Curiosity killed the cat, but the rat lived
Lived and thrived in underland
Garbage heaps stinking and foul
Makes for good foraging
Undisturbed by most normals
Feeding goes undetected and unchecked
Large black and beady eyed
They feed in the night
Yet a rodent fair carries vermin as well
Jumping and rocking fleas
Making beds in furry flirtations
Rats live beyond the poison made to melt their inners
Adapted and adjusted
They run along the wall so as not to be seen
They survive holding hands with the cockroach ~ Arachne ~ August 30, 2007 @ 6:51 p.m. EST
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Charged
Imagine if you will putting new batteries in a device and the device going dead on you within two or three days. Using the law of probability (specifically when the device is a wireless mouse and keyboard), chances are the devices would have more life within them based on the new electric life it was given. Average life of devices with new charge would be at least a month and perhaps more than three. Let's say, however, that the individual utilizing said device(s) requires vast amounts of energy so much so that it drains the devices of their capacity.
Now let's say that the individual can feel like a charged field (as is had when a balloon is rubbed on carpet or someone's hair). You can feel the field of charge as it holds a position of space AROUND the balloon.
This charge can occur within a human without having to electrically charge themselves via static. If another can feel the POSITION, then you have done it. Note that your hair will raise where the energy is felt. You can feel electric and others will feel you as well. This is not bullshit. ~ Arachne ~ August 30, 2007 @ 4:46 a.m. EST
Now let's say that the individual can feel like a charged field (as is had when a balloon is rubbed on carpet or someone's hair). You can feel the field of charge as it holds a position of space AROUND the balloon.
This charge can occur within a human without having to electrically charge themselves via static. If another can feel the POSITION, then you have done it. Note that your hair will raise where the energy is felt. You can feel electric and others will feel you as well. This is not bullshit. ~ Arachne ~ August 30, 2007 @ 4:46 a.m. EST
Energy Majestic
Energy majestic
Allows for free flow feelings and ideas
Nothing is shut out
All is open
Waiting...wondering...exploring
Being explored
Looking at today, yesterday, and tomorrow with wide eyes
Absorbing all that is, was, and will be
Seeing possibilities
The possible can be done with correct thinking
On levels not so oft used
This is magick
Away from that which is generated electric
Connecting to that which is natural
Freeform electric
Let the collision occur
In the end, something is born
E=MC2
Mass does not equate to solidity
What is solid?
Energy is something we all have
Even if you are a blade of grass
Juxtapose the positions...NAY overlap E and M
Then perhaps WE can travel faster than the speed of light
Without need for ships
The horizon is not limited to a 180 degree view with a stationary head
The stations that we can see are but a fraction
Of what really is
This plane is plain
Cast me off to where the faerie roams
Waters clear, clean, and disheveled only by stone
Tree rulers without lines do not indicate size in centimeters or inches
Hollow themselves for habitat
The wild ones speak when spoken to
Alas, someone has thought to speak out
Reach out
They are there
Have you found out how to get there yet? ~ Arachne ~ Thursday, August 30, 2007 @ 4:18 a.m. EST
Allows for free flow feelings and ideas
Nothing is shut out
All is open
Waiting...wondering...exploring
Being explored
Looking at today, yesterday, and tomorrow with wide eyes
Absorbing all that is, was, and will be
Seeing possibilities
The possible can be done with correct thinking
On levels not so oft used
This is magick
Away from that which is generated electric
Connecting to that which is natural
Freeform electric
Let the collision occur
In the end, something is born
E=MC2
Mass does not equate to solidity
What is solid?
Energy is something we all have
Even if you are a blade of grass
Juxtapose the positions...NAY overlap E and M
Then perhaps WE can travel faster than the speed of light
Without need for ships
The horizon is not limited to a 180 degree view with a stationary head
The stations that we can see are but a fraction
Of what really is
This plane is plain
Cast me off to where the faerie roams
Waters clear, clean, and disheveled only by stone
Tree rulers without lines do not indicate size in centimeters or inches
Hollow themselves for habitat
The wild ones speak when spoken to
Alas, someone has thought to speak out
Reach out
They are there
Have you found out how to get there yet? ~ Arachne ~ Thursday, August 30, 2007 @ 4:18 a.m. EST
Thursday, August 23, 2007
August 23, 2007
Smiles of all shapes, colors, and ages came together for the last summer of festivities in Coney Island. Memories were heard as voices spoke to their children in the telling of how things used to be, how things are now, and what things are to come.
There was harmony in the street and on the rides as we saw each other as friend and fellow. Saying goodbye to a landmark is always difficult, but it does seem that condos and expensive theme parks are more important. Not that the locals can afford either.
It is sad that some of the workers who have been working in Astroland for 10+ years will no longer have a job. Where do the displaced go? Where will the poor and lower middle class take their children for cheap entertainment?
Patricia, an 8 year-old Hispanic girl, who looked much like my daughter did as a child spoke quite frankly in stating that "Bush is a bad man." If an 8 year-old can see it... She was not asked what she thought of Bush. Her statement was voluntary.
Manhattan proved to be a media center. What I mean by that is that everywhere I looked, there were TVs aimed at my head spewing useless information. Cabs have TVs that you can watch such as NEWS, but if you want more, just pop in your credit card into the machine located in the rear of the front bench seat and you can plug into "COW EYE" land. Hell, most people walk with cell phones glued to their heads anyway. I find it fucked.
Notes: A street vendor told me that in order to get a peddler's license, you have to have served in the military or you will be placed at the end of the list. He also asked me if I knew the sea level of Binghamton, New York. Perhaps he sees something coming as well. It was discussed. We hugged and left residue of ourselves on each other.
Two soldiers were standing not too far from where that bogus leftover cross with draping that was supposedly found under the rubble of the towers after the PULL was placed. As I passed, I decided to stop and question them. Who do you serve? "We protect the people." However, they did say that they do not serve their government as they don't believe that their government is always right. Well, at least they know that much, but I do see brainwashing here. Too bad they don't see that the people need protection from their government. This war serves no purpose.
While in Coney Island, I ran past a recruiting center flipping a peace sign. The soldier within did a double take of my action. I believe my action was justified. BTW, the rich neighborhoods don't have recruiting centers (as far as I could see). However, the low/middle income neighborhoods do. Perhaps the rich kid will head on out to the local hood to join up. Yeah right. See the world, gain experience, and get your college tuition. Nice lures for DEATH. ~ Maggie ~ Penned August 23, 2007
There was harmony in the street and on the rides as we saw each other as friend and fellow. Saying goodbye to a landmark is always difficult, but it does seem that condos and expensive theme parks are more important. Not that the locals can afford either.
It is sad that some of the workers who have been working in Astroland for 10+ years will no longer have a job. Where do the displaced go? Where will the poor and lower middle class take their children for cheap entertainment?
Patricia, an 8 year-old Hispanic girl, who looked much like my daughter did as a child spoke quite frankly in stating that "Bush is a bad man." If an 8 year-old can see it... She was not asked what she thought of Bush. Her statement was voluntary.
Manhattan proved to be a media center. What I mean by that is that everywhere I looked, there were TVs aimed at my head spewing useless information. Cabs have TVs that you can watch such as NEWS, but if you want more, just pop in your credit card into the machine located in the rear of the front bench seat and you can plug into "COW EYE" land. Hell, most people walk with cell phones glued to their heads anyway. I find it fucked.
Notes: A street vendor told me that in order to get a peddler's license, you have to have served in the military or you will be placed at the end of the list. He also asked me if I knew the sea level of Binghamton, New York. Perhaps he sees something coming as well. It was discussed. We hugged and left residue of ourselves on each other.
Two soldiers were standing not too far from where that bogus leftover cross with draping that was supposedly found under the rubble of the towers after the PULL was placed. As I passed, I decided to stop and question them. Who do you serve? "We protect the people." However, they did say that they do not serve their government as they don't believe that their government is always right. Well, at least they know that much, but I do see brainwashing here. Too bad they don't see that the people need protection from their government. This war serves no purpose.
While in Coney Island, I ran past a recruiting center flipping a peace sign. The soldier within did a double take of my action. I believe my action was justified. BTW, the rich neighborhoods don't have recruiting centers (as far as I could see). However, the low/middle income neighborhoods do. Perhaps the rich kid will head on out to the local hood to join up. Yeah right. See the world, gain experience, and get your college tuition. Nice lures for DEATH. ~ Maggie ~ Penned August 23, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
People:
If you look hard and deep into the people whom come into your life, you will notice that you have seen them before in others. Each person has something of someone else that you have known, kissed, tasted, held, loved, kicked, bit, then repeated the cycle. Therefore, look closely at all as you will find a familiar being and the person will bond with you and you with them. Certain people bond better than others. Then again, you can only get what you give. Share the moment and share of yourself. Know someone else and see yourself and others. Again, at base we are all the same. Did you tell someone you love them today even if not a romantic love whether same or opposite sex? Try it...you'll like it. Ah let loose and go for it. ~ Maggie ~ August 21, 2007 @ 12:00 a.m.
*I leave for NYC today after work. Catch all y'all on Friday or Saturday evening. Do have a good 'n.
*I leave for NYC today after work. Catch all y'all on Friday or Saturday evening. Do have a good 'n.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Fulfillment
Life is awesome! There is nothing about my life that I would want to change nor do over again to create a different effect. Feeling content in being and loving ALL as best as can be leaves me whole and fulfilled. Therefore, if I were to die tomorrow, i.e., getting hit by an NYC bus, etc., I can say that I have lived a full life. Sure, it was not a life of splendor nor riches, but it was/is a life of experiences and memories. No, I have not experienced all things, however, the feeling of life is within me and the possibilities are endless!
Being whole and content is a form of freedom as it enables me to be myself despite possible ridicule. Mother calls me "IT." I joke not yet I find it very funny. The odd thing is that it used to hurt. I feel sorry for her bitterness as she lives in a hell of sorts by being bound by what others think. Should I decide to give myself a bean shave, what will "THEY" think! I don't give a fuck what "THEY" think. I don't live by "THEIR" standards nor their "NORMS."
Why would I try to make myself uglier than I am already? Well, I would do it to see who sees past "THAT" image. The one I have created thus far is as clear as glass because despite the hard exterior, people see my heart. Well, what if one donned the "look, I am crazy" persona? Could that been seen past as well? Mind you, what fluff or soft interior that I have, one of cold calculation lies right next to it.
My old eyes contain old/new visions. I live life on my terms, but in doing so, I have faced fear of others and self and discovered that fear is binding. Fear of this, that, and the other thing is paralyzing. Overcoming that which binds creates a phoenix from the ashes. Even if I fly into a wall, I have flown!
Give me a poor man's rose (even if made out of paper, Kleenex, or toilet paper held together with a pipe cleaner, string, or shoelace ( hand made it is more valuable)) any day over a rich man's gold. The definition of life is in the living and sharing of it.
Jack of all trades, but master of none
In the end, all I have is fun
Chronological in years, but not in form
Keeps me from being like Dick & Jane "Norm"
Spot peed on the carpet
But it worries me not
He's an invisible dog
The one I ain't got
Piddle this one only if you may
"Mad Hatter Syndrome" allows me to PLAY
Not much for money, material, and the like
Don't give me gold, as I'd like a kite
When its been flown dusk until dawn
That is when I'll pass it along
Hopefully to a wigged-out monkey
Who is singing a piddle song
What say you is the meaning of life? Do you act your age? If so, does it bring you down? ~ Maggie ~ August 20, 2007 @ 10:52 p.m.
People I am thinking about at this minute: Nix (spoke to this eve), Neo (spoke to this eve), Peter (my teacher & my friend - spoke to this eve), Pappy, Jason (I need to send him the Charlie toon (*sent)), Jeff, Marie, Gracie (who I left a message for noting arrival), Lisa, Dominic, Fat Bobby (who I always think of), Patrick, Ilan, Mohammed, Aznive, Anna, Carlos, Randy, Ryan, Ann, Craig, and Drew (Andrew - dead but loved). Just Everyone. Even Sam. Ana ahebik.
Being whole and content is a form of freedom as it enables me to be myself despite possible ridicule. Mother calls me "IT." I joke not yet I find it very funny. The odd thing is that it used to hurt. I feel sorry for her bitterness as she lives in a hell of sorts by being bound by what others think. Should I decide to give myself a bean shave, what will "THEY" think! I don't give a fuck what "THEY" think. I don't live by "THEIR" standards nor their "NORMS."
Why would I try to make myself uglier than I am already? Well, I would do it to see who sees past "THAT" image. The one I have created thus far is as clear as glass because despite the hard exterior, people see my heart. Well, what if one donned the "look, I am crazy" persona? Could that been seen past as well? Mind you, what fluff or soft interior that I have, one of cold calculation lies right next to it.
