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Not Quite a Stream


I have been beavering away at some dialog and working on the plot hook for the overall story.

Lately I have been thinking about the overall story arc of the original books written in the twenties and thirties that defined the entire Cthulhu mythos.  I am also re-examining the story arc and hooks of the Haliverse.  Makes for some interesting pondering let me add.  

Mostly I have been thinking about the ending of the overall series in “Arkham” and realizing how the whole drum-circle hippie love-in nature of the ending kinda pissed me off.  

So right now I am reading some of the off-flavors of stories set in “Lovecraft Country” and getting a feel for the “horror” aspect of the characters and storylines of the original stories.  I think that (other than the last page or two in Arkham) JMG did a wonderful thing by telling a story and turning a mythos on its head.  But I am starting to think that I maybe want to tell a story about what happens when the gods that JMG turned into a set of benevolent plush toys turn out to be less “friendly” than those portrayed by JMG in his series.

I suppose that I am pondering that maybe a book about being careful of what you ask for might be in the cards.  

Just to make certain that everyone is certain, I have a very fond place in my heart for the Haliverse.  JMG did a great job with it and I am fond of it.  But real-world events here in the land o’ the free have led me to believe that belief systems have both good and bad attached to them.  

I think that several times in the books, JMG had characters state that the Gods really don’t care that much for humans and that they pursue their own goals for their own purposes.   I suppose that I am quite aware of that state of mind in the real world.

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Been chatting with my sister about Lent lately.  Old people talking about the meaning of things and the perspectives of the world.  Since it is that time of the year (e.g. Lent, Great Lent, Ramadan) our discussions center around the origins and meaning of the various fasts that litter the religious faiths here in the world of monotheism.

Growing up a Catholic, I am most familiar with Lent.  To tell you the truth, at the time, my Lenten routine was, as they say, “for show and not for dough”.  For some reason I like the cross of ashes on my forehead, it set me apart and let me thumb my nose at the Mormons that ran the place.  But truthfully, while I listened to Sister Anna Rita (who had me completely terrorized) I swore off candy or some other disposable frippery and then proceeded to forswear the oath within days.  Such is life.

A couple of years ago, a friend at work who is a pretty devout Muslim piqued my interest about Ramadan.  I began to follow the rules of Ramadan with a couple of exceptions.  I still drank water, and I still drank coffee during the day.  I didn’t eat before sunrise and I ate after the sun went down at my apartment.  I refer to this as “Infidel Ramadan”.

But lately I have been thinking about the historical abstentions that are present in almost every faith.  I spent some time thinking about this kind of thing and chatting with Sis and I went out and did some looking about.

Lent in the New Testament

Today, Lent is connected with the 40-day fast that Jesus undergoes (Mark 1:13; Matthew 4:1–11; Luke 4:1–13). Mark tells us that Jesus was tempted by Satan, but it is in Matthew and Luke that the details of the temptation are fleshed out. All three accounts say that Jesus went without food for the 40 days.

Rules Per Saint Thomas Aquinas for Lent:

  1. Ash Wednesday and Good Friday were “black fasts.” These consisted of taking only one meal per day of bread, water, and herbs, after sunset.

  2. Other days of Lent: no food until 3pm, the hour of Our Lord’s death. Water was allowed, and as was the case for the time due to sanitary concerns, watered-down beer and wine. After the advent of tea and coffee, these beverages were permitted.

  3. No animal meats or fats.

  4. No eggs.

  5. No dairy products (lacticinia) – that is, eggs, milk, cheese, cream, butter, etc.

 


 

Ramadan in the Quran

183. O you who believe! Fasting is prescribed for you, as it was prescribed for those before you, that you may become righteous.

184. For a specified number of days. But whoever among you is sick, or on a journey, then a number of other days. For those who are able: a ransom of feeding a needy person. But whoever volunteers goodness, it is better for him. But to fast is best for you, if you only knew.

