Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

language

What language do I speak?  I speak and write disassembly language.  I disassemble things, patch them together for a more, or at least at the time, useful term or vernacular.  I can speak true English and write effetive English, but generally I write faster with my neologism-lect of my own use/creation.  While not scizophrenic, many people patch together, usually in haste or mild confusion (status from diet, rest, electrolyte balance), some more than others.  Schiophrenics, however, see no difference and wholly embrace their new word or no meaning of the word.  In contrast to that, I often make puns that stick with me long after their use ... such as Walletbuster for Blockbuster.  I often forget the real name of the business, in this case, for me to effectively communicate about it, at least intelligently.
 
I will intentionally break apart situations and parts and more cleverly assemble them -- now, more than ever, on a pre-cognitive basis, so that I am not really thinking about it.  Doing this for so long, it seems that I am fast to the punch on some jokes and responses, but it is so long ago that my mind made interesting pathways and connections to things that are rationally or reasonably related, but contextually can be put together for humor or effect explanation.  That being the case, it is a reasoning process and not something that can be taught.  While you can learn to be a better visual learner, you cannot train or learn photographic menory.  I had a strong visual memory, in that I could read through a novel, put it down, then not remembering the page, look through the 50 page area of find the page by remembering the look of the page (shape of the paragraphs on the page).  More over, my auditory memory is fairly strong in that I can remember things of age 3 -- but I can't bring them to mind unless triggered by another stimulus.  From these trace bits and pieces, I have an odd, quirky, perhaps mad and irrational view and understanding of things, but that is my thinking.

Head & shoulders


Head & shoulders
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.
I took this shot while at a light. The person in question I shall call Mr. Fartsalot, as he was continually procaliming his gaseous fumes of fried food fury.

Echo and Cheyenne asleep on sofa


Echo and Cheyenne asleep on sofa
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.
This is in clear violation of the No Puppies on Furniture ordiance 81.a. I found out later that this their piece of furniture and that when I slept on it, it was a point on contention.

Cheyenne here not only is a longer dog than Echo, but stretches more than Echo.

Loopy


I met the Cramers yesterday afternoon, though tired. While Charlie and Lori were resting, I was watching daytime TV -- joy of joys. The history channel had a show on the Russian "Red" Mafia, which was a repeat. I shut down and lost a complete minute, but woke with pins-poking-me pains all over me (much like a complete body sleep, not just a limb -- no circulation. I don't want to experience that again.

I fought feverishly with a car seat, then reasoned it out -- assemble "upside-down" as Monkeyjack put it. Of course ... anyone would assume to do that! I took some photos of Charlie in the car, but he was trying to shift in his car seat to avoid being photographed. He also didn't believe me when I said that we were lost on our way to daddy's work.

We got to his daddy's work and walked around. Monkeyjack showing me the new studio for photography. It's neat, complete with a high-tech camera. T seemed anxious to have the shooting right away -- all products photographed in a number of mintues -- working and finishing on Sunday if need be. Anway, we went to the Hills (Los Lomas) for dinner.

I had two margarittas -- made well and then for a second time -- was loopy, but happy, that carried through to 10:30, after which a glucose crash drained me so that the keyboard looked equally comfortable as a bed and pillow.

Rediscovering George Clinton

While researching something different, I cam across some George Clinton and the Parliment Funkadelic. Wow! How funky 70s can you get? I like their work and remember some of it, but frankly, being a white suburbanite, I was, well ... not introduced to some of it. It's great! They were credited with "Jungle Boogie", but Kool & the Gang were also credited with it. I will have to find the person(s) who were awarded with copyright.