( Sentimental Moment: I watch videos of russia or ukraine and brings tears to my eyes because I want to be there. It’s so hard to stay in the States and watch your civilization die every day. I love those people and that culture. )
Source date (UTC): 2020-01-08 15:44:00 UTC
Looks like whatever was cooking in my subconscious over the past month is starting to spill out as another iteration (extension)…. hmm.. Interesting.
Source date (UTC): 2020-01-07 14:29:00 UTC
Thoughts…
Subconscious has been troubled by (or working on) something that is beginning to take shape, and I can’t quite put my finger on it yet, but it’s coming out as very clear distinction between the feminine semitic and compromise hindu, and masculine european-sinic, but it’s deeper than that.
It’s that the female-semitic method of argument (baiting into hazard is literally the antithesis of evolution. It’s the greatest threat to humanity – greater than plagues. Because its a plague of the mind.
The discussions today on operations. It’s another example of whomever made the comment last summer, that the Grammars are as important as testimonialism and acquistionism+propertarianism.
I keep seeing more and more opportunity behind the grammars and this whole need for a new mathematics and the grammars is running around my head and there is something there on the fringes of auto association – a pattern of something – that I think would dwarf the previous insights.
So there is this strange constellation forming between the semitic-european falseood-truth problem, the next-math problem, and … damn.
Constitution -> Course -> Big Book -> Religion – and in the background I”m going to have to work on this problem and see where wolfram hit a dead end.
Source date (UTC): 2020-01-05 15:51:00 UTC
Peter Gabriel. The Police. 1986. Dorm room (hers). Snow. Worried about my car – parked badly. Thick smoke. Very calm. Relaxed. Peace of mind impossible to possess again. Is there really acid in the refrigerator? Roomate comes in. I get up. Guy in the bathroom is covered with blood. His own. Too much up his nose. Waves that he’s ok. Back. Lotsa girls. My “Dangerous” instinct is going off. Knock on the opposite door. Something is definitely wrong. I get her to leave. Bed. Phone call (before cell phones – And we still had dial up modems and monthly compuserve fees.) They arrest almost the entire dorm. I still play rush, gabriel and the police now and then. Not often. Just now and then.
Source date (UTC): 2019-12-28 17:07:00 UTC
TODAY’S CULTURAL ENRICHMENT
Restaurant. Lunch. Working. Working on Economics article of constitution. Hispanic group. Older. Grandmother, Grandfather, grandson. Cute kid. Start using… https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=532709547325940&id=100017606988153
Source date (UTC): 2019-12-18 21:25:14 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1207411523536216064
TODAY’S CULTURAL ENRICHMENT
Restaurant. Lunch. Working. Working on Economics article of constitution. Hispanic group. Older. Grandmother, Grandfather, grandson. Cute kid. Start using facetime or something loud in restaurant. I wait five minutes. Apparently they think it’s ok. No, it’s not ok to talk on a phone, ipad, or computer in a public place at louder than a whisper. Ever. So I walk over, pat the man on the back, and say (in spanish) “This is for the home, not the restaurant. OK?” Says ok. Ten minutes pass. Nothing changes. I re-approach the table and say “Hey. Not ok. This isn’t a ghetto.” This does the job. They are finally behaving civilly. Thirty minutes pass. Woman comes in. Introduces herself, and starts complaining that I disciplined her family. I say yes i did. She tells me I don’t own the place. I say “I own the commons, I own the manners, and you don’t use telephones loud in a restaurant.” she starts withs ome excuse and I say “I choose to protect manners.” She leaves. Twenty minutes later Police. Local. “What happened?” told them. They give me the same drill. I say “well, it’s a commons, it’s my job like any other citizens to police the commons. I should say something to anyone littering and materially polluting in public and I should say something to anyone polluting the commons by their behavior. That’s our job. Manners are a commons”. “Oh, and it’s not like I threatened them.” he says “did you?” I say “of course not”. I said go ask the staff. The staff concurrs. …. Do you see what is happening? We must stop it. Every man a sheriff.
Source date (UTC): 2019-12-18 16:25:00 UTC
MY PAPER ON IMPEACHMENT, 1979?
Late seventies. University. Course on The American Presidency. Paper Required. Half the Grade. Twenty something people start the class. Seven of us finish. I do my paper on Impeachment. Prof doesn’t tell me it was the subject of his thesis. (ouch). I think I got a C? and I probably deserved it, since I read the books AND wrote it over spring break in about a week or so. That said, General position I came to (and he came to), is i) that no president would ever be impeached (removed from office). ii) that it is too politicized a process and a purely political process iii) because ‘high crimes’ isn’t sufficiently defined, and iv) it’s really hard to even try to commit a high crime in office. v) the worst that can happen is ‘bad judgement’ which isn’t a crime. vi) and anyone who did anything would leave office.
Nixon was questionable. Clinton’s was ridiculous. Trumps is even more ridiculous.
Source date (UTC): 2019-12-17 21:28:00 UTC
(Ahh… Friday morning, snow, quiet, coffee, oversized boxers, and old soft oxford shirt, a charged laptop, and working on a constitution. Priceless … )
lol… Hugs all
Source date (UTC): 2019-12-06 14:05:21 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1202952168170500096
(Ahh… Friday morning, snow, quiet, coffee, oversized boxers, and old soft oxford shirt, a charged laptop, and working on a constitution. Priceless … )
lol… Hugs all
Source date (UTC): 2019-12-06 09:05:00 UTC
—If i wrote about Art, Fashion, Relationships and Sex I’d probably be happier and I’d sure have a lot more friends. lol If it weren’t for this damned political condition I would…—
It was one of the options. I started a relationship/fashion/art blog called “the market for affection” before I went overseas, bought a decent camera for street fashion photography. Unfortunately I started the business, and the political world turned hot, and .. well… the rest is history so to speak.
I won’t be able to write about hard stuff within ten years. I suppose that’s what I can write about then. 😉
Source date (UTC): 2019-12-02 15:58:00 UTC