185. Ramadan is the month in which the Quran was revealed. Guidance for humanity, and clear portents of guidance, and the Criterion. Whoever of you witnesses the month, shall fast it. But whoever is sick, or on a journey, then a number of other days. God desires ease for you, and does not desire hardship for you, that you may complete the number, and celebrate God for having guided you, so that you may be thankful.

186. And when My servants ask you about Me, I Am near; I answer the call of the caller when he calls on Me. So let them answer Me, and have faith in Me, that they may be rightly guided.

187. Permitted for you is intercourse with your wives on the night of the fast. They are a garment for you, and you are a garment for them. God knows that you used to betray yourselves, but He turned to you and pardoned you. So approach them now, and seek what God has ordained for you, and eat and drink until the white streak of dawn can be distinguished from the black streak. Then complete the fast until nightfall. But do not approach them while you are in retreat at the mosques. These are the limits of God, so do not come near them. God thus clarifies His revelations to the people, that they may attain piety.

Ramadan rules:

abstaining from: 

  • food, 

  • drink, 

  • and sexual relations 

from before the first light of dawn until the setting of the sun.

Current Thoughts

I am probably more comfortable with Ramadan on a technical basis. Sura 2 lays things out pretty straightforwardly and simply states that fasting is good for you.

Lent is a different story.  The council of Nicea came up with the idea in 325 AD and it stuck.  There is no real biblical reference saying why you should do this thing. So who knows the reason that it came around.  I have a hunch it was a work-around for the hungry times in an agricultural society when winter was over and the new crops were planted but in no way ready for harvest.  The idea of fasting when there wasn’t a lot of food around probably helped the peasants a lot in both a spiritual manner and in the means of extending meager stocks.  

I think that this is the way that I am going to look at this in this particular year.  I don’t think that the lessons learned are that different from those being espoused by the Christian and the Islamic tradition.  Fasting is good for you, it does provide for a spiritual insight when practiced…but I do believe that fasting reminds us of that most important belief, that we are part of a system and we have to deal with the ups and downs that the system throws at us.  

Other Religions have fasting periods that I am just plowing through now, I am going to pose a question to JMG on Monday and get his take on this kind of thing for Druids and anyone else he knows about.

Salt Mines

Aug. 31st, 2021 06:13 am
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Modernismo / Mario Zanini/ Paisagem com riacho


Back at work today.  I do appreciate one part of the daily grind.  If I use public transportation and walk between stops. I manage to get a minimum of around 8,000 steps a day in.  I have to work out a little dab of self-discipline where I get that level of exercise every day.  I should probably work on the process of raising that average to around 10,000 because God likes round numbers.

 I’m still a little cringe-ey at the idea of going in today.  I am hoping against drama, but my futurevision tells me that isn’t going to be the case.  Gotta steel myself against the probability of fuckupedness.  

Home life kinda blows.  The cancer wind is blowing through the family and things are sucking hard there.  I will be there and help wherever I can help, but these kinds of things have a trajectory of their own and are going to do what they are going to do.  One of the hardest things to do is to just soldier on.  Helluva note that at my age I still need to be a good example.  

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New Realism (American Realism) / Edward Hopper/ Early Sunday Morning


Beautiful Saturday, sucking down a pot of tea and relaxing.  Spent some time paying bills and analyzing the spreadsheet that governs my next 62 weeks.  At this point, things still appear to be a “go”.

Today’s little life lesson is setting up a system for distilling.  Just to keep everyone up to date, August is the four year anniversary of my purchase of one of these.

So after weinieing around for these past four years, I have worked out a pretty fair production system.  Now, for a serious drinker, this system won’t work.  The time commitments and the lead times will put most folks off.  

You start with the idea that you are limited to one gallon of wash.  That one gallon of wash will yield one quart of 100 proof stripper.  Now, here comes the blackest of heresies:  If you are one of those folks who claim that they can taste the subtleties of the grains used in the wash in the final product four years later, I will assume that you are a pretentious fuck who has watched far too damn many episodes of Martha Stewart.

