I have been listening to this album lately. When I bought it I hardly played it. I guess I dated myself there. It is actually a CD. Do people "play" CDs, or do they rip the songs and then load them onto a portable ipod-type players? Holy crap, it is 12 years old. Where does the time go, while I toil away until I eventualy die? Two people lately have tried to convince me to leave the landscaping grind for better pastures. My sister wants me to seek out a lumber yard and a few running friends think I'd do well at a rental car place. The boss says he's putting in for a dollar raise. El cheapo won't go for that. Same old shit about me not running a larger crew, la la la... I worked for two today. I even sacrificed two of my own properties so that I could pick up an old folks apartment place for another crew. Randy couldn't get to it yesterday. It is a constant game of catch-up. There is never enough time and the pay bites. "Are you ready?"
Friday, April 28, 2006
I have been listening to this album lately. When I bought it I hardly played it. I guess I dated myself there. It is actually a CD. Do people "play" CDs, or do they rip the songs and then load them onto a portable ipod-type players? Holy crap, it is 12 years old. Where does the time go, while I toil away until I eventualy die? Two people lately have tried to convince me to leave the landscaping grind for better pastures. My sister wants me to seek out a lumber yard and a few running friends think I'd do well at a rental car place. The boss says he's putting in for a dollar raise. El cheapo won't go for that. Same old shit about me not running a larger crew, la la la... I worked for two today. I even sacrificed two of my own properties so that I could pick up an old folks apartment place for another crew. Randy couldn't get to it yesterday. It is a constant game of catch-up. There is never enough time and the pay bites. "Are you ready?"
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
My track workout this evening was fast. We were supposed to do mile repeats at a little slower than our 10k pace, but I wanted to run faster, so I picked a few guys who are a little faster than I am and then tried to stay with them. I did it. I even came through the last lap faster than the fast guy. I was very pleased that my body came through for me; a very nice sign. Our team did well at the Mt. Si Relay. We placed second in the Men's Masters division. It is the only time I have seen a second.
I'm having the fat kitty as a roomate next week. Lee will be down in California and I'm hoping little Nicky will be on his best behavior. I'm back on the motorcycle for the commute. I need to get myself started out the door a little earlier though since everything about riding a bike takes more time than simply getting in a car and going. How about not needing to go to work? I'll have to work on that project. May you all not have to go to work either.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Here is today's horoscope:
"Sagittarius
November 22 - December 20
You are likely aware of your writing abilities, dear Sagittarius, but you may not realize just how talented you are. It would be worthwhile for you to consider devoting more time to honing your craft. You can't expect to improve much when your writing time is scattered in between other obligations. You need large blocks of uninterrupted time in order to really produce something of value. Why not give it a try, even if just for a week or so, to see what you are capable of."
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I guess this doesn't work in internet explorer. The colored stuff is supposed to blink.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Many years ago I was involved, as these people still are, in the active resistance to the deployment of the Trident nuclear submarines. It is heartening to see these people still at work. I was arrested twice (three times?) in Groton and New London CT. in the late 80s. On one side of the river the submarines are built, and on the other they are commissioned into the Navy. I still believe these systems are bad, wrong - however you want to put it. The warheads are MIRV'ed (multiple independent re-entry vehicles), which are then multiplied by the number of missiles, making the amount of damage done by one Trident submarine apocalyptic. To plan the deaths of so many sentient beings is just wrong. That was one of the arguments back in the 80s when there still was a Soviet Union. Today it just seems stupid.
