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23 diciembre A Message Like All The Other BloggersSEASONS GREETINGS AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A HAPPIER NEW YEAR IN 2007!!  20 diciembre The Funk Shall Set You FreeHere's an old but gold Parliament TV commercial from the late 70's:
18 diciembre Words and Phrases White People Never Used 20 years agoChill Out
bling
hip hop
pimp my ride
ho
you know what I'm saying?
24/7
for real?
hook up
grill
yo
what's up?
crib
fresh
Anyone add to the list? 16 diciembre Call Me AnimalFrom Folk Medicine, D.C. Jarvis M.D. 1958
"Man tends to be a rebel against Nature and a deserter from the animal kingdom. In the light of this fact let us consider the animal laws, which apply to man as well as to animals. Cattle, horses, hogs, and other domestic livestock are just as natural as the wild animals which roam the untouched forests; and if we will but take the trouble to study them, they can teach us valuable lessons. Country children know this. City children, having missed the close touch of daily association with farm animals, often grow up without any knowledge of the animal laws.
Take an animal's refusal to eat when it is sick. By letting food alone, it creates within its body a new biochemical state which assists in hastening recovery. When we are sick, fearing to seem lacking in appreciation, we often will eat food brought to us. Thus we are acting in direct opposition to the animal laws. If we wish to imitate the animal's restorative biochemical change within the body, we can do so by limiting ourselves to an acid drink such as grape juice, which contains tartaric acid; or cranberry juice, which contains citric, malic, quinic and benzoic acids; or to apple juice, which contains malic acid.
Humans have a habit of feeling that if they omit a meal something terrible will happen to them. They do not remember that the body stores reserves against time of need and could maintain itself, if necessary without taking any food whatever, for the length of time of the average sickness." 15 diciembre In The Beginning Was The WordThere's something I want to share with you
A thought or feeling that you already know
Its about how English has the ability to grow!
English is the only language that rhymes
Better than a clock for keeping time after time after time
Like an Evergreen tree it spirals higher and climbs
We've been led to believe other languages are older
They say: Don't question these things, we are the knowledge holders
But little Fairies and Elves and Pixies and Gnomes
Keep whispering in my ear that English is older
In ancient times the world spoke one voice and
Earthlings united to build the Tower of Babel fashioned from boulders
Then for reasons known only to a few
Earthlings lost their original tongue and didn't know what to do
The world was mixed up and spread all over
The ones who held on to English moved to the white cliffs of Dover
Yes I say English is the language of Earth
Formulated by the creator Gods of our likeness at this planet's birth
The wordz of the English language are now flowing like water
Once again being taught and learned around the world
It will soon be spoken by every son and daughter!
14 diciembre Animation I was going to write this yesterday but I was too lazy. Glad I waited because sometime last night, like Santa, singer and racontuer, Mark Pfeiffer, dropped off an invitation for me to attend the 17th! annual Christmas Cartoon festival. Thanks Mark; you were right, I will not be attending. It's not due to the predictable nueroses you know I have either, but because our family Christmas will be on the 16th this year too. My Mom has to work on the 25th.
Since I'm on the topic of Easter, thanks Trevor&Julie for the Christmas card! Thanks Roxanne for the Christmas card! See y'all soon.
That's really nice of yous to send me the cards cuz lord knows I got the blues, and all of this paper has really lifted my spirit.
Have you ever seen those really old Disney cartoons from the 20's and 30's where the trees, flowers and animals all had faces and were dancing and singing? These cartoons were not only entertaining, but accurate. Western science later proved this with the discoveries of Cleve Backster.
In 1966, he connected a plant to a polygraph machine, and discovered that the plant had a consciousness. When he would water its roots, the plant produced a pleasure response. He called this Primary Cell Perception. Here is his website:
12 diciembre 70's Kids Are The Coolest"Any rapper who comes from the 70's got a little bit more flavor than the 80's babies. The music we listened to as a kid gave us more melody. The 80's was about a gold chain, a jheri curl- it wasn't about flavor. Everything in the 70's was flavor: the basketball players, Redd Foxx, Al Green, Soul Train".
