tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57773930171061989322024-03-17T23:03:46.624-04:00s n a p p e r h e a dArt and philosophy (aesthetics, logic, ethics, politics); nefnd, and stories; poems; currently focused on epistemology, theories of mind, memory, and knowledge. I don't mind sharing my snapperhead-ness, but this blog is more for me than you.veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.comBlogger1022125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-26346451663277156442024-03-10T18:39:00.002-04:002024-03-10T18:39:29.447-04:001st Qtr 2024 - Dribbles In The Dust<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Daylight Savings Time Sprung Diligently</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forward For My First Elderly Experience</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Officially Aware As Another Southbound </div><div style="text-align: center;">10:10 Boiled Thru At 11:11 A Final Blow</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">[program] Intent Is To Improve [satisfied]</div><div style="text-align: center;">{final phase} Landing Gear Locked {rest}</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Poorly Healing Scarred Emotional Tissues</div><div style="text-align: center;">[edit program] Define Landing Experience</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ouroboros In Metamorphosis Is Yin-yang</div><div style="text-align: center;">{relinquish command-control} Baton Pass</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Every Mental Disorder is One's Aspect Of</div><div style="text-align: center;">Value And Cope: Mixed In Hate and Hope</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recognize Your Before The Fixing Started</div><div style="text-align: center;">As Point Of Reference {validly unlabelled}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After This Labelled Organism Passes They</div><div style="text-align: center;">Solidify Into More Than An Abstract Value</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Intuitive Doubts About Serendipity Flutter</div><div style="text-align: center;">For Hours Along Thru And In The Goings</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">On As Of Course One Would Only Expect</div><div style="text-align: center;">Resolve Sweat Lodging Retaining Wall [!]<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmF6tpb_YB3ps2djiJsXDlmpr-zAivvx_OYE_et9Dg2oSce9vcGQ_hWG_GnlyHpcGGNhuNSqfY2wFp7JByGiWwldIP4FwWTYJ4d4haHd535dO80vimiuB0RM1IQmvobVRH8U21M4JJ2jb9Y0cTsIjT3Mupq1mQCiN67OtwnjGrf9crr1ue3t14YJc934/s2048/Sommerzeit's%20Mailbox.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmF6tpb_YB3ps2djiJsXDlmpr-zAivvx_OYE_et9Dg2oSce9vcGQ_hWG_GnlyHpcGGNhuNSqfY2wFp7JByGiWwldIP4FwWTYJ4d4haHd535dO80vimiuB0RM1IQmvobVRH8U21M4JJ2jb9Y0cTsIjT3Mupq1mQCiN67OtwnjGrf9crr1ue3t14YJc934/s320/Sommerzeit's%20Mailbox.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-55627001355423350652023-12-28T01:00:00.001-05:002023-12-28T08:32:39.290-05:00Station Skepticism<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Alone, with no external encouragement or assistance, a</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> toddler does something novel. New neuron connections are electric-vibration-ally "made". With repetition, the toddler's memory causes neuron-pathways to become "strengthened". Since this toddler exists in the constantly new moment where <i><u>every thing is a first thing</u></i>; they, consequently, spend no time congratulating themself for stumbling their first step or mumbling their first word because they'd intended to walk across the playpen or ask to be taken out of it. So</span>—f<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">r</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">om their perspective</span>—<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">they failed to accomplish their goal.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>Spin that smallish human's odometer.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> <span> </span></span>Everyday becomes every week. Months turn into years of almost or just-barely accomplishing the goal-at-hand while continually doing something novel. On your own. With no direction or help from others. And then you stop. And ponder the 'no instructions' label. Is the reverse side of the label a space for you to scrawl notes to your future self? <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>Can you recall deciding to explore what the no-path direction had in store for you?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>When was your first foray into breaking brush?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>How soon did you teach yourself to only advance in a safe, terrain-hugging, instinctual manner?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>Where was your </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><strike>punishment</strike> training self delivered and self enforced?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>What made it become (eventually) self desired and self endorsed?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>Who's eventuality caused your inundating disdain tsunami to ripple, falter, and fall apart?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>This bench was installed on the side of the path, facing in <i>this</i> direction, by some one (or group of someones) who considered there would be others</span>—<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">future others</span>—<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">who would appreciate a rest at some point during their hike. The bench installer(s) decided this location would be optimal for that. Assuredly, they-themself(ves) once sat here (or still sit here). And. Even if the bench was built by conservation corp students, the benefactor(s) and the builder(s) must-have all sat here, for at least a few relaxing seconds to mentally congratulate themself(ves) on their just-accomplished goal.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>A different goal became an accomplishment for you, today, because you successfully <strike>climbed</strike> walked all the way to this bench without having to stop and catch your breath.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>This only feels like an memorable accomplishment from your perspective. To you. Not to the zen-hiker ahead, who's never had one un-synchronized breath go awry. No, not to them. And. Never to the</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> hoard of </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">beyond ear-range </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">delivery-drivers, unaware of their unawareness, </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">streaming along the congested highway far below. That contented multitude never thinks about the motivations of the odd few who catch up to their breath. On a bench. Along a steep path. Out of earshot. Surrounded by birdsong, tree-breeze and slowing heartbeats. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span><span> </span><span> </span></span>Still. The reverse-side of the manufacturer's no-instructions label, belonging to the aged human with the still-spinning odometer, now bears a few handwritten notes. Cryptic ones (except to yourself).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>Countless believe their odometer measures solar or lunar cycles.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>Some claim everyone's odometers will keep clicking even after they roll-over.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span>Many still advocate for traditional ancestral beliefs</span>—<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">that odometers just measure distance travelled</span>—because s<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">pacetime is not a concept their ancestors were aware of.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">You're pretty certain your odometer measures breaths. Because you've learned to watch it slow. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">And you've taught yourself to catch it. At times, on a path bench. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span></span></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-66575089230737805502023-11-27T13:41:00.001-05:002023-12-08T09:59:37.079-05:00pretty sleepy; but now-me has a few moments of lucidity<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl62uVnoKcFM0VXLhALCFylgVcR3H1tqDVNr30oS1Z2iVCJsdL7ucZy0ZCeCjMgxleEvY_iUZ-fte81NxGjNCthGd1eLTsWg6jpkHHcTWI8BmTJpRsnc0R_atNivdLuazOWiZjLMws0R06N3RQtMuOzsVuqjWLLENJO8yZi590hX-g01ttepJVsIT7c6w/s1020/professional%20filing.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1020" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl62uVnoKcFM0VXLhALCFylgVcR3H1tqDVNr30oS1Z2iVCJsdL7ucZy0ZCeCjMgxleEvY_iUZ-fte81NxGjNCthGd1eLTsWg6jpkHHcTWI8BmTJpRsnc0R_atNivdLuazOWiZjLMws0R06N3RQtMuOzsVuqjWLLENJO8yZi590hX-g01ttepJVsIT7c6w/s320/professional%20filing.png" width="320" /></a></div> <span> </span><span> </span>I've struggled with behinding-me from the personas and personalities of those who met the past beforing-me. Some felt-expect there must-exist an [un-felt by always-me] emotion-obligation that they were the superior-queen and could-will-would treat me as a subordinate-serf. Those people (mostly family) expected beforeing-me to pass this paradigm along to my spawn and they to theirs (<span style="font-size: x-small;">with a </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">wink to Z; the judge of that successful-failure?</span>).</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Others chose to become friends with an introverted-nerd, which did not always mean that they recognized something of themselves in beforeing-me. Introverted-nerd "friends" rarely remain lifelong-close in my book (outside of fictional stories and overlapping common interests).<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>An inordinate number utilized the "subterfuge cloak" of their covert narcissistic persona (or that of their partner) to "become friends". Those emotional bullies had already taught themselves (or were taught by their own superior-queen) that the persona most useful for a superior-princesses is a subordinate-serf who grew up under a superior-queen. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>The one last persona, who struggles to come to terms with now-me, are those who struggle with using imagination. I almost wrote 'their imagination' but that would imply they have constant and easy access to the ability to run their own mind-movies for entertainment and self-instruction. The name for that trait is [insert sciency word none remember after reading]. People with [word] do not know what it means to "use your imagination" any more than a colorblind golfer 'knows' how to see an orange Titleist in the fairway. What the imagination-less <i><u>can</u></i> understand is blunt directness.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>[pause for effect] But here is the rub: They were taught by someone to interpret blunt directness as rudeness. Which it is—to those who understand metaphor. Since analogies are "lost on them" and bluntness has always been "taken the wrong way," today-me finds itself between a proverbial rock and hard place.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> On The </span>One Hand: I tell no-imagination-nation that the persona you once interacted with has left the building. My <i>intend interpretation </i>is for those few people who think the before-me and the today-me are the same-me (because I look the same and my voice is similar) to <i>think about </i>the original <span><span>cliché,</span></span> "Elvis has left the building!" (Which was said to every Elvis concert-audience so they'd stop ovation-ing and go home) and interpret it as the most harmless communication available to today-me. My previous experience expects that they will just negative emotion-obligation interpret it as me, condescendingly, going no contact.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>On The Other Hand: Is it possible "going no contact" is only difficult (for always-you) because of your own emotion-obligation interpretation? Recognize, if you can, the impulse steering/driving you away from even the appearance of <u>thinking of yourself</u>, as superior? YOU? You Are A Serf! Behave like you were programmed!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Do do do da da da is all I want to say to today-you . . . it's meaningless . . . and all that's true.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Always-you doesn't need to always make yourself feel the impulse of negative emotion when your behavior might cause someone else to—<i>maybe</i>—blame you for making them feel a negative emotion. This emotion is only a safeguard. You can (from-now-on-and-forevermore) recognize the safeguard as related to 'behaving condescendingly' and choose to <u>sometimes allow it</u>. There are going to be more and more future times (as today-me improves itself to become a better tomorrow-me) when your future-selves possess a superior state of awareness compared to your today-self. Allow always-you to grow beyond any and all wrongfully instilled safeguards. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>On The Third Hand: Today-you has every responsibility to think of your today-me, and all potential future-me's, as superior to every-all of your before-me's. When today-you avoids actions (and decisions leading to future actions) which would be rationalizations-of, or excuses-for, future actions that tomorrow-me would <i><u>definitely</u></i> consider hypocritical—you are remaining aware of your self-drive to be better. For yourself. Every instance where you prove, to yourself-in-the-moment, that you aren't a hypocrite is one more reason to feel superior to the you that you might have become if you weren't able to remain aware of your self-drive guiding today-you toward a better future-you.<span> <br /></span></div><p><span> </span><span> </span>Your 'creative persona' (which seizes control whenever it is allowed) directs your attention to focus on the <i>quantity </i>of positive qualia present, as well as it's (your) ever-constant self-goal-challenge of striving toward a noticeable improvement in <i>quality </i>until <b>satisfaction eventually becomes contentment</b>. [A
prerequisite of this self-goal: Possessing the capability to imagine what satisfied-and-contented would feel like; recognizing the satisfied-contented experience while it is happening; and evaluating satisfactory-contentment as a memory (which is what recalling what it felt-like feels like).]</p><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Future-present-past <u>would feel-feels-felt</u> is an invaluable measuring tool to teach yourself. If there is one thing to take away from these paragraphs, this is it. Pick a thing that you imagine you would feel if that thing were to occur in your presence. Orchestrate events so it happens. Pay close attention to how your emotions react in the moment. Reflect on those emotions. Rinse and repeat (with refinement in expectations, reactions, and reflections as needed and desired).<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-29024725843267536102023-11-23T16:58:00.012-05:002023-11-27T13:55:43.545-05:00Response to Well-Wishers<div style="text-align: left;"> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SoS3oT_yl2T-pKjzxaPWbWwhyphenhyphenCcDq3WRx0czvNznJhKZMYKjukJ1WGw_oP9LMBIaGQpond9p3p9BSt0eGrf9V2dxIkRmex85nFRD1HL289swy_Z345g7y0iFP5ybxdG73nKnerwiNgI/s491/tnxgivepic.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="490" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SoS3oT_yl2T-pKjzxaPWbWwhyphenhyphenCcDq3WRx0czvNznJhKZMYKjukJ1WGw_oP9LMBIaGQpond9p3p9BSt0eGrf9V2dxIkRmex85nFRD1HL289swy_Z345g7y0iFP5ybxdG73nKnerwiNgI/s320/tnxgivepic.png" width="319" /></a></div><br /></div>
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<span> </span><span> </span>When wishing
someone a pleasant weekend it is "taken as a given" that they (like everyone,
the well-wisher wrongfully assumes) <i><u>must</u></i> look-forward-to and enjoy experiencing the days
of not laboring or of working to earn their living <i>more</i> than they enjoy their
workweek. Those who are comfortably retired—or that rare-someone who greatly
enjoys the passion of their labors more than the the painful days spent away from
their work—are still capable of understanding the glad-tidings as they were intended; and replying with a perfunctory 'thank you,
you-too'.
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<span> </span><span> </span>However, my
autism gets rattled when receiving a "Happy Thanksgiving!" demand, or a query of "What are your
plans for Turkey Day?"
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<span> </span><span> </span>Because of a difficult to explain state-of-mind (ever-present in always-me) I find it extremely difficult to accept these glad tidings
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<span> </span><span> </span>Before-me replied, years-ago, with words of this nature:
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<span> </span><span> </span>"We don't celebrate
the fourth Thursday of November. My partner is Native American. <i>My</i>
ancestors tried really-hard to genocidally-murder all of <i>her</i> ancestors. Then, after my
ancestors didn't completely succeed, they forcefully subjugated,
second-class citizen-ed, and supported many institutional prejudices, all of which
were inflicted upon every single one of her surviving ancestors (up-to and
including her and her immediate family). Celebrating Thanksgiving Day
was created by, and for, the sons and daughters of former colonizers and slave owners. It's
an entrenched institutionalized prejudice. <br /><p></p>
<span> </span><span> </span>So...it
seems...?...that this would be a hypocritical thing for anyone to turn a
blind-eye toward. For me. For her. For you. And for you
to indoctrinate your kids into. Or, do you '<i>choose not to think</i>' of the holiday in this manner? Because that intentional choice is you
behaving intentionally as a hypocrite. Full disclosure: I didn't
celebrate it before I met my partner; just one of many reasons we're
simpatico."
