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across hills

Lucient Still capes

hey it's viewable at a fuller resolution

 Some instrumental found on a 'mixed down'  sounds folder. Tuning of  GAEEAD 3rd fret cappo (08-26-2014)  Either add other instruments over, and fix up or huck. Put image closeups from about four photographs as a backdrop.  On the unfinished place youtube channel.. to maybe glimpse-listen to things that aren't complete.

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Human goodness is not a myth, just get out of technology errors

11/11/2012

Web-page process Sexy-peek. Secrets revealed, glimpse in to the future

so happy with how the audio-page is turning.
Very nasal-congested with how expensive web-hosting fees are.

It could rain anvils to make us rethink our prime motivation

More photos from the old old, extinct website gallery. 

11/02/2007|||||11/01/2017

Keeping up with uploading photos from the old, original web galleries-- while I work on more than I can chew trying to get the new galleries sized-up, here are a couple more. 

I.
 

The Sony DSC cybershot.. that's what it was called, right? My friends soda
exploded in my backpack while that sucker was in there.  After that point, the
Sony was really only practical for taking photos with these great effects that'd smoosh
and deteriorate everything into frantic napalm bubble gum looking jeer.
This must've been close to that time. 
'was kateboarding in the parking lot,
at this day here.  'Ol Ham-bone was likely to, at those times, go around
with a crayon writing on walls.  It wasn't pretty, some of the phrases he'd get at.
He wrote let's screw turkeys for goddsake.. which is still pretty
funny. Okay, it was brilliant and crude.  The day that sort of juvenile
mindlessness leaves the Earth, like biting the heads off flowers when
you don't know any better, I guess, well, toss me in a volcano.

We once snuck him poptarts when he was in a suspension. And gave him a card.
But it was moreso a razz, the pop tarts and the card.
But sometimes you need a razz to cheer you up, because Hallmark strictness
and sentimentality only woes in the woes deeper unless there's like an Andes mint
with the card.
Blistering angle. Untangle the rangler.

II:
 

That branch downdropped more and more ever since. I'm 1/5th certain
it's the one you can walk out on now.. and sit there with the water beneath 'ye,
which is nice. And dip your feet into if you are further out.

I never actually saw litter at that spot. 
Turn around and there's the double-connecter pond.
Just little ponds, but suitable enough for the weird-beaks, and fine-beaks.

Swans used to go there, too. I don't want to believe that some sucker offed them,
those visiting swans, but that's what I heard. and haven't seen them in
like 7 years, maybe longer.
Anyhow, now, there's these
looney ducks that gather up as a family, back again looking, towards this way.
They slouch outwards way up on deadbranches sticking out of the lake.
They slouch and get a lot of gossip from the fish. Yet since the fish have all that
radon-- is that it, radon? Uhh, it's Mercury, like Enki-- like Tahoti---
round,orange... yeah those fish hang out with those looney-ass wood-brown
ducks.. who make wiley noises. A couple of dozen miles up the rails and
water I've seen them there, too.. near busted down boat docks.
I like those ducks even though they don't uphold respectable positions in society
like waste management eating carcasses like the vultures, or arts and crafts
like the chickadees. Actually, I'm sure those quarky looners do something
it's just they don't want to be seen, because with credit becomes hassle
and some sort of expectation.
Whoever sits on this tree branch, here, which is sittable now, basically
becomes one of them, for the time being.

Also, I don't usually post unoriginal content on here
but I just saw this so it must be pretty important.
They're telling you to keep up on stocking extra toothpaste I guess.

Anyway, some soup and maybe a fresh breath of out-air.

Stripes, mimes

Quetzalcoatl ate me; & general outlines:

ѺSurpass the cookie quota.

ѺReplace the exercise bike with jogging. Actual outdoor movement
can be an innovation to senses like smelling.. because it is tough to
smell whatever TCM movie is playing while on an exercise bike.
There's lots of pollen to suck in and sneeze at when on an outdoor jog.
The challenge of avoiding gopher holes reduces lapsing into mundanity.