My old eyes contain old/new visions. I live life on my terms, but in doing so, I have faced fear of others and self and discovered that fear is binding. Fear of this, that, and the other thing is paralyzing. Overcoming that which binds creates a phoenix from the ashes. Even if I fly into a wall, I have flown!
Give me a poor man's rose (even if made out of paper, Kleenex, or toilet paper held together with a pipe cleaner, string, or shoelace ( hand made it is more valuable)) any day over a rich man's gold. The definition of life is in the living and sharing of it.
Jack of all trades, but master of none
In the end, all I have is fun
Chronological in years, but not in form
Keeps me from being like Dick & Jane "Norm"
Spot peed on the carpet
But it worries me not
He's an invisible dog
The one I ain't got
Piddle this one only if you may
"Mad Hatter Syndrome" allows me to PLAY
Not much for money, material, and the like
Don't give me gold, as I'd like a kite
When its been flown dusk until dawn
That is when I'll pass it along
Hopefully to a wigged-out monkey
Who is singing a piddle song
What say you is the meaning of life? Do you act your age? If so, does it bring you down? ~ Maggie ~ August 20, 2007 @ 10:52 p.m.
People I am thinking about at this minute: Nix (spoke to this eve), Neo (spoke to this eve), Peter (my teacher & my friend - spoke to this eve), Pappy, Jason (I need to send him the Charlie toon (*sent)), Jeff, Marie, Gracie (who I left a message for noting arrival), Lisa, Dominic, Fat Bobby (who I always think of), Patrick, Ilan, Mohammed, Aznive, Anna, Carlos, Randy, Ryan, Ann, Craig, and Drew (Andrew - dead but loved). Just Everyone. Even Sam. Ana ahebik.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
What can you do?
What can you do when you love one best of all? Sure the heart hath room and other dwellers, but the special region reserved for one is presently occupied. To wish things to be different would change things. To tell the truth, I love loving him...it is all natural and without preservatives. A great aspect of love is that it does not decay. It is like knowledge and flows when you flow. You can take it with you! I refer to my NEO. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on August 19, 2007
*8/18/07 ~ Hung out with Jason who is totally awesome. He is a computer wiz, gamer, excellent guitarist, and a real sweetie. We melded and he taught me some shit. I also noticed that he did cute stuff without me seeing it. However, I will let him know that I did notice. He said that I smell seductive and so does my house. Odd.
Anyway...
8/19/07 ~ Jason was supposed to come over tonight, but I have not heard from him yet. He lost my number, but went to my job yesterday and called me from there to bring him here to my home. I do have his scan disk and gig stick, so he will be back at my house soon. Spoke to Pappy earlier and he may pop in later this evening...when he gets his ass out of bed, fed, and showered. We'll see what goes. No matter. I am not lonesome, but my friends are the shit (TOTALLY AWESOME PEOPLE!) ** Pappy will be here in an hour. ~ noted 6:12 p.m.
Marie stopped over and we chilled earlier and she liked my guitar. As I missed her this past Saturday, next Saturday would be a good JAM day. Maybe Jason can come over too. He said he wanted to hang more...soooooo whatever happens happens.
MOTHER TRUCKER over and out!
*8/18/07 ~ Hung out with Jason who is totally awesome. He is a computer wiz, gamer, excellent guitarist, and a real sweetie. We melded and he taught me some shit. I also noticed that he did cute stuff without me seeing it. However, I will let him know that I did notice. He said that I smell seductive and so does my house. Odd.
Anyway...
8/19/07 ~ Jason was supposed to come over tonight, but I have not heard from him yet. He lost my number, but went to my job yesterday and called me from there to bring him here to my home. I do have his scan disk and gig stick, so he will be back at my house soon. Spoke to Pappy earlier and he may pop in later this evening...when he gets his ass out of bed, fed, and showered. We'll see what goes. No matter. I am not lonesome, but my friends are the shit (TOTALLY AWESOME PEOPLE!) ** Pappy will be here in an hour. ~ noted 6:12 p.m.
Marie stopped over and we chilled earlier and she liked my guitar. As I missed her this past Saturday, next Saturday would be a good JAM day. Maybe Jason can come over too. He said he wanted to hang more...soooooo whatever happens happens.
MOTHER TRUCKER over and out!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Agenda
These are the plans (which can sometimes go astray):
August 21 - Tripping to NYC with Hamster in tow.
August 22 - Heading into Manhattan to hang with a friend (tip of lower Manhattan) and to take promised photos for a love of mine (Wall Street to West Village to East Village). Time allowing, I want to try to find a guitar and amp...east village. ***GOT THE GUITAR ALREADY. Hamster is coming thus far.
August 23 - Stuff up until just prior to 4 p.m. then it is off to Coney Island and the PUKE RIDE. The $20 ticket is good for all rides for the rest of the night. We are only going to ride the one ride for HOURS! This adventure is her idea and I think it is a GREAT idea. However, I would like to eat just before the ride to see if it makes me sick. Nix and I will celebrate our last time in Astroland. It is all being torn town. You know...progress (eyes rolling, fist balled, but even tempered). That ride bears memories as I used to tell her stories to keep her on the ride. I would tell her stories of the grates in the ride and then she would smell it. Sometimes we got to watch them hose it down. It is funny if looked at right.
August 24, 2007 - Breakfast and homebound alone. Maybe Gail and Stevie Boy will be available for hang when I hit their hood. Mother hen is over and out! ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 10:41 p.m. EST
August 21 - Tripping to NYC with Hamster in tow.
August 22 - Heading into Manhattan to hang with a friend (tip of lower Manhattan) and to take promised photos for a love of mine (Wall Street to West Village to East Village). Time allowing, I want to try to find a guitar and amp...east village. ***GOT THE GUITAR ALREADY. Hamster is coming thus far.
August 23 - Stuff up until just prior to 4 p.m. then it is off to Coney Island and the PUKE RIDE. The $20 ticket is good for all rides for the rest of the night. We are only going to ride the one ride for HOURS! This adventure is her idea and I think it is a GREAT idea. However, I would like to eat just before the ride to see if it makes me sick. Nix and I will celebrate our last time in Astroland. It is all being torn town. You know...progress (eyes rolling, fist balled, but even tempered). That ride bears memories as I used to tell her stories to keep her on the ride. I would tell her stories of the grates in the ride and then she would smell it. Sometimes we got to watch them hose it down. It is funny if looked at right.
August 24, 2007 - Breakfast and homebound alone. Maybe Gail and Stevie Boy will be available for hang when I hit their hood. Mother hen is over and out! ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 10:41 p.m. EST
Tonight and the Hamster...
After work I went and did some much needed necessity shopping at the cheapest store I could. When I got home, I put away my items and made practical use of the rest (like light-bulbs). Upon finishing the putting away and such, I treated myself to a nice hot power shower and doses of lavender. Clean, and fancy free, I applied a mud mask which was bought from a woman in my town who makes the stuff at home. After doing other chores in my naked other than black toweled self whose face was green and looking like a guerrilla commando witch/warrior with a red broom, I washed my face and walked past the computer. My message was lit and someone beckoned me on Yahoo. In checking, it was the Hamster.
Her: your online
Arachne: i was
Arachne: need glasses wait
Her: okies
Arachne: what up?
Her: yah so m had to cancel tonight
Her: im seeing him tomorrow at noonish
Her: im downloading characters for the sims
Her: and its taking forever
Arachne: so did my teacher. he is busy
Her: i wanna stab something
Her: aww
Arachne: just don't stab self
Her: maybe we could see each other tonight
Her: since i wont be seeing you much
Arachne: do you want to bake?
Her: i have to eat in 20 mins
Her: no
Her: i don't wanna bake
Her: but i have to eat in 20 mins maybe we can catch a bite
Her: maybe at subway
Arachne: i might be having company later...don't know yet.
Her: me and gma aren't getting along shes not talking to me
Arachne: so what is new?
Her: and im sorta lonely
Her: well you can come get me now
Her: and we can go
Her: and be there just in time to eat
Arachne: i love you. yeah ok.
Her: and then go home
Arachne: ok.
Her: what time are you having company
Arachne: i don't know. i am waiting for a phone call.
Her: i just got out of the shower i can throw on clothes but i gotta know when you'd take me
Arachne: i just got out of the shower too
Her: ok well what do you wanna do
Arachne: yeah
Arachne: when do you want me to pick you up?
Arachne: i got stuff for you.
Her: when your ready
Arachne: 5 min?
Her: i just gotta throw on clothes
Her: okies
Her: and i have for you
Arachne: ok. i just did that.
Arachne: we can exchange babes.
Arachne: I love you!
Her: ok your gonna be ready in 5
Arachne: Let me get your stuff together and I will leave in 5 min. okay
Her: okies
Arachne: coolio
Her: im gonna get my clothes on
Arachne: k see you in a bit. ask gma if she wants food?
Her: she just ate
Arachne: ok
Her: she said no
Arachne: ok. at least we asked.
Arachne: go get ready then. see ya.
Her: yar
Her: okies
Her: byes
Arachne: bye
Her: im ready
I was already gone! Funny stories were told and memories made. No, Hamster...no Easy-Bake Oven. My oven and stove are finally working after being broken for about 2 years. Luckily I still have a house as the repairman stated that using an (electric) oven and stove to heat a house for 2 ½ months is dangerous and could have caused me to BURN. ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 1:47 a.m.
Her: your online
Arachne: i was
Arachne: need glasses wait
Her: okies
Arachne: what up?
Her: yah so m had to cancel tonight
Her: im seeing him tomorrow at noonish
Her: im downloading characters for the sims
Her: and its taking forever
Arachne: so did my teacher. he is busy
Her: i wanna stab something
Her: aww
Arachne: just don't stab self
Her: maybe we could see each other tonight
Her: since i wont be seeing you much
Arachne: do you want to bake?
Her: i have to eat in 20 mins
Her: no
Her: i don't wanna bake
Her: but i have to eat in 20 mins maybe we can catch a bite
Her: maybe at subway
Arachne: i might be having company later...don't know yet.
Her: me and gma aren't getting along shes not talking to me
Arachne: so what is new?
Her: and im sorta lonely
Her: well you can come get me now
Her: and we can go
Her: and be there just in time to eat
Arachne: i love you. yeah ok.
Her: and then go home
Arachne: ok.
Her: what time are you having company
Arachne: i don't know. i am waiting for a phone call.
Her: i just got out of the shower i can throw on clothes but i gotta know when you'd take me
Arachne: i just got out of the shower too
Her: ok well what do you wanna do
Arachne: yeah
Arachne: when do you want me to pick you up?
Arachne: i got stuff for you.
Her: when your ready
Arachne: 5 min?
Her: i just gotta throw on clothes
Her: okies
Her: and i have for you
Arachne: ok. i just did that.
Arachne: we can exchange babes.
Arachne: I love you!
Her: ok your gonna be ready in 5
Arachne: Let me get your stuff together and I will leave in 5 min. okay
Her: okies
Arachne: coolio
Her: im gonna get my clothes on
Arachne: k see you in a bit. ask gma if she wants food?
Her: she just ate
Arachne: ok
Her: she said no
Arachne: ok. at least we asked.
Arachne: go get ready then. see ya.
Her: yar
Her: okies
Her: byes
Arachne: bye
Her: im ready
I was already gone! Funny stories were told and memories made. No, Hamster...no Easy-Bake Oven. My oven and stove are finally working after being broken for about 2 years. Luckily I still have a house as the repairman stated that using an (electric) oven and stove to heat a house for 2 ½ months is dangerous and could have caused me to BURN. ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 1:47 a.m.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Gary
This man called with a question and I answered in good form. His response was "You are in sales aren't you? You are making a pitch...I know your kind." As he is allowed to think what he wants, I let him do his thing and suggested that he come and talk to me and let me buy him a soda. This was on the 13th of August. August 14, around 2ish, he arrived and as usual, I offered my hand to him at which point he barked out "Don't touch me!" Out of respect, I did back off. To make a long story short, we ended up looking at wasps and a 7 legged daddy long legs who I had bonded with earlier that day. Yup "daddy" scanned my digit with the longest of his/her legs and I let it. There was no fear as there should not be. I was letting the creature feel me while I felt it. The pleasure was all mine as it allowed me to do this. Fortunately, my 7 legged friend was still there when I had brought him/her up and the oddity of its extremities. Gary noted that he had seen a 5 legger. We spoke of ant hills and cooperation. In the end, he shook my hand and realized something aloud (paraphrased) "I thought I was a liberal thinker, but perhaps I need to rethink my thoughts." ~ Maggie ~ August 15, 2007 @ 11:28 p.m.
NOTE: He said that I was TOO nice. Is that unusual or something? I guess from his perspective it would seem so. Had I been in his shoes, I suppose I would have smelled something ROTTEN IN DENMARK as well until further inspection could be had. Gary is a smart cookie and he has my utmost respect.
