Not much will be coming from me over the next week or ten days, but I did throw together some assorted odds and ends below.
Stay safe. Be well. Be smart. Be brave, all of us.
Mullis here is talking about surfing and the 17th century, very interesting. He then talks about how he invented the PCR machine, and did so by not listening to authority figures, instead relying on himself. Most importantly, at 19:40 he talks about the nature of scientific research and how it was co-opted by money after WWII. Better yet, at 21:40, he completely blows climate change out of the water. Well worth a listen.
Even as he does this, the Wikipedia banner is laced across the page as follows:
They cannot let an opportunity to spew their propaganda go by.
I don’t much truck at TED TALKS, especially since seeing lifetime actor Sue Klebold go on there about her (fictitious) son, Dylan, one of the two Columbine ghosts who supposedly shot up the place in 1999. But, below the fold here, is one of the most useful TED Talks I’ve ever seen. Decide for yourself. It is 3:00 minutes.
Continue reading “Kary Mullis at Teds, how to tie a shoe, and a squirrel saga”
Perhaps we’ve all experienced this: A conversation is going on, embedded in which is every lie being told today, that there are viruses, that they are out to get us, that people are dying of “Covid” (rather than obesity, poor nutrition, environmental pollution, etc.), and that vaccines can save us. If we say anything contrary, we are not met with derision or disagreement, but rather with what appears to me to be an eye-dart. It’s not a weapon or something fired at us, but rather a brief eye movement that signals lack of comprehension. People are so deeply brainwashed that the things we know and give voice to simply do not register. It is as if our mouths are moving but no sound emerges. There is not a lack of courtesy or ill will (in most cases), but rather a total lack of ability to understand what is transpiring.
I read once, though I have no reason to accept it as true, that the original Native Americans, coming upon European sailing vessels for the first time, could not see them. The reason is that they had never seen anything like them before, had no frame of reference, and so in their minds filled in water and sky where the vessels sat. That is where we sit with people brainwashed by both Covid and Climate psyops and all the others before.
Continue reading “Living among good and caring automatons”
By: Guest Writer Cranky Yanky
I recently embarked on a mission to discover some “new” music, or better stated, music that is “new to me.” Since I am quickly approaching the age of 60, I have now been listening to a lot of the same music for several decades, whether voluntarily or not, and quite frankly, I’ve had enough! Thankfully, technology now affords us access to almost all recorded music, so I decided to explore this extensive “virtual” record collection for possible hidden gems. What follows is my “music mining” process:
- My search began in 1964, so I went to the Wikipedia page called “1964 in Music.” There it lists all the notable album releases for that year month by month. I then clicked on each musical act of interest which took me to their corresponding Wikipedia page. Once there, I pulled up the musician’s discography and downloaded all studio albums released during that decade (avoiding live releases or compilations and I also excluded music genres that I know I do not enjoy – Jazz, Country, and Progressive Rock.)
- After downloading all of the 1960s releases from several musical acts, I then began to listen to EVERY song using what I call the 30-second rule. By “30-second rule” I mean that I gave each track “up to” 30 seconds to capture my interest and/or not bore me. I immediately skipped any “hit” or familiar songs. (I also avoided “bonus” tracks like demos and alternate versions.)
- All songs that survived my 30-second rule were then placed into a playlist to weed out the weaklings. The “survivors” now comprise the song lists that I will be enjoying for my remaining time in this earthly realm.
Continue reading “The Musical Industrial Complex: A closer look”
Glen Campbell (1936-2017) was, in my view, one of the best natural musicians that I have ever encountered, probably the best guitar player. As you will note if you watch the interview above with Bob Costas, he also was a very charming, natural, and funny man. (It took Costas a few minutes to see what Campbell was really saying about his acting in the movie True Grit that earned John Wayne his best actor gig. He was subtly suggesting that he was so bad that he made Wayne look very good.)
Continue reading “On the lighter side … weekend fun”
Home is a place where I am at ease. Like most people, I enjoy company, conversation, playing cards. The pitter-patter of a card game, the things we say while focused on something else are far more interesting than things we plan to say to others. I am most at “home” when with others and absorbed in something else, as with bird watching. Things pass through my mind, and sometimes I give voice, as one day with a group down on Platte River when I repeated the words of a song … out of the blue: “Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my own way, to be
true to you free.”
“Where did that come from?”, I was asked. I quickly consulted my phone to find I was quoting a song by Leonard Cohen, but why?
Continue reading “Where is home?”
See Addendum at the end of this post.