I'm starting to understand now that this is a symptom of our fear. I'd like to get behind that and shed some light on this phenomenon. I've read that the human species is now on the brink of deciding whether we will continue to exist. I hope we will. I found this excerpt at the end of Susan Watkins' book, Conversations with Seth book one, particularly instructive:
Amen, lay down your arms. I'd say if we can imagine our way out of this then we are indeed capable of doing just that. As self explanatory and as obvious as it seems, this needs to be looked at singularly. Imagine a world where we aren't at continual war, where instead of fear we greet our neighbors with compassion and support. This isn't pie in the sky, hippy-dippy nonsense. This is what amounts to the continued existence of our species. Y'all have a great week."...when all the young men refuse to kill for the sake of peace, and when all the women forbid their men to kill for the sake of peace, and when you realize that no peace will come through killing, and that the end does not justify the means, and when you grow full and light with thoughts of peace, then there will be an end to war! But as long as any men go to war for the sake of peace, there will be war. And as long as any woman teaches her sons how to go to war because of love of peace, there will be war.
"You make your world. When you populate your world with ideas of peace, then peace will grow. When you think thoughts of aggression, you attract aggression and you draw it out from others in daily contact, and on the part of nations.
"When you do not understand yourselves you project what you do not understand upon others-upon your friends and associates-and then you become afraid of what you do not understand, not understanding it is your own fear. And you do the same thing as a nation with other nations. There is no way to ensure peace but for every man, every man, to lay down his arms."
-pp. 230-231
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
I guess it's the school first. I think the interview last Wednesday went well. It had to go better than last year's. I asked friends and family for help in the interview world and used their knowledge to answer the questions correctly, as opposed to me being perfectly shoot-myself-in-the-foot honest. I have to qualify that statement because what I know now will influence how I will act in those situations they inquired about. So, in a way I'm being honest. I've adapted. I knew not to show my worst side - the side which won't get me hired. Alternately, what they got to see is my best side. I emphasized my strengths. So, I think it went well. Am I in the running? I sure hope so. My grades are good and the only part I think I might have been lacking in was the math portion. I could have spent some more time studying that. The whole learn, adjust, adapt, qualify, correlate and execute process I liken to what I call verbal alchemy. "Who goes there?" Kind of prescient since I am already in (or near) the Emerald City.
I returned to the water yesterday. For 4.75 American I put in an hour workout at the Bellevue Aquatic Center not a mile from my place. I did surprisingly well for not being in the water for a while. With swimming, you really have to put a lot of time in the water, consistently, and you have to work hard. I found myself actually in control of my stroke and swim at times. Cool.
As for running I joined the ESR marathon folks for a 12 miler between the U Village and the Ballard locks and back Saturday, and then for today's fun I ran up Tiger Mountain. What a bitch. That thing is never easy. I took a minute off from the same run of May's from last year. My time now is 38:47. I started from the main parking lot and ascended up West Tiger 3. With some more long runs I think I'll be ready for this year's Capital City Marathon. I want Boston.
We've started out four-tens now so I have Mondays off again. I really like this. I have to make four lunches, commute four times and I also have more time to get things done. I have a couple of new places on Capital Hill and they will need some attention. Everything is growing so it will be flat out go! go! go! until I get rescued from this green treadmill. Look what I found on Capital Hill last week. Pretty damn funny. I didn't do this. Someone is walking around and posting these in appropriate spots. I just took the picture. Ha ha ha.
Y'all have a great week. I think I'll find out about school in a week and a half. My hopes are not up as they were last year. I'm much more level headed about this this time around. Imagine that. Cheers.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
I used some of that time yesterday to sift through and shred unnecessary receipts and credit card offers. This is a major coup. All that crap had been sitting on my counter for as long as I have been here. I even found a rebate sort of check in there. I think it is still good. Nicky was interested in the shredding, maybe because he is good at it himself. I gave him back to Lee this morning after breakfast at Ihop. I think he enjoyed his stay here. But don't take this to mean that I want to be given a cat or kitten. No no. This place is too small and those monsters wake you up at 2:30 in the morning. This one also enjoyed drinking from my water cup and knocking down my ficus tree.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Update: I ran a 20:14 (my time) 20:24 (gun time). I was that close to breaking 20 minutes. They had potato chips, sausage and, of course, beer at the end. I didn't go to the track workout on Wednesday, so this passed as that.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
"You each possess in miniature all properties of the universe as you concieve of it at this present time . . . so what seems to you or to your scientists [to occur] outside of you, occurs within you, and now."
