Day three: Geneva

imageFinally over jet lag, feeling rested. I really like it here in Geneva even despite the ungodly heat. We took a tram up a few thousand feet over the city yesterday to get a view and hoping to cool down. It was as hot up there as down here.

We did not realize up there that we were in France until we read the signs. Crossing borders here is like crossing state lines in the U.S.

We had dinner last night lakeside. The fountain above is Jet D’eau, and has been on constantly since we arrived. It is a trademark of Geneva, part of the landscape. The photo was taken with a Samsung Galaxy, and needs to be cropped. It does take sharp images, but is hard to zoom.

My own camera is a Nikon Cool Pix, but I cannot at this time move photos from there to this device, as this iPad does not trust the little adaptor that holds the camera card. I use a non-Apple adaptor to convert from the old wide slot to the smaller one on newer devices.

I speak fluent Apple. They want more money.

In the shot above, the full moon was an added bonus, and protruding above the landscape on the right is Mount Blanc, the highest peak on the continent. (It is still illuminated by the sun late in the day.) We hiked about half of the circuit around it several years ago, the beginning of my love affair with this place. It’s a hundred miles around in total, we did about did about fifty I suppose, staying in huts and hotels in the towns around the base. The entire circuit would have taken over a week, and we wanted to see other places too, so we limited that part of our trip to a half-circuit.

There is an annual run around Mt. Blanc, the entire circuit. That’s for the truly ambitious, like my son and his soon-to-be-wife. They run marathons and stuff, and I do not understand them. That doesn’t make any sense!

Yesterday, walking a short distance after taking a tram up Mount Saleve,  my legs were tired and I wondered how in the hell we are going to do our Dolomite hike, thirty steep miles over three days. But the legs come around. There we will be several thousand feet higher, and the heat will not be as oppressive. There will come a day when we have to rest on memories, so we have to make them.

The photo below was taken by our daughter with her iPhone, and seems unremarkable except that the lower part of the light in the center of the monument is the full moon. There was about a six-minute period that the shot was available from our table. I did not bring the Cool Pix to dinner last night, but would have liked to try to capture that event. I forgot the strap and don’t like carrying it in my hand.

Little things. I suppose I should buy an Apple or Nikon camera strap, complete with logo. What are they – like $250?
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Day two: Geneva

imageIt is 4:30 am here (8:30 pm Denver). We decided to spend a few days in Geneva to  spend time with our daughter, who works here. It is a good time to relax and acclimate. She could not get much time off, but has been generous with the time she has.

Last night she took us to a local wine and cheese gathering a short walk away. It was crowded, and the average age was probably 30. She navigates easily. She stood in line to get us our wine glasses and a bottle of Swiss sauvignon blanc. We then wandered around until we found some clear space, she set the bottle on the ground after the pour, saying this is how you do it. We stood and chatted for a long time until space opened up on a short retaining wall nearby.

I decided to dive in, broach the language barrier, and so found a cheese table, and by adroit pointing managed to secure two excellent samples, one sloppy like a sauce, the other hard and coated with delicious herbs and spices. I do not know their names. I then went to a bread booth and said “baguette!” However, it turned out to be brittle and hard to eat, so I went back and again by use of pointing finger, got something more chewable.

We were going to go out for dinner, but had our fill of bread and cheese. After maybe ninety minutes, daughter introduced us to one of her friends, and we left them to enjoy the rest of their evening.

We are staying in a small apartment we got via Airbnb.com, a great way to travel. It is a sixth story flat that has three rooms and a small balcony. There is no view to speak of, ergo the photo above. Lodging is very expensive in this city, so people make the most of small spaces. This place, owned by a single woman, is lovely and has everything we need, and no microwave.

Our daughter’s work takes her to various places – without getting into specifics, she taught us last night about the Geneva Accords and how they came about. Geneva itself was taken over by Napoleonic France in another century, but achieved independence after that and has become a center for international organizations. The UN has a substantial plaza here. The dominant language is French,

The altitude is about 1,200 feet even as it sits at the base of the Alps and Jura. Lake Geneva flows “back” into the Rhone at the outlet, meaning the headwaters are further up. If there is a climate of comparison in my limited experience, it would be the low-lying areas of Northwestern Montana, mountainous but brutally hot in the summer, and offering a great growing climate. The Swiss wine industry, small compared to other areas, is centered here.