So, a sugar wash it is.  Get yourself a pot that can hold two (2) pounds of cane sugar and as close to four quarts of water as possible.  Weigh out two pounds of cane sugar, half a teaspoon of yeast nutrient (1), half a teaspoon of yeast energizer (2) and fill up (QS) to three quarts total volume of liquid.   Bring the liquid up to 170℉.  Now, some folks ask me why I don’t boil.  Well, truth be told, I am not trying to sterilize, I am just trying to reduce the bioburden to give the yeast a running start.  

When the sugar wash you have now created is cooled to around 80℉, pour it into a one-gallon glass jar (mine is a repurposed pepper jar) with a hole in the top and a band-aid covering the hole (band aids work super well for keeping cooties out and still allowing air exchange). If you need to, add water to the jar to fill it up to around an inch from the top.

Add distillers yeast.  I use rum yeast, because I have always used rum yeast.  

Now you get to wait two weeks while the yeastie-beasties chew up the sugar. 

I’ll write more when this initial fermentation is complete.

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  1. Yeast nutrient blends typically contain a mix of trace elements and important molecules including inorganic nitrogen, organic nitrogen, zinc, phosphates and some other stuff that helps yeast grow and complete fermentation.

  2. Yeast Energizer is not the same as a nutrient. Please don't use the lingo or products interchangeably because you can damage your yeast. Energizers are indeed nutrient blends, but typically contain components such as diammonium phosphate, yeast hulls, magnesium sulfate, vitamin B complexes, and tricalcium phosphate.  Please be aware that diammonium phosphate (DAP) is toxic to yeast in high concentrations, so be censorious in selecting a nutrient blend for use in starters or at pitching that does not contain DAP. Use DAP-containing nutrients (aka "energizers") in subsequent nutrient feedings (@ 24hrs, 36hrs,



 

Paysage

Jul. 3rd, 2021 08:22 am
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Impressionism / Henri Matisse/ Paysage Des Environs De Toulouse, Le Pont Des Demoiselles

Back in the long ago, early nineties, I went through a kinda modified midlife crisis and me and the mother of my children moved to a tiny town in Eastern Washington where she ran a clinic and I became the City Planner.  

Odd state of affairs, but Republic is a small town with a history of weirdness and I fit in.  The ex didn’t and that took us off on another set of adventures.  But as part of the process of planning was writing grants and getting funded to study things.  It was how I paid my bills and how the City paid me.  The powers that be were amused by the paltry sums being requested, the remoteness of the city, and the things that I proposed to study.  Since the sitting Speaker of the US House of Representatives was our congresscritter, lots of my paltry requests got funded.  

One of the studies was recycling and waste management.  Another was eclectic power analysis and overall energy requirements.  Six month’s of study each, turn in a report that got filed somewhere and assiduously ignored.  I didn’t care.  It was as close to an academic position as I ever cared to get.

Anyhoo, the energy study was where I came to the gospel of peak oil.  I spent some time smoking dope behind the maintenance shed (My office was down with the roads crew until the fire department got their new building) and running though numbers on gasoline, diesel, electricity, mileage estimated, manufacturing costs, the entire gamut of transportation and electrical draw.

What it all worked out was that the city could survive pretty well and grow 10% with just the electrical feed that came through a single line coming over the pass. But then the copper ridge fire wiped out 20,000 or so acres and threatened the hell out of that single line. But that is another story.

As part and parcel of the study, I threw in a spreadsheet analysis of the costs and needs of replacing the gasoline/diesel with electric vehicles.  Even then the costs and physical requirements blew my mind.  The costs of making the cars was about the same as best I could figure.  The sales costs would be higher, but the real tickler was that there simply wasn’t enough power generated in the USA to replace all the fossil fuel vehicles with electric.  I can’t remember the exact number I came up with, but the country would have to build around 2000 nuclear power plants to provide ½ the energy equivalents of electricity in order to fuel the shiny new electric vehicles. 