Snoop Dogg- Rolling Stone, Dec.14, 2006 11 diciembre The Three RsI first started to read my friend's blogs about one year ago, and I would look forward to reading what they had to write everyday they wrote something. I still love reading their blogs, and other people's blogs that I don't know as well. Half a year later, I summoned the courage to write my own blog so I could interact with other writers and share ideas and art. The English language is a trifling difficult to learn and I confess to being ignorant of writing 'proper English'. Katrina bought a Johnny Cash 3 CD box set that also had a DVD of a movie called The Pride of Jesse Hallam. It was a 1981 TV movie that the late Mr. Cash starred in. We watched it together and it made me think about how lucky we are to read and write. Here is a synopsis of the movie: "There are 25 million functional illiterates in the United States, and this film made for television is purportedly based upon events in the life of one of them, Jesse Hallam, portrayed here in typically wooden fashion by Johnny Cash, primarily about Hallam's troubles after moving to a large city (Cincinnati). Hallam, a miner since 14 from the Coal Fields sector of Western Kentucky in Muhlenberg County, has no choice but to leave his country home when his young daughter requires spinal surgery in the Ohio metropolis, paid with cash in advance obtained from the sale of his property after his wife's death. He pits his native intelligence and work ethic against the problem of not being able to read or write, and discovers that in order to support himself and his two children, he must become literate; scenes involving the methods used in developing his new skills are the most engrossing of the production. Brenda Vaccaro plays Marion Galucci, vice-principal of the high school which Jesse's son Tully attends, doing her best with an underwritten role as Hallam's mentor, and one must appreciate the spirited performance of veteran Eli Wallach as her father Sal, employer and sponsor of the erstwhile coal miner. Adequately helmed by television director Gary Nelson, the work's stature rises from fine camerawork by Gayne Rescher, while Cash sings several appropriate songs on the sound track, which features some excellent instrumental performances, including deft banjo work by Oscar Scruggs. "
Quotes: [last lines] Jesse Hallam: You want to do what I've been doin' all my life - runnin' away from words? Well, that's up to you, but you got to know... it's a poverty trade. And right here and now you could be diggin' youself a hole in the bottom of a mountain that you're never goin' to climb back up out of. Well, not me - and not my boy. We're goin' to high school and we're goin' to graduate and nobody or nothin's goin' to stop us. We're going to learn to read. (more) Black Dog I know a dog that lives across from my parents. The dog lives with a family that built a beautiful home made of red brick there last year. The man who built the house with his wife works for a construction supply company called Moffat & Powell (some jokingly call the comapny Profit & Growl). The couple have young children who are in grade school.
The dog is a black Labrador, and the first time I saw it (male/female?) it saw me and came running over to my parents, and it was like it knew me for years. Our family had a dog years ago named Muffy (I didn't name him), also a black lab, and he died. My parents never got another dog because Muffy was so beloved. This neighbour dog, my Mom joked was Muffy, re-incarnate.
The dog was so friendly, that it would come onto the deck and even into the house. I liked watching the three cats when that happened. We reasoned that since no one was home across the road, the dog was looking for company. I used to go for bike rides and the dog would follow me down the road, getting so close to my front tire, that I thought I'd skin it, but it was too quick to let that happen. I'd get half way down the road, and it would turn around and go home.
One afternoon, as usual, it followed me on my bike, and the man who owned the dog came with his pick-up truck and began calling his dog. The dog wouldn't listen, and I felt a little embarassed for some reason. I said: "Oh, it will turn around and go home, like it always does". That seemed to satisfy him, and he waved goodbye.
Simultaneously, his wife drove up from the opposite direction. She got out of her mini-van and tried to get the dog in the van. "Get in here!" she shouted. "C'mon! Get in here!" I said: "Its ok, the dog will follow for awhile, but it will turn around and go back". She was quite perturbed and said: "If the dog comes around just boot it and send it home". The woman, whom I thought was pretty, no longer appeared so.
A couple of weeks had passed and the dog never showed up at my parents. The worst fears passed through my mind. Tonight, I went to my parent's to visit, and as I drove by the neighbour's, I caught a glimpse of the dog in the neighbour's back yard. I parked my car and walked over to the neighbour's drive way, calling the dog to come to me. The dog was trepedatious, I could tell, but it was wagging its tail and slowly making its way toward me. I noticed the neighbours were not home.
It was so great to pet it again and have it run circles around me. I said: "You can come over anytime you want ok?". I know it understood what I said. The dog said to me without saying a word that it must take one day at a time, and will see me again, someday soon.
09 diciembre Light Saber After a couple weeks of delay, dropshipped at U.S. Customs, my Kiva Light arrived from Albuquerque, New Mexico. KIVA is an acronym for Kimo's International Vitalized Association. I purchased the 18" bulb because that is the size of fixture above my kitchen sink, the suggested area to use the light. They sell larger sizes up to 48", all for $99.00. The letter accompanying the light states: "This lamp processes food, water and you". I'd buy you a Kiva light but I don't have enough money this Christmas. I'll put it on next year's Christmas list, if you haven't already bought one for yourself.
What does this light do? Without getting too scientific, it cleans the air in the room, balancing positive and negative ions. Its efffective range is 1/2 mile (unobstructed). It will 'structure' water placed in glass in 30 minutes. This water will be safe and smooth, due to mineral splitting at the atomic level.
Food products, due to warehouse packing plants and grocery store lights cause 'atomic lock'. Due to this phenomenon, place all the food you prepare on the counter for 15 minutes or so. The light travels at a high rate of speed and hits the food objects, activating the minerals, vitamins and proteins.
The Kiva light does much, much more. I (and you?) will discover its benefits as the months and years pass (3 year pro-rated warranty).
08 diciembre Watching The News On TV This WeekOfficial religion is Christianity
Foreign policy transforms into insanity
Who am I to condemn anyone?
