To write, perchance to dream

February 26, 2017

President Trump is Mr. M. Burns

Filed under: my Liturgy, Observations — Tags: , , — work in progress @ 3:10 am

I will propose that President Trump is Mr. Burns incarnate by the flesh. Since this is a spiritual transfer, its not going to be a one for one identical image. Burns is 2 dimensional and President Trump is 1 dimensional. Regardless, there are some facets that are common to both.

Neither one is very into technological tools or has the propensity to use them. Burns uses a ticker, has never been seen to type or handle electronic devices. Except when he had girlfriend. President Trump says he doesn’t email or know to use a a computer. Courier only.  But that does make him a hard target. There is the Blackberry device, but let it be caveat, not a definite stop in the process.

Next is the gestures between the two blokes. One uses his fingers like he is tasting fine wine or emphasizes his point of non sequitur. Monty has his steeple made of both hands while giving his catchphrase.  If only the President would have stick to one with a sinister tone then the point would be moot.

Trump == Burns < (Burns: style, wit and Smithers)

But the President does have a bromance with Putin. Go figure.


September 30, 2016

Suiting up each mornin

Filed under: my Liturgy, Observations, randomness — work in progress @ 7:39 am

So each morning, I try to say ‘blue sky’. This is the positive to start the day. Does it work?
I think it does.

Then when I get to work, I think about bout putting on armor of light ice blue, full, flourished helmet, with an Aztec shield of an eagle. Really spiffy.  Proud and defiant it is.

I have to considering with who I work with. But I can only control myself. So I do and I try. I leave the area better than when I came in the morning. Nothing more, nothing less. I try to learn something everyday to keep the mind active. I read and do, meditate in the morning and avoid junk food, mostly. I keep looking forward to the exit strategy made in the nebulous conscious because there has to be a  back up plan A, B, C…. Seasons change as I age, time finds me looking ahead and haunted by the past because I feel like the mistakes outnumber the wins. Eventually all those images get dimmed when I go to sleep at night, the demons will sometimes come out but mostly they get ignored. I am tool old, too tired and don’t have time for them. Instead I dream of different things, people, family, cats and storms. Then I do it again, again, again, again, again, forever and ever, rest in peace.

September 25, 2016

As of Fall 2016

Filed under: my Liturgy — work in progress @ 4:49 am

I choose not to take any classes this semester. I made a good choice. Things are better now and I hope to be here more. I am older, not so naive and have more pain in my bones. I think I know who I am but it is a struggle. So much I want to do but my friend told me to focus so I am trying. I have goals and a clever plan. So maybe today, I can say I accomplished something. I have changed since 2010 when this blog started and now I continue to walk a path that is mine. If anything, I have become more compassionate and cry more because time is limited. I know, feel, see and hear it moving towards the transition.  When I review in a year, will I still be writing or somewhere else? I do not know.

Start of Fall 2016

Filed under: my Liturgy — work in progress @ 4:26 am

I have returned.

So long, so much older. My yard is much nicer, garden needs to recover. Doing projects and getting organized. Lego is still here, have lots of ideas.

June 9, 2011

end in mind.

Filed under: my Liturgy — work in progress @ 9:05 am

I was told and informed to begin a frame as to my ideas.  So I begin with these ideas.

Culture wars, hyper technology mixed transport.  Invasive ideas to closed loop societies.  Thaw and hot idegenous ideas, possible aversion to violence leading to despair and lost older generations. Warfare beyond physics to allure and intangible ideas. Form with and eluding shape with words and acutal thought.  Groups not of thugs but of blank, no mentality but programmed by habit.

Mosty rambles but its all ether at this point. I don’t undestand the direction but like i was told, start. So it begins.

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