I can’t imagine that I was more than a half order of magnitude off.  When you start playing with these kinds of numbers, the constraints are pretty well defined.  

What I am saying here point blank is that the car culture in the USA is terminal.  Oil isn’t going to get more plentiful. There isn’t enough electricity for a multi-vehicle family unit.  

Welcome to Cuba.

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Quickie today. I overslept so I will be driving in instead of being a responsible public transportation kind of guy.

Trying to just chill today. Teaching the NP's how to make a trembling step into the 21st century.

Just waiting
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Well, dang if I didn't sleep in past eight.  I am trying such a thing out and it looks positive from here.  Woke up at five courtesy of a bladder, but managed to wander back into dreamland.

Work yesterday was not notable except for childishness and self absorption by supposedly skilled professionals.

Today is annual disbursement of large denomination bills (known colloquially as "birthdays") to the elder and small bills to the ex's final.  Get to see the family and do the expected. 

Gonna try for another thousand words today when I get home post the above-mentioned festivity. 


Screed:

So today's thought are drifting toward Tarot Cards.  Now, if there is a dicey bit of divination, these here cards kinda take the cake.  But I tend to think that there is something there.  Don't know why.  Might be because I have a soft-spot in my heart for batty old women who use these to fleece unwitting customers.

Since I am attaching my current writing project, remora-like, to the writings of Goodman Greer, I am thinking about giving these thing another go.  But I am not very fond of the rote methodologies taught in books.   Seems a bit forced and seems to channel thought in a non-useful manner. 

So I am going to noodle around with the cards.  I am kinda done with the Celtic Spread.  Doesn't seem that useful.  I think that I will noodle around with the three-card spread. 


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It is turning into a strange kind of Holiday/Christmas season.  It seems that the rituals spinning folks up into a purchasing frenzy and random displays of bonhomie just aren't working that well this year.  I half lost it during Thanksgiving.  That ritual has become particularly stale.  Christmas appears to be shaping up the same way.  

I am thinking about just saying the hell with it, Everybody gets a $50, Everybody gets some cookies.  Maybe I will bake and prepare stuff instead of buying stuff.


Screed

I suppose that if I were a normal blogger, I would have enough confidence and arrogance that, due to the amazing nature of my insights, I would want folks to send me money randomly.  Nice Idea, and I suppose that if my thoughts were good enough, people would be willing to do such a mad thing. 

I see this all the time, I read some pretty good stuff out there, but there really isn't that much of it that I feel is worth the $$.  Most of it is rants and echoes.  As I go into the time of the year where I stay home a lot, I have to stay away from these folks.  The folks that write seem to think that their words have power. 

I suppose that as far as habits and hobbies go, blogging is pretty innocuous.  But I think that when one starts to think that one is developing sufficient oomph that folks should pay you for your troubles, well, I am kinda thinking that is the sign of a process well into failure. 

I really don't expect anyone to listen to me here.  Mostly it is a convenient diary.  If I get the occasional comment, so much the better.  But most of my writing is just an outlet to help keep me sane.  Now that I am thinking about writing a book (thanks Mike for doing the legwork on the Kindle thing) I will put a price on that, but to ask folks to pay you for their efforts to tell you how to think is not a huge selling item. 

So, while I do remember sending JMG some $$ once, I think that from here on in I will just buy his books.  While I tend to think that his writings are probably worthy of coin than the vast bulk of sites out there, but it is still kind of a pay me to tell you how to think thing.  I am working on the logic behind that whole process.



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I think that I might be onto something with how I store the music that I will be taking with me.  Spent the morning yesterday comfortably baked and starting to rip the CD's that I have on hand onto the laptop using Rhythmbox and Ogg Vorbis.  They sound pretty good on the little speaker and the earbuds. 