I am a nothing
A nobody
Zero
A failure at being a Working Class Hero
I hold no title or prestigious rank
I don't have enough for rent in the bank
Hey, that's how I see the world today
Stalled, out of gas in time and space
Progressed to nowhere
since the reign of Nero
"Christmas comes but once a year
And when it does, it brings good cheer"
Why do I have this nagging fear
Could the end be possibly near?
Of course I'm just having a bad day
It will all work out
If I don't give up, come what may
On the TV I watch the war men and their faces
They seem worried, their wordz are hurried
When they went into the time machine
did they see a future that is horribly mean?
Yesterday they said forward, onward!
Christian soldiers
Today the rhetoric is retreat
We are killed and injured
We are being beat
"Try to turn around,
We made a mistake"
Let's have peace before its too late!
05 diciembre Atheists & Agnostics, Use Your Imagination PleaseOn the Origin of Cats & Dogs
-Author Unknown ... And Adam said, "Lord, when I was in the garden, you walked with me every day. Now I do not see you any more. I am lonesome here and it is difficult for me to remember how much you love me". And God said, "No problem"! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will know I love you, even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish and childish and unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself". And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and he wagged his tail.
And Adam said, "But Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kindom and all the good names are taken, and I cannot think of a name for this new animal". And God said, "No problem"! Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG". And DOG lived with Adam and was a companion to him and loved him. And Adam was comforted. And God was pleased. And DOG was content and wagged his tail. After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to the Lord and said "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of adoration. DOG has indeed taught him that he is loved, but no one has taught him humility". And the Lord said "No problem"! I will create for him a companion who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is. The companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he is not worthy of adoration". And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam. And CAT would not obey Adam. And when Adam gazed into CAT's eyes, he was reminded that he was not the Supreme Being. And Adam learned humility. And God was pleased. And Adam was greatly improved. And CAT did not care, one way or the other.
03 diciembre Blog Is Short For Web Log Thanks to Trevor and Julie, my west coast connection. I am now illuminated on how to find my MSN Spaces past entries. I thought my old blogs were 'lost in space'. There is a little grey arrow on the top right of the screen that allows the reader to view entries for a particular month in the past (eg. Sept. 2006). I will not be blogging daily now because only 20 entries are visible, even if I have 31 entries in a month. The blogs are there still, but they are too difficult for someone in street-clothes to find scrolling down.
This brings me to what I wanted to write today. It appears I have missed the halcyon days of MSN Spaces and the tight-knit community of bloggers trading licks back and forth like dueling banjoes. Par example, I was reading Trevor's blog way back in August and September 2005, because I never read them at the time. What a gas to read their incredible pieces of work! The aforementioned Julie and Trevor are lovers today, meeting each other on Live Spaces! The brightest side of this technology, indeed.
Many of the old bloggers from back then have moved on I guess. We as a species get bored so quick. There are still a lot of bloggers blogging on Windows Live Spaces, but if I see one more blog of rich white girls and photos of their travels around the world, I'm bound to get a little jealous.
Blogger beta and MySpace seem to be the 'hot' sites today. My old nemesis from high-school (joking), Jeremy Barker, is a Toronto-based entertainment blogger who is featured prominently on my site. He is nominated for the Canadian Blog awards as the best, or something like that. Break a cyber-leg, Jeremy! 01 diciembre Where oh Where Have My Little Blogs Gone? Now that the Earth's poles are shifting and the world seems to be upside down (I just made this up, but I heard a rumour...), we have Vancouver weather again and Vancouver has Southern Ontario weather. The rain comes down here at times like 'Cascade sheeting action'. That old 1997 Popular Mechanics article about the U.S. Army 'owning' the weather (see August 06 blog) dances through my head like sugar-plums. Vancouver, Canada's most liberal city ( or second most), is dealing with weather it has never known in its 'his-story'. Come on BC Hydro, let's get the power back on, that's why you are paid the big bucks!
Glendale, the RV trailer manufacturer that I was laid-off from earlier in the Fall
 , is now on strike! More bad news for our fair town. Strathroyalty are feeling the full effects of the U.S. trade war on Canada, beins' the town's economy is so closely linked to our can-tank-erous neighbours to the south. For the one or two friends that have been reading my blogs, do you recall when I wrote I stopped reading the newspaper? Well,I began reading the local section of the London Free Press this week, at my parent's house helping Mom set up her new Apple computer getting her online, setting up the printer. Picking up the dead tree rag they subscribe to, I was reminded of why I stopped reading it. Jam-packed with murders, suicides, tragically avoidable deaths and more of the same. This is boring old London and region, but girl, things changed for the worse. A Jedi does not crave excitement.
ARE YOU BUMMED OUT YET? You better cheer up because I need you more than ever!
Finally, Mister have you seen my bloggy? Can anyone help me find my missing blogs? I was looking for past blogs I wrote and it seems they've disappeared. They were about love and nice things too. Does anyone know if MSN Spaces allows only a certain number of blogs per month? Maybe a Bedouin shepard boy will throw a cyber-rock down into a cyber-cave 2000 years from now and find them. Thanks for your help; I appreciate your time. |
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