NOT EVERYTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS BUT IT MIGHT BE

 

Those chicken wings are not really wings.

They are just chicken “nuggets” that look like wings.

A machine probably squeezes the “chicken batter” into molds to look like wings.

Yummy.

No bones!

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In India I saw some peculiar things.

I realize now that I wasn't in my right mind.

Still, I remember what I saw, and it's been long enough now that I won't be put into a bug-house. 

 At least, I hope not.

It was 1978.
 

I was lost.

(I wrote a couple of poems about this experience. *see below*)

I didn't include the more peculiar things that I saw, so I will now.

While walking one night (and, boy, did I do a lot of walking in India!) I saw a small camel sleeping (or dead?) on a sidewalk.

I swear that this camel raised its head up and moved it back and forth as if it was telling me “No”.

About what I'll never know.

But I remember what I thought:

“He's telling me not to walk here.”

It was a creepy and smelly part of Old Delhi.

But I kept walking, and nothing bad happened.

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I was still walking (as I point out in my poems.)

At one point I saw a house that I just knew had an American living there.
 

It had a fence.

I started walking toward the house.

Then a man appeared.

But not quite a man.

He looked like one of the simians in the movie Planet of the Apes.

First he was an ape, and then he was just a normal-looking human.
 

I blinked a few times, then approached the man.

I don't remember what he said, but he went into the house, then came back out and invited me to come inside.

 

An American greeted me.

I don't know what I said to him, but I remember he asked me if I wanted something to drink, and I said, “Yes, a screwdriver.”

The man-servant who had greeted me outside promptly brought me my drink on a shiny, oval platter that I thought was made of gold, but it was more likely just brass.

The American disappeared into a nearby room.

I heard the voice of President Carter, but it was just Carter speaking at a news conference or something.

I'm sure he wasn't speaking with this American.

The American came back, and said that he would have his servant take me somewhere safe.

 

*poems*


Lost In India Part I 
     

I was thinking about India and
The white Brahman bull.
I was just standing around.
Wearing a colorful quilt.
When I turned around.
The Brahma bull was touching my nose.
Life's movements
Quickly move like that Brahma bull.
Attracted to colorful motion.
Suddenly it is here.
Life.
Death.
Romance.
Then I got onto the cart.
Being pulled by a different bull.
The dark Indian man lightly touched me.
Felt my ribs.
Wondering in silence.
Who was I?
Why so thin?

LOST IN INDIA




I walked & walked until my shoes fell off
When I saw green I jumped off the old train
When I hit the ground & rolled over I was
Surprised I was alive, I had bruises,
I walked into a medical clinic, they said I
Was ok & so I left, I had on my dark
Sunglasses, mysterious-looking dark stranger
Wandering, the sky got gray, the night got
Cold, it started to rain, I climbed onto a
Haystack to cover myself with straw, it was
a lousy idea, so I climbed into a small
Grain bin with a little roof & covered
Myself with corn meal, so warm & cozy, I had
on my dark sunglasses, I slept, I woke up,
It was a sunny morning, my dark sunglasses
Were gone, men were staring down at me & as I
climbed out of that warm corn meal heaven
Someone handed me my sunglasses, I was so
Relieved, I could see again, I started
Walking, walking, walking & my feet bled.

IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

IN THE NEWS

That doughnut on Mars wasn't an alien after all.

It was just a rock.

Long live Rock and Roll!

Valentine's Day is over.

Dentists love this day, and candy companies love it even more.

Both love Easter, but especially Halloween.

Go sugar!

This summer may be one of the hottest ever recorded.

Go sun!

The United States gets 50% of its fruits, vegetables, and nuts from California.

Fruits and nuts come mostly from San Francisco.

Go fruits and nuts!

Miley Cyrus is as raunchy as can be.

Go Miley!

Justin Bieber's bad behavior is on hiatus.

Go Bieber!

Jay is out and Jimmy is in.

(I love to end sentences with prepositions.)

Go Fallon!

Movies, movies, movies.

So many to watch.

Go cinema!

IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

MOONBEAMS MICE AND YOGA MATS

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2554742/Chemical-used-shoe-rubber-ditched-Subway-week-McDonalds-Burger-King-Wendy-s-popular-store-bought-products.html

Now I realize why I have been craving yoga mats and shoes.

