I have talked at length on some past blogs about Nikola Tesla, also spelled Nicola if you are Serbian.  I guess I'm not the only one who is a big, big fan of him and his inventions.  There is an incredible new car company started called Tesla Motors, and their flagship car is the Tesla Roadster, a zero-emission electric car that beats a Ferrari and Porsche in performance!  "This is the kind of car that will change the world" says the founders of Tesla Motors.  Yes, there have been electric cars before put out by the Auto-Mafia-Cartel of the Big 3 and Japan, but their electric offerings all sucked in some ways, making them undesirable to consumers.  This time, Tesla Motors, which was founded by Silicon Valley billionaires who are outsiders in the auto game of the insiders,  has offered a car that lacks nothing.  The price tag is high at $100 000, but Hummers are that high too.  Think of the money one will save by not having to go to gas stations!  No fuell-cells, hybrids, half-assing it or crap like that. Here's a video so you can see it for youself:  http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?&vid=c860df3ccf66c83fb61bb2ffd934330b.889183&cache=1

    There have been times in my life where I thought I had all the answers.  Then there were other times when I realized that what I believed in was complete hogwash.  Prepare for those days ahead.

     I got called back to work at Glendale this week after a Summer of Love plant lay-off.  There is a traditional German saying: "Work Shall Set You Free" .  This morning, Frankie Madruga exclaimed that he was happy to be working again because its always during lay-off that he gets  picked up by the cops or something.  See, the Germans are right!

      It was an incredibly beautiful day in town today.  Funny how a nice day puts everyone in a good mood.  The sun was out and there were little fluffy clouds scattered throughout the sky.  Folks were apt to say hello with hearty gestures of friendship.  I was thinking pleasant thoughts all day long.  Then, high above the clouds, large jets traversed the sky from east to west, leaving thick white trails which spread across the horizon.  The blue sky gave way to a white haze which blocked the suns rays.  I began to hope and pray that one day soon, the sun would come out again, in full regalia. 

       I then saw a Yahoo web article by Suze Orman about Empty Nesters soon after on the computer.  It was titled 'The Parenting Trap- Money Matters'.  It began: "More 50-something (aka Me Generation) adults are finding their homes full of grown children who have moved back in and their heads full of worry about caring for their own aging parents."  Oh the dread of living amongst family members who either created you or those you created!  Can you believe the nerve of these people!

      Here are some of the work's  more salient quotes:

"Let's start with how to handle the kids...For some, it's just a temporary stop until they snag their first post-college job. For others, it's a lifestyle choice: Why share a cramped and expensive rental with three roommates when your own room is waiting for you at Mom and Dad's -- often rent-free and with full laundry service provided? For still others, it's a safe place to land after a busted relationship." Ouch!  That hurts lady.  You know that families live together in Europe, dontcha?  Like, all in the same house even.  20 0f em all packed in together, but they don't seem to mind, I hear. 

"Exactly when do you expect them to grow up? And exactly when do you expect to finally do your job by showing them how it's done?" What do you think this is? Peter Pan?  Grow the hell up wouldya?

"There should be no free ride, period. ..Charge rent....As for how much to charge, it should be a percentage of their take-home pay -- at least 25 percent. What drives me crazy is when kids move back in after college, live rent-free, and blow all their money on clubbing, mall splurges, or nice weekend getaways...You should also set a timeline for when they'll move out. Don't wait until you're at the breaking point; you don't want to have this conversation under the cloud of frayed nerves".

     Harsh dude. 

 

 

I was looking at the London Free Press website yesterday, and I came across a new feature there.  They present Dan Brown's blog.  No, not the author of the Da Vinci Code.  Dan Brown was a lanky bloke from Poplar Hill who was in my Grade 12 History class at Strathroy High (no one who went there calls it Strathroy High).  The class was taught by Terence Gentleman.  He was the leader of Terry Gentlemen and  the Gentlemen, who were at the vanguard of the Strathroy psychedelic rock movement. Another big group who used to sell out the old bandshell behind townhall was Johnny Iedema and the Ides of March.  But that was back then...

