Bi Polar People

Life is not over until the last page is read. Like it or not someone wrote those words. Another's fiction or not, the words tell a story. And there are no happy endings. Alzheimer's and dementia are kind folk. Insanity sits you in a corner and makes you watch, listen and remember. Growing old is a bitch, the she dog of humanity who brings us into the world of male dogs who nip at our heels until the day we die. In the end, if your not an animal, you've become one.

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French Impressionist

                                        The Hill of Pots The sand, wind blown, nothing said for thousands of years, Nothing dead for thousands of years, but the word of Him, Who was, and is, and will be the sand tomorrow. How can man ignore this and His dead who are not dead. Who was once them and continues to be, ever changing like the dunes. Who comes back from the hill and gives us warmth. In my simple mind and tangled life I know Him. But He knows me better, and we laugh together. The sand changes and is the same. It is here. It is here and we are the spun powder, moving and changing too. But all at once, to form and uphold the work of Him. Broken vessels spill the Word and no one knows. Why shouldn't we laugh together, the sand and I? Verily, nothing matters even when the sand spills again and again. From today and from tomorrow we live on. We die to become Hi...

England is my wife, America my mistress. It is very good sometimes to get away from one's wife. Cedric Hardwicke

Location Charleston - on vacation

Joseph Haydn - Masses by American Bach Soloists

"And when it is said to them, `Believe as other people have believed,' they say, `Shall we believe as the fools have believed ?' Remember ! it is surely they that are the fools, but they do not know." THE HOLY QUR'AN This link for criticism of a president who follows Islam . Exodus: 80   The multitude of the children of Israel... offered first-fruits to the lord with a most ready and devout mind.

Do not drop your digital camera, or get it wet. The manufacturer is not responsible for accidents and will not fix it if negligence is suspected. Since this post a Coolpix now comes in a water proof, shock proof package. 

The little smoke pays a visit while a Boniva commercial appeared on the Tele. I told Sandy there is no such thing as calcium loss in women. The mineral simply redistributes itself to another location in the body. Over the years CA is collected and secreted by the vagina to form multiple rows of piranha like teeth - probably the reason why elderly women refuse to participate in sex. Medical text call it the Bobbit Syndrome. Trojan http://www.trojancondoms.com/Product/FreeSample.aspx condoms have developed a product made from a thin layer of Kevlar. Those protected in this fashion have not to this date reported the dreaded geriatric penis-ectomy.

In the snow, lights dance and shine In the glow, colors are clear and fine Snow falls down to cover Every shape makes wonder Anything in the way is wrapped In dreams from clouds were angels napped Sleepy eyes make form from time White crystals a restful rhyme Footprints in the snow Prophets pattern in the cover No one knows these feet from Thine Why they came and why they brother Born to lift the light on high Like a diamond in the sky From heaven they fall Now they gather On holy ground The Child is matter. Merry Christmas

There are only so many logical conclusions a person or a people can draw upon. Knowledge alone does not extend the possibilities, and we permutate to escape the obvious, Truth. When truth is evident then comes the obligation to create icons and laws that generations will hopefully uphold. In this idea religion, and culture are born. Sin became a necessity to test the hypothesis of man - to prove him both fool and victor, the explorer and valiant hero, who over the ages over and over again saves himself and his people. A mind run rampant can't know truth, only approximations there of. Occasional the light is seen, the eyes widen and a stab at the rational becomes momentary release from abandonment. This is the definition of mankind who has forgotten the rules laid down by countless ancient generations, who were set free from their own vanity, only to be reunited with self bondage and despair. Heroes, kings, presidents and popes are no less fallible When you live in the age of de...

A child, a tiny thing in blond banana curls and cut-off genes walks with her dad, or rather dad walks with his vivacious daughter. He is still wearing his fatigues and is a bit weary but a promise is never forgotten when your daughter asks… The carnival was one of those rent-a-rides put up by the local church to gather money for things like the leaky roof on a steeple that had seen better days and for food that would feed the many in a parish that was just as poor as its' parishioners. The brightest, loudest, fun thing in the parking lot was the carousel. Parked among the hawkers of fish bowls and stuffeded animals it twirled and howled a calliope of show tunes only those from the past would remember, but everyone still enjoyed the lively sounds. A tug or two on a pants leg sent father and child into the thick crowd of the curious. The event had invited many in this small town to do something different, or do something at all. It was just another reason to gather and chat with...

I have been taking pictures since I was twelve years old. My first camera was a 35mm Kodak 3c. We go way back together. It had a flip out lens with bellows. Depth of field was easy to adjust with this camera while maintaining good exposures – something today’s digital point and shot cameras overlook. If your camera has a manual setting you can blur the background while keeping the foreground in focus, just keep the lens wide open and adjust shutter speed to the correct exposure. The three preceding pictures are what I call strong images, because they may evoke strong emotions. This is the type of shot I look for. This is my eye’s personality. Usually such shots are deceptive. The drink in hand at thirty thousand feet is a coke, the bowl sitting on top of a wooden table is almost every kind of texture one can a capture in a single shot, otherwise it has no particular purpose, and the angel is really a manikin’s reflection in a storefront window. They all tell a story, are not the c...

My Angel 

No one knows 

O Solo Mio 

MS is not perfect, it gets attacked because it is the volksys - the people's operating system, a complex compilation of code that makes it easy for the every day person who doesn't want to do nothing more than print, work, play, or peruse the net. Of course this doesn't come about without a few paradigm shifts, like why aren't documents, email, music and pictures all the same stuff? One day we'll walk in any room like the movie "Alien" and voice the command, "Mother - what's for dinner, show me pictures of my grandchildren, read my email and play some Procol Harem." Not in our lifetime of course, but as we become more dependent on machines we become more like them and just as isolated and taken for granted. Eventually a culture will evolve with the machine as a distant infrastructure while we live our lives beyond the necessity of day to day personal maintenance. We will indeed have a perpetual mother that watches over us and provides the ne...

The quintessential music player is beyond definition because it’s more than a typical music player. Look for complete control over music files and their attributes, from play lists, to tags and editing to conversions and streams. In fact it will record streams to a hard disk for play back while not Internet connected. Only the beta version will accomplish all of the above. While this media player is absolutely free without nag screens look for the day when it will be a product fully functional and bug free as another Internet commodity, as it should be. Nobody does anything for nothing, unless they just be doing nothing and expecting just as much in return.

Wisdom comes with age, which means a person commits a sufficient number of errors and knows better. Of course the choice remains to live life foolishly and enjoy, or recede into ones own earned wisdom to become the quintessential bore. Thus blog was born and I like so many others share wisdom and folly for all the world to see and hopefully enjoy.

Then I grew up, I mean really up and occasionaly down. The title of this blog is not a joke. 

The rebel I was as a youth. 

Wow, now I can stop harrasing sibs and a single friend and publish that urge to write about almost anything while saying almost nothing. A blogging we will go...