time flies when…

…you’re not having fun! or rather, when you are insanely busy, your significant other of nearly 8 years decides to go to college (finally) but now lives near there and not with you, and you are doing the looking for a job thing when it’s a little tough to be doing that….but then you get a new job and now, after living with the responsibilities of 2 people while essentially single, you are continually exhausted and have practically forgotten you even had a blog…

so my question has always been: does absence make the heart grow fonder…or forgetful?

PROUD TO BE PART OF THE 1%

of the popular vote….you can guess who i wrote in!!!

the reason we have an electoral college, really, is so that NOT EVERYBODY chooses who will be president. the founders didn’t trust everyone. i don’t either. HOWEVER, i also don’t trust this 2-party system that is so horribly entrenched in the psyche of this country and it’s people.

we shouldn’t choose someone based on popularity….we should choose them on what they stand for, and i’m sorry, dems & reps are the same same thing (2 sides of the same coin)…it won’t really matter which one wins. unless it had been Ron Paul as he is truly Libertarian….if i hadn’t have written him in, i think i would have gone Constitutional party or Nader….the Libertarian candidate this time voted yes for the FASCIST ACT (RE: “PATRIOT act”)…

hey dems & reps…demons & reptiles…teehee

disappearing aircraft and other flying oddities

a couple years ago i noticed some weird goings on. of course, i’m always noticing weird goings on, but i like to look upwards and check out what the aircraft is doing from time to time. i have a lot of chances to witness their activity. by the way, i’m in a quiet zone and some high altitude commercial flight paths with an occasional military “game”……

the constant goings on include chemtrail spraying. sometimes they let up and allow us a sunny day or two. the best are seeing the unique patterns of the chemtrails (swastikas!?!?! upside-down peace signs!?!?!). and yes these trails are rather different from the normal contrails. i’ve even seen two planes near each other, one with a short, quickly dissapating contrail and the other with a long long long chemtrail that stays in the sky and slowly spreads out (typically to meet other slowly spreading out chemtrails, thus blanketing the sky and blocking sunlight). the other thing i’ve witnessed the chemtrail-spewing planes do is finish their dump, there’s a break, than the contrail starts up with it’s normal short distance behind the plane that quickly dissapates. interesting, no?

but back to this one summer (2005). i just happen to be outside during the afternoon. it’s bright. clear skies (for once). i’m walking up the drive and look up. for no reason really, except maybe habit. i’m surprised to notice two shiny silver planes near each other. i was surprised because i didn’t hear them. you can always hear the planes around here, even through the walls, even when they are at their highest altitude. and oddly, these two planes were much lower than most of the planes i hear & see. then another anomaly catches my attention: there are no chemtrails and no contrails. nothing. i watch them for a bit, never hearing anything, nor seeing any trails. i look away for a second and they disappear on me. which is kind of weird as they had a ways to go before being blocked by trees. there were no visible markings that i could see. i have this odd feeling that what i was seeing wasn’t really what i was seeing.

ok. another day. again (and oddly) a decently sunny afternoon. i’m inside. washing dishes if i remember rightly. i hear this high-pitch whine. it’s really bizarre, so of course i want to investigate. the back door is about 15 feet from where i was standing, so i leap across the floor, swing open the door, and look up. flying so low i could have seen faces in the darkened windows had there been any to see, is a white plane. no markings, flying very slowly. it’s front tip is just passing over the roofline. right next to the door (which is open) i have a table with my camera on it. i look away to grab the camera and look back. couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. but when i look back, the plane is gone. i thought for sure i could have caught an image of the tail end before it passed the roof. oh well, i quickly dash to the front door. about 10 quick leaps across the floor (yes i live in a small place) and i dash out the front door expecting to see the plane passing over the front yard, or at least down the road. it had quite a ways to go before it should be out of view at the speed it was going. but it was no where. this incredibly low plane was no where to be seen. oddly i still heard the high-pitch whining. i just could never see anything. so how does a plane vanish from sight within seconds, but still can be heard? and for that matter, since when did a plane ever make a high-pitch whine like what i heard? i’ve never heard a plane make that sound before and i’ve never heard it again. so what the hell was that?

military jets have flown so low before i thought i could hit them with a rock. they are very very noisy (thunderous roars you hear a while before they come and after they leave) and they fly extremely fast over you. the plane i saw was crawling at a snail’s pace in comparison.

and then there was that night in january of 2004 when that odd light flashed on me while i was walking towards my home, flashed at my home (witnessed by those inside through a window), and then just disappeared. and when it was on me i had such a hard time moving, concentrating, speaking, thinking….and had this odd idea that a dark brown boxy car with dark-tinted windows was pulling up the driveway, until i realized that the light was coming from behind me and not from the driveway, and that there was no car coming up the driveway. there was a full moon that night as well–you could draw a triangle between it, the light, and the driveway points, yet that moon illumined no dark shape behind the light, even though it was just above the treeline and i could see the dark shape of the trees. like maybe a helicopter to which a search light might have been attached. and everything so eerily silent. but when i turned to look at the source of the light is when it flashed to the house and disappeared. very odd. slowly i regained proper functioning of my motor skills with the dawning realization that something completely unordinary and just a bit frightening had occurred. i wish i could write this off to some sort of imbibed substance, but i was unfortunately sober at the time and had been for a long while before and a long while after. not much of an unsober person i suppose.