     I didn't recognize him at first, 20 years and all.  Dan Brown has his 'blog' on a newspaper, I said to mys-elf.  Maybe they'll let him have their newspaper on his blog someday, I reckon.   What I read reminded me of my friend's and my blogs, but way more boring.   My friend Hersh has definitely got him beat on credentials alone, and my other friends got him beat on creativity, but they'd probably be fired from the London Free Press for their political view-age.   No worries. Checking out his blog, I could tell that he was a muzzled blog-olist.  Kind of like an embedded journalist in combat.  All hail to the editor-in-chief!  The London Free Press editor's name is Susan Muszak.  That kills me.  Susan Muszak, get it?  Muzak=London Free Press.  If you don't know, Muzak is a name they give elevator music.  Elevator music is where they take a song, like Yesterday by The Beatles per se, and record it on a synthesizer instead.  Then they play it in elevators or shopping malls to keep people calm and orderly. What an incredible coincedence, I thought to mys-elf...that's exactly the way I see the London Free Press!

     Here's the address for Dan Brown's high-rent-district blog:

           http://www.lfpress.com/cgi-bin/publish.cgi?x=blogs&s=blogs&p=7

     I can officially say that its FALL, turning from Summer to the Autumnal Equinox at 12:03 a.m. yesterday.  Where I live, we have 4 seasons, and everyone here has a special connection to Fall.  Strathroy has been traditionally a farming town, and Fall means harvest!  The combines have been busy pulling off green beans and corn this week.  We are so lucky to be living in a land with fertile soil and fresh water.  Canada is defined as a Dominion.  Yes, we have dominion over the land and skies, but  I do think that its time we take care of the planet a little more carefully.  WE are the stewards of today for a brighter tomorrow.

     My wish for the season is that all the people who are alone, might meet someone special upcoming.  I know of a young woman who has liked the same man whom she met in high school  3 years ago, as he was the only guy who ever expressed real interest in her.  Today, 3 years later, she is tortured, longing for love with him, but he is unaware of this.  If you love someone, please tell them, even if you FEAR embarrassment or humiliation.  One never knows what the outcome will be. 

     As the weather gets colder, it is every single person's dream to cuddle up with someone else.  Those of you who have a lover, I'd like you to remember what it was like when you were alone.  Who you were before you met them, and how they have changed your life today...What do they say?  Count your blessings.  Give thanks and praises. 

     To those who haven't met him or her YET, which means imminent GET, re-member????:  There are about 6 billion people on Earth (Heart).  Due to the impeccable functioning of nature, there is one man born for every woman, and to me, that mathematically means there is SOMEONE FOR EVERYONE.  

       I was not free...During my hunger-strike, I felt pure light within. The Inner Light.  I too, am the burning flame of the eternal, as are you!

 

The Inner Light-  The Beatles 1967  Lyrics George Harrison

 

Without going out of my door
I can know all things on Earth
Without looking out of my window
I could know the ways of Heaven

The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows

Without going out of your door
You can know all things on Earth
Without looking out of your window
You could know the ways of Heaven

The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows

Arrive without travelling
See all without looking
Do all without doing

From Folk Medicine  D.C. Jarvis, M.D.  1958:

 

     "One cannot study Vermont folk medicine many years without becoming interested in castor oil for the versatile place it occupies in theraputic measure.

1.  The method of dealing with warts is to apply the oil night and morning to the wart, rubbing it 20 times or so, to work the oil well into the excrescence.

2.  Among elderly native Vermont women in connection with the necessities of midwifery, castor oil was applied to the navel of a newborn infant if for any reason it showed difficulty healing.

3.  Castor oil is applied to the breasts to increase the flow of milk.

4.  If little children fail to show a proper growth of the hair on the head, castor oil should be applied to the head twice a week at bedtime.  The oil is rubbed thoroughly into the scalp, is allowed to remain overnight, and in the morning removed by shampoo.

5.  Castor oil applied to the eyelashes at bedtime three times a week, will thicken them and make them grow longer.  The same applies to eyebrow growth.

6.  Twice a week or more often if the feet are working overtime, the feet may be rubbed down at bedtime with castor oil.  Cotton socks and the oil are left on overnight .  In the morning the skin is like velvet, and the tired, sore feeling will have disappeared.

...A patient, who was 64 years old and a lawyer who had a wart on the edge of his nostril, applied castor oil to it night and morning, working the oil well into the wart with his finger.  At the end of three weeks the wart had disappeared...A young married woman thirty years of age, had a brown mole, in the middle of her right cheek, about the size of her little fingernail.  It was so brown it showed through her make-up.  Each evening she rubbed in the castor oil, and at the end of one week she noticed that the color of the mole had begun to fade.  By the end of three weeks the brown had completely disappeared.  I could see a smooth place where the mole had been, but its color was that of the surrounding skin".

