Skip/skim at your leisure. Simply recording signs of the tomes.
1. Deutsch für Amerikaner, 2. Auflage (c) 1964, American Book Co.
2. America's Historylands: Landmarks of Liberty (c) 1962, National Geographic Society
3. Journey Across Russia: The Soviet Union Today (c) 1977, Nat'l Geographic Society
4. Great Religions of the World (c) 1971, Nat'l Geographic Society
5. The Best Stories of Bert Vincent, Sage of the Smokies (c) 1968, Brazos Books
6. Gettin' It On, A Down-Home Treasury by Lewis Grizzard (c) 1989, Galahad Books
7. It Wasn't Always Easy, but I Sure Had Fun, the Best of Lewis Grizzard (c) 1994, Bad Boot Productions
8. Roget's Thesaurus in dictionary form (c) 1962, Albert H. Morehead, The Nat'l Lexicographic Board
9. Wolf Cub Scout Book, 1970 printing (c) 1967, Boy Scouts of America
10. Bear Cub Scout Book, 1970 printing (c) 1967, BSA
11. Scout Handbook Eigth Edition, First Printing (c) 1972 BSA
12. Pamphlet, Jump Right In - To The Fun At Camp Davy Crockett, Sequoyah Council, 1976, Charlie Sipe, Chairman Boy Scout Committee
13. Scoutmaster's Handbook (c) 1972, BSA
14. BSA Merit Badge Series: American Heritage, 1976, BSA
15. BSA Merit Badge Series: Plant Science, 1975, BSA
16. BSA Merit Badge Series: Orienteering, 1974, BSA
17. BSA Merit Badge Series: Skating, 1973, BSA
18. Leadership Corps (c) 1972, BSA
19. Garrard Laboratory Series Auto Turntable Type A Mark II Instruction Manual w/Magnavox radio unit
20. The American Heritage Picture History of World War II by C.L. Sulzberger (c) 1966, American Heritage Publishing Co., Inc.
21. magic moments - Walt Disney (c) 1973, Walt Disney Productions
22. The Collected Works if Buck Rogers in e 25th Century (c) 1969, Chelsea House Publishers
23. Free as a Running Fox by Wing Commander T.D. Calnan (c) 1970, Book Club Edition
24. General Ike, A Biography of Dwight D. Eisenhower by Alden Hatch (c) 1945, Henry Holt and Co., Inc.
25. The Battle for North Africa by John Strawson (c) 1969, Book Club Edition
26. You're On Your Own, Snoopy - Selected cartoons by Charles M. Schulz (c) 1972, United Feature Syndicate, Inc.
27. modern organizations by Amitai Etzioni (c) 1964, Prentice-Hall, Inc.
2010-09-10
2010-09-09
Sir, you only gave us twenty-seven dollars.
Restocking my shelves with old stock from my childhood library (transferring books from my parents' house to my house, in other words), exposing my eyes to words and images I may or may not want to see again, due to the knowledge of their pebble-in-the-pond effect stirring up settled matters.
Eighty-one portable thought sets rambling on subjective objectives from military to business to religious to geographical to Scouting.
Details in another place and time?
Thanks to Angie and other smiling faces like a Turkish server in Colonial Heights. Did I mention Neel or Stan?
The silence speaks voluminous yawnings. Should I listen or snooze?
Patience, Rick. Let ignorance and superstition fade without offering resistance or excuses for the defensive supportive posture. I am one in a long line of deliverers of a partial message. I don't know the message I string along to those who will also attempt to decipher the indecipherable.
Eighty-one portable thought sets rambling on subjective objectives from military to business to religious to geographical to Scouting.
Details in another place and time?
Thanks to Angie and other smiling faces like a Turkish server in Colonial Heights. Did I mention Neel or Stan?
The silence speaks voluminous yawnings. Should I listen or snooze?
Patience, Rick. Let ignorance and superstition fade without offering resistance or excuses for the defensive supportive posture. I am one in a long line of deliverers of a partial message. I don't know the message I string along to those who will also attempt to decipher the indecipherable.