Today we are on our own and so will purchase a transportation pass and see as much of the city as we can. We will jump off a twenty-foot bridge and into the lake later on today. After hitting the water, we drift down the lake to a place where we get out, get a glass of wine, and wander back for another jump. This will be the extent of our physical challenges this beautiful day.

Day one: Geneva

Our flight was uneventful, Denver to Washington to Geneva. I have gotten used to the long overseas flights, so times goes fast. We had but one bit of unpleasantness – a woman behind was was a non-stop talker. Even as the lights were dimmed and people had their blind folds and head phones on, she rattled on. I turned my music up and could still hear her voice, so decided I would do everyone a favor. I turned to her, one aisle over and behind me, gently placed my hand on her knee, and gave her the “shhhh.” I tried not to be obnoxious or overly assertive. She looked at me like I had a booger.

It reminded me, and this is oddly enough true: Non-stop talkers usually do not know they talk as much as they do. She rattled on for a while longer, and then stopped, I think. I did fall asleep.

It is easy to travel in Europe – their cities and towns are well-suited for buses and trains. Here in Geneva we will spend ten francs (about $10) for a pass that gets us on all local trains, buses, and boats over the lake to the other part of the city for the whole day.

But we’re tired today – I am going to take a short nap and then try to stay up until nine or ten this evening (Denver is eight hours behind us). I hope to be over the time difference tomorrow morning. We are here to visit a daughter, so that we won’t be hiking, but swimming is appealing – Lake Geneva is very inviting. It is in the 90’s here, so water in the shallows is very comfortable.

Something I have noticed about European cities … well several things. The people are attractive – mixed races and all, deep rich black to Swedish pale, but all thin and fit. Restaurant portions are small here. People eat less. Liquor is available everywhere, but people buy single cans of beer rather than six or twelve. Wine is inexpensive and very good. They are not so uptight about booze as in the states, where even I get carded by the overzealous behavior police. No doubt there are people here who drink too much, but if there is a problem, it is hidden from view.

And police are rare. I am yet to see a cop car. There were no swinging night sticks at the airport. The U.S. over the years, due to agitprop and fear, has developed into a police state. It is not unusual in Denver to see three or four cop cars arresting one person. As Ferguson learned, if there is potential for civil uprising, the cops are militarized.

Maybe they are just kept out it sight here, but I do not see police anywhere.

Authentic frontier gibberish

We are off tomorrow on yet another journey of a lifetime. We have to do it while we can. This time we are off to Geneva, Zermatt, the Dolomites, Ljubljana, Florence, Cinque Terre, and finally Milan. It’s a return visit to Florence for us. That place, with its history and culture, is a magnet.

Once one the ground we’ll be using our favorite forms of transportation – our feet, and the amazing European train system.

I’ll probably be writing throughout. I don’t sleep a whole lot compared to other mortals and have time in the early morning for this purpose.
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This blog, more than anything, is my personal journal. I’ve been asked why I do not simply write and keep it under wraps, like a diary. I don’t get that at all. I have had to change my name to a nom de plume recently, as there are some nasty people out there. But understand, that has nothing to do with other bloggers or commenters, all of whom have good manners mostly, or just somewhat, like me.

Paul Marshall is my “porn name,” our middle name coupled with the street we were born on. If you were born on a numbered street, it’s a little more difficult, but do try it on your own … it usually sounds porny. I don’t know why.

My writings here go back to 2006, and the changes in my outlook during that time are a trip on a vine over a chasm – hoping like hell for a safe landing. Just asking a question leads to a whole new outlook. I know all about security in moderate views, how hiding from exposure to ugly truths leads to a more stable existence. However, once the question was asked, I was on the vine. The destination is no safer than a return journey.

I now have the ability to go back and review my own thoughts from 2006 to now, not knowing then where I was headed. I cringe at times, but am forgiving. It’s a journey.

