Out back is where the dingoes dance

Dancing Dingoes

No worries mates, the dingoes are dancing’, grab a Fosters and throw some veggies on the ‘barbie. I can’t say why the dingoes are dancing. Just go with it and enjoy the didgeridoo

I’m nearly normal again, well normal for me. Which is good. Tomorrow should be ok … fingers crossed.

So what did our ancestors do when it got hot during the summer? I’m sure it got hot and the humidity existed. I’ll say the words now as a precursor that this is not about the larger issue of global warming but it is as well. I’m not running my household AC, on purpose. I am using a few fans though so I’m not completely suffering.

Most of us have seen at one time or another the waves of thermal energy rising from a fire or candle. If you haven’t try looking at a fire which is back lit and then squint at it. You’ll see the rising wavy lines going up. Thermal energy. Still not convinced place a white sheet of paper about 12 inches over a candle … by the way be prepared to run for a sink of water.

So urban areas tend to be hotter than rural areas, but not just any old rural area. Rural areas with a healthy does of trees.

We chop a lot of them down in the urban area and plant raggedy little ornamental trees. Yes they are trees yes they do make it look a lot less industrial but do they really cool or shade must of anything. Not really.

Larger urban area create there own updrafts. The sun hit all the concrete, glass, metal, asphalt and other heat reflecting surfaces. Not just some but millions of square feet of material now all that heat, thermal energy rises. Sending everything up. Any moisture entering the area ends up going up before it can fall down. What usually happens is rain just misses urban areas getting buffeted around by these huge up drafts.

How much does this contribute to global warming… I don’t know but that isn’t the point. It’s hotter now in our cities than it was in the past. I worked a road crew one summer, a paid one not a jumpsuit wearing one. Air temperature checks were done every 20 minutes to track the heat and so we were given breaks so we didn’t over heat. The air over the pavement was often 20 degrees hotter than it was away from the pavement . A 90 degree day is 110 on the road. That’s an over all warmer day, warmer cities, warmer planet. However our urban areas aren’t the only problem to the issue, again not about global warming.

It’s about not running my AC. Partly to keep my energy costs down, partly to use less energy, partly to just be less … luxury dependant. Is AC essential not really. So I am not using it. I don’t make my son play along because this is my thing not his. I know less then total commitment is just a waste of time… well maybe but poopoo my plan all you want but I have smaller bills this summer than I did last summer. So it’s working at least partly. I didn’t use my heat much in the winter either, turned it to 62 when I was home and 58 when I left or work. Again didn’t make my son play in my experiment.

Perhaps that makes me a bit strange or weird…perhaps. Believe me I see really off at times so my experiments with using less luxury things seem really not so odd at all. It’s all relative or at least that’s what I’ve heard. I’m not saying do this or not just talking about what I’ve been doing to save some money.

The dingoes got yelled at for dancing …poor dingoes.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Stomp, shower, sparkle ...smile

A while back an omnivore friend of mine and I were talking. She was saying how she really liked a particular sandwich at a restaurant with au jus. She was wondering if she could make it at home. I said yeah it’s really just the water blood and fat which is expelled from the meat while you are cooking and then spicing it up a bit to your own taste with salt, pepper, perhaps some vinegar, Worcestershire, etc … please don’t say that’s not the right stuff. I’m not a cooking show I’m making a different point. But I know when I worked in the restaurant biz it was mainly just the liquefied fat expelled water and blood from the meat we were cooking.

She made a face like she had not thought about it being blood before. I asked if that was it and she said yes. I said au jus mean with the juices. What juice do you get from meat? That’s right you get juice from veggies and fruit but not from animals. I wasn’t saying it to be mean, just making a point. Now you can make au jus at home from a mix using bullion. Which really means someone else has already cooked out the meat juice and spiced it up and then pulled about 99.9% of the water out of it so you can re-liquefy it later. No granted au jus isn’t like chomping into a vein or spiking an artery with a straw and having a gulp.