-Jane Roberts as Seth in Conversations with Seth, by Susan Watkins, pg.69
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Here is my new roommate. Nicky will be here for a week. Not much going on if I'm writing about a cat. No running today. All the moving parts are moving and well, thank you very much. I don't feel anything untoward from my knee. Yay! I spent all day behind a 21. That, and the 38 miles in the last three days is enough to merit a break. Speed work tomorrow. Cheers.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Yesterday some of us from the ESR group did about eleven miles at the Mercer Slough. I hope my knee lets me run tomorrow. If it does, then it'll only be for a relatively short distance. I entered the Mercer Island Rotary Half Marathon and the St. Patrick's Day Dash for the month of March. You'd think I'd be losing weight with all of these miles, but think again. I'd love to lose just five pounds. I think it'd make a significant difference. I'm gonna try to get some sleep now. Y'all enjoy your week.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
"The King's henchman have sounded the death knell for Presidential accountability. Just a few weeks ago, Republicans from Specter to Hagel to Snowe were calling for a congressional inquiry into the domestic spying program. On the eve of a Senate Intelligence Committee vote to determine whether such an inquiry should take place, the Washington Post reports that a "full court press" by the administration has swayed many Republicans against such an investigation:
...
Republican Senate DeWine says he will introduce a bill sanctioning the program, explicitly exempting it from the requirements of FISA. Both Hagel and Snowe are said to be in favor of the bill. So suddenly, Republicans are comfortable with the President breaking the law? Where was the bill in the 90s condoning Oval Office blow jobs and Presidential perjury? Oh, that's right. The lawlessness of a President is exempted only when that President wears a 10-gallon hat and calls himself a "conservative."
Good lord, our Founding Fathers must be shaking their heads in shame at the mindfuck that is about to occur in Congress."
Monday, February 13, 2006
"At cellular levels the world exists with a kind of social interchange, in which the birth and death of cells are known to all others, and in which the death of a frog and a star gain equal weight. But at your level of activity your thoughts, feelings, and intents, however private, form part of the inner environment of communication. This inner environment is as pertinent and vital to the species' well-being as is the physical one. It represents the psychic, mass bank of potential, even as the planet provides a physical bank of potential. When there is an earthquake in another area of the world, the land mass in your own country is in one way or another affected. When there are psychic earthquakes in other areas of the world, then you are also affected, and usually to the same degree."
Jane Roberts, The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events. pg.38
Anyways. We are all connected, and to a degree you can't imagine. That's why we are supposed to be good to one another. It sounds cliche, but we are all One; an ever expanding, spiraling, and changing being. Can you feel the pull of those distant planets and stars? How about the cries from those in Pakistan or India or Sumatra? Y'all have a great day.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
On the way back I snapped some pictures of the city,
and of the home of the Seahawks who are to play in the Superbowl in a little over an hour from now.
Here is a neighborhood cat. I think it is very happy, as are the rest of us, that the sun has finally come out. I think it has been raining, until yesterday, since mid December. Enough is enough.
The 520 bridge was closed yesterday due to high winds and water going over the floating bridge. All of our properties should be a mess this coming week. In another attempt to leave the landscaping behind, I picked up this year's applications for school. I don't have much to show between last year and this, but I've been told all around that I should apply anyways. I plan on making concrete moves toward this direction this year.
I'm on my way to a friend's to see the game now. Go Hawks!
Monday, January 30, 2006
Physically the running is catching up to my legs. I'll take tomorrow off from exercise and I'll get some laundry done. Wednesday will be the track workout and I'd like to get back into a pool on Friday. The Saturday run is at Bothell Landing and then the maniacs run on Sunday. Maybe this week I can ramp up the miles. I've got to do some better listening too. You know, that still, small voice. Peace.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Saturday I went to Benaroya Hall, almost at the last minute, and watched Bob Newhart do a standup comedy act. He did a few of his signature talking on the phone routines and he insulted the Germans, the Irish and the Japanese, if I remember right. What I found amusing on top of his jokes, was that I got the distinct impression he was up there firstly making himself laugh. We were of a secondary importance. He let us in on what he finds amusing. You can tell this because right before he started telling his jokes, he would start to laugh to himself. I think going was worth the money.