So, getting back to the 37 month principle, If I spend time every couple of days ripping CD's, I will probably have a shit ton of music on hard drives to listen to.  I will be visiting friends during the next couple of years, all of whom have CD collections, if I bring my laptop to the visit and ""play" them while visiting, I will get a couple of CD's a month this way of music that I haven't picked out out or bought. 

Right now I have 94 songs and 7:03 hours of music, this takes up 338 mb of disk space.  I figure to create a couple of backup DVD's and have a couple of external hard drives with my data.  I thing that If I manage to rip 2000 songs, I will have sufficient music for my dotage.


Screed

I am amused by what the other countries of the world must think of us.  We haven't had much in the way of a foreign policy for decades and act like buffoons.  Now, my spittle-flecked friends might just take a little umbrage at the next statement, but they are so deep into hating the asshat that they cant see straight whenever someone suggests that he is nothing bu the latest in a long line of dipshits that have had their ideas tainted by imperial Washington. 

Now I will grant that the Fuckwad in Chief's ideas don't quite measure up.  But truthfully, there isn't much wiggle room on the downside of the curve that he landed in.  The issues that he so painfully fails at dealing with appear to me to be predicaments, not problems.  Problems have solutions that can be implemented to achieve an desired outcome.  Predicaments are situations where there isn't a path to the desired outcome.

I still feel sorry for the poor schmuck.  Imperial Washington ain't a place for him.  Trump is schooled in the shallow depths of self-promotion and New York real estate.  His life is a balance sheet filled with accounting tricks and lawyers and the rich sucking the rich.  He is in a different culture now that despises his ilk and they are making his life miserable. 

Not that he doesn't deserve it mind you, but getting rid of the Fuckwad most certainly won't change the predicament we are in. 

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Vincent Van Gogh:  Landscape with House and Ploughman

Heading in to the last day at work before leaving for what I argue is a well deserved break.  I have actually been busting my chops of late.  I figure that tomorrow the bulk of the day will be to get this routinized abnormality out of my head.  Have a beer on the way home tonight, get a good night's sleep.  and then work on having a good vacation.  Music, friends, and fossil hunting are the plans.

Will spend some time studying my options while gone.  I am coming to the conclusion that I really don't wish to move back to Vantucky, even with the famdamily being there.  I am hoping that Michael will be amenable to coming back through Wenatchee and Yakima so that I can look at the clinics there and see if I can maybe get a job there to ride out the last three years of bondage.

Screed

I think I am nervous about heading to J&B's this weekend.  Their seemingly all consuming hatred of "the Donald" is slightly unsettling to me.  As I refuse to join in the spittle-flecked hatred free-for-all, I am hoping that it stays within rational bounds.

Look, Asshat is just a fucking politician and conman.  Hell, that appears to be the norm for the presidents here in the good ol' USA.  I can only think of a couple that don't fill that mold.  The two party system that we have is antiquated and corrupt.  Such systems cannot help but advance such losers as we have had since 1980.   I genuinely and truthfully cannot think of any President since Carter that I had any real respect for. 

Now,, the Donald is the worst of the pack of clowns that we have "elected" as our leaders since Reagan, that I will freely admit, but the Donald as the Antichrist that other make him out to be is a bridge too far for me. 

Nope, the politicians we have placed into the role of Augustus here in the good ol' USA have been fucking the dog for thirty years now.  Asshat is just the whipped shit-cream on top of the shit sundae that every president since Reagan has prepared for us. 







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Vasily Vereshchagin: Mausoleum of Shah-i-Zinda in Samarkand

Heading over to the hive of scum and villainy today.  Going to go hang out with the family.  Hell, we are heading up to Kalama, into the darkness that covers all things non-liberal and non-woke.  As always, I will have a great time.  Hell, I might even speak civilly to someone who disagrees with me.  Such things don't occur here in Portland, where ideas that don't fit in with the enlightened are beaten down in any number of ways. 

OT yesterday.  Catching up and padding paycheck is important,

Can't really say as I have anything useful or even marginally interesting for the screed portion of the post today.  So I am skipping it.  Don't really know why I am coming up empty lately.  Just can't work up enough interest to sit down and pontificate. 