2010-09-08
Fall, Fall, Fall
Talked with friends at the U-Save pharmacy yesterday while medication information was computerised.
Learned that end-stage lung cancer does not end a mother's love of life and concern for her children.
Heard that in times past you could just tell the local Ford dealer you were ready to take delivery of whatever the latest model is that's equivalent to the last one you bought; they'd drive the new car to your house and take a check, no stack of paperwork or six-month waiting list for factory order required.
Local "boys," long since retired, sitting on a bench in the town square, remembered my 93-year young mother in-law teaching them a sixth grade subject in 1954. They were curious as to her dietary secret (no alcohol, no tobacco, small meals, no heavy stress on the musculoskeletal system, weekly bridge club, active religious life (multiple daily readings of familiar religious text, lots of praying and no worries)).
Times change. The perspective of better or worse belongs to those who think perspectively.
The faces of small towns change, often imperceptibly. Relatively quick changes cause consternation when seen as incomprehensible.
I can't go back to another time, not only because it's impossible but also because it never existed the way I imagined it did. All I want are the happy conveniences that we shared, modernised, of course.
We're locavores because we eat food off this planet, nourished for the most part by our local star.
I have the highest expectations for our youngest generation because they're lucky enough to live in the best of times and the worst of times during their formative years (or close thereafter).
How many of you have a 100, 500, or 1000 year plan? I'm telling you it's about time you did. Then you'd see that a 10,000 or 100,000 year plan is not that impossible to imagine setting up and implementing.
Landfills are gold mines, my friends. Nuclear waste is unharvested energy. Solar flares are reset buttons. Getting a living idea of us away from this solar system (and surviving) will take all of our coordinated efforts. Hindsight is time wasted regretting lost opportunities.
Prove to me you see the bigger picture, no matter who you are, and I'll support you. Otherwise, you're a pawn willing to be used in the game of life played by others looking for short-term profits taken at your expense. Either way, all of us equally important and taken into account.
Life doesn't change but your perspective can.
Learned that end-stage lung cancer does not end a mother's love of life and concern for her children.
Heard that in times past you could just tell the local Ford dealer you were ready to take delivery of whatever the latest model is that's equivalent to the last one you bought; they'd drive the new car to your house and take a check, no stack of paperwork or six-month waiting list for factory order required.
Local "boys," long since retired, sitting on a bench in the town square, remembered my 93-year young mother in-law teaching them a sixth grade subject in 1954. They were curious as to her dietary secret (no alcohol, no tobacco, small meals, no heavy stress on the musculoskeletal system, weekly bridge club, active religious life (multiple daily readings of familiar religious text, lots of praying and no worries)).
Times change. The perspective of better or worse belongs to those who think perspectively.
The faces of small towns change, often imperceptibly. Relatively quick changes cause consternation when seen as incomprehensible.
I can't go back to another time, not only because it's impossible but also because it never existed the way I imagined it did. All I want are the happy conveniences that we shared, modernised, of course.
We're locavores because we eat food off this planet, nourished for the most part by our local star.
I have the highest expectations for our youngest generation because they're lucky enough to live in the best of times and the worst of times during their formative years (or close thereafter).
How many of you have a 100, 500, or 1000 year plan? I'm telling you it's about time you did. Then you'd see that a 10,000 or 100,000 year plan is not that impossible to imagine setting up and implementing.
Landfills are gold mines, my friends. Nuclear waste is unharvested energy. Solar flares are reset buttons. Getting a living idea of us away from this solar system (and surviving) will take all of our coordinated efforts. Hindsight is time wasted regretting lost opportunities.
Prove to me you see the bigger picture, no matter who you are, and I'll support you. Otherwise, you're a pawn willing to be used in the game of life played by others looking for short-term profits taken at your expense. Either way, all of us equally important and taken into account.
Life doesn't change but your perspective can.
2010-09-07
Moore's Law of More Notes to Self
I am transparent so I can write here and pretend no one but I/me/myself will read these words.
Network analysts interpret bandwidth variations.
I have crushed cockroaches that fell down the back of my work coveralls while I climbed down a sewer chimney.
I have never seen a king coronated.