Work is going well. I'm doing my properties every other week, so that leaves more time to get something done on every visit. This means I only have about from two to five stops a day. Not bad.
I'm running again. The IT-band is still sort of there, but it isn't bad enough to stop me. I'm also stretching it. I think the next race will be either the Mercer Island Half Marathon or the St. Patrick's Day Dash down on the waterfront (literally on the viaduct). I hope to be in marathon shape for The Capital City Marathon in May.
I can feel things going on behind the scenes. As usual there is nothing solid. But there is hope. Only if I need to know. This may make sense at some time.
I have more pictures to post. They are already at Flickr. As I linked to before, here is a slideshow. Y'all have a great rest of the week. Go Seahawks!
Friday, January 20, 2006
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
I ran a little better yesterday than I had on the second of January. I brought my 10k time down to 44:30 or so; still a bit slow. It barely rained on us. The trip back to the Eastside area park and rides was a wet drive. Almost unbelievably the sun is now out. Right outside my window I have a lot of evergreen type trees, so from here it looks almost warm out there. My screen says it is 40 degrees though. It isn't spring yet.
Many of us went up in a rental van. It made for an easy trip, for me anyways. Two of our runners brought their half marathon times down to 2:08 personal records. Many others were not so successful. All in all a good time was had by all. I even got to meet the woman who told me two years ago to join Eastside Runners. She lives on Bainbridge and hasn't been running because of a car accident and injury and a car break-in. So, she really does exist! I never saw her after that initial meeting and I thought to wonder if she was real. She is. Thanks Holly.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
I ran the Sawmill River Run this morning and my leg isn't bothering me. I didn't do nearly as well as I would have liked. It would have been nice to break 45 minutes. I'm glad that maybe I can start running again. The conditions were very good. It was hazy and cold, at about 33 degrees. I went out fast with a 6:27 and two miles later had to reassess what I could finish with. Needless to say I slowed up considerably. So what I have learned is that I don't control my pace well and because of this the only way I can finish well is to get in the best shape I can, because then I can take the pace.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Another amusing thing about these cats is their need to keep photos in their cat dishes. Scott and Chrissie sent the Christmas card on the left out this year. Abby says that one of them likes the tape. So here we have Kasha, Harley and Xena down there with Ty and Ling's bowls. You can see the old photos they keep nearby. I have never heard of this with any other cats.
I think that is my neice Katie at the upper right.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
The next wave of rain is due in Sunday afternoon -- and this one might kick up the easterly foothill breezes to 30-40 mph, but otherwise, new year, same weather.
Another wave of rain for Monday, and then another wave for Tuesday. Perhaps a few showers for Wednesday, and then more rain for Thursday and Friday.
And here is her car now:
We still have some snow despite all the rain we got yesterday. You can see the ice in the drive. I hope the streets are clear for the Sawmill River 10k Run on Monday morning. I haven't been able to run much after the marathon because of my IT-band problem, so I hope I can finish the race well enough. I ran the inaugural race years ago and it had snowed the previous night so I had to run in the tire tracks. It wasn't easy to keep my footing.
This is his pal, Shanaya.
We all went up to Abby and Collin's for dinner. We were able to coax Joan out of the woods. There I was able to get Ling,
and Tye. I'm not sure about which cat is which. I might have their names wrong.
Y'all have a great day.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Here are Chloe and Tanner.
They keep the Gray Guy in line.
Here is Lindsey. She's not feeling well.
And last but not least , here is Bailey. Bailey thinks he is a person. Don't tell him though, he would be crushed. I guess he is a dog person or person-dog.