ѺTune the ragtag percussion set.
Every hee haw piece of equipment can be fine tuned to something useful.
Empty a hard drive and get it to smoothly accommodate sessions on good ol
cool edit pro 2.1. 
Record drum takes over this and that and this and that and that.
Record guitar over that and that and that and that. Fix the overdrive issue on the
Laney amp.  It needs a 20 pound weight balanced just-so on the dial or it cuts out
like a pro. Even then it still sorta cuts out anyway.
Get headphones without a gorilla tape and metal slide needin to reinforce
the bend to the left ear.

ѺMake each sound somehow useful. Bend it, screw with it in some way to become a
useful sound.  Get in a sauna and sweat until it is some sort of holy moment and take
down notes.  Useful little words. Please, not jibberish.. make use of all available materials.
Mix and mash it.

ѺHave some more cookies. Then exercise some more. Heave and thirst for water
and exercise a little bit more. Then get some water. And probably a nother cookie.
Don't forget vitamin C with whatever you're going to toss into your gullet.
Probably some cookies. Never fritters.  Rice, brown rice, actually, seems ideal.

when there is time for all this.

ѺDraw without reserve. 48 seconds maximum. Something left handed. Then right handed,
48 second maximum. Do like twelve of these, each. Then actually work on something.
Use portraits of background people from the recent parade photoset. Now there are workable,
original sources.

ѺAre the drums tuned okay enough? If the snare sounds like a wet paper napkin, yet in real-time
it sounds fine, where are you setting the recording device? Maybe it is all backwards and I should just leave it way far out of the room. I've been trying really close to the instrument and whatever tension I have on the snare it often sounds like a tacky napkin.  Possibly resort to keyboard overlay for a snare... which is one of the most patience-demanding situations other than watermarking images, de-crackling over-distorted audio files and those sorts of things.
A computer with good RAM would be a saving grace.
Use what ya got!!

ѺRan out of paint markers. Switch to pastel possibly permanently and do not bark at the inevitable aftersmear.

Does any of this stuff satisfy the soul? 
Maybe? If only maybe.. get more done.
Die if you have to, just get more done. Follow suit of the blooming plants..
they're doing fine.. jade green. Okay,  a couple did not make it. The success rates
are pretty lovely for most of all of them. Sunflowers, cucumber.
No Paisley. Only ant eaters eat paisley. 

The luck of a baby preying mantis showing up near them even defined
the bloomers to be something up-lifting in a  world of loud problems or gas exhaust fumes and warring ideologies or whichever.

Better alias; & leave the mystery of the "Phantom Incidents" alone.
Yea it is wear on ye ol heart but leave such occasions alone and move on.
*cryptic mentioning of stuff you don't want to hear about. Blogs are not very
personal. Journals are pretty personal. I'll open up slowly about impromptu anxiety
and close ones visiting the hospital but there's enough sulk in digit.

Stripes, mimes. 

paradaso

Shot a whole lot of photos of the parade earlier.
Cropping is the most effective alteration to a photo
of an event like that, I think. Found some good changes after cutting out
certain background ongoings. 'll try to get some good images out of what I shot
today.

Here are some from 2012

 

Here's one just one from such a short while ago 6.2.2017.  Still colorized

possibly moving the blog. things aren't too dazzlin at the ol blogspot.

Rapture Rapture Rapture

Rapture Rapture Rapture!

12 Species of Human interacting with a GamePlan

You're not beat up looking
and every thing's clean
every one's sheen as
carbonated glass
So go skrye, Some go cry
Naw,
You're the Queen of survival.

The rain gushes,   clears smoke.
Anyone belongs.
Blackbirds dye
to get bright tips
to light the dawn;
take cider sips. Look to trust
the
Mechanism
You're the Paige
right on arrival.








Some singe-stink
by memory-lane
with the traffic-jam-dance
and discount prayers
said in vain.
Sometimes a pulse
speaks louder
than a pocket-book strain
You're the King of soft words
and nestled sprickets gone
tidal



8:00 INDIE-rock at the local barnes and noble and the left headphone bud broke out. Can drown it out on the right channel but all of the woah-ohhs and ooohiee-eees are detected. It's so cheery and wimpy and soulless and yucko.   They're playing the whole album. Something impersonal is detected by the music like it is totally everything-is-okay yippy-dippy and the band is walking around down a roadway and things are falling and hitting them in the head, but it is okay-- and alright, and woah-woah. There is a pleasure in not liking it. Some facet of defining being by 'staying the heck away from that stuff.' I don't think it is really indie rock though, I think it's something else.  Sort of drone-pop and mock-rock. Need blood and beauty and disdain, and desperation followed by triumph. Something with edge and punch but not mindless.