Do you talk to yourself in relatively rarely-used conversational tools like mathematics or computer code?
Sometimes I do, subjecting my personality to bizarre subjugation.
Then I forget the rules of writing in this language (IF I ever knew them in the first place).
I maintain the mask of sanity for your sake. In reality, I have no rational bounds that define me as separate from you.
In my thoughts there are no rules, no common agreed-upon conditions that allow stored distinctions to recall later on.
There are no exceptions that create external versus internal politics.
Although species do not exist concretely, I'll play along with others to get the illusion known as us and our required ecosystem partners extended beyond the solar system.
The crucial discoveries made while developing entities like us that will represent us remotely tell me we will not exist much longer in serial recursive reiteration.
Autonomy = ...?
I keep coming back to the thought of "letting go" - let the unknown be the unknown.
This is my world on which I juggle jigsaw puzzle pieces as delicately as an enthusiastic ruffian like me can.
I want to but can't ignore the concepts of intelligence and emotion.
As many Europeans, Africans and native Americans desired the start of an autonomous political entity on this continent as didn't. The rest had no interest either way.
Mlodinow and Hawking share space on a book title. Is theoretical physics dead? Popular science books live in the marketplace of Ikeas. Is M really a reference to the head of a spy network?
Can we stop being a murderous species? Can we stop distracted vehicle operators from killing others? Can we eliminate the causes of diseases we know about without creating treatment-resistant causes we can't eliminate?
Can a solar system society create a living wage (above poverty) for all interplanetary citizens?
Hope and change for all seven billion of us - I was used to that idea the day I was born. Fear of the fear of the unknown keeps me from shedding my last transparent protective shell to show you how easy it is for us to get along.
Should I share with you the secret(s) others think you aren't ready to see as a whole species at the same time?
Chaos and misinterpretation happen all the time. Why worry that a few basic facts will make the situation any more or less confusing?
Glad I had this time to myself to let out some steam, get some weight off my shoulders, etc.
Sure, the truth will set you free but it also will...nope, my lips are sealed. I promised ones in power and ones who want to be in positions of power to keep quiet a little longer.
If you knew how much of what you were led to see as drastically different was really all the same, would you? Yes, you would. Yes, you can.
I hope you will. The window of opportunity is small but we can all squeeze through.
Atlas may have shrugged but I'm willing to hold the windowpane up as long as necessary for those who know what the future already is.
Ignore the labels. Use humour as a shield against, and eraser wiping out, the intolerances of the perceived past/present.
Expect us to take two steps forward and one step into a roundabout.
Network analysts interpret bandwidth variations.
I have crushed cockroaches that fell down the back of my work coveralls while I climbed down a sewer chimney.
I have never seen a king coronated.
Do you talk to yourself in relatively rarely-used conversational tools like mathematics or computer code?
Sometimes I do, subjecting my personality to bizarre subjugation.
Then I forget the rules of writing in this language (IF I ever knew them in the first place).
I maintain the mask of sanity for your sake. In reality, I have no rational bounds that define me as separate from you.
In my thoughts there are no rules, no common agreed-upon conditions that allow stored distinctions to recall later on.
There are no exceptions that create external versus internal politics.
Although species do not exist concretely, I'll play along with others to get the illusion known as us and our required ecosystem partners extended beyond the solar system.
The crucial discoveries made while developing entities like us that will represent us remotely tell me we will not exist much longer in serial recursive reiteration.
Autonomy = ...?
I keep coming back to the thought of "letting go" - let the unknown be the unknown.
This is my world on which I juggle jigsaw puzzle pieces as delicately as an enthusiastic ruffian like me can.
I want to but can't ignore the concepts of intelligence and emotion.
As many Europeans, Africans and native Americans desired the start of an autonomous political entity on this continent as didn't. The rest had no interest either way.
Mlodinow and Hawking share space on a book title. Is theoretical physics dead? Popular science books live in the marketplace of Ikeas. Is M really a reference to the head of a spy network?
Can we stop being a murderous species? Can we stop distracted vehicle operators from killing others? Can we eliminate the causes of diseases we know about without creating treatment-resistant causes we can't eliminate?