    Frequency is measured in Hertz and measures one cycle per second.  100 Hz means "one hundred cycles per second", and so on. Hertz are named after a German dude, radio pioneer Heinrich Rudolf Hertz.  If someone calls you and says their name is Dick Hurts, be very sceptical.

     FM radio stands for Frequency Modulation.  The strike note of the Liberty Bell is E flat.  There was a movie with Dennis Quaid released in 2000 called Frequency, where a father and son communicate through radio waves, even though dad had been dead for 30 years.  The movie did bad because audiences had a hard time believing the plot.

      The Manchurian Candidate was a movie made in 1962 starring Frank Sinatra, about a Korean war veteran who is programmed to assasinate a Presidential candidate.  The movie did bad because of the unbelievable premise.  The next year, President Kennedy was assasinated.  Frank Sinatra, also the movie's producer, shelved the movie and forbid access to it until 1987.  Nancy Sinatra, Frank's daughter, remade the movie in 2004.  It starred Denzel Washington, as a brainwashed Gulf War veteran, who is programmed to assasinate a Presidential candidate.  The movie did bad because no one found the storyline believable.

     The human brain produces electrical activity that can be measured as brain waves.  Each frequency produces its own unique, distinctive state of consciousness.  Alpha frequencies from 8 to 12 Hz are relaxed, meditative states of mind.  Beta frequencies above 12 Hz are 'awake' states, analytical.  Being Beta too long brings mental anxiety and fatigue.

     An orchestra's concert pitch is middle C or 440 Hz, and that's how the orchestra tunes their instruments in unison.  John Till, Janis Joplin's last guitarist, told us at my friend Jeff Manuel's last fall, that he used to tune his guitar's E string to the hum of an older 80 Hz refrigerator.  He tried it on a new refrigerator but it wouldn't tune it to E,  he said.

     Mark Pfeiffer, singer and raconteur, brought up a song by R.E.M. called What's The Frequency Kenneth.  Intrigued, as I was thinking about what to write in the upcoming Frequency blog, I asked Mark what the song was about.  What Mark said made me laugh.  Dan Rather, the newsguy, had been attacked by a zombie-like man, who kept repeating "What's the frequency Kenneth" over and over.  Read more about Dan Rather and this incident if you want : http://www.ratherbiased.com/bizarre.htm

     Nikola Tesla said "everything in the universe RESONATES at its own frequency, yet they all relate on a harmonic scale to each other.  Understanding my work means understanding the key to the universe, RESONANCE."  Vibration will be the upcoming third and final installment of the Energy, Frequency, Vibration trilogy.

 

 

From Linda Goodman's Star Signs:

 

     "1-2-3 are the first numbers "man" comprehended.  He placed a stick on the ground representing himself- or the number 1.  Then he placed another stick on the ground, representing his mate.  Now he had the number 2- or 2 sticks.  He placed the tip of the 2 sticks representing himself and his mate so that they touched at the top, and were seperated at the bottom, in a tentlike shape.  After this, he placed a third stick on the ground, horizontally across the bottom, representing the child, the total of the 3 sticks then forming a triangle, the oldest known spiritual symbol: father- mother- and child.  Soon our slowly comprehending man drew a circle around the 3 sticks to protect himself, his mate, and his child from outsiders or evil.  Then he stood the 3 sticks on end, contemplated the circle- and the concept of the first 3-legged stool was born."

     Robert Bowes and Cher Bowes (nee MacLachlan), of St. Catherines, ON., were married in Pleasant Point, Prince Edward Island, September 2nd, 2006.  In attendance was their son, Cooper Bowes.  Best wishes and love for the future! 

     George Lucas (Star Wars)  is the second-richest man in the entertainment business.  His first movie was THX 1138,  produced by Francis Ford Coppola, released in 1971.  It didn't earn much at the box-office, but the movie is profoundly influential, and prophetic!  The plot takes us into the future, where love is illegal and everyone must be on government-sanctioned drugs.  One man (Robert Duvall), decides not to takes his drugs anymore, and begins to see the world in a new way.