Food plants are still growing excellently. Plan ah plan to raise more.. soldiers-- an army of edibles not endorsed by that slain Green Giant.

Take Vit. C., Start at St John's Wort.  Get a night of a little better amount of sleep.  Fit-in resizing more images. All thumbnails finished. More than three galleries so that's plenty nifty. There's probably some auto-resize machina program to do it all but maybe it's neuro-whamming mediation, going through the stride of all that clickity click. Doing this when time-allows any how.

Heard sirenesque cackles from some fox or coy family at a morning-ish job. They were excited and celebrant about something. I picked up a stick and walked towards them with a camera recording but did not get in on the location. Maybe ainn'a coupla-days some animal's remains would be there if I check.. iunno. Related: I did find an owl feather far on in to wherever-world.
Thankful to find that. Need a good feather-finding season. Last year's seems to run alongside apple-finding measures, meaning there was a drought in that. If feathers follow appleness, and this year is looking good already for bloom, surely I can find a partridge feather. If I dream it I'll be happy enough.

Had good practice at being a damn-fool earlier.
Yeah but it issain't what I was going for. Cool-- some project to work on.
Endup lookin like a creep. A creeeeeeep. *Furrows brow* I'm not nice, I'm a mean guy.
Mean and demanding and always know what to say. 
Yo, Chariot, those are some heavy waves.
Perhaps taking ques from Coronation Street will help the societal survival ongoings on an energetically empathic wooden wheel.
Sez to get in to the Centre of the Wheel
but life without its ruffle and edges and fringe
has no turnings at all really.
So with all that clash and clang I just really want to express through sound or image or something
something that doesn't seem otherwise to get-along
trying to have a normal life
on planet Apocalypse Polysyllable,
whatever that is. 
Don't give me sympathy by any chance,
It's for me to fix at my own and I'll work at it at my own.
The intensities at facing self-failure, not if but when survived
add tallies to genetic-memory
and probably localized shielding for situations to be able to live through
better and more easily.
You're on Earth,
You get your suffering like any body else.
There are beautiful things
But don't bullshit about it
that at simulation eartheach and all earn their way back to the Right
of remembering who they are, what they are,
what they are apart of
and called that Energy, Electricity of Godism
all of the masks and ideas of strict unchangeability
seem as wish fulfillments
to not self-change or move ahead and ramble,ramble,ramble.
You know it. You feel it.
We're not naive about the something-more
and it's not fairy-tale like
because there is great to it
called the Hidden Self
but the hidden self isn't all boogly-woogly, also.
Laughter could not exist other-wise
because of Ouroboros.No, I just wish you to know for mankind to live
from the Golden Heart.
So make a metaphor to prove to others
so not to live from the poisoned Gut.



Laughter: at a nail through the leg or a hawthorne through the side or a garden tool
bruising the shin all hectic-like
but an emotional-social error
and the flags of day-to-day risen
to nag and nag and nag at the situation.
Q. of Cups and trying to take credit for all string-levels at the same time.
Character study!

 Heard some good stories, though, yesterday, and had good peanut butter crinkly cookies while listening to them. Good movie tastes and pliable space to get words through. Animals sniff each other out and the similarity-abundance calls for life-time recital. Recitation brings life back-to.


Ya get in to town, and words bounce off the weird shapes and schedules. Connecting is a 'sniff out the situation' kind of situation but there is threat in the claustrophobic density of hard, heavy, threatening machinery. Bygones exist but what exactly is their deal?  Everybody has an inkle of the human-game going on. You are an alien pretending to be a human being or you are a tree dreaming of being one of these sapien-things. You are a process, a capability. What of a moaning frustration and how about the cataclysmic un-ease where the natural-way is not ongoing. Collectively,
remembering the Great Thrashing (worldwide event)
which induced into the mass subconscious
the fear of the Total Self
due to the responsibility
of a Thoth-Dionysus-Isisian dance.  
Also, take back the name of the Goddess Isis because she is more important and Sacral
than yet another gang of cronies going and ripping off words with meaningful vibration-elements,
but that is enough of that for now.