ADDED NOTE: We enjoyed each other's company so much, that I left work 1/2 later than I should have as we were enjoying each other's company. NO I DID NOT GET PAID OVERTIME and NO I DID NOT MAKE THE BIG SALE. Actually, I bought him something out of my own pocket. No it wasn't soda and no I am not a sucker. I LOVE LIFE!
NOTE: He said that I was TOO nice. Is that unusual or something? I guess from his perspective it would seem so. Had I been in his shoes, I suppose I would have smelled something ROTTEN IN DENMARK as well until further inspection could be had. Gary is a smart cookie and he has my utmost respect.
ADDED NOTE: We enjoyed each other's company so much, that I left work 1/2 later than I should have as we were enjoying each other's company. NO I DID NOT GET PAID OVERTIME and NO I DID NOT MAKE THE BIG SALE. Actually, I bought him something out of my own pocket. No it wasn't soda and no I am not a sucker. I LOVE LIFE!
Ann
Craig's mom's name is Ann and she is a doll. I did get to chill with her ALONE as I wanted to. Craig sat outside and had a smoke while we women bonded. The funny thing is perhaps she knew somehow as I had asked about her to Craig a couple of days ago. She shared a several photos of the man she loves. She had told me a most fantastic story about how she and he dated him 18 years ago and broke up because of an argument. In the interim, he and she married others and divorced. However, her love of him she could not shake. He held special meaning to her. She did meet others along her journey of life, but he stood out in her heart. Now, 18 years later, they are together and he has Parkinson's disease. She loves him with all her heart, but stated that she notes a difference in him when they drive through his ex's town. His disease lets her read him. My hand cupping her's, I told her that if you love him accept him as he is and let it be. She started to tear and I came out from around the counter and hugged her with a firm hug that I had wanted to give her all along. Yes, I had been thinking of this woman as she is a sparkle: a gem. To see pictures of her and her man in their youth, I look at her now and a photo of him and do not see a change in face as she is young in my eyes. We were meant to meet and to join at this level. Yes I love her and I just found out her name today and only met her twice before.
She showed me a side of myself in revealing herself. I sit here and cry not in pity, but in sheer recognition of life and it's meaning.
Nix and I went out to dinner this evening and she gave me the greatest compliment a kid could ever give her mom. She called me a hippy.
Peace out! Living and making it REAL!
xoxoxoxoxoxo ~ Maggie ~ Wednesday, August 15, 2007 @ 10:45 p.m.
P.S.: If anyone gets a chance, do read A WOMAN ON THE EDGE OF TIME by Marge Piercy (Author of Summer People) and perhaps you will get the feelings of love and hope about humanity and its possibilities. I am almost finished the book (started on 8/10/07) and dearly I wish to leap into the pages.
She showed me a side of myself in revealing herself. I sit here and cry not in pity, but in sheer recognition of life and it's meaning.
Nix and I went out to dinner this evening and she gave me the greatest compliment a kid could ever give her mom. She called me a hippy.
Peace out! Living and making it REAL!
xoxoxoxoxoxo ~ Maggie ~ Wednesday, August 15, 2007 @ 10:45 p.m.
P.S.: If anyone gets a chance, do read A WOMAN ON THE EDGE OF TIME by Marge Piercy (Author of Summer People) and perhaps you will get the feelings of love and hope about humanity and its possibilities. I am almost finished the book (started on 8/10/07) and dearly I wish to leap into the pages.
Monday, August 13, 2007
8/13/07
Called Peter to find out about class tonight. Ah...martial arts from a master who does not require uniforms. Three on the dial will confirm neg or pos. *Called, but still not sure if going. Tomorrow is a definite.
Called who I thought to be Peter (Pappy) and broke out with "Are you alive or did you die of your own superstition off the flower pot?" My question was met with the response "You don't have to be afraid of me. This is your teacher. I am not dangerous." Whoops! Wrong Peter.
When Peter (Pappy) was reached, he stated that he was at the flower pots this day. Before I could commit the balance of my thoughts to paper, low and behold...there he was sporting two cups of fresh Timmy's. While I worked, he spoke with Bob who I was hanging out with prior to Pappy and Craig arriving. Pappy, with his ever energetic and magnetic self, engaged Bob is rapid rounds of discussion that my ears and eyes only glimpsed. Craig is a real sweetie. He will bring his mom by in one or two days. She is a real nice lady, even though Craig is cool, it would be cool just to chill with his mom.
Oh yeah, when I asked Pappy about Slyvia of "Hooker Ave," (really his block) he said that she keeps scratching up his car. He had this idea to spray paint his car with "Slyvia was here!" with arrows pointing the the wounds she inflicted on his vehicle. Truly an artist. His whole stairway is loaded with paint cans, and you can hear him before you see him. Kind of like me. I had to tell him that Sylvia's scratches were her scratches of "I love you" going down his spine and drawing blood. He was amused!
Oven is finally being fixed tomorrow. Brownies are on the way. Pappy will come to my domain and vibe. Perhaps he will be the black coat wearer. I have been looking for an owner for it. In due time I suppose. I am still the "cracker" and he is still the "cheese." The man with flipped rooms (Peter "Pappy" (one room has written in pencil what color it will be and thus is, but not yet)) stated "If you hear bullets being shot you are safe. When you don't hear it as a result of it wizzing past your ear, that is when you worry." Bob agreed! Many gun shots have been heard over the years from all different areas US/Canada, but I have never NOT heard one. Missed me! Yes Craig. I missed you! You really must nail that Mustang...blue is you!
Wow, Pappy advised that our antics of several weeks ago were logged in his book that I was privy to while he cooked me porkchops. What I read was on his computer, but what he wrote of us is still penned. How could he put "The End" to his book when his "tombstone" is not finished? He did not ask me to "take it back" this time. However, he stated that he kept writing despite "The End" which I knew he would. Sequal was stated, but my belief is that he will have to wait for nextlife. Good humor will be had when I tell him of my scissor thought and its relation to him. Hey, who wants to see his framed album of "The Doors?" Would you like to read the back of the album? You can. How would you think he would frame it to do so? Mind you, I was pacing like a wildebeast when he asked me the question and I gave the right answer without having to study it. How quick are you?
My home needs redecoration. I have added willow branches inside (one is 5 1/2 feet long) and want to create murals of my walls based on current art experience. There are faces everywhere in nature if you look. Bringing nature inside can be exciting. A world of my own creation...a creation of a world.
Marie wore two different shoes to work today and found humor it it all. I guess her mind is elsewhere as it should be. She did have fun on Saturday. My, what wonderful times we live in. She is ever pleased at the photo session that I directed and the props and properties that it generated. Wee ha is where playful things turn frowns upside down. Down energy to wow! Upped and positive!
*Peter just called and stated that there will be no class tomorrow as he is going out of town. If I go tonight, I can use his personal parking area behind his building. It is under lock and key. Last time car was not lotted, my hubcap was stolen and it cost $100 to replace. I was trying to save $5 by not parking in the lot, but in the end, it cost much more. Wednesday is good...no work Thursday. I am hoping the Hamster will come along. She can't tonight as she has issues that cannot be resolved at the moment. Old bat that she is. She is not good for Wednesday either. Called Peter back, will go to class Wednesday after eating at Hong Kong and after window shopping for a bit.
Oh yeah...I did not ask his name, but this kid who is going to welding school, was a blast to talk to. I'll get his name next time he comes in.
Lest I forget, a big thank you goes out to Alah for having Mohammed get to me before it was too late. He was right on time. Ana ahebik Mohammed!
**Ah shit, Peter just called back. I am going to class tonight. There is art is martial art as the animals are within us.
~ Arachne ~ Penned prior to 3:00 and 5:02 p.m. on August 13, 2007
Called who I thought to be Peter (Pappy) and broke out with "Are you alive or did you die of your own superstition off the flower pot?" My question was met with the response "You don't have to be afraid of me. This is your teacher. I am not dangerous." Whoops! Wrong Peter.
When Peter (Pappy) was reached, he stated that he was at the flower pots this day. Before I could commit the balance of my thoughts to paper, low and behold...there he was sporting two cups of fresh Timmy's. While I worked, he spoke with Bob who I was hanging out with prior to Pappy and Craig arriving. Pappy, with his ever energetic and magnetic self, engaged Bob is rapid rounds of discussion that my ears and eyes only glimpsed. Craig is a real sweetie. He will bring his mom by in one or two days. She is a real nice lady, even though Craig is cool, it would be cool just to chill with his mom.
Oh yeah, when I asked Pappy about Slyvia of "Hooker Ave," (really his block) he said that she keeps scratching up his car. He had this idea to spray paint his car with "Slyvia was here!" with arrows pointing the the wounds she inflicted on his vehicle. Truly an artist. His whole stairway is loaded with paint cans, and you can hear him before you see him. Kind of like me. I had to tell him that Sylvia's scratches were her scratches of "I love you" going down his spine and drawing blood. He was amused!
Oven is finally being fixed tomorrow. Brownies are on the way. Pappy will come to my domain and vibe. Perhaps he will be the black coat wearer. I have been looking for an owner for it. In due time I suppose. I am still the "cracker" and he is still the "cheese." The man with flipped rooms (Peter "Pappy" (one room has written in pencil what color it will be and thus is, but not yet)) stated "If you hear bullets being shot you are safe. When you don't hear it as a result of it wizzing past your ear, that is when you worry." Bob agreed! Many gun shots have been heard over the years from all different areas US/Canada, but I have never NOT heard one. Missed me! Yes Craig. I missed you! You really must nail that Mustang...blue is you!
Wow, Pappy advised that our antics of several weeks ago were logged in his book that I was privy to while he cooked me porkchops. What I read was on his computer, but what he wrote of us is still penned. How could he put "The End" to his book when his "tombstone" is not finished? He did not ask me to "take it back" this time. However, he stated that he kept writing despite "The End" which I knew he would. Sequal was stated, but my belief is that he will have to wait for nextlife. Good humor will be had when I tell him of my scissor thought and its relation to him. Hey, who wants to see his framed album of "The Doors?" Would you like to read the back of the album? You can. How would you think he would frame it to do so? Mind you, I was pacing like a wildebeast when he asked me the question and I gave the right answer without having to study it. How quick are you?
My home needs redecoration. I have added willow branches inside (one is 5 1/2 feet long) and want to create murals of my walls based on current art experience. There are faces everywhere in nature if you look. Bringing nature inside can be exciting. A world of my own creation...a creation of a world.
Marie wore two different shoes to work today and found humor it it all. I guess her mind is elsewhere as it should be. She did have fun on Saturday. My, what wonderful times we live in. She is ever pleased at the photo session that I directed and the props and properties that it generated. Wee ha is where playful things turn frowns upside down. Down energy to wow! Upped and positive!
*Peter just called and stated that there will be no class tomorrow as he is going out of town. If I go tonight, I can use his personal parking area behind his building. It is under lock and key. Last time car was not lotted, my hubcap was stolen and it cost $100 to replace. I was trying to save $5 by not parking in the lot, but in the end, it cost much more. Wednesday is good...no work Thursday. I am hoping the Hamster will come along. She can't tonight as she has issues that cannot be resolved at the moment. Old bat that she is. She is not good for Wednesday either. Called Peter back, will go to class Wednesday after eating at Hong Kong and after window shopping for a bit.
Oh yeah...I did not ask his name, but this kid who is going to welding school, was a blast to talk to. I'll get his name next time he comes in.
Lest I forget, a big thank you goes out to Alah for having Mohammed get to me before it was too late. He was right on time. Ana ahebik Mohammed!
**Ah shit, Peter just called back. I am going to class tonight. There is art is martial art as the animals are within us.
~ Arachne ~ Penned prior to 3:00 and 5:02 p.m. on August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Content
Content in being who I am, I accept my past, present, and future. I live alone, but I am never lonely...never bored. What is boredom? Define? How can mind sit idle and not drift to another place, event, time, or what have you? Hyper is what I am. Without drugs to dull my mind...without the alcohol to numb...I FEEL! The feel of pain and joy...opposite, but contrasting subjectively feeling - objectively defining - researching... Answers bring forth more questions and things to do and think of. That is my constant.
Changes are all around and I see them. I see the interconnectedness. I see how killing a bug is murder and not self-defense if it is only going about its business. Are you aware of yourself?
It is funny how I have kept track of what insects I have crashed for no purpose save to kill. To which bird or beast I have spoken with. To say they answer in word, you may believe me mad. However, communication comes in signs - as an Anglo uses sign with a Frank. Body speaks in faces, eyes, gestures, and postures. Communication is not limited... Have you spoken to your plant today?
My hair flies in the wind no longer feeling the blowing blast of hot heat electrically generated to dull my tresses. No time for polished nails or outlined eyes. Not at this point. Mirror mirror on the wall - these are things I do not call. Self is self be ragged or regal, yet the blind see neither (NITHER NEETHER). More at feel and hearing of heart. Blind judgement is so fair.
