Yes, I know it won’t post until at least Thursday, but it’s been a Crash Course sort of week and does anybody really know what day it is?
This week, I sent a short video to review prior to choosing “his” song. I also asked he only reply with comments he didn’t mind me blabbing.
I told him I would then surprise him with my choice on Day-Late T4T, which works for Thursday, too. I was hoping to see if there are cosmic forces at work.
I sent the short video to others and am hoping they comment (if they have inclination) regarding this perspective altering equation.
Perspective. That might be a good thing for a lot of people to change about now.
El Coyote, former Road Guard to a very lucky Red Rope in technical training school (TTS) at Chanute AFB longagoandfaraway*, submitted, in response, The Alan Parsons Project’s Time.
When I saw it, I felt like he’d cheated.
My selection is this very special cover of Jim Croce’s poignant message in a bottle.
This song is profoundly special to me. My best friend and I were the Hicksville area wedding singers longeragoandevenfurtheraway than when Coyote was hustling* out to stop traffic for marching troops. Ironically, Karen and I had lessons on Tuesdays, we took piano lessons from Joseph Pappas, the school band teacher. Every Tuesday during our 7th grade year, because Wednesday was prayer meeting night and Thursday was volleyball practice. Friday was usually spent at her home or mine, playing piano (me) and singing (her.) She also played beautifully, though she had short little stubby fingers that barely covered an octave even when she had long fingernails. She was a very special person and she’s singing with a much better piano player now. Until I show up and take my place at the piano. (Chill out Velocipastors… a Wedding Feast needs wedding singers, too, therefore there MUST be a piano somewhere in heaven. Makes sense.)
I remember Karen putting her hands on her hips telling our teacher she didn’t need to do all those finger exercises because she only wanted to learn good enough to play a few chords for the church choir, while I wanted to explore Beethoven and Mozart. And he told her any idiot could hammer out chords for a church choir to which she replied “Then you ought to be able to teach me pretty quick!”
I took lessons from Pappas, or Donkus as we fondly called him for some reason, for a couple years, until he moved away to compose music for more sophisticated people. If he’d stayed longer I would play better now. His fault and I’ve contacted him to tell him so.
It isn’t so much that history repeats itself, is it? Perhaps it is just mysterious waves and cycles echoing in pulsating waves. And, perhaps, every 80-100 years, discord segues history into a its new tempo and key, and a concerted effort to adjust the harmonic frequencies of the new generational schema to correct the missed notes and flawed measures of the previous generational crisis ensues.
But, the band does play on.
*Good road guards hustled into the intersection with a sense of urgency . EC can tell you about “sense of urgency.” He knows what it means and I bet you do too, now.
How canceled events and self-quarantines save lives, in one chart. JC? Can you explain that phenom?
Oh, the Arabic subtitles? I do not speak or read Arabic, however, I made 13 trips to Saudi Arabia when we were still allowed to ride the back of the bus and go downtown Riyadh to shop in the open air markets set up around ChopChop Square.
I learned a bit about how to read some characters (we had to know which bus to get on… two blond-blue-eyed types I knew got on the wrong bus and the driver drove his route, then made them get off and find their way back to the Al Yamamah Hotel. They were scared out of their wits by the time they’d walked around Riyadh trying to get their bearings without knowing even which direction they should go.) I bet they learned the Arabic numbers after that.
I just asked my husband which bus to get on in Riyadh? He said, without pause, “Bus 6, 9 and one more I can’t remember.”
I remember, of course. It was Bus 3, the hard one to pick out. Those guys took that bus.
They could not tell the difference between an Arabic 2 and an Arabic 3. On the other hand, I noticed the fancy little swoop on the 3. I just notice things that are similar but not the same.
I want to help you out but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.
I was fishing. If you were the robot I was seeking you would have known what to do. Is a karma thing.
And, I just thought SeeBee might be a Navy nickname and that you might be here visiting and breaking radio silence. Just a silly way of seeing if you know what I think you know.
Since you did not, you aren’t and you don’t. I remember responding to you when the Muse was in the house.
I’m betting you know something I need to know. See you around the platform, mate.
The woman here sets the thermostat at 69. She hasn’t forgotten the old ‘wine me, dine me, 69 me’.