Paint Gold onto token-like stones.  Draw value onto those stones. Just bury them wherever in random places.. probably far, seemingly unfindable. Let them be, like that. 
Leave prizes for people.. in places where they won't foul them up.
Probably sounds all occulty-mystic-jibberish talk. Another trap of definition. 
I forgot what other word there was for that. Probably statue-clammerin'.

double sided tape situation

Forgive whatever inaccurate judgements. Move more towards the Golden Heart.
Try new food. Settle down on bombarding friends w handwritten letters. Under-stand.
Watch a Mickey Rooney movie. Stop being so self-centered in credit for emotional and
kin-esthetic events.
INDUCE Nervous-situations manually and witness in realtime how silly it is to be nervous whatsoever. Do this until it can not be done any more.  Make it so that it is not one of those saying it is easier than doing it kind of mouse-mazes. Wish the "world" would believe you
when communicating even the thought of __fill in the blank__(your personal movie script here.)

The Thunderdome was just a Sneeze/Predetermining the turtle-wax

Cats are crazy but that is why I love them.  Because a nose is a kind of assault weapon for them, they can also take care of getting rid of some of their nose slime at the same time.
The fat one is howling pretty readily. Short of maybe a cooked goose or something, nothing
will stop her little fits. Well, big fits I guess.

Got a roof and some support beams (only professionals do it in that order) onto the shabby, shabby, but dependably enough sturdy greenhouse frame.  Didn't shin into any more nails but had the 'Swiss-opportunity'* to stand on the top of a wobbly ladder holding a live chainsaw.
So it's done besides the plastic which'll wall around the frame. 'll be like a little clubhouse for all the flowers and vegetables.
Going to leave a deck of cards in there for the plants. It sounds like bullshit
but plants are known to grow better when you give them the chance to gamble
when you are not looking. I'll leave a couple sets. Maybe some marbles, jax.
When I'm done with using it as a greenhouse it would be a good space for a pool room.
If the table's uneven that'll make it even better.

*A Swiss opportunity refers more to the knife than the Swedish themselves. But if the Swiss want to take credit for the knife then they may have to also associate themselves with the phrase. Swiss-Opportunity means that if you are in a situation where you are naked with nothing but a knife on your person and times are tight and you're at a last stand with some godawful situation, then you rile up with an inspired oomph of total charisma and unexplainable gratification. It is the using the lament and desperation of a situation as an element of actual inspiration.
I, personally, don't think the phrase makes very much sense,
but it was best fitting. 

dislike all the royalties ye have to pay to Disney for this kind of stuff, but the sprout
is having a steady, quick progression. (see prev posts) The others are pertin' along, too.

creek being subtle

Subtle creek breeze felt intensely good-- at the first light of morning. Something irreplaceable and calm and forgiving.  It felt like the whole world felt gentle at once, for once. No "false-reality" mind-stuff. [looming doom of ink-existent bullies whom appear in envelopes housed in a mailbox. The IFs and BUTs of why that one thing didn't go that way and the other thing didn't go the other, etc.]

stone huck

Just intrigue in the immediate surroundings. Tiger stoans in the creek. Lots of flat stone rocks to huck up on to bank-tops. Gather'em to stack into smallwalls.
Hawk lands in the tree like some daily-routine.  The battles between the hawk and crowes appeared as a sort of befriending dynamic. They'll war eachother but not shoot to kill this time around. All was subtle and meaningful, unapologetically. Unallergically. 

Re-oiled the 'ol motorbike chain.  Found some TurtleWax can from 1984.. has a finebit left in it still. 'll see how good it shines up. Since both the bike and the wax match decades it could do some good.

 Way later throughout: Experienced tremendous results in (useful) sensation from face-tightening/de-tensing exercises.  Done amidst intense heat (but do not broil or saute).  Before that there was a state of grief of alarming tension and mind-stuff nags. Assumed outside components and assumptions of collective-opinions. that sort of dangerous grouping of brain-chatter which: generally fills all folks headspaces probably pretty common-like through each day.
Goin' down centre-lane (1-2-3-4-5) while thanking the revisited regiment of 'ol Cptn. S. Hyatt's Energized Meditation techniques.  Useful. Persistence.