I've been eating products that contain azodicarbonamide.

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I practiced Yoga when I was in my early twenties.

I didn't use any yoga mats, and I ate homemade, whole wheat bread that didn't contain azodicarbonamide.

Times have changed.

I have changed.

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The earth today is boiling and melting simultaneously.

And let's not forget about those out-of-sight asteroids that may be approaching.

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I'm trying to reduce my fats and carbohydrates.

I don't know how much fat or carbohydrates were in azodicarbonamide, but thank goodness I now won't have to worry since it will be removed.

Now I have to figure out what to do with all of my shoes and yoga mats.

IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND AZODICARBONAMIDE!

SUPERBOWL FORTY-EIGHT

FOOTBALL FAN (A foreigner):

Sc-use me?

Where's your super bull playing?

FOOTBALL FAN (An American):

No bull.

And it's called the Super Bowl.

FOOTBALL FAN (A foreigner):

I know.

The Super Bull.

FOOTBALL FAN (An American):

BOWL...B...O...W...L.

Not BULL...B...U...L...L.

FOOTBALL FAN (A foreigner):

Oh.

No bull...just bowl.

FOOTBALL FAN (An American):

That's right.

No bull.

FOOTBALL FAN (A foreigner):

(Still confused)

No bull?

So what animal will be in the bowl?

FOOTBALL FAN (An American):

Seagulls and horses!

The big day is here:

The Super Bowl.

Today’s gladiators will fight (not to the death), but to the tunes of colliding tendons and bones, and the abundant rattling of mantled craniums.

Why do so many of us love to watch football?

We certainly don’t watch because we want to see these gladiators get injured.

Getting hurt just comes with the territory.

Maybe women tune in to watch the padded and unpadded areas of the players:

“Ooh, nice butt.  Wow, look at those legs!”

Commentators should talk less.

I miss John Madden.

He didn’t go on and on about statistics, but stayed focused on the live action, and gave humorous and concise one-liners.

I like the finesse of the running and passing.

The one hand catches by receivers!

The flying vaults to get touchdowns and first downs!

Perhaps forgotten and not given enough credit are the actions of the linemen.

The sounds of the tumult which emanate from their grunts, groans, and growls should be amplified to force spectators to appreciate their arduous labors.

If getting there is half the fun, then arriving is the pinnacle of the spectacle.

Touchdown!

And then the roars---not of lions---but of spectators who are watching the lion hearts!

Everyone enjoy!

 

IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

  

JUST A SECOND

The time is always, and the place is everywhere.

Dean Koontz

Space and time, time and space.

We all live in space.

We all pass our time in space.

The earth is in outer space.

Where is time?

Sometimes we are not aware of space as much as we are of the time that we spend or occupy in that space.

We have heard or said, “Don't space out” or “You're spacing out!”.

The presence of drugs is not a prerequisite for this imperative.

But we don't usually hear or say, “Don't time out.”

Well, I suppose in sports it might be said.

We might occasionally hear or say, “Give me some time” and “Give me some space.”

We might have had a timeless experience, but never a space-less one.

We might say that we had the time of our lives, but we wouldn't say that we had the space of our lives.

Unless it was a parking space.

We say time is money, but we don't say space is money.

We sometimes run out of time, but do we ever run out of space ?

Maybe we do when we're putting clothes in the closet, food in the fridge, or people in a car.

What is a space-time continuum?

I'll look it up.

Wikipedia says:

Spacetime

In physics, spacetime (also space–time, space time or space–time continuum) is any mathematical model that combines space and time into a single interwoven continuum. The spacetime of our universe is usually interpreted from a Euclidean space perspective, which regards space as consisting of three dimensions, and time as consisting of one dimension (often termed Minkowski space or the fourth dimension). By combining space and time into a single manifold, physicists have significantly simplified a large number of physical theories, as well as described in a more uniform way the workings of the universe at both the supergalactic and subatomic levels.

Time is very important when we have to be somewhere, when we have to be on time.

When we aren't working, we pass away the time--- we let time slip by---and we don't pay as much attention to the time as when we are working.

We don't pay too much attention to space when we are working.

