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 JANUARY - JUNE 2010  -  - I've done nothing... and already 1/2 the year is gone..  and so much happened, yet I have nothing to say.

(June - December 2010 had absolutely nothing to distinguish it from a bad reading of the wrong script.)

Ok, so they want you 'scared', but not just 'scared'.. they really want you 'too scared'.  Too Scared to speak out.  Too scared' to sign a petition that might reflect on your extra-curricular activities, i.e. - 'yes, I believe Marijuana should be legalised.'  Expect a visit or a little 'eye-ball time' from the DEA, FBI, ATF or some other group of enthusiasts... or even worse, you get added to their 'database' for future reference. So, ok.. it's clear and we know, there is a drive to make individually-minded, independent thinking, 'americans', too frightened or too worried about participating in signing controversial or 'alternative value' petitions and voicing their genuine desires and beliefs.  A push to make us too scared, too frightened to appear in public wearing the wrong t-shirt or carrying the wrong book, even taking the 'wrong' book out of the library (always remember to use someone else's card if you're unsure!). This is the moment when it is absolutely vital to make a POINT of doing what is 'wrong'... publicly, and with clear purpose.  The lines 'don't fence me in' come to mind.

Back to a forgotten post on Sunday 4 April 2010-  MGCK Music    And then he said, 'Tesla is an urban myth!'

**I didn't post this 'ode to Nikolai Tesla' on Easter Sunday, 4 April 2010 when I wrote it.   So here it is and my comments to the fellow I wrote it for:

Charles.. I know I met you in the pool at LA Fitness on Wilmot in Tucson (aka "The Lubyanka"!!!), and I remember thinking you were quite chubby but pleasantly talkative, yet, I have to tell you Charles, re TESLA and you comments on your Radio show... I just have to tell you Charles... You may know you're Aunt Fannie, but you don't know SH*T about TESLA!!! URBAN MYTH???? Here, Charles, for you, some facts about why Nikolai was debunked and denuded of kudos.. denied a Nobel Prize and sarcastically sequestrated from greatness in the 20th Century:  His Energy Was FREE.

""Tesla's investors dropped the project when they realized there was no way to meter the power to make money on the end user. We've been trying to catch up for 100 years and are still far behind where he was with his understanding of radiant energy. With reportedly over 700 patents awarded him worldwide, no wonder it has taken us so long to catch up. The man who shaped the twentieth century, with his invention of the radio, radar, x-ray, AC power, and the induction motor, is now shaping the twenty-first century as we finally begin implementing his methods of tapping and distributing free energy. ""

So.. Nikolai Tesla.. The Rotating Magnetic Coil..  all of you naysayers hold your breath and bite your tongues.  In all of the illusionary and self-delusionary descriptions of 'achievements' that surround a modern life, have you ever given the Golden Mean a new Golden Rule.. a new wheel... a secret great enough to construct another pyramid.  Have you ever cracked the sky and brought the pieces together to make magic.  Probably not.. but Nikolai did... .

All I asked was, 'why do petroleum companies buy up new and developing technologies: the patents, the copyright, the IDEA< the trademark, the guys' scrapbook.. everything.. and hide it way up there on the tippy toppy shelf, out of sight and mind for decades, mouldering into centuries.  Why do they do that?  Why do they encourage us to burn gas and oil and blow toxins into our heavenly arc? What benefits can be achieved by poisoning us all as we fly and drive into eternity?"

Well.. I guess cash is that important.  Cash clout and power.  The end game.  The big buck in the wallet, the big wallet in the pocket and just like Pinnochio's nose, maybe your dick will grow with it!.. Imagine how many hours of pocket pool you could indulge in with a great big WALLET!  The Oil Barons already know.

Yet, Charles' words come back to me... like Charles Foster Kane's final utterance 'Rosebud'. A marvelous mystery this life we're living.  And Republican Right-Wing Talk Radio is part of that mystery. I scratch my head again and again:  "Tesla???"... "urban?'...'myth???"... three otherwise comprehensively UN-RELATED words arriving in the same sentence. Just how did that Radio Talk Show Host - Charles Heller - do it???  Is it a mad artful juxtaposition of line and colour a la Brigitte Riley? The joining of two unrelated things makes a 'third' thing.. like Charles Foster Kane's final utterance, 'Rosebud'.  A marvelous mystery this life we're living.  An endless surprise-filled Pandora's hot pot.  And today, KVOI Radio 1030 AM blew my mind.