I didn't see Jasper because he feels beseiged by the Corgis and the gray guy. Here in Montague, Bailey keeps Jazzy upstairs all the time. I've seen her once. Picture a siamese cat with very subtle, lingering traits of a coon cat. Other than seeing these folks, today Becca let me use her new car to sort of run errands and to take in part of this river valley. Joe and I went to 'hamp today for some coffee. Later this evening Becca and I accompanied the kid, with her friends, to a movie. "Rumor has it" is a light film, good for a date, but better left to renting at a discount. Jennifer Aniston is adorable as ever, Kevin Costner always does a good job, and Shirley Maclaine digs into an over-the-top role.
Whew, this Holidale from the Berkshire Brewing Company is strong. Y'all have a good Wednesday.
Here is the Sawmill River in its cold, subdued glory. It rained like hell Christmas day, but not enough to erase the snow. I was on a plane Christmas Eve and on my way home for a surprise visit back home. I couldn't write about that in here because it would have tipped them off. Before the flight I was also busy getting this computer set up to my satisfaction. I'll write about the family surprise later.
Here is my neighbor's barn. It is a nice New England scene.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
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The latest installment from the Woodland Park dissenters.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
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Ok, This is what I get when I try to start my computer. It looks like I'm offline for a while. I can read most of my email on this phone.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Thursday, December 01, 2005
...to walk into that role
where energy moves
connecting, coursing
the smaller is flattened
the greater is widened
light is everywhere
time is still,
and no more.
everyone take some
i'm told there is plenty.
maybe some day
i'll walk into that,
where reality lies
and questions cease
beyond this coil, yet,
yet I have never
left.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
"The world is a large, large place, and ripples will not change its course, though the occasional tsunami makes it wobble slightly. There are days, like today, when I wonder at the landscape, and imagine the whole besotted world to be dashed up against the rocks, and wonder if any of us will ever gain our bearings again."
Go read.
I don't think people are supposed to run 26 miles. That was the distinct feeling I got at mile 17 or so, where I sort of woke up, fully comprehending what I had gotten myself into. I was thinking, "this sucks now and it is only going to get worse." I tried to rally my body a few times, but to little avail. I was spent, too early. And it all happened just how I had been told. "The first one is a learning experience" and "don't go out too fast," they said. I'd like to keep that good pace throughout the whole race the next time. "Next time?" Yup, I just wrote that.
Uli Steidl won again in 2:24:24. The next guy was 10 minutes behind him.
*update: 334th
I was up at about 4:30 this morning. I wasn't as anxious last night. I took a pre-race shower and then started the coffee/small b'fast/computer regimen I have. I think I got the rest I need. I'll see.
Here is the present, at this writing, radar:

The race starts and ends between I90 and 520 in the middle of the green blob. That is kind of funny, because it starts next to the EMP blob.
Friday, November 25, 2005
I'm having a much more leisurely weekend this year than last. I moved this weekend last year, then ran the Seattle Half and then had to contend with a big test the following Monday. It was harrowing and exhausting. I couldn't properly train for the race because I needed to study for the test and all the other tests in the course. I'm hoping this year will be different. I try to avoid the perfect storm weekends like that now. Sleep last night wasn't that fitfull. I had a crazy mix of work and the race combining to make a truly bizarre mix of dreams. There were monkeys, monsters, and wars. We were told to do a five days worth of properties in three. Presently I can't complete the schedule I have now. This leads to anxiety. The sheer length of the marathon is leading to it's own anxiety as I try to put it into perspective.
Maybe going to the expo today to pick up my bib, shirt and stuff will help me wrap my head around this. I might also run down to Fry's to see what they have for sales. I know this is not exactly the best day to do this, but at least it will get me out of the apartment.
I just checked the weather for Sunday, and this is what they have to say:
Lovely."Sunday is the annual running of the Seattle Marathon. It will be a cold and damp race. Temperatures should be in the middle to upper 30s at the starting line Sunday morning."