Your flatter bell curve seems to extend the time before the virus runs its course. Don’t give a shit millennials are in favor of getting it over yesterday. JC’s link suggests we will have this virus plague for a couple of years until everybody has been 69’d or 86’d.
I liked your selection, btw.
Go up and look at the JC Onabike I just received. He does a special ride about vaccinations. And he’s sick.
Am now about to get hold of the bead counting maniac in Maryland but they are already “mid-Novena” and I am not starting/joining. I’m just going boldly.
Listen, this is working out very well. It is a message in a bottle in the middle of a ship of fools.
I’m about ready to send a signal with the next JC update. I decided Red Rope and Road Guard says it best, because when I put this out to all of my bootheel connections, it will tag people around the globe, oops, across the face of the earth.
(Let’s not talk about flat earth in front of JC.)
EC, the reason I sensed something about you is weird because I “heard” the military tone in your comments, even when you were being a real jerk about the noobe on the platform who got the free ride on being hazed by the Big Dogs over seven years ago.
Red Rope and Road Guard is the perfect way to title this one. I want anyone who recognizes the title to check in.
Oh, I filmed all the neighbors homes on a little tour I am going to call Grannies on Gravel with Jacob, not J.C.
I took a picture of the Ortiz’s home down the road around the curve. You will like Luis.
Remember this?
Seven years now, where’d they go. Seven years, I don’t know. Like a Rock.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dE7ymZNXG_U&feature=youtu.be
I didn’t want to post this on TBP directly. It is all about the law, research and vaccinations. He does a fabulous rant about them putting vaccinations in Mercury and I hope if TBPers don’t snatch what he is offering, RG does, because he knows all about the complications from Mercury.
JC Onabike has a sore throat but did a ride about vaccination research for his students and it is good to listen to in the background. Whoever downvoted me is an idiot. I assume it was the phantom shitter.
I really enjoyed the music today (a day or two late, but who’s counting). Alan Parsons was one of my favorites alongtimeagoandinanotherlife.
I’ll bet the coyote hustled a lot more than to interdict traffic and probably did it with a sense of urgency, as well.
Here’s to road guards, and probably my fave Parson’s song.
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TS, I want to review your book with you and discuss a few things but then I decided it would be wrong since I see your plot lines and the seeds planted, but I also know those seeds may just sit there, unneeded. But, you also might not know you dropped them there. You know? a dilemma. Since you are a writer, I will let you decide. But, I’ve not got time now. You know that too.
So, just anticipate a nice written communique about my favorite parts and the three times you actually surprised and delighted this old editor with something I didn’t expect.
And, I will not plant subliminal messages about my favorite character in your head because I suspect that character is expendable if the stakes need raising. And, in spite of my great fondness, it will raise the stakes.
Am too busy with Coonskin Chronicles ideas. J.C. on a bike is his student ride, but worth the view. He talks about vaccinations.
And, guess what. He’s sick.
Thanks. Yeah, I tend to have expendable characters.
Whenever you have time I would love to hear your take.
[email protected], if you ever want to send anything.
I will… I have the email. I just wanted to make sure you wanted to hear but I definitely like it. You have to have expendables. Oh, a new idea for Disney… the characters that died in the making of great animated features: The Expendables.
http://www.mick-armitage.staff.shef.ac.uk/poems/poem-im.html
Fascinating video. I just dropped in for a minute and this one grabbed me.
Just for fun; the dripping faucet also employs the concept of chaotic scattering – a subset of the chaos theory – due to the interactions between the surface tensions of the water and the friction of the faucet.
Just thought I’d throw that out there.
For EC –
As far as road guards – I was a Sgt. in the Guard, Armored Cav, and the troop was in Dona Ana, NM for 2 wks. I was a section leader (4 M113s). We were coming back from the day’s exercises and I was… disgruntled would be a good description, with one of my younger soldiers for his pathetic road guard attitude on the way out that morning. At the last highway crossing, about 5 miles from base, I took one of the best Privates and told him we would show everyone how it should be done. My section was rear guard and my personal track was in the lead of those 4.
Well, we did what I would consider an outstanding job. And then we stood there and watched as the column just kept going. Right on down the dirt road, clouds of dust showing us their progress toward the base. 110 dgs, no wind. And no track waiting for us.
