How the Hell do ya title something like this?

There was a man

who had a blog

and Bindo was his name,

oh-

B I N D O         B I N D O           B I N D O

and Bindo was his name, yo.

Querytine

  What is it with this swine flu- I keep trying to get a grasp on the facts. They slip away from me like greased pigs. I make a pit stop to catch the news. As the meat of the matter begins to fall in place it suddenly sprouts wings- flies away. I tell ya this taile seems to have more twists than a corkscrew. But I’m gonna stick with it. Someone’s gonna squeal. Even if it’s just to save their own bacon.

’70s Biker Mentality in the new Millenium

   Sittin’ here in the 80 year old, 2 room wood shack that sags alongside a dirt alley. Some would call this a cottage. My wife and I call it home.

   Monday morn in November’s beginning. Full moon. Near 9:oo am. Wife at work. No work for me. None tomorrow, either. Just half days on Wed., Thurs. and Friday.

   My boss lost his mind by April. I lost my job. By May’s end a few accounts decided to keep me as their pool man. Not complainin’, mind you.

   Only a hundred dollars in debt and four hundred short of this month’s rent. Expect to cover all that when I collect for last month’s service.

   Later for that. Right now I’m gonna take a bowl of cereal into the other room, lay on the bed and watch a video.

   Pace yerself, Nick. 57 years of life, use what you’ve learned.

   Chew slow.

you title it, if you choose to

Want wants what it wants

but even more than that

Want wants to want

 

Why would want want to want this way?

Want don’t ask why

Why asks why

 

Why does why ask why?

Why do you want to know?

Maybe  ’cause Want wants what it wants

WOW

   Saw how the pres. says he ain’t gonna be rushed into decidin’ if he’s gonna send 40,000 more people to war. Googled Afghan History. Alexander got his butt kicked big time there. They kept bluing the word ‘martyr’ in the text. Googled that and got history on the term. Turns out the R.C.s don’t have a lock on the meaning. Lookin’ at all the faiths and their way of employin’ the term. Wow. And at the bottom of the list is the Ba Hai belief system. Met some of these people in Cal. back in 1970. They gave me a place to stay. Nice folks. Now I see that the faith started in Persia. Then the Shah gives up some control of Iran and the Moslem leaders go after them. Egypt outlaws ‘em. Lotsa killin’ of these people. But they don’t see martyrdom as dying. They see it as giving this life to bringing peace into mankind. Hmmm. Look at more Ba Hai stuff. Seals and Croft? Yep. After reading about how their music careers went (yeah, like I was really hopin’ to be able to do that before I hit senility) I get to how they joined. Then how their music has Ba Hai messages in it. Wow.

So what I see here is another aspect of the interconnectedness of everything, I suppose.

Now I gotta go back and see how Al gets himself out of the hills.

Wonder if B.O. goes through hoops like this on his way to figgerin’ stuff out?

Oh yeah, even the Afghan women were in the fightin’ to defend their homeland against the invaders.

When the guy said to Sam “You’re a hard man, Connagher”, Mr. Elliot responded “It’s a hard country.”

Light

   Tunnel Vision- don’t want that. When you carry constantly it will develop. You start consciously looking for the fire lanes, working the scenarios. Soon enough it becomes reflex. Unconscious. Good and not.

   How to mitigate? Leave it at home for an outing. Unload it. Lock it. Lock it up.

   Now you are free. Free to see empty hand response opportunities. Uhhh, you did get training in something Japanese/ Chinese/ Korean/ Jewish (hey, don’t laugh, that Krav Maga stuff can bring a world of hurt) before you picked up Iron, right? If you answer “No” stop reading and go get a Gi. What? You’re over 65 and in a wheelchair? Perfect. I’ve seen a paraplegic roller take down 2 guys. The teeth marks looked fearsome.

   O.K. Dum de dum- Time passes- you’re back, eh? O.K.

   Now start lookin’ around as you sit in an eatery. Metal spoons, butter knives, forks-way too obvious, Kato. Hot coffee, full sugar shakers, pepper (ya gotta love pepper). What are the chairs/ stools made of ? Sturdy? Heavy? Can you handle one? Ever seen a guy work the cat with a cane chair and whip?