Perhaps the greatest movie I have seen in my time was the Godfather, Part 2. But the best was Blazing Saddles, Mel Brooks’ masterpiece. Below is a scene encapsulating American politics. (Important back story for the viewer: the town is Rock Ridge, somewhere in the west. The townspeople are frightened by evildoers. Everyone in town shares the last name “Johnson,” and all of the Johnson’s support and agree all the other Johnson’s. There’s an ice cream store in the middle of the town with a large sign that says “Howard Johnson’s – One Flavor”.)

[Sorry about the ad, but this is The United States America, where advertisers are free to interrupt any gathering at any time for any purpose. Hell, they even get to target kids!]

And now for something completely different …

Clifsnickers-fun-size-candy-bars-127643-wWe usually keep a Clif bar on our kitchen counter, and I grab a nibble several times during the day. I do not like them, but we don’t keep other candies around, so that’s what it has to be. I live by house rules.

If you put a Clif Bar on a shelf and let it just sit there, it might eventually go good on you.

So I was asked yesterday to pick up some Clif Bars at the grocery store. I could not find them in the candy section. A clerk pointed me to another aisle where Clif Bars are sold under a sign that reads “Health and Nutrition.” Yikes!

Clif Bars are just a not-very-good candy. My favorite candy is Snickers. Let’s do a side-by-side comparison:

CandyFat and sodium are non-issues. Dietary fat, no matter the source (animal or vegetable) is good for us. Sodium, for some people who are at risk, can be a bad thing, but salt has largely been decriminalized. Protein, like fat, is harmless, essential to our bodies. It is abundant, found in all meats, some vegetables, and fricking tofu.

The key here is “carbs,” or carbohydrates. Carbs from sugar, which are “simple,” are the main culprits in the American diet. Candy, soda pop and fruit juices are the main delivery vehicles.  But “complex” carbs, found in bread and pasta, pizza and french fries, are equally bad for us. Our bodies take longer to digest complex carbs, but in the end they are just another form of sugar.

Overloading on carbs, as Americans tend to do,  causes our bodies to produce a hormone called insulin. It is insulin that is makes Americans gain weight. It signals the body to store body fat rather than letting it (stated delicately) pass through.

The Clif Bar, an inedible hunk of complex and simple carbs, has more protein than a Snickers Bar, which is what makes it so disgusting. It also has non-digestible fiber, in current vogue thought to be good, but not. These two ingredients allow the makers of Clif Bars to pretend that their product is not just a bad form of candy.

The Snickers bar is an honest treat, tasty, satisfying the craving for sweets, and loading our system with sugar. It does not pretend to be good for us. We need to be moderate about eating Snickers Bars. (They are especially tempting in bit-size pieces, as we tend to eat more that way. Marketers know that too.)

The Clif Bar loads our system with sugar, but by moving it from the candy aisle to a different part of the store, the advertisers changed our perceptions. It is just a tasteless disgusting candy bar, but one found in the backpack of every hiker.

Ah, marketers, you fooled us yet again.

Rethinking the 2000 coup d’état

In the post below regarding the 2000 election I wrote

The 2000 election: Al Gore won, so that the ascension of George W. Bush was yet another coup. I have no regard for Al Gore, and so don’t imagine the policy differences that resulted from Bush holding office over him mattered much, but I stand to be educated.

In other words, there were no history-changing differences between the two aristocrats that were involved in the 2000 coup. Had President Al Gore been aboard Air Force One that day has it flew at low altitude around the country without fighter jet protection, having been given an ultimatum complete with nuclear launch codes to demonstrate the power behind it, he too would have capitulated.

But the coup plotters had apparently been planning 9/11 since at least 1997, so getting their team into office was probably seen as essential to get the right people in position to pull it off. There had to be moles in place throughout the military and in various civilian agencies for the plot to succeed as it did.

Would they have been able to pull it off without having captured the presidency in 2000? I do not know, of course. But I suspect, given that they went so far as to threaten the Supreme Court into making one of the most embarrassing and baseless rulings in American history to get Bush in power, they thought it mattered.

I do not for a second think that George W. Bush was trusted with any information surrounding 9/11. He was a deer in the headlights. Cheney? Perhaps. But this is the United States of America. We do not investigate these crimes, and so will not know for many years to come the manipulations behind that event.

If ever.

