok boys and girls, I have a challenge for you: While you're in Charleston for the political news, do me a favor and dig up a copy of the BEHS 1954 yearbook. That was the year my brother David and I graduated. I had flunked the previous year, and David - a year younger - caught up with me. David enjoyed. Ha,ha,ha. But wait, there's more! I flunked again in 1954 and had to attend Summer School. Barf. David was ecstatic! We both appeared in the 1954 Yearbook, and perhaps our photos for the yearbook were taken after we both knew that he would pass, and I would flunk yet again. Whatever.
I want you to notice and compare our photographs: I appear as my handsome, gentle, satisfied self, whereas David (the Honorary Jew) appears victorious, revengeful, even gleeful, judging by the look on his face. It was customary to write (tap) short messages to 'friends and acquaintances' in the yearbook at the end of the school year. David 'signed' my yearbook with one large three letter message: BYE! I don't remember what I wrote in his yearbook, if anything. I see both David's 'portrait' and his 'message' as expressions of 'Jewish Penis Envy.' (Nothin' personal, David. Mazel Tov.)
Dancing With Sexy.
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Beer #4 at 1819. Sip. Browsing my 'sources' just now I see that Colorado is being urged to 'Ignore Federal Threats' concerning the location of Marijuana Dispensaries. Do I see a fight on the horizon? Oh goodie! (Kootch just waved 'Goodnight' at 1825.) 'Prohibition' of a valuable natural rescource is at the root of the problem in this case: Marijuana should never have been classified as a 'Schedule one drug' because it is, in fact, relatively benign. Money and politics played a role in mis-classifying this valuable drug, and we all pay the price for that in terms of mayhem and murder on a daily basis. Marijuana Prohibition is somewhat like a modern day religion: It makes no sense, and it is also very, very, expensive. We don't need it. Let's dump it.
Sip. I'm near the end of beer #4 now at 1840. Buzzing nicely. I'll go ahead and finish all the beer tonight, of course (with whiskey back-up), but were I inclined to terminate tonight's booze binge - and if I had my old bong and some of my home-grown Ganja - I would skip the rest of the beer, pack in a half-bowl of leaf particulate, fill the bong with hot water from the sink, light a match (or whatever),Take a huge toke, hold it for a while, and then release. Wheeewww...
In less that 30 seconds my 'world' would become 'transformed:' Ganja would arrive in my brain, knock on the door, (Bernie Sanders on The Ed Show again!), and say, 'I'm here to pick up Sexy.' She would be allowed in immediately, whereupon Ganja and Sexy would begin to dance with each other in a very beautiful, slow, mystical sense, remembering the events of the day. The dance would last perhaps an hour, then Ganja would depart until next time. Sexy would, left alone, become hungry. Hooongry! He would then indulge himself with whatever food was available. Then he would sleep soundly, waking up the next day refreshed and only slightly hungover, compared to the alternative scenerio.
Beer #4 at 1819. Sip. Browsing my 'sources' just now I see that Colorado is being urged to 'Ignore Federal Threats' concerning the location of Marijuana Dispensaries. Do I see a fight on the horizon? Oh goodie! (Kootch just waved 'Goodnight' at 1825.) 'Prohibition' of a valuable natural rescource is at the root of the problem in this case: Marijuana should never have been classified as a 'Schedule one drug' because it is, in fact, relatively benign. Money and politics played a role in mis-classifying this valuable drug, and we all pay the price for that in terms of mayhem and murder on a daily basis. Marijuana Prohibition is somewhat like a modern day religion: It makes no sense, and it is also very, very, expensive. We don't need it. Let's dump it.
Sip. I'm near the end of beer #4 now at 1840. Buzzing nicely. I'll go ahead and finish all the beer tonight, of course (with whiskey back-up), but were I inclined to terminate tonight's booze binge - and if I had my old bong and some of my home-grown Ganja - I would skip the rest of the beer, pack in a half-bowl of leaf particulate, fill the bong with hot water from the sink, light a match (or whatever),Take a huge toke, hold it for a while, and then release. Wheeewww...