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Art Quote of the Day

I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
Jim Morrison

Sunday 9 May 2010 - Mother's Day.. how could you forget?

I had a thought today.. Mother's Day 2010 *(i.e. May 9th) walking in Green Valley, a satellite residential 'development' (horrible word, I know.. but I believe this one actually 'works') located south and west of Tucson Arizona... best known as an affluent 'snowbirds' RETIREMENT community.  Don't get ideas about 'snowbirds'.. maybe they do like the white lines and skiin' down the long white hill, but mostly, they seem to keep it pretty straight. 

While taking the tour, I saw some groovy looking houses in 'The Acres'.  Lots of private foliage-hidden space.   I liked it.  I could live there for a while.. 6 months.. a year.. walk on the wild side; in the mountains.. the canyons.... explore Mexico just 20 miles south on I-19. 

Anyway, I was speaking with a new but DEAR friend of mine who lives out in this 'development'.. we were taking the path around the fantastically devoid-of-golfers golf cours, after the dinner she prepared for me and her dad.  It was really peaceful and really really really lovely (until the Yankees started losing to the Red Sox!).  She's from Boston.. so this was a particularly hurtful event for me and a triumphant cap to the evening for her.

Back to the good vibes:  Gambel's quails feeding in the garden and views across to Elephant Head Mountain and Wreintzen (sp) Observatory.. .. it was a softly spectacular sunset.  So we drifted into the usual chat about politics.. political thought.. and the intellectual 'neighbourhood' around us here in Tucson.  The Agreed Consensus: it's difficult to find thoughtful, original minds in Arizona, or, maybe, they're just somewhere else?  It is trying and difficult to find people who like to READ in Arizona... yes.. I mean BOOKS.  And then, slowly it came to me.  This may be a good thing, as it really doesn't matter how much opportunity and equality you may want to shower on the population when the Revolution comes.  It doesn't matter your best intentions to raise them all up by their bootstraps and give them a breathtaking view of human possibilities.  'Consciousness.' None of that matters.  The fact is, some people were put on this earth to dig latrines and they are the ones who don't like to read.  Thank God for them.  Who else would do it?

Sunday 28 March-  MGCK Music    looking forward to ... what?

Art Quote of the Day
I shut my eyes in order to see.
Paul Gauguin
more Famous Quotes

Today, a friend said to me, '"I have nothing to look forward to... and I'm a little unhinged.'"  Then explained that he needed help.  He wants to sell one of his kidneys, so he can look forward to a brief hospital stay and a little pile of cold hard cash (that will almost immediately dwindle and turn itself from 'gold purse' to little more than the pig's ear of a sometimes foolishly fondled memory, the cash I mean... because we all know, somewhere down the road, he is really Really REALLLLLLLLLY gonna MISS his FRICKIN' KIDNEY!!!!

Look kid,' I told him, 'Even Osama Bin Laden keeps BOTH his kidneys - IN PLACE - as rotten as they are.  Why would you want to throw one of your perfectly good ones away?'

His answer was both jejune and mumbled; knee-jerk verbal reflexes of the disastrously unconscious nature of humans in our culture, doomed to worry endlessly about where the next penny they can squander is coming from.  There was no sensible way to proceed with the subject.  His desperation for both cash and attention were kind of irritating me.  This is a guy who throws the hand lotion away with an inch of the gloop still sitting in the bottom of the bottle.  This is the guy who buys the expensive peanut butter and has to have 2 30gms-of-protein bars every night at a monthly add on of $150 bucks.  This is the guy who says to me, '"I've got no money til Tuesday,'" while he's blowing Mary Jane's best white rhino smoke rings out his ass.  I'm not saying 'don't know Mary Jane'.. I'm just sayin'.. don't talk shit and poverty in front of me, while you're tokin' on a big fat BONG!!!

