Perspective: Let's start with a small example of what the future is not about......For those who lost loved ones in Benghazi. I empathize with your lose. Now, suck it and shut up. 50,000 Americans died in Vietnam. Another half million Vietnam Veterans have died after shortened lives. We were spit on, betrayed, ignored. Soldiers die, no one gave a shit about ours from Nam. Go talk to the 100,0000 mothers and father just from that war. Tell them what makes you so special? My friends died for about $200 a month. Were not your brave Americans paid a bit more? You want justice? Don't push too far lest you obtain what you want but don't know what it is.You think your angst and pain exceeds all of ours inclusive of all the deaths up till now, enough so you want to piss on those your kin sought to protect. Maybe.....it is all about you after all is not? I've called these out to bring home the point. It certainly is not about you and yours. It is about ours, all of ours and you are part of us unless you decline the invitation.
Earth is about to vomit big time on our little species. The small minded, those with inflated self importance, those who believe god has made them a special deal, will be among the first to die. Survival will mean being together. Not isolated little groups but civilized united peoples. Those that can not think that way, can not be tolerated. Yes, that's the way to survival. Socialism, welfare, sharing, equity, justice, fairness for everyone....of course we could do it the warlord way...many may even try...fascism and control...might work....fascism however is never about you...it is always about them....
The economy has already failed....The unfettered Capitalism of my lifetime....isn't working....how do we all live in what ever we imagine the future to be...again together or not at all... when need only half of us for work... how does the other half live....what do they do? Again the solution must be one that keeps us together.
We face a world of technology, of robots, of drones, of cyborgs, of replicators that will make what we need and even things we desire. While at the same time, much if not most of the world will perish because they could not adapt or migrate. That will the the Great Paradox our children will live with. Who will be saved? Those that would save others.
I'm not a prophet, just an analyst. A geographer, a generalist, a man who puts three dimensional puzzles together in his mind is who I am. None of this is hard to see. But our natural enemies will be those that don't, whether it be for religious, political, ideological reason we can not suffer their dividing us. America is tolerant and should be, but will have to narrow the tolerance against those that will seek that it be all about them.
Meanwhile, for it will take its time in coming, we need us to prepare to encounter the advancing changes. Good people will tell you we can stop it. We can not. Good people will tell how to work to slow it down. It is already far to late to do that.
The Great Change, The Great Paradox, The Crunch...face them together or forfeit your seed. IT IS NOT ABOUT YOU.
Throughout the course of all great religions that man has devise, echoes one principle love your neighbor like you would your family, make no one a stranger, do nothing to anyone you would not tolerate being done to you. this is the way forward into the future. That is, it is, if we want a future.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Wolf to Woofs : Speaking of Dogs
Speaking of dogs, I know you weren't but I was. Learned something while researching the New Guinea Singing Dog. Back in 1967 when I and two of my buddies were hiking along the Asmara Plateau in what is now Eritrea we came across two animals that we decided were fox. Well they weren't, they were Ethiopian Wolves. In 2015 those are very rare and difficult to find in the wild. I may have a picture of it from back then, but I will have to dig though a very unorganized pile of old B&W negatives.
Monday, October 12, 2015
I KNOW A SECRET THAT NEEDS TO BE RECORDE SOMEWHERE
Several years ago I had an office window overlooking the North end of the State Capitol grounds. There, were trees donated to OKC from the people of Iowa commemorating the victims of the Oklahoma City bombings. One day, probably after 5 p.m., I watched a crew dig a hole at the base of that tree memorial, place a square concrete vault in the ground and then in the vault place a large case with a plaque on the lid and they close the vault and cover it with dirt and then sod. There were no marking place there about what was below. After the bombing there were literally thousands of small pieces of human remains that could not be identified because of contamination that preclude DNA testing. I believe that is their burial site.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
MY WORK SHOP/STUDIO/PSUEDO STORE FROM A FEW YEARS AGO
This is a pictorial blog from two years ago showing my workshop/studio on the outside and my baggage cart turned covered work table. As you can see they are depositories of treasures and junk that have not made their way into "projects" that were planned to be accomplished. Of course as many will claim even finish projects may be considered junk as well. Most of the stuff is now well covered in dust and leaves and other such stuff. Soon all will need to be dispersed and disposed of I would think. So this is a just for the record type exhibit.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Everybody Knows The Capitan Lied
Holland America
http://www.hollandamerica.com/main/Main.action
We started with Holland America because of our Travel Agent. I was 66 at the time and Holland America has a lot of old farts that sail on it. Like your first love the first trip was exciting and wonderful. We assumed that they would alway deliver that level of service and behavior. Within 3 months we took a longer voyage through the Panama Canal from San Diego to Ft. Lauderdale and back. I was excited that we would look for whales at the Magdalena Sanctuary. It was the end of October. Although clearly on the trip itinerary the Captain said there weren't any whales there, way to early for them, so we would skip the sanctuary on this trip. That was going down, coming back we skipped it again with no comment.
Then there was the holland America ground trip where we didn't go down the Yukon River as promised for a day. Not told until the day before.
