Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Children

Thanks to Vic Lee of Pardon My Planet for the term, "... raise them free range" in regards to how to raise children.
 
I have written many times about the virtues of raising children and the difference between fathering and child and siring a child or its corollary, mothering and bearing a child.  In my expereince, most children are raised, but notably the ones not raised are the more memeorable ones, some of whom might make it to adulthood, which is scary for any rational person.  A long-ago co-worker once remarked, "You are emancipated", after watching the so-called adult parents laize-faire attitude with their children entering the store.  The "adults" seemed to not care if the children ran amock and pillaged, ransacked, and in all other ways destroyed the store.  The adults would get a token item or rental for the kids and four times that for themselves -- often with drug smells on them (alcohol / pot), but not always.  Drugs were independant to their being bad role models and seemingly bad parents -- doing nothing to direct their children.

Friday, June 30, 2006

Thanks to Earthlink & Brightmail

My spam is now under 500 ... thanks! Perhaps they are giving up?

If you go chasing rabbits

LSD by Honda ... wow, trippy, insane and odd --- Q-Bert Mario in Wonderland

lost fools

This morning there was a truck, with four or five people.  It was a ciity truck, whose passengers were going up and down the street looking in trashcans.  I'm heard of and seen curb shoppers but what in the world were they doing?  Together, I think they made one mind and I don't mean in ideal or direction but rather mentality.

Dis-association

In accounting for missing time, one wonders if there is a disassociative basis for the absence or lack of accountability for living time. In a smaller scale this can be demonstrated in a neural pathway limitation -- making little/no strong pathways to the event, all of life's events are stored, but to varying degrees of retrivability. A chemical change can bring about an even stranger existence in that actions by be controlled by a person, but not registered as related to that person. In other words: a person can walk across the room, but in some level on consciousness never associate that with his/her own actions, in that s/he popped from location to location. Moreover, the frontal lobes and parietal regions try hard to reason out what happened, so the person might believe that s/he was carried to the other location or for lack of any real understanding of the change of locations, may dismiss it entirely; striking it from retrievable memory.

The acting part of the mind responsible for moving the person may make no strong pathways (memory) of the event as it was out of the ordinary.

Now: take an event where the mind would naturally protect itself from harm -- intense/severe psychological harm in the context that one or more of the actions of a person fit this category. For example:

John Doe is acting in a rational way, doing the commonplace, while on a separate level he is calculating other actions or doing other actions (different than phantom limb). John's other actions are rooted in satisfying unmet wants/needs that won't be met by the other level of thinking. Similar to not using profanity in certain places because it behooves you to change or maintain a different vernacular. Level two's actions become so severe that John must block out what has happened. Now, shutting down level two leaves level one to sift through the mess and rationalize and reason what is there. This may be then related to John and thererefore be too severe to reason and level one shuts down as well. This action may lead to a level three disassociated incompletely or completely from the other levels. Level two -- as it were, may never again be retrievable in non-clinical attempts. The dissociation is complete then, in that John has acted, but may not relate those actions to himself directly or at all.

The third level then carries on where the other two levels have thereafter slept. The accountability of the actions is important in that may typical actions may be directly associated with the severe act. If the act involves driving; like running over a person, John may have difficulty driving thereafter, as part of the shutting down involves driving. No level of re-training may work. Other, more mundane tasks may also be affected such as talking, eating, walking.

In the retrieving and re-integration of information waking the levels of thinking is the greatest difficulty, in that generally the mind casts up this abrasions, never again checking their healing -- CT scans may even show low levels of use despite its need to be accessed.

Chemical prompts and goading lead to some better, or at least prompt results. Medically speaking, resurging of memories has exhibitions of violence, much like kicking of shins, reactionary on a non-cognitive level. This rejoining is a long process but in continual therapy the reactions are less severe each time until there is a merging of previously disassociated regions of memory.

Multiple personality, different than the aforementioned disassociation, is closer to hemispherectory in that the aflicted may keep all regions of the brain intact -- capable of wrting, reading, speaking all equivilent to each other, with the exception of a drawback -- generally the frontal lobes are rationed out to serve for personality storage. In this case, Mr. Happy may have a larger apartment than Mr. Sad, on the same floor. While Mr. Sad may have happy moments, it is Mr. Happy who has the bulk of this personality -- emtional drive. Fight-or-flight actions may be attributed to all personalies as it is based on other areas of the brain.

Therapy for this situation must be matched with chemistry and clinical talking therapy. Generally, the longer the separation of the personalities, the more difficult the separation, in that the neural pathways are stronger separated than at junctions. In this, the emtional processing and storage, other brain regions may become less-developed while the frontal lobes are more rigidly used -- saving the person from fusion or psychological death from the merging of the personalities.

