the twilight is curling
in angles
the Sun had drowned
in the sea
and Moon between dream
and despair
is riding proudly
the Greater Bear
you sit at the bay
on my shoulder
and let yourself so
gently rocked
and look
as a rainbow
is melting
in the sea
and the sky
descending
wrapping us
in eternities
in the sweet evening
all around us
you see how close
are the silvery stars
the beautiful moment
surrounding us
in a shroud of dreams
(in my arms i can feel it
so light like a gleam)
when starry torches
sew the vault
with flowers
from a flax dress
with silvery threads
with silky threads
6:45 Here is a picture of a simulation i should add to my post about everything. As i said many times, electrons on the same levels of energy (clouds) interact with each other and their trajectories are very complicated. But when sometimes due to collision they temporarily reach relativistic speeds, they generate reactions or disturbances in the original void we may call virtual particles with matching relativistic mass, speed and trajectory and opposite charges
If those are due to fall to a lower energy level they trigger chain reactions we call photons. If they are from the electrons moving at the same energy level we may call them strings.
12:05 Did this ever cross anybody's minds, that people with insider knowledge or only prediction power by previous experiences make good money knowing in advance about these rate cuts? Yes you can make money when the market or a stock goes down by an operation called "shorting".
Everybody assumes this semi-private entity called Feral Reserve is benevolent. Some say it creates dividends, some say they are not for profit.
Everybody knows, who's not in it for profit then is for something else and i believe some are making money knowing in advance their decisions.
Look at the inflation rates and the astronomic values of the stocks right now, with companies like Microsoft that are evaluated hundreds of times and are bought only for resale purposes though they have no intrinsic value or they bring dividends.
However Nvidia and Tesla are mother and father of all speculators on Wall Street with Nvidia having a daily average range of 5%.
1:11 Wow i looked at the market and stocks briefly stopped slumping, i did some other stuff, they started to fall back.
1:30 PM Tratatul NATO prin felul în care a fost redactat, adică foarte vag, are un singur articol cu valoare juridică (binding) și anume faimosul Articol 5 care practic spune că dacă o țară este atacată, toate țările NATO vor răspunde (conform propriei doctrine militare). Chiar așa, la reședința personală?
1:50 Culmea demisiei. Să-ți dai demisia după ce abia ai dat o lovitură de stat (pentru a salva Statul)!
9:52 Dacă Iohannis își dă demisia, următorul președinte va fi Președintele Senatului, adică Ciucă sau viitorul Președinte al Senatului.
10:00 Serios? M-am uitat acum pe factură. Eu plătesc 20 de cenți pe kilowatt. Un litru de benzină e 1 dolar.
10:15 I said earlier i would come with more details about my adventures at WinCo today. At the check stand, i think it was her. Got there because a new one opened on the right, one person left there and another came immediately after her and there was only one person in line at her stand.
Half of the stands or near the middle of the store where closed which was unusual. I ran on the right because i saw this fat tall man with white goatee dressed in a pink vaporous women's dress with naked hairy legs on the left.
Not the first time is see her in there. She usually does (when i go there) the early morning shift or before 7 AM. When she talks she does short, yelled phrases.
Like today she commanded me to put the bag with potatoes in the cart before it reached her. She reminds me of the soup nazi. I think the man standing behind me was the man himself. A shadow of what he used to be, but probably could still pack one punch.
Right before me an old man and an old woman were negotiating something with her. I think they were trying to get some cashback beforehand which they did. Then they moved at the end of the belt and she started to check for them and for a while it was all looking on cameras like it was all my stuff which was a lot. Then they came and paid.
Fortunately for me, i was too pissed with other things in mind to care about he acting provocative. One of them was i went 1.65 dollars over my checking balance (At WinCo you can only pay with debit). That meant i had to go to the bank to deposit 1 dollars and 65 cents.