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https://youtu.be/cJTOO0NusaA

https://youtu.be/wYtvdFVDqZ8

Go to those and take a listen.  I was blown away last night.  Went for the company and cost (free concert sponsored by Portland Public Parks).

The company was excellent and happy making.  The weather was just flippin' perfect, the night was beautiful, and the folks there were Portland polite.  All of these came together into one fine evening.

The group was truly fantastic.

Honestly, the evening made me realize why I am here and how my "wandering shoes" which have been recently chafing are probably not needed. 


Today's Screed



I am laying in popcorn and getting ready for the political season.  I don't really give a rat's fuck who wins, because the truth of the matter is with the two party system, the clown car that the Democratic Party and the well-established fuckheadiness of the douchebag at 1600 Pennsylvania leave me to believe that we are well and truly fucked.

Nope, the two parties are telling us the cold hard truth.  That we made our bed and now by god we will sleep in it. 

We traded John Denver and John Boy Walton for Gordon Gecko and Madonna. 


Debate

Jun. 27th, 2019 05:53 am
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Going to Lyle tonight.  Gonna get cheered up by country music. 

Been a shit year thus far.  All the crap that I had to go through before topped off with a call from a friend telling me that my first ex ate a handful of pills and is now an ex-ex.  Affected me badly.  It has been nearly forty years, but the wound being opened after all that time makes for the same amount of pain


Today's Screed
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at it, you lose

Cacophony is an excellent word.  The Democrats are proving yet again that they are the same party of division and political expedience that led us into the Civil War.  Oh, they tried desperately to re-brand themselves during my lifetime, getting rid of the Thurmans and the Byrds and other such relics, but they have a bad habit of taking on the faux-popular themes that haven't been time tested and usually end up in the dumpster as soon as the implications of what they truly mean come to light.

Tried to listen last night.  Couldn't hang.  It is just too early and those fuckers are just to eager and transparent for me to handle.  I think that I will give it six months before I try again.

5:41

May. 1st, 2019 05:41 am
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 Ahmed Karahisari: Album

I am forever confused by the ways of the world.  Nothing to it other than that.  Small scale, big picture, it just doesn't matter.  Oh, this isn't a complaint.  I think that should I actually think that I do understand would make me smug and complacent, which would be boring as all fuck.

Blue skies and sunshine seem to sap my energy.  Creativity or anything interesting crossing my mind, when it happens are transient things, blow away like wisps of fogs on the river at sunrise, replaced by a vapid contentment that at the time seems vastly superior to any rational thought.

God I love spring.
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Briton Riviere:  His Only Friend

Oddly enough, Mondays really are not my worst days.  Garfield was a fucking cat.  So all you whiners out there, suck it up Buttercup.

Mondays are a return to that which puts bread on the table.  Lots of folks see this as a problem.  To be honest for years I thought the same.  But now that I am old, I tend to look at it differently.  Work is the price we pay for the world chosen for us by our culture and our forebears.  We accepted that world and became a part of it through the indoctrination of the school system and the machinations of Madison Avenue.

Now, you might be thinking that this is going to be a tirade, a rage against the injustice of the machine and how it stifled my inner creativity and prevented me from becoming the sensitive artist that I am deep inside.  Nope, that dog don't hunt.  I think that overall the system allowed me to do something greater than I would have been able to accomplish on my own.  It rewarded me well past my contribution.  It took something away from me, but it gave me something in return.

For some odd reason, my mental wanderings have landed me in France.  René Girard was the first stop, an excellent divertissement for Mike and I to chew on for a couple of weeks and thousands of words.  Then Jeanna led me down a somewhat convoluted path to Serge Gainsbourg, and this morning I woke up to the words of Camus from forty-some-odd years ago

“I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”

But don't think for a minute that I am going to ever, ever watch another Truffaut film


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