It’s merely evidence

Below is a satellite photo of the seas and coastline of New York and Canada on 9/11/2001. The inset shows Manhattan. See the smoke dust trail from the World Trade Center.
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Below is the pathway of a hurricane Erin, shown above, in the days up to and after 9/11/2001. It remained stationary during the events of that day.
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Below is an NBC weather forecast on 9/11/2001, as shown on TV screens even as the hurricane was present. image

Finally, below are graphs from various reading stations in Alaska of fluctuations in the earth’s magnetic fields on 9/11/2001. Note the small blip at about 12:45 UT (8:45 EDT), and then a large and ongoing disruption at 14:00 UT (10:00 AM EDT) on that day. These blips coincide with the “planes” hitting the first tower, and then WTC2 turning to dust, and continue until WTC7 disappears that afternoon. Apparently, in addition to “planes” hitting the buildings, we also witnessed a magnetic event.

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A fella can’t make this stuff up.

Adult literacy in the United States

Here’s a conundrum: The National Assessment of Adult Literacy is a complex document with a large body of information from which one can draw inferences and conclusions. It concludes that only 13% of American college graduates (in 2003) “can perform complex and challenging literacy activities.”

Among those activities would be the ability to understand the National Assessment of Adult Literacy. In other words, only 13% of the public is capable of understanding that only 13% of the public is capable of understanding the assessment.

I am going to draw some inferences about that in the post that appears below this one. I wanted to keep this post short, as I know full well that if an entire post does not appear on the screen when someone clicks on this site, readership falls off dramatically. Longer posts are like homework assignments.

I don’t fancy that people should read what I write. That’s a narcissistic notion. Rather, I simply know that if I write beyond a few short paragraphs, people don’t read. That’s all.

Literacy inferences regarding “conspiracy theories”

These attitudes you have adopted – I know they comfort you. You are indifferent and incurious about the important events of our times. You are smug about it, thinking yourself wise to be so. But I must advise you that from a distance your attitude is indistinguishable from stupidity.

Such is the nature of our society that people actually capable of critical thought are stigmatized as being the dumber ones, perhaps even suffering mental illness.

The phrase “conspiracy theorist” originated in the bowels of the CIA in the late 1960’s in response to a large part of the population not believing the official story of the murder of John F. Kennedy. The phrase itself is a PSYOP, or …

“[a] planned operation to convey selected information and indicators to audiences to influence their emotions, motives, objective reasoning, and ultimately the behavior of governments, organizations, groups, and individuals.”

We are governed by PSYOPS. If you, the reader, automatically assume that “conspiracy theorists” are wrong and dumb and mentally deficient, you’ve been successfully gamed. You are the victim of a PSYOP.

We are all tested from birth. The school systems is designed to survey the herd and pick out the ones capable of certain tasks – soldiers, workers, bureaucrats. The culling process does not seek “intelligence*” so much as useful abilities. Based on testing we are routed to various occupations even as we imagine we self-select our careers.

The idea that our schooling system teaches us critical thinking skills is absurd. That is not why it is there. If tasked to do so, it could perform that service. In fact, exclusive schools used to train our privileged youth do indeed teach these skills. But the leadership class does not want a general public capable of critical thought. Quite the opposite. Those of us who survive schooling and who do indeed learn to use our minds in a critical fashion are set aside for derision and abuse.

It may appear that I am engaged in contradiction, at once saying that the public is not capable of drawing correct inferences from information, and at the same time that the majority of the public does indeed disbelieve the official story regards the JFK hit.

It is true that a majority of the public does not buy the official story. It is also true that majority of the public, even knowing the official story to be false, does not grasp the staggering implications that naturally follow.

As a result, while knowledge of a lie is widespread, the implications of that lie are bottled up, and we go on with business as usual. We suffer the same fools in our political class, unaware of the real power that stands behind them pulling their strings. We endure criminal activities on a massive scale pulled off in broad daylight by our military class. We suffer from advertising and psychological manipulation from the business world. And we allow the news media to keep it all bottled up by means of distraction.

To those of us who grasped the significance of the murder of JFK, it appears that the task of the overlords has gotten easier. Events like 9/11, Boston and most recently Charlotte are pulled off with frightening ease. Cover stories around 9/11, for instance, don’t withstand five seconds critical examination and yet stand unchallenged by the majority of the public.