Am I man/woman - woman/man? Mother/father? Sister/brother? Yes...
To say that anger does not dwell in me would be fiction, but past does not bring anger. Anger is a moment spent and gone in an instant. Later laughed at in jokes of how stupid it all was. Laughter! Ah yes! That which bring laugh lines. Welcome, I pray you! Cause such lines to define what I cannot see.
No knitted brow or crinkled forehead of worry. No crows feet that I can see? Sight is to short for comprehending total picture in totality.
Reading and crying as I enter the story. Living through a character or characters. Playing a role like an actor yet not knowing the lines. Surprise!! Not all ends happy...not happy...more at what one wishes. Wishes? May I say! Not to wish leaves void tomorrows. Hope! When tomorrow is today, how will you feel about yesterday?
Some old say "youth is wasted on the young." Perhaps those that say such think that wisdom only comes with age. Thus age holds more value? Tis not the case. Youth can be wise when wisdom is within and used despite the odd of not being heard.
"Children should be seen and not heard." Bad and bah! They are as capable as adults - like "Little Me." Crippled only by the captive parent. Parenting should not spoil the seed making needy by controlling factors. Where lies freedom? Behold self as a dwarf. Examine your roots.
Define self in past, present, and see future different. Untie the ties that bind. If viewed as mad, care not. Be happy as you have arrived in a free world.
T.V.? Entertainment aimed at ceasing communication between individuals who stare like sheep plugged in not bleeping. Bah bah! How will you make the wool?
World tumbles as you know it? What will you do? Will you seek the guidance of the "THEM?" The puppet masters? Do you NEED the control factor?
The rooms of many colors and one room flipped...all objects of days gone by in abstract colors and form. In a loud half drunk voice he yells to the room, me, and the open window: "Plug me back in! I want to be like them. I don't want to know what I know. I never fucked an older broad...I'll do you a favor." "No favors needed...not interested." My eyes scan and scope scissor on table. All words of "tombstones" were taken back, but is he dead? Did he fall off the flower pot that he balances on in unbalanced stated state? His belief in superstition may have gotten him. Friend in the end with handshake, I have to call.
Ah, the clowning of yesterday's laughs and playing dress up for the camera. I directed and she played. A frown was turned upside down. The joy of friendship: sharing, singing, laughing and sharing...exploring newness yet not new. She sees her beauty as I have shown her other sides of self that may not have been seen as rapidly - rapidly so she glows! Photos burned to disc and petals shared along with dried leaves...she leaves different...energized.
Contacts contacting other world kind of matter of this world...almost surreal - real wonderful connections! Poetic, artistic, creative: ALIVE! So alive to revive that which was "sort of" lost...having had at one point almost finding square...evolution back to me. This round more understanding - more forgiving - more loving - real love - asexual - man/woman no difference. Age? - no difference. Race? No difference. Sameness. Et cetera et cetrea et cetera. What are boundaries when you are free? There aren't any. Push! Push away as I love cliffs! Wee ha! New adventures.
How old am I? How old do you think I am? Mind you, I don't use Oil of Olay. ~ Maggie @ 3:10 on August 12, 2007
Changes are all around and I see them. I see the interconnectedness. I see how killing a bug is murder and not self-defense if it is only going about its business. Are you aware of yourself?
It is funny how I have kept track of what insects I have crashed for no purpose save to kill. To which bird or beast I have spoken with. To say they answer in word, you may believe me mad. However, communication comes in signs - as an Anglo uses sign with a Frank. Body speaks in faces, eyes, gestures, and postures. Communication is not limited... Have you spoken to your plant today?
My hair flies in the wind no longer feeling the blowing blast of hot heat electrically generated to dull my tresses. No time for polished nails or outlined eyes. Not at this point. Mirror mirror on the wall - these are things I do not call. Self is self be ragged or regal, yet the blind see neither (NITHER NEETHER). More at feel and hearing of heart. Blind judgement is so fair.
Am I man/woman - woman/man? Mother/father? Sister/brother? Yes...
To say that anger does not dwell in me would be fiction, but past does not bring anger. Anger is a moment spent and gone in an instant. Later laughed at in jokes of how stupid it all was. Laughter! Ah yes! That which bring laugh lines. Welcome, I pray you! Cause such lines to define what I cannot see.
No knitted brow or crinkled forehead of worry. No crows feet that I can see? Sight is to short for comprehending total picture in totality.
Reading and crying as I enter the story. Living through a character or characters. Playing a role like an actor yet not knowing the lines. Surprise!! Not all ends happy...not happy...more at what one wishes. Wishes? May I say! Not to wish leaves void tomorrows. Hope! When tomorrow is today, how will you feel about yesterday?
Some old say "youth is wasted on the young." Perhaps those that say such think that wisdom only comes with age. Thus age holds more value? Tis not the case. Youth can be wise when wisdom is within and used despite the odd of not being heard.
"Children should be seen and not heard." Bad and bah! They are as capable as adults - like "Little Me." Crippled only by the captive parent. Parenting should not spoil the seed making needy by controlling factors. Where lies freedom? Behold self as a dwarf. Examine your roots.
Define self in past, present, and see future different. Untie the ties that bind. If viewed as mad, care not. Be happy as you have arrived in a free world.
T.V.? Entertainment aimed at ceasing communication between individuals who stare like sheep plugged in not bleeping. Bah bah! How will you make the wool?
World tumbles as you know it? What will you do? Will you seek the guidance of the "THEM?" The puppet masters? Do you NEED the control factor?
The rooms of many colors and one room flipped...all objects of days gone by in abstract colors and form. In a loud half drunk voice he yells to the room, me, and the open window: "Plug me back in! I want to be like them. I don't want to know what I know. I never fucked an older broad...I'll do you a favor." "No favors needed...not interested." My eyes scan and scope scissor on table. All words of "tombstones" were taken back, but is he dead? Did he fall off the flower pot that he balances on in unbalanced stated state? His belief in superstition may have gotten him. Friend in the end with handshake, I have to call.
Ah, the clowning of yesterday's laughs and playing dress up for the camera. I directed and she played. A frown was turned upside down. The joy of friendship: sharing, singing, laughing and sharing...exploring newness yet not new. She sees her beauty as I have shown her other sides of self that may not have been seen as rapidly - rapidly so she glows! Photos burned to disc and petals shared along with dried leaves...she leaves different...energized.
Contacts contacting other world kind of matter of this world...almost surreal - real wonderful connections! Poetic, artistic, creative: ALIVE! So alive to revive that which was "sort of" lost...having had at one point almost finding square...evolution back to me. This round more understanding - more forgiving - more loving - real love - asexual - man/woman no difference. Age? - no difference. Race? No difference. Sameness. Et cetera et cetrea et cetera. What are boundaries when you are free? There aren't any. Push! Push away as I love cliffs! Wee ha! New adventures.
How old am I? How old do you think I am? Mind you, I don't use Oil of Olay. ~ Maggie @ 3:10 on August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
WTF...LOL
Boring is snoring
Is short snot absorbing?
Tinfold manifestations impregnating neurons
Festering and mutilating projections of eye currents
Giving shots to behold the radiant gold
Of halos hallowed by
Eyes inched along halls
Gaining strains of palatable substances
Absorbed and bounced
Accordingly...
Accordions folding and unfolding
Beholding...that which is not there
In air maintained...
Restrained...
Loose
Free
To be me...
DEDICATED TO HAMSTER. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 10:10 p.m.
Funky memory: Snot bubble exploding from nose at dinner table...escaped in laugher.
That was the shit man. I can still see it now: Whatatya gonna do when they bomb NY? Bed sheets! Two fucktards cut from the same goddamned cookie cutter.
Is short snot absorbing?
Tinfold manifestations impregnating neurons
Festering and mutilating projections of eye currents
Giving shots to behold the radiant gold
Of halos hallowed by
Eyes inched along halls
Gaining strains of palatable substances
Absorbed and bounced
Accordingly...
Accordions folding and unfolding
Beholding...that which is not there
In air maintained...
Restrained...
Loose
Free
To be me...
DEDICATED TO HAMSTER. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 10:10 p.m.
Funky memory: Snot bubble exploding from nose at dinner table...escaped in laugher.
That was the shit man. I can still see it now: Whatatya gonna do when they bomb NY? Bed sheets! Two fucktards cut from the same goddamned cookie cutter.
NY BUT AGAIN...
Ah, ten days and counting (or thereabout) to get my ass to NY. The hamster better be good as I don't feel like dealing with shit. Hamster if you are reading this, know that I won't deal with it. Anyway, this trip out, I am going to be a butterfly! Graceful is one thing that I am not, however, putting that aside, I will flutter my camera to capture images in my time that were lost in another's time of the same space. Yup, I am going to be someone's eyes for a wee bit and capture images and perhaps do justice to their eye.
Movies play in my head of past events that unfold like a child's pop-out book when called upon. Playing reel over real and reviving that which is reborn at each instant. Life reconstituted with liquid squirm of warm brains only as solid as I make it.
Revisiting old in new...constructing from destruction...LIVE and orchestrated in harmony. A fluid moment not captured by KODAK, but held in suspension and burned like LightScribe to memory. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 8:20 p.m.
Movies play in my head of past events that unfold like a child's pop-out book when called upon. Playing reel over real and reviving that which is reborn at each instant. Life reconstituted with liquid squirm of warm brains only as solid as I make it.
Revisiting old in new...constructing from destruction...LIVE and orchestrated in harmony. A fluid moment not captured by KODAK, but held in suspension and burned like LightScribe to memory. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 8:20 p.m.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
The Children
The children will gather themselves harmoniously
Singing songs
Their backs are turned on all the monsters
They will not look back to see their fanged mouth spit orders
Heads held high, they walk away
This is WAR to "THEM"
"THEY" don't know how to combat the children
Without the "OTHERS" seeing their dirty deeds
The children's war is a war of cooperation
NOT INCORPORATION
The valley is long
The journey unknown
However, the summit, whose snow covered cap
Lies atop
Where the air is crisp
And the waves are distant
>>>>> A TRIangle goes here and the point is virtual.
I think therefore I am (cogito ergo sum) whatever I choose to be without limitations and out of the box and making it REAL. 8/9/07
Singing songs
Their backs are turned on all the monsters
They will not look back to see their fanged mouth spit orders
Heads held high, they walk away
This is WAR to "THEM"
"THEY" don't know how to combat the children
Without the "OTHERS" seeing their dirty deeds
The children's war is a war of cooperation
NOT INCORPORATION
The valley is long
The journey unknown
However, the summit, whose snow covered cap
Lies atop
Where the air is crisp
And the waves are distant
>>>>> A TRIangle goes here and the point is virtual.
I think therefore I am (cogito ergo sum) whatever I choose to be without limitations and out of the box and making it REAL. 8/9/07
Thursday, August 2, 2007
The Mind Creates
The mind creates a whirlwind whose clouds embrace to form patterns. The unreal becomes real and visa versa. In the evolutionary scale, can we go back to simply ENERGY being objective and not subjective? Case in point the here and now. The repeat cycle is exciting. Not for anything, it would seem that it would be wilder the next time round. In the original pantheons, the gods had the characteristics of men and visa versa. Can it be said that all is as we intended it to be for the enjoyment and employment of it all? The material can never come with you in your journey, but the brief acquirement of material, is just that: BRIEF. Mind expansion or mind power is endless and will flow when YOU flow. The magick is in the word and the word is in YOU. Did you enhance perchance a sleeping giant? Aye! Eye of blue in you on one on me. Encrypted, but depicted as finely as can be done at this hour of reckoning. 4:28 a.m. 14 = 5 PENTA = 4 Elements + Electric (spirit). 8/2/07 = 17 = 8 = continuum and nine (cycles and levels).
You see the encompassed dreams spilled forward like splattered brains on a sidewalk. Eggs cooking on a hot summer's day out on IS 86 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interstate_86_(east)) that does not yet exist at certain points, but is. 8/2/07
Your music works well for allowing the mind to flow freely in the waves of natural movement synthesized and not synthetic...electric pounding neurons...WEE HA!
Keep on striking chords as the melody is hypnotic and not chaotic...melting smelting steel...melding folds of the soul electric mind over matter.
Creation for the sake of doing so! ~ 8/1/07
You see the encompassed dreams spilled forward like splattered brains on a sidewalk. Eggs cooking on a hot summer's day out on IS 86 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interstate_86_(east)) that does not yet exist at certain points, but is. 8/2/07
Your music works well for allowing the mind to flow freely in the waves of natural movement synthesized and not synthetic...electric pounding neurons...WEE HA!
Keep on striking chords as the melody is hypnotic and not chaotic...melting smelting steel...melding folds of the soul electric mind over matter.
