OK, something is definitely wrong here. Bush Jr, Palin, Bachmann, Cain, and now Perry. And Cain seems to be the most competent of the astronomical retards. But why? What the hell is going on? People look at the TV point, laugh, and wonder how in the world people like this could ever seriously run for president. Is that the extent of their wonder? These people are GOVERNORS. Elected officials intrusted with the welfare of an entire state of arguably the most powerful nation in the world. Was anyone watching what I was watching? Everyone is entitled to their goof ups. Cain doesn't really count here. He's just dirty and got caught. Bachmann strikes me as the most vampire-like woman I have ever seen in real life. But Bush, Palin, and Perry? They don't just mess up, they mess up consistently. But they were GOVERNORS. They can't possibly be really like that. Maybe they are purposefully doing this. Turning elections into some sort of huge reality TV show where you have the serious contestants and the obvious goofs you know were slipped by just to provide laughs. Maybe this whole thing is some sort of distraction. I mean, the more I look at it, the more silly it seems. TOO silly. These are supposed to be among the most educated people in our society. How could a Perry make it past Mayor? How did he even make it there? He probably drove the whole way on the wrong side of the road. These are CARTOONS I'm watching. Grown up cartoons. Sigh...breathe... We're being mocked. We have to be. This can't be serious. They're not taking us seriously anymore. I'm convinced the office of President doesn't mean anything. Merely a figurehead. Because if goofs like this can be Governor's of a state, than the President can't be much better. It's either madness or some sort of game and either way, my faith in something good in the political cogs is burnt.
Had to laugh when someone said, "You are a writer because you write." Thanks, Mom. (it wasn't my mother) I don't need any more morphine, thank you. At this point I know I wont be a writer. Perhaps because I'm looking to write something too big, but I can't accept writing anything smaller. The story can't be smaller. Instead of giving up, I think I'll let the story age along with me. I'll add and chop as time progresses, and when I am able to really sit down and devote my time to it, maybe I will have a way of bringing my thoughts down onto paper clearer. I used to write a lot of short stories on another site, but I realized that the one that preoccupies me right now kind of cannibalizes them. The world is so big that anything and anyplace is possible and when I do come up with an interesting idea for a short story I tell myself, "That would be much better placed in my other one." So...instead of shoot and miss I guess I'll lay it all down on one shot. One complete and spanning story that I wont complete till I am probably 50 or so. Also...I noticed the more I write about writing, the less I am actually writing my story. So with my hundredth blog, I guess I'll cease all the blogging (anything big, anyways) and just concentrate on building my story blah, blah, blah... Bloggers don't know when to shut up about themselves, do they, lol.
"...do I not destroy my enemies by making them my friends?" - Abraham Lincoln. I have no idea on the matter because I never really remember ever becoming friends with someone I hated. However, I did have this one friend I used to fight with a lot. But I knew him more than anyone else. I respected and could trust him more than anyone else and even the fighting, in retrospect, seemed more a sign of brotherhood than enmity. I also realized that it is those people who give me competition or are on the verge of being intolerable because they don't readily concede to whatever I do or say that I end up liking and respecting the most. It's a bit difficult to articulate, but it seems to me that real friends don't pamper you, console you, agree with you, and all that. They challenge you, question you, prod you, and make you stronger, all while in some way still caring for you, though in their own way. Perhaps it's because enemies draw out our deepest feelings. Both spend there time trying to understand and outmaneuver each other- always aware of each other. You don't need to willfully keep your enemies close, they are at the fore of your mind already. I can't really say I will ever become friends with an enemy. Maybe an opponent, a competitor, or some type of person that gives me a run for something I want, but an actual person who actually makes me consider them as an enemy...who knows. I think friendship from past enmity such as that is forged only when one enemy has spared the other from certain death or destruction- thereby saving his life and instilling a debt of gratitude. And even then, how could you trust someone that has spent so much effort fighting you. Some may become you friends, while some may take your friendship and strangle you with it. If you didn't notice, this comes from my further reading of the 48 Laws. More and more I realize they are not laws at all. A law is absolute and these laws are only circumstantial- applicable in certain events and harmful, if not destructive, in others. Rather, these are guidelines. Notes of reference, if anything. It just goes to show you should never take anything in without questioning it. Oh yeah, Abraham Lincoln... I believe he was assassinated.