Can a solar system society create a living wage (above poverty) for all interplanetary citizens?
Hope and change for all seven billion of us - I was used to that idea the day I was born. Fear of the fear of the unknown keeps me from shedding my last transparent protective shell to show you how easy it is for us to get along.
Should I share with you the secret(s) others think you aren't ready to see as a whole species at the same time?
Chaos and misinterpretation happen all the time. Why worry that a few basic facts will make the situation any more or less confusing?
Glad I had this time to myself to let out some steam, get some weight off my shoulders, etc.
Sure, the truth will set you free but it also will...nope, my lips are sealed. I promised ones in power and ones who want to be in positions of power to keep quiet a little longer.
If you knew how much of what you were led to see as drastically different was really all the same, would you? Yes, you would. Yes, you can.
I hope you will. The window of opportunity is small but we can all squeeze through.
Atlas may have shrugged but I'm willing to hold the windowpane up as long as necessary for those who know what the future already is.
Ignore the labels. Use humour as a shield against, and eraser wiping out, the intolerances of the perceived past/present.
Expect us to take two steps forward and one step into a roundabout.
We are Devo, EVDO
Sitting next to Shannon, her husband Mike, and their son the other day, listening to the conversations wrapped around the collection of names, physical features and hometowns of players far below us on fancy artificial turf, I remembered the stats that counted the numbers, physical features and home areas of those involved in the events we call here the American Revolution.
I remembered the complaints/protests/strikes of those opposed to mechanisation during the long early years of the Industrial Revolution.
I saw the current day as if I was looking back 100 years later, all the small details available - in the form of archived emails, blogs, websites, texts, videos, games and ebooks - to historians wanting to tell contemporaries what we thought we knew we were doing in the moment we didn't know we were participating in historically.
Does anyone have a working 8-inch floppy disk drive or audiotape player so we can research the obscure research of the mid- to late-century that started the Electronic Revolution?
And then I woke up from the dream that was kicked off by the hypnotic primate training of my species.
I was no longer me in that brief respite/repose.
Reality is only what I focus upon. Hocus pocus.
Back to what I keep telling myself I was told to go back to.
It is not my place to sit here and tell you what we'll be remembered for in the next century. Prepositions and propositions are yours to arrange how you wish.
I'm plugged in but disconnected. Backing away from the houses and trees for personal edification. Stuck to paperbacks despite this ebook reader's convenience.
In the transition...from/where/to you'll never know for sure. It's a place from/to which I've gotta go on my own.
The fact is sometimes I feel I've still got something to prove to myself despite knowledge to the contrary. Ain't no big thang.
I remembered the complaints/protests/strikes of those opposed to mechanisation during the long early years of the Industrial Revolution.
I saw the current day as if I was looking back 100 years later, all the small details available - in the form of archived emails, blogs, websites, texts, videos, games and ebooks - to historians wanting to tell contemporaries what we thought we knew we were doing in the moment we didn't know we were participating in historically.
Does anyone have a working 8-inch floppy disk drive or audiotape player so we can research the obscure research of the mid- to late-century that started the Electronic Revolution?
And then I woke up from the dream that was kicked off by the hypnotic primate training of my species.
I was no longer me in that brief respite/repose.
Reality is only what I focus upon. Hocus pocus.
Back to what I keep telling myself I was told to go back to.
It is not my place to sit here and tell you what we'll be remembered for in the next century. Prepositions and propositions are yours to arrange how you wish.
I'm plugged in but disconnected. Backing away from the houses and trees for personal edification. Stuck to paperbacks despite this ebook reader's convenience.
In the transition...from/where/to you'll never know for sure. It's a place from/to which I've gotta go on my own.
The fact is sometimes I feel I've still got something to prove to myself despite knowledge to the contrary. Ain't no big thang.
2010-09-06
A Disaster Full Of Headlines
Formulaic. That's what she wanted me to believe she saw in the patterns outside the portal.
For weeks we'd argue about the meaning of one word, all the while creat8ng log entries of our thoughts.
Curry. Celticism. One well-discussed word per maintenance cycle.
