Six and Seven Eighths, please

   Was reading how this Hindu deity got all his heads. Seems he was a regular fella contemplating mankinds needs and while trying to grasp how to address all of them from one place – KaPop! – his head splits into sections.    Problem.

   A deity sees this predicament and supplies a head for each section. Problem solved (and dude deified).

   I identify with all this from having a variety of viewpoints emanating from one…err, place? (Oh, the old ‘what am I’ gag, eh? Get on with it, will ya-folks got You Tube vids to surf. It ain’t all about-…   O.K.  O.K.  I get it.)

   Allright-long story to short post. The crazy label kept sliding off me. Got stepped on so many times I couldn’t tell it apart from all the other trash that wouldn’t stick.

   With this bit of Hindi wisdom I see I ain’t the only guy to deal with the effects of expanded consciousness. Also see there is a workable way of living with it.

 

 

 

   Gonna need a few more hats, though.

Interview

Okay, Mr. Pierce- tell me a little about yourself.

Sure. Love to. What  area would you like covered?

Show me how you would interact with other people in a hypothetical situation.

Oh, sure. That’s easy. Suppose I’m driving my wife to work in the morn like I usually do at 5:50 a.m.

Yes?

And we stop at a red light. A guy tire iron smashes her window to precipitate grabbing her for car jack leverage.

Uhh, yes?

Well- and funny you should ask ’cause I was just discussing this with my wife this morning.

Uhhuh?

O.K. I showed her how to put her thumb on her ear. Push the little bump part into the hole and hold it in there.

Interesting.

Then, while holding it in, put the palm and fingers over the cheek and eye. Here, see what I mean?

Yes, I see.

Then I asked her to do it with both hands at the same time.

Because?

Because while the BM- that’s Bad Man- the BM is trying to open her door and grab her I will have cross drawn a Snubbie, straightened out my forearm across her upraised forearms and pulled the trigger as many times as I can access my target or 5. Whichever comes first.

Oh!

The flash and stray debris from projectiles won’t injure her protected eyes and the bangs won’t hurt her ears when she is in the ready position.

My goodness!

You see, sir, I love my wife and her safety is a responsibility I respond to with the best of my abilities. Oh, and I got the idea of creating this position from reading on the net about porting a 2 inch barrel. Guy points out that the flame comin’ from the port holes if y’all use .357 Magnum full house loads, you know-factory stuff, will burn off your loved one’s face while the noise is rupturing  eardrums.

Do you have this, this porting?

Naw- that’s just stuff I read about on the net. Sometimes it’s Poetry. Sometimes it’s- well, I just like reading. Gives me ideas I can put into use.

Yes. Well. Yes. I see.

Alright. I think I’ve heard enough. We would like to start you out on the shake machine. It has three buttons. Strawberry. Chocolate. And, of course, Vanilla. After some time- when you have learned that operation- you can move up to the fry basket position. Then- there is the top job. Burger Maker.

Does all of this sound like what you are looking for?

 

Boy, does it ever!

How soon can I start?

It’s Monday

I’m standing in the shower…showering

In a corner I see a spider movin’ through the air

Must be walkin’ a web

My wife washes the shower every weekend

Where did this fellow come from?

Now I know my wife doesn’t fancy li’l critters

I know I can off this one

Good for her, don’t know how the critter evaluates that p.o.a. (plan of action)

But maybe she won’t notice the arachnid

Maybe the webslinger will hide when she’s about

I finish up while contemplating all this

Sure, the spider may bite her-that would suck, huh?

Look, this “Live and Let Live” routine cannot be practiced without an element of risk.

Moral?  Who needs a moral. This is action.

Persistence

You’ve got to believe in yourself

You’ve got to believe in what you are doing

All else is folly and a practice best left to fools

Example: I wanted to change the avatar that I managed to get to appear a year ago. Back then it was a great achievment for I had just found my way to the Internet ( no not under a rock, in a shed, under an old Harley).

So now I find a photo in a magazine that I think looks like me. Mail it from Florida to California to a guy that gets it to a girl that was in Oregon last I heard. She scans it and sends it to me via email. I get it and can’t get it to go up at W.P. or another site I gleefully pollute. I keep trying. Nothin’ . I mean days of hours of trying using a loaned laptop at the library (they have free net access). Nothin’. One day I am there and this girl/guy combo who are new in town need some info. They’re askin’ me. This means they are desperate (you ain’t seen me, trust me, no one’s that brave-I prove it in public daily). After I do my level best to help (I’m really just a cupcake wrapped in porcupine prickers) I ask the babe (dude was off doin’ who cares what) if she can help me wit dis li’l issue. Takes her less than 5 minutes to put up pic on both (we think) sites. They’re gone, I’m groovin’. Next day I realize it ain’t changed at this site. W.T.F.? So I read everything I can find about doin’ it and see something about clearin’ my ‘cache’. Cache? To me cache is a stash of bang stuff in the bush.   But I dig what they mean here. So I start lookin’ for some ‘cache’ title or button. Nothin’. But I have blog blurbed about my determination to make this avatar change happen and someone who saw me dance this dance the first time reads it and offers assistance. I learn how to cache clear but don’t wanna risk wipin’ out laptop owner info inadvertently. So I fall back. Rest. Regroup. Time goes by and I give it another go. Nothin’.

I ain’t gonna keep goin’ on with how many times I tried. Eventually I was usin’ various photos that I identified with. Today one of them showed up.

Voila’! 

And thanks to B. and 1W.G. and D. and T. and me.

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.