Q – “Does having a big bank account mean that the person who has it has a better IQ?”
A. “No! It means the person has a bigger bank account.”
Q. “Which businesses make the most money?”
A. “The most successful ones.”
Q. “What kind of help is available for undocumented immigrants in The United States?
A. Anything and everything and it is all free thanks to the taxpayers. It almost makes me want to re-register myself as an immigrant sometimes. What I have to work my rear end off to get, they get for little or nothing.
Q. What is one mistake you can only make once in a lifetime?
A. Standing too long in front of an on-rushing train.
Q. What is the worst flavor of ice cream you have ever tasted?
A. Mushroom and Chocolate Swirl
Q. What are the things that schools should be teaching?
Q. What kind of bacon would you put on a hamburger?
A. Bacon derived from pork.
Before I go on with the questions and the answers, I have a question of my own, “Why do I have such difficulty finding Kosher Bacon brands anywhere in the stores?”
Q. What is the best part about going to a gymnasium?
A. Getting done with the workout.
Q. What do you call a person who makes ice cream?
A. An ice cream maker. (Or) Icecreamatologist
Q. What is causing the rise in hate crimes?
A. It is either hatred or envy or sexual frustration. It certainly is not Santa Claus, cute kids or jelly beans.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you. (Walt Whitman) — and ….if I may add a word or two, “You might also get the worst sunburn you have ever had and if you are not careful you could go blind as well.”
William Shakespeare said, “We know what we are but kn ow not what we will be” — unless of course we find ourselves standing on a train track with a train bearing down us rapidly — in that case we surely know that if we don’t get off that track we will be dead ….. so Shakespeare’s little ditty doesn’t cover every situation does it?
Bear Bryant once is quoted as having said, “If you believe in yourself and have dedication and pride – and never quit, you’ll be a winner. The price of victory is high but so are the rewards.”
I have a little different take on that one …. “If you believe in yourself and have dedication and pride – and never quit, you run a great risk of failing at everything you try no matter how long you try it ….but if you’ve got the money to back yourself up, then you will automatically believe in yourself, you will have the pride and you will never have to worry about quitting …. which means that just the same as the price of victory is high and so are the rewards, having a lot of money pays that high price for victory and becomes a reward in and of itself.
A simplification of the previous statement is, “If you have enough tissues in the box you will eventually get your nose blown.”
The one certainty in life that I can pass on to you is this one: “It doesn’t matter how long you try to copulate the space between the couch cushions, you are never going to produce a child by doing it.”
Let’s have some thinkers …. some people skilled in the art of critical thinking …. come aboard and ponder some potential truisms about the fact and fantasy of modern education and its effects in America today.
There is a fallacious idea about education, intellect, intelligence and intellectualism loose in America today that allows the vulnerable to know enough to think they are right about almost everything but not have the sense and presence of mind to know when they are wrong.
This is how tyranny gains its first tenuous steps in a Democracy and is a prime example of how Donald J. Trump hoodwinked so many people and rose to power. But the Trump mess was just one example of how this erosion of actual knowledgeable perception occurs.
Every one of us is little more than a by product of the summation of all our experiences in life — and all our experiences in life are filtered through a unique and individual perception which is distorted in one way or another by the variants contained within the culture to which we are exposed every day we live.
The degree to which we have control over those variables that we encounter day by day is diluted by the influences of peers, family members, business associates, teachers, professors, media and ego and each of these resources is capable of misinforming our common sense so that we may come to believe that what we think we see at any given time and in any given situation is reality.
The truism here is that one person’s fantasy is another person’s reality. One persons’s lie is another person’s truth. There is no such animal as a totally unbiased viewpoint. It is impossible to be unbiased because bias is the basis of our daily communication with all the world around us. The concept of “Pure of Heart” is impossible because there is always a tainting factor in the complex mixture of events and circumstances that shape each of our lives.
Most of us go through this life merely accommodating and accepting things. Too many of us individual human beings lack the capacity to think beyond the obvious ….This is not a naturally derived circumstance of life … it is a product of conditioning … conditioning by our respective socio-economic-geo and political positioning within the boundaries of being human.