Anyway she didn’t throw up thinking about it and that wasn’t my objective, we then moved to conversation on to talking about the pixie. (Stomp shower sparkle hee hee) Well …it means something to me and it’s too involved to actually explain and not loose the whole point in the translation., it makes me smile… then there is the super girl thing… well perhaps not that … similar yet completely different

Lost yet ? I not… or at least I don’t think I am. But the microbial war still rages in my body I think the home team is winning but losing means death so let’s hope I win or if you not a fan perhaps you wish the other way… eventually the away team wins but not the point. Hope your home team is winning too.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

despite the reports...

Did anyone see the truck that ran me over? No, not surprising it was micro in size and laid me out for the last few days. Started with that headache and then just beat the crap right out of me. Half of my body still hurts and I feel almost human again. Short and sweet for today but more things to come, exciting and possibly even thought provoking. Hey, I said possibly


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

...8...9...10. Ready or not here I come.

While reading a human interest news story, fluff as it would be called in the biz, about a girl who hid so well during a game of hide and seek that the parents called in professional help. I’m not posting a link to the story because the child was found after over an hours worth of searching. Now do we throw the widen net and call these people bad parents for loosing track of their child? I’ve done that, albeit not for that long and on the opposite end of the scale this child has siblings who probably cheat like the dickens at hide and seek. So when the child is being looked for she was probably thinking the heck with you I’m not coming out when you are calling all in, all in, all in free. And it’s not ollie, ollie, oxen free… That makes not a bit of sense. Not that hide and seek is all that sensible of a game, other than life skills development of how far you actually have to go to find … oh say your keys if you don’t have an elephant. I have an elephant. The elephant doesn’t lose things. So if you don’t have an elephant I suggest you get one, because keys can hide in a lot of places. A lot of places. Yup they’ve been there too... No, not there that would be silly. Anyway point being you look and look until you find them in as the saying goes, it’s always the last place you look. Yup a true pearl of wisdom that one.

However, Like this kid I was hiding and hiding and hiding, and finally fell asleep in my hiding spot. If it’s that good a spot you don’t fess it up you keep it quiet because the only way you keep a secret between three people is if two of them are dead, or so said Mr. C-note Franklin. I wandered home afterwards because unlike the kid in the news story not too many people actually realized I was missing, as a matter of fact no one noticed. Which leads me to believe I was invisible long before even I realized it.

So kid was found, who wasn’t lost, I found myself but I wasn’t lost either. Well that’s different story and has nothing to do with hide and seek. Most likely this kid’s parents will be outcasts in their community and people will whisper behind their backs … they’re the really bad parents who lost their kid. Yeah I heard about that one she was missing for days. Hey in a few years watch it will be huge. Wolves and bats and gummy bears… oh me. I doubt anyone’s said that one before… mine. Yeah , nee ner.

Sadly this two year old has been banned from playing hide and seek now...FOREVER! Now, she’ll never find her keys, some one get her an elephant. Please for crying out loud. How can we expect this kid to be normal now.

Hey I get worked up about the fluff pieces. That is where all the real people live, you know under the plastic wrap. Oh, it’s raining. Yup, yup and my head hurts. Well’s it hurts for two reasons, wait three, four, oh a bunch… Imma take a shower maybe that will make it go away. You just have to love the new English that text messaging is creating. Imma means, “ I am going to” do what ever follows. Hey it saves over half the letters, who cares that the written word is dying in the thumb thumping grasp of our teenagers.

Imma shwr nw cya l8r


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,




PS. So I gave benji his due respect in text and the elephant thing is biological public domain about them not forgetting where water is even after years of not going to the same place. I mean like a smart bomb right to the spot, pretty cool if you ask me but you didn’t but I told you anyway.