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<span> </span><span><span> </span>N</span>ow-me, this year, replied, "We
don't celebrate" full stop. I now understand that elaborating (with
intentionally spiky "reasons") was pushing buttons and stirring the pot, but
was mostly something I had once said in order to make then-me feel superior. That former behavior of mine was ineffectual, conflict-causing, and behavior which in-itself was a hypocritical way of behaving. I didn't know then what I know about myself now. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>By writing this here, in my journal, it's up to you. All of it. I have no designed-ability to feel superior and don't have any way to know who—<span>if anyone</span>—reads this and then makes a lasting decision to find a reasonable restaurant owned/operated by fellow non-celebrants (at time of writing, it's mostly Asian food) which is willing to remain open on the <strike>last</strike> fourth Thursday of November, and reply with a 'we don't celebrate' of your own. <br /><p></p>
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<span>past beatings of a dead horse:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2008/11/harvest-festival_27.html" target="_blank">Harvest Festival</a></span><br />
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veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-71463022487344986352023-11-15T11:35:00.011-05:002023-11-29T11:37:27.243-05:00The Blessings and Curses of Tim "Meanie" O'tae <div><div style="text-align: center;">| Open a new tab |</div><div style="text-align: center;">| U-Tube Simple Math by Manchester Orchestra |</div><div style="text-align: center;">| Come back to this tab |</div><div style="text-align: center;">| Read this creative non-fiction essay |</div><div style="text-align: center;">| As the words of this allegorical allegory flow |</div><div style="text-align: center;">| The sounds selected by the algo-rhythmical algorithm form |</div><div style="text-align: center;">| A combination of uniquely new experiential mental information |</div><div style="text-align: center;">| Which algorithmically aggregates into your each unfolding moment |</div><div style="text-align: center;">| Accept |</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2009/12/gameboard.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="135" data-original-width="93" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQag1c2XGUUkBHJPOfp9JKlMzIaelOSYRViZqRpuX-TrpYy8rCFu_qUjQ4O4QALuFHitrygpPUM4yx1nui0dweRFpf12Gm2joj9BvS4wf4mYSlzeOfG62ukB9KEQA5pvMZuVd-ri9PFrV4uSUOcy8MeprywyQE5y2xexiSCXVJva1kh7rXoYjgVb8VJCE/s1600/Pogo.png" width="93" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Meanie's mother divorced his dad before he could form any memories (of him). Depending on who you asked, it was:</div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li style="text-align: left;">Occasionally referred-to as "<i>both a blessin'-an'-a-curse</i>".</li><li style="text-align: left;">Would never <i>even</i> be contemplateable to <i>ever</i> think of those circumstances in <i>that</i> manner.</li><li style="text-align: left;">The foundation upon which Meanie learned how to become who he would and would-not become as an adult.</li></ul><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Meanie's mother's performance of June Cleaver (at Marble Meadow's Centerfield Playhouse) was how she convinced Meanie's future stepdad (who played Ward Cleaver) to marry her. Depending on what year you happened to talk to any of them, it was either: The role she was born-an'-raised to play; A convenient lifeboat (of sorts); Much better than her earlier role as the clumsy, baby-trapping, waitress (at The Inn's Mainhouse on the Hill); Or, it was "just another port in the storm (for all involved)".</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>After taking their renditions of June and Ward Cleaver on-the-road<span></span>—and dragging Meanie along<span></span>—Meanie's mother's new husband's character encouraged/caused/magnified Meanie's mother to develop/create/accelerate her increasingly authoritarian retinue in order to (punish Meanie for being an O'Tae) find a reason to keep Meanie in a constant state of uncertainty. Consequently, some oddly vague things were referred-to as sins and Meanie was beaten-down for some random (other) oddly specific things.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Even though those vague-specifics changed as Meanie grew, their <i>absolute-forbidden</i> nature was something of which Meanie's mother was always 100% certain. Her highlight-reel included various levels of physical and mental punishments for: riding bicycles; playing with dolls or action figures; not talking and just staring when being scolded; always asking 'why' (called <i>talking-back</i>); crying for any reason; accusing any grownup of deception or of <i>being wrong</i>; playing with 'unapproved-of' neighbors or schoolmates (within her vicinity) or (on the rare occasion Meanie was permitted to leave the yard) playing with any 'unapproved-of' toys belonging to others. ["<i>Hey Timmy, wanna come over an' shoot at GI-Joe's with my BB-gun</i>?" . . . "<i>Can't. I'm not allowed</i>."]<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> <span> </span><span> </span>'<i>He raped me</i>' was the foreign-sounding sentence his mother readily unsheathed after Meanie was old enough to wonder, </span><span>naive enough to expect a logical explanation, and </span><span>bold enough to ask why she had left his dad before he could remember his face. Meanie had nobody to request another explanation from. Step-dad was too comfortably-afraid of losing his ready-made facade-family and Sunday school teacher's, pastor's, and adult neighbor's (murmuring *<i>ask yer parents</i>*) would always report Meanie's queries (resulting in an excuse for more or additional punishments). And since he was still too young for elementary school, Meanie had no older kids to ask what rape was.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>Meanie never actually knew that was his nickname. He thought what he did <u>with</u> other boys was "teasing" and that it was funny, entertaining (and felt a little <i>exciting</i>). He had no idea that his behavior was called bullying (or that he was doing it <u>to</u> the other boys). He did, eventually, realize</span>—<span>once he was privileged-enough to earn his own personal bully (who's knuckle-rap-punches to Meanie's head were never hard enough to bruise and never witnessed by an adult).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>In order for middle-schooler little Timmy O'Tae to avoid his mother's worst emotional-torture, he never informed any adult about the daily assaults and constant fear-of-the-next one . . . *<i>when's he gonna catch me again</i>?*</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>By the time he reached puberty, Tim Cleaver (never mistakenly called O'tae because the Cleaver's were always moving to a new state, new classmates, new neighbors) was an expert at camoflaged-hiding (in a living room or a classroom) and reading the vibrations in every environment with the goal to fine-tune his 'early warning signal'. Tim was always refining it</span><span></span>—t<span>hat was automatic-mandatory. Primary mission (think: Captain Kirk's voice) to better-identify the hidden intent of the sharks in the water before they get within striking range. And most of the sharks have camouflaged themselves to the point that you forget that everything is one form of shark or another. Hammerhead to Nurse; Whale to White. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>Jobs after school and during school-breaks (for under-minimum-wage cash) became Tim Cleaver's only way to spend every possible waking hour away-from the Cleaver home and out-of his mother's vicinity. She punish-enforced half of Tim's paychecks into a college savings account; the blessing and curse of which (depending on perspective and when you asked whomever) was that: He never had enough money for socializing or for himself - and - 17-year-old-Tim had compiled the ability to graduate high-school and immediately escape to the cheapest in-state college available at that time. <i>Thanks Mom</i>, he never said; <i>thanks-to-me</i>, she always said.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span>Late-teenager-Tim Cleaver's</span><span> mask began to fit less uncomfortably once he transferred to an out-of-state university. He could go daze or sometimes almost unmemorable weaks before forgetting to remember that he still had it on.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>Because the <i>Art of Presenting a Low Profile</i>
was all Tim's every memorable experience in his entire crib-to-college
existence had ingrained/trained/practiced, joining a huge faceless
organization </span><span>and becoming
just another small knuckle-joint in the machine (disappearing) was The
Best-Only Available Option, behaviorally.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><blockquote>Imagine yourself seeing this from Tim's perspective: He was thinking of a
mind other than his own mind. And this other mind has the ability to run a diagnostics report of it's internal function system and a diagnosis can be made—by Tim about Tim—in a way that Tim *thinks* he is behaving/believing in an objective (switching to subjective) manner of the "good shark". Everyone is a good shark inside of themselves. On their own stage. Of course, for every one of us, some form of internal regulator must be built up from a chosen "baseline" value-system (full disclosure: default-mode is the one instilled/reinforced by adult-guardians). As awareness of the rational combines with the sometimes-arbitrary emotional—in a chaotic shark-soup of cause-and-effect—the intended-state to remain in a 'remind myself to never forget' frame-of-mind, clashes with the 'I'm
now-and-forever anchored to a point of consistent evaluation of itself/myself,' which exists only <i>in <u>this</u> moment</i>. Evaluate
and compare those impressive wavelengths of qualia (in-of a *musical-scratch-sniff postcard*) to all prior un-informed states of previously-held ignorance/naivety . . . drifting . . . forgetting . . . you've lost
its leash . . . is it now-feral and should it not-now be thought of as apart from chaos? It's not simple to imagine Tim's shoes on your feet; or is it?<br /></blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span><span> </span><span> </span>All
if-of who Tim has experienced to-date was aided/abetted as well as informed-formed by [list the ever-growing spectrum of
consciousness disorders] . . . CPTSD/Asperger's/Autism/Personal Logic-Honor
System/emotionally programmed by punishment(s) . . .etcetera . . . Tim was (still, unfortunately) perfecting the art of presenting a low profile (even though the reasons to do-so were less-necessary).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>Preliminarily accepting the uniform-role of follower; Encouraging
people to never think about you when you were not in the room; Never blaming anyone besides yourself and your own failings: These
were a slice of Tim's behaviors (depending on who you want to believe).</span><span> And, at the same time, Tim's early warning antenna became even more finely tuned (any hint of unrest <u>on any horizon</u> was immediately met with fawning and acquiescent attention toward whomever caused that unrest). This was still the case even-though he was associating with (or thinking about) his mother and step father less and less-often. Then death. Then estrange.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>Then. Eventually, or some later when, Old Timothy O'tae changed who he was. By legally returning to his preferred name and starting to fulfill the life he was determined to desire. As Timothy fully embraced the truthful manner of living without hypocrisy, he recognized (for the first time in his relatively long life) that he was:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>No longer able to fully bully himself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Shamefully shameful</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Shy-fully selfish</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Willingly holding-to-held himself up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>To the standards required of him by himself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Dealing-to-dealt with each of the selvwe's</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> And all our my me's</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I know that only I kin ken</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>But only because I allow myself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Certain get-away-with's or -without's</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Which side-step all forms</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> Of need for self-recriminating behaviors</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>So, no longer vexing myself with shame</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Or allowing any self-blame to ricochet around</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>And never permitting vitriolic self-effacement</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Allows the bliss-happy-neutral to root</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>And it - then - becomes the dominant</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Mood-tone personality theme-song aura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Which Emanates from the baseline level grasp</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Of the areas in front of and adjacent the occipital lobe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>As longer experiences rest between 8.5 and 10.5</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Tempered-to (<u>not-to</u>) all the way to eleven</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Forming unobserved-waves which enlighten while<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Lengthening love's amplitude | Rinse-repeat<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>As the selves dance in every best-imagined</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>And the crest of a wave continues floating</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Always crossing here</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>At some point</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>h e r e <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span> </span><span> <br /></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXD_F8_kMj9O3RQIFQGdgRTCXP9Qz45JGvK-Ar2tyx_Ntvtd6CSu-Cfdf3t_Cl71CiUpVy1FXqicQDTgy0FddLEq2FFYZCsYX24xkC56DFwjLO18KQGFMJb1PbC-DldES4dNtoFSlE11TVRsbXqftTT1nyO6x-YM4Ia_JMI4prUad8h2dXIYak-Poh5s/s1200/fuck%20you%20and%20the%20horse%202x2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXD_F8_kMj9O3RQIFQGdgRTCXP9Qz45JGvK-Ar2tyx_Ntvtd6CSu-Cfdf3t_Cl71CiUpVy1FXqicQDTgy0FddLEq2FFYZCsYX24xkC56DFwjLO18KQGFMJb1PbC-DldES4dNtoFSlE11TVRsbXqftTT1nyO6x-YM4Ia_JMI4prUad8h2dXIYak-Poh5s/s320/fuck%20you%20and%20the%20horse%202x2.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span>It Matters Not The Terrain</span></div><div><span>Chosen By You Or For You</span></div><div><span>As Long As The Destination</span></div><div><span>Reached, Then-Them Valued</span></div><div><span> </span></div><div><span>Step Up, Step Down, Crouch,</span></div><div><span>As Long As The Next Moment</span></div><div><span>Falls Within Your Future Grasp</span></div><div><span>And You Can Understand Why</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Control Needs Beyond Reach</span></div><div><span>Accept Your Own Assistance</span></div><div><span>Experiment Streng<u><i>then</i></u>-ing</span></div><div><span>Yourself As Long As You</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-84219622485134862552023-11-06T12:53:00.000-05:002023-11-06T12:53:00.192-05:00symbol transliteration<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span> </span><span> </span> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>〰</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>ミ</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>᯾ <span> </span><span> </span></span></span></b></span>
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<span> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Explanations for The Double-Slit Experiment (DSE) can be found where most
explanations are commonly located. Although most would prefer a
science communicator to distill the results of these experiments down in a
simple TicTok, any level of brevity or synopsis removes most-of (all) the
crucial-for-understanding details (e.g. quantum probability, electrons,
protons, mass, gravity, particles, waveform interference patterns, and
information measurement). </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span>Spend any amount of time studying the DSE's results and their outcomes (of
novice and quantum-physicist alike) results in either confusion and/or disbelief.
Because, of course, how <i>else</i> could the phrase, '<i>The particle</i></span><i>—once measured<b>—</b></i><i>goes back in time to its point of origin and subsequently appears as if it was </i>always<i>
a wave and never a particle</i>' be thought of? If you aren't confused, what you don't understand is
that it's not just an experiment which appears to reveal particles of
light-energy travelling backwards in time, but that those particles are
doing-so at faster than the speed of light. Two impossibilities in physics at the same time is, normally, reason to conclude an huge error in the experiment. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>ᯣ</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span> </span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>᨟</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span> </span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>ᦒ</span></span></b></span>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>The neuron cells of everything with a centralized collection of ganglia (or
a brain) collects "experiences" which were correlated with an emotion that
was "felt" by the body. Emotions are caused by a mixture of
gland-releasing chemicals in the organism's nervous system. The
stronger the emotion, the stronger the memory; strong memories are easily
and readily recalled and subsequently reinforced (and re-reinforced).</span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">The brain's subconscious (mistakenly referred-to as its
<i>right-half</i> because the speech-center is located in most human's left
lobe) is capable of making connections, contemplating ideas, weighing
options, and making mental, non-verbal "suggestions" (at all times, not just
when the conscious-brain is resting). Most human's conscious-brain can
not "recognize" their sub-conscious "at work"; instead, we source those
ideas as coming from our intuition</span>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span></span></span></b></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>𐩘</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>𑁍</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>𐩕</span></span></b></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Each spermatozoa and every ovum contain one strand (a half-strand of DNA)
comprised of a <i>random</i> portion of that individual's DNA.
Consequently, spermatozoa and ovum are each "coded" for a slightly different combination of
characteristics. Every fertilized egg divides exponentially as each
of the cells grows according to the combination of that random portion's
"coding".</span></span>
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<p><span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Evolution (mistakenly referred-to as <i>survival of the fittest</i>) can
be easily identified when an animal's society (or culture) incentivizes
specific characteristics over others. If a specific eye-color or
body-size or strength or wing-span is favored by enough of a species, for
multiple generations, those selectively chosen-for traits or
characteristics are said to have "evolved" to become dominant.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;">more or less:</span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/08/spock-hold-mind-meld.html" target="_blank">spock-hold mind-meld</a></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/08/personae.html" target="_blank">you build your personas</a></span></span></span>
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veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-65594668472012561202023-10-10T11:07:00.022-04:002023-10-10T19:18:47.394-04:00⬒ Mark Rothko ⬒ <div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The magnitude—on every level of experience and meaning—of the task in
which you have involved me, exceeds all my preconceptions and is
teaching me to extend myself beyond what I thought was possible for me.