The column had to make a turn about a mile down the road, and head for base. So I had him drop all his gear with me and head off through the sand and brush at a run. He caught up with them and the last track, that should’ve stopped for us anyway, came back for us.
I got in everyone’s face over that one , because not a single person verified that we had been picked up. Even had the Colonel back tracking. I told him that if we had been left in actual Indian Territory like that, I would’ve shot somebody, maybe even him. I think he took me seriously.
LOL, I had to pull the guy with me off of the TC of the last track that was supposed to stop for us.
Oh, yeah – fun times.
edit;
Oops, sorry for the run of italics. My bad.
I have to correct this. It’s been about 40 years ago, and I absolutely got one detail wrong. He never flagged down the last track. He caught an instructor Lt.’s track, that was about 1/2 mile behind the column, who came back for us. The ass-chewing commenced when we got to base.
See? I see your comments and can’t stop reading and I’ve got a barn full of Mennonites right now.
I just had 2 comments on this post go completely into the void.
Chaos?
Goody. The comments were spamified. JQ rescued them.
Thanks, Admin.
I think that’s worth 20 bucks!
Almost. Hey, I’ve got a lot of editing of my own piece for my own blog. I’m going to do a shoutout around the world for all old red ropes and old road guards or anyone who knows what one is and why I am using the symbol.
The last time I did a “shout out” I got up to 12,000 people watching the storyline. It was fun, but a parade only gets it started. The real carnival rides happen after the parade. And if there is nothing after the parade, what’s the point of their being a parade.
You know how to turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse? You send the sow’s Dad to Japan to live in a POW campfor more than three years and he learns that silkworms are good protein.
Like in Letters from Iwo Jima.
The Mennonites were here and I filmed part of their work. When they work, they work. It has been a real honor to meet and get to know this community of people here. And the way I met them?
My son reached out. Since he’s basically living at work, he let his phone die.
We have a large Mennonite population here. Good neighbors.
TS, at one of the big writers conferences I helped with down at OU… (used to be at the Lloyd Noble Center, but there do not seem to be hundreds of aspiring writers now… hmmmm), we discussed the phenomena of karass. A term with which you are familiar? Dean Kootnz explored it in Watchers.
http://www.ou.edu/humanitiesforum/contact
My roommate took me to Tower Records on Sunset. That was music, baby!
My stepson and his stepson, Michael. Definitely Cherokee.
Nick the Knife on the ground there.
And, when Nick’s old students see him, they will reach out. That’s why the picture. Get over it. I’ve been communicating with people through TBP for years.
For some reason I thought Cher did this song and I suppose she did, but not first.
Nick looks like he is sitting under a butt crack rock and the one to the right looks suspicious.
That’s my Vinnie. He’s 35 and I’ve told you he made his share of young mistakes, but his mother, the lesbian, let him drop out of school at 15 and he’s been 20 years in the school of hard knox and has met a young woman who raised that nice young man beside Vince on her own when her Cherokee husband left them when Michael was less than five. I can’t remember a lot because she told me when we were walking and Michael interrupts to be reassured: autism and I don’t know if it is vaccination related or not, but I want Robert Gore to know Michael has finished high school and is able to be part of a placement program and is communicative, though limited. Your son is in our prayer chain now, unnamed.
I’ve decided to pretty just communicate on my own posts today. I think Emmanuel Kant finally get to the point he was so narcissistic he would read his own books only.
I was talking about the rock on the right being suspicious, but thanks for the explanation.
You have to forgive me, as my mind was in the gutter so long that is it easy for me to slip back to my previous demented self.
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They just closed down the Reichstag, Maggie. They will slip this dick in slowly until we are literally floogered.
I wish SAO was here to spot the built in joke. Fooled ya!
JC thinks he may have it so I am contacting the other red rope for an emergency novena.
I hope I can get Stucky to take a look at this little chit-chat we had … I bet he will get the joke.
21,200.62 −2,352.60 (9.99%)
Looks like deja vu all over again. Let’s see the deniers deny that one.
Maggie did Trump sound sick – hoarse – on last night’s talk?
I mean, he looks haggard and his voice would rasp in every sentence and somebody said he seemed short of breath. These are things our own intelligence would note about the old Russian leader Leonid Brezhnev to gauge his health.