When i put in the pin, the keyboard moved (like it always does at WinCo) and i saw i typed three digits only. Could not see the back button and i canceled the whole transaction. I felt this strong cinnamon perfume smell and when i turned and looked he was right behind me.
That was the time stamp on my receipt.
10:30 Another one. When the pharmacist associated with dr.Michael Jaczko prescribed my insulin he did a demo on how to use the pen on a small pad on my belly and he said belly or thigh but he did not show me how to pinch the fat.
He said in that pen it was water but was smelling like insulin (now that i use it i know) and some went on my clothes. Then he changed his mind, prescribed the one with syringes which i refused at the pharmacy to make it look like it was my choice.
I did not google for that until yesterday when it was for totally different reasons. Tonight was the first time i pinched the fat on my thigh and i did not feel that rush anymore. Though i feel shortness of breath one hour after my last dose probably as a result of increasing metabolism after insulin with increasing need for air (oxygen) and for some reason which could be hiatal hernia, chronic nose congestion, i do not breath enough.
When i first tried to start (and did not), about 10 days ago, i checked my blood sugar first and was 170 (which did not happen in years, my A1C is 12) so i wrote to him and he changed the first dose from 20 to 13 units which today i did like 7 units, twice, and i'm around 200.
The pen, like everything else in the fridge smells like smoke, from that day when i put a carton of eggs in the fridge after i put it on a hot burner on the stove and caught fire under. However i wipe the pen's rubber pad with alcohol before i rub my skin (and let them dry) and every time and i attach every time a new, sealed, needle. No i don't keep the pen i use in the fridge, but it was in the fridge for about a week before i started.
I think i can squeeze in here one more thing. The brand of the pen (covered by my insurance) is Lantus Sol-oh-Star which reminds of Lotus and the Sun Emperor and it has indeed lotus motives on it.
Today i put air in my tires, went to WinCo in my old truck, got some exposure to cold and all more exposed areas now hurt enough to wake me up several hours after i crashed in the afternoon.
11:20 All cars that pop on the streets wherever i go have either symbolic brands, LPNs, or logos, all chosen and dispatched by AI according to the theme of the day. All of them have the left mirror turned so i can't see their faces.
Today i tried and caught a few of them with my phone's camera. They were many others (i mean, all of them), including a long platform with a huge fiber optics coil right next to the cabin (right after the one in the first picture. Sometimes the are semis.
I remember when i talked on the phone with my ex HS class headmistress on the phone in 2004 and she told me that i am the only real person among hundreds of thousands of actors in the area. The "demented" she called them but refused to say more.
Here are some pictures taken today, to give you an idea of how epic this is.
When i uploaded them last one came first. A variation or several of the acronym KGB is always present on any of my trips. KAJ and KZB.
The passing SUV that was dispatched by AI when i was talking pictures almost cover the number in the distance. Very present these days, could mean PD or PG or both, an allusion a to Alexa. PAR 4 whatever that is. SB in the left.
Slamer? Electric, with ladders.
I usually don't do this (anymore) but today i got pissed really bad given the importance of what i post about light and the superhuman effort i made with desmos this weekend.
Mathews Aurora Funeral Services. When i saw it first, it was in front of me than an SUV got promptly in between when i pulled the phone, then i changed lanes, i passed that one, he veered to the right and i took the picture from the middle lane.
Right after a very long, empty platform with a huge fiber optics coil near the cabin, figuring the letter J.
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
A song that brings nostalgia to me for times filled with hope... 95...
But the reason i put in here is other than hope...
There is a category of people that punish you by giving you a good advice in a moment when you hate them and they are sure you are not going to take it. Or you simply cannot understand it because of timming, language or cultural differences. Or even not meant for your expected level of understanding.
It's also a form of social dualism, because this is a win-win situation, for them. If you run away from their advice because you simply hate everything coming from that direction in that moment, you take your deserved punishment for hate. If you take the advice or even you figure it yourself, then you owe them. But since there's always a flow, a covering emanation of good advice, you can never claim you ever took a good decision or generally you are of or do any good.