So anyway.. this is Arizona.. an extraordinarily beautiful landscape crashed into by a great big T-Bone of human madness, desperation, indifference, greed and panic.  Oh yes.. the natives are PANICKING.  Everything in Arizona is going under..  deep deep and deeper into the feckless and unforgiving Calichi.  A bright looking fellow in the pool at the local LA Fitness gym  (aka The Lubyanka) chortled about the nature of the recession; "forget waiters wanting to be actors.. now it's actors waiting to become WAITERS!!! ha ha ha..."  And his luck at being part of a '"Growth Industry'".. i.e. the Department of Corrections, or for those of you still stuck in the Humphrey Bogart and Jimmy Cagney era, the Penitentiary game.  Apparently a money spinner for the great southwestern state of AZ..   I asked him with some interest, "Where do all these inmates come from?  Why does Arizona have the largest inmate population of any state in the Union?  Are they breeding them?  or just cloning them?" (or is it part of the plan to deprive 2/3's of the population from the right to vote?)

The simple mechanics of his answer surprised me.  "It's all down to the gavel.  When the gavel bangs these days, it means your goin' down and you're doin' time.  No more negotiations or plea bargains or sad sack stories about a deprived childhood in a shoebox by the side of the road.  No shit and sympathy for you my man.  You're gettin' what's comin' to you!!!" - (he paused) -"That and the fact that marijuana's still illegal.'"  The gist of the way they stock the production line in a prison and police state.  I swear to God!  Everybody here is either a 'cop' or a 'felon' and some of the cops and felons are BOTH!!!

As it's late.. and I'm tired.. I'll let this bit of nonsense drift it's tail end off into the winds of time and change.  Tomorrow it may still matter, so I may write more.. At the same time.. it may not matter at all..

Still... this is a beautiful place, if you have thick skin and thorns, or just love the sunsets.  Next year this time?  Siberia.. mark my words.  A change is as good as a smack on the ass.

But there is more - there's always more:  Today, walking in Remington Pass (?) (Reddington Rennington.. one of those), streams flooded with snow melt, waterfalls carrying molecularly excited H₂O to parched washes and gullies in the valley below, a fat fellow crashes down the rocky facade, sporting an 'Air Force' t-shirt and plopped himself right there on a rock behind me, where I'd been skinny-dipping not 10 minutes before.  In that 10 minutes I'd donned a top (not as nice as his) i.e. had bra and panties covering the Miss Manners zones.  He started asking questions; 'where are you from, when are you going back, have you seen that guy on Dancing With The Stars?'  I thought he meant a program about Alpha Centauri and Rigel, but... apparently ... not.

Apparently, he was referring to a TV show I don't watch and have never seen... I played it by ear, so as not to confuse his ignorance of me with my ignorance of his TV show.

He was chatting away.. random observations.. 'he's a good dancer... but she's much better..."  Then he spluttered something wild, - "'Oh!..One of the judges..you know... the ASTRONAUT!...'" and then he pulled his face skin tight as if charading a cosmetically tightened mask.  He gasped, excited now,  '"You know... not the 'FIRST' man on the moon, but one of the others..."'  The only name that sprang to mind and out of my mouth was "you mean Buzz? I mean, uh, EDWIN? Edwin Aldrin???"- '"Yeah Yeah!!.. HIM!!"'  Yes, Buzz... ok, so, I shared an anecdote of my brother's with AirForce Fatty.  My brother had gone through a long period of wanting to design space travel interiors (for Mars missions no less) for NASA and while travelling to some conference somewhere had sat on a rather commercial flight from somewhere to somewhere else next to Buzz (I mean Edwin) Aldrin, and the conversation, so he told me, had been absolutely A-1!  My brother had also shared that Buzz had, at that time, recently slimmed down on a 'vegan' diet and looked fantastic. Air Force Fatty said, 'Wow.. that's a flight I'd like to be on.'  Well Fatty, wouldn't we all.  Buzzin' with Buzz! (... I mean.. Edwin) and perhaps.. it's a diet you should try.

