Um, I realize that in other cultures, initiating a conversation by saying hello, or waving, or something of that nature is good manners. but I”m an american and a rather anglo-saxon american, and I just prefer you directly ask me questions. Spammers and people with gentle manners are indistinguishable. So pls just ask questions don’t wave etc. I don’t respond.
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-28 20:32:00 UTC
I mean, we used to play garbage can bowling, egging, and toilet papering, throwing snowballs at cars, lighting gasoline in the road as cars approached, putting scotch tape across the road between signs, whistling at girls, prank phone calls – and pranks like stealing signs and putting them on flag poles. I did stuff I shouldn’t have like rearranging cones in the road, and road signs. But all of these things were essentially pranks. But crimes? No. I do know people who did petty crimes like shoplifting and minor b&e, just for the fun of it.
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-28 19:32:00 UTC
Hmmm… I have 572 open Friend Requests right now. and while FB’s purge of sock accounts is freeing up slots slowly, please consider either ‘following’ this Profile, and friending my Page, rather than this profile. I’ll automate posting from this profile to that page next month. Facebook profiles are limited to 500 friends, and pages are not limited. Over the course of this year we are probably going to see a large increase in participation so I don’t expect it to get easier to manage participation.
HERE:
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Discord:
We also have a Discord Server (Which I very much like to ‘hang out’ at when trying to avoid work.. lol) but I am not yet sure how open @Pomen wants to make it.
My Youtube Channel.
https://www.youtube.com/user/DeAristocratia/playlists?
Also:
Bill Joslin, Brandon Hayes (captures everything), Eli Harman (is temporarily offline due to external obligations). John Mark is a must follow for newbs. And for in-the car listening, readings by Rick Turpin Daniel Gurpide doesn’t write often but we share him here. My two advisors on genetics try to retain anonymity so I don’t deal with them directly. Everyone else (there are now too many to list) can be found on my feed, Bill’s or Brandon’s.
John Mark’s Channel
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIGlVALFPYRROlXk511Cfhw
Rick’s Propertrian Ebook Readings
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCm9CN7q2-cZiPFEfbZekEkA
There are others which I’ll add as we go along.
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-28 13:11:00 UTC
(Again, In keeping with my quarterly reminders: I am not at all the person you see here. This is my job. I am good at my job. I do my job this way because it is the optimum means of doing my job – at least until the institute’s classes have graduated enough people to do otherwise. I am an artist, a philosopher of the law, and a social scientist first and foremost, and I will insure my brothers to the end. I was a rather ruthless entrepreneur – and I wasn’t happy being so. I am, like most people on the low end of the spectrum, naturally a fairly nice, friendly person, who happens to have low agreeableness when it comes to falsehoods. And I am willing to fight for my people to the death without question. This does not mean I seek or enjoy conflict – only that I will not flee from it, and if I engage in it, I will give it my all. -cheers. )
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-28 11:02:00 UTC
Curt Doolittle shared a post.
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-25 16:32:00 UTC
A VIKING CHRISTMAS STORY
(edited)
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the village
The men sharpened knives and the boys dreamt of pillage.
The skulls were all hung by the chimney with care
In hopes on the morrow, more would be there.
The girls were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of jewelry, danced in their heads.
And mamma in her gown, and I in my shirt,
Had just caught our breath from a quick winter’s flirt.
When out on the river there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed, to see what was the matter.
Away to the Hall, I flew in a rush,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a longboat with shields, and great men with their gear.
With a bearded old man, lively and wisened,
I knew in a moment it must be Lord Odin.
More rapid than eagles his warriors they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With bags full of booty, and Lord Odin too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door
The laughter of brethren hardened by war.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Lord Odin, through the portal, came with a bound.
He was dressed all in grey, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all fouled with snow and with soot.
A bundle of booty he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a merchant, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his laughter how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
The beard of his chin was as white as the snow,
And his purses, hung neatly, from his belt, in a row.
The stump of a pipe, he held tight, in his teeth,
And the smoke it, encircled his head, like a wreath.
He had a long face, pointed hat, and grey cloak,
That shook when he laughed, like the bough of an oak.
He was tall and thin, but a jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger, aside of his cheek,
And giving a nod, tossed my share to my feet.
He sprang to his boots, and to men gave a whistle,
And away we all flew like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere we ran into the night,
“Happy Viking to all, and to all a good-fight!”
-Curt Doolittle
(With Apologies to Dickens)
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-25 11:16:00 UTC
Spent the evening with family, as is tradition, albeit in a smaller gathering than the days of old – so to speak. Without children traditions are of far less value.
And I spent the whole time thinking of those people far away that I care very much about, but who are not as lucky as we are, and who do not have the opportunity to take for granted those luxuries we do.
I love some of those people very dearly and I wish I could be with them tonight, tomorrow, and for all days. And in that sense I feel I out of place here. And miss you all very much. And can’t wait to be with you again.
Cheers.
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-24 20:48:00 UTC
Seriously tho. Jests aside. Love you all and wish you a Joyful Yule, Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-24 15:17:51 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1077221825166352384
“Twas the day before christmas and all thru the village the men sharpened knives and the boys dreamt of pillage…”
Wait… wrong story I think….
Source date (UTC): 2018-12-24 13:57:22 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1077201571178532867