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Here is "little" Nicky on my bike. These pictures don't show how big he's gotten. I had time today so I cleaned up the bike a little, lubed the chain and connected the heating element controller for my gloves and socks (I didn't use them today). For some reason he stayed on the bike long enough for me to get these pictures.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
Our yankee upbringing keeps us out of the spotlight - doing otherwise would be bringing attention to oneself. Can't be doing that. That is one area where Mom's yankee work ethic jibed with Dad's Polish farmwork ethic (for lack of a better term). The Poles I used to know in Western Massachusetts were peerless in fieldwork.
Aaaanyways...no work for me today. I need these miles for the Seattle Marathon. Most runners start tapering three weeks before the race, not two. Gotta sign up for the thing too. My track workout went well on Wednesday. I'll get three solid days in this weekend and then I can taper. Y'all have a great weekend.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
The next week and a half look very wet. The new boots from REI aren't all that. I can still get wet. A Soggy, soggy Pacific Northwest.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
"If the NY Daily News story is correct, that's a hell of a lot of lying to the American people. Sure, it's not a lie about a blowjob, rather one about national security and compromising intelligence assets in the battle against the proliferation of weapons of mass destruction, but still...."
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
It looks as though I am all set to apply to the program in the winter. I just need some patient contact. I'm thinking about taking a nursing assistant course. Maybe now would be the time to think about getting a job in that field anyways. I'm not sure. Again, my BA is helping me out greatly. I guess I'm finally using it. Thanks UMass.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Leaves
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I'm feeling uninspired and tired. At work today Robyn and I picked up a lot of leaves. I didn't go to the track workout afterwards, though I hope to run on my own tomorrow evening. Last night we played ultimate frisbee until it was nearly impossible to see the disc, thus ending the ultimate frisbee season. A week or so ago we switched from more day than night (strictly sun/not sun) to the inverse; more night than day. We're headed into that time when Washingtonians sort of hibernate. If any new neighbors move in they'll see them in the spring. They drive a lot in the dark, through the rain, and in the (relative) cold. I hope this winter is better to Sonya. She has a lot of studying to do.
Oh, Robyn and I went to Beth's for breakfast this morning. Great eggs! It beats Denny's and any stinky casino, hands down.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
"Dying is a biological necessity, not only for the individual, but to insure the continued vitality of the species. Dying is a spiritual and psychological necessity, for after awhile the exuberant, ever-renewed energies of the spirit can no longer be translated into flesh.
"Inherently, each individual knows that he or she must die physically in order to survive spiritually and psychically (underlined). The self outgrows the flesh. Particularly since [the advent of Charles] Darwin's theories, the acceptance of the fact of death has come to imply a certain kind of weakness, for is it not said that only the strong survive?
"To some degree, epidemics and recognized illnesses serve the sociological purpose of providing an acceptable reason for death - a face-saving device for those who have already decided to die. This does not mean that such individuals make a conscious decision to die, in your terms: But such decisions are often semiconscious (intently). It might be that those individuals feel they have fulfilled their purposes - but such decisions may also be built upon a different kind of desire for survival than those understood in Darwinian terms.
"It is not understood that before life an individual decides to live. A self is not simply the accidental personification of the body's biological mechanism. Each person born desires to be born. He dies when that desire no longer operates. No epidemic or illness or natural disaster - or stray bullet from a murderer's gun - will kill a person who does not want to die."
...
"The physical world that you recognize is made up of invisible patterns. These patterns are "plastic," in that while they exist, their final form is a matter of probabilities directed by consciousness. Your senses perceive these patterns in their own ways. The patterns themselves can be "activated" in innumerable fashions. There is something out there (humorously emphatic) to observe.
"(Long pause, one of many, at 10:04.) Your sense apparatus determines what form that something will take, however. The mass world rises up before your eyes, but your eyes are part of that mass world. You cannot see your thoughts, so you do not realize that they have shape and form, even as, say, clouds do. There are currents of thought as there are currents of air, and the mental patterns of men's feelings and thoughts rise up like flames from a fire, or steam from hot water, to fall like ashes or like rain.