Anyhow.. somehow we got to conspiracy theories about what happened to all the 'other' astronauts,.. he eagerly misinformed me, '"They're all dead!!!! chop chop.  Just Like That! Conspiracy theorists say they were murdered!!"'  I said, "Wow.. well.. I didn't know that.."" (because you can't know it because it's not TRUE!!) and followed on with ""uh, well.. maybe they had things, maybe, to say about UFO's or other things they'd seen and experienced, but something tells me they weren't the kind of guys to tell the world." pause, "But BUZZ IS!!  He talks about this stuff.'" responded to by Fatty, "Yeah but everyone thinks he's CRAZY.""  I said ""Yeah.. that's what they want you to think, so they tell you he's crazy.. OR, they spirit him away for a few days to some quiet place (LIKE THE MOON!!!!) and MAKE HIM .. CRAZY! so that every word he utters from then on out, even if it's sprinkled with solid enlightening truths, will be disregarded.'""  He fell silent and thoughtful for a moment.  I took this as his quiet acquiescent acknowledgement.

So.. that's been my last two days.. Incumbent kidney sellers, "Sgt Miller's Manual of Correctional Officers Sees, Do's and Don'ts" and fat Air Force T-shirt wearers who mull over the possibilities of astounding astronomical conspiracies.  Other things happened... but not all if it can go down here now.

 and I'm still 'lost in the desert'.... but I'm getting to like it.   It's so very beautiful here...

[the same photos of my favourite cacti outside the front door in Tucson - the Saguaros at Sunset - Electra Smith]

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 Mon 26 January 2010 -  MGCK Music    Looking back.. ain't far enough for me.

Yeah... ok.. pretty frickin' remarkable if I say so myself.  I got a WHOLE YEAR on one page.  And years can be deceptive... as I scroll down and note the apparent conspicuous in their absence 'events'.. it reminds me, 'life is different in the desert.'  No see and tell out here.. you just keep your mouth shut.. and your eyes to the horizon.. you don't even speak when you are spoken to.  Too much to say and you just might blow it.... the whole future that lies ahead, a lake of cool water.. access to other stars and constellations... a view from a snowy peak and the kisses of loved ones... yes.. just keep your mouth shut, one foot in front of the other, eyes to the setting sun..  my life for a beach... and then you stay there. 26 January 2010 -  I like this decade coming up.. feels good already... clarity.

(something tells me I wrote the above before the decade really began - 28 Oct 2010)

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N.B.- If you read the history of the Second Amendment..you will know the 'right' to bear arms, (as a militia) was a 'privilege' allowed to some American Colonists by the English, i.e. strictly to those colonists known to be 'British Subjects', If you were Dutch or Andalusian or a Native American, you were sh*t outta luck.

It's all Open Range.

Sometime early in 2010, I will be making out another 'Change of Address' form for the postman

and be Goin' 'Home...'

LOOKING BACK CAN BE INFORMATIVE:

Wed 8 April 2009 -  MGCK Music    What Lenin said...

"First comes the action, then comes the thinking about it."

 He also said:
Any cook should be able to run the country.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

Capitalists are no more capable of self-sacrifice than a man is capable of lifting himself up by his own bootstraps.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>
 
Fascism is capitalism in decay.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>
 
Freedom in capitalist society always remains about the same as it was in ancient Greek republics: Freedom for slave owners.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

If Socialism can only be realized when the intellectual development of all the people permits it, then we shall not see Socialism for at least five hundred years.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

One man with a gun can control 100 without one.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

Politics begin where the masses are, not where there are thousands, but where there are millions, that is where serious politics begin.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

The best way to destroy the capitalist system is to debauch the currency.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

The goal of socialism is communism.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

The way to crush the bourgeoisie is to grind them between the millstones of taxation and inflation.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

There are no morals in politics; there is only expedience. A scoundrel may be of use to us just because he is a scoundrel.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

The press should be not only a collective propagandist and a collective agitator, but also a collective organizer of the masses.
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov <Lenin>

He was a pretty bright guy.  I wonder HOW these people get so bright. How they have these original thoughts... or were all of these thoughts thought by Marx first? Or Socrates or Plato.

What I would say?:  Religion is the opiate of the masses, so I'll have a coke.. 

What Marx would say??  Owners of capital will stimulate the working class to buy more and more of expensive goods, houses and technology, pushing them to take more and more expensive credits, until their debt becomes unbearable. The unpaid debt will lead to bankruptcy of banks, which will have to be nationalized, and the State will have to take the road which will eventually lead to communism".
-Karl Marx, Das Kapital, 1867

you're looking for LAST MONTH's stuff - go to: Unoffishal 2009 -  I can't believe I got the whole thing.  A year in a page.

Still smokin'!!!! 

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