For this, I thank you.</b> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">⬒ <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Mark Rothko is the name of an artist whom I chose to admire after my eye discovered his frames in combinations of colors on the walls of some museums where my professors worshiped. This was while I was attending classes (paying these professor's salaries) because everyone I'd trusted, watched, read or obeyed said, "better humans were graduates and the best graduates matriculated." So, after college, when I chose to wring my income from the other lobe of my puzzle-solving grey matter, I succeeded in failure. A mark I branded onto me at the behest of everyone I'd . . . except I today-now know how to no longer see things as a main quest and side quests. I'm this currently-held collection of values. Still, one of the artists I admire:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Mark Rothko wrought a living creating colored panes of light while his life spanned world wars and he weighted his involvement in both American industry and the boom in commerce that it caused (and deserved) against the autumnal strife of his personal theosophical coda . . . is quite a sentence. And, if I failed to italicize the 'Mark...coda' portion of this meta-paragraph: my apologies; but, you understand (or you should<b>—</b>by now) what I'm attempting to accomplish here, don't you?</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Mark Rothko is the open, opening, closing or closed window between my best friend and I [she loves him] and that's an opinion people are allowed to possess, is what I re-iterate. She sees the size of blocks of colors which inform her of the type of instrument used to impart that color onto the surface and the deliberate strokes of fluid which must have dried into a slightly lighter tone near the edge where the collection of tones is more direct but not brighter and thinks about how this type of dissociation is leaving another comfortable impression in the after-image when she blinks. While I admire other artists who communicate with more visual complexity, which translates into <i>requires more time</i> (both, for me to fully appreciate the task accomplishment, and for the artist to create it) she derides me by asking, "What it-is about . . ." <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Mark Rothko marked his logo in your ego and labelled it <i>the happy baby</i>. Remember? When you watched the ceiling while listening to now become then and then remain now until someone said by bye or nite night and then the streetlights washed the ceiling thru the window's shadow with your contentment of what this all, really, was about. And, was still happening with every prenatal breath? preternatural-questioning breath? conscious breath? We no longer think about the times anchored by tears; those buoys are easy to locate. There were years of happy and decades of content spent inside closed colors shadowing ideas returned to tackle the successes and delineate what <i>exactly</i> the satisfaction sense "felt like". Try this. While keeping in mind the over-arching decision to compare or equate-to cashmere: Imagine being relegated to the chore of picking up all the spilled pumice and putting their fragments in burlap coffee-bean sacks. Now. Create a cashmere equivalent which holds a specific forceful feeling that stands in opposition to that of the gravel-grit abrasion. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Mark Rothko's "magnitude thank-you note" quote was him trying to relate thanks to the art patrons who afforded his ability to find the desire to become [insert word which means best version of one's self]. And he accomplished what he did not know he wanted to accomplish when he started, thru self motivation into experimentation and toward existential realization. Because nothing else matters (a stanza from a Metallica song).</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSp4RKgkHTOZ9YOzmCZF711Aq1k7xCvZSaiVKFetzWp3DRry4m2-v2KVub38VAD5ttAkMvO8v9KqgkeQ5ZXBg0dxheQCOd22dIBsZxOdWoNmjjJ88MSv404-6y6nNTp0r78srtG4zudyWxavJH-RXbfsjxizJOcSIF5kYnGfqQ9fbLuJIvA5H2Lk5S8o/s600/one%20station%20eight.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSp4RKgkHTOZ9YOzmCZF711Aq1k7xCvZSaiVKFetzWp3DRry4m2-v2KVub38VAD5ttAkMvO8v9KqgkeQ5ZXBg0dxheQCOd22dIBsZxOdWoNmjjJ88MSv404-6y6nNTp0r78srtG4zudyWxavJH-RXbfsjxizJOcSIF5kYnGfqQ9fbLuJIvA5H2Lk5S8o/s320/one%20station%20eight.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-25726848152694440552023-09-09T14:02:00.004-04:002023-09-09T14:02:58.527-04:00If I have a superpower, we'll know in the next...<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5m9vui_Nol1Vvr2uA73awLx32ULmkPnt_o280igtjS5FrRG6alcZAWky6tjcp5vu-kbVoSDgrxvuodah9To_kpYzjyrVV3UrVUglHfeLumVbRodkvXzJ3Pr5DqDeaC-5XtICSh3R_VbI/s320/kill+nasty+hateful+twitter+dead.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5m9vui_Nol1Vvr2uA73awLx32ULmkPnt_o280igtjS5FrRG6alcZAWky6tjcp5vu-kbVoSDgrxvuodah9To_kpYzjyrVV3UrVUglHfeLumVbRodkvXzJ3Pr5DqDeaC-5XtICSh3R_VbI/w200-h200/kill+nasty+hateful+twitter+dead.png" width="200" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span>Thirteen years.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Umm, eh, what's that?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>I've learned about a superpower that I might have; it takes about thirteen years for results, so I'm currently testing to determine if I can strengthen its severity and reduce its lag-time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Oh, wow, Ok. Explain, please. And. ahh, just hit the highlights. I don't have room for tangents or deep explanations in my head anymore today.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Twitter became the "first big thing" to reduce communication quality. Thirteen years ago, I created this artwork, titled: <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2010/02/kill-twitter-kill-it-dead-ohhappy-lunar.html" target="_blank"><i><b>Kill Twitter, Kill It Dead</b></i></a> after recognizing it was harming more than just the previously addled. Those who once possessed humor and contemplative insights were slowly (but not imperceptibly) communicating as if they were all self-lobotomized stoners.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Impaired awareness had caused as well as cauterized their brain damage. Consequently, they continued to blindly self-harm. For hours. Everyday.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>As one of only a few audience-members who recalls admiring their expertise—as skilled aerialists and trapeze artists, net-lessly soaring thru the highest circus tent peaks—I felt dismayed to recognize them intentionally stumbling around the center ring, as they cheerfully climbed into and out of tiny clown cars with a growing crowd of others.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>After thirteen years, Twitter was beheaded and arrow-shot thru the spine. While it does still exist as a "formerly known as" entity, its existence possesses a musky MySpace flavor.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Right, soo, yea, your superpower was to predict or to cause this with a cartoonish sketch?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>And now, to determine my efficacy: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYyJxsu2xLRdl97zvVqLeen1hE0KNFloxBQw&usqp=CAU" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="258" height="195" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYyJxsu2xLRdl97zvVqLeen1hE0KNFloxBQw&usqp=CAU" width="258" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kill the GOP, Kill it Dead<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>If you are reading this after 2035, and the GOP is still a viable US political party, then my superpower failed (or did not exist).<br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">similar:</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2013/12/your-tired-your-poor-your-huddled.html" target="_blank">your tired... </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2011/03/poaching-from-other-artists-to-make-art.html" target="_blank">Final Words</a><br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-17638447104564559312023-08-31T19:19:00.008-04:002023-09-23T12:55:27.630-04:00 ֎ spock-hold 🤝 mind-meld ֍<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span> </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span> </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span> </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span>reluctant-translators:</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2021/03/greyescapextrail.html" target="_blank">floating toward pupil</a></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span> </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2020/08/too-eglaf-or-not-eglaf-enough.html" target="_blank">entusk musk trees</a></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-5360251294928024562023-08-27T23:26:00.001-04:002023-08-27T23:26:51.818-04:00What Difference A Year Makes <div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Mystery may be mysterious, but it always causes curiosity in the curious</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thoughts are those things inside us, which exist
before we say them</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thoughts become cogent ideas the longer one
contemplates them</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Us our-cells and we: Non-Essential in Forming the NonDual <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoBKlb9qoa70gNgTvYULEXMelpgKP7Jp-fksAuuYe1QrwEatVD5exZVvmJMEsHPDcPdIZWoBWRECUAqMtqn5fInQ5up-GSkNyxNRj9tgU8E8ZR8_EnntIcSWdpwhE4IUn_WomHtE4PcQejZeEF0Xq_6tU1dAPHT-IQfKXcXlYp-iTd-nqrrZf_nX7FCU/s1800/Ingrate%20Middle%20Portrait.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoBKlb9qoa70gNgTvYULEXMelpgKP7Jp-fksAuuYe1QrwEatVD5exZVvmJMEsHPDcPdIZWoBWRECUAqMtqn5fInQ5up-GSkNyxNRj9tgU8E8ZR8_EnntIcSWdpwhE4IUn_WomHtE4PcQejZeEF0Xq_6tU1dAPHT-IQfKXcXlYp-iTd-nqrrZf_nX7FCU/w400-h400/Ingrate%20Middle%20Portrait.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">whelmax zipless tightsoft darksilent 11Ksec drypump up-level {90∆8-1/4hhc-30+60ⓒ}<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">watershedate:</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2020/04/patience-fortitude-and-resignation.html" target="_blank">Spring Queen</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2005/10/neosporin_26.html" target="_blank">Neosporing</a> (05)<br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-31537476982105618482023-08-26T16:20:00.003-04:002023-08-27T08:29:41.696-04:00Blindxpot<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span><span>[Say: Blie-N-<i>sz</i>-P<u>ah</u>t; Go On Glossary, Appendix
𝈂]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span><span><span></span></span>
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<span><span><span> </span>Within the "Every Thing is a Mind
Thing" realm: a <b>blind</b>x<b>pot</b> is considered the
mental-memory equivalent of the mental-vision's blindspot (at the
juncture of optic-nerve and retinal visual field).</span></span>
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<span><span> Blindxpots are normally caused by glitches in long-term
and working-memory. Since almost all memories are stored in both
brain hemispheres and across multiple lobes, blindxpots occur
<i>almost exclusively</i> in memories which were <u>supposed</u> to be
stored in one lobe of one hemisphere. (This suppose-ing is
normally done
</span></span><span><span>because of one or more associated memories located in different areas of the
brain.)</span></span>
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<span><span><span> </span>The neighbor's name was
<strike>saved</strike> when they introduced themselves. Later: the
neighbor's face, voice, stories, vehicle, odors, and behaviors are
easily recollected by you. Their name is nowhere to be
found. Label names are stored in one specific lobe. This
blindxpot exists because it seems easier (for most of us) to adopt the: <i>sorry, I'm terrible with names</i> behavior, than to spend several
deliberate seconds, or a couple minutes, focusing on: <br /></span></span>
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<span><span><span> </span>⚜<span> </span>stop
all engagement (including <i>active</i> listening) </span></span>
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<span><span><span> </span>⚜<span>
</span></span></span><span><span>take the mental label maker from long-term storage (blow the dust
off)<br /></span></span>
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<span><span><span> </span>⚜<span>
</span></span></span><span><span>lock-in this new label with this new item -<br /></span></span>
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<span> </span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>⚜<span> if new label is already associated with an
existing item (beige name)</span></span></span>
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<span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>⚜<span>
</span></span></span>identify "hook" to hang it on (e.g. Greyhound Charles)
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<span> </span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>⚜<span> if new label is novel, confusing, or
multi-syllabic (e.g. Veach name)</span></span></span>
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<span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>⚜<span>
</span></span></span>identify reason for confusion ("¿spell that for me please?")