The red stuff is called “Tempera”

Reading is key, of course, not to be told what to think, but to gather raw data and make critical connections. There’s never enough, and we never know all we should know, perhaps jumping to conclusions based on inadequate data.

With the Boston false flag operation, for example, it is easy to see from photographs that the injuries were fake and the participants mere actors, but wait a minute! WHY do we have access to such high quality photography? Why was it not bottled up at the source? Surely those who pulled of this operation were able to keep control of the images. That was the whole point!

tramps2There is a famous photograph of three ‘tramps” being led from Dealey Plaza by a fake cop on 11/22/63. Two are suspected to be E. Howard Hunt and Charles Harrington, Woody’s dad, a professional hit man. But wait a minute … agents of various stripes monitored everyone in the Plaza that day, and every available photograph was confiscated. Most never saw light of day. Yet we have that set of photos, clear and concise, taken by a professional photographer, and released to the public. Why?

It has to do with intelligence – private researchers have uncovered a tremendous body of data, enough to draw conclusion about the who and why of that day. But there exist smarter people, drawn from our best schools and trained in deceit on a high level. So the class of curious citizens, those capable of dealing with the complexities of the major events of our times, are systematically diddled by people of even higher intelligence. The photographs are real enough, but the inferences deliberately misleading.

No way out, you say? Hall of mirrors? Puzzle palace? Perhaps. What else to do with our lives – stop thinking? That is not an option.
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*I have seen a list which appears to be to be comprehensive detailing nine types of intelligence. Our testing regime focuses only on three, logical-mathematical, linguistic, and spatial.

A day with talk radio

I had quite a bit of driving to do yesterday, and so wandered the dial on local radio. There seem but a couple of venues left in Denver beyond Christian and music – right-wing talk, and financial talk.

Right-wing talk radio is merely a “look here not there” distraction vehicle. Hosts I listened to are chanting in unison that Obama made a huge blunder in negotiation an arms deal with Iran.  We don’t even know the specifics of that deal, but so what. The radio hosts are merely chumming the waters for sake of political agitation. It keeps listeners married to the two-party system.

If there is a left-wing talk radio circuit around (not in Denver), it serves the same purpose, keeping people focused on bad old Republicans, ignoring really bad old Democrats. Radio is the ideal agitprop forum, and beyond advertising, serves no other purpose.

Please don’t misunderstand – not everyone is wrong about everything on those outlets – it just doesn’t matter. Limbaugh, for instance, talks about how too-easy-to-get student loans are driving up tuition costs. He’s right about that, as I see it, and probably about a lot of stuff. All of these hosts have good points here and there, whether I think they are right or wrong. (I don’t understand everything either.) But their purpose is not to inform, but rather to agitate the audience, to keep them focused on message. Nothing more.

Financial talk is about people with money problems receiving good advice from the various hosts, Clark Howard probably the best. What is most interesting is the low level of financial savvy among callers, how easily they are picked off by hucksters of all stripes. Then, because they don’t read what they sign, they find themselves trapped by a contract.

One caller, for instance, had racked up $45,000 in credit card debt, and wants to get a better deal from the credit card companies. The host rightly informed her that since the companies have her right where they want her, they are not about to negotiate a better deal for her. She walked into her situation with eyes wide shut.

There are several schools of thought on why the American public is both politically and financially illiterate. One is that the schools don’t teach critical thinking skills or basic financial math (as in “annuities,” the beating heart of all finance).

I don’t know about that. I assume that if they do teach it, the kids ain’t learning it. The purpose of Prussian-style mandatory public education is to produce soldiers for the military, workers for the factories, and bureaucrats for the government. Thinking skills are not required for any of that.

Another school of thought was expressed by Alexis de Tocqueville as he toured America in the early 1800s:

When a workman is unceasingly and exclusively engaged in the fabrication of one thing, he ultimately does his work with singular dexterity; but at the same time he loses the general faculty of applying his mind to the direction of the work. He every day becomes more adroit and less industrious; so that it may be said of him, that in proportion as the workman improves the man is degraded. (Democracy in America, 1835)

In other words, we work too hard at our jobs, and not enough on our minds.
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PS: Obviously, if kid were taught about annuities in high school, the student loan program would dry up.