Well, I'll just start of by saying that this book is going to sound like a training manual for the anti-Christ. Still, you'll have to admit that some of these things may sound very familiar- whether you have done them or whether they have been done to you. To me, though they sound dark, there's no real difference between it and Sun Tzu's The Art of War. This book made no claims of honor, morality, or virtue, but- like Sun Tzu- it's rather direct to it's aims. Those who want power want to control and effect their will. Those who wish to do that are likely to read this book (...guilty, I), as well as those who might want to be a little more aware of what may be done against them at work, or just your regular social life. Truthfully, though, I much rather liked the historical stories it had of famous peoples and events that served as examples of those who followed and did not follow these rules. If you laid a trail of historic stories that led off the edge of a cliff, I would surely follow and this is what the book did for me. I thought everything was well-articulated and I think that this is pretty much an authentic read. Should a person dutifully be wary and/or practice these things, they might go far. But at the same time, I believe this book is like a tool. Anyone can buy a tool, but if you buy a bunch of tools and have now idea how or no will to use it, you just look stupid and/or lame. Same for this. The things in this book take courage, audacity, effort, shrewdness...though the tools are before you, few would have the skill and character necessary to make use of it anyway. Veritably, those who do probably don't even need it. I actually have another one to add. It is one the author of the book uses in the introduction to make his book seem vital (or maybe did this...I don't know for sure). It's a strategy common with many preachers. Bring them low, then raise them up. Basically, like a preacher or a securities salesman, they play on your insecurities. They tell you the gloom, doom, and malignancy of the world that is out to get you. They tell of the evil in the world and in you, and just when you feel overwhelmed by the thought of it, the solution is clear...Join the faith, buy this security system, or read this book...and you will be fine. Recognize that one...they will bring you low, make you feel insecure, insignificant, threatened, or diminished, then they will hit you with an escape, a salvation, a golden answer, a great opportunity. They begin negative, and end positive, and it seems to be in your favor, but in reality, it is in theirs. Even more basic, I would borrow someone elses very simple, but all-important advice...question everything. But it was very interesting. The same way after learning of schizophrenia, Alzheimer's, bipolar disorder, and such you are able to identify the traits more readily when next you see them, this book allows you to see the intentional or unintentional maneuverings of people and events in certain situations near and abroad. Please don't go crazy reading this book...and stop rubbing your hands together, laughing to yourself. Other than that...interesting indeed.
Yeah, quoting yourself may be a sign of arrogance, but whatever... "Wherever money is involved, it is a money situation." People say there are no gods, but money comes close. If a priest cursed you today, I would sleep without a problem. If I lost my job...my whole world had been thrown into DEFCON Freak-the-hell-out. It is good to be positive, but not at the expense of being realistic. There are those who say that money doesn't mean anything and that happiness is what's important. Happiness, love, friends, integrity...you know what I mean. Well... Would anybody look at you or treat you the same if you did not have any money? How many people you know would cease to want to know you if you did not have any money? How about the love of your life? Your friends...your family. How many people would turn aside and disappear? Rather than baseless optimism and confidence, it would be a question of truth, and we know how much the truth can hurt. All those people around us, for the most part, would gradually slip away. For most, a friend or family member in need tends to need more than they can or are prepared to give. Friends help friends. Lovers love indiscriminately. If money is an issue that could break these bonds between you, than it is a money situation you are dealing with. WHEREVER money is involved, it is a money situation and it's laws become applicable.