Peace

Why is there an eye hook in my wrist??? (insert toy piano music) Dance puppet Dance

Before beginning that my thoughts are my thoughts and do not necessarily represent anything deeper than thoughts. With that said if you disagree with me that is ok, feel free to comment, however I may not enter into a debate with you, or if your comment is deemed to be so far off topic that it distracts or is just rude I reserve the right to delete that comment. Because I have that power… oh yes … muhahahahaah… sorry (combs back hair and adjusts glasses)

I’m not exactly sure why it is that we, in this society, want everything homogenized … having every thing exactly the same not the process of making milk the same consistency . With some things it is a very good thing like with the milk …mmm, lumpy milk bad. (blech) However if you travel to any place in the US of any size it is pretty much the same. Take away the skyline, and you would be hard pressed to guess where you were. That is because for the most part American Architecture is like the Volvo, it’s sturdy but it’s all kinds of box like. It has no longer has any flair. It’s all the same now. Sadly we tear down structures which probably had some class, flair, a bit of difference. It’s not just our buildings either, it’s everything.

Now we are Pre fabricated, we are a cookie cutter society. Just, press, pull, place, and cook (verb can be replaced with others like build, or make, dress, listen…etc) … Be one of us … one of us… one of us. We watch films (or read) The Stepford Wives and say oh poosah I’m a free thinking person, no one pulls my strings….really Pinocchio ???

Not many of us are really real boys or girls we are all puppets to someone, or an idea, or a life style. We don’t stand on our own. It becomes increasingly more and more difficult in our ever increasing sea of sameness.

But I’m me, you cry… I am me …not really, well perhaps a version of a person but I’m as guilty as anyone else if not more so.

Like I said there are some good things about having a sameness across a nation this vast. However how far do we push that sameness into our lives, jobs, etc.

Unfortunately, a bit too far in many cases. If you try to stand out to be different you are beating down figuratively in most cases and literally in others. Are we so xenophobic that any difference is bad. Odd that even here in the tiny little town that one building is booed for being different and another is ballyhooed for being a standout. I suppose, to borrow from the MAYA principle … Most Advanced Yet Acceptable … meaning that people will only stand for so much change at a time… our minds can’t quite grasp radical change. Well perhaps not our minds but our fear of change and difference. We crave uniformity and routine but will advance but only at a set pace. We want the sameness so we can feel accepted and wanted and warm but in that sea of sameness we are all different we are all looking for something perfect that doesn’t exist. The holy grail of our time is perfection in sameness. We want to live in Stepford but we tell ourselves and anyone who’ll listen that we don’t.

So in this quest for universal sameness, cookie cutter reality, life and perfection we further isolate one another and lull ourselves to our own destruction.

Oh and it’s Friday … you know what that means… one of us, one of us… the telephone is ringing is that my mother on the phone? No, it’s Pavlov … slobber, slobber, pant.

Um… yeah be you and be proud of you, and if the next time you look at someone and are all uber critical of their clothes, car, house, town, etc. maybe say it’s ok and don’t sweat it or ask them hey what do you like about this or that different thing maybe you’ll find that you like vanilla and boysenberry too, not just vanilla.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,




PS. References to Musicians The Police/ Synchronicity, Author - Ira Levin’s Stepford Wives , Behaviorist- Ivan Pavlov, unsure of who coined MAYA principle but it’s not mine, I’ve heard it’s credited to Raymond Loewy, Pinocchio Carlo Collodi… If I missed any I’m sorry “I’m not a thief” Richard M. Nixon. *


PPS. * thank god he didn’t pay to patent that phrase, like Mills Lane (let’s get it on) and that other boxing guy (let’s get ready to rumble..(echo)) yes it’s true we crave sameness so much that catchy little phrases have to be protected by a patent … hence the recent additions of sources…yeah one piracy lawsuit is enough for my liking . And in fairness Pinocchio was probably in the public domain before Disney latched its claws into it…but I digress

Ciao

Well, Hello Nurse...