I am spending more time in the Internet age with comedians, and far less with serious people – you know, thinkers, hacks, non-listeners. The latter, most people, are especially annoying. I can see in the darting eyes no point in trying to engage in serious conversation with most everyone I know face-to-face. They are only lightly engaged in real life.
On our recent vacation, I attempted to engage my grandsons in some serious reflection, telling them that Climate Change is not real, that there is no need to fear any “virus,” but teachers and media have such a hold on them that they are trapped. I do hope in the coming years as they mature that they come to appreciate that one person attempted to tell them the truth, while every other person in their lives, some knowingly but most not, lied to them. Life is absurd, I hope they come to realize.
Media, i.e. TV, YouTube, Facebook and the like … I’ve virtually blocked it out of my life. We have a Samsung TV on our wall, and it sits blackened 23 hours a day, that one remaining hour devoted to a search for wholesome entertainment. We did find it in a British TV series, Call the Midwife, set in London in the 1950s and 60s. It has profound appeal to me as its central characters in part are Anglican nuns of the Order of St. John the Divine. I was taught by Dominican nuns in my formative years, and the portrayal in Midwife is so profound and accurate concerning the quality if these wonderful women.
Continue reading “The serious matter of being silly”
“There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity.” (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
Aggressive stupidity: “Stupidity that flaunts ignorance and seeks out opportunities to go toe-to-toe with real knowledge is another story altogether, being at once dismaying and frightening.” (Donald Weick, American Thinker)
This post, I hope when it is done, will qualify as a rant. In my life I have traveled in most circles, from conservative Republican (birth family) to liberal Democrat (the bounce – once I realized that conservative Republicans had it wrong, I assumed liberal Democrats had it right – you might say I was stupid), to Naderite Green and back to “conservative” without the R. On that journey the worst and most thoroughly annoying people I have met are liberal Democrats. Their brains have been shrink-wrapped and function without adequate oxygen. Let me give an example:
Continue reading “Aggressive stupidity”
“I piss on you all, from a considerable height.” (Louis-Ferdinand Celine)
The photo to the left is of one of the hardest walks we ever did, somewhere in Italy. It is not that it is a great distance or steep climb – most of us could accomplish this and recover quickly. The problem was this: I placed an orange arrow at the very top of the mountain we had to ascend. Though hard to see, it is Rifugio Lagazuoi, seen above. It is a mountain hotel, where we would be staying in that night. We could see it, and over the entire walk that followed, it never left our sight. It also never seemed to get bigger. This is what made the hike so difficult, a psychological sense that we were not making any progress.
As the photo to the right indicates, we did eventually make it to our destination.
I wish at the outset here to separate myself from men and women who climb mountains. Maybe in another life I will deal with ropes and gadgets designed to suspend people at high altitude, as from the Half Dome or North Face. I have climbed, that is, jumped from rock to rock on minor hills and mountains, pulling myself up, losing fingernails, and I must say it was invigorating. Now, at age 71, I stay on trails. I have never used a rope, helmet, harness in any “mountain climbing” sense, and a carabiner only to suspend a water bottle from my belt or bird feeder from a wire on our property. You magnificent people who do that, go away. This is not written for you, who might echo Monseur Celine above about our efforts.
Continue reading ““… from a considerable height.””
Steve Kelly and I had a chance to get together for dinner with our families this past week. We were in the area, staying at Chico Hot Springs, so Steve and company came over from Bozeman to join us. It was a wide-ranging two-plus hour affair, the wait staff too polite to remind us to move to a different venue. We discussed many things. One of them was Stephers, from our perspective, extremely bright, young and diligent. Her posts are bringing in a new audience, something I think of as a “happy problem.” Something else I’ve noticed, her posts have a much longer shelf life than mine.
I cannot write for that audience. As I told Steve, new feet do tend to step on old hands. He and I are the same age, and each bring a different perspective to this blog.
Continue reading “The future of the blog”
… don’t you think the joker laughs at you? (John Lennon’s songwriting ghosts)
“I would rather have questions that cannot be answered than answers that cannot be questioned.” (Richard Feynman)
7/4/2021 – We are in Yellowstone National Park with our two grandsons, having a very good time. We did not know what to expect, where we would be. In the past we would stay at Pebble Creek Campground, maybe eight miles into the park from the Silvergate entrance. All of the 27 sites were FCFS, that is, first come, first serve. We would look over the board and see what sites were coming available, and arrive at 5:00 AM the following morning to be first in line.
Continue reading “Expert texpert, choking smoker …”