Why bad television sells

I believe that some people might respond to terrible shows with, "this is horse[crap]!" Right! I agree that it is indeed terrible, smelly, rotting, but doesn't horse manure sell? So does bullcrap. No wonder why bad TV sells well ... it helps fertilize the easily placated minds, bad simple fiction like romance novels with a shiny "sexy" cover with a diatribe of sex dribble met with Matel(R) dialogue of equally plastic characters doing movements with unbendable limbs. The people are "pretty" but really unrealistic in unrealistic sets in unrealistic lives. When can you life or cry -- listen to the sound, be it music or laughtrack. It was long assumed that the audience at places were really enjoying the show, until you find that at times "audience" response light goes on and you are prompted to laugh or respond to the stimuli; "awws ... oohs", or righteous shouting like on Jerry Springer . Springer and the like are different in that they pool an audience together that collectively has little personality and an aggregate IQ of say --- 98.

Viewers can join the mob mentality (media plays on this well) and feed off the inflamatory images and sounds; not unlike "wrestling" be that WWE or WWF or any other combination of letters, the acronyms long since forgotten. It directs people when to feel, what to feel, eliminating any need for thinking. It works simply by "thinking" for the viewer, enabling it to burn less energy than sleeping*.

* scientific prediction and fact, based on average person for 8-hour sleep cycle.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Obesia Nervosa

A condtion where to combat psychological lows, a person eats vast amounts of food; either binging or non-binging to achieve: a metabolic rise in hormonal levels normalizing moods and partly self-destructive with suicidal affect (emtional expression).

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.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Hitting it

I tried to avoid a speeding PT Cruiser going down the street and I did, by getting too close the side edge of the street -- POW! I hit a can. It was the city's wheel monster, thankfully empty, as it tipped over, undented.

In other unrelated news -- "It's a crackhead against a crackhead!", cackled the old woman. A drug more deadly than the other.

Monday, June 26, 2006

eBay gives me spam

I got spam today ... the only site that has my info is eBay, therefore the culprit for more spam to me is eBay. They make enough money -- what's with the spam?

Wet, sweat, smells like I've been refueling a 1950's jet

I'm tired of magazines saying that sawing is the thing ... my body's sore back!!
 
I tried to clean out the gutters -- not just a seasonal project.  On my way to completion, I noticed a large dead branch in the tree over the garage.  I got the saw and worked on cutting this 12' beast.  The two more were visible.  I cut those; 18' & 22'.
 
If you don't climb trees, I haven't often as an adult, it's much like a bike -- you don't forget.  It's like twister:  right foot in nook, left three fingers holding you in place -- sometimes; tush in hard lumpy spot, left leg touching nothing.  When you are angered it's when left ankle 20 degrees -- ouch!  right arm 182 degrees -- ouch.
 
I finished bruised, but okay, sweaty as a marathon runner -- pew!  I sawed the things into small chunks filling the large wheeled city can and another can.  I was lucky no injuries from falling.  Hey!  It's a miracle.
 
Next up, some other projects:  paint hallway and one very large room.
 
I moved someone this year, will likely move another person this year (as per normal -- apart from myself), and have some last minute notice project with no planning involved.

Some one else's photos


Transkei2003 024
Originally uploaded by Jeanne Louw.
on flickr ...

Jane! Who's flying this crazy thing?!

I see pilot stripes, but no pilot, copter heading toward water and some silly photographer taking to get it on film.

Also in this set (from person I don't know) is a beached ship.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Spam dropping

Thanks to brightmail and earthlink -- my spam levels are dropping. It's like a sickness -- or acid levels, lessening acid reflux -- less burn and less to make you feel the pain.

I hope that, with everyone's effort, there can be a global spam in a can.

$44 buys warnings

I renewed my Consumer Reports 18 months ago for $44 and this month's issue is very helpful, especially about car insurance.  There is a link that some companies use being your credit record/score and your driving record, sometimes irrespective of age.  It is well worth the read ... secondary is the article about Salmon.

scores of scars

scratches and marks on the skin -- no, not me -- the dogs, as they love to tear into each other -- sometimes play, sometimes retaliation.  Anyway, Echo has some pronounced marks on his chin and muzzle and ear.  Cheynne has some scratch marks on abdomen and bite indications on her muzzle.
 
Don't in the middle of that!

Lickable wallpaper

Echo, Cheyenne and I were on a morning walk today and toward the end of the trip, there was an ivy-covered fence.  They very much enjoyed smelling and licking parts of it.  It was much like Willy Wonka's lickable wallpaper.
 
The Retriever, tastes just like retreiver; the bassett hound tastes just like bassett hound; try it; the chipmunk tastes just like chipmunk.
 
There were a few cats along the way, but they were undisturbed, thankfully.