Creation for the sake of doing so! ~ 8/1/07
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Notes of July 31, 2007
In typing this out, it was fun to color the numbers as each color has meaning and individually is itself, yet together or divided makes something NEW.
? November 18, 2007 = 11 (11=2) + 18 (18=9) + 9 = 38 = 11 = 2 or
2 + 9 (=29=11=2) + 9 = 20 = 2
? September 11, 2001 = 9 + 11(11 = 2) + 3 = 23 = 5 or
9 + 2 + 3 = 14 = 5
Observation: Asymmetrical - Human face and body. One side is different than the other. Bigger/smaller = nostril, eye, breast, testicle, foot, hand, etc. et al. We have four extremities equal in design yet differences are noted.
Experiment Performed on 7/31/07 p.m.
Call side "A": Right *my right is ugly
Call side "B": Left *my left is rather nice
Call side "C": Total *me as I see me whole
Call side "D": Compression *becoming symmetrical using asymmetries
Take a photo of yourself both "mirrored' and "not mirrored (or regular meaning opposite or backward)" using a web camera or digital camera possessing "[] mirror image" utility.
When you attach "A" mirrored ½ to "A" not mirrored ½, you will see the first aspect of your symmetrically perfect self.
When you attach "B" mirrored ½ to "B" not mirrored ½, you will see the second aspect of your symmetrically perfect self.
The "C" image is the third aspect of you, but is asymmetrical in form (not utterly perfect yet perfect).
When compressing "A" and "B," note the start factors: 2 ears, 2 eyes, 2 nostrils, 2 cheeks, 2 eyebrows, 2 sets of eye lashes, 2 temples, 1 mouth, 1 chin 1 forehead, and 1 neck = 18 = 9.
To perform this experiment, start with a hard copy picture of self. As you fold the self into itself, you should be left with the following: 2 ears, 1 eye, zero nose, 2 cheeks, zero mouth, 1 chin, 1 forehead, 2 temples, and 1 neck = 10 or 1.
To find out if "D" is symmetrical, repeat "A" and "B." If this is asymmetrical, let me know. ~ Maggie ~ Penned July 31, 2007 p.m. after "Symmetry Gate."
A good spider goes by feeling of the waves that occur upon the landing of ??? in its web.
Symmetry Gates
One side big
The other side small
One plus one create a ball
Symmetry of asymmetric
The eye it doth fool
However,
With modern technology
You have a handy tool
First face side “A”
Second face side “B”
Combine to one
and
Then you done
The magick number three
Three being whole as it should be
That is how you “C” = SEE ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on July 31, 2007
In typing this out, it was fun to color the numbers as each color has meaning and individually is itself, yet together or divided makes something NEW.
? November 18, 2007 = 11 (11=2) + 18 (18=9) + 9 = 38 = 11 = 2 or
2 + 9 (=29=11=2) + 9 = 20 = 2
? September 11, 2001 = 9 + 11(11 = 2) + 3 = 23 = 5 or
9 + 2 + 3 = 14 = 5
Observation: Asymmetrical - Human face and body. One side is different than the other. Bigger/smaller = nostril, eye, breast, testicle, foot, hand, etc. et al. We have four extremities equal in design yet differences are noted.
Experiment Performed on 7/31/07 p.m.
Call side "A": Right *my right is ugly
Call side "B": Left *my left is rather nice
Call side "C": Total *me as I see me whole
Call side "D": Compression *becoming symmetrical using asymmetries
Take a photo of yourself both "mirrored' and "not mirrored (or regular meaning opposite or backward)" using a web camera or digital camera possessing "[] mirror image" utility.
When you attach "A" mirrored ½ to "A" not mirrored ½, you will see the first aspect of your symmetrically perfect self.
When you attach "B" mirrored ½ to "B" not mirrored ½, you will see the second aspect of your symmetrically perfect self.
The "C" image is the third aspect of you, but is asymmetrical in form (not utterly perfect yet perfect).
When compressing "A" and "B," note the start factors: 2 ears, 2 eyes, 2 nostrils, 2 cheeks, 2 eyebrows, 2 sets of eye lashes, 2 temples, 1 mouth, 1 chin 1 forehead, and 1 neck = 18 = 9.
To perform this experiment, start with a hard copy picture of self. As you fold the self into itself, you should be left with the following: 2 ears, 1 eye, zero nose, 2 cheeks, zero mouth, 1 chin, 1 forehead, 2 temples, and 1 neck = 10 or 1.
To find out if "D" is symmetrical, repeat "A" and "B." If this is asymmetrical, let me know. ~ Maggie ~ Penned July 31, 2007 p.m. after "Symmetry Gate."
A good spider goes by feeling of the waves that occur upon the landing of ??? in its web.
Symmetry Gates
One side big
The other side small
One plus one create a ball
Symmetry of asymmetric
The eye it doth fool
However,
With modern technology
You have a handy tool
First face side “A”
Second face side “B”
Combine to one
and
Then you done
The magick number three
Three being whole as it should be
That is how you “C” = SEE ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on July 31, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
BOING BOING
BOING BOING is a Trademark of Happy Mutants LLC in the United States.
http://www.boingboing.net/censorroute.html
http://www.eff.org/Censorship/Apple_v_Does/20050411_online_journalists_brief.pdf
Are you being monitored? DO YOU CARE? If you don't care, GOOD FOR YOU!!! I love you!
http://computer.howstuffworks.com/carnivore.htm
Does the program "Echelon" exist?~ Arachne ~ July 26, 2007
http://www.boingboing.net/censorroute.html
http://www.eff.org/Censorship/Apple_v_Does/20050411_online_journalists_brief.pdf
Are you being monitored? DO YOU CARE? If you don't care, GOOD FOR YOU!!! I love you!
http://computer.howstuffworks.com/carnivore.htm
Does the program "Echelon" exist?~ Arachne ~ July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Note to Joe:
The night before last was crazy! I went to Peter's house which was in the ghetto and I was dying laughing. I guess it was ghetto compared to everywhere else around here. I GUESS. I am still laughing. There I was in my fuzzy black slippers and Amino Acids tee looking all wacky on hooker avenue, looking for this koo koo ex of his that he asked me to check out for fun. Mind you, he let me read about her off his computer so I got the gist of her without sight. BTW, if you think I'm nuts, you should have been with me to see him in action. Whoa boy!! What a hoot. Him screaming out the window and his flip rooms really are the icing on the cake.
I forgot to mention, when he started to get all freaky on me, I eyeballed the scissors which were laying on the table. You know what I mean? LOL 7/25/07
I forgot to mention, when he started to get all freaky on me, I eyeballed the scissors which were laying on the table. You know what I mean? LOL 7/25/07
Monday, July 23, 2007
July 23, 2007
First things first. Tonight I will go to Peter’s and exchange this for that and we will watch a movie called CFE. We will then connect the dots and thus form a picture. Our cell in time will be alive as was the cell with Marie Christine...as was the cell with Denise and her husband. The cells with Adam, Sky, Reggie, Nelson, Chantel, and numerous other and the quite one who listened and bought what he did not need. Somewhere down the road, that item will find a place just as my dinosaur (Stegosaurus) found a place in Marie Christine’s arms. *July 27, 2007 - He now has the name RUSTY and he is LOVED!
My evolution back to me occurred in 2004. In 2007, I saw the reason for the evolution. My reason (reasoning) allowed me to see and to open up to things that I had blocked out or had allowed others to block out. I proved to myself and others that mind power or reasoning give’s one the ability to overcome and to understand.
Whatever we endure good/bad is for a reason and we are the reason. “WE” not being the royal “we,” but we as individuals: AS PEOPLE - AS ONE!
At base we are all the same. Differences occur at operative levels (current). The great thing is that everyone has the capacity to up their wattage.
When playing connect the dots, switches will be flipped and lights will go on. The more switches you flip, the more you will increase the wattage. A night light can become a beacon.
You can do what others wish to do. You will be able to be out of the box and be accepted. You will get other to jump out of the box and free themselves mentally from the lock down of this reality. Ideas will be exchanged and words will become reality. ~ Maggie
~ Maggie (this was all penned in my log)
* IN THE WORDS OF ANTI-FLAG: THIS IS YOUR WORLD...TAKE IT BACK! (From the song Tearing Down the Boarders)
My evolution back to me occurred in 2004. In 2007, I saw the reason for the evolution. My reason (reasoning) allowed me to see and to open up to things that I had blocked out or had allowed others to block out. I proved to myself and others that mind power or reasoning give’s one the ability to overcome and to understand.
Whatever we endure good/bad is for a reason and we are the reason. “WE” not being the royal “we,” but we as individuals: AS PEOPLE - AS ONE!
At base we are all the same. Differences occur at operative levels (current). The great thing is that everyone has the capacity to up their wattage.
When playing connect the dots, switches will be flipped and lights will go on. The more switches you flip, the more you will increase the wattage. A night light can become a beacon.
You can do what others wish to do. You will be able to be out of the box and be accepted. You will get other to jump out of the box and free themselves mentally from the lock down of this reality. Ideas will be exchanged and words will become reality. ~ Maggie
~ Maggie (this was all penned in my log)
* IN THE WORDS OF ANTI-FLAG: THIS IS YOUR WORLD...TAKE IT BACK! (From the song Tearing Down the Boarders)
TO A NEW FRIEND
Fear is not real. People's main fear after "bill money," is their life or should I say eventual organic death.
You see what some do not. You see that beyond the facade of steel lies a heart of gold. You too possess the gold. Madness, much like fear, is not real. The more comfort that you find in yourself, the more the YOU will show through to others. You can be a light in the dark and a voice in the night. We are here for a purpose. I had written "What is the meaning of life?" quite sometime ago and wondered if people were picking up on the HUMAN CONNECTION. Some are and in great ways, however, a very human messenger told me that the best connection is to go out there and get real and to do that which we are meant to do. A "matrix-out" will occur regardless.
The knife can be a virtual one as is steel when viewed at atomic levels. You can poke holes in steel at atomic levels. Thus at that level the solid can be penetrated. That which seems solid is NOT or 0. Mass only appears solid as do pictures seem whole when viewed on a computer.
You speak Anglish very well. I get your drift my friend! ~ July 23, 2007
You see what some do not. You see that beyond the facade of steel lies a heart of gold. You too possess the gold. Madness, much like fear, is not real. The more comfort that you find in yourself, the more the YOU will show through to others. You can be a light in the dark and a voice in the night. We are here for a purpose. I had written "What is the meaning of life?" quite sometime ago and wondered if people were picking up on the HUMAN CONNECTION. Some are and in great ways, however, a very human messenger told me that the best connection is to go out there and get real and to do that which we are meant to do. A "matrix-out" will occur regardless.
The knife can be a virtual one as is steel when viewed at atomic levels. You can poke holes in steel at atomic levels. Thus at that level the solid can be penetrated. That which seems solid is NOT or 0. Mass only appears solid as do pictures seem whole when viewed on a computer.
You speak Anglish very well. I get your drift my friend! ~ July 23, 2007
July 23, 2007
The concept of B.C.E. and A.D. are moot as time is not measured as such. Time occurs in levels and starts with level 3. As levels 1 and 2 have occurred, we go back to the future - back in time - back to the beginning.
Level one (1) is not known
Level two (2) in progress. Ends?
Level three (3) is when restart occurs. This progress takes time. This has not happened yet.
However, view 1, 2, 3 as 3, 2, 1 as you would view countdown. 4 = 2 or squared. Look at PI start and end of level.
Look how technologically advanced we have become in 200 years. Look at how advanced we have become in 400 or 600 years. Christopher Columbus had not even discovered the “New World” of North America yet.
A batting of an eyelash in the level progress. What happened on level one? Did a touching occur? If so, by whom or what? Levels 3 through 9 create a habitable environment and natural living place. Level ONE is the landing or touching = human with reason - with knowledge. We still have that missing link to think about in the EVOLUTIONARY scale. A primitive yet NOT. Level 2 is the precursor to destruction. Level 3 is “restart” back to the future...back to the cycle. What will be will be as it was meant to be.
* Break the MATRIX and LOOP out on a NEW LEVEL 3!
After I placed a bead on my loom that was out of color sequence and spazzed, my teacher told me (paraphrased) not to worry as the imperfections in nature are what make nature beautiful and unique. In other words, the imperfections create perfection as we see it. I was working on a woodland design which had a yellow background to odd colored open roses. Upon completion, I had sewn the work to a fine piece of suede with a tasseled sash. It is a grand piece of work that took 3 1/2 months to complete. My mother now owns the belt.
I ask a little task of you. Take a piece of paper and draw a circle. Cut the imaginary pie in 4 sections (with your pencil/pen on paper or with your finger in your sandbox) and then place it in a box that only it will fit in. The picture can show you many things like:
A full moon directly in front of a crossed window
A pie in a box cut four ways
A flux capacitor
A bunch of 90 degree angles
A square with a circle in the middle with a cross through it
A view looking down of a 4 colored or quadrate cone on a base
The tippy top of a pyramid that becomes infinite in ascension and descension
All the answers are correct and the possibilities are as endless as are the ideas.... All in all, we are talking about the SAME object.