I missed another day, not because I didn’t have anything to say, just that I ended up with too much on my mind and trying to clear the butterflies only resulted in more and more and more in my line of sight. Unfortunately that did not give me any clearer answers to the questions that I have rolling around in my head.

Still the haunting questions rattle around in there. There are easy answers to the problems but they only serve to end one problem but create new ones. Like the hydra as one head falls two grow in the place of the one. Now I’m swimming in blood of the attempts to move forward and my problems exist.

Picking my words more carefully now too. This is to be ever more cryptic about some things. I know, I know… you’re thinking , Dude we have no clue what you’re talking about most of the time anyway there is no need to be more cryptic.

Well that may be true and while I think my metaphors and cryptic speak is a thin veil at times and can easily be deciphered. Perhaps not … still caution is the watch word about some topics.

I’ll figure it out soon. I suppose what baffles me more is that why people look at something that works and then decide that I have a better way to do this and then rather than discuss this with those who know just plunge forward. This makes about as much sense as setting fire to the house to get rid of the dirt.

Poison in the air is the best way I can say it. There is no way to avoid it, you’ll die eventually. Then those who can effect change only see the symptoms of the disease and entrust the ill equipped to cure the problem. As in you don’t put a band-aid on an arterial wound. It just doesn’t work. Oh perhaps see why is it that everyone is bleeding to degrees but they are all arterial wounds. However the only thing anyone is looking at is large pools of blood and not what is causing them. Even if you stop the bleeding here and there it’s just a matter of time before the cause or the disease strikes again and kills the 20th and beyond in an extremely short time span.

I digress I’m infected by this poison and I can not stand it, yet the doctors aren’t any better equipped to deal with the problem or interested. Perhaps I need to change doctors … yeah I think it’s time to change doctors.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Ouch...you're on my hair...

Exploring the world of Youtube, I’ve found some pretty amazing things, funny things, odd things, and just bad things.

However, expression is what it is just like this is my expression. I have the right to say what I think and those of the generation behind me have the right to post their videos of their self expression. What really made me ponder was the seething hatred that people seem to have toward some people who post on line.

It really makes me sad that we can’t allow people the right to express themselves, even if they don’t do it well. Just like me.

While everyone is not as funny as everyone else or as original, still they don't deserve hate, death threats and other negativity strewn endlessly at them. I mean what is the point? If you just ignore it, it still does no harm and even if one person enjoys it or it serves some form of release for the person who is creating the Vlog or blog in my case.

Now I know that many people support their negative comments by the argument that they open the door by placing the vlog or blog in the public domain to any feed back positive or negative. While I do agree with the reasoning,, I disagree with right to be uncivilized in posting negative feedback. Telling someone that they don’t have the right to express themselves or that they should die because they have or some other comment that is only made to be hurtful is wrong. You may even say that I have lost my mind or that I’m just a bleeding heart and those with no talent should not do things which invite comments which may hurt their feeling. If you can’t take the heat stay out of the kitchen logic.

I disagree and as I’ve always said that while you may be right in your critique of the person, the peter rabbit principle is a better way to go. That is if you don’t have anything nice to say then it is better to just not to say anything. Or to make your own vlog or blog and explain why you don’t like the other opinion, approach, or what ever, but still making personal attacks just makes you seem petty.

By all means a good rant is therapeutic but rant responsibly. Notice how I didn’t say that those leaving the negative comments were for example;

[ just a bunch of mam-bee pam-bee troglodytes living in their parent’s basement and work at the gas n sip or video barn (if they have a job at all) and think that because they own every issue dark horse has ever published that they are somehow superior to the rest of humanity. Hello you live in a basement and you quit using the black light early in your adolescent years because it… well you know, and the closest thing you have to a relationship is … is… ok I got nothing there because I don’t think there is a word in the English language to describe someone so pathetic. ]

See that is just mean and if I were to say something like that would make me look like a bully. So if you dislike something you see/ read is it really worth your time to be ugly about it? Perhaps the better thing to do is just let it alone.

Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,