Then there was the Boston to Quebec and return when we were not let on the boat for 6 hours after we should have boarded. the Capatain said the were slow getting into Boston because blather blather blather. I had already googled the ship and found from the CDC it was under quarantine until the two dozen sick people embarked and was completely cleaned. So were were short about 20 staff which made service really not so good, and the Captain told shit tales everyday about the problems. The crux of the crap was they skip our cruise day in the Saguenay-St. Lawrence Marine Park where the resident Beluga lived and gave us an "extra day" in Quebec which was misery.
I won't go through the 42 day disappointment across the Atlantic to the Mediterranean which was majorly closed for the winter.
So I took my two sons and daughter in law on a Alaskan cruise that was a total loss compared to what it should have been...
Now these are the shit things that happened. Sixty percent of all these trip were really good. Ten percent were excellent. But one out of three times they fucked up somehow. Seriously that is way too much for the cost of the time. So...so..
Not sure I'll do so much of the Holland America stuff
any more. Maybe If I treat it as a way to go from A to B, I'll go...vacation cruises,Naw, probably not.
http://www.hollandamerica.com/main/Main.action
We started with Holland America because of our Travel Agent. I was 66 at the time and Holland America has a lot of old farts that sail on it. Like your first love the first trip was exciting and wonderful. We assumed that they would alway deliver that level of service and behavior. Within 3 months we took a longer voyage through the Panama Canal from San Diego to Ft. Lauderdale and back. I was excited that we would look for whales at the Magdalena Sanctuary. It was the end of October. Although clearly on the trip itinerary the Captain said there weren't any whales there, way to early for them, so we would skip the sanctuary on this trip. That was going down, coming back we skipped it again with no comment.
Then there was the holland America ground trip where we didn't go down the Yukon River as promised for a day. Not told until the day before.
Then there was the Boston to Quebec and return when we were not let on the boat for 6 hours after we should have boarded. the Capatain said the were slow getting into Boston because blather blather blather. I had already googled the ship and found from the CDC it was under quarantine until the two dozen sick people embarked and was completely cleaned. So were were short about 20 staff which made service really not so good, and the Captain told shit tales everyday about the problems. The crux of the crap was they skip our cruise day in the Saguenay-St. Lawrence Marine Park where the resident Beluga lived and gave us an "extra day" in Quebec which was misery.
I won't go through the 42 day disappointment across the Atlantic to the Mediterranean which was majorly closed for the winter.
So I took my two sons and daughter in law on a Alaskan cruise that was a total loss compared to what it should have been...
Now these are the shit things that happened. Sixty percent of all these trip were really good. Ten percent were excellent. But one out of three times they fucked up somehow. Seriously that is way too much for the cost of the time. So...so..
Not sure I'll do so much of the Holland America stuff
any more. Maybe If I treat it as a way to go from A to B, I'll go...vacation cruises,Naw, probably not.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Ah Ha....For The Love God...That's Whats Happening?
This will be a long post in which I will post addendum as my life proceeds. Ha, assuming my life proceeds. I had a dream once where I could barely walk and I was crossing the street at an intersection and a young blond girl in a red sports car runs over and kills me. Very real dream. I was on the sidewalk watching it all while experiencing it at the same time. Then of course I woke up. This dream was in the 1980's and at the time I couldn't understand why I couldn't get out of the woman's way. Now in 2015 at 70 years old I completely understand.
Dreams of course are not prophetic in any way. I also had a super realistic dream once in the 1970's that I was 135 years old at a birthday party for me. That would be, of course, to be a seeming contradiction. No, you are wrong, if I were 135, that would be 65 years from now and all cars as we know cars will not exist and/or be diverless. So, yes, it is a contradiction.
Geeze
Peripheral neuropathy refers to the conditions that result when nerves that carry messages to and from the brain and spinal cord from and to the rest of the body are damaged or diseased.
Dreams of course are not prophetic in any way. I also had a super realistic dream once in the 1970's that I was 135 years old at a birthday party for me. That would be, of course, to be a seeming contradiction. No, you are wrong, if I were 135, that would be 65 years from now and all cars as we know cars will not exist and/or be diverless. So, yes, it is a contradiction.
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| So this is what I looked like in 1992, I was 225 pounds and could walk for quite a ways, but not more than a mile at a time. In 1982 I walked 3 miles at noon every day and weighed 212 lbs. (According to entries into my "Life Book".)
So what it this all about. It is about WAR. It is about Corporate Greed. It is about Betrayal. It is about the medical world. It is about growing old. It is about sub-lethal diseases. It is about the results of lies upon lies. It is about the effects of unintended consequences (not actually a redundant concept). It is about Life's little defugalties. It will be a letter to others with the same disease and those who obtained it from the same source, and for those who do not know they have it and are judging themselves harshly based on their weakness and behaviors.
Reasons this may never 1. be posted 2. be finished 3. make any sense 4. soundly flaky
is that it causes pain to write about it, mental pain, heartache, and hate, lots of hate.
The Specific Subject: Peripheral Neuropathy
What is it?