I think I am safe in saying that whenever someone is arguing with us using “Facts” and “Figures,” the facts and figures they generally use are facts and figures that support their own point of view exclusively. So when two individuals spouting facts and figures to prove their case come together in an attempt to convince or to make a case, it can be safely assumed that both are either right or both are entirely wrong. It is bias that will make the decision about which side of an argument is accepted and which is rejected and therein lies the secret of workable propagandas and/or public relations.
Sometimes, as we struggle, it becomes painfully obvious that the more we think we know, the less is actually clear to us.
All the knowledge of the world is readily obtainable today with the advances of technology and so the question arises, “Why are there so many stupid decisions being made all over the world?” You would think after a few thousand years of civilization that someone in power and with influence would have learned something by now.
Being alone actually builds strength. Mental strength comes from taking time often to be alone with your own thoughts. Get rid of all the distractions and find yourselves a convenient cave in which to sequester yourself from the noise and confusion of the world. The place can be an actual remote cave or a special room where you insist on not being disturbed or it can be a stroll along a river bank walkway —
There are studies showing that taking time to retreat into solitude can relieve lots of stress. It can increase happiness. Do not ask me how that works but some experts say that it does
Some people say that being alone helps us to be more compassionate toward people who do not share our own lifestyles, or our viewpoints or our socio-economic positions.
Business experts have discovered that people who can do their work in privacy are far more productive that people who are forced to work in open work environments.
One thing is certain if nothing else is … it is far better to be alone than it is to be in bad company. Somebody said that once but I cannot remember who said it. But I believe it to be true.
Another wise man has informed us that the times when we feel the loneliest are the times when we really need to be by ourselves. I think I know something about this:
When we are by ourselves there is nobody else around but us.
When there is nobody else around but us, we can become more familiar with who we really are.
When we are alone in the company of ourselves, we have a great opportunity to become better friends with ourselves and everybody needs to be better friends with themselves. The reason? The reason is that in some cases we are often our own worst enemy … and if that is the case, the situation needs to be resolved for every practical and pragmatic reason that I can think of.
Being at enmity with ourselves can lead to us hating ourselves and there is no positive outcome in a situation like that.
We definitely need to be our own best friends.
If we can get to the point where we are our own best friends, then that is the friend that will be most loyal and true and he or she will be there when all others have flown the coop.
There is no need to fear being alone because when you are alone you can be assured that there is at least one other person who cares for you and that person is yourself.
One of the greatest rewards of being alone is that when you are truly alone there is no other person you need to answer to except yourself.
People who experience aloneness have no need to make excuses to other people for anything that is said, thought or done.
All this talk leads me to remember the old saying, “To Thine Own Self Be True.”
I started writing my blog back in 2010 just after I had purchased my new desk-top computer. I wanted to talk to the world. I often thought of myself as “The Shock Jock” of the American Left Wing (Politics) and, at the time, one of my right-wing idols was Rush Limbaugh. I had a burning desire to become the Rush Limbaugh of the Left. Of course, it never worked out that way.
I did manage to put up a really virulent, often toxic, often profanity-laden political blog which I named, “American Liberal Times.” I was really proud of that blog. It was on the blogging platform, “Blogger” which later became “Blogspot.” American Liberal Times grew to a point where I had a minimum of 400 regular readers … or maybe they were not readers at all — maybe they were what is called in the blogging game, “Bots.” Bots are electronic impulses that can trigger statistics measuring devices to record themselves as “Readers.” So in all reality, Bots are not readers at all but are pesky pains in the ass put on the internet to screw with the minds of people like you and me.
My left wing blog did afford me some good times however.
In no time, I accumulated an attentive and active audience of Internet Trolls who rejoiced in calling me nasty names and saying the most unflattering things about me that one can imagine. I came to appreciate the trolls though because any audience is better than no audience at all and I even got to the point where it didn’t bother me in the least to be told to go “F” myself several times every time I posted something on the blog.
