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Hello!? Is anyone there?? Knock if you want in!    ~~Image #1500358 Sharing Restricted~~ ** Image ID #1646857 Unavailable **  This blog contains only items derived from specific prompts. I'm too stubborn to take the time to post the prompt that the entry is based on. So if you don't understand whats going on - well, I dunno - I guess that just means you don't understand. I would also like to invite you to take a look at my other blog:
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| Whole bunch of books read since my last entry. Best book since last entry: The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell October- Yeah it's here and it's there too and everything is always my favorite and I hate them pretty much equally too, here it is green in this time and place but then there will be hues of color, in that other part of time, hues on the leaves and hues on the ground and huge piles of hues in the places where foolish people insist on putting the hues in those piles - red and yellow and brown and orange look much more appropriate hanging from mostly bare Halloweenish branches, yes hanging is a Halloween tradition, roped necks and swinging corpses and ghouls engorging on rotting dead meat - but happy children playing in those huge multiply hued piles is an October tradition, and yes happy children is more favorite than rotting corpses, but in the other place October is the same time but it is the other place, with totally bare sticks and limbs and branches except on the needled forestation, infestations of the forest with fenestrations between the trunks to catch glimpses of birds and weasels turning white and more and more of the landscape turning white and more and more is buried in white until October is totally buried in white and then maybe November appears - yes it all my favorite. I think Halloween is the time to be scary, not cutesy, but scary. I always try to dress as myself when I can. That's the scariest thing I know. |
Hmmm - I don't think I have ever done anything that I thought I could never do. I have always been so egotistical that I always thought I could do anything I decided to do. But I could make a long list of things that I thought I could do and really couldn't.   I feel like saying I have always kept my word whenever I have promised anything, but that would be a lie - and I'm sure at one time or another I have promised not to lie. I have a hard time getting out of paradoxes so I don't even try. - But truthfully, I have often intentionally broken promises when I really believed that more good than harm would come from the breaking. |
| I was going to just say I need all the forgiveness I can get. But then I decided to say a little more. You can't really talk about forgiveness without taking the concepts of 'intent' and 'misunderstanding' into consideration. Forgiveness boils down to the interrelationship of these three concepts. When you boil down 'forgiveness' and 'intent' and 'misunderstanding', you get a tremendous cloud of steam. Inhale deeply and see what happens. Blog City - Please forgive me for not using the prompt! Oh hell - maybe I will. The blue wind and rain was driving the insects into the trees. They had been innocently flying across the bridge, they even saw the sign warning of strong winds, but they can't read! Luckily The Lone Ranger was nearby, ready to give chase, "Hi - Oh Silver! - Away" |
| Book I finished today: Miramar, by Naguib Mahfouz I don't feel like Blogging today so I'm not going to! |
| Today I finished reading a book: Omeros, by Derek Walcott I look at all prompts as open-ended. If I didn't look at them as open-ended I might feel like someone was telling me what to do. I believe rules are made to be broken. It is human nature to look for an alternative. Computers are programmed, people choose. Robots follow the path of rules, and laws - I, and other human minds think for ourselves. Of course this philosophy has caused me some problems in this life, maybe because all of the 'others' are robots, I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I have refused to obey the "Laws of Nature", but in my opinion if something was REALLY a 'Natural Law' I wouldn't be able to break it. Of course I can never do what I am told to do. This has made it impossible for me to work for an employer as an employee. I was never lucky enough to find someone who would employ me to do whatever I wanted to do. I was always able to do quite well working for myself and telling other people what to do, until a made a terrible mistake one day. I decided to become a doctor! So, after easily graduating from Medical School at the age of 52, I started residency in a large hospital. Horrors - I discovered I would have to do what I was told for three years until I could be on my own. So I quit! |
| Some people are embarrassed by being told they are acting childish, but I'm not because I take it as a compliment! I have been traveling with Dr. Who for the past 50 years. Before that I thought I was traveling through time and space on my own. However I have come to realize that I always was and always had companions. Possibly all were incarnations of The Doctor. People such as H. G. Wells, Robert A. Heinlein, Connie Willis and countless others. Would I travel through time and space if I had the opportunity? - Would you? Of course I would, I do! And If you understand the nature of reality you would say you would, because you already do! Saying you don't want to travel through time and space is akin to saying you don't want to live anymore. It is at least suicide of the imagination. Recently I was explaining my philosophy to my son, he said my reality was much more interesting than his. |
What would I tell my younger self when I was offered my first job? Hmmmm.   I guess I would have to say, "Don't bother. You're just going to work too hard, try to do too much, try to impress everyone, get tired of it, and move on. Just tell them goodbye and go out and play."When I woke up, or, I should say, came to, I saw the note on the bedside table. It said: "Goodbye. We won't be back. We're sure you know why." Well. I had no idea 'why', but I wasn't surprised. So many times in my life someone has said something to me, or about me, which has astounded me, hurt me, embarrassed me, or any number of other things, and I have had no idea what they were talking about. They just expected me to know. Book I finished today: Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, by Haruki Murakami. |
| When I listen to my books talking I don't have to wonder what they are talking about. I am part of the conversation. I am in my books and if there is a separate me, they are in me. We have wonderful discussions and interesting arguments. I win all the arguments except the ones with that damned debating text! I have already said a lot about my earliest memories:
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| He stood up with a groan, brushed the dirt off his knees and stretched. "August sure is a weed month", he grumbled under his breath. "All this damn rain is makin' 'em grow. Wish I lived in the desert, but then I'd just be complainen' about the heat and dry." He had been complaining a lot lately.; usually when there was no one around to hear him. Luckily, thinking about August reminded him that Pearl's birthday was in August. Yes, he hadn't thought of old Pearl in years. Some of the weeds he pulled had some little flowers on them. I guess you could call them wild flowers. He made a little bouquet. "I think I'll take these to Pearl. She'd like 'em I think. If she remembers me after all these years." |
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