In less that 30 seconds my 'world' would become 'transformed:' Ganja would arrive in my brain, knock on the door, (Bernie Sanders on The Ed Show again!), and say, 'I'm here to pick up Sexy.' She would be allowed in immediately, whereupon Ganja and Sexy would begin to dance with each other in a very beautiful, slow, mystical sense, remembering the events of the day. The dance would last perhaps an hour, then Ganja would depart until next time. Sexy would, left alone, become hungry. Hooongry! He would then indulge himself with whatever food was available. Then he would sleep soundly, waking up the next day refreshed and only slightly hungover, compared to the alternative scenerio.
A Musical Confluence.
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Kootch and I just did today's M while I drank beer #1. Buzzing nicely on an empty stomach. Sip. Working on beer #2 (of 6) at 1658. Continuing with the link dump...
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The Bible's guide to torture. Nowadays, of course, we have gas and IMW (Improvised Microwave Weapons).
Thomas Jefferson's Secret Bible. Interesting. I didn't know. I'm lazier than Jefferson, of course (and there are other differences), so in my Booger Bible I simply paste bloody snots near the offending passages. Nowadays bloody snots are rare for some reason, but for years they were quite plentiful.
Mitt, Mormonism, and the Psychology of Religious Preference. Modern Politics. Isn't it interesting how totally bizarre the religious dogma of 'the other' looks to those of us who 'know the truth?'
How to speak Apocalypse. Read this and you'll be ready for whatever.
And finally, Tonight's Music is dedicated to the confluence of Vintage Rock n Roll, Mormonism, and the Fashion Model Industry.
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Kootch and I just did today's M while I drank beer #1. Buzzing nicely on an empty stomach. Sip. Working on beer #2 (of 6) at 1658. Continuing with the link dump...
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The Bible's guide to torture. Nowadays, of course, we have gas and IMW (Improvised Microwave Weapons).
Thomas Jefferson's Secret Bible. Interesting. I didn't know. I'm lazier than Jefferson, of course (and there are other differences), so in my Booger Bible I simply paste bloody snots near the offending passages. Nowadays bloody snots are rare for some reason, but for years they were quite plentiful.
Mitt, Mormonism, and the Psychology of Religious Preference. Modern Politics. Isn't it interesting how totally bizarre the religious dogma of 'the other' looks to those of us who 'know the truth?'
How to speak Apocalypse. Read this and you'll be ready for whatever.
And finally, Tonight's Music is dedicated to the confluence of Vintage Rock n Roll, Mormonism, and the Fashion Model Industry.
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The Sad State of Judeo-American Sex.
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Sipping on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1457... Ha! I just couldn't resist adding the sexy image to last week's blog post. Question: Would this Yum-Yum qualify as a 'plus-sized model' in New York's Fashion Industry? My guess is, sadly, 'Yes.'
Better get to work...
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Psychology Today does A 6 Part Series on Circumcision. Interesting.
Why is the female orgasm so elusive? This - to me - is a jaw-dropping piece, clearly illustrating the sad state of Circumcised American Sex:
a) 75% of men ejaculate within two minutes of penetration in over half of their sexual encounters. I was always able to wait long enough for Kootch, whose orgasm rate was 95%. Mine was 100%.
b) I was also struck by the assertion that over the first 5 years of puberty a man's chances of orgasming increase from 5% to 100%. Huh? It takes them 5 years? I went from 0% to 100% on the first night! And I learned a lot about my own sexual system by masturbating every single night! By the time I had first intercourse I was already an expert, having orgasmed thousands of times.
To what did I owe my superb sexual superpowers? Nothing much, just a normal foreskin which contained lots of sexy nerves and allowed me to slide the entire penile skin up and down the penis at about 180 'jerks per minute.' No lubrication needed, of course.
Sipping on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1457... Ha! I just couldn't resist adding the sexy image to last week's blog post. Question: Would this Yum-Yum qualify as a 'plus-sized model' in New York's Fashion Industry? My guess is, sadly, 'Yes.'
Better get to work...
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Psychology Today does A 6 Part Series on Circumcision. Interesting.