In the intervening years, I have learned a lot of valuable lessons about blogging but some of the most important lessons I have learned are summed up very nicely in a blog post on the issue created by another blogger named “Christian Mihai” and here is what he said in his blog that sums up the lessons I have learned by blogging:
What Christian Mihai has written above sums up my attitudes about blogging one hundred percent and I have never suffered any negative experiences by sticking to these attitudes.
I have never made millions of dollars from blogging but then again, I have no need for millions of dollars because I already have everything that I will ever want or need. But I have had a lot of fun and blogging is very calming and stress-relieving … so it is therapy for me … plus I get to meet some wonderful Internet friends from time to time and I value them very highly.
Blogging Can Become A Demanding Grind Writing a blog is not all honey and roses. There comes a day when you get writer’s block and as hard as you might try, you can’t get enthused about anything at all. That pause in your blogging might run for days, for weeks and sometimes for months even. It can be disheartening and discouraging because it causes some people to feel disconnected.
The secret that I have found that works for writer block is to just sit down at the keyboard and start writing. Write about anything at all. Look at a picture of some kind and start writing about it … what you see in it … what it means to you. Just go ahead and start writing ridiculous sentences … nonsense sentences … words … paragraphs … anything at all. Sooner or later something will click and drive your motivation and you will once again be off on an interesting verbal journey. Patience is required. It doesn’t do anybody any good at all to trash the computer because of writer block because sooner or later it comes to everybody.
I know that everybody must have heard the old saying by now, “If you build it, they will come.” I have always believed (And rightly so) that “If you write it, somebody will sooner or later find it and read it.”
Somewhere along the line of our development, “Inspiration” began to play an important, vital role in making sure that our progress was compatible with our goals, that we moved the mountains impeding us from reaching our goals and that we acquired and used the courage necessary to overcome challenges and obstacles along the path toward our goals.
There is no end to the effect inspiration has on human beings in forming their habits and shaping their lives. Here is one simplistic example of basic inspiration in action: “The ordinary human being is heartily inspired, strongly inspired even, to get to the nearest toilet when inner physical stimulus tells that person that “Going” is both important and imminent.” The rewards evident in paying attention to and acting on this particular inspiration should be obvious to anyone. Imagine what could happen (and often does) if the human being inspired in the foregoing manner refuses to act on the inspiration. The social and personal consequences could be quite unpleasant!
One personal inspiration that had a great effect on me, as I recall, was the time I watched a “Tarzan” movie and was thrilled with the scenes of Tarzan swinging freely, majestically and almost magically through the trees on some kind of vine. I was so inspired by this motion picture that I went home and made myself a loincloth and then went down to a local wooded area (Kind of a remote little-travelled place), found some wild grape vines hanging from trees and did my own graceful swinging through the trees. The reward from that inspiration was a sense of profound personal freedom, an increased sense of my own developing manhood and a feeling that there wasn’t anything at all that I could not accomplish if I set my mind to it.
People should always seek inspiration and never be cowed by it because it is the key that opens doors to experiences we never had and often to experiences we thought we might never achieve. An inspired person is a person who can overcome his or her own limitations, fears, doubts, inhibitions, uncertainties — and thereby change their mindset from apathy and indifference to the famous and oft-quoted, “Can-Do” attitude that frees people from poverty and creates the great new ideas driving the momentum of the modern world.
If you are in need of inspiration in your life, I would suggest you click on that link and read the article and see if you can find anything that appeals to you.
Danny Learns Not To Mess With Me I had not yet graduated school when this event happened but the elements of the event serve to illuminate how inspiration can work:
It was a Summer day and I had gone to my friend, Tommy’s house to see if he could go adventuring with me. Tom and I were the best of friends.
Sometime during that day we had decided to cross a big field of somebody’s farm and go to a wooded area that we had seen from a road on the outskirts of our town. I was always interested in exploring woodlands and creeks and lakes and ponds and the like. Just standing by a fence row and looking across that field at a prominence of the earth that rose majestically like a cliff among the trees was inspiration enough to make the effort to cross the field. In this case, there was both inspiration from seeing the cliff and the trees across the field — it sparked our curiosity and challenged our youthful lust for daring adventure. There was both inspiration and desire ignited at one and the same time … the combination of desire and inspiration are definitely among the strongest motivational forces known to mankind.