"All elements of the interior invisible environment work together, and they form the temporal weather patterns that are exteriorized mental states, presenting you locally and en masse, then, with a physical version of man's emotional states. Period."
...
"Now: The physical planet is obviously also ever-changing while it is operationally or realistically or pragmatically relatively stable. The physical matter of the planet is also composed of literally infinite hordes of consciousnesses - each experiencing its own reality while adding to the overall cooperative venture.
"(Long pause.) Natural disasters represent an understandably prejudiced concept, in which the vast creative and rejuvenating elements important to planetary life, and therefore to mankind, are ignored. The stability of the planet rests upon such changes and alterations, even as the body's stability is dependent upon, say, the birth and death of the cells.
"(10:20.) It is quite obvious that people must die - not only because otherwise you would overpopulate your world into extinction, but because the nature of consciousness requires new experience, challenge, and accomplishment. This is everywhere apparent in nature itself. (Pause.) If there were no death, you would have to invent it (smile) - for the context of that selfhood would be as limited as the experience of a great sculptor given but one hunk of stone (with quiet dramatic emphasis).
"The sculptor's creation is pragmatically realistic, in that it exists as an object, and can be quite legitimately perceived, as can your world. The sculptor's statue, however, comes from the inner environment, the patterns of probabilities. These patterns are not themselves inactive. They are possessed by the desire to be actualized (with a hyphen). Behind all realities there are mental states. These always seek form, though again there are other forms than those you recognize."
...
"It is easy for you to see that seeds bring forth the fruit of the earth, each [of] their own kind. No seed is identical to any other, yet generally speaking there are species that serve to unite them. You do not mistake an orange for a grape. In the same way ideas or thoughts form general patterns, bringing forth in your world certain kinds of events. In this respect your thoughts and feelings "seed" physical reality, bringing forth materializations.
"You operate quite nicely politically, living in villages, townships, countries, states, and so forth, each with certain customs and local ordinances. These in no way affect the land itself. They are designations for practical purposes, and they imply organization of intent or affiliation at one level. They are political patterns, invisible but highly effective. There are, however, far more vigorous invisible mental patterns, into which the thoughts and feelings of mankind are organized - or, naturally, organize themselves.
"Each person's thoughts flow into that formation, forming part of the earth's psychic atmosphere. From that atmosphere flows the natural earthly patterns from which your seasons emerge with all of their variety and effects. You are never victims of natural disasters, though it may seem that you are, for you have your hand in forming them. You are creatively involved in the earth's cycles. No one can be born for you, or die for you, and yet no birth or death is really an isolated event, but one in which the entire planet participates. In personal terms, again, each species is concerned not only with survival but with the quality of its life and experience.
"In those terms, natural disasters ultimately end up righting a condition that earlier blighted the desired quality of life, so that adjustments were made.
"Am I going too fast?
('No, ' I said, although Seth-Jane's pace was pretty good as far as my writing speed was concerned.)
"The 'victims' choose to participate in those conditions at spiritual, psychological, and biological levels. Many of those who are counted among the fatalities might otherwise die of extended illnesses, for example. At cellular levels such knowledge is available, and in one way or another imparted, often in dreams, to the individual. Conscious comprehension need not follow, for many people know such things, and pretend not to know them at the same time.
"(11:44.) Others have finished with their challenges; they want to die and are looking for an excuse - a face-saving device. However, those who choose such deaths want to die in terms of drama, in the middle of their activities, and are in a strange way filled with the exultant inner knowledge of life's strength even at the point of death. At the last they identify with the power of nature that seemingly destroyed them.
"That identification often brings about in death - but not always - an added acceleration of consciousness, and involves such individuals in a kind of 'group death experience,' where all of the victims more or less embark into another level of reality 'at the same time.'
"Those people were aware just beneath consciousness of the possibilities of such an event long before the disaster occurred, and could until the last moment choose to avoid the encounter. Animals know of weather conditions ahead of time, as old tales say. This perception is a biological part of your heritage also. The body is prepared, though consciously it seems you are ignorant.
