Thursday, December 27, 2012

Niccolo Machiavelli - Poetry of Economics

  Niccolo 

Why Niccolo, do we weep? 
Your premise tyme, has vowed to keep, 
Our leader men, safe from harm, 
Their children wander, arm in arm.

In thought's absence, rules prevail, 
Mighty ships, set assail, 
While burning shores, the conquered land, 
'Tis no more, justice grand?
Therefore not, conscience suffice, 

Nations vain, take glory thrice, 
While leaders dead, and leaders gone, 
Perform the function, Avalon.

Amid innocence, all admit, 
With witless wonder, we do permit, 
Days of happiness, with no regret, 
Your premise 
tyme, 'tis well kept.

Commentary from a previous web presence - years ago.  
Do we walk the streets without clothing or not tell lies to make the daily fare more palatable? We all know the answer to these questions. What if, for some chance we spoke the truth, or what if others saw us as more than threads we carry? Would we then be able to walk the streets again? Sure we would. Walking is easy. To bare ourselves is something else. Fortunately the mirror of expectation we and others hold reflect nothing like the final outcome. No one knows what the images mean, especially how they fit together. On we go and puppet portions of our lives away to duty and desire, and no matter how badly or valiantly we succeed the outcome is usually the same.  It works. 

11/3/99
My wife refuses to take a shower with a visiting lizard.
She asks me to remove it. The anemic creature hops about and escapes into the bedroom. I have just performed another obligatory spousal act - like fathering children, earning a living and watching tv with friends.
 12/27/12    Today                                              
After years of these behaviors retirement is a reward nailed to the tree of life. 

                           11/16/99
                           My father was 80 years old yesterday.  Today we bury him.  The passing is life's     
                           greatest gift.  What a fitting present for a man who had everything -  because he earned it. 
                           Good bye dad. We love you.
   

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Did you buy a used Mac and can't get in?

This is not a hack.  Anyone can access your computer from anywhere if they know what they are doing.  Computers are not safe.  

Use this link to unlock a Mac computer with Snow Leopard: http://www.macyourself.com/2009/08/03/how-to-reset-your-mac-os-x-password-without-an-installer-disc/

Source: Mac Yourself

If you crack something and it does not break, then break it and put it back together again...


Sunday, December 09, 2012

From the ridiculous to the sublime, the mind traverses topics through thought that no one understands, not even the person who post pictures of apparent whimsy (excuse my self indulgence).

For those of you who have a genuine concern about the bipolar condition, no regrets here.  This is simply a place for thoughts to play.  Their mother lacking dearness is the chemical factory we call the brain. Alas it too has no particular purpose beyond social contract (do not break the law, moral, ethical, etc...).  Yes we are rule based from childhood.  Taught to respond in kind to all that may contact us in a way that is of some benefit to the larger equation, the unforeseen force, the reason for being... Know that there is a rainbow even though a physical illusion that is worth a moment of awe.  We are the sum total of all that impresses or disgust us should we allow attention to focus, duty to guide, security to sway- there is no end.  Only consequence except in a mind that does not mind.  Meet the manic depressive, bipolar person.  Yo, were the fuck have you been?


Saturday, December 08, 2012

Monday, December 03, 2012

A whiter shad of pale - and extremes.


SANTAHOOD IS COMING TO TOWN
a strange and wondrous tale
by charles mistretta




        ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY,
        I GRABBED MY BAG IN SUCH A FURY,
        WANTING TO PLEASE LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS.

        THOSE REINDEER GROANED, AND MUSED WITH RANCOR,
        THEN NEVER WAS HEARD, SUCH SNORTS OF BANTER,
        QUIVERING I FILLED MY SACK WITH TOYS.

        THE NIGHT SO FULL, ANTICIPATING,
        WONDROUS DONATIONS, COMMISERATING,
        DID I DESERVE THIS GIFT TO PLEASE?

        OLD BONES RACKED, WITH ARDOR SENSING,
        AN AWESOME RIDE AHEAD IN FENCING,
        MY CALLING NEVER ENDING, THIS NIGHT OF TEASE.

        THESE WORDS SO STUPEFYING, CONFUSING,
        FIEND REGRET, FOR THE LOSING,
        SO MUCH - SO FEW - HAS GOT TO BE A CRIME.

        THEN I, OH CHAMPION A GLEAMING,
        CONTRIBUTE MORE, MY SACK IS TEAMING,
        WITH TOYS FROM LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS.

        WHOSE LIVES NOW QUIETLY ESTEEMING,
        IN DESTITUTION THEY ARE GLEANING,
        FROM MY SIMPLE ACTS OF PEASANT JOY.

        I THE SANTA, TOYS FOR TAKING,
        DESIRE CHARITY, RELISH RAKING,
        NEW CHILDRENS' EYES WILL GLISTEN EVER MORE.