Level one (1) is not known
Level two (2) in progress. Ends?
Level three (3) is when restart occurs. This progress takes time. This has not happened yet.
However, view 1, 2, 3 as 3, 2, 1 as you would view countdown. 4 = 2 or squared. Look at PI start and end of level.
Look how technologically advanced we have become in 200 years. Look at how advanced we have become in 400 or 600 years. Christopher Columbus had not even discovered the “New World” of North America yet.
A batting of an eyelash in the level progress. What happened on level one? Did a touching occur? If so, by whom or what? Levels 3 through 9 create a habitable environment and natural living place. Level ONE is the landing or touching = human with reason - with knowledge. We still have that missing link to think about in the EVOLUTIONARY scale. A primitive yet NOT. Level 2 is the precursor to destruction. Level 3 is “restart” back to the future...back to the cycle. What will be will be as it was meant to be.
* Break the MATRIX and LOOP out on a NEW LEVEL 3!
After I placed a bead on my loom that was out of color sequence and spazzed, my teacher told me (paraphrased) not to worry as the imperfections in nature are what make nature beautiful and unique. In other words, the imperfections create perfection as we see it. I was working on a woodland design which had a yellow background to odd colored open roses. Upon completion, I had sewn the work to a fine piece of suede with a tasseled sash. It is a grand piece of work that took 3 1/2 months to complete. My mother now owns the belt.
I ask a little task of you. Take a piece of paper and draw a circle. Cut the imaginary pie in 4 sections (with your pencil/pen on paper or with your finger in your sandbox) and then place it in a box that only it will fit in. The picture can show you many things like:
A full moon directly in front of a crossed window
A pie in a box cut four ways
A flux capacitor
A bunch of 90 degree angles
A square with a circle in the middle with a cross through it
A view looking down of a 4 colored or quadrate cone on a base
The tippy top of a pyramid that becomes infinite in ascension and descension
All the answers are correct and the possibilities are as endless as are the ideas.... All in all, we are talking about the SAME object.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
July 22, 2007
I bought a great deal of school supplies and I am not in school. However, much was needed for charts, tables, and notes. Flags were also bought for marking points of importance: yellow, green, and red.
Sixty colored pencils were bought to make the graph paper come alive in pixel form. What can be done mathematically can be drawn to form what appears to be solid.
What would you do?
Sixty colored pencils were bought to make the graph paper come alive in pixel form. What can be done mathematically can be drawn to form what appears to be solid.
What would you do?
Saturday, July 21, 2007
What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do if you saw the end was near?
Would you close your eye and close your ear?
What would happen when you see the light?
Would you slice your throat or from building take flight?
What if when spread, your wings did not work
At the rate of gravity you'd fall and then jerk
What if you spoke in numbers and such? And...
What if others understood you and contributed as much?
Would that create insanity per se?
In you it might, in me I say nay!
When you think that you have lost it all
At that point you'll be on the ball
Bags of marbles or marbles in bag
When spread out wide creates a lag
Point A to point B and then to point C
Trilateral agreement between you and between me
Box of gold the contents is sought
Yet what is supposed to lie within is actually naught
This: the cup and the contents
The contents and the cup
Look within to know what's up
All that you work for your whole life through
In the end will mean nothing to you
Look now and look within
Look before you find the din/DIN
Has the din found you? ~ Maggie ~ 7/21/07 @ 11:51 p.m.
What would you do if you saw the end was near?
Would you close your eye and close your ear?
What would happen when you see the light?
Would you slice your throat or from building take flight?
What if when spread, your wings did not work
At the rate of gravity you'd fall and then jerk
What if you spoke in numbers and such? And...
What if others understood you and contributed as much?
Would that create insanity per se?
In you it might, in me I say nay!
When you think that you have lost it all
At that point you'll be on the ball
Bags of marbles or marbles in bag
When spread out wide creates a lag
Point A to point B and then to point C
Trilateral agreement between you and between me
Box of gold the contents is sought
Yet what is supposed to lie within is actually naught
This: the cup and the contents
The contents and the cup
Look within to know what's up
All that you work for your whole life through
In the end will mean nothing to you
Look now and look within
Look before you find the din/DIN
Has the din found you? ~ Maggie ~ 7/21/07 @ 11:51 p.m.
About Love and Life:
ana; anta awez ahebik; ana awez ahebik!
LOVE ONE ANOTHER AS YOU WOULD LOVE YOURSELF. WE ARE ALL ONE AND THE SAME. WE NEED EACH OTHER MORE THAN WE KNOW. BE A TORCH AND LIGHT SOMEONE'S FIRE...HUG THEM, SMILE AT THEM, LET THEM FEEL YOU AND FEEL THEM. LET IT ALL BE REAL!!!!!!
When all the designer labels (man, woman, gay, lesbian, black, white, chinese, japanese, spanish, jewish, irish, polish, german, greek, tall, short, fat, thin, pretty, ugly, rich, poor, et al) have been removed and we see each other as ourselves, we will have freedom, love, and peace. That is when the darkness will disappear and the light will shine through. At that point, all things will be possible. At that point you have created heaven!
LOVE ONE ANOTHER AS YOU WOULD LOVE YOURSELF. WE ARE ALL ONE AND THE SAME. WE NEED EACH OTHER MORE THAN WE KNOW. BE A TORCH AND LIGHT SOMEONE'S FIRE...HUG THEM, SMILE AT THEM, LET THEM FEEL YOU AND FEEL THEM. LET IT ALL BE REAL!!!!!!
When all the designer labels (man, woman, gay, lesbian, black, white, chinese, japanese, spanish, jewish, irish, polish, german, greek, tall, short, fat, thin, pretty, ugly, rich, poor, et al) have been removed and we see each other as ourselves, we will have freedom, love, and peace. That is when the darkness will disappear and the light will shine through. At that point, all things will be possible. At that point you have created heaven!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
The Art is the Movement
The art is the movement
And the movement is art
The poetry is in the motion
That does not need to be spoken
Connections through an invisible umbilical cord
Join two and create a thread
A thread in which energy passes
The stimulation is cognitive
Cognition creates ignition
Heart beats out a rhythm
The essence dances electric
Organic and orgasmic
A positron of vibrance
More at sensory from a third eye
Open to vast visions
Open to the future
What will come to pass
Will be in a universe of our own
The making of gods
Crossing from realism to surrealism
Mingling the two in liquid form
To create solidity
Solid yet pliable
Bending not breaking
Open...so open are the undertakings
I relish the unknown time and moment
That has yet to be
The wings of the being have been seen
Flight is the next step up
The whirlwind has yet to be beneath our feet
Elevation by a new energy source
Elevation by an ancient energy source
Mingling causes tingling
The mix of symmetric and asymmetric
Zeros, Circles, and Eights
Triangular and encircled
22.5 degrees x 3 = 67.5 = 18 = 9
Based on different math
Logical from perspective and also sequential at vision
Numbers and Pythagoras ~ Maggie ~ Penned Sunday July 15, 2007 around noon.
And the movement is art
The poetry is in the motion
That does not need to be spoken
Connections through an invisible umbilical cord
Join two and create a thread
A thread in which energy passes
The stimulation is cognitive
Cognition creates ignition
Heart beats out a rhythm
The essence dances electric
Organic and orgasmic
A positron of vibrance
More at sensory from a third eye
Open to vast visions
Open to the future
What will come to pass
Will be in a universe of our own
The making of gods
Crossing from realism to surrealism
Mingling the two in liquid form
To create solidity
Solid yet pliable
Bending not breaking
Open...so open are the undertakings
I relish the unknown time and moment
That has yet to be
The wings of the being have been seen
Flight is the next step up
The whirlwind has yet to be beneath our feet
Elevation by a new energy source
Elevation by an ancient energy source
Mingling causes tingling
The mix of symmetric and asymmetric
Zeros, Circles, and Eights
Triangular and encircled
22.5 degrees x 3 = 67.5 = 18 = 9
Based on different math
Logical from perspective and also sequential at vision
Numbers and Pythagoras ~ Maggie ~ Penned Sunday July 15, 2007 around noon.
Friday, June 29, 2007
ME vs THEM
I received XPRESS POST-SIGNATURE REQUIRED from the Canadian Human Rights Commission stating:
Next Stage: Recommended for Referral to Tribunal pursuant to Section 49 (1) of the CHRC
Relevant Grounds: Race, National or Ethnic Origin.
Section(s) of the Act: 5 and 10
Respondent(s):
1) Mohawk Council of Kahnawake
2) Council of Elders
3) Department of Indian Affairs and Northern Development
This was their "analysis" of my complaint:
It is the role of the Commission in conducting assessments of complaints to identify the appropriate process for bringing the complaint to a final resolution on the basis of a consensual agreement, a decision of the Commission not to proceed further, or an inquiry by the tribunal. It is not necessary, nor is it in the public interest, for the Commission to conduct an investigation in every case.
Given the nature of the questions engaged by this case, the assessor recommends that the Tribunal is the best forum for dealing with both the issue of the constitutional validity of section 67 and the impact of the release.
Recommendations:
It is recommended, pursuant to section 49(1) of the Canadian Human Right Act, that the Commission request the appointment of a Human Rights Tribunal to inquire into the complaint because:
- having regard to all the circumstances of the complaint, an inquiry is warranted.
I guess I write a strong argument as it would seem I have grounds. Man, I should have been a lawyer.
After a screaming match with some ass in Geneva and a bogus reply to my complaint with the High Commissioner of Human Rights, I shall again attack using the information that they so graciously fed me. I hate when these fuckers mess with me because they don't know who they are messing with. ~ Maggie ~ June 29, 2007 at 5:40 p.m.
Next Stage: Recommended for Referral to Tribunal pursuant to Section 49 (1) of the CHRC
Relevant Grounds: Race, National or Ethnic Origin.
Section(s) of the Act: 5 and 10
Respondent(s):
1) Mohawk Council of Kahnawake
2) Council of Elders
3) Department of Indian Affairs and Northern Development
This was their "analysis" of my complaint:
It is the role of the Commission in conducting assessments of complaints to identify the appropriate process for bringing the complaint to a final resolution on the basis of a consensual agreement, a decision of the Commission not to proceed further, or an inquiry by the tribunal. It is not necessary, nor is it in the public interest, for the Commission to conduct an investigation in every case.
Given the nature of the questions engaged by this case, the assessor recommends that the Tribunal is the best forum for dealing with both the issue of the constitutional validity of section 67 and the impact of the release.
Recommendations:
It is recommended, pursuant to section 49(1) of the Canadian Human Right Act, that the Commission request the appointment of a Human Rights Tribunal to inquire into the complaint because:
- having regard to all the circumstances of the complaint, an inquiry is warranted.
I guess I write a strong argument as it would seem I have grounds. Man, I should have been a lawyer.
After a screaming match with some ass in Geneva and a bogus reply to my complaint with the High Commissioner of Human Rights, I shall again attack using the information that they so graciously fed me. I hate when these fuckers mess with me because they don't know who they are messing with. ~ Maggie ~ June 29, 2007 at 5:40 p.m.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
A Cash Free Society
Maybe some of you see it coming and maybe some of you don’t, however, that is what it is boiling down to. What better way to truly control and monitor the people? Think about it.
Credit Cards: You pretty much need one if you want a room in a hotel or motel, rent a car or U-Haul. In MOST cases, cash is not accepted. Imagine...cash is NOT good.
Bank Cards: Most people have one and it is used to make purchases of all kinds or to withdraw cash. Note that you are limited on the amount of cash you can withdraw each day. It is your money, but you don’t have full right to it unless you go to the bank.
A credit card and bank card (ATM/Debit) monitor your spending such as what is being bought (you sign the bill), when it is bought, how much you are spending.
Pretty much, those cards monitor your activities.
When you use cash, it can’t be monitored. Only you will know what you buy, how much you spent, and where you spent it. Well there are those pesky cameras that watch your every move and record your activities. However, unless you are “wanted” you will just be another face in the crowd. With cash, a run on a bank could occur. Without cash, there can never be a run on the bank. A run on a bank is when everyone goes to withdraw their money at the same time. There is a problem with that scenario as the bank does not have everyone’s money. They lend it and therefore it is not available. Imagine the hysteria that will ensue?
In a virtual setting, there is no money for you to run on. Imagine getting your paycheck virtually? Maybe some of you already have direct deposit so those greenbacks are not in your hand even in check form.
Let’s suppose that a dictatorship is in the making. Could it be that we slaves of the system would be even more indebted to the system? They would truly have the ability to make or break you in the manner they see fit.
