Now I know why I used to say that, and what it hid.
Some easy tricks with Windows that only started with the neat Program List.
I’ve been writing almost frantically for about a month. I’m recapturing about 40 years worth of notes and thought, none of which could ever be shared because the words were lacking in the English language. The concepts are either too simple (most likely) or too complicated (possible) for most people to begin to comprehend. Then again according to the theory itself this would have to be true. It actually is a theory in that I have made predictions about various things and then investigated to see whether I was correct or incorrect in the predictions.
I was incorrect, for instance, in predicting a social breakdown in the United States in 2012 due to growing enforced economic disparity which had become too glaringly evident to be hidden. Rather than that, there is the panoply of glowing veils and Japanese Room Separators, along with the CGI-gifted Virtual Imagery of our increasingly ideal world (that of, that is, images of others rather than the bothersome reality; our dross transformed to gold; our goals personified in mythical creatures created by Photoshop and our own desperate need to be deceived…
Over 90% of the U.S. population lives in cities. Big cities. They are fascinated by the concept of being able to survive in the woods (that they call wilderness). They are so fascinated by the wild that they actually think they can have beasts of prey as pets, take no special care with them and deal with them entirely bereft of any understanding (of anything, perhaps)–and expect to survive. These are the ones who brandish weapons (instead of using them) and are surprised when doing so has made them vulnerable. They are so fascinated by death and war they burst into colleges, schools for near-infants and shopping malls–so that they can kill without any probable fear of hurt to themselves. [Most of them don’t think that they could survive boot camp, which is why they take the coward’s route.] Note that they’re usually correct in thinking that, as well.
The media has transformed them. It wasn’t the government, as Orwell and many others thought. The government in the U.S. is pretty well a product of the people and our lack of will. Those who truly govern us, hidden on boards if visible at all, owners (if you merely look at the balance of registered wealth, as many have now) of most of the game…do so only because we allow them to do so. If all the governed are dead, there are no governors. Nor are there firearms with infinite magazines.
What I am writing toward is a version of ‘the truth’, not that I think that is something to be expressed in terms of language as most of us know it. [That is why I am a zen Buddhist.] Wish me luck. I simply haven’t energy to keep up with the rest.
That–the writing part, that is–is what I’ve been doing. Not e-mail, which I increasingly regard with dubiety (since it’s impersonal almost without exception) nor cruising the net. My cat is even feeling neglected.
One part of writing is that soldier (or whatever participant and in whatever War) who is lost within it–confused within that very common problem we orphans have of finding any sort of identity. Note I didn’t say “combined” nor did I mean to do so.
I’m also working toward publishing poetry for the first time in forty years. It’s daunting to start.
I’m also considering if I should try for college especially since given the statistics I shouldn’t hope for a whole lot longer. However, the company would be nice and would distract me nicely me from the constant pain.
The painkillers will never increase in this country. I bet I can’t leave this country unless I divorce my wife or she’s dead. She has finally said differently, but it would be very hard for her. Going to Canada would also mean leaving my cat in one way or another I’m rather sure. Since she’s crushed if I go for too long a drive, it would mean putting her to sleep. 14 years is a long time for a pet, and I think she’s earned her place.
As far as the pain goes, well, it’s more than I can stand. Now think about that, and my alternatives.
Wish me luck.
Ever wonder how much Facebook is tracking you? This isn’t so much to answer that question (it’s quite a bit) as to…prevent it from happening. That makes it easy to answer and a number I can easily understand. Seems to work, too. By the way, that one isn’t that I’m paranoid (I officially am) as that it’s pretty well open news that Facebook tracks you. For your own good, of course. Or something.
This is a nice short one. One of the very first and I meant the very first means of communicating on the Internet after those cursed bulletin boards was Prodigy, which is unmentioned in Wikipedia and the like. Those delightful people reserved unto themselves the right and chore to peer through your e-mails to make sure there was nothing objectionable (nor, I’m sure, salacious, and I’m sure too that hankies came with the job, pun intended thankee). Users (I was a user) agreed to it. They might terminate your rights to usage if you didn’t…do whatever. Not excite them too much. It was over 20 years ago, after all.
You guys have little worries about privacy? Geeze.