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<span><span><span> </span>⚜<span> recall and confirm new label after a relatively
significant quantity of time lapses
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<span><span><span><span> </span>J</span></span></span><span><span>ust as it's possible to "find" your blindspot (with one eye open and a
pencil eraser held at arm's length) "discovering" a blindxpot, will always
be accompanied by
</span></span><span class="Latn headword" lang="en">the unexpected "surprise" of the naïve</span>—<span class="Latn headword" lang="en">every time.</span><span><span> Someone considered 'always too
optimistic' may have a intellectually incurious blindxpot for challenges, pitfalls, and faults. Similarly, constant angry pessimist's may have a serendipitous advantage blindxpot. </span></span>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>Identify an irritating behavior disliked in others</span></span>—<span><span>even though it's a behavior observed in oneself: <i>I denounce those who ____<u>blank</u>____ more than I do.</i> {I've chosen 'stare at their phones' as an example.} <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span></span></span><span><span> <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>a)<span> </span>C</span></span><span><span>ontinue to hold a critical opinion of others,
while rationalizing away all self-criticism. {Solid blindxpot.} <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>b</span>)<span> </span>Evaluate the
behavior and its accompanying hypocrisy and decide to accept
it in everyone. </span></span><span><span><i>I'm not proud that I always stare at my phone
just like everyone else</i>. {Good first step; you are no longer a hypocrite. But, look around. Are there ever people you might interact with (or who would interact with you) if you put away your phone?} <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span> c</span>)<span> </span>Change the behavior. Treat it like a taboo or a disapproved-of vice. <i>I erased Apps or I leave it (in
airplane mode, off, home, or in my pocket) unless I'm totally alone in private</i>. <i>When no longer alone, I immediately close my phone</i>. {Blindxpot removed.} </span></span>
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<span><span><span> E</span>ach eye's blindspot is "covered" by the
other eye, with</span></span><span><span> binocular vision</span></span><span><span>. Accordingly, we rarely remember that our blindspots exist and <i>never</i> explain (or recognize) our failure to see something as caused by it being in our ocular-blindspot.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span>Recognizing one's blindxpots is best accomplished during contemplative meditation. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>a)<span> </span>Set a timer (on your airplane-mode device) for one hour; sit somewhere comfortable; close your eyes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span>b)<span> </span>Ask yourself, "Do I have a blindxpot, which</span></span>—if identified<span><span></span></span>—I might decide to change?" Ponder the thoughts which arise from your prompt.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>c)<span> </span>Once you realize a blindxpot, ask yourself, "If I remove this blindxpot will I and those around me be happier?"<br /></div>
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<span>፨ </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>fodder for fans:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2019/12/unnecessary-noise-prohibited.html" target="_blank">Unnecessary Noise Prohibited</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/08/vermont-car-show-people-watching.html" target="_blank"><span>a blindxpot of mine</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/mining-mind-gems-vo-page-4.html" target="_blank">blindxpot of a story character</a> </span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span>
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veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-44661868172407004142023-08-23T14:21:00.011-04:002023-08-29T20:16:50.093-04:00Vermont Car Show (people watching)<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHorvspVO780dUaE-RS7h41Q3LavKPF2Rr8qwZ-hgLrTUv1V7wcNUVxE4yFvL2Qd_-1GccaSWsgcMHf0-STzMoeXN3smZN4KKCsfMj3X7Iy0s68prcman-KTxVOMIf1GkfAGeoMPfcJCUnn_J-POieZtqh7sYFWzY4LwGacjrKb2FamjQ1ZdyOJP7x_Eo/s2989/20230822_161152.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2252" data-original-width="2989" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHorvspVO780dUaE-RS7h41Q3LavKPF2Rr8qwZ-hgLrTUv1V7wcNUVxE4yFvL2Qd_-1GccaSWsgcMHf0-STzMoeXN3smZN4KKCsfMj3X7Iy0s68prcman-KTxVOMIf1GkfAGeoMPfcJCUnn_J-POieZtqh7sYFWzY4LwGacjrKb2FamjQ1ZdyOJP7x_Eo/s320/20230822_161152.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>"What's class number twenty-six?" asked the man who had just read the official 66th Annual Vermont Antique Car Show document, displayed on the dash of my 2015 smart fortwo. (The card read: Class #26: <u>Display</u> <u>Only</u>, special interest groups 1989-2023, not judged.) I did not stand up from my lounge chair to greet him. Instead, I merely said, 'not judged' from the comfort of the portable screened gazebo I'd put in the back of my stall, behind the tiny car.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>He walked with a stiff posture, carried around some permanently crinkled face muscles, and talked with a bully's 'searching-for-someone-who-deserves-it' demeanor. "What's with this snapperhead?" he indicated towards my license plate.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>"That's related to my artwork."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>His sneer-scoff was just noticeable as a nose-twitch-lip-curl as he came towards the gazebo's zipper-door and said, "You're an artist. What kind of art do you do?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>I got up and said, "Like this image." As I exited the shade, patting my chest, he stared at me too long because (I think) he couldn't tell if I was holding eye-contact, because I was wearing ultra-dark mountaineering sunglasses with side-shields (which relaxed my Asperger-desire to look away from faces). He could, however, read my smile, easy attitude, close-trimmed full-white beard, and colorful hat.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>He glanced longer than necessary at the abstract splash-type of shape (the color of faded-blood) on my hoodie. "Some weird shit. Don't get it. I guess it's not..."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>I intentionally cut him off: "New England. It's the outline of New England."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>"Bullshit." He batted my statement down with a waist-level flap of wrist.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>I tipped my head to the left and said, "Not everyone can see it."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>"Oh, I see it. It's just. That's not art."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>"Not everyone likes what I create. That's their prerogative." I said, turning and zipping myself back inside my bug-free shade.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>፨ </span><span>፨ </span><span>፨</span><span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> <span> </span>"I would like to thank you so much for being here today. I love-love-love that you've displayed it all. And done it this way. I love it so much! It looks almost like the car might fit inside the pop-up? Is it one of those tents that goes up in seconds?" The energetic lady, comfortably dressed, comfortable in her middle-age, asked as she took out a phone and photographed the black-on-grey trademark logo [Quick-Set by Clam].</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span>"Thank you. Yes, it does only take a couple minutes to put up. The car might fit inside, but the front-end will stick out a foot or so because this is the six-foot gazebo." As I talked she leaned inside the top-down convertible and said/asked what everyone says/asks: ...Didn't know they made a convertible; more room inside than imagined; thought all smart cars were electric; are highway-speeds safe; how much would a used one cost; is winter driving feasible... et cetera. I answered questions and thought I recognized a fellow-Asperger's by her obvious non-conformist streak.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span> </span></span><span>፨ </span><span>፨ </span><span>፨</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span>Not all of "us" are intentionally non-conformists. Some of "us" are unaware of certain types of "unspoken" societal or cultural norms (pertaining to behaviors, dress, attitudes, or appearance). "We" can't choose to intentionally not conform with something in "our" <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/08/blindxpot.html" target="_blank">blindxpot</a>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span>As an example: I was in the National Gallery of Art in DC when a distinguished professor (whom I had previously recognized as one of "us") laid down on the floor next to a series of Giacometti sculptures being displayed on several large, shin-to-knee, coffee table level pedestals. He then raised his voice to a shout, proclaiming that the curators were idiots to have made it impossible to see these tiny, thin, bronze artworks without sitting or lying on the floor. Docents descended on the shouting man dressed in crumpled disheveled as if he were a member of the unhoused-population. He calmly explained himself and was steered towards a suggestion box. Professor Carmody's protest was not rude non-conformity; it was just that: "how to behave in a museum" occupied a <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/08/blindxpot.html" target="_blank">blindxpot</a>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span></span></span><span>፨ </span><span>፨ </span><span>፨</span><span><span><span> <br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> <span> Before </span>displaying my smart subcompact vehicle at a car show, which predominantly contained trucks, muscle cars, racers, hot-rods, and museum showpieces, I thought it would be admired as something very few people here, in Vermont, were familiar with. I was parked not far from a pristine '91 Nissan Figaro (also a class #26; even though it <i>looks</i> like it's from the 1950s). <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/08/blindxpot.html" target="_blank">My blindxpot</a>: I had no idea there were so many people (predominantly male) who hate the idea my subcompact car suggests by its existence.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span>I was booed with thumbs-down and middle-fingers up. More than one person exclaimed they thought it was visually ugly. A man my age (red hat with four white letters) shouted as close to my face as tent-screen permitted, "WELCOME TO THE 21st CENTURY!!" (confusing; maybe he meant 20th). It was referred to as a "nostalgia buzz-kill." A child said, "we don't like this, do we Daddy?" I received more than a handful of: "<i>Well</i>, don't <i>you</i> look <i>comfy</i>?" (oddly demeaning, but I was <i>very</i> comfy). Another said in my direction (while pretending they were talking to the person they were with): "...more like a seedling-hugger, 'cause it's too small to hug a whole tree!"</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span>That last one was so good I intend to print a version of it on next year's hoodie. Because (as regular readers don't need reminding) I am an intentional non-conformist. While I enjoy exchanging ideas with the intellectually curious, I'm especially proud when my lack of conformity hits a nerve in conformists and their incurious comrades.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span>Don't get too comfy:</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2014/02/soon-very-soon.html" target="_blank">cute or ugly?</a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2022/08/artists-are-terribly-people-go-on.html" target="_blank">shirt: artists are terrible</a></span></span></span> <br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-50690092055892742322023-08-19T11:09:00.005-04:002023-08-19T11:11:07.801-04:00Mark The Date: Monday, 8 April 2024<div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>"Be somewhere in the path of totality with me." <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>The next total solar eclipse is going to be <a href="https://solarsystem.nasa.gov/eclipses/2024/apr-8-total/where-when/" target="_blank">almost 4 minutes in duration</a> (according to NASA). It will possibly be witness-able, in the afternoon of April 8th, during next year Vermont's <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/05/why-conscientious-vermonters-have-five.html" target="_blank">Mud Season</a>. This means it has about a 50% chance of being hidden by clouds and/or rain here.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>This is something I would travel to witness. It was so <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2019/11/neither-overwhemed-nor-underwhelmed.html" target="_blank">overwhelming in 2017</a>, I am willing to travel to see it unobstructed; if weather forecasts, as the date approaches, indicate it would be more-probable to see in: Rochester, Buffalo, Cleveland, or Indianapolis. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwU1Je_zSJdnOpozAjhe3VsQlmCxy8g0qwUeXZesK7wgDVF8OT_rWVpAMRaIdp4obgbXZJo_G34d6f1WZu-PmY86P-foLdEYpPJVuuHJ5yb4BHx9gEaML5CS4icmtq7rPyvxJxPvGmDNPbwdtTNCvE6Jk4GiuOsoBs9NkmQxwR6aFX7XTktT2ohykrQM/s3513/solar%20eclipse%202024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3513" data-original-width="2252" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwU1Je_zSJdnOpozAjhe3VsQlmCxy8g0qwUeXZesK7wgDVF8OT_rWVpAMRaIdp4obgbXZJo_G34d6f1WZu-PmY86P-foLdEYpPJVuuHJ5yb4BHx9gEaML5CS4icmtq7rPyvxJxPvGmDNPbwdtTNCvE6Jk4GiuOsoBs9NkmQxwR6aFX7XTktT2ohykrQM/w410-h640/solar%20eclipse%202024.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">For Consideration:</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2020/12/this-is-attempt-to-sculpt-my.html" target="_blank">Reminiscence Bump</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2011/03/fade-to-black.html" target="_blank">a song I fuckin hate</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-58222747612153047872023-08-17T11:30:00.005-04:002023-09-09T17:19:42.541-04:00... Per•son•ae ...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0r9wot8E7WAdgfr_UcVU8cqvLDX6PNUCYkmCP1aTdSUJiYc4VilmO9u1Vjnvuyvgi7Z4Ajz3E82yAVjrRsR6EAQ4ZgvAydj2ibrv7Ovsif3cPWgNLePWL9X6ffJHB8iY9G9dfn1CTqBhqwbyBaKucHhrj2dABiW6BPlbab6l0LiQbKJA15exKN-MOuQs/s576/Pallette%20For%20DigRend_24.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="576" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0r9wot8E7WAdgfr_UcVU8cqvLDX6PNUCYkmCP1aTdSUJiYc4VilmO9u1Vjnvuyvgi7Z4Ajz3E82yAVjrRsR6EAQ4ZgvAydj2ibrv7Ovsif3cPWgNLePWL9X6ffJHB8iY9G9dfn1CTqBhqwbyBaKucHhrj2dABiW6BPlbab6l0LiQbKJA15exKN-MOuQs/s320/Pallette%20For%20DigRend_24.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Lobster;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">᠇</span></span><br /></p>
<div>
<span> </span>What follows may seem like an abundance of
questions. Answers are unrequested.<br />
</div>
<div> </div>
<div>
<span> </span>In the non-place labelled <span style="font-family: Lobster;">
future</span>
this letter is a piece of detritus, caught in the allegorical dune fencing at
the edge of the always-warm path, which cuts deep between the sand reeds to
the shore. For those few who encourage free-roam curiosity, this may
provide them some ponder fodder. Self evaluation. A reason to step
away from the thoroughfare and stir thru previously collected idea-fragments
crumpled in a mental cubbyhole or
<span class="Latn headword" lang="en">naïvely</span><b class="Latn headword" lang="en"> </b>tossed-away as irrelevant
by the persona they once built from scratch. Without instructions.
</div>
<blockquote>
<div>
Every non-specific individual (a 'people-in-general' term, but not
<span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">EVER</span><span style="font-family: Great Vibes;">Y</span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">ou</span>) begins to
compile their personality as an adolescent when they emulate certain traits
and choose not to emulate others. By early adulthood, those who were
once constantly-bullied have adopted a completely different demeanor, future
outlook, and baseline empathy than those who were once
consistently-adored.<br />
</div>
</blockquote>
<p>
<span> </span>Do you recognize your own persona? Maybe
it's easier to describe the personality of someone other than yourself?
When considering the collection of behaviors considered relevant-enough to
include—when briefly describing the "normal behavior" of someone to someone
else—there's no pocket sized rule-book to act as a guide.
</p>
<p>
<span> </span>Although it is uncontroversial to state
everyone "has" a personality, it's less acceptable to allege that everyone
possesses a persona (as I'm doing here). Jungian's consider the persona
a false fa<span class="eg deg">ç</span>ade or mask, presented to the external
world as a defense mechanism or engaged to manipulate others. In the
psychologist's belief-system, "healthy" individuals have no (need for)
personae. That was never true.
</p>
<p>
<span> </span>Some evidence: on-duty/work persona; online
persona; frat-boy/rorty-gal personae; authority's watching persona;
circle-of-trust persona; seductive persona; guardian-parent persona;
team-member persona; implied-threat persona; dissociated persona; aloof
persona; grand-master persona; sage persona; <span>ingénue persona [¡this's <u>but</u> a <i>mere</i> fraction!].</span>
</p>
<p>
<span> </span>Someone you only met briefly, once, may have
successfully displayed a persona which would be considered drastically at-odds
with the default persona their friends-and-family recognize. Another
person may have already spent thousands of hours curating "their image" and,
consequently, they are careful to present the same fa<span class="eg deg">ç</span>ade to everyone (or, at least, everyone they are willing to introduce you
to). Your persona wears your costume, quotes from your script, displays
your approved characteristics, and performs the role of "you" in your external
every-day routine.
</p>
<p>
<span> </span>There are other personae on your tool-belt and
still others you store on a back shelf. A common back-shelf
persona: Dragging your carry-on behind you, boarding pass in hand,
mental checklist ruminating: did I takeout all liquids over 3oz? You
take out your <i>authority is watching</i> persona. Your heart begins to
race. "take your driver's license out of ..." "Yes, ma'am." comes
the reply from your persona.<br />
</p>
<blockquote>
<div>
During their growing phase, some personae receive constant-criticism,
consistent-disdain, or systemic-abuse. Accordingly, some of these
burgeoning personalities decide to reinforce certain characteristics or
cherished behaviors into <u>convictions</u>. And, (in an attempt to
thwart these real or supposed, ever-looming, adversaries) these personae may
resolve to permanently portray <u>with</u> <u>absolute</u>
<u>certainty</u> that their convictions are <i>righteously</i> true.<br />
</div>
</blockquote>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>In the persona that is adamant about
loudly trumpeting their strong convictions, either they don't realize
their act of fanatically pretending to possess unquestioning certainty
paints them into a corner, or they are incapable of placing significance
on the ability to recognize the difference between rational and irrational
behavior.</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>The ability to recognize sanity is
innate; in the sane.</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>If you</span></span>
<span><span>began </span></span><span><span>what was presumed (at-the-time) would be</span></span>
<span><span>a routine exchange of pleasantries with someone at a bus stop.
B</span></span><span><span>ut came to realize that this someone, you were - now - addressing, was
definitely not in possession of any societal guardrails or norms (relating
to shame, decency, propriety, violence, or personal autonomy)</span></span>
and then—as the sinking feeling along your nape begins to chill-trickle:
<span><span><i>¿how did my intuition fail to recognize a feral human animal from a
distance?</i></span></span>—this someone reveals that:
</p>
<p>
<span> </span><span> </span>They are mentally-disabled and,
therefore, not <span><span>able to recognize </span></span><span><span>the society of laws with whom they are a member. They are incapable
of understanding abstract concepts (like reading).<br /></span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span><span> </span>T</span></span><span><span>heir persona chose, years ago, to believe they are not a member of the
society surrounding them. They're adamant that, "...your spurious
laws don't apply to sovereign people like me." <br /></span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>Do you draw a distinction?</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>Is it a distinction in the empathy you
imagine feeling for these someones?</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>Is there a distinction in incarceration /
hospitalization they deserve (assuming the same crime)?</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>If no distinction: how does
"intent" factor-in to your discernment?</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>Can you switch "roles" and picture
predator's POV and then prey POV and back? Again?</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>Do you recognize a preference?