So Tom and I crossed the field and got to a rise overlooking the creek below and directly in front of the “Cliff” that had drawn us in the first place.
Soon, however, we were accosted by a couple of other kids about our age all decked out in feathers and war paint, playing like they were some kind of savage warriors and they were armed with pellet rifles and wood axes and they “Captured” us and marched us down to their “Camp” on the creekbank at the base of the “Cliff.”
Not being in a mood to get shot with a pellet rifle, we played along for awhile but things soon got out of hand and became a little rough and we were forced to run up the creek with “Them” chasing and threatening us.”
We managed to outrun the ruffians and get back to our homes but the sting of being embarrassed in this manner became another kind of inspiration …. the inspiration to go back to their camp and wait until they left their tent to go swimming.
We went back to their camp, hid in some bushes, watched and waited until they finally decided to go skinny dipping in a pond in the creek.
While they were absent from their tent … and their pile of clothes, Tom and I took advantage of the situation by stealing their clothes and setting their tent on fire.
The memory of them cursing and screaming and trying to douse the tent fire without a stitch of their clothing to be had still remains in my mind as one of the greatest inspirational moments of my entire life and it has been more than 70 years ago now.
THE PRACTICAL SIDE OF INSPIRATION
On a more pragmatic side, inspiration can be a capital gain for those with a little intuitive foresight and courage to take a risk now and again. (I am not a financial counsellor so do not dare act on anything I might seem to suggest in this part of the post.) These are my personal experiences which I am sharing here, not financial advice. Let us have that understanding from the start!
Back in the day when Mutual Funds first took off in the money markets, it occurred to me that if all the stories being told by my friends were true, then it behooved me to have my Dad buy shares in mutual funds for me with money I was earning from my fledgling printing business. (I was an unusually motivated and adventurous teen aged boy.).
Dad agreed and then my Grandfather agreed to shift his money gifts to me that he had been investing in Building and Loan shares to mutual funds also. In a few short months during the beginning of the mutual fund boom, we were all astounded at the returns on our meagre investments. (It all eventually covered the house payments and a new car at the very least.) Our little adventure in investing paid for my entire education at a local business college and I came out of that institution with a bona fide credential as a Junior Accountant. Thank you, Wall Street!
The same thing happened, only on a bigger scale, when I was enthralled by what I was hearing about the performance of a publicly-traded stock in an instant-photography enterprise. There were a few “Splits” in that investment until the stock finally settled down and I was livid with appreciation to my parents for their cooperation.As I recall, it was because of that fiscal adventuring that allowed me to enjoy a two-week honeymoon at an upscale Miami Beach, Florida hotel when I got married to my childhood sweetheart.
This is the kind of thing that also allowed me to take my new wife on an airplane ride from Cincinnati, Ohio to Louisville, Kentucky in a private plane for no other reason than to go to the iconic art deco hotel, “Seelbach” in Louisville, Kentucky for no other reason than to enjoy one of their famous “Open Faced Beef Hotshot” sandwiches which I had first enjoyed while serving at Fort Knox during a 6 months training session while I was in the Ohio National Guard.
Later on, because of all my good fortune with these crazy ideas, I was able to take my entire family (My wife and myself and three children) along with our close friends’ entire family (Mom and Dad and 5 kids) to Kings Island Amusement park in Ohio where I paid for all the admissions and all the food and our own suite in the Kings Island Hotel plus handing out Twenty Dollar bills to each and every kid in the group so they could go throughout the park and do whatever they wanted to do.
