Thursday, May 23, 2013

Thoughts, Stories and Other Stuff

Originally I had listed all my reasons for blogging.  It seemed important at the time.  But like a lot of things, time gives clarity so I've decided to dispense with that and get to the real stuff.  That said, I still want to list the reasons so I'm moving them to the bottom of this page.

Organization is as follows:
paragraph or less (listed below)
more than a paragraph (pages)
my other blogs

Thursday, June 27, 2013
Last week at the Tiki Hut, Carol posted her Friday's Top 10 things she most often ran out of.  Here is my Top 10.  Please don't come and get me NSA.  I'm building a bomb that will blast me into the future.  I think I will like it there.

10.  fertilizer
9.   gasoline
8.   detonators
7.   pipes
6.   scraps of metal
5.   drums
4.   dynamite
3.   blasting caps
2.   chants

And the number 1 thing I run out of most often?
1.  Mental Health Facilities.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013
No idea where Edward Snowden is now.  I don't really keep up.  I know why he left China.  A Spartacus moment would have been hard to pull off there.  He should stay in Russia.  With funny little glasses, a dull razor and a heavy coat of PreparationH applied to the face of voluteer Russians, many could pass.  Of course other strategies could be employed in Ecuador.  I don't mean this as a put down of Snowden.  I suspect his motives were not as pure as the driven snow but who among us wants to be spied on?

Sunday, June 23, 2013
As goatherd learns by goat, so writer learns by wrote.  This is not the exact quote from John Muir but it is close.  I got to thinking about this quote today when I saw the word used in a blog I was reading.  If any of you have experience with goats, you know there are few places they won't try to investigate and very few things they won't try to eat.  I've seen them on tops of buildings and gnawing at tin cans.  This is a lot like us bloggers.  We don't graze in fenced in pastures but instead tackle the vines and briers on the fence row and all along the roadway.  We make all kinds of mistakes.  Why shouldn't we?  Trying to get at the tender green shoots of vines and briers is a tricky business.

Friday, June 21, 2013
Superman is who I aspire to be; Clark Kent is who I fear I am.  Really though, I just want to fly.  I don't care so much about fighting super villains.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013
If you don't want to be disappointed in what people do, then don't trust your feelings, trust their actions.

Sunday, June 2, 2013
I guess everyone's mind is like this - endlessly wandering - touching on the trivial, the mundane and the profound and giving equal time to each.  Okay, not everyone's mind, this is how mine works, I have no idea how yours works.  Anyway for some reason, maybe because of the blogs I read today, I was thinking about funny epitaphs and it occurred to me that I actually knew a Lester Moore.  He was good guy.  I should look up his tombstone and see what it says.  I'm pretty sure it won't say - no les, no moore.

Saturday, June 1, 2013
It rained today.  I like when it rains - very beautiful, it varnishes the world.  Also, fun to play in, more so if you can go barefoot.  However, Leo hates it.  I opened the door to let him out, he stepped out, whined, turned around and came back in.  This process was repeated several times.  Before long the rain slacked enough for him to venture out onto the deck and into the yard.  I watched.  He only went far enough to go potty.  Then he wanted back in.  Since I moved the litter box into the bathroom he won't use it anymore.  No idea what's up with that.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Attempting to do anything when you are exhausted, other than watch TV, is doomed - maybe not to failure but at least mediocrity.  It is a good time though to watch that thing (e.g. The Artist), you've been putting off.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013
I saw a friend today in the grocery store today.  I had not seen her in quite awhile and as we caught up she asked if I'm still single.  When I said yes, that I didn't think I would ever marry again, she said if something happened to her marriage she wouldn't either.  This is far from the first married person, male or female who has told me that.  I wonder if marriage is really an unnatural state for humans?  Perhaps "unnatural" is not a well chosen word but it will suffice.  We humans get bored even with the people we love.  It might take a long time but we do get bored and a lifetime is a long time.

Saturday, May 25, 2013
Unquestionably, Jeff Probst is a great host for Survivor.  Speaking of which, sometimes I love it, sometimes hate it and sometimes don't bother watching.  There is a terrific podcast interview with Probst by one of those podcast guys (ask in comments and I'll look it up).  It is what prompted me to watch Probst's day time show.  The show was filled with trivialities and the problem is his trivialities are not my trivialities.  He seems never at a loss for something to say but as a TV host, he's a one trick pony.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013
As I was listening to Alison Krauss sing "I'll Fly Away," my thinking was when I fly away, it will be on a winged horse - possibly bio-engineered, possibly robotic, but a winged horse nevertheless.

Thursday, May 23, 2013
I read somewhere, think it was Ben Best's site, that once man has conquered aging, the median life span is expected to be 25,000 years.  Judging by my current progress in Blender that won't be long enough.

I like writing.

Several years ago I became interested in genealogy and put quite a lot of time and effort into it before my interest waned.  The reason I lost interest is I reached a point in my research where there were no more stories - in fact nothing except names and dates and who they married.  How good it would be if I could visit a website and read what my great grand fathers thought about.    Likely it was sex judging from the number of children they produced but still...  It occurred to me the same could be true of my life at some point in time assuming there's anyone around who gives a damn.

The third reason is cryonics.  I'm planning on having my body cryonically preserved if science does not end mortality as we know it before the owl calls my name.  Since the most optimistic estimate I've seen of this is 2040, I'll probably hear the owl.

No one knows how successful a cryonic preservation will be, my body might be lost at some point or I might be revived with only partial awareness of who I am.  Whether for descendants or to fill in the gaps of a damaged memory, this blog should be of some use.