Why is the female orgasm so elusive? This - to me - is a jaw-dropping piece, clearly illustrating the sad state of Circumcised American Sex:
a) 75% of men ejaculate within two minutes of penetration in over half of their sexual encounters. I was always able to wait long enough for Kootch, whose orgasm rate was 95%. Mine was 100%.
b) I was also struck by the assertion that over the first 5 years of puberty a man's chances of orgasming increase from 5% to 100%. Huh? It takes them 5 years? I went from 0% to 100% on the first night! And I learned a lot about my own sexual system by masturbating every single night! By the time I had first intercourse I was already an expert, having orgasmed thousands of times.
To what did I owe my superb sexual superpowers? Nothing much, just a normal foreskin which contained lots of sexy nerves and allowed me to slide the entire penile skin up and down the penis at about 180 'jerks per minute.' No lubrication needed, of course.
Friday, January 06, 2012
Beauty.
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('Chosen for what?')
(And, no, I don't plan to run for President. Forget it.)
Huge blast of microwave radiation as I peed in the potty just now. Whew.
First sip of beer #6 at 1925. Sip. And the rest is gravy. We need some beauty.
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Mozart: Clarinet Concerto. Auditory beauty.
Sexy View: Visual Beauty.
Good night and good luck.
('Chosen for what?')
(And, no, I don't plan to run for President. Forget it.)
Huge blast of microwave radiation as I peed in the potty just now. Whew.
First sip of beer #6 at 1925. Sip. And the rest is gravy. We need some beauty.
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Mozart: Clarinet Concerto. Auditory beauty.
Sexy View: Visual Beauty.
Good night and good luck.
Rise of The Chosen People.
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Sipping on beer #1 at 1649. Sip. Yum.
Tonight's link dump will now take on a somewhat darker complexion: Ancient Mythology.
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My Take: The 3 biggest biblical misconceptions. Huh?! The Bible evolved over time? It's not really 'The Inerrant Word of God'? Darn. Whowouldathought?
Indeed, it turns out that 'Monotheism' was probably invented by The Egyptians, not The Jews, according to PBSs' Egypt's Golden Empire. The Jews simply 'borrowed' the concept from the Egyptians. Darn. It seems that the original idea of 'one god' was inspired by The Sun. An Egyptian Pharaoh, Akhenaten, apparently started the 'new cult.' Sigmund Freud wrote a book on the subject titled, Moses and Monotheism. The pharaoh apparently noticed that 'all life' depended on The Sun which 'shined down' from above. 'The Sun must be the true God!' 'We will worship The Sun!' 'Heaven must be above!' 'We go to Heaven after we die!' The Sun was a benevolent God.
And then The Jews discovered that god.
What a find! The Jews did a few 'modifications.' They invented 'intermediaries' called 'priests' who acted as 'middlemen for a price.' Money honey! The Jewish version was not so 'benevolent' as the Egyptian version: He not only created and nourished, He destroyed and killed. He created Hell, the opposite of Heaven, 'down below.' Fear factor! Cha-Ching! Caught between hope and fear, the common man was at the mercy of the priesthood. The priests lived very high on the hog indeed. Slurp.
The Jewish god was a male, of course, because the priests were male. Never mind that the female was the actual Gateway to Existence. God was male! Females became second-class citizens and have remained so.
The Jewish god declared that Jews were his 'chosen people.' The priests passed that information along to their subjects. It was Tribalism run amok. Jews became superior to all other 'tribes.' It was written in the law. Jews became the ultimate racists and remain so.
One small thing: The newborn Jewish male needed to contribute something to the Jewish god as a 'sign of solidarity.' Nothing much, only the 'juicy part' of his penis, which the god found offensive. Snip. Congratulations, son! Now you are a Jew! One of The Chosen People...
Sipping on beer #1 at 1649. Sip. Yum.
Tonight's link dump will now take on a somewhat darker complexion: Ancient Mythology.
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My Take: The 3 biggest biblical misconceptions. Huh?! The Bible evolved over time? It's not really 'The Inerrant Word of God'? Darn. Whowouldathought?