   Read up on how the Huns used to mess with the Roman Legions. The Romans found it less irksome to martial spirit in their troops to simply pay the pony guerrillas not to come a raidin’.

   What is  the point ?

   Self protection isn’t a matter of caliber. It’s a mind set.  A life style choice.

   You don’t need to be dangerous. Loving and a bit scared work just fine.

SANTI DEVA: BODHICARYAVATARA 5.25

And those who have no mental vigilance,

Though they may hear the teachings, ponder them or meditate,

with minds like water seeping from a leaking jug,

Their learning will not settle in their memories

 

 

I’ve entered into a new relationship with my mind

Past days I would try to control it (unworkable plan)

by

granting all it’s desires (always wanted more)

conning it (turned out to be just as clever)

terrorize it with various substances and ideas

(it would just hide, re emerge when I tired)

finally

I saw I would never subdue or lose it.

Indomitable and Loyal.

It personifies two qualities I admire

So now we agree that while I continue to deal with activity of a past, present, and future nature

and

don’t go out of my way

to aggravate it

 

It will enjoy the ride

seated in sort of a mental gyroscope

remaining level

as

events attempt to upset me.

Events that provide  grist for the mill of experience.

 

Ever seen how a clam makes a pearl?

A grain of sand enters and is continually coated

with secretions to assuage the irritation.

Voila!   Pearl.

 

 

Ever seen a Dragon with a spherical object in hand?

 

Drift can become navigation if you set the rudder a right, sailor.

INTERNET SHOPPER

Mauve silk stockings unrolled up to mid thigh

White elastic and lace garters, depending from crochet patterned belt, button fastened to their tops

Faded Violet, sateen fabric, eyepatch underwear, layered on next

Coal Black, high shine, poke me-please, 9 inch heels wrapped and strapped-tight

Wonder Bra, pale pink, filled with room temperature water and adjusted just right

Street Walker Red, satin Merry Widow corset/bustier, cinch laced with all my might

 

Ahhh-there-now I feel much better

Bring on the night

 

 

What’s that?  Foot falls at the door?!

Key in lock!

 

Wife’s home early

Just time to grab a robe and teeter to the toilet. Careful not to twist an ankle.

 

I’m in here, dear. Gonna take a shower.

(wish she’d give me a call when her work schedule gets changed)

 

 

 

“God is a comedian playing to an audience afraid to laugh”

Voltaire

Today

Been burnin’ down my blog over the past month. It was beyond 300 posts. Think I’m at a hundred and something, now. Just read one of them. “What are the chances”.

Man, it’s a good thing I stay low and keep moving. It’s the only way those guys in white suits with butterfly nets continue missing me, I’m sure.

There was a Chinese poet (Li Po?) who would write stuff, fold it into a paper boat, set it on a stream and light it. Looked nice floating off into the dark, ablaze.

Pushin’ “delete” will have to do for me.

*sigh*

Huh?

I would like to rant, cry, curse and snivel about what I’ve been going through in my efforts to change gravatar. But that ain’t me. I will keep pushing buttons and listening to words in my mind. Words I learned as a sailor. Not talkin’ port and starboard here, kiddies. I will get it to happen eventually.

What I notice recently is how much crap others seem to garner in the reply section of their blogs. One person turned off the comment function. Another has just had someone ask his playmate to take it outside (in  byte fight world that is the e mail area, it seems).

I write on a site that shut down then came back up as invitation only. Part of the reason was the owners tired of pulling posters apart. 

Man!  This sort of shit don’t go on in the 3D world where I am. I can only wonder if these smack talkers are bone breakers. That ain’t meant to be a taunt. I take any sort of threat to my or my wife’s well being into very serious consideration.  “I’m sorry” or “I didn’t mean to” really don’t mean much to someone who is on the deck watchin’ crimson bubbles come out as they try to breathe.

Maybe I am missing the point and this is all internet playacting. That’s cool.

But until such time that is established with the same definiteness as a fresh holed target 6 feet down range I will continue to practice politeness to the best of my ability.

Like the masked man said “Control the conflict before it erupts”.

 

I’m goin’ back to tryin’ to get my pic to come up. And it’s a goddamn shame I only know one language. Startin’ to run out of cuss combinations.

That sort of thing could really piss a guy off, ya know?