During all these adventures, my inspiration came from the many stories, some by mouth and some by news articles flooding the printed news and the airwaves about how other people were doing with their own adventures into the growing fiscal world. It started small and grew but I suspected something back then that has more than proven itself since … If I got in and did good (and I did get in and do good) then I was better off to get out before it either all came crashing down or it levelled off to the point where it was just mediocre and not a surging opportunity anymore. I always got out at the very first sign that growth had slowed. That was very fortunate for me. I was not greedy. I never listened to the standard brokerage argument, “Oh just ride it out, John, it will bounce back soon.” I never ever believed that and even thought it did bounce back sometimes, there were more times when it never bounced back at all. Somebody was watching out for me.
I see no reason to share my experiences with “Bit Coin” but I will tell you that I was glad to have gotten out of it when I did. However I am sure that “Crypto-currency” will come back strong again someday because I believe it is the currency of the future. But I have no idea when the next big surge will come … if it ever does … so I am biding my time on this one. Right now I am not inspired to do a second round with it even though the first round was interesting indeed.
What Does Luck Have To Do With It?
I do not believe that luck has anything to do with inspiration. I do not believe that inspiration is dependent on luck and I do not believe that luck is dependent on inspiration. In fact, I don’t believe in luck at all because everything that is done in this life is done because of somebody taking some kind of action and taking action always has some kind of consequence. And with as many actions and consequences that people have taken over the years, there is no excuse for anyone contemplating an action to be ignorant of all the possible consequences. So in the end, we all make all our “Luck” either good or bad … and since this is the case, the idea of “Luck” is an easy cop out for people who are uncomfortable accepting responsibility for their actions.
Fellow blogger, Cathy Cade speaks about getting rid of annoying pests on her more-than-fascinating blog which you can access here —– https://cathy-cade.com/2021/06/16/insecti-cide/ and so I thought I might as well talk about my own experiences with insecticides and such.
We have a mole problem right now and we decided to get some mole poison. After applying the mole poison I felt a little twinge of morbid guilt about my homicidal move until I was told, “You did the right thing.”
The only other alternatives to this was to trap the creatures. So then after I trap them then what? Put them over in a neighbor’s yard? I trow not! Take them down to the river and release them? Nope! So I hve to live with my guilt secure in the knowledge that I might have done something to save this massive “Properly Maintained” lawn on which sits my estate.
Ghost Hunting Fever There are a lot of people where I live who have recently expressed interest informing a “Ghost Hunting” club. I have always had an interest in ghosts and such but I am of the opinion that a whole group of people running around looking for spirits would end up diluting the whole experience and cheapening it.
The upside, of course, is that the proposed “Club” might give people opportunity to meet other like-minded people. The downside to all that is that I am reclusive and not entirely in favor of meeting new people.
Some Of Us Have Paid Our Share When I say this over on Reddit, I could not help but to post it for you:
Went Crazy Eating Today I spent a couple of weeks watching my diet real closely so that I could get a good blood test at the doctor today. So once the blood test was over I went and got a huge apple fritter, weighing in at 7 ounces — That absolutely has to be the last indulgence for the day or I will be back on the fat train in no time. I have no willpower at all unless I am closing a financial deal or something. We shall see how this turns out. The fritter was breakfast. There is still lunch to think about.
What If The Vaccines Heal Things? All the anti-vaccination people are always blowing on about how vaccines are dangerous and can have drastic (Even fatal) side effects years down the road after the fact. Of course there is no evidence of that and really no way to chart it accurately even if it were true. But that is not my question about the vaccines. I have a different question about them: “What is the covid-19 vaccines actually heal some underlying health issues that were active before the subject received the vaccinations? What if things like heart murmurs and blood pressure issues were actually benefited or even resolved because of the vaccines? Nobody that I have heard about has even come forward with that thought as yet.
The Ultimate Filet Mignon I have heard that some upscale restaurants charge as much as $41 to 46-dollars for a superbly cooked filet mignon steak at around 8-ounces to 12-ounces in weight. Now that speaks to me in volumes of desire! I want to go somewhere like Ruth Chris Steakhouse (I am not being compensated for mentioning Ruth Chris) and try one of their steaks for myself. I do not know if this is their price range but I hear they are really swell places to eat steak and I want to go and try one for myself … and I will … soon!