Bolsonaro said he tested negative but I tell the Salvy Queen that it give Trump cover so he doesn’t have to test publicly because then he would have to step back like Reagan. Pence would take over if there isn’t an Al Haig in the wings.
Yes, but not ill. I filmed some amazing stuff because nobody here seems to give a shit except all the handshaking shit is gone. That needed to go anyway.
I don’t know what’s being discussed elsewhere, but I know I walked the entire corner here and invited everyone for a open air barn meeting. I suggest people find a way to at least be in communique with a few people to not be isolated when it really does shut down.
Because about now would be a good time for an EMP and now that I’ve typed that I have that sense of urgency again.
The Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll generation is slouching towards oblivion. The new generation has been thoroughly indoctrinated in the validity and authority of the police state and the new world order that H. W. Bush announced way back when.
We are now entering a time when people will keep their distance physically and socially, refusing to shake hands or touch things you have touched.
The only stones a fearful generation have left are the Georgia stones which will replace the tablets. God will become a hidden mystery like the encrypted riddle at the farm.
For the sake of avoiding new pathogens with every new year, people will submit to biometric identification and being chipped. They will submit to unjustified detention and sequestration.
The brave new world is unfolding, the lord of confusion will soon appear and black will be white, men will be women and darkness will be called light.
Nothing can stop what is coming.
I am afraid you may be right, Me Hoe. However, “I have not yet begun to fight.”
None of us have. I didn’t expect the first shots would be fired at a big box store.
https://youtu.be/D97OxHZzBeQ
For Donkey… I found a really good investment for you. I’m serious. I picked up my beef I put into processing 3 weeks ago and stopped by to see my taxidermist friend, Jason. I let him know I wanted him on the property with us. He is 50. After I sat and explained, he said he would probably consider it if we get hit with an EMP.
I’m not saying I think we will, but that is the next obvious step from China/Russia, if…
He and I talked about my background and his and he’s coming to the barn meet and greet. All those deer in his shop? HIS. Every last one of them. He is an expert marksman, tracker, hunter and taxidermist.
He’s my new brother and I adore his wife Christy already. She ran a little restaurant which is in the same building as his shop. On really cold days, when I didn’t want to use the outdoor facilities and could get up the road to Patton Junction, I popped in to her restaurant to visit the ladies room and get coffee and breakfast. I also had permission to use their artesan spring for water.
So, yeah, we want them to know we are down here organizing a meet, greet, then hit the street.
Oh, look who made red rope, I gave him a jar of mustard seed.
artesian
At least upvote the charming photo and joke between the two farmers.
I do so appreciate Admin letting EC and I play our Air Force Technical School games. Enough to suggest everyone send him another 20 dollars and force him to up his “goal” to $50,000 at least.
Seriously, Jim… you are fast becoming the only “free” speaking platform where people can see what was actually said and not what has been edited or modified. And we also grasp that freedom really does cost something.
At one point in the Mandlebrot video, the narrator discusses the rabbit population equation and how to manipulate the equilibrium population. Early in the “pandemic games” I suspected reduction in certain segments of populations was the actual goal. I still believe that is true, but now I believe it is far more sinister than simply eliminating useless eaters. It is either a random selection (in some samples, two of five vials contain saline; others contain metalic particles and one was just water) or the actual vaccine selects its own timing and target depending on the dna of the recipient. This last is my own guestimate, based on how I would do it if I were to plot it out in a medical intrigue type story. Is it possible?
I think the answer is “yes.” I will ask my biologist friend. Perhaps he will get back to me.
In “A Wrinkle in Time” (the original book, not film versions) IT was the oversized brain that demanded complete control of the society of Camazotz by scheduling behavior of its people to ensure EQUITY. It was this aspect of the Mandlebrot equation that I found most fascinating… the absolute flatness of the curve, which is also known as the “equilibrium population” which is as close to the notion of “equity” as I can imagine.
Some of us will fly away and see old friends in the sky. Meanwhile, I know at least one little TexMex guy guarding our paths as best he can.
No need to comment further here… was just traveling the old road after visiting the AFB yesterday. I wonder if they are housing Afghans at Chanute, where EC trained and guarded marching troops, maskless and carefree.
EDIT: Again, just traveling the memory lane, but it just came to me that we had no idea this could possibly last this long and lead to all of this, did we?