Indeed, it turns out that 'Monotheism' was probably invented by The Egyptians, not The Jews, according to PBSs' Egypt's Golden Empire. The Jews simply 'borrowed' the concept from the Egyptians. Darn. It seems that the original idea of 'one god' was inspired by The Sun. An Egyptian Pharaoh, Akhenaten, apparently started the 'new cult.' Sigmund Freud wrote a book on the subject titled, Moses and Monotheism. The pharaoh apparently noticed that 'all life' depended on The Sun which 'shined down' from above. 'The Sun must be the true God!' 'We will worship The Sun!' 'Heaven must be above!' 'We go to Heaven after we die!' The Sun was a benevolent God.
And then The Jews discovered that god.
What a find! The Jews did a few 'modifications.' They invented 'intermediaries' called 'priests' who acted as 'middlemen for a price.' Money honey! The Jewish version was not so 'benevolent' as the Egyptian version: He not only created and nourished, He destroyed and killed. He created Hell, the opposite of Heaven, 'down below.' Fear factor! Cha-Ching! Caught between hope and fear, the common man was at the mercy of the priesthood. The priests lived very high on the hog indeed. Slurp.
The Jewish god was a male, of course, because the priests were male. Never mind that the female was the actual Gateway to Existence. God was male! Females became second-class citizens and have remained so.
The Jewish god declared that Jews were his 'chosen people.' The priests passed that information along to their subjects. It was Tribalism run amok. Jews became superior to all other 'tribes.' It was written in the law. Jews became the ultimate racists and remain so.
One small thing: The newborn Jewish male needed to contribute something to the Jewish god as a 'sign of solidarity.' Nothing much, only the 'juicy part' of his penis, which the god found offensive. Snip. Congratulations, son! Now you are a Jew! One of The Chosen People...
Brain Food.
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Working on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1523. Sip. Lotsa links in the 'interesting' file. The job will now be to decide which ones to use and how to sequence them. Lessee...
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Thinking, Fast and Slow. Last Sunday I saw a fascinating interview with the author Daniel Kahneman on Fareed Zacharia GPS, a CNN Sunday morning show. The theme reminds me of my 'saying,' 'Emotion preceeds logic.' (Yes, Virginia, I now realize that the correct spelling is, 'precede.') The book sounds fascinating... but will I buy it? I thought 'happiness' was a 'by-product' which could not be 'pursued' directly. Oh, well.
Memory, mental function, begin slipping as early as age 45. That's the bad news. But on the other hand...
Marijuana Improves Mental Sharpness in Middle-Aged Men: Study. That's the good news. Smoke up, gentlemen! And you ladies might enjoy a toke or two too. Go for it, girls!
Speaking of which, Signatures Turned in For Colorado Marijuana Legalization. More good news! And even more, Hemp Seeds are Good for You. Slurp.
Back in about 1980 I noticed that my chess-playing ability (and my chess rating) increased suddenly and dramatically, even reaching into the 'expert' level for a while. I came to believe that - antithetically - my drug usage (Marijuana and LSD) actually contributed to the surge. Appropriately, once I stopped those drugs my playing ability returned to my 'normal' Class-A levels. Hmmm!
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Working on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1523. Sip. Lotsa links in the 'interesting' file. The job will now be to decide which ones to use and how to sequence them. Lessee...
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Thinking, Fast and Slow. Last Sunday I saw a fascinating interview with the author Daniel Kahneman on Fareed Zacharia GPS, a CNN Sunday morning show. The theme reminds me of my 'saying,' 'Emotion preceeds logic.' (Yes, Virginia, I now realize that the correct spelling is, 'precede.') The book sounds fascinating... but will I buy it? I thought 'happiness' was a 'by-product' which could not be 'pursued' directly. Oh, well.
Memory, mental function, begin slipping as early as age 45. That's the bad news. But on the other hand...
Marijuana Improves Mental Sharpness in Middle-Aged Men: Study. That's the good news. Smoke up, gentlemen! And you ladies might enjoy a toke or two too. Go for it, girls!
Speaking of which, Signatures Turned in For Colorado Marijuana Legalization. More good news! And even more, Hemp Seeds are Good for You. Slurp.
Back in about 1980 I noticed that my chess-playing ability (and my chess rating) increased suddenly and dramatically, even reaching into the 'expert' level for a while. I came to believe that - antithetically - my drug usage (Marijuana and LSD) actually contributed to the surge. Appropriately, once I stopped those drugs my playing ability returned to my 'normal' Class-A levels. Hmmm!
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