Do you know? Why do you know? Because he said, she said... Because you looked it up? They call this the age of information. I disagree. Who can really claim they are informed? The information we receive comes from someone else. Whether we hear it from someone else, read up about it, or watch it on tv, the information that comes to us is the information passed along by someone else. Rather than experience, information seems to be a matter of hearsay because we don't really know anything beyond our personal experiences. We simply trust the information that is presented to us, or the information more in line with our own way of thinking. Statistics are one of the things that seems to get a bit of a rise out of me. These things are almost malignantly misinforming. Statistics and polls can be altered to fit a persons view point with ease. Newspapers, blogs, "Official Websites"... We come to look for genuine things really bad these days. So bad that we grab on to the thing that claims and looks to be genuine. The news can't be wrong, right? Well, to put it one way, the age of free press has loooong since past. Why? Because printing the press isn't free. I really can't prove or disprove that the information we are getting about a great many things is not real info. I'm willing to bet at least half is altered or downright false. I could only say trust your own common sense and your experience. Common sense won't make you a genius, but you'd be surprised how many geniuses- or supposed geniuses- got conned.
if love were an ocean would you marry me, would you leave with me today, drifting to the sunset on a tiny wooden raft? the wind and waves uncertain and unsure, i am, the burdens that the future may bring worse than anything we could endure. if love were an ocean would you sail with me and leave your life behind, knowing nothing more than i know you? smiling and free you push off to the sea and those things behind, you let be for me...
iMAGiNE... If I take a number and cut it in half, I will always get two equal halves. And for each half, should I cut that in half, I will always have two equal halves. And there is no end to this. Thus numbers have no end forward or back. Then iMAGiNE space. If you cut a given portion of space, not matter, in half, it represents a numerical quantity of space. Cutting it in half will give you two equal halves. A cubic meter of space will give you two equal cubic half meters. And you can cut the pieces of the pieces for as long as you want, attempting to get to the end. But you will not. Because as fractions are infinite, so is space. Space, which can extend infinitely outward and infinitely inward. So when zooming in on a given area, a point to us the size of a pinpoint may be the size of a universe to a particle so, so much smaller than we. And for that severely small particle, it would appear as a universe without end to a particle so much smaller than it. I was wondering if how we always take the limit of our knowledge as the law. Such as nothing cannot go past the speed of light. If a thing can go ten miles an hour, why not eleven. If a trillion, why not a trillion and one. Surely there must be particles smaller that quarks and bosons. We simply don't have the means to measure them yet. Our resolution has not reached that level- technically or mentally. Infinity is still one of the great undiscovered countries around us. Like in the old days when there was mystery beyond the borders of our known experience. It seems to say something important about who we are and what everything around us is. That we can understand as much as we want, but we will always strive to understand everything because there is no end to everything. Like an onion with an infinite number of layers, we try to find a core truth to the universe, but we keep finding more and more layers.
Today, I'm over my grandmothers house and I had bought some Stove Top stuffing. I cooked it and she came in she asked where was it, having smelled it. It was sitting right in front of her. I pointed to it and she said, "That doesn't look like stuffing." Stopped and looked and she was right. It was very dark. A dark brown as if it had been burnt, but I had made it in a saucepan. Basically boiled water and heat. It also looked very dry. I got some more water and poured some in and tasted it. Really tasted it while thinking about it and I compared it to what I remembered of my parents and grandparents home-made stuffing. It was awful. The seasonings where right. They were delicious. It was the bread, if bread it was, that was disgusting. Since then, I've been wondering out of all the pre-made and processed foods I eat, is it truly good or is it merely the seasonings I liked. After the seasonings are gone I wonder if all meats like chicken, beef, fish, or whatever are all bland tasting things with little intrinsic taste. Blank canvases that we paint with flavor. Seems like good food is all about good seasoning and a quality base (like bread or meat) beneath it.