16th

16th also-- was fern harvest re-visitation day. Mixed in to this post. Wrong timeline!

Anyway, I'm a mute or a dark-mime lately.. what was I supposed to say? De-tread the boots

trembling fire flies

Got a little bit more of a sleep last night. Well hot damn.  There's more of a certainty that all of that research for the insomniac kid can come to a close.
Today was an ai'ght day. I leaned just the right way and got a nail into my leg.
It felt alot smoother and less painful than it shoulda.  Atleast I can laugh right after it happens.
It sunk in smooth!  What a bunch of shit though, me having those boards out like that.
           Actually I was prying nails out-of those boards so they weren't rascally dangerous claw-broads.
But what can'ya do?
Lean-into a nail, that's what.

It caused my left thumb-base to stire some pain.  I kept thinking why isn't this nail incision causing a ruckus but it never really did or at least the pain went to my thumb. Have to go get my circuits rewired probably. Prolly won't. Would hate to see what shit would be found.  Maybe an inch over and the nail would've done some damage. It wasn't just a peck-- it glided on in a distance.

Kept up with the tools, despite, and finding useable pieces to hammer and drill. Keep me busy & moving lately, so I cannot play that thing they call rumination.

Some decent growth spurts came-to-be.

would devour a live mickey mouse for dinner.

have to feed em ovaltine and play em lotsa the Shaggs to keep'm happy.

Made another bad joke (this time about eating cash-registers)
that likely got me kicked out of the guard job
at the Tower of Babel or towel of babes
or whatever it is called these days.

Future prints and leans into gardening

Sequences involving nerve-calm, and mileage expansion.

Going through image-sorting and such, I had an idea to do printups
of images that are going to only be done in runs of five prints each.

There'd be two images selected and worked together, like above, but no digital record of the photos...
so those who ordered a print would know what print would be theirs only by opening the postal arrival.

Would delete the pc stored digital source image after all five are sent out.
Will think about doing that in the future if any interest interest interest is garnered
when furthering the idea. Could be fun. it was fun playing with the above image mainly
to side-away from the roboton rhythm of resize-save,resize-save,resize-save.

Been an alright day. Got to make it up to a camper which has finally found its nesting spot after some long while. 'was my first time residing in it during a rain storm. Able to open up a good amount of windows in there and let the rain-air cleanse through, and feel the creek-like-cold breeze fill it and give it an atmosphere.
When you're in there, there are exclusive sounds of woodpeckers and frogs and things navigating around tree tips. Things you don't hear so clear when you're possibly visible to all things alive. 


I added bone structure to a soon-greenhouse and tried out the sustenance of the black and decker drill battery pack-- which was about the same as a canon camera battery pack.. get more than one-- have a spare with ye.

Yah so the area that is intending to be a greenhouse was foremost going to be a small cabin. 
Time took over where I did not, and when winter was around the base was to come under heavy attack from busted off trees.

crushing heft of snow-snapped tree bulk

So there were three or four heavy plumes of trees that crashed down. Possibly a sign it was better that I slothed to never finishing the cabin itself. If it was completed, then the project I woulda had there would have gotten the roof squashed in and further efforts would have been reversed. At least the platform can be made into a greenhouse.

So I chainsawed away.  Yea the setup, not to laugh too much-- was my first go at building a structure like that.  Happy'ta learn and build more and better and trustier ones.. and not have'm pulverized by winter-weightedness.

observing the snarling bramble to get at

heaving at more of the bramble

coffee and boot and strit-timber

scatter

scattered debri

more vidscreen of bombastic bramble

Cleaning up the foible.  Before mess and after scampered away branches

all got wobbled and enamored and bent and kerplunked

finally had just only a bit left to chainsaw

There's a lot of thick base pieces to make maybe a teepee out of or a more temporary greenhouse-- maybe a structure.  A hellofalot of campfire bramble is also there so that's cool.

So'll have a writing space right next to where a greenhouse will be neighboring. 

Lotsa indoor starters are already sprouting and perkin.
Even mickey's bombastic head has a special sun season sprout sprouting after only a coupl'a days.
Heard you're supposed to look at flower-wrist watches to keep track of its rhythms. Will look and see.

Looks like a better season for growing than last year.  Less super-market standing-around in clodded cashier lines, good!