City Governments Don’t Care — I hear a lot of people complaining about how the property taxes are always going up in the communities in which they live. The problem that I hear most about from these folks is, “If these taxes keep going up, I am going to get to the point where I won’t be able to live here anymore.
News Flash! — There are some city governments who don’t care whether their citizens can keep up with ever-increasing taxes. There are some city governments who do this on purpose in order to force the lower income people out and to make more space for the wealthy to move in. It’s all about the money, you see. This often hardest on the elderly on fixed incomes. It is shameful but it is the American way for the times in which we are living.
Living On The Edge Of Disaster After fasting faithfully for my routine blood test at the doctor today, I went nuts and went to an Italian Restaurant and ordered two strombolis ,,, one for me and one for my friend Jim. When I got them home and opened the box I was shocked to see how big these things are. I said to myself, “No human being can ever eat a whole stromboli all by themselves” so I cut mine in half. It still weighed in at 6 ounces and a whopping 710 calories.! I thought to myself, “That’s it! That’s the last bite I am going to put into my mouth today. This thing is nothing but fat and calories with all the sausage and cheese and everything! Total dietary disaster waiting to happen! But I ate my half anyway and it was good!
I wonder what I would look like to other people if I had a large, beautiful, fragrant daisy growing out of one of my eye sockets. Would people notice? Would they comment? Would they be envious of me?
Why do some sea anemones look so much like Jackson Pollack paintings? If ever I paint another picture, remind me to start with fishing worms as a subject.
Part of the things I want to do on my bucket list includes pissing off the edge of The Grand Canyon. Is there anybody reading this post who has ever done that? I think it would be more acceptable to do it there than it would off a very high building in a large city where there are people walking many stories below.
A chocolate donut lying on a piece of white paper is often a disgusting image because it reminds me of defecate.
The last time a young man wearing a white tee-shirt was photographing me with his expensive camera, I was fixated on the sunlight glinting off his left ear … and actually shining through the skin when he moved his head a certain way.
When is the last time you actually took the time to closely examine the blossom of a Holly Hock … really took your time to note every detail .. the veins in the petals … the color …the smell … the feel.
I parked my multi-colored bicycle in front of a very colorful mural on the side of a building in the city and could never find my bike again …
When everybody (Except the fools) were wearing their face masks during the pandemic, I had to wonder a lot of times, “Does that man have a beard? Does that woman have a beard? I thought about wearing my mask to cover my crotch just for effect … but I thought better of it ….you never know how people are going to react to creativity.
I came upon a young lady dressed in a completely white outfit from head to toe with her head turned away from me so that all I could see was hair. I did not think that was unusual until she turned to look at me and all I could still see was hair — no face at all — just long brown hair! This sight made the hair in my arm pits, on my groin, in my ears, in my nose, on the back of my neck and in the crack of my anus stand straight up because it was so shocking.
I know a guy who owns a coffee cup that flushes like a toilet whenever the handle is pressed with some pressure. I find that to be totally appropriate too because the coffee this guy makes is always crap!
If you had your choice of a hammer that lays on its side or one that stands up on the edge of the head, which would you consider to be the more adept at driving nails?
I know for sure that owls can turn their heads almost completely around but I saw an owl once that could keep his head in one position and rotate his body in a total revolution.
One time not too long ago, I came across this young black man sitting on a park bench wearing the nicest-looking sweater I have ever seen. Once I got close enough I found out that the sweater was one big complicated tattoo.
I awoke this morning trying to find 15 abstract things about my life that I can blog about. My quest was defeated when it dawned on me that my entire life is an abstraction and so I abandoned the search. If any one of us were to try to set down all the aspects of our individual lives, there would be more literature created than could fill all the books in the world. Aren’t you glad, this morning, that most individuals are not inspired to chart their own life experiences in written form?