Also, what if there were computer/electrical malfunctions and you could not access your virtual money via card? It wouldn’t be like you could dig into your wallet and pull out some bucks or break open your piggy bank. Your paper and coin would be as useless as post civil war CONFEDERATE
Destroying or removing one’s self from the system would be a far greater thing. It is called self reliance. How about if we started planting and growing our own food, what if we kept livestock and fowl, how about bartering for that which we do not have? One man’s work or goods is as good as another’s.
These are some my thoughts. Although I think about it on a more complex level, I am really not in the mood to write novella. ~ Maggie ~ June 7, 2007 @ 5:45 PM
Credit Cards: You pretty much need one if you want a room in a hotel or motel, rent a car or U-Haul. In MOST cases, cash is not accepted. Imagine...cash is NOT good.
Bank Cards: Most people have one and it is used to make purchases of all kinds or to withdraw cash. Note that you are limited on the amount of cash you can withdraw each day. It is your money, but you don’t have full right to it unless you go to the bank.
A credit card and bank card (ATM/Debit) monitor your spending such as what is being bought (you sign the bill), when it is bought, how much you are spending.
Pretty much, those cards monitor your activities.
When you use cash, it can’t be monitored. Only you will know what you buy, how much you spent, and where you spent it. Well there are those pesky cameras that watch your every move and record your activities. However, unless you are “wanted” you will just be another face in the crowd. With cash, a run on a bank could occur. Without cash, there can never be a run on the bank. A run on a bank is when everyone goes to withdraw their money at the same time. There is a problem with that scenario as the bank does not have everyone’s money. They lend it and therefore it is not available. Imagine the hysteria that will ensue?
In a virtual setting, there is no money for you to run on. Imagine getting your paycheck virtually? Maybe some of you already have direct deposit so those greenbacks are not in your hand even in check form.
Let’s suppose that a dictatorship is in the making. Could it be that we slaves of the system would be even more indebted to the system? They would truly have the ability to make or break you in the manner they see fit.
Also, what if there were computer/electrical malfunctions and you could not access your virtual money via card? It wouldn’t be like you could dig into your wallet and pull out some bucks or break open your piggy bank. Your paper and coin would be as useless as post civil war CONFEDERATE
Destroying or removing one’s self from the system would be a far greater thing. It is called self reliance. How about if we started planting and growing our own food, what if we kept livestock and fowl, how about bartering for that which we do not have? One man’s work or goods is as good as another’s.
These are some my thoughts. Although I think about it on a more complex level, I am really not in the mood to write novella. ~ Maggie ~ June 7, 2007 @ 5:45 PM
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Under The Shades
Who knows for sure what lurks neath the exterior of one's being. We may fear and our knees may be knocking, but defiantly we go forward brave and true to ourselves. Why? Because we dare to be brave and express ourselves at the moment. I question why people, as a general rule, can't be open with others and state exactly how they feel even at the risk of getting their face or heart smashed. The truly brave ones are the ones who have the most fear within and are the ones who come forward first. The cowards are the ones who appear brave and exude bravado to mask their fear. To those who hide, I offer you my shades so that you may cover the windows of your soul. ~ Maggie ~ June 3, 2007 @ 10:46 p.m.
"The Only Thing We Have to Fear Is Fear Itself": FDR's First Inaugural Address
Sunday, May 27, 2007
THE PENIS~
I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:
1. I do physical labor.
2. I work at great depths.
3. I plunge head first into everything I do.
4. I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
5. I work in a damp environment.
6. I work in a dark area that has poor ventilation.
7. I work in high temperatures.
8. My work exposes me to diseases.
_______________________________
Dear Mr. Penis,
After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the management denies your request for the following reasons:
1. You do not work 8 hours straight.
2. You WORK IN SHORT SPURTS AND fall asleep after EACH brief work period.
3. You do not always follow the orders of the management team.
4. You do not stay in your designated area, and are often seen visiting other locations.
5. You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
6 You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
7. You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
8. You will retire LONG before you are 65.
9. You are unable to work double shifts.
10. You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task.
11. And if that were not all, you have constantly been seen entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.
Sincerely, The Management ~ Arachne ~ 5/27/07 @ 2:30 PM EST
NOTE: I did not write this.
1. I do physical labor.
2. I work at great depths.
3. I plunge head first into everything I do.
4. I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
5. I work in a damp environment.
6. I work in a dark area that has poor ventilation.
7. I work in high temperatures.
8. My work exposes me to diseases.
_______________________________
Dear Mr. Penis,
After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the management denies your request for the following reasons:
1. You do not work 8 hours straight.
2. You WORK IN SHORT SPURTS AND fall asleep after EACH brief work period.
3. You do not always follow the orders of the management team.
4. You do not stay in your designated area, and are often seen visiting other locations.
5. You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
6 You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
7. You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
8. You will retire LONG before you are 65.
9. You are unable to work double shifts.
10. You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task.
11. And if that were not all, you have constantly been seen entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.
Sincerely, The Management ~ Arachne ~ 5/27/07 @ 2:30 PM EST
NOTE: I did not write this.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Can Anyone Relate to This?
Can Anyone Relate to This?
Remember I told you that the body is electrically charged and I questioned death? It seems odd that an electrical energy would just cease. Specifically our electrical energy when our organic matter ceases to exist.
I don't think that my hypothesis is nuts.
Thinking about something does not make it so, but making it so comes from thinking about something. ~ Maggie
NOTE: brain wave
NOUN: A rhythmic fluctuation of electric potential between parts of the brain, as seen on an electroencephalogram.
Check this out:
Quantum Theory:
For nearly one hundred years the idea that light is a wave went essentially unchallenged. This changed in 1900 with Max Planck's studies of the absorption of light by black bodies, that is, objects that do not reflect back any frequency of light. As Planck ran his experiments, he observed that the temperature of a back body is raised and lowered, it emits radiation at various frequencies. He expected the radiation to flow continuously, as one would expect from a wave, but it did not. Instead, it came in discrete batches that behaved like particles. He called these batches "quanta." Einstein, a contemporary of Planck, was intrigued by his discovery, and went on to show mathematically that light is absorbed, as well as radiated, in batches of quanta. Thus, "quantum theory" was born.
Due to Young's earlier experiments, most physicists of Planck's day thought of light as wave. Thinking of light as a particle was more difficult. Although many scientists were uncomfortable with the idea that light could be both a particle and a wave, the idea struck and eventually light "particles" came to be called "photons." If light can act as a particle, would something we expect to act like a particle act like a wave?
Particles:
In Newton's time, the smallest bits of matter know were atoms. Since then, scientists have discovered that atoms are composed of even smaller bits, such as the electron, proton, and neutron. These subatomic bits have classically been viewed as particles, similar to marbles or billiard balls. If we were to substitute electrons for light in Young's experiment, what would happen? If electrons really are particles, the overlapping areas of the third screen will be more heavily hit. When the two-slit experiment was conducted using electrons, however, the electrons created the same sort of interference pattern of light. This remained true even when the electrons were fired one at a time so that they could not interact with each other. Scientists were so confounded by this development that they decided the single electron must be breaking in two, going through both slits at once, and then interfering with itself. To decide this question, a measuring device was put at each slit. As the electrons were fired one at a time, they went through only one slit or the other, just as we would expect form particles. So what happened? The interference pattern on the third screen then ceased to exist! The electrons stopped acting like waves altogether when they were measured. Scientists were left with the conclusion that when we look directly at an electron, it acts like a particle, but when we don't, it acts like a wave.
This paradox was summarized by the scientist Niels Bohr in 1927 in what became known as the "Copenhagen interpretation," now accepted by a majority of physicists around the world. Bohr stated that at the quantum level a particle has no properties unless it is being observed and measured. Particles of matter exist only as potentialities that become fixed, or develop into particles, when they come into contact with a measuring device. The scientist Werner Heisenberg postulated that beneath physical reality is a deeper level filled with what he calls "potentia." At this level, matter does not exist, but only has tendencies to exist, and all possible events–even contradictory ones – reside together in potential. The act of measurement causes one of the potential states to come into being.
Wave Function:
In the early 1900's, a scientist named Louis de Broglie went beyond the issue of the characteristics of light and proposed that all matter has a wave-like characteristic. These wavelike properties can be described as a wave field or wave function. The wave function is not something you can see, nor does it exist in three dimensional space, but its effects can be observed. Every particle of matter has its own wave function, which can be visualized as a "smear," or a representation of all the paths it may take. The scientist Richard Feynman theorized that the potential particle takes all possible paths as its wave moves from point A to point B, so that when the wave reaches point B, it contains information from every path it could have taken to get there. When the particle is observed, however, its wave function collapses and only one path becomes actualized.
Why does one probability get chosen for the particle rather than another? Who or what makes these choices, and at what level are these choices made? Many of the scientists who study the nature of reality theorize that levels of reality exist underneath or parallel to this one and are where these choices are made. If such levels exist, how are they connected, and how is information passed between them?
Bell's Theorem and Non-locality:
In 1964, the scientist John Steward Bell proposed in what is known as Bell's theorem that after two particles meet, they continue to influence each other. The influence is not caused by nuclear forces, gravity, or electromagnetism, but exists because each particle leave a part of itself with the other, thus allowing them to communicate instantaneously. What do they leave? Not a piece of matter, but a piece of information. Particles are less like balls of stuff and more like information packets. Instantaneous communication is theoretically not possible in a universe limited by the speed of light, so Bell proposed that his connection between particles occurs outside of the space-time. His theory was later proven by laboratory experiment, and instantaneous communication between particles, also called "non-locality," became a provable fact.
Already we have moved quite a distance from Newton. Instead of an empty three-dimensional spaced filled with billiard-ball-like pieces of matter, quantum physics portrays a universe that acts as a seamless whole, where each part communicates instantaneously with every other part, and is filled with waves of information that arise from levels outside of space-time. In a Newtonian world, the whole is the sum of the parts. In a quantum world, the whole oversees, and perhaps even creates, the parts. ~ May 25, 2007 @ 5:00 p.m.
This was my original post:
Impassioned
If you want to view me as nuts, be my guest!
Behind any good artist, poet, philosopher, inventor, musician, scientist, or visionary is passion. It is a fuel by which the imagination captures the surroundings and makes something of it. Perhaps the imagination tries to make sense or nonsense of that which not understood or is understood too well.
Drive (from fuel) can come in many forms. It can come from simple things such as looking at the clouds and seeing faces or diagrams and questioning it. Everything has a purpose and in an inquisitive mind maybe answers can be found amongst the various other questions that spring forth.
Being a visual person, imagine if you will an actual tree, family tree, or database linkage system. You start with one as the initial focal point. Example: YOU. What will happen next is you have two that you stem from and they have two and so on and so on and so on. Exploration is the same thing. You start with one factor and if the passion drives you, you will explore in detail that which you want to know. Example: Life.
When doing this, explore Newton's theory of relativity, use laws of economics, and Socratic method. You will discover that everything is intertwined and related and that everything needs contrast. You will find that even with an answer, there is a question or an opposite and that all things are possible. Note that your time is 100 percent and that if you focus in any specific area (tunnel vision), your other areas will suffer. Thus, in order to maintain balance, scatter your thoughts about. See how patterns form from things that may not seem obvious.
Creation Alpha Omega Alpha (zeros, circles, and eights):
It begins with a thought and is brought about by a process. Who is to say that we are not our own gods? We are like the earth and our components are approximately the same. Our matter is organic, but we are charged electrically. When one experiences heart stoppage, the use of shock brings us back to life. (Explore Mary Shelley and Frankenstein.) Brain waves are now used to determine death rather than heart stoppage. The brain is also electrically charged and uses neurotransmitters to make the body function. Example: Autonomic and Somatic functions. If one were to die, reflexes that would normally occur via a somatic function can be had via electric current to create animation of the human body. If one could jar an electric current where would it go upon release? I ask this question as I question death. Could it be said that our CURRENT leaves this plain for another? ~ Maggie ~ May 23, 2007 @ 1:07 p.m.
Remember I told you that the body is electrically charged and I questioned death? It seems odd that an electrical energy would just cease. Specifically our electrical energy when our organic matter ceases to exist.
I don't think that my hypothesis is nuts.
Thinking about something does not make it so, but making it so comes from thinking about something. ~ Maggie
NOTE: brain wave
NOUN: A rhythmic fluctuation of electric potential between parts of the brain, as seen on an electroencephalogram.
Check this out:
Quantum Theory:
For nearly one hundred years the idea that light is a wave went essentially unchallenged. This changed in 1900 with Max Planck's studies of the absorption of light by black bodies, that is, objects that do not reflect back any frequency of light. As Planck ran his experiments, he observed that the temperature of a back body is raised and lowered, it emits radiation at various frequencies. He expected the radiation to flow continuously, as one would expect from a wave, but it did not. Instead, it came in discrete batches that behaved like particles. He called these batches "quanta." Einstein, a contemporary of Planck, was intrigued by his discovery, and went on to show mathematically that light is absorbed, as well as radiated, in batches of quanta. Thus, "quantum theory" was born.