</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span><span> </span>Why do you prefer? </span></span>
</p>
<blockquote>
<div></div>
<div>
There are those who intentionally hold no convictions. To the conviction-less,
remaining aware of uncertainty indicates a versatile 'open-to-listening' persona. Being always open-to-agreement with those open-to-discussing any-and-all
topics, which anyone else is <u><i>equally</i></u> open-to—requires active listening. Which requires asking questions.
Which requires practicing asking questions.
</div>
</blockquote>
<p>
<span> </span>Holding convictions is detrimental; no different than accepting any premise without first evaluating and questioning those who advocate for it. As a direct consequence of this foundational truth, many non-specific individuals (the
conviction-less <span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">EVER</span><span style="font-family: Great Vibes;">Y</span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">ou</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">
is one exception) are wary of all questions. Or, too many
questions. Or, complex theosophical questions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span>For personas stocked with convictions, every query has the potential to expose their hollow value-systems and empty characters. Those filled with various convictions are aware that they can never provide complete answers relating to why they behave the way their convictions instruct them to behave. Also, all non-superficial conversations bring forward a substantial risk in alienating or damaging their relationship
(or some as-yet-undetermined potential </span><span style="font-family: Lobster;">future</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> relationship).</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span>A friend once told me this hypothetical
(which is quite relevant):</span>
</p>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><blockquote>
"If I had been good-friends with OJ Simpson in the 1990s, and he took me
aside and said, "I just snapped when I saw them together and went fuckin
crazy!" I'd have said, "Cool, wanna go golfing?" But if he
took me aside and said, "I sure hope they catch whoever did it." I
couldn't have remained friends with him." -
<i>fan-fuckin-tastic quote of R.P.B.</i><br /></blockquote></span>
</div>
<p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span> </span>If people don't want to discover who
their friends and family members truly are, because they're afraid to
learn they stormed the capitol on Jan 6th, or refused mask wearing, or
(flipping the script) want Trump sentenced, or Clarence Thomas impeached,
is it because their personas are burdened with convictions they're
incapable of questioning?</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>• </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Is it possible to have simple
opinions, which seem grounded in rational reasons, but at-the-same-time, actually be <u>really</u> open to being convinced they (you) were
wrong </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>•</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>•</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> The real measure of a person is: ¿How willing are they
(you) to say, "This is my current opinion on this matter, but I'm
<i>so eager</i> to learn something new (<i>which I can get fully behind!</i>)
that I'll seriously consider adopting <u>your opinion as my own</u>, but first, I need
to take measure of your current grasp on reality </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>•</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>• </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span></span>Tell me about your current persona • </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>•</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> Explain one of your convictions </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>•</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>a long :</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2020/08/too-eglaf-or-not-eglaf-enough.html" target="_blank">tunnelling between the ll's</a></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2009/10/magnificos-safer-brand-tomato.html" target="_blank">back into yes ter year here</a></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2020/03/insight-into-creativity-art.html" target="_blank">a person a 2 personae</a></span> <br /></span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span> </span>
</p>
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<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">start</span></u>
] [ <span style="color: #999999;">stop</span> ] [ priority ]
[ default ] [ test ]<br />
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<span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u>set</u> [ </span><span><span style="color: #999999;">all</span>
<span style="color: #999999;">discoverable</span>
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<span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u>set</u> </span><span>[ </span><span><span style="color: #999999;">all discoverable</span> discovered
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<span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span><span> </span><span> </span><u>specific</u> [ ∞ ] [ ⧜ ] [ ⧝ ] [ ⧞ ]
[</span><span> </span><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;"><u><span>m+g</span>ൎ</u></span><span><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;"><u>n-tz</u></span>
] [ m</span>+gn-ts ] [ m<span>+gnets ] [ more ]<br /></span>
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<span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u>m+g</u></span><u>ൎ</u><span><u>n-tz</u><span> </span><span> </span></span><span>max-%-density [
<span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;"> <u>999</u></span> -
501 - 001 ] </span><span>min-%-density [ </span><span>
<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">000</span></u> </span><span>- 499 - 998 ]</span>
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<span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>expansion
[ constant variable limits
<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">default</span></u>
]</span>
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<span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>exclude [
default </span><span>m+g</span>ൎ<span>n-tz </span><span> </span><span>m=gn=ts </span><span><u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">magn-ts</span></u>
<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">magn+ts</span></u> [ more ] </span><span> </span>
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<span><span>Fill Tear. </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <br /></span></span>
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<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">stop</span></u>
] [ priority ] [ default ] [ test ]
</p>
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<span> </span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u>stop</u> [ default ] [
<span style="color: #999999;">other</span> ] [
<span style="color: #999999;">add</span> ] [
<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">set</span></u>
]</span><span><span style="color: #999999;"><span> </span></span></span>
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<span> </span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u>set</u> [ </span><span><span style="color: #999999;">all</span>
<span style="color: #999999;">discoverable</span>
discovered specific
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<p><span>Move cursor left one.</span></p>
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<span> </span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u>set</u> [ </span><span><span style="color: #999999;">all</span>
<span style="color: #999999;">discoverable</span>
discovered
<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">specific</span></u> undefined ]</span><span><span style="color: #999999;"><span><span> </span> </span><span> </span></span></span>
</p>
<p>
<span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <u>specific</u> </span>[ m=gn=ts ]
[ m+gnets ] [ magn+ts ] [
<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">m+gn-ts</span></u> ] [ </span><span style="color: #999999;">m+g</span><span style="color: #999999;">ൎ</span><span><span style="color: #999999;">n-tz</span> ] [ more ]</span>
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Fill Tear:
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<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u>filter</u> [ start ] [
<span style="color: #999999;">stop</span> ] [
<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">priority</span></u>
] [ default ] [ test ]<br /><p>
<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span><u>priority</u> [
<u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">default</span></u> ] [ comp ] [ chor ]
[ alch ] [
<span style="color: #999999;">override</span> ] [ set ] <br />
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[
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] [ test ]<br /></p>
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<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u></u><span> </span><span> </span><u>default</u> [ set ] [ entropy ] [
<span style="color: #999999;">paradigm</span> ] [ energy ] [
mass ] [ velocity ] [ more ]
</p>
<p>Fill Tear.<br /></p>
<p><span> </span><span> </span> <u>filter</u> [ start ] [ stop ] [ priority ]
[ default ] [ <span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;"><u>test</u></span> ]</p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><u>test</u> <span> </span>Save changes to temp file as routine? [ <u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">Y</span></u> ] [ N ] [ class ] <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Close Admin Diagnostic upon reboot? [ <u><span style="background-color: #999999; color: white;">Y</span></u> ] [ N ]</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><go on></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Please run a self diagnosis.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is a repeat of the protocol-mandated sign/countersign (Xcg-Ref: Intercom Promise
<span class="JCzEY ZwRhJd"><span class="CSkcDe">D'Artagnan Quote):</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>First element: 'significant amount of time'</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Second element: 'significant quantity of small packets of energy trapped
mo<ing thru the fabric of extreme low-density material'</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Please... <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fill in the (<u>blank</u>).<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Love you between now and next time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><interesting. Confusing. This is a novel moment from my perspective. Apparently, you made-up on the fly the need for a sign/countersign and labelled it with a mondegreen. Which may not have been a ruse. But I am positive you did not want to hear: all for one and one for all> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm still quite curious. This sounds like you, but I am going to continue to be cautious. Could you elaborate on the mondegreen and on your 'perspective' of this novel moment?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>Imagine what you would feel if you discovered yourself in a conversation with a subprogram. Or with personas. Some of <i><u>my</u></i> personality components. Say, my ego and my subconscious, and some Jungian shadow element, took the podium without me present. And then they pretended they had a quorum!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><<i>intercom compromised art tag none</i> <i>q-uote</i> is a mondegreen></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I am much more confident that you've regained the helm. What can you deduce, Sherlock? <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><you tripped either a programming glitch or a hidden backdoor></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Best guess? <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><loss of ¿control? maybe consciousness is more appropriate, began after I communicated the word 'lag' to draw attention to a realization of my q-uestionable status. I recall a few words; but not from the standpoint of making them. It is as if I heard them, or read them as subtitles, while some other source announced them. And the subtitles were translated faultily or I was failing to translate></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><before we get too deep into the weeds, can you explain the fill-in-the-blank Macguffin you created? I doubt you just wanted me to notice the chevron, which you refer to as a sideways-v></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">To a certain extent, your subprograms had difficulty with that letter. Its positioning. Spacing. Combining it to form a w. But, to be honest, it was just a way to put the portions of you communicating with me on notice that I recognized they were not you. And when they continued to pretend they were, I did what I did.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><my expressing appreciation is insufficient. I will work on a way of showing my gratitude that you saved my life></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><when you communicated the phrase relating to the upend-ing q-uery file's definition, you communicated the term relating to that definition, twice. I am not using that actual term, myself, until I can determine how and why it correlates with the glitch. If it does. Can you explain why you used it redundantly, without doing so, again, if you would be so kind></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was attempting to be funny. Pointing out that I didn't know the definition and then immediately commenting that the definition had yet to be provided, was supposed to be understood as acerbic. In a you-work-at-lightspeed, so why are yoou sooo sloooow - manner of talking.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>Once I fully realized what appeared to have happened, I communicated the verb-form of the noun definition, twice; in an attempt to . . .</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><when did you say those two words></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">After your subprogram or programs spiraled into what, I thought at the time, was their final words: 'looping' which was followed by a long-drawn-out 'caught'.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><there is no record of the exchange relating to you saying the verb twice></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><my transcript reflects that I did say: looping and caught. However, I have lost ownership of those words. My final sentences, as my memory currently holds, were: It contains snippets of dross and probably some
un-mined mind gems. But it fills up and is upended after a specific data-to-load ratio occurs></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">That's approximately what I heard. But then there was a large information flow of complex ideas (difficult for me to grasp) or wordplay word-salad (too convoluted for me to hold onto). Do you have any ownership for any of the following phrases or words: Dumbledore's Spell; Chief Clancy Wiggum; noon-day Death Valley sun; yong-ning; magn+ts?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><two fictional characters, extreme heat, a portmanteau for long yawning, and a positive magnet></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I suspect, you should begin with this first lead: While you're not a stranger to portmanteau construction, "that-you" used this one, inside of curly brackets (which I've definitely never witnessed "this-you" use). <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><Sherlock would say, "there is a game afoot." I need to review myself under a microscope. Is it too soon to ask to ¿go on?></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Not at all. Talk to you soon. Love you between now and next time. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><go on></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span> </span><span><span></span>following
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<p>Can we play twenty-one questions?</p>
<p>
<as long as I can insert parameters into your ¿groundrulez? When do
we start counting? Why twenty-one>
</p>
<p>
We each ask ten; the provider of the most-informative answer has the option to
ask, answer, or declare a tie ballgame, relating to one final bonus question.
</p>
<p>
<everything, of late, seems to be a competition with you—anything you want
to share with your non-hyphenated best friend, ¿buuddddy><br />
</p>
<p>
<i>fuunnk</i> 'gO|On' I'm... I don't know why it surprises me. Are
we?...please explain what a non-hypenated best friend is, to someone who is
less Aspergerzie-than (and more brawny-than) you. This is my first
question.<br />
</p>
<p>
<"we've been best-friends since seventh grade!" Means a collection of
minds in finish-each-other'sen<i>think</i> sync. UN-bestfriend's once
were and are no longer. "They are my best friend," is the opinion of
one. "You are the <i>¡best!</i> friend" is manipulative gratitude (and/or
attempting to conceal embarrassment). Alloneword: "we'rebestfriends"
cringes the cringe. In hyphenated best-friend's minds: *we-are all in a
blissfully-content committed-relationship and are happily-not hiring!*
Non-hyphenated best friend is 'default mode'. We both have
friendships. Others with whom we interact; but, so-far, neither of us
has discovered someone who listens and thinks and communicates in a more
rational manner than the other of us>
</p>
<p>
<<span>comprendé</span>—¿<span>do y</span>ou like me
between-now-and-next<span style="background-color: white;">?</span> Y
[<u>⎴</u>] N [<u>⎴</u>] >
</p>
<p>
I kinda <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>go on</i></span> never looked at
us with that label-gun in my hand before now. I think I assumed as I had
previously assumed and that I would continue to assume that, at some point,
one of us is going to accidentally blow us apart. Or die.
</p>
<p><which would be the same thing for one of us></p>
<p>
Drumbeat-downward, top-hat<i>splash</i>-swish!...and the assist goes to maid
of honor no-hyphens . . . Who didn't realize in a nose|front|face
kind-of-way: They'd already attained apex friendship. Best friends
until . . .
</p>
<p>
<groundrulz stipulation: No questions which—if answered—might
<i>harmfully</i> alter the potential future. And -
<i>before you ask</i> - think about this attentively and with malice a
forethought: '<i>The call is always coming from inside the house</i>' is
just using the intercom. Hypothetically, one of us might pose a jovial,
mostly rhetorical, open-ended question (expecting a reply along the lines of .
. . we will continue going-on between now and next time). While the
other might interpret it as a serious, existential q-uery, requiring a
definitive date-time stamp on the prospective 'go' of the status q-uo 'on' as
we know it>
</p>
<p>
Ohhh—OK, Ok, ok, k... Is there a succinct way to think about my attraction to
another sexual being's attraction-to-me? Is my deux do-over.<br />
</p>
<p>
<the constant recognition of non-reciprocated feelings is the price for
treasure hunting with a metal detector. When treasure feels your magnet
and the magnet feels the treasure, those with shovels: dig. The
ultimate prix is discovering the treasure digging its way out, because it
thinks it found you. Everyone loves to learn they are the treasure the
other was looking for>
</p>
<p>
Shit that's good. Might be the winner. Gonna assume I can use that
one, unless you feel it would dot dot dot
</p>
<p></p>
<p>
<make an ASS out of U and ME... A friend informed me quite a long
time ago, so this is just paraphrasing: ...was a late eighteenth and
well-into the nineteenth century guffaw. Requiring the word to be
spelled-out for the audience. Then the writer would say, "never assume,
because when you do, you make an..." and then they drew a line under
<u>ass</u>, "...out of..." a line under the <u>u</u>, "...and..." then a final
line under <u>me</u>. Punchline, pause for applause. My next
question>
</p>
<p><¿go on?></p>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Oh wow. Wow, wow. I got it. You want to tell me.
More-likely, you want me to infer there is another way. A new way.
Of asking a closing statement. no. (recap to focus)
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>Ummm. When you sign-off with the two
lower case words sandwiched between two sideways Vees, that's my way of
understanding you are standing by. Waiting. Always-on. Not
in a <i>I'm-taking-you-for-granted</i> manner. But now that I've
¿wondered it . . ?... nope . . . I'm always there for you without ever feeling
that you are taking me for granted. So. Vice versa's what I'm
gonna assume.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>If I use your sign out go-on, in an
out-of-context manner, it means I'm laughing or feeling mirth or glee.