I also got to thinking about my preferences this morning. Would I be more inclined to want to walk through the clouds or through a green, dense forest in some remote part of the world? Is my attraction more to lightning bolts than to snakes? Is comfortable fluff and dander more attractive to me than soggy ground, mosquitoes and humid conditions? I had to temporarily hang that thought up as the vision of an imaginary family gathering dawned with such intensity that I thought that I could reach out and touch somebody. But alas, it was as much something — a fantasy — created my my mind … much the same as the fantasy that was created when I reached for the sour cream in the refrigerator this morning and had the hallucination that the lid on the sour cream container read, “Cottage Cheese.”
The vision of the “Cottage Cheese” label on the sour cream container this morning reminded me just how important it is that our mental circuits remain intact. Imagine the nightmare world we might find ourselves in if all our imagery circuits suddenly went awry. Maybe that vision was my first evidence of possible Alzheimer’s in the future. I am, after all, at the crossroads now being of almost surrealistically advanced age. I can’t tell, at this juncture, if it is all fascinating or frightening.
There is the comfort of holding a burning 4th-of-July sparkler in my hand … It is comforting as long as I do not touch the flame … or worse, touch it to my tongue or eye. I have often been tempted to imagine what it might be like if I were to stick that sparkling orb up my nose. Would it be some kind of “High” for me or would be be a disaster? I do not intend, at this point, to attempt any such thing.
I cannot, for the life of me, understand why people would give a microphone to a child when children are noisy enough on their own without any electronic enhancement. I am willing to wager that 99-percent of people who read this blog have never given this issue a single thought in their entire lives. Which reminds me, I also wonder how many people, in their lifetime, have ever farted into a microphone for the benefit of a large assembly of people?
A lesson that I learned, early on, during my many camping trips in the great outdoors is that it is terribly difficult to start a campfire with a light bulb … especially when conditions are damp. You would think that the spark inside the lightbulb would be enough to ignite tinder for a campfire but I have discovered that it is something that I just cannot do no matter how many times I have tried. The sad part of this story is that I have always used a very expensive generator to light the lightbulb with.
Speaking of electrical generators, are you aware that an electrical generator must be plugged in before it will generate any electricity at all?
I have been told that if you wrap a dog in too many blankets it will die. I didn’t know that.
Imagine, if you will, constructing a major bridge over a large river with nothing but the steel rods that are used for reinforcing concrete … but never using a drop of concrete in the entire structure of the bridge. Imagine the money that could be saved. I think the same procedure would work for high-rise apartment buildings also …
In my personal opinion, there is no more beautiful sight than a fair maiden with a tiara of freshly-picked wildflowers in her hair kissing a blowfish.
The blustere of a squall is a tempestuous rendition of the essence of life itself and no one can escape this concrete reality. One can attempt to redefine that physiology and psychology of the life experience but one can never claim that the whole journey is not turbulent.
In the big picture and over the expanse of the experience of existence, it comes into focus readily and soon that the heaviest of circumstances are no more than a delicate, carefully-measured dance of an illusory weight because, in all reality, those circumstances, regardless of their apparent massive nature sooner or later fly into the sunset like the downy fluff of a dying dandelion.
There is no need then for phobias of any kind.
I have never understood the appetite that demands phobias as part of the life-journey repast.
The under nourished life is a susceptible life but in the midst of all the available riches of the world — the riches in material wealth — it is incomprehensible to me that such a thing as an under nourished life could ever exist except for the possibility that 99 per cent of humanity os self-absorbed and selfish. I have often wondered what the psychology of mass selfishness can be.
Yet, when you think about it, the very ponderousness of the world-wide deprivation we always read about is still no more or less than one of those massive weights that ebb and flow in the currents of the commonality of humanity. The problem is never cemented concretely and permanently in one sphere or another but seems to traverse the planet like a slow-moving storm … first here and then there … first extant and then gone for a while. It is an enigma to be sure.
I can never tell if the mosquito-like tendency of circumstance is a good thing or a bad thing … how everything appears, seemingly out of nowhere, lands for awhile …. rewards some, bites others, draws lifeblood, imparts sustenance to some other creatures and then buzzes away.
The entire concept is, however, good reason to experiment with morphological analysis and like sciences.