I've always been curious about Rainbow people and I read this rideshare ad:
"im a 28 yro female need a ride to ocala regional rainbow gathering.....in ocala national forest in florida...... i have 3 dogs... i have a mom dog with 1 12 week old puppy and a rat terrier... so 2 small and 1 medium sized dog.... under 60 lbs.... i travel with 1 or 2 backpacks.... able to help with gas.... i fly signs and spange..... willing to gas jug as well if needed... wanting to go as soon as possible.... need to get to the rainbow gathering but more importantly my ol man gets out of jail january 24th.... i need to be there!!!... lovin you family......"
"Gas jug" has become a verb in this context and it means walking around with a gas jug until you get someone to fill it or give you change. I never did this but I did pull up to a gas station in Portsmouth driving my unregistered Grand Marquis as though I were rich and a lady asked me to put gas in her car. It was near Christmas so I gave her half a tank. She was going to Dover and had three kids in the backseat. The cold wind blew over the hood on Islington. She thanked me and drove off.
I don't know what "Fly signs" means. Maybe holding those "Need help" cardboard signs at intersections. Everyone needs something. I interviewed for a job at a high tech company inspecting PCB boards and routing out plastic boxes but I'm also looking for ride shares to Vera Cruz. Maybe I'll take the rainbow child to Ocala and spange my way to fortune.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Stalking the Arctic Wolf
Happy Valley Goose Bay was the setting of a few excursions to find the Arctic Wolf. Mainly I ended up on a narrow ATV trail, stranded on a sandbar, climbed the rainy hills near Northwest River and followed the call of the wild. I did not spot a wolf.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Communist Slaves Bust U.S. Unions
If someone could please explain how a communist "Workers Unite" nation like China can successfully break the U.S. unions by enslaving their own labor force while the Capitalist nation of America can have Basketball unions who delay the start of the season because they don't get millions more per game...then I'd appreciate it because it makes no sense to me. Is Detroit more Marxist than Hong Kong?
The whole point of a worker's nation that recognizes the work force is not a resource to be disposed of but rather the population that enables the ruling class time and money to coordinate better living conditions. But no, "If you don't like it, Leave." is, admittedly, better terms than the African slave had when he arrived in New Orleans but it's not what I would expect from a country who claims to have adopted the principles of communism.
My theory is that it's part of the long term strategy to weaken the American economy using a generation of subsistence workers to assemble iPods and camcorders and cheap Old Navy T-shirts so Walmart will be forced to accept the drastic changes that are on the horizon. Why else would a country that has a total monopoly on electronic assembly not charge consumers up the ass to pay for excellent working conditions?
Let's briefly examine the principles of Foxconn slave masters who are the Chinese Communist Party....
Second, adhere to the principle of emancipating the mind and seeking truth from facts; (Hahahah fucking ha)
Third, persist in serving the people wholeheartedly; and (>>>>?????<<<<)
Fourth, uphold democratic centralism.
Marxism-Leninism
This is closely linked to the Chinese Communist Party even if you wouldn't know it by listening to Madonna on your iPod.
"Marxism–Leninism is a communist ideology, officially based upon the theories of Karl Marx and Vladimir Lenin, that promotes the development and creation of an international communist society through the leadership of a vanguard party over a revolutionary socialist state that represents a dictatorship of the proletariat."
I've tried on many occasions to read Marx's Communist Manifesto but the language is not entertaining enough to hold my attention. It was required reading for Food Not Bombs volunteers but I couldn't get past part 1. Now I prefer to get my communism directly from Apple computers like everyone else.
But seriously, "dictatorship of the proletariat" is not the first thing that comes to mind when I see lines of people wearing electrostatic discharge leashes on their wrists silently inspecting pcb boards so kids in America and Paris can buy iPods with a credit card that represents the failed accounts of a bank that fraudulently foreclosed on houses as part of an international land grab scam orchestrated by fresh faced Ayn Rand economists from Brown University as part of their master plan to populate New Hampshire with Ron Paul libertarian voters to make sure the guy wins the primary. No, I'd call that a fucked up situation. Steve Jobs called that the perfect status quo and he made sure nothing changed for two decades...what a loyal comrade! Thank him for funding the Chinese military machine and suffocating freedom. We'll forget the hipsters who funded China's military just like we forgot Nazi cash flow being stolen from Poles and gypsies and stuffed in Rockefeller and Bush wallets. Get drunk!