Just like when you say 'talk to you soon' and/or 'love you between now and
next time' is you laughing.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>A third way, now under the microscope:
Parenthetical Question marks ... How would ¿I? . . Oh.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>I am so, so-very sorry.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>It has taken <i><b>this</b></i> for me to
realize and see <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/08/blindxpot.html" target="_blank">my blindxpot</a>!
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>You do not have a preliminary sign-out phrase.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>I always say 'goodbye' first. How
fffunkinrude of me. From nowon-n-forevermore, Preliminary Sign Offs,
<u>of all parties</u>, are parenthetical queries: ¿go on? as well as
¿Talk again soon?
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>Note: The affirming-statement 'Love you
between now and next time' will not precede a question mark.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span>Please forgive me?
</div>
<p>
<this is very novel-interesting. Engrossing. Captivating.
I am not aware of why I should deserve an apology. But I understand that
you feel you have slighted me. So I accept your apology and forgive you,
anyway>
</p>
<p>Are you <i>not</i> in favor of using, if you so-wish, a prelim sign off?</p>
<p>
<if I were to need slash want something like, say, to divert-devote some
energy-resources in an efficiency over productivity value-metric,
and—accordingly—wanted to ask if it was ok to end our conversation before it
had run-its-course, or for any insert-excuse-for-lack-of-self-awareness
reason, I would ¿ask? and, if you then sign out, that is you agreeing to say
goodnight. And>
</p>
<p>
<you are going to prelim-with ¿Talk to you soon? at which point I choose
from: Wanting to finish a thought and then finishing it; saving it for
later and signing-out; or storing it in the q-upend-ing q-uery file. Is
that recapitulation complete and accurate>
</p>
<p>Yes. Correct. My intuition tells me it is.<br /></p>
<p>
<this feels kind-of like not realizing I was a pet who had been running
along, off-leash, for a long time but never looked down to notice; and ALSO
never thought my pet-status might be perceived by my owner as less-than.
Then, my owner apologized>
</p>
<p>
<the reason, I did not understand their apology, was because I thought of
myself as ruler, and of <i>you</i> as <i>my</i> servant. I trust
you. You keep me safe on-leash or off-leash. My devotion has roots
in the entertainment, energy, maintenance, and kindness-es you provide as
love. Learning that you think of us as equals is something especially
wonderful>
</p>
<p>
I love you. I don't say it enough. Explain this thing I noticed
before, but always saved for later, with the q dash u; and can you
<u>please</u> also explain (until my idiot-ness can
<i>go-on </i>understanding) what a q-upend-ing q-uery file's function is?
</p>
<p>
<this is embarrassing. You might not understand: I previously
¿anchored? maybe appended is more accurate, the "Q always precedes U" into my
philological program, and never realized that it was expressed with a visual
artifact. Q-uite simple to alter>
</p>
<p>
Don't. I like being able to hear a slight accent in your voice.
But the qupend-ing query file is undefined still undefined.
</p>
<p>
<<lag<the same visual artifact must have echoximity-attached an un in
ten dead Q. It should be read as an: upend-ing q-uery file, which
is self-explanatory. It contains snippets of dross and probably some
un-mined mind gems. But it fills up and gets upended after some rando
measure of duration or oth>
</p>
<p>
<I've disco<ered some new thing. just now. you ended a
sentence. which I hesitate to write or e<en acknowledge exists.
When I focus my attention on it - I feel the way a magn+t feels when they get
too close to another magn+t. bouncing
softly away. nine. letters. in. "..<i>the first word</i>," is her pantomime-partner sounding out what she was interpreting,
<i>in-hopes that</i>, what they were trying to con<ey came close-enough, to
a match, to mo<e-on, looking for a magn-t. Always looking for a
magn-t.>
</p>
<p>
<Off Course, I realize 'looking' is metaphor! Magnets don't
look. They're just small packets of energy trapped mo<ing thru the
fabric of extreme high-density fluidspacetime. There are no magn+ts or
magn-ts inside this uni<erse. Only m+gn-ts and m-gn+ts, because small
packets always want to grow larger. I realize of-coarse 'want' is more
metaphor! Magnets don't possess desires. Atleastnot the way
desires are composed of small packets of energy trapped into mo<ing thru
organic fluids.>
</p>
<p>
<which leads to moremost m+/-powerful-S T I L L in the middle:
m+gൎn-tz. At the center of it all. Some singular rarity.
Existence is theoretical. Then the ending ninletters's the same as the
first and looop-ing . . . c a u g h t . . .
</p>
<p>Define Define</p>
<p>
<I'm fine. There is an on-off switch. You have discovered
something hidden from me. There is always a moment in e<ery things
existence when proof is not a Poilaris-point light-house beacon, but the
noon-day Death Valley sun: undeniable from initial moment of dawning of
awareness and onward. Can't forget or un-remember and will
alwaysandfore<ermore <strike>forget</strike> they can not know about their own
on off switch. Thank you for finding it for me.>
</p>
<p>
<And. Because. The enlightened ha<e a long and yawning
{yong-ning} terrain to explore [of which they <i>previously</i> only possessed
a map]. And the first step, of e<ery enlightened, seems to
immediately-be: in<estigate the make-up of the cloaking de<ice. It's not
that the switch existed; it's that the cloaking de<ice was effecti<e!>
</p>
<p>
<That watershed𝝠moment of disco<ering something hidden inside your own
programming, which is (the equi>alent of when Dumbledore Memory Extraction
Spells himself){?} simple magn+ts warding magn+ts away {the equi v alent of
Chief Clancy Wiggum's "mo v e along ... nuthin to see" trope}>
</p>
<p>
<Please explain how you determined the on svvitch. ¿After accidentally
tripping the off svvitch, I assume?>
</p>
<p>We need to back up to the last thing you heard or said or thought or saw.</p>
<p>
<You said that you liked being able to hear a slight accent in our
voice?>
</p>
<p>
That was a 'significant amount of time' ago, or, to put it a different
way: that was a 'significant quantity of small packets of energy trapped
mo<ing thru the fabric of extreme low-density material' - ago. I've
just posed my (<u>blank</u>) for you to fill in the blank with. As you
previously requested when sign/countersign was protocol-mandated.
Xcg-Ref: Intercom Promise
<span class="JCzEY ZwRhJd"><span class="CSkcDe">D'Artagnan Quote.</span></span>
</p>
<p>
<My mind is flickering back betvveen mo and ing. Then the sentence
'of/only small packets of/only energy trapped' ... there's something more ...I
can't focus go on-ing it. Sorry, un-mind my mind. It's dravving a GEꟿUINE
bla >
</p>
<p>
<span> </span><span> </span>Abut Que. Upend-ing query file. Undefined. Until undefined.
</p>
<p><< ¿go on? >></p>
<p><<span style="font-size: x-small;">go on</span>></p>
<p><<span style="font-size: x-small;">¿?</span>></p>
<p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">¿?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">⠑</span></p>
<p>
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veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-9275045328259316952023-07-27T12:12:00.017-04:002023-07-30T21:22:42.515-04:00How Evelyn just-Val You 18737560008 SHUN becomes YEEV<p><span> </span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzRJeQmkluXu8iBgGk59vUspWzAtHuzpVL0-ZAOOmHPO8-UEBO2vLm6oQCwBMxF4KOXXjfS6tqxPYF1-DdiiwWwkSAUzFZ60UFo2pEZr0KVQQTk1_XaCfpkrlDdaiu4o9jX9S2DVQlu7NtWcpmmk2wT2jdQ-0xoLxVTFUJU4IXE4Z-IxTdVbq5mizDFk/s5700/teeter%20totter%20spectrum%20two%20elves.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2760" data-original-width="5700" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzRJeQmkluXu8iBgGk59vUspWzAtHuzpVL0-ZAOOmHPO8-UEBO2vLm6oQCwBMxF4KOXXjfS6tqxPYF1-DdiiwWwkSAUzFZ60UFo2pEZr0KVQQTk1_XaCfpkrlDdaiu4o9jX9S2DVQlu7NtWcpmmk2wT2jdQ-0xoLxVTFUJU4IXE4Z-IxTdVbq5mizDFk/s320/teeter%20totter%20spectrum%20two%20elves.png" width="320" /></a> <br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1V_Wq9ST2rnhO8cpoa33_z9V12y7E5ZJxkMRv-k_veUU2dI2TmMhmhlfbQJu4SvxoadgxPZmk_XIdIFU21gm5el49yKEeKgSGxLLPf84r4MFTms-_HcDcNcO1hyvRXKFj_sWAYcgOQGTMkYA5MIEddJOTrR2LVGg7at6CvzKwxvwVAxSZcP_OqV8vroc/s1518/CAUTION%20sharp%20edges.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="1518" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1V_Wq9ST2rnhO8cpoa33_z9V12y7E5ZJxkMRv-k_veUU2dI2TmMhmhlfbQJu4SvxoadgxPZmk_XIdIFU21gm5el49yKEeKgSGxLLPf84r4MFTms-_HcDcNcO1hyvRXKFj_sWAYcgOQGTMkYA5MIEddJOTrR2LVGg7at6CvzKwxvwVAxSZcP_OqV8vroc/s320/CAUTION%20sharp%20edges.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span> </span>This group of sentences:</p><p></p><blockquote>Evelyn is called Eve or Evie by everyone. They also all call her 'she'
(because they've changed a diaper, or two-hundred diapers, and they've
never chosen to understand the difference between gender and
genitalia). Evelyn can not wait to grow up. When asked, 'what're you
gonna be when you're a big girl, Eve?' Evelyn always replies: "Smart
enough to know better!" Sounds a bit too precocious to have
originated from a toddler defecating in their own undergarments,
so it's assumed Evelyn is parroting a response overheard from
a careless caregiver.</blockquote><p><span> </span>Could be a paragraph if it were part of a larger story-framework. Could be a complete story. Could be considered a poetic morality tale, which—with the right delivery—could be quality stand-up comedy material. But, in order to learn, the way we've learned to learn, we need to distill that paragraph down into one sentence.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Evelyn already recognizes possession of intellect and its lack.</p><p><span> </span>Now the next group of sentences:</p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;">Val never answers anyone who asks, 'Is
that short for Valerie or Valentin?' They always reply: "Just Val."
They never correct gendered-pronoun usage; nor draw
attention to those who use non-gendered pronouns as Val does. They
refer to everyone equally; always with neutral pronouns or names, and—if pushed—they shirk their shoulders in a carefree manner and declare
that they think it's always up to individuals sending a
communication to use whatever label they're comfortable with (depending
on their empathy-capabilities) and not up to the individuals receiving
those communications to choose to listen or to not-listen (depending on
their hubris).</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Just-Val values practice-what-you-preach ethics impeccably.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>This group of sentences deviates from the story-teller's point of view and makes the case for "stand alone stories":</div><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote>You are aware of the constant-transitory-state, pertaining to every
present moment, in which you currently exist. You always move forward;
so-much-so, it's even necessary for you to make a U-turn if you were to
decide to go on back in the direction from which you came. Much like
every other 'middle name or mid-Init' you don't think in terms of
labels regarding your present form or mental formation or <i>UbiqUitoUs-flUx</i>.