Where does it come form.
How there is a lot of Ignorance about it at all levels.
It is not about how to cure it.
It is not how to reverse it.
It is not how mitigate it.
It is not how to escape it or live with it.
It is what has and will happen to me as a person with the condition, disease, or what ever it is. This may be of use to other suffers, their friends and family, as well as to my my own.
I will attempt not to be the Goddess of Gloom or the Prophet of Doom.
Outline to be filled in as we go...
RVN
Poisons
PTSD the source and the birth of the name
RVN the warriors
The VA and the Military/Industrial/Political Not-So Complex
The Betrayals
CONCLUSIONS—This study suggests that background exposure to organochlorine pesticides may be associated with higher risk of peripheral neuropathic complications among those with glucose abnormalities, even beyond the influence of diabetes itself.
http://diabetes.diabetesjournals.org/content/57/11/3108.short
Since Nam the other Wars
The lies and suppressions
The Diseases
The Dead Commarads
Sneaky Sneaky Peripheral Neuropathy
Source : http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/
peripheralneuropathy/detail_peripheralneuropathy.
htm#282063208
Dissolution by Deconstruction
Next I am told that PN is the source of my "weakness". That I have exercise intolerance....that is my heart pumps blood at a standard rate even when I work my muscles in activities such as walking. My efforts to do things more or less or limited in scope and time out sooner.
logged 9/27/2015 I had been retired about a year and had spent several hours. Working in my studio-store-workshop move junk around and such nothing heavy mind you. I lifted a box to put up an high shelf and I couldn't do it. I had done the same thing minutes before without any trouble. Another time after picking pecans off the ground I started walking to the house and wham-bam I felt like I'm treading through molasses, it was just so much effort to walk. Countless example of the phenomena occurred more and more frequently. My doctor didn't ignore it exactly,she consigned it to the non-life-threatening category. April 2015, someone finally told me what it was and why it was there. I had a one speed heart. It didn't speed up and it didn't slow down in response to exercise or other stimulus. If I worked the muscles too hard they would burn all of the oxygen available and it was not being replace sufficiently by having the heart speed up. Also when asleep it did not slow down. This was an effect of peripheral neuropathy. It is call Exercise Intolerance, it can not be reversed, and it is progressive. The root cause they say is being a diabetic. I had been slowing down for more than 15 years and now I was down to walking a few hundred feet. Their solution was a motorized wheel chair. I'll call it my putt-putt. They delayed providing it for six months and then they tell me after 13 mouths of use it is mine. Exercise Intolerance cause mobility impairment. I knew that already. Words and terms and stuff: xenobiotic is a foreign chemical substance found within an organism that is not normally naturally produced by or expected to be present within that organism. It can also cover substances which are present in much higher concentrations than are usual. Adipose tissue is one of the main types of connective tissue. 
Persistent Organic Pollutants (POPs) are chemical substances that persist in the environment, bioaccumulate through the food web, and pose a risk of causing adverse effects to human health and the environment.
In my case these are Agent Orange = Dioxin and Agent Blue = Arsenic
Addendum.... 9/28/2015
http://www.military.com/military-report/more-ships-added-to-agent-orange-exposure-list.html?ESRC=mr0928.nl
The toxins do not go away they live forever. Airplanes and ships spray with or carrying the materials are still toxic to those who serve on them. You will notice the Navy and Air Force know this. VA and Congress, not so much.
9/29/15
It is sitting in the dinning room. It is waiting for me to do something. But I know that if I do, I will never be able to give it up. It will become a necessity. It will become a constant companion. It will dictate where and how I can go places. It will seduce me with its technology. What if I just let the damn thing sit there and never touch it? Who would care. Hell who would know. It is sitting there, a point of no return disguised as a motorized wheelchair. They call it the Jazzy Elite HD (for Heavy Duty). Jazzy, can you believe they named it Jazzy? What are we WWII vets or something....I'm humming "Oh Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me" in my head as I look at it. The should call it the Feds "Grateful Dead Machine". After spending almost six months having two doctors persuade them that you have lack of mobility, they take six months to deliver. They do a rental to purchase contract for 13 months, and then it is yours. before that it reverts back to the Feds. They are betting you die before the whole two years are up or are bed fast and can't use it. ( Maybe it should be called the "Lay Laddie Lay" Machine). Thus it is in my house now....waiting....I have not
 9/30/15 Blog Comments
So since this I have learned to get it outside and ride it around. It does allow me to do lots of stuff i haven't done for several years. I am happy to have it, even it it doesn't work in the house. Now, how to transport it?
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So now I'm reading that the toxins actually start their work as soon as you are exposed and continue the messing with nerves, synapses, brain, until you die? So when i date some of my major symptom back 25 years, that's not when PN started messing with me. That was 47 years ago. Humm, when did they decide that PN existed?
Below are FB post about the fall that directed my doctors to the current diagnosis. It often takes one thing to uncover another.
Mortality...time lines.
“Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead," said Scrooge. "But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change.” ― Charles Dickens The first picture is of manatees. The second picture is 60 seconds latter. |
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