so….strange aircraft.

i hate ken wilber

most of the time i’m not thinking about ken wilber, but whenever he gets mentioned by someone or i come across his name/works, i passionately despise him. i have a friend that has been really into him for some years, and i end up with some cds or dvds or books on loan….i’m actually too nice in such a situation to divulge my rather harsh opinion on the matter. i even attempt to watch/listen/read a little bit just to be able to say i did. but oh is it ever excruciating! here are my two reactions nowadays: pay attention to the drivel and get extremely irate; or pay no attention at all and let my mind wander (normally to very mundane subjects). i also hate hate hate how ken wilber says “guru”….like “g’ROO”….drives me up a wall.

why do i hate ken wilber so much? for one, i find him extremely egotistical and condescending. think about this, if you’ve looked or listened to any of his crap, you will quickly discover that it is nothing new. he basically rehashes a lot of ancient eastern philosophies, gives them some new terminology (the bigger the word, the better), and tries to make things all pseudo-scientific in order to make it seem important. that’s my biggest problem with ken wilber: everything that comes out of his mouth (or written by him) is just this egotisitcal masturbatory intellectualism that is designed to make anyone not “in the know” or “part of the club” seem undeveloped and unenlightened. what all this creates is a cult-like atmosphere using special lingo to distinguish yourself from the others. i really see no difference in this “philosophy” than i do in say scientology. maybe ken wilber doesn’t require you to leave your families/friends and give up all you own to him, but his products can be rather expensive. and i believe ultimately damaging to your well-being. getting you caught up in words and concepts as opposed to actually looking at yourself and dealing with your issues successfully.

have you ever been to his website? god even that looks full of itself. uuuggghhhhhhhhhhh….

here’s something else: ken wilber at one point (and maybe still does) endorsed this other similar work of bullshit that calls itself adi da the da avatar.

i happen to collect books…and i know a few places where i can get free books, which could be good for reading, gifts, or if nothing else, used to make papercrete. anyhoo…that’s how i ended up with this stunning autobiographical tome called the knee of listening: the early-life ordeal and the radical spiritual realization of the divine world-teacher by adi da (the da avatar). ok. this is one of those american-turned-guru stories in which not one single sentence makes any sense and with every other noun capitalized. crap crap crap. let’s see what the back cover says just to give you an idea:

“This is a book like no other. It is the true story of how the Diving Being has appeared on earth in human form. Here Adi Da describes His first thirty-one years in vivid detail: His illumined Birth; His embrace of an ordinary human life; His unrelenting quest for God; His complete investigation of human experience–from money, food, and sex to the most esoteric mystical phenomena; His Divine Re-Awakening; and His unprecendented Revelation of the Way of Divine Enlightenment for all beings.”

if only My Ordinary Human Self could forego All Concientiousness and make Money off of such Pure Shit…though that Great Self would have Great Difficulty keeping My Divine Self from throwing up each time My Enlightened Being finished an Illumined Chapter. jesus! what Drivel!

ok. so that tangent had a purpose. here’s what ken wilber said about the great adi da:

“My opinion is that we have, in the person of Adi Da, a Spiritual Master and religious genius of the ultimate degree. Adi Da’s teaching is, I believe, unsurpassed by that of any other spiritual Hero, of any period, of any place, of any time, of any persuasion.”

need i say anymore? just another demonstration of ken wilber’s craptitude.

stop watching television already

so there used to be one show that i would adjust the antenna for…alas no longer as it has truly passed into the realm of “every other show on television”…….but this isn’t my actual point.

what i really wanted to mention, was that in waiting for that show a couple weeks back, i was so lucky to catch the grainy tail-end of that wonderful piece of drivel called grey’s anatomy. the part where they wax “philosophical.” it was absolutely infuriating. their main point was that what makes humans different or better than their animal instincts is humans can think & feel. obviously none of the writers or actors must have animal companions. even chickens have distinct personalities.

and these commercials i’ve caught that make it seem cute that the dog is owned by a human…..

animals definitely are different from humans, but it is ludicrous to assume they cannot feel or think. it is so obvious that they do, i live with enough of them to know. and yes, though chickens can be rather pea-brained most of the time, they can learn, they do exhibit intelligence….and when given a decent home, you can even see that each chicken is distinct. they aren’t all carbon copies of one another, they actually have individual distinctions in their characters. but our culture certainly prefers to prevent that from being known, or even from occurring. of course in those wretched overcrowded chicken farms, cattle pens, too quickly fattened on corn and other animals……concentration camps for animals. of course they appear to have no identity, how could they in such an environment? what do you think happens to a person’s sense of self after a lengthy imprisonment in war camps, concentration camps????

and back to the antenna-adjusting….i wonder what is in those little black boxes they want everyone to buy now besides just a digital TV receiver/converter…? you know, with the right equipment your current television can be used to see/hear you whenever plugged in (doesn’t matter if it’s on or off)….and i would have to say that any electrical wiring can be used similarly, for hearing at least. kind of creepy. like those electric meters that automatically read your KWH but don’t actually tell you what that amount is…nor can you tell if your electricity is completely turned off, like you could tell on the older models. odd odd odd.