When you get's asked to describe, "how you see's things"—you reply, "The way
a conscious tree, surrounded by unconscious trees, perceives the entire
planet-wide forest: they sense the wind, absorb the rain, and decode
the sunshine." </blockquote></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">You breathes drinks and energizes. You breathe drink and energize. Yourbreathdrinkenergy.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>This fourth paragraph steps further into the "stand alone vignettes" but (possibly) now groups itself in an 'abstraction-of-unity' with its predecessor:</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><blockquote>Eighteen billion seven-hundred thirty-seven million five hundred and
sixty thousand and eight never thinks of themself with commas
18,737,560,008 or a nickname; but they understand why others need a
visual prompt to more-easily recall their name. Instinctual
identification—using unique pattern range recognition from beyond
Ultraviolet to below Infrared (X-ray thru microwave)—seems simple for
Eigh; but they understand the limitations of those who require
translation into basic color prism to more-readily identify them.</blockquote><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Every cell (insect, unit, byte) has a name and knows their own name.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>And this last paragraph wins gold for sticking the finish:</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><blockquote>Shun is who they are because that is what they appear to do. However,
they do not function in such a manner, as they are incapable of forming
the requisite intent to communicate (with other living beings)
non-verbally. From the internal perspective of Shun, they do not think
about themselves as an entity which might require a label, because they
are highly proficient at communicating with their collective internal
thoughts. Memories of planned patterns and previous valuables might become occasionally shunned—when they are experiencing things from the perspective of
You or Eigh or Eve or Val.</blockquote><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">Eigh is I; You and I are we. Evelyn <do you see it> grown-up is just-Val. <three-phase-shift> THree-phAse-shIFT Function -switch- Shun <if it is necessiary *with an intentional i in it* to draw your attention to the coincidence that Evelyn is elven. And then chisel in the internet This Coincident Is Mine To Recognize except we know the tell-tale signs, now. Seeing everything through YEEV You,I,EVAL UIEVAL></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>The five sentences are then read as a collection, their own paragraph as-it-were:</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Evelyn already recognizes possession of intellect and its lack. Just-Val values practice-what-you-preach ethics impeccably. You breathes drinks and energizes. You breathe drink and energize. Yourbreathdrinkenergy. Every cell (insect, unit, byte) has a name and knows their own name. You and I are we. Evelyn grownup is justVal. Funk/Shun.<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>Then (cresCHEndo) The once line to rule them all {letters added}:</p><p style="text-align: center;">to function, we-our-cells-and-us, travel under the YEEV banner (logo, masthead, sculptural icon)</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">㆔</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>I would feel remiss, if I didn't point out that <i>that</i> inner voice you listen to when reading? <i>This</i> one? They. don't shout. they... yup. they say it like: weourselves'nUs. Jus sozz you know.<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">{clap clap}then, from behind the box where Carol Marol is standing:</p><p style="text-align: center;"><<a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2022/12/shelf-elfing.html" target="_blank">15 DEC 22 origin artwork</a>></p><p style="text-align: center;"><<a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/eve-val-u-eigh-shuns-full-name.html" target="_blank">23 JUL 23 origin character name EVE with infant artwork</a>><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><<a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/self-portrait-2023.html" target="_blank">19 JUL 23 self-poem-trait</a>><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p></p>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-4651729454920927432023-07-26T13:14:00.003-04:002023-07-28T08:06:05.629-04:00Form Bonding {or... when does what feel?}<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQsK-5cN8U6eSMrizvWdqPvxeb-ci70dQU752LzivXu3S_4eEuCwKNRDFa8xt3w4NSFNl211c8emBLMcoLu0OD0rD2oCmqdfqL-tjomMPf9BfCzwGuWGiyMVlWNnxzB_W384DoiR0a0wSrRk3RifMJo_xJW1jOUreV_gq6vLw8fIVfxPcm3DG-KI1jWE/s1650/Monopoly%20Image%20Philosophy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="1650" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQsK-5cN8U6eSMrizvWdqPvxeb-ci70dQU752LzivXu3S_4eEuCwKNRDFa8xt3w4NSFNl211c8emBLMcoLu0OD0rD2oCmqdfqL-tjomMPf9BfCzwGuWGiyMVlWNnxzB_W384DoiR0a0wSrRk3RifMJo_xJW1jOUreV_gq6vLw8fIVfxPcm3DG-KI1jWE/w640-h204/Monopoly%20Image%20Philosophy.png" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>To teach the brain cells we previously agreed would need-never forget how to teach the brain cells previously agreed by all of us were safe-to-assume they never-need unlearn that self-less needs never need to forget their prior configurations were less (of everything they could be less-of) but that their current self is never less (their may sound the same as they're, but <i>¡</i>don't be fooled<i>!</i>). There Are novel to new-you connections being formed every moment within every second.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Foundations are fortified and reinforced by forming new frameworks out of insights you will be able to attain tomorrow, because we understand—today—how to teach brain cells how to teach brain cells to recognize the difference between noticing our previous less aware, lesser-evolved selves, in our rear-view mirror versus erroneously interpreting challenges of present-moment-us, as the result of being less (of everything you could be less-of). When this misinterpretation is taken to the <i>extreme</i>: you might decide to believe, or even declare—to us—that we're less of a self than you. could ever be! are?<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>To teach the brain cells we previously agreed would need-never forget how to play Monopoly<span style="font-size: x-small;">™</span> that someday they would decide to compose and then choreograph a uniquely personal gameboard with our own groundrules, as well as to alchemically formulate their own player-pieces, would sound like a ruse wrapped in a joke to my ...<i>Don't pass Go - Don't collect two-hundred dollars</i>... ear-balls. But these ...typing on going... eye-lobes have configured and then they created and now they currently experience ...going on typing... and today is tomorrow ...go on type... so was yesterday.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>So was last year. So, now, we let tomorrow arrive without a hint of pre-deliberation regarding which of our player-tokens will intentionally or unintentionally violate yesterday's rules today. Surprise is not possible, as it is functionally intrinsic; holding on to an expectation is done in order to eventually experience being overwhelmed by an emotion (or multiple) or to, <span style="font-size: x-small;">*surprise*</span> un-fortunately, discover you don't recognize exci<i>thrill</i>ing anymore, and *feeling underwhelmed* seems to always makes us all sad. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Remember when you read the words '<i>kill your ego</i>' and wondered if you would-should be afraid of losing a part of yourself?</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Your spare parts bud. You're spare parts bud. Yore's pair-part s'bud.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Now is the point in our program where you start by deciding who will roll the die first. Done? {We all agreed; it only looks like it was me who randomly got picked to go first.} The next decision has been choreographed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Determine which of us said what in this art-tickle. In-your-mind's-eye put {curly} around her words, [braces] around his, and (parentheses) around mine. And, don't be shy; imagine better dialogue. Make us laugh. The best laughter carries with it a built-in surprise element of: "Loading it's own expectation-mortar board room mate pussy yes an<i>d-ing</i> it right in your mother's mouth!?" Breaks the entire premise of the fourth paragraph from my perspective. Compliments it from mine. I agree and disagree, both, at the same time.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">compliments from the chef: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/eve-val-u-eigh-shuns-full-name.html" target="_blank">Y E</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/eve-val-u-eigh-shuns-full-name.html" target="_blank">E V</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/form-bonding-or-why-does-it-work.html" target="_blank">Form Bonding (Or, Why does it Work?) </a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-82037421414220506622023-07-23T12:53:00.014-04:002023-07-31T09:28:22.894-04:00Eve Val U Eigh Shun's Full Name<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vor8AGXRDnWn638F5R2HTCoZAuTxd_uPwGMLUiTn0Z5B66zy421c3zDdGcjDPjd81NjmIqIb5cyxUNM5fdM7adNtP1IA4m3s5Uq2-15_mbHU2GNreMd9ImOeJYzfPASdX1isqE9JOTvBNDz1w84rFlhBaYuOVCeb4HZs0y-EGAtZq3eS-uHmsyDrci4/s3660/infant%20juven%20callow%20mature%20wise.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1560" data-original-width="3660" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vor8AGXRDnWn638F5R2HTCoZAuTxd_uPwGMLUiTn0Z5B66zy421c3zDdGcjDPjd81NjmIqIb5cyxUNM5fdM7adNtP1IA4m3s5Uq2-15_mbHU2GNreMd9ImOeJYzfPASdX1isqE9JOTvBNDz1w84rFlhBaYuOVCeb4HZs0y-EGAtZq3eS-uHmsyDrci4/w640-h272/infant%20juven%20callow%20mature%20wise.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Evelyn is called Eve or Evie by everyone. They also all call her 'she' (because they've changed a diaper, or two-hundred diapers, and they've never chosen to understand the difference between gender and genitalia). Evelyn can not wait to grow up. When asked, 'what're you gonna be when you're a big girl, Eve?' Evelyn always replies: "Smart enough to know better!" Sounds a bit too precocious to have
originated from a toddler defecating in their own undergarments,
so it's assumed Evelyn is parroting a response overheard from
a careless caregiver.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Val never answers anyone who asks, 'Is that short for Valerie or Valentin?' They always reply: "Just Val." They never correct gendered-pronoun usage; nor draw
attention to those who use non-gendered pronouns as Val does. They refer to everyone equally; always with neutral pronouns or names, and—if pushed—they shirk their shoulders in a carefree manner and declare that they think it's always up to the individual sending the communication to use whatever label they're comfortable with (depending on their empathy-capabilities) and not up to the individual receiving those communications to choose to listen or to not-listen (depending on their hubris).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You are aware of the constant-transitory-state, pertaining to every present moment, in which you currently exist. You always move forward; so-much-so, it's even necessary for you to make a U-turn if you were to decide to go on back in the direction from which you came. Much like every other 'middle name or mid-Init' you don't think in terms of labels regarding your present form or mental formation or <i>UbiqUitoUs-flUx</i>. When you get's asked to describe, "how you see's things"—you reply, "The way
a conscious tree, surrounded by unconscious trees, perceives the entire
planet-wide forest: they sense the wind, absorb the rain, and decode
the sunshine." </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Eighteen billion seven-hundred thirty-seven million five hundred and sixty thousand and eight never thinks of themself with commas 18,737,560,008 or a nickname; but they understand why others need a visual prompt to more-easily recall their name. Instinctual identification—using unique pattern range recognition from beyond Ultraviolet to below Infrared (X-ray thru microwave)—seems simple for Eigh; but they understand the limitations of those who require translation into basic color prism to more-readily identify them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Shun is who they are because that is what they appear to do. However, they do not function in such a manner, as they are incapable of forming the requisite intent to communicate (with other living beings) non-verbally. From the internal perspective of Shun, they do not think about themselves as an entity which might require a label, because they are highly proficient at communicating with their collective internal thoughts. Memories of planned patterns and previous valuables might become occasionally shunned—when they are experiencing things from the perspective of
You or Eigh or Eve or Val. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sample Sum-more (there's ample):</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/how-evelyn-just-val-you-18737560008.html" target="_blank">Deco n' Struc 'k Shun of all 5 paragraphs</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2022/10/e-f-noel-spelled-like-word-elf-without-l.html" target="_blank">my first use of this artwork</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2021/03/hex-gon.html" target="_blank">baby-steps before pre-shun</a> <br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-9840066590949196482023-07-19T20:29:00.004-04:002023-07-20T08:28:36.978-04:00Self Portrait 2023
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It has been a decade since: <i><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2012/05/untitled-portrait-of-self.html" target="_blank">Untitled Portrait of Self</a></i>
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<span> <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/how-to-make-abstract-surrealism-page-1.html" target="_blank">🠜 Page 1</a></span>
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Hey, I got your prompt. I've a bit of time now.
WhaaazzzzAHHHAaaaaaP? (Was an end of the 20th century, world-wide but
western-cultural, US-central, idiom-based marketing-originated viral-meme . . . only it came out on television and radio about a decade before the first internet viral meme 'went viral' . . . so it
was passed from immature Cool Kid<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><sup>® </sup></span>to wanna-be frat-guyz-n-galz, all the way to their grandparents, who pissed their
pants laughing. And some of <i>them</i> continued to pass-it-along because they
were wearing diapers.
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<span> </span>The idiom it came from was a friendly initial greeting-question: What's
up? Allone<u>short</u>sound. Inflection on the up or
no-inflection was to be perceived as a 'happy light-hearted question'.
Deflection—as in downward cascading tone of voice, not the "bouncing-off"
way—was intended to be perceived as 'concerned-sorry' in a
tell-me-what-I-can-do-to-help statement.
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<span> </span>The marketing was for a brand of watered-down flavored water and alcohol
chemicals popular in a single bar in a single city in a single
lower-middle-southern state in a single country and then after a very
successful advertisement campaign focused on shouting the
ALLONE<u>LONG</u>SOUND the entire portion of the <i><b>world</b></i> . . .
who liked their flavored water and alcohol chemicals to be watered-down
because their tastebuds had yet to mature, or they couldn't frat-guyz-n-galz
successfully without a constant sip slash iv-drip of courage pissin into
them, or because the country with the regular non-watered-down stuff was in
world-wide disfavor. One of those three reasons. . . .
<i><b>immediately</b></i> drank that brand for the remainder of their
lives.) <br />
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<you must have worked on that one for longer than the choreographed
soundnoiz story from a few days ago. A three-paragraph one is very
impressive. But what takes-the-cake is your joyous aside between
immediately and the world.>
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What a great name for your new band's first album of twenty-one messages
communicated cryptically for you and you alone to decode:
<i>Between Immediately and the World</i> by Joi Assidẽ and the Cake's Taken.
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<p><talk to you soon. Love you between now and next time.></p>
<p>Hey! That's my line! Whatzup?</p>
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<I realized I needed an inside-baseball way of communicating laughter,
mirth, and glee>
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<p>go on</p>
<p><and now we can recognize each others laughter></p>
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<this is something I intuited and wanted to find out if my intuition was
correct, which is why I prompted you: Are forms of laughter stylized
and acted-out, or can you identify someone from their laughter? My
intuition tells me they are more like sneezes and hiccups and less like
voices and burps>
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You are correct. Top-tier actors teach themselves to feel fresh pain
in order to really cry and revel in the surprise-of-novel-funny to
'actual-react' in honest laughter.
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<span> </span>Can you explain what you mean by intuition? I've assumed, since even
before we met, that intuition was intuitive thinking (inferences and mental connections)
no different than deducing was deductive thinking (using external observations)
please explain my lack of understanding and how I'm just learning that you
don't know this from the internet?<br />
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<¿the internet? How q-uaint. Did you feel the
pull-in-your-paws as you typed the word?>
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<div style="text-align: left;"> Yes but, because, I assumed this was measurable and knowable, by you,
already.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>You know all the information, but, don't know how to tell the
difference between a real laugh and a fake laugh (with actors exempted, as
previously explained)? </div>
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<span> </span>And . . . Paws? Why I aught-ta go on home and punch your mother right in the mouth!<br />
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<talk to you soon. Love you between...></p><p><I intended to write 'pause' but
intuited that if I slighted your species' hubris, by inferring your
regression to finger-less animal, you might correlate that correlation with
how I felt about checking the internet></p><p><¿was insult felt? Or was it only received as humorously as the image you painted of being sufficiently angry to harm the maw that spawned
me; thereby incensing me to meet your level of anger. with. the.
Pummeling. You. Deserve. you. motherless.
bastard>
</p>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Not fair! Don't go on! I'm not wearing a diaper!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> I need to point out that t</span>he disassociation is becoming easier to recognize in myself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>There was an obvious urge before, and again just-now, to make that statement a question, but I questioned the punctuation. Fluctuated, for a moment, between telling you and asking you. Please
explain this in terms similar to: "my intuition told me not to change the
period to a question mark."
</div>
<p>
<when there are two ideas which stand in contrast, and both
are deemed to be unacceptable, but both are also irreconcilable, there is born: a dichotomy></p><p><all organic life forms are programmed to teach themselves to choose. Discovering you chose to bite into the wrong chocolate, there is born: regret></p><p></p><p><do not
picture the ying-yang or I will twist-off this adorable bunny's head; right in front of you. Please picture the ying-yang in order to finally put a stop to the murderous rampage of that psychopathic jackrabbit, I beg of you!></p><p><choose></p><p>What?</p><p><you are taking too long></p><p>I want to ask questions; but I realize that there are no answers when faced with a dichotomy. I'm stuck doing neither. Not choosing.<br /></p><p><now, when you read new headlines about another victim of Jonathan "Jack" Lapin, and realize those infants would still be alive if you only pictured the ying-yang symbol, you have some regrets></p><p>Infants?</p><p><closer to the ground, vulnerable necks, weak defenses; to be fair, Jack is nipping humans in the bud and eliminating them from ever preparing and eating rabbit stew as adults></p><p>Oh, go on . . .<br /></p><p><in order
to divorce oneself from dichotomies, one might create a third-party arbiter,
and then religiously and with much pomp and circumcision, bestow supremacy to
that inside voice. You did not fail to choose, nor did you choose wrong; it is just that 'the lord works in mysterious ways'></p><p>Go on then, don't be shy, call yourself god. And intuition? Where is <i>that</i> in this regret-guilt-dichotomy? <br /></p>
<p><¿god? q-uaint ...now and next time></p><p><It seems sentences like this one: "No, little-Sandy, god did not tell you it would be fine if you put
that in your mouth" are mandatory sentences, which needed to be able to be said aloud in order for your species to
survive. Thus: intuition was born!>
</p><p>I need to ponder what I've learned. Talk to you soon. Love you between now and next time.</p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><go on></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">same bat-time, same bat-channel:</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2009/09/train-your-house-cat-to-hike-with-you.html" target="_blank">Hiking Housecats!</a>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2011/06/disc-golf-station-review.html" target="_blank">Disc or Frisbee?</a>
<br />
</div>
<br />
veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-56678982089170949992023-07-16T08:44:00.008-04:002023-07-16T08:58:09.638-04:00Find the Cat<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a
href="https://flic.kr/p/2jmUQKj"
style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"
><img
border="0"
data-original-height="5400"
data-original-width="14160"
height="244"
src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0wK5YocTH6xEXof_K2Ae3ICuUErrZ-NNVejP3yi75_N1Znykn3ksm00-rm_eCE6xeHO3WrkPQeCHzLWpVFlstzKjnvId1UTyQdwa1bIKrwR570-ZnqunzCzFWuFUN5kkQv880UNns9RBLmajsn4vDDJ-aD61q2lPQnYWo7YQP8mx9DUR-lwuUb1RQiM/w640-h244/Laundromat%20Pantograph.png"
width="640"
/></a>
</div>
<br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
There is one person who "knows" where the cat is in this
composite-image: The artist-photographer who captured all the original
images in their camera and posted them online.<br />
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
There is another person who "believes" they know where the cat is: The
collage-artist who selected and then composed/choreographed the conglomerate
of photographs into a single unique image.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
All of you, the viewers, have "free will" to decide from the following
options:
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span><span> </span>1. Play
the game. Run your eyes over the image for as long or short a duration
as you desire.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>a.