"There are innumerable relationships that exist between the interior environment of the body and the weather patterns. The ancient feelings of identification with storms are quite valid, and in that respect the "realism" of feelings is far superior to the realism of logic. When a person feels a part of a storm, those feelings speak a literal truth. Logic deals with exterior conditions, with cause-and-effect relationships. Intuitions deal with immediate experience of the most intimate nature, with subjective motions and activities that in your terms move far quicker than the speed of light, and with simultaneous events that your cause-and-effect level is far too slow to perceive.
"(Long pause.) In that regard also, the activities of the inner environment are too fast for you to follow intellectually. Your intuitions, however, can give you clues to such behavior. A country is responsible for its own droughts, earthquakes, floods, hurricanes - and for its own harvests and rich display of products, its industry and cultural achievements, and each of these elements is related to each other one.
"If the quality of life that is considered spiritually and biologically necessary fails, then adjustments occur. A political problem might be altered by a natural disaster if political means fail. On the other hand, the rousing creative energies of the people will emerge.
"Excellence will show itself through the arts, cultural creativity, technological or sociological accomplishments. The species tries to fulfill its great capacities. Each physical body in its own way is like the world. It has its own defenses and abilities, and each portion of it strives for a quality of existence that will bring to the smallest parts of it the spiritual and biological fulfillment of its own nature."
Sunday, September 25, 2005
I thought this fall would be my time of preparing for a marathon, but perhaps my course of study was brought home by me in the saddlebag of my motorcycle yesterday. I couldn't run today because the pain in my right knee has shifted to the right outside area of that joint, the lateral tendons of the muscles of the femur and maybe the lower leg. I don't feel like looking them up in my anatomy & physiology textbook. That also reminds me that I'm not in school this quarter. I seem to be playing this blind.
I had intended to quickly write a little bit about the booksale and then go into the Seth quotes about The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events. I ran out of time so now I need some sleep. Y'all have a great week.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
I haven't forgotten about the disaster-related excerpt I found. I want to get it in here. It really is insightful. We have a poor understanding of what we call the universe and how it works. We make our own reality, and that includes the weather. We die on our own schedule even though that may not be consciously evident. And we don't really die. Ultimately, nothing is really destroyed.
I'm getting use of the bicycle purchase though and I'm getting my bike legs back. I nearly lived on my bike while I was in Florida. It gives my knee a break. A break for me would be some sort of direction for myself. My tea-leaves reading friend, Lilia, says she sees no romance for me, still. So, no romance and no solid direction. This is getting old. Perhaps once I start writing, then the computer will materialize and I'll have something to do. Have a nice week.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Goodbye Bob Denver (Gilligan). Gilligan's Island, along with Hogan's Heroes and The Brady Bunch kept us entertained in the afternoons after school. From reading this article, he was also a really nice guy.
Monday, September 05, 2005
I have a passage from Seth/Jane Roberts which may put the Katrina event in perspective, if there can be such a thing. That would be better than name calling. I'm glad to read that the Louisiana officials are sticking to their guns. Here is the print version (you might not need to join their NYT club). I need more time to type it all in. I'm finally feeling better after the race and the sun is out. I can't ride the bicycle (I'm beat), so I'll take the motorcycle out. Have a marvelous week.
Friday, September 02, 2005
"Certainly, the sacrifices of New Orleans need a kind of national reckoning, one that would enable the people to see the president who forgot to care for what he is. Every great disaster — the Blitz, 9/11, the tsunami — has a political dimension. The dilatory performance of George Bush during the past week has been outrageous. Almost as unbelievable as Katrina itself is the fact that the leader of the free world has been outshone by the elected leaders of a region renowned for governmental ineptitude."
Thursday, September 01, 2005
"Nah. Fuck him. When he told Diane Sawyer that "I don't think anyone could have anticipated the breach of the levees," someone should have taken him, flown him to New Orleans, put him in a tiny pirogue somewhere off Claiborne Avenue, and sent him merrily on his way."
Read the whole thing.