Here's a couple of trailers from the original release: http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800127572/trailer

    In the past, crazy people walked the streets and they spoke to anyone who would listen about the coming Judgement Day.  Well, it has arrived and you can find them all on TV.   There's Judge Judy, Judge Mathis and Judge Joe Brown.  There is about 3 or 4 Law & Orders with judges, and just as many C.S.I.'s with judges on that show.  There are other courtroom dramas on TV, and shows where courtroom judges appear, but I don't know about them yet.   

     Then there is Supernova, a singing competition show, with celebrity judges.  There's So You Think You Can Dance?, and So You Think You Can Sing?, both with their cadres of judges.  Was American Idol the first show to showcase this new wave of Judgement, or was Survivor, which had tribal judging? 

     Did you hear about the judge in Nebraska who would bring his penis pump to court and work it  under his robe whilst court was in session?  They brought him up on charges, but he ended up getting off!  Ha .

I know, I know, tell it to the judge, son.

    

    

    

    

Institutionalized-  Suicidal Tendencies  1983

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
It's like I concentrate real hard and it doesn't work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It's like I need time to figure these things out
But there's always someone there going

Hey Mike:
You know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately.
You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you'll feel a lot better

And I go:
No it's okay, you know I'll figure it out, just leave me alone I'll figure it out. You know I'll just work by myself.

And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.

And I go:
No I don't want to I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself and they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it builds up inside.

So you're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn't even know she was there she called my name
And I didn't even hear it, and then she started screaming: MIKE! MIKE!
And I go:
What, what's the matter
And she goes:
What's the matter with you?
I go:
There's nothing-wrong mom.
And she goes:
Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!
And I go:
No mom I'm not on drugs I'm okay, I was just thinking you know, why don't you get me a pepsi.
And she goes:
NO you're on drugs!
I go:
Mom I'm okay, I'm just thinking.
She goes:
No you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act that way!
I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me.
Just a Pepsi.

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go:
Mike, we need to talk to you
And I go:
Okay what's the matter
They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you've been having a lot of problems,
You've been going off for no reason and we're afraid you're gonna hurt somebody,
We're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need.
And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, we decided!?
My best interest?! How can you know what's my best interest is?
How can you say what my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I'm crazy?
When I went to your schools, I went to your churches,
I went to your institutional learning facilities?! So how can you say I'm crazy.

They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I'll be dead

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

It doesn't matter I'll probably get hit by a car anyway.

     Back in 1995, I received a large envelope from the University of Western Ontario, in London, Ontario.  I had graduated two years earlier, and was working somewhere unspectacular.  I don't even remember where.  What I do recall is the contents of the envelope.  There was a diet questionnaire, and two small envelopes.  One read  'Hair' and the other read 'Nails'.  Imagine that.  I read the letter that accompanied the envelopes, and it said Western and a few other Canadian universities were involved in genetic research, and that they would appreciate a voluntary sample of my DNA to help further their scientific endeavours. The letter claimed that an obliteration of all mortal diseases was about to begin, and by providing a hair and nail sample, I could ensure my place in the pantheon of Immortality.

     Eleven and a half years later, there's still no public cure for all of these diseases that exist.  The world appears to be in darkness medically, despite millions and billions poured into re-search.  People are still dying.  Stem cells appear to be very promising...Oh ya, I didn't hand in my hair and nails to Western, although I did fill out the nutrition questionnaire.

     One night, not long ago, I had a dream I was fighting an exact replica of myself...I mean, it was Me but it wasn't Me ok.  Fortunately,  I beat him, but I remember it was a close one.  I'm glad I didn't hand my hair and nails into Western.

 

 

I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can.
A gnome named Grimble Grumble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes.
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.
He wore a scarlet tunic,
A blue green hood,
It looked quite good.
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last.
Wining, dining, biding his time.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Hoooooooooray.
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Winding, finding places to go.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Hoooooooooray.
Hooooooooooooooray.

 

Pink Floyd  1967

Lyrics by Syd Barrett

The Riddle

 

     Why is a story like a ghost?

 

Answer

 

     "A story's a tale; a tail's a brush; a brush is a broom; a brougham's a carriage; a carriage is a gig; a gig's a trap; a trap's a snare; a snare's a gin; gin's a spirit; and a spirit's a ghost".

 

                                                                         A.C.  Liber   LVIII