We ask “What time is it?”, not “Where am I? or “What space am I in?”

In our free time we do pay more attention to space; that is, where we are, and where we want to go.

All of these ruminations have little to do with the reason why I wrote this.

It's because of this article that I saw today:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2544130/The-worlds-accurate-clock-revealed-wont-lose-second-five-BILLION-years.html

IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

NOT MUCH TO REPORT

Not much to report.

Not much going on.

At least in my neck of the woods.

I'm reading one Dean Koontz novel after another, so fast that I soon forget what one was about because I'm already reading the next one.

Not much is going on, yet I feel obliged (or obligated?) to write about things, or something.

I got the pet Schnauzer her haircut today.

It's been at least one year.

She should smell better now.

We know which teams will be at Super Bowl 48 (I don't want to use Roman Numerals).

Jimmy Fallon will soon be King (no offense to Larry King) of the Late talk shows.

He fits the bill.

His comedy, personality, and skits fit the times.

I now subscribe to HULU and NetFlix.

HULU for watching the late night comedy shows the next day.

Netflix for movies.

Climate change is in the air and in the news again.

Predictions are being made.

There may a mini-ice age just ahead.

In addition to the Super Storms.

And seas and oceans rising.

California is as dry as a desert.

It's a good thing that Mexico exports vegetables to the U.S.

Dennis Rodman and Justin Bieber should become roommates.

It bugs me that I'm not able to post pictures on my blogs.

I recently thought about this:

I remember staying up all night (for inspiration and motivation) in college to write term papers that were due the next day.

One time for a philosophy course I wrote two, but was supposed to turn in three.

I told my professor that the third one fell off of my motorcycle as I was riding on the interstate to get to class, and he said “that's o.k.”.

Thank you Professor Weir!

In college I briefly was a roommate in a house with a very nervous student.

We spoke very little.

He stayed up quite late.

He was studying and reading everything about Napoleon, especially his war tactics. 

I was pretty nervous then, too, but not from reading about Napoleon.

I was just nervous.

I am reading and re-reading Sylvia Plath's last book of poetry called Ariel, and for some poems I am sketching little illustrations.

Next, I want to read all of Dickinson's poems again.

Good night and sweet dreams.

IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

IN THE NEWS: MARIJUANA DENNIS RODMAN CHRIS CHRISTIE AND MAPPING THE HUMAN BRAIN

 

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/govbeat/wp/2014/01/08/alaskans-likely-to-vote-on-marijuana-legalization-this-summer/

Recently I heard one pundit on TV say with a tone of elevated dogmatism, “Of course, Bob Dylan's song Everybody must get stoned  isn't about smoking marijuana.”

The pundit didn't give the correct title of the song, which is “Rainy Day Women #12 & 35”.

After picking myself up off of the floor, I changed the channel.

This clearly wasn't the alleged station with fair and balanced news, and this pundit (if he was on anything) sure wasn't on Mary Jane.

“During the recording of Rainy Day Women #12 & 25, Dylan was high on cannabis, having passed joints around before the recording.”

[Howard Sounes, Down the Highway: The Life of Bob Dylan, Doubleday 2001].

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In other news, Dennis Rodman (take the jewelry out of your face...it looks horrible!) has become the official stooge of the dictator of North Korea, Kim Jong-Un.

Dennis should consider toking on some pot, instead of putting so much alcohol into his brain.

http://www.cbsnews.com/news/dennis-rodman-sings-happy-birthday-to-n-korean-leader/

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Chris Christie may have traveled a bridge too far, and it's a bridge that won't go away or be easily burnt on his journey to becoming the next President of the United States.

Which is good news for Jeb Bush and other hot GOP contenders, whoever they might become.

http://swampland.time.com/2014/01/09/apologetic-chris-christie-on-bridge-flap-i-am-not-a-bully/

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Scientists are gleeful that they are getting closer to understanding the human brain.

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/01/07/science/the-brain-in-exquisite-detail.html

But psychologists and philosophers aren't any closer to fathoming why this brain does what it does.


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Outer Space, the oceans, Fusion, and the Human Brain.

Which one will be conquered first?

Don't ask Dennis Rodman or Kim Jong-Un.

Maybe Bob Dylan.

IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!