Due to Young's earlier experiments, most physicists of Planck's day thought of light as wave. Thinking of light as a particle was more difficult. Although many scientists were uncomfortable with the idea that light could be both a particle and a wave, the idea struck and eventually light "particles" came to be called "photons." If light can act as a particle, would something we expect to act like a particle act like a wave?
Particles:
In Newton's time, the smallest bits of matter know were atoms. Since then, scientists have discovered that atoms are composed of even smaller bits, such as the electron, proton, and neutron. These subatomic bits have classically been viewed as particles, similar to marbles or billiard balls. If we were to substitute electrons for light in Young's experiment, what would happen? If electrons really are particles, the overlapping areas of the third screen will be more heavily hit. When the two-slit experiment was conducted using electrons, however, the electrons created the same sort of interference pattern of light. This remained true even when the electrons were fired one at a time so that they could not interact with each other. Scientists were so confounded by this development that they decided the single electron must be breaking in two, going through both slits at once, and then interfering with itself. To decide this question, a measuring device was put at each slit. As the electrons were fired one at a time, they went through only one slit or the other, just as we would expect form particles. So what happened? The interference pattern on the third screen then ceased to exist! The electrons stopped acting like waves altogether when they were measured. Scientists were left with the conclusion that when we look directly at an electron, it acts like a particle, but when we don't, it acts like a wave.
This paradox was summarized by the scientist Niels Bohr in 1927 in what became known as the "Copenhagen interpretation," now accepted by a majority of physicists around the world. Bohr stated that at the quantum level a particle has no properties unless it is being observed and measured. Particles of matter exist only as potentialities that become fixed, or develop into particles, when they come into contact with a measuring device. The scientist Werner Heisenberg postulated that beneath physical reality is a deeper level filled with what he calls "potentia." At this level, matter does not exist, but only has tendencies to exist, and all possible events–even contradictory ones – reside together in potential. The act of measurement causes one of the potential states to come into being.
Wave Function:
In the early 1900's, a scientist named Louis de Broglie went beyond the issue of the characteristics of light and proposed that all matter has a wave-like characteristic. These wavelike properties can be described as a wave field or wave function. The wave function is not something you can see, nor does it exist in three dimensional space, but its effects can be observed. Every particle of matter has its own wave function, which can be visualized as a "smear," or a representation of all the paths it may take. The scientist Richard Feynman theorized that the potential particle takes all possible paths as its wave moves from point A to point B, so that when the wave reaches point B, it contains information from every path it could have taken to get there. When the particle is observed, however, its wave function collapses and only one path becomes actualized.
Why does one probability get chosen for the particle rather than another? Who or what makes these choices, and at what level are these choices made? Many of the scientists who study the nature of reality theorize that levels of reality exist underneath or parallel to this one and are where these choices are made. If such levels exist, how are they connected, and how is information passed between them?
Bell's Theorem and Non-locality:
In 1964, the scientist John Steward Bell proposed in what is known as Bell's theorem that after two particles meet, they continue to influence each other. The influence is not caused by nuclear forces, gravity, or electromagnetism, but exists because each particle leave a part of itself with the other, thus allowing them to communicate instantaneously. What do they leave? Not a piece of matter, but a piece of information. Particles are less like balls of stuff and more like information packets. Instantaneous communication is theoretically not possible in a universe limited by the speed of light, so Bell proposed that his connection between particles occurs outside of the space-time. His theory was later proven by laboratory experiment, and instantaneous communication between particles, also called "non-locality," became a provable fact.
Already we have moved quite a distance from Newton. Instead of an empty three-dimensional spaced filled with billiard-ball-like pieces of matter, quantum physics portrays a universe that acts as a seamless whole, where each part communicates instantaneously with every other part, and is filled with waves of information that arise from levels outside of space-time. In a Newtonian world, the whole is the sum of the parts. In a quantum world, the whole oversees, and perhaps even creates, the parts. ~ May 25, 2007 @ 5:00 p.m.
This was my original post:
Impassioned
If you want to view me as nuts, be my guest!
Behind any good artist, poet, philosopher, inventor, musician, scientist, or visionary is passion. It is a fuel by which the imagination captures the surroundings and makes something of it. Perhaps the imagination tries to make sense or nonsense of that which not understood or is understood too well.
Drive (from fuel) can come in many forms. It can come from simple things such as looking at the clouds and seeing faces or diagrams and questioning it. Everything has a purpose and in an inquisitive mind maybe answers can be found amongst the various other questions that spring forth.
Being a visual person, imagine if you will an actual tree, family tree, or database linkage system. You start with one as the initial focal point. Example: YOU. What will happen next is you have two that you stem from and they have two and so on and so on and so on. Exploration is the same thing. You start with one factor and if the passion drives you, you will explore in detail that which you want to know. Example: Life.
When doing this, explore Newton's theory of relativity, use laws of economics, and Socratic method. You will discover that everything is intertwined and related and that everything needs contrast. You will find that even with an answer, there is a question or an opposite and that all things are possible. Note that your time is 100 percent and that if you focus in any specific area (tunnel vision), your other areas will suffer. Thus, in order to maintain balance, scatter your thoughts about. See how patterns form from things that may not seem obvious.
Creation Alpha Omega Alpha (zeros, circles, and eights):
It begins with a thought and is brought about by a process. Who is to say that we are not our own gods? We are like the earth and our components are approximately the same. Our matter is organic, but we are charged electrically. When one experiences heart stoppage, the use of shock brings us back to life. (Explore Mary Shelley and Frankenstein.) Brain waves are now used to determine death rather than heart stoppage. The brain is also electrically charged and uses neurotransmitters to make the body function. Example: Autonomic and Somatic functions. If one were to die, reflexes that would normally occur via a somatic function can be had via electric current to create animation of the human body. If one could jar an electric current where would it go upon release? I ask this question as I question death. Could it be said that our CURRENT leaves this plain for another? ~ Maggie ~ May 23, 2007 @ 1:07 p.m.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Is science in fact magick?
Fact or fiction?
Myth or legend?
Science or occult?
Some discoveries were thought of by madmen! Some where just plain old heretics.
Yesterday's fiction or dreams are today's reality.
What inventions, gizmos, gadgets or stories go through your mind that you have not seen developed into reality yet?
What can you engineer?
Where shall we go from here?
How about backwards?
The ancients have taken some of their secrets with them and unfortunately our wonderful new technology cannot replicate their works. How did they do it? Where questions lie, so too do answers. Explore!
A little note: Today's warfare is based on ancient tactics and ancient weapons. The ancients did possess hand grenades and an equivalent of napalm. Do you think Kevlar is new? You better check it out. What about pyramids and alchemy? Leonardo saw the flying machine long before Orville and Wilbur. Shelley saw electricity bring man to life and she wrote a story about it. Dig a little and get dirty. Aw come on...you can do it. As I said before, if you can think it, you can do it. LOL ~ Maggie ~ May 2, 2007 @ 5:17 p.m.
Listening to Wendy O. and the Plasmatics ~ Prisoners of the Damned
Myth or legend?
Science or occult?
Some discoveries were thought of by madmen! Some where just plain old heretics.
Yesterday's fiction or dreams are today's reality.
What inventions, gizmos, gadgets or stories go through your mind that you have not seen developed into reality yet?
What can you engineer?
Where shall we go from here?
How about backwards?
The ancients have taken some of their secrets with them and unfortunately our wonderful new technology cannot replicate their works. How did they do it? Where questions lie, so too do answers. Explore!
A little note: Today's warfare is based on ancient tactics and ancient weapons. The ancients did possess hand grenades and an equivalent of napalm. Do you think Kevlar is new? You better check it out. What about pyramids and alchemy? Leonardo saw the flying machine long before Orville and Wilbur. Shelley saw electricity bring man to life and she wrote a story about it. Dig a little and get dirty. Aw come on...you can do it. As I said before, if you can think it, you can do it. LOL ~ Maggie ~ May 2, 2007 @ 5:17 p.m.
Listening to Wendy O. and the Plasmatics ~ Prisoners of the Damned
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Feelings of Love
Memory serves as a reminder of how close a person can be even though they are so far. The brain captures much more than film and each replay is more beautiful than the last. Every facial and body gesture, every touch, every sharing and giving moment are warmly kept and bring smiles when least expected. The great part of memory is that it is always turned on and even in moments where the mind is occupied by other things because visions manage to come forth in the mind's eye. Miles can separate two bodies, but hearts and minds can bring them together.
After spending almost two days crying, I realize that there is reason to smile. Time played a trick on me and made me forget the flip side of love and that flip side is hurt. The hurt is not one of a broken heart or ill feelings: it is a good hurt of missing and longing. Therefore it is a driving force. A force that will hopefully reunite us. It warms my heart that he is out there and thinking of me as well.
My Prince climbs the highest mountains and walks the longest trails. He captures wild things and is gentle with them and returns them to their natural habitat. His touch is gentle yet strong. His kisses are passionate and sweet and his body is warm and loving. His eyes sparkle like magick stones and his hands are large and cover mine. When placed on my hips, I feel like he has all of me.
The greatest part of my Prince is that he is ALL THAT! He is not a pretender and is more REAL than anyone that I have ever met. The childlike qualities that I thought he had were surpassed in reality and he was able to capture my child as well. We played well together and without any friction. There was a humorous thing about pizza and because of my lack of cooperation, I missed out on his favorite pizza in Vancouver. From now on he has my total cooperation as he has not steered me wrong. Even grass juice was good! Yup, it tasted like fresh cut lawn. Without him, I would not have done much of what he had me experience. He gave me bigger balls than I already had. So what that I fell on my face and ass while I was with him. There can be joy in black and blue.
Adventure and exploration = experiencing, learning, loving, laughing, sharing, caring, smiling and crying. Yeah, I am owned.
I feel his bite on my neck and the sensations that it brings. The slight touch on the small of my back that winds me up. The gentle touch or nibble on my ear.
There are so many things that I can say about my Prince, however, words alone can never truly express everything I feel, think, and know about him.
Today brings doofy smiles and tears. The smiles are brought about from thinking about him and the tears are brought about from wanting him. Okay, so I am a wha wha baby. Am I a Barbie or Pink because I am romantic at heart? Hell NO! As mushy as I can be, I can also be a hard ass. However, I would never be a hard ass with him. He did see my hard ass side with others and he laughed. I did not need the disguise of makeup or done up hair. My nails are now tattered and my body is black and blue from my boyish adventures in pants, boots, and a hat sporting the drowned rat look and yet I felt beautiful.
I guess it is who you are with that can make you feel great about being alive. He made me feel alive and aware. He educated me in beauty of the natural kind...his kind and he is kind. I don't know if a fairer Prince can exist. It is highly doubted that anyone can even stand in his shadow.
Another great thing is that he let me be me yet encouraged me to overcome my fears. He did not treat me like a Barbie at all as he left me to strive for myself which was beneficial to me as he gave me strength. Nope, I was not babied and that was sooooo cool! That is equality! Shit man, he is the best.
Sure I would feel bad if he never wanted to see me again, but I would have to look at all the great things we experienced and shared and say it was beautiful and unforgettable nonetheless. There are no regrets as I am glowing!
Comfort is leaving the bathroom door open. Comfort is telling how something feels in detail. Comfort is sharing a mirror, cig, or some food. Comfort is falling asleep in someone's arms and waking the same way. Comfort is falling on your face and ass and not being embarrassed. Comfort is knowing we can be ourselves without criticism or argument. Comfort is acceptance.
Love is smiling and crying. Love is daydreams of beautiful things that money can't buy. Love is time spent by two. Love is holding hands in the rain. Love is touching his face and studying it. Love is Nathan my darling Prince.
I can't stop thinking about him and I am glad that I absorbed him. It seems that I am lost in my own thoughts. My mind spins backwards to him.
A man/boy and a woman/girl ~ A romance in the garden of Eden and the most beautiful falls. Our place is in the forest with the pixies, fairies, elves, dwarves, gnomes, wood sprites, and other magickal creatures.
Faith in someone is hard to come across and yet I trust him with my life. As his eyes closed behind the wheel, I did not panic or get angry. Regardless of the surroundings that could have led us to the grave, I had faith in him. As his copilot, I talked to him and helped to keep him alert, but I never feared that we would crash. Even if we had crashed and a marker of two crosses were put up for us (there were many death site markers along the way), I think that we would have died happy.
Touching his head felt like the softest velvet and I kept petting him. I studied his features with all my might so that in his absence, he would still be seen as three dimensional. Sure I have pictures of him, however, they are only two dimensional. I need to be able to see him and feel him even while we are apart and I have done a good job at drinking him up.
Creamy white delicious and soft as the finest silk is the tone of