The dragon is not an agressor but a guardian. If I were to name someone Dragon, he would be a guardian. A terrible defender of some sensitive treasure. Most powerful and reactive. Because a dragon will not only attack his attacker, but track him back to his place of origin and remove it from existence so that there is not another attack again. Vindictive and exacting. In that, it shows foresight and wisdom. An action never of itself, but with purpose. It seems the beast believes amassing wealth is better than wanton killing. Killing is only used to defend that wealth. But to what purpose does he gather the wealth?
A man with no morals of his own, seeing morals around him, will either attempt to invent them or shun them completely becoming either an enduring pretender, an isolated sociopath, or both in some varying mixture... That came up when trying to explain the psyche behind that guy with the coin from "No Country for Old Men" (excluding Florida, of course). Apparently some sort of sociopath and creepiest guy in the room champion, what kind of person consistently goes around killing people on the outcome of a coin toss. It's like this guy has nothing to do- no plans, no dreams, no care whatsoever. No giving a crap, he just decides to kill people literally at the drop of a dime. He replaces his conscience with a coin. Makes me want to take psychology...
I don't usually chain stuff along but when I heard this it almost brought tears. From a goofball like Charlie Chaplin, I would have never expected it. The smallest voice in the room is the good men. The second smallest is the bad. The overwhelming majority are those who don't care or don't dare to speak at all. Well...judge for yourself. Here's Mr. Chaplin with a Jesus-worthy speech....
What's up with this thing? Seems to be one of the cultural milestones of life and society, like puberty and college except college and weddings, technically, aren't necessary. Weddings are historical and they often seemed to be more of a political thing than a personal sign of affection. A wedding was a joining of two families and behind the actual partnership where the swapping of gifts the settling of properties and assets belonging to the two, and such and such. Think royal weddings for the average Joe. Dowries and all that...more an extension of the means of one family by combining with another. Today, it's considered the mans territory to pay for the wedding. Bull****. If the man doesn't pay, whispers of financial impotence seem to be implied or felt. I was thinking that if I had a wedding and if I had kids and they had weddings, it would be more like all the people who came bringing a piece of their goodwill with them. We don't need a church we're I'm expected to pay rent for using up time in "God's House". I could be in my house or in the back yard and it would be like a huge family cookout. Much more personal and much more enjoyable. The only official part of the event would be the preacher who could kick back and enjoy himself like my cousin if he wished. And that's if you wanted a public wedding. It could be even smaller than that. And the rings, (eye roll). If you're woman decides to dump you because of the value of the ring is not befitting her highness than dump her on her royal ***. She's not worth it, both now and down the line, because if you to spend to marry her, you'll have to spend more to keep her. The basic idea of a wedding is a personal testament of union between two people. It's a shame that when two people get married, they have to worry over the financial burden of it because of traditional stigma and social taboo's. Me...you should be married long before any ceremony anyway. No ring, no preacher, just married in heart, mind, and spirit. Comfortable as can be. Everything else is just showtime.
It's not enough to create. Should I create, I should try to present a concept or image that strikes you deeply and leaves a resonance you would never forget. Creation is an art and my tool is my imagination. My canvas is your mind. On it I paint wonders you can see and feel. Cover you in a world not of your own to where every morning, every night, every open part of your day you rush from your world to drift in minds. Welcome, traveler. Welcome, patron. You may come... anytime.
I think I've read or seen a number of different types of apocalypses... Nuclear Weather Related (Floods, Ice, Deserts) Viral Zombie Religious Alien Machine (Androids, Cyborgs, etc...) Loss of Technology (though thats more of a benign thing) I'm not sure if one exists yet, but given the trend of all types of media to shadow the events of the present, I'm certain someone is going to come out with a fiction about an economic apocalypse. One where greedy, powerful men have somehow destroyed the world by tearing apart the economy. Wait... Final Fantasy 7 might have that story line. It features an evil organization named Shinra that is using up the planets resources for private gain and abusing everyone locally and foreign to do so. Wasn't the main plot, though. That whole point was lost under Sephiroth's enormous shadow. But yeah...waiting on these to come out. Would be interesting.