This Posting Is Just A Longer "Tweet"

This is Saturday afternoon May 12, 2012 just before two.  I still haven’t done any “tweets” since Wednesday.  I’m noted that blog readers seem to like their stuff really “fresh” as in hours old and one day to them is ancient history.  This is a different time frame from mine where postings done six months or a year ago are still very relevant.   Last night it was the usual Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune.  Then it was Nikita.  They have these charged plots like “24” or something where a President of the United States is pressured by some terrorist group to scuttle peace talks with a nation on their say so.  Then it was “Supernatural”.  There was a scene in there I told Gloria about on the patio this morning where this teenage nerd kid was offered a letter of recommendation to Princeton or some college that’s hard to get into- - and all he had to do was give them what they wanted.  Knowing they had the power to torture me or my loved ones or put me to death, I think I’d just grab the letter and go and give them what they want.  At a quarter to ten I was out on the patio under those new bright lights.  Pete had just bought a big pizza and Marsha and James and Richard Moore were buying pieces of it, and I thought about it but figured I needed every dollar.  I’m sure whoever sells these pizza pieces for a dollar makes a handsome profit.  I retired at five to ten.

In the morning I made the final batch of coffee and turned KNX 1070.  This is the anniversary of the Sunday that Ed Sullivan refused to let Bob Dylan perform “John Birth Society Blues” on his show.  I missed the President’s address.  We had oatmeal with cut up apples in it for a tasty treat.  We had a fried egg and toast and butter and jelly, and the Oriental lady gave me some of her coffee.  I then caught the Republican response, and then it was the CO Q 10 thing with Resveritril thing on KTLK.  Most of that.  I played the “B 52’s” CD tracks one, part of two, three, four, five, and nine.  Then I played Tony Sheridon and the Beatles tracks one through four and then 10, 13, and 14.  Then I had a smoke.  Then I called Judy and talked to her a while, and I’m going to dub in her remarks from another source later.  Bill lent me some money, which was partially so I can get coffee creamer at the store next door, where it's actually cheaper.  Judy told me that President Obama was raised by a transvestite at his Moslem school in Indonesia, and that being gay has always been one of Obama's "core values" and he was always intenting to "come out" or whatever sometime in the past four years.  She talked about businesses being driven from California due to high taxes.  (which we really can't help)  She talked about the whole missing bees problem I'll be posting a blog about today.  She and Paul said that - - Paul is up and around doing yard work and the main reason why we aren't going to Mom's tonight is because Mom had a special event at her place.  She didn't mention that when I talked to her yesterday.  Paul just sent me hiking videos I haven't looked at.  Dr. Levy returned for the first time in a while after missing two Mondays - - showing up on a Thursday, and promising us roast beef sandwiches, potato chips and Snapple next week.  Lunch just now was amazingly skimpy.  Paul wanted me to be more proactive about asking Dr. Saran about my blood test results and maybe E mail him personally because Paul said "he might forget to bring them on Tuesday when you see him".  Did I tell you I was back on the higher dose of Resperidol from Dr. Messina that I was on through 2010.  We both mutually agreed on that for various reasonsBut the reason why we aren’t going to Mom’s is not Paul’s health but because Mom had another event scheduled that evening she didn’t tell me about.  I went for another smoke and then wanted for the hall mopping to dry.  Then I got on computer and read a letter from each brother and then watched “My Week with Marilyn” and “Clash of the Titans” and many other movie trailers and after this the rest of the Bill Handel program where he says you have absolutely no case.


The whole bee shortage thing and bees abandoning hives was a short lived news story but the problem didn't go away, but the crisis is worse than ever now.  Farmers just aren't talking about it.  The toxins the bees live on are now neuro-toxic and do them in. We have to import bees from Europe, where they are no regulated in their pesticides and genetically engeneered foods than we are.  They lend us their bees but then the pollen or necter or something is contaminated so the Europeans don't want the bees back.  (?) the average live of a Queen is less than a fifth of what it was.  The big problem is genetically engineered foods where the vegetation itself is toxic to all insects and it doesn't select.  So bees will be all over a hive one day and they'll all be gone the next.  But the chemical companies donate to the big political campaign so that nobody dares write any laws against them.  Some growers have to manually polentate their produce, which takes time.  Part of the problem today is there is such a homogenious genetic pool that foods don't have the chance of resisting pests they normally would but one infestation can wipe out a crop like that.  

I went down at seven after eleven.  After the previous two days I wanted to be good and early and had to wait for them to open the dining room door.  We had vegetable and cabbage soup and a skimpy grilled cheese sandwich and a tiny portion of coleslaw.  There were no seconds on the soup as there usually are, and there was no fruit desert or anything.  It was a real disappointment.  I called Terry and he agreed to get the coffee for two dollars.  The trouble is that when Terry got here he bought the big honking three pound can of Master Chef that cost me six and the whole purpose of asking him to pick me up some was because the store next door would have broken me.  Terry was in a frazzled mood anyhow because he had to drive his mother all over the place, and now I was giving him almost none of the tip I promised him.  I also sent off more E mail photographs, not that people actually read my E mails.  They say things like ‘The computer isn’t working” or “I’ll do it when I find the time.”   The afternoon is slipping away. Do you ever have these dreams where you were out in the morning and you expected to return around noon and you thought it was maybe 12:30 but then you look at the sun angle and figure it has to be well after one, and then you look at your watch again and it’s now ten minutes to three and you say “Where the hell did the time go?”


"Oh I noticed two people you're calling by their real names now, huh?"

"Well yeah.  One of then I was going to allow anyhow because people were figuring out his identity anyhow, and besides you can't fight Beatle lyrics of John Lennon with his Cheese & Onion breath"

We have three dimensions left, the karmic dimensions.  One might almost use a trig analogy here to describe the relation between the words because they are similar.  As you know circular or "optical" trig and hyperbolic trig are alike in form is not substance.  The only differente in their root formulas basically is a plus sign being changed to a minus.  Also the relation between the terms.  You have one term that's kind of the inverse of another, and a third term that's a derivitive of the other two.  So you have Will as a dimension, and Sin or "karmic gravity" as a dimension - - and "karmic space" or you might almost call "feng chue" as the third dimension.   OK we're doing this live and that time we kept neither source formatting nor destination formating.  "Gravity" is important for things in nature to function.  Even Neil Savedra if we agree on nothing else we agree without the logical "possability" of sin life as we know it could not- - and does not exist.  The striving tword upward karma is the striving of Life itself and presupposes that "All Men at least Desire to be Good" a proposition with which Chuck Smith does not agree.  The whole bit about karmic space again can be likened to a chessboard and "controlling as much of the board as you can" as Marcus Blackwell put it.  Therefore you ensure that you have more "space" to opperate.  God's annointing on many Bible verse is not "I gave you Time to repent but rather, I gave you Space to repent".  I think the selection of this word, Space, -  is no accident.  How say you?