On being oblivious
We were walking on a trail in Anchorage last week, the day before returning. We were looking for moose, said to habituate the area. Not so, not that morning anyway. As we walked the grandson and I were tossing handfuls of elderberries at one another, my objective with my stenosis-limited arm to land them somehow in the hood of his sweatshirt. There was a time when I had a good strong arm for throwing things, even if inaccurately, as my old softball team members would attest.
I was not doing so well at this improvised contest. When we arrived at the car I found that surreptitiously the boy (and my wife) had been loading up the hood of my rain jacket with elderberries. And I was oblivious to it all.
The thing about being oblivious is that I don’t know, cannot know things that others around me know. Maybe I am the butt of a joke, and that’s OK. I have a good sense of humor and do not take myself too seriously,. The elderberry event was simply more evidence that things are slipping away from me. So be it.
A blog with diminishing returns
There is a certain commenter, nameless but well known here, who loves to load up the comments here with his music preferences. “Get your own goddamned blog”, I think. But he won’t. It takes time to build up a blog and develop a following. He would rather just hitch on here to this blog and its diminishing returns.
Yes, diminishing returns. I have to remember as I write that the world is no longer attentive to the written word. More and more blogs are given over the podcasts, and I am not going that direction. I would have to line up interesting guests and do preparation, and even as I listen to myself on recent interviews done by others, I question my own value – am I interesting? My voice sounds old to me. I try to be interesting and topical, but just as that grandpa with a hood full of elderberries, I am oblivious to so many things. The word “oblivious” describes a situation that does not heal itself. Things are slipping from my grip.
The Killing of the King, Duck and Cover
That’s part of being 72 years old. I recently played a song that was popular in 1962, not because I liked it or thought anyone else would remember it, but only because it was such strong evidence that John F. Kennedy was being lionized in public media even while in office, getting ready for a recitation of the Killing of the King ritual. Major changes in our society were planned. It was no coincidence that but 80 days later, on February 4. 1964, the Beatles would appear on Ed Sullivan, and all of the contrived nonsense around them that followed took hold. Hair styles, manner of dress, fake and infiltrated protests movements to a contrived war, and ultimately a permanent rift between children and parents and a society that no one from 1962 would recognize in 1975.
That rift exists today. I see it with kids and their Air Pods completely shut out the world, controlled by music that is a tribal beat that has long, long lost my interest, which is why I quickly delete the music given to us by the man who wants to control the comments here. Kids in school are absorbed into the propaganda system, immersed, and placed beyond reach of ordinary sentient adults (diminishing in number). Schools fill their heads with mumbo jumbo, with enough math and “science” to make them somewhat useful in filling slots. They are given practice drills, which were in my day called “air raid” and are now called school shooting drills. School staffs completely buy into this bullshit, as brainwashed as their charges.
In my day it was “duck and cover”, to avoid nuclear annihilation by hiding under our desks. Even then we would joke “Duck and cover and kiss your ass good bye.” Protected from a nuclear holocaust by a wooden desk? Only a young child could believe such a fairy tale.
The purpose of the drills, then and now, is to frighten the children so as to make them ripe for brainwashing. And there is not a damned thing I can do about it. There were no nukes, and there’s never been a school shooter, not a real one anyway. That’s all contrived. The schools and music and media own the kids. The rest of us can only watch.
Suggest topics! Write them too!
This happens every time I sit down to write. My fingers go off in directions that my mind did not intend. My intention was this: Suggest Topics! This blog can adapt.
Better yet, write about those topics yourself, send it to me, and I will publish it. That’s all I ever did with Stephers, and she used the opportunity, developed her writing skills and developed her own style and following. Her piece on the color magenta, which hit me right square in my oblivion, was by far the most widely read piece this past month, generating twice the number anything I write produces. Fine by me, by the way.
There are things I can do, things I cannot, and when I say “cannot,” I mean just that. People talk about magenta, bots, artificial intelligence, and I am left out in the cold. They say we are going that way, that I am being taken that way without my knowledge, and that I need to put a stop to it. (!), I should add that “!” as the message I receive is emphatic.
So yes, I used Siri in Alaska to move about, and it did a good job for me. In the process, no spirals developed in my eyes. Back in the 90s, we had maps and plotted our courses, one of us guiding the other as we drove. Same result, and no eye spirals then either.
Climate Change hoax: Why?
I read, think (critically I hope), and have developed a world view that I like to think of as my own. Where once years ago I thought Global Warming (later Climate Change) was a real thing brought to us by real scientists, I now realize it is a massive hoax, and the only question to answer is why. I have ideas, but they need development. It would help if anyone else tried to explain the why as well, without regard to colors and bots. Real and sentient people need to understand.
How did I come to understand that it was a hoax? Reading. I read the Climategate emails, and it became apparent to me. (Click on “Climategate” over in the blogroll for a PDF and shortened version, and see where your perceptions take you.)
Right now, as we speak, India and China are moving forward with development, creating wealth and infrastructure using fossil fuels. If there is going to be innovation in our energy grid, which has to happen someday, it will come from those places. They may be as brainwashed as the rest of us, but out of their numbers come many real scientists, unlike the fake ones who dominate our society. There will be fresh ideas.
Fresh ideas ahead of us
What are these fresh ideas? I do not know. I ain’t that bright or prescient. I just know what it ain’t, and that is solar and wind.
I was part of a class in college, God only knows what subject, and we were asked to volunteer information on big changes that were in store for us. I raised my hand and said that I had seen something about a thing called a “CD” and that that might possibly be the future of music. (Did I mention that I am 72?) Indeed, CD’s took hold and the music business was revolutionized. Then came … never mind. You know better than I what came next, then years down the road.
The people who are attempting to force changes on us, substituting solar and wind for fossil, are … whats the word … hmm, oh yeah, oblivious. For the most part they have no idea of the massive harm and damages they are going to inflict on us. A few of them, nameless, faceless gnomes guarding caves, know what is up, and what they have in mind for us is extremely harmful and malicious.
But these gnomes own the news media and the wall-to-wall propaganda that spouts therefrom. Their power is unrelenting lies spouting forth from unrelenting liars. I cannot defeat that. I can only keep hold of my own mind and ideas, and avoid magenta I suppose. I still know how to think for myself, after all. So I imagine.
Koonin and Dessler to lock horns
This reminds me, however, of two people who are going to debate each other in the very near future: Steven Koonin and Andrew Dessler. I’ve written about both, Koonin here, Dessler here. I regard Dessler as either a paid liar or a stupid apparatchik. But giving lie to that notion is the idea that he is willing to debate on a public forum. Apparatchiks do not do that, never granting an audience to their enemies. Dessler is acting out of the norm.
Anyway, I will bring that debate to us here when I can. It is scheduled for August 15, 2022 in Manhattan, and, I am told, will be available for public viewing a week later.
A musical foray into the power of bass instruments
I sat down here to write about the MTV-sponsored series called Yellowstone, starring Kevin Costner. See how my fingers distract? Another day. That series is rich in symbolism and its own brand of lies, and is frankly senseless on many fronts. It reminds me, if of anything, Game of Thrones.
Here’s the intro to Yellowstone:
Here is the opening music to Game of Thrones:
Notice anything in common? Yes, doubles bases. Check out at marker 1:08 in this six-minute presentation of the instruments of orchestration to see what I am talking about. Coincidence? Probably. Someone charged with writing the music had a My Sweet Lord/He’s so Fine moment. Oops, there I go again being 72, obscure reference.
Have a nice Sunday.