Why do you hate them? Because they harass you until you do. But this is usually a different story.
It's calculated and pathetic in the same time which is a contradiction of terms that almost allways hide a deeper contradiction from my experience. Still have to think about for a while.
But my first impression about this whole thing is ... surreal...
I was listening to to 99.5 FM, The Wolf. Exactly a few seconds after i started thinking about writing this post, i heard the first tunes of the song above. I am not that versed in country so i had to wait a few seconds until i heard the first words.
Write this down. George Strait. (one guy who should not monopolize the straightness of all guys named George, i said it long time ago).
So i decided to write this down. It's gone take some pain.
First i have to bring here Dimitrie Cantemir, one of the greatest writers and historians that lived in Europe during the Ottoman Empire. He actually lived a large part of his adult life in Istanbul, Turkey. He knew a lot about Ottomans. He wrote a lot about their history in a work called History of the Growth and Decay of the Ottoman Empire whose manuscripts were part of the Romanian Treasure transferred by the Romanian government to Moscow in 1916.
But this is not what i had in mind to write down today.
I was thinking how little we know about the history of a people that spans over 1000 years that lived and thrived in the middle East, parts of Europe, Asia, Africa.
One thing i know for sure. From a video i saw on youtube. Their leaders where absolute. Their entire existence was based on this one constant. The leader could not be contested. (I remember i read somewhere that their rules of succession were so tough that at the moment o taking power the sultan was killing all his brothers for everybody's assurance that he will not be challenged - here: "the practice of fratricide, first employed by Mehmed II, soon became widespread.[2] Both Murad III and his son Mehmed III had their half-brothers murdered. The killing of all the new sultan's brothers and half-brothers (which were usually quite numerous) was traditionally done by manual strangling with a silk cord." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Line_of_succession_to_the_former_Ottoman_throne). After all, absolute leadership is the most natural type of social organization known to humankind but that doesn't mean that in time this type of society does not become advanced or sophisticated.
I bet there was a big competition for gaining sultan's favor and trying to influence him. Probably part of this was straight advising, when asked for. But i bet another part of this was guessing his mood and suggestioning. I never read anything about but it is my guess.
But i don't think it was such a far fetched assumption if i considered that they might have brought this to an art level. Both guessing his mood and making subtle suggestions. Could they have gotten at the level where could have been embedded them in the songs he was listening?
I was getting ready to read a book i took from the library, "The Last Sultan, The Live and Times of Ahmet Ertegun" by Robert Greenfield. Ahmet Ertegun. The ambassador's son. The media mogul. The man who changed the face of American music. (or maybe not only music). Never had time to. But i think all that anybody needs to read from that book is in the picture below.
And judging only by the title of the book and the passage i already read online, the fact that he in the Atlantic files “had every disc jockey in the United States’s shoe size, hat size, preference in women and drugs of choice” make me think he might have introduced us, unknowingly, to the not forgotten practices of those times of the Ottoman Empire, so familiar to those that come from communist countries, (and this is not a coincidence, i wrote in other posts about the possible connection) things that don't have anything to do with democracy and Declaration of Independence. Click on the picture to can actually read that in the book, on the lower left page.
If a dictator or sultan can be influenced by embedded words in his music, why a democracy couldn't? Provided you have the means to reach everyone.(And that is already history).
Imagine a guy like that with knowledges like those in the today's internet and supercomputers' world.
And by the way, i thought i spotted his ghost yesterday in a beige, older Volvo driven by a beautiful, not so old, smiling woman.
I've been looking for days now for video or pictures of tanks at the parade and all i could find was this low def picture. There are more pictures with the two armored vehicles, but no tanks. There are some scratches at the tank covered skillfully by the photographer with some wires of a fence, the right track of the tank (above this soldier's head) seem to be indeed rusted when compared to the right one, etc..