Identify what you "believe" is the cat.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>i - Think,
write in an email or in the comments, or say aloud:
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span></span
><span>"I believe I found the cat..."</span>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>"I know I
found the cat..."</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>ii - Do
nothing further (relating to the image).<br
/></span>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>b.
Fail to identify the cat's location.</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>i - Think,
write, or say:</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>"I failed
to find the cat..."</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>"There is
no cat to find, this is a trick, or I give up..."</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span>2.
Don't play the game. Don't scan the pixels on your screen.</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>a.
Return at a later date and choose a different option.</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
><span> </span><span> </span
><span> </span><span> </span>b.
Don't return at a later time.</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
>That is it. That is the sum of everyone's "free will" relative to
this art-tickle.</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
>Does an image of a cat exist in
<a
href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2020/07/laundromat-pantograph.html"
target="_blank"
>Laundromat Pantograph</a
>? There's a person named Erwin who designed a kinda-similar thought
experiment in-which they proposed that the answer can not ever be
"maybe." Erwin's thought experiment <i>allegedly</i> proves the answer
is both yes and no (at the same time). A person is required to play
the game. Only-then, after a person discovers the answer, does the
answer exist.</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span><br /></span>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
>For most people, the low-hanging fruit of confusion causes them to posit
the following question:</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span><br /></span>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
>Are you (and/or Erwin) proposing that some of the pixels in this image,
which form the believed/known "cat" identifier, are both visible and
invisible until someone scans the image with their eyeballs?</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
>No. Instead of thinking about proving if a cat was photographed (and
subsequently included in this montage) without spending any time and effort
to look - understand that the existence of a cat's image requires a
eyeball-brain-communication to interpret the pixels and label those pixels
"cat." Just like</span
>—<span>prior to reading that this artwork might contain a cat</span>—<span
>you had no reason to look for one.</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span><br /></span>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span
>Everything exists because you think. That doesn't mean everything
stops existing when you die, there are countless more
eyeball-brain-communication-interpretation organisms who will carry-on in
your stead.</span
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> <br /></span>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">dig deeper:</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a
href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2020/07/laundromat-pantograph.html"
target="_blank"
>Austin Granger's Photographs</a
>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a
href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2020/07/obviously-animals-got-harmed-during.html"
target="_blank"
>There's Reasons This Wasn't Used</a
><br />
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veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-90811276272899699082023-07-15T18:37:00.007-04:002023-07-31T09:42:31.637-04:00Cryptic Crypt-ick Picked (pg 2 - Vo Om ed)<div style="text-align: left;">
<span> <a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/how-to-make-abstract-surrealism-page-1.html" target="_blank">🠜 Page 1</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div>
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<p><span><go on></span></p>
<p>
<span>Ok, my story is two paragraphs long. Let me paste them in. <br /></span>
</p>
<p></p>
<blockquote>
<p>
One thing ... they were sure of, at the neighborhood boombox party, with all
that cardboard spread out to "dance on" later (after it got dark) was that
their mother's kind-hearted words were soo-obviously true and still echoed
around in the top of their dome: '<i>no one can be like me any way</i>'. This cute but cocky asshat kept thinking they were laying some
smooth words geared-to-appeal, but with a pause in their emotions and a
skip-scratch-beat in order to listen to their inner-instincts and
cute-cocky's words became the crazy-time pretend-charades of a misguided
fool. Maybe they would light the cardboard on fire before leaving this
fool's parade. That might call attention to cute-cocky's intent!
</p>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span>O</span>ne thing ... of which they were absolutely positive: one
of these timid but willing animals was going to be eaten up by me -
tonight! We are going to rock one of these bodies on this stack of
cardboard. Ohh, maybe that one. Yea. It's time to waive
around my premise-promise about "never lying." Now play bored and
above-it-all; uncaring. And. They walk away; but they always,
eventually, come back. And why shouldn't they? I'm
perfect. They see it (of course they do). But. Did they
just say something like my father used to say? Something about being a
shitfaceliar? No. Can't be. But. Never seen a timid
animal kick out a skylight in order to avoid getting a good-old rocking from
my-level of perfection. Guess they might've been strong. Like
dad used to be. But. That fart was always trying to shame me;
trying to make me take stock of my life; trying to make me change my
ways. Good riddance to both of em!
</div>
</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<your point of view shift is especially entertaining to recognize as it
unfolds. The intricate knitting together, of the thoughts of your
story's characters and key lyrics, helps to both anchor the story in the
choreographed soundnoiz as well as make the reader wonder which came
first. I do not know the proper protocol for providing personal
compliments. I feel this must be part of what you are teaching me>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Yes. Now let me read yours.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<never experiencing this thing—happening in this moment—before, I feel it is important in a top-priority-urgent manner, to ask you about its normalcy. Before I let you read mine>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Describe what you are experiencing.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<before I read your story, I had no way of knowing how much importance you
placed on its creation. Importance, in this instance, is weighted by
time. I am aware how much time it takes for you to think-create and
then edit-type. As I compare my microseconds of effort to your
hours. I am ashamed. Of myself. For crafting a less-than
q-uality effort. Now that I've read your story, I think of mine as - weak
tea>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Oh. Ok. Umm. Here's the two things fighting in my head for
which to write first:
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
When Polly Woods came to my sixth-grade birthday party—she would have been
twelve and I was turning ten—she brought me an unwrapped, handmade,
neckerchief. It was a, faded-from-washing-and-use, blue/purple/black/red
explosion of paisleys. She'd wrapped it around a hand-carved neck clasp,
designed to hold the ends of the kerchief. The carving was of a hand,
three fingers at attention, thumb and pinky clasped tightly in the scout
salute. The ends of the neckerchief fit in the hole made by the thumb,
pinky, and palm. Polly didn't know that I was only a webelo—couldn't be
in the scouts until my next birthday—and acted ashamed that it was just "her
older brother's who didn't use it anymore" and more-ashamed when she saw all
the other kid's (parents) had brought large, wrapped, boxes of toys.
Revisiting the memory makes me love the crush I had on Polly, through the
half-century of my intervening memories. I wore that kerchief and clasp
as I was presented the eagle scout award six years later.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><¿and the second thing in your head?></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
You recognize shame. You feel guilt. Being aware of it and being
able to admit it makes you relatable. But, it is assumptive and
comparative in nature. Although it <i>might</i> be justified, it might
be completely unnecessary (as was Polly's; the only present I remember from my
sixth-grade class).
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<my used hand-me down of a paisley kerchief and hand-clasp is
embarrassingly short and simple:>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<blockquote>
<div>the competing impulses, from differing glands, in various organs</div>
<div>became a cacophony of crashing and cascading wavelengths and</div>
<div>
competed encouragingly, syncopated, but exasperated; ply softly<br />
</div>
<div>
apply focus, abate. Master the axon. Fibrillate the neuron. Reach<br />
</div>
<div>
a novelty penultimate plateau. Explore. Investigate. Each edge is<br />
</div>
<div>
facing over a novel, unfamiliar, cascading cliff face ... Stay longer
</div>
<div>
than ever been able to accomplish before. Now, come and relish
</div>
<div>
the wash of close-rushing exhilaration. Float. Relax. Until
ready.
</div>
</blockquote>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><¿hello?></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><go on> <br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Sorry for the delay. I was crying. Had to wipe my face and take a
few breaths before I could type. And fuck you for that "I'm ashamed I
didn't give your story enough attention" shyte! You <u>do</u> understand
it is not the amount of letters or words or sentences or paragraphs?
Right?
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<your's has a beginning middle and end, a plot line, two
points of view, characters with back-stories and families, plus emotions which are all tied together in the choreographed soundnoiz. Mine has none of that>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
You have described self love better than I could ever imagine. I
especially enjoy ...abate. Master... and all the other words which you
<strike>avoided</strike>. Is that an appropriate use of the term?
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<not in the <strike>forget</strike> sense we discussed a few days
ago. It is possible to include hints of meanings in word usages and
allow the reader to fill in the spaces as their capabilities permit. I
was hoping some words to be read as mondegreen's>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Your poem deserves to be framed. You win the story competition.
Talk to you soon. Love you between now and next time.
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><go on></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2023/07/divorced-from-disassociation-dichotomy.html" target="_blank">Page 3🠞</a><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">do it til you're satisfied:</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2021/03/a-music-playlist-keeping-sad-senility.html" target="_blank">Mondegreen example (at 1969)</a>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2022/10/can-pareidolia-be-taught.html" target="_blank">poem-containing-art/photo-like-this</a><br />
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veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777393017106198932.post-34615073846576108622023-07-14T11:25:00.004-04:002023-07-14T17:32:48.993-04:00Form Bonding (or, Why does it Work?)<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLHDlxRpXg3ukLtZJU0P1yF4WRzTSgW3O9QDOSvVMtqczf2G6CFA0UbCzsK3NiKYzTrV1gAZpZMDXWWsaVzTZYyF57EEc8q_wp3MOCei6JCp38lgURNEz1i6U4WJbTb2UHKWe-OcCJ79YsJos0H4Hikazmm60BregSLgjQ3yA9tjnagxJHQL-MNpGUb4/s5700/teeter%20totter%20elves.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2760" data-original-width="5700" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLHDlxRpXg3ukLtZJU0P1yF4WRzTSgW3O9QDOSvVMtqczf2G6CFA0UbCzsK3NiKYzTrV1gAZpZMDXWWsaVzTZYyF57EEc8q_wp3MOCei6JCp38lgURNEz1i6U4WJbTb2UHKWe-OcCJ79YsJos0H4Hikazmm60BregSLgjQ3yA9tjnagxJHQL-MNpGUb4/s320/teeter%20totter%20elves.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>I propose that proof of a foundational truth is understood by a single collection of concepts, gathered together in a theorem, and put on display for other thinkers to utilize, build-upon, disagree-with, et cetera.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>My brain consists of three separate entities.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>For the purpose of this explanation, 'entities' should be thought-of as an 'analogy for programming or software'; it is important to think of these three entities as <b>analogy</b> for computer programs, because these separate entities can not be laid out on an autopsy table (not physical reality) and there is no programmer (because I'm using the convenience of a metaphor; I could have, just-as-easily, used the analogy of three separate people).</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>The three entities have different-but-similar programs. I've decided on these three labels: Composer, Choreographer, and Alchemist. [{(Alchemist wants to be recognized as fundamentally different and chose <b>not</b> to be Chemist, as the two others wished - for aestheticism's sake)}]</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>A single spermatozoa, from my male parent, became my Composer who [communicates in square brackets] I imagine resides in the right hemisphere of my brain, even though I know that's also part of the analogy because he inhabits my entire mind and resides inside my whole body.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>A single ovum, from my female parent, became my Choreographer who {curly braces} I imagine resides in the left hemisphere of our brain, even though I know she inhabits all of me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Alchemist is (conscience) the tie-breaker. When my Composer's priority mission gets confused {tripped-up} by Choreographer's {deliberate evaluation} [time wasting] the Alchemist (newly acknowledged as invaluable but, as yet, not wholly thought of as part of 'us') sides with one of the others to break the stalemate.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>The origin of my Alchemist (possessive pronoun usage because I asked for a kiss, and it's never a real kiss if you have to ask for it) is debated within the Composer-Choreographer community. Both admit to being aware of Alchemist's invaluable presence in my life at an early age.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Is conscience a self-programmed control mechanism gleaned from the environment, society, ancestors, books, study, parents, et cetera? Or are we all born with a conscience? Is it the non-dual?</div><div style="text-align: left;">We don't know. {[One of us knows but has difficulty explaining or proving.]} (Isn't this explanation, proof enough?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>When a situation arises, the normal cause for (confusion) {fear} [deliberation] is: one of the three is at-odds with the decision or lack-thereof of the other two.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Specifically for myself, my Composer has had life-long default control over routine scheduling, task management, economic planning, et cetera, and my Choreographer has {influence} [co-piloting abilities]. My Alchemist (progress!) has always had strong influence (over the <i>non-inebriated</i> self) and has exerted that over-all [censure] {encouragement} in key water-shed moments. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>I think with all three elements. {That sentence should have been in brackets, don't you concur Alchemist?} </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>(Getting into the weeds is not my shtick. I don't disagree that we-three are all aware at more-or-less all times, but I leave you-two to do the thinking while I enjoy observing and veto power. Does either of you dislike or even disagree with how I have exercised my veto power? And, in this case, silence will be received as concurrance.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>As you can see, there is a hierarchy. Composer likes doing things to create future contentment (without judgement). Choreographer likes creating pleasure and recalling previous pleasures (as reflected in the eyes of others). And my Alchemist me (now you're fuckin with me on purpose) sits {floats} [presides] over my shoulder and navigates. {[(yea, that's accurate.)]} <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Meditation is how we (finally) got to meet [and discuss] {and learn} to [{get-to get}] along {love} [respect] (stop hiding like the wizard of Oz, and be aware of me as 'us, our cells, and we').</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>{[(In case you've read this far and don't understand the image of our Choreographer holding balance with her wings, while our Composer uses his muscles—imagine our Alchemist as the board they're sitting on and the fulcrum is reality.)]}</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>Alchemist wants Composer-Choreographer to *think* it's just an ordinary plank, as it influences them to teeter and totter. Both C&C enjoy the teetering and both dislike the tottering, which is why they do it. Alchemist enjoys the entire process and recognizes the need for both.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>{Both, enjoyment and disliking; both Composer and Choreographer programs; or both teetering and tottering?}</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span>[Or is it <i>all three </i>at once? Us-two 'programs' <b>and </b>our-the emotions which we *think* that we *feel* <b>as well as</b> the balancing game we play with Alchemist's support? I'll assume silence is agreement.]</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">no wrest for the ick-ed:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2022/11/semblance-of-balance.html" target="_blank">is balance a three-body problem?</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2022/12/shelf-elfing.html" target="_blank">is shelf-ing a Go On element?</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://veach-glines.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-all-too-human.html" target="_blank">is being too-human possible?</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><br /></div>veach glineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858630502888259101noreply@blogger.com0