The ship in Close Encounters was a Triumph 323. The five-note tune? The captain’s phone kept ringing. His wife is a real piece of work.
What if every planet was inhabited or at least every solar system. They’re all playing a form of hide-and-go-seek with us as it. We glimpse them when they slip up and appear. There’s like billions of inhabited worlds, all within reach of Earth and they sometimes send people here, like vacations, but they get stuck here and forget that they’re aliens. Except in moments of distress.
We live in a world of information. At times it seems that information about almost any object, event or person can be culled from the Internet. How do we separate truth from untruth in a digital age, where search engines can be tricked with metadata.
Yeah, I’ve got six-pack abs, but they’re all six-packs.
Focus plus attention. Duration and focus. The view is sustained and all barriers are gone.
POV swings around.
“There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.”
Martin Luther King Jr.
This is worse than Pearl Harbor, worse than 9/11. A few wealthy white men have pulled off the ultimate bloodless coup, from the inside.
My brand of socialism would be something like this: ten-year old kid is great at the violin and he loves it. He should get free lessons for life.
Asked by someone who should’ve known that info
The one thing we must laser focus on is the right to vote. Anyone turned away from a polling place is everyone.
There are a great many laws in place in our country that restrict some groups’ right to vote. The absurdity of voter fraud has propelled many a state house into the red.
We must overturn every law that unfairly prevents a citizen from casting a ballot.
Is it too Machiavellian to guide our children in pursuing that which they’re naturally talented but also enjoy?
Subtle clues could help a trained eye recognize skills in a child and feed that skill to see if she responds in joy. Maybe she sucks at sports but loves baseball? Coaching? If Ralph is bad at math, but he’s great when you need something lifted, he shouldn’t be in middle-management.
No one guided me. I know that I’m still in charge but wonder what my life would have been like if someone guided me.
Actually, one did and I didn’t follow. Dusty Rhodes, great name, saw that I enjoyed doing sound work for community plays and bought me used books on the subject. I was a teen and probably should have listened but I was focused on music and girls.
Poland during the 16th and 17th Century was known as paradisus Iudaeorum, Latin for “Paradise of the Jews.” 90% of Polish Jewry perished in The Holocaust. Tell me there’s no irony in that.
I Saw Her Standing There. Runnin’ with the Devil. Break On Through (To the Other Side).
Which path does the story take? The wildly imaginary or the down to earth realism? We can spot the difference in a heartbeat. A guy doesn’t just burst out in song, for one thing.
At what point does the safety of the society override someone’s competence? Should we be able to force someone to take their meds? For people who end up in asylums, that’s an override. Who makes that decision?
No one has the right to kill and eat another living being, unless it is to ensure their own survival.
That does leave the door open to cannibals, though.
Joe Biden mentioned a Moonshot for cancer that he and Obama are backing: money towards bringing all of the together the disparate research findings and pool them for IBM to parse.
The sharing of info for the greater good is essential in a just society, at least when it comes to people’s lives.
And truth: these are the facts and it shows what methods are most successful and which are not. No bullshit.
That can either mean I hit someone or can guide us safely.
“If you don’t stop, you’ll get the back of my hand.”
“Don’t worry, I know this area like the back of my hand.”
Think of people who fervently believe that Hitler’s failure was a tragedy. He should have won, they insist.
These are the people who are in control of most of the world.
It keeps coming back to me; its the ideal existence for dogs. Nobody hurting them, saved from death, lots of land to run and friends to play with. A no-kill dog shelter. I want any unwanted dog; in fact, the byline would be “no more unwanted dogs.”
At some point, we have to get off the treadmill and stop supporting the bullshit. The $8 plaid shirt at Walmart, for one thing. Outrageous wealth to a handful of people, who were born into wealth. Substandard living conditions for the maker and seller of the shirt.
We must stop supporting this.
Both of my grandmothers died in childbirth. Never thought of it that way, but it says a lot: the healthcare at the time and what it did to the surviving family, especially the widower.
I was just thinking that I missed drawing my dad’s experiences out. He fought in WW2. He talked about it but I wasn’t interested at the time. Now, of course, I am.
I told Nancy that I’d feel justified in saying that spending the rest of my life talking to my dad. A good way to end my life. Good story idea, too.
A friend used to say “always use the right tool for the job.” This when I used a putty knife as a flat blade screwdriver; ruined the putty knife.
Aren’t we all either the right tool or the wrong tool for the job? Don’t you know someone who’s in a relationship where one of them is the flat blade screwdriver while the other is a Phillips?
Have you tried to tighten a flat blade screw with a Phillips screwdriver? Have you tried with your thumbnail? If you can move it along without breaking the nail.
So maybe I’m just the Phillips screwdriver and you’re a flat blade screw. That’s ok. We don’t all have to match.
Be one of few who can bring the necessities to themselves. Not just surviving but thriving.
For those more likely to stay at home than go out to clubs or other fun places, advertising is the way to go. They love the gimmicks, the burst of laughter amongst a group of happy people, and fall for everything: diamonds are a girl’s best friend, after all (or so they tell you).
They’ll buy almost anything, even an election that was obviously manipulated (there, this post officially enters me into a surveillance process, of some kind), by the FBI, the media and, oh, a lot of rich people who have sculpted us to the form we now possess.
They’re smarter than us, after all, or at least better educated, and thrive on our weaknesses. Literally. Our fears, our devotions, and they wrap it all into sound bytes and feed it to us. And we eat it all up. ‘Please, sir, I want some more.’
To admit that we’re just as bad as in Dickens’ time is not an overstatement. Income inequity is way past what is was in even in the worsts of time. Animals, caged or free, are dying way too fast.
It’s amazing that we let them get away with it and in some cases rejoice in it. “Yes, I’m like them and wear their clothes” or “me, too.” ” I hate that woman.”
It’s amazing the damage done. A verified molester and con man validates all the wrong people. Anti-anyone else’s right, neo Nazis, bigots. I’m afraid.
“There’s so much rain here that the poop blends in with the mud; I thought of calling it either moop or pud and settled on pud.”
Her hand went to her mouth but she couldn’t stop the giggle.
Nervously, “Yeah, it’s a blended word, you know, a…”
“I get it.” Pause. “What’s your name?”
He shot a glance at her. “Riley.”
“Hi, Riley, I’m Jenn.”
“Hi.” He returned to his pud.
“My dad hallucinated,” Riley began. “He’d see me as Batman.”
Scene: son is strutting, listening to music while working in the house but we see him as Batman because that’s how the father sees him.
“I don’t know; why’d he hallucinate, you know?”
“Anyway, he was nuts and I guess I am, too.” He started to walk away.
“Hey, everybody’s crazy, right?” Laughing. “I am.”
“Well, we’re in the right place, I guess.”