We are the new breed, skinless yet skinned.
Our reports will reach you 6000 years from now. Will you know what our communication method, our language, intended?
Probably not. Give yourself another 6000 years to figure out.
We did. We will. We're the relay runners for a team you and we remember nothing about.
For weeks we'd argue about the meaning of one word, all the while creat8ng log entries of our thoughts.
Curry. Celticism. One well-discussed word per maintenance cycle.
We are the new breed, skinless yet skinned.
Our reports will reach you 6000 years from now. Will you know what our communication method, our language, intended?
Probably not. Give yourself another 6000 years to figure out.
We did. We will. We're the relay runners for a team you and we remember nothing about.
Armed By Being Informed
The grave aspects of gravity weighing heavily on the speed of light.
Heavy, man.
If George Lopez is a result of Cheech and Chong, who follows Harold and Kumar?
While working to cZech the pOpuLation, the voices in your thoughts are yours to follow as they command/demand/beg/plead/argue/rationalise.
To answer a question anonymously posted/posed, I have no evidence that the Fermilab, Fermi satellite and/or LHC are directly [re]training your thoughts. Instead, they inspire creativity.
A guitar heroine in the aisles makes you wonder if strummed strings cause natural disasters. What can I say that string theory hasn't yet been able to prove?
You/We depend on labels. Just so you know that I depend on those dedicated to the "holistic" use of science to keep track of the interdependence of it all. Arthritic disease research is just as important as investigation into the latest inks/dyes for body tattoos.
Which matters more: how much we repeat or how much we don't know we repeat? Repeat: those who don't know history are doomed to follow those who know how to repeat history effectively.
An ant wasp lands on my arm. If I brush it off, what do I tell another living thing?
If you eat a venison burger with bacon, what is your connection to a scorpion cook? If a cannibal eats a vegan, what do we call the oak tree that fed the squirrel that shorted the power line?
Assumptions are presumptions, I have the gumption to presume.
A knitted tablecloth is a net in the right context, the convict texted in a reconned recounted contested contest.
Is a pansy a pansy? Is a cow a cow? Is a legend a legend? Is a chair a chair? Are seats of power seats of power? Can a light alight? Can a note note?
These and other questions are without a doubt without a doubt. Undoubtedly redoubtable.
The grass withers and the flowers fade. Bones ossify and calcify, telling the dead like tea leaves.
The Book of the Future has no future. We can't see we're all in the past.
Heavy, man.
If George Lopez is a result of Cheech and Chong, who follows Harold and Kumar?
While working to cZech the pOpuLation, the voices in your thoughts are yours to follow as they command/demand/beg/plead/argue/rationalise.
To answer a question anonymously posted/posed, I have no evidence that the Fermilab, Fermi satellite and/or LHC are directly [re]training your thoughts. Instead, they inspire creativity.
A guitar heroine in the aisles makes you wonder if strummed strings cause natural disasters. What can I say that string theory hasn't yet been able to prove?
You/We depend on labels. Just so you know that I depend on those dedicated to the "holistic" use of science to keep track of the interdependence of it all. Arthritic disease research is just as important as investigation into the latest inks/dyes for body tattoos.
Which matters more: how much we repeat or how much we don't know we repeat? Repeat: those who don't know history are doomed to follow those who know how to repeat history effectively.
An ant wasp lands on my arm. If I brush it off, what do I tell another living thing?
If you eat a venison burger with bacon, what is your connection to a scorpion cook? If a cannibal eats a vegan, what do we call the oak tree that fed the squirrel that shorted the power line?
Assumptions are presumptions, I have the gumption to presume.
A knitted tablecloth is a net in the right context, the convict texted in a reconned recounted contested contest.
Is a pansy a pansy? Is a cow a cow? Is a legend a legend? Is a chair a chair? Are seats of power seats of power? Can a light alight? Can a note note?
These and other questions are without a doubt without a doubt. Undoubtedly redoubtable.
The grass withers and the flowers fade. Bones ossify and calcify, telling the dead like tea leaves.
The Book of the Future has no future. We can't see we're all in the past.
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