I haven't pissed up the Apple tree in a while so let me say that I haven't forgotten their fucked values. The hypocrisy of American security guards kicking me out of parking lots (because I threaten their way of life) while listening to their communist slave products as provided by Kim Jong il, Stalin, Castro, Mao Zedong, and Steve Jobs is pretty funny. It's so funny I forgot to laugh as the police escorted me off the property. Let me translate this so you can understand: Every Apple product represents the fundamental values that killed 60 million people in 1940-1945 and then encased 1/4 of the planet behind a red iron curtain and subsequently bankrupted Russia, trained and armed Osama Bin Laden, enabled American cold war industrial machinists to fabricate an economy based on hate, deception and obsolescence while exterminating any resistance to pseudo-capitalism in Chile, Guatemala, Argentina and Nicaragua.... all so we can afford electronics manufactured with rare earth metals from war torn countries in climate ravaged Africa and assembled by pseudo-communist slaves in resource depleted Asia and purchased by kids in America where the media is controlled by an Australian who sugar coats every fact with weight loss programming and beauty secrets of celebrities and lost kitten stories. But yeah I'm the asshole for living in my van while hipsters communicate on iPhone. It's like an abolitionist dressing in slave picked cotton.
I think my resentments for Native American holocaust and slavery isn't from the historical fates of the shackled slaves and small pox infected Kickapoo but from the repetition of the conditions and sentences on people today. Because a nation born from slavery will continue to enslave. Born of the sword; live by the sword; die by the sword. Nothing changes if nothing changes...but Rupert Murdoch comes along who is much better at hiding the stagnancy of the cultural climate...or of manufacturing false change or representing change that never occurred. Once you learn how deep the lies go then you can't trust anyone without investigating them first. And when you investigate them and see it as part of the lie then your distrust deepens...on and on in a spiraling descent down the hillside of wolf fantasy. iPhones provided by Marxist wage slaves...that decimate water qualities around the world. It's science fiction dystopian stuff that sounds so insane that it's better to watch your weight-loss programs and hog hunters and whine at the news and wash your ass with coconut scented soap than to do anything...because to do it properly would mean evicting your landlord and claiming your land and defending your neighborhood with the help of armed neighbors...collective farming and turning iPhones into weathervanes to predict the direction of the mercury laden dust storms that are in our future.
I think the best example of the status of the world is that when you tell the truth: iPhones are assembled by a false proletariat slave state founded by Lenin, strengthened by Stalin and supported behind the back by Reagan and Steve Jobs...it sounds so insane that you can accurately be accused of being an insane conspiracy theorist. When the truth becomes insane then the propagandist magicians like Rupert Murdoch and Joseph Goebbels* have won, but ultimately it comes down to the New York businessman in 1850 who decides for or against using Mississippi cotton for his trousers...and to the San Francisco hipster who supports or decries the use of Stalinist wage slaves to assemble his phone. So, it's not entirely Steve Jobs's fault or Rupert Murdoch's doing. They are merely puppeteers with their hands up your ass and you can either say, "get your hand out of my ass." or you can smile and pretend it's a prostate exam. Americans...we good at self deception give more music boxes and low cost jock straps.
*"It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.”
The whole point of a worker's nation that recognizes the work force is not a resource to be disposed of but rather the population that enables the ruling class time and money to coordinate better living conditions. But no, "If you don't like it, Leave." is, admittedly, better terms than the African slave had when he arrived in New Orleans but it's not what I would expect from a country who claims to have adopted the principles of communism.
My theory is that it's part of the long term strategy to weaken the American economy using a generation of subsistence workers to assemble iPods and camcorders and cheap Old Navy T-shirts so Walmart will be forced to accept the drastic changes that are on the horizon. Why else would a country that has a total monopoly on electronic assembly not charge consumers up the ass to pay for excellent working conditions?
Let's briefly examine the principles of Foxconn slave masters who are the Chinese Communist Party....
II. Four basic demands for the building of the Party
First, uphold the Party's basic line;Second, adhere to the principle of emancipating the mind and seeking truth from facts; (Hahahah fucking ha)
Third, persist in serving the people wholeheartedly; and (>>>>?????<<<<)
Fourth, uphold democratic centralism.
Marxism-Leninism
This is closely linked to the Chinese Communist Party even if you wouldn't know it by listening to Madonna on your iPod.
"Marxism–Leninism is a communist ideology, officially based upon the theories of Karl Marx and Vladimir Lenin, that promotes the development and creation of an international communist society through the leadership of a vanguard party over a revolutionary socialist state that represents a dictatorship of the proletariat."
I've tried on many occasions to read Marx's Communist Manifesto but the language is not entertaining enough to hold my attention. It was required reading for Food Not Bombs volunteers but I couldn't get past part 1. Now I prefer to get my communism directly from Apple computers like everyone else.
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I haven't pissed up the Apple tree in a while so let me say that I haven't forgotten their fucked values. The hypocrisy of American security guards kicking me out of parking lots (because I threaten their way of life) while listening to their communist slave products as provided by Kim Jong il, Stalin, Castro, Mao Zedong, and Steve Jobs is pretty funny. It's so funny I forgot to laugh as the police escorted me off the property. Let me translate this so you can understand: Every Apple product represents the fundamental values that killed 60 million people in 1940-1945 and then encased 1/4 of the planet behind a red iron curtain and subsequently bankrupted Russia, trained and armed Osama Bin Laden, enabled American cold war industrial machinists to fabricate an economy based on hate, deception and obsolescence while exterminating any resistance to pseudo-capitalism in Chile, Guatemala, Argentina and Nicaragua.... all so we can afford electronics manufactured with rare earth metals from war torn countries in climate ravaged Africa and assembled by pseudo-communist slaves in resource depleted Asia and purchased by kids in America where the media is controlled by an Australian who sugar coats every fact with weight loss programming and beauty secrets of celebrities and lost kitten stories. But yeah I'm the asshole for living in my van while hipsters communicate on iPhone. It's like an abolitionist dressing in slave picked cotton.
I think my resentments for Native American holocaust and slavery isn't from the historical fates of the shackled slaves and small pox infected Kickapoo but from the repetition of the conditions and sentences on people today. Because a nation born from slavery will continue to enslave. Born of the sword; live by the sword; die by the sword. Nothing changes if nothing changes...but Rupert Murdoch comes along who is much better at hiding the stagnancy of the cultural climate...or of manufacturing false change or representing change that never occurred. Once you learn how deep the lies go then you can't trust anyone without investigating them first. And when you investigate them and see it as part of the lie then your distrust deepens...on and on in a spiraling descent down the hillside of wolf fantasy. iPhones provided by Marxist wage slaves...that decimate water qualities around the world. It's science fiction dystopian stuff that sounds so insane that it's better to watch your weight-loss programs and hog hunters and whine at the news and wash your ass with coconut scented soap than to do anything...because to do it properly would mean evicting your landlord and claiming your land and defending your neighborhood with the help of armed neighbors...collective farming and turning iPhones into weathervanes to predict the direction of the mercury laden dust storms that are in our future.
I think the best example of the status of the world is that when you tell the truth: iPhones are assembled by a false proletariat slave state founded by Lenin, strengthened by Stalin and supported behind the back by Reagan and Steve Jobs...it sounds so insane that you can accurately be accused of being an insane conspiracy theorist. When the truth becomes insane then the propagandist magicians like Rupert Murdoch and Joseph Goebbels* have won, but ultimately it comes down to the New York businessman in 1850 who decides for or against using Mississippi cotton for his trousers...and to the San Francisco hipster who supports or decries the use of Stalinist wage slaves to assemble his phone. So, it's not entirely Steve Jobs's fault or Rupert Murdoch's doing. They are merely puppeteers with their hands up your ass and you can either say, "get your hand out of my ass." or you can smile and pretend it's a prostate exam. Americans...we good at self deception give more music boxes and low cost jock straps.
*"It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.”
Saturday, February 4, 2012
All Else Fails in Fragile World
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| Oggy mourns his lost watchman's cap. |
I was chased by a savage, feral husky dog in a place called Saint Lunaire Griquet north of St. Anthony on New Foundland where Vikings made nails from peat iron and abandoned their cove to moose and tourists. The dog surprised me as I was wandering the coastline looking at the icebergs, hunting the elusive arctic wolf. I fled on desolated knees as it snarled and chased my skinny flanks down a hill, my video camera dropping to the gravel and exploding as I unsheathed my knife in dire protective mode, the dog out for blood and Oggy's ankle turning over Viking spears, saved by war shaman's amulet provided by gypsy in Mexico. Dog abandoned chase and Oggy ate a banana and panted, his instinct for survival not totally demolished by self-inflicted delusion.
The danger signs warn us of that which is hidden by the fog. Under clear skies we wonder why go through the trouble? But short sightedness is a weakness of the sound byte families raising us on 50 minute lessons of propaganda. Save 50 cents on air fresheners, spend 30 minutes looking for parking, donate to charity, low fat cookies, wolf free mountains, apples with no animal fat, animal fat with no hormones, vaginal mesh lawsuits and birth defects do the Lambada to syncopated African Mrimba ting and plink. Stop means go. Spending means saving. Cheer your touchdown and punch your infant wolf in the muzzle.
The Icebergs of the fantasy point to the dream that is on the horizon, 80% hidden from sight, and the other 20% melting in the mercury rich climate of our ignorance.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Oscar Peterson On Piano - Oggy On Drum Brakes
Only Ray Bryant, an absolute futuristic alien life form transported to Earth for a few decades and allowed to perform piano, makes Oscar Peterson the second greatest pianist I've ever heard. Oscar demonstrates some musical styles here and sings like an unaffected Nat King Cole. This clip impresses me with Oscar's humility and humor besides his talent. I could watch him play piano all day long.
It's not been an easy transition to the Midwest from Labrador and I've lazily not found a piano at an old folks home to punch. Instead, I've been knuckles deep in my brakes, they've never been good and I think only the front brakes do anything at all. The brake shoes were cracked for a while and it's been a nagging project that I thought would have to wait for spring but the climate instability has worked in Oggy's favor by giving me a week of 60 degree weather to tackle. I made a resolution to be prepared. Lately, I like to translate this to: Bring a knife to a knife fight and a gun to a gunfight. My tattered past has been ruled by the grave and inexplicable motto: Bring an accordion to a gun fight. In other words, eschew preparation in favor of the absurd. I can say that this has its drawbacks. It also has many unexpected benefits that will be explored in my homeless manifesto but for now I think I have exhausted this as a practical modus operandi.
Case in Point: The Brake shoes on the 1969 Econoline. Sounds simple? It isn't. It's a gun fight. If you bring a knife to this fight you will be fucked because everyone else is bringing guns. My learning this valuable lesson at this stage in my life is evidence that I learn a particular way (trial and error) and all the useless dinner table lectures were like static on the radio. The van has been my zen master these last few years because it is the parent I never had and the child I don't have. It has no emotional investment in my travels and it does not passive-aggressively ask me for sweets on its birthday or an oil change. It cares in a healthy, self-fulfilling and Oscar Peterson "accentuate the positive" kind of way. I am its master and it is mine. We are a union of metal and membrane. I no longer swear at it. I only investigate and, in the words of NASA engineers, "work the problem". I don't cry over spilled milk. It might be the one arena in my life other than music that is not overflowing with bitterness and resentment...that is a calm oasis of constant change with which I am at peace. By comparison, I get a dirty look in the supermarket and I resent it for months.
My Econoline forum is littered with tales of "Gonna do my brakes this afternoon" followed by 11 pages of questions and answers and forum tailchasing that lasts two weeks. That might be filed under the category of "Forum users don't post when everything goes smoothly" category but I like to think it is because the brakes aren't easy to work on. There are several steps and at least one trip to a brake drum machining shop. To replace everything, including drums, It would be maybe $140 in parts and 4 hours in time if everything is in place and you aren't harassed by homeless people and drug dealers on the street or parking lot where you are doing this work.
Still I hesitated to prepare my weapons for the gun fight and figured, "I'll do the minimum." Well, I have the time for such folly so it's no big deal. I'll be posting a whole essay on this matter but the main point I want to make is that an ounce of planning and preparation goes a long way. Autozone charges 70% more for parts than online sites and they often have to order them anyway. Ex: I paid $15 for a wheel cylinder repair kit at Autozone. A BRAND NEW WHEEL CYLINDER COSTS $3 ONLINE!! Translation: Buy ahead of time. Tools made for specific procedures are manufactured so cheaply by Vietnamese slave children that they cost less than the tool you will eventually break while using them as a substitute. And they sort of work better. Translation: Buy the tools.
Now, this does not mean it will all go smoothly. If you have the time then you are advised to do these jobs yourself. Empowerment is important and it doesn't take much to be an expert on your own car. To be an expert on all cars is a task for a lifetime. Learning about your own car would take a year and $200 in tools. If you own a 1969 Econoline then you are required to do them yourself because most shops north of Mexico City will not work on your van.
I will add that because this is a 43 year old van, I also apply the rule that if it isn't broken then don't fix it. They say replace the return springs on your brakes...and that's true if you own a 1995 Saturn because the springs you buy new will be as crappy as the springs that you are replacing...only newer. On a 1969 Econoline you will find that with few exceptions everything in 1969 was built much better than in 2012. It was built to last and it has lasted and to replace it with a Vietnamese slave part is plain foolish unless it has cracked down the middle, like my brake shoes. Unless the springs are hanging like wet noodles then use them again because a 43 year old spring is still better than a brand new slave product. I might be alone in maintaining this position but it's how I justify not buying new $2 springs. Although this work still must be done on a busy street I bought some jack stands and two brake tools. The pads I had since September. The one scored drum was turned at O'Reilly's auto parts for $15. The only thing I replaced were the cotter pins on the castlelated nut holder. I'm still trying to bleed the brakes after a mishap with the wheel cylinder but they've tested OK so far.
It's not been an easy transition to the Midwest from Labrador and I've lazily not found a piano at an old folks home to punch. Instead, I've been knuckles deep in my brakes, they've never been good and I think only the front brakes do anything at all. The brake shoes were cracked for a while and it's been a nagging project that I thought would have to wait for spring but the climate instability has worked in Oggy's favor by giving me a week of 60 degree weather to tackle. I made a resolution to be prepared. Lately, I like to translate this to: Bring a knife to a knife fight and a gun to a gunfight. My tattered past has been ruled by the grave and inexplicable motto: Bring an accordion to a gun fight. In other words, eschew preparation in favor of the absurd. I can say that this has its drawbacks. It also has many unexpected benefits that will be explored in my homeless manifesto but for now I think I have exhausted this as a practical modus operandi.
Case in Point: The Brake shoes on the 1969 Econoline. Sounds simple? It isn't. It's a gun fight. If you bring a knife to this fight you will be fucked because everyone else is bringing guns. My learning this valuable lesson at this stage in my life is evidence that I learn a particular way (trial and error) and all the useless dinner table lectures were like static on the radio. The van has been my zen master these last few years because it is the parent I never had and the child I don't have. It has no emotional investment in my travels and it does not passive-aggressively ask me for sweets on its birthday or an oil change. It cares in a healthy, self-fulfilling and Oscar Peterson "accentuate the positive" kind of way. I am its master and it is mine. We are a union of metal and membrane. I no longer swear at it. I only investigate and, in the words of NASA engineers, "work the problem". I don't cry over spilled milk. It might be the one arena in my life other than music that is not overflowing with bitterness and resentment...that is a calm oasis of constant change with which I am at peace. By comparison, I get a dirty look in the supermarket and I resent it for months.
My Econoline forum is littered with tales of "Gonna do my brakes this afternoon" followed by 11 pages of questions and answers and forum tailchasing that lasts two weeks. That might be filed under the category of "Forum users don't post when everything goes smoothly" category but I like to think it is because the brakes aren't easy to work on. There are several steps and at least one trip to a brake drum machining shop. To replace everything, including drums, It would be maybe $140 in parts and 4 hours in time if everything is in place and you aren't harassed by homeless people and drug dealers on the street or parking lot where you are doing this work.
Still I hesitated to prepare my weapons for the gun fight and figured, "I'll do the minimum." Well, I have the time for such folly so it's no big deal. I'll be posting a whole essay on this matter but the main point I want to make is that an ounce of planning and preparation goes a long way. Autozone charges 70% more for parts than online sites and they often have to order them anyway. Ex: I paid $15 for a wheel cylinder repair kit at Autozone. A BRAND NEW WHEEL CYLINDER COSTS $3 ONLINE!! Translation: Buy ahead of time. Tools made for specific procedures are manufactured so cheaply by Vietnamese slave children that they cost less than the tool you will eventually break while using them as a substitute. And they sort of work better. Translation: Buy the tools.
Now, this does not mean it will all go smoothly. If you have the time then you are advised to do these jobs yourself. Empowerment is important and it doesn't take much to be an expert on your own car. To be an expert on all cars is a task for a lifetime. Learning about your own car would take a year and $200 in tools. If you own a 1969 Econoline then you are required to do them yourself because most shops north of Mexico City will not work on your van.
I will add that because this is a 43 year old van, I also apply the rule that if it isn't broken then don't fix it. They say replace the return springs on your brakes...and that's true if you own a 1995 Saturn because the springs you buy new will be as crappy as the springs that you are replacing...only newer. On a 1969 Econoline you will find that with few exceptions everything in 1969 was built much better than in 2012. It was built to last and it has lasted and to replace it with a Vietnamese slave part is plain foolish unless it has cracked down the middle, like my brake shoes. Unless the springs are hanging like wet noodles then use them again because a 43 year old spring is still better than a brand new slave product. I might be alone in maintaining this position but it's how I justify not buying new $2 springs. Although this work still must be done on a busy street I bought some jack stands and two brake tools. The pads I had since September. The one scored drum was turned at O'Reilly's auto parts for $15. The only thing I replaced were the cotter pins on the castlelated nut holder. I'm still trying to bleed the brakes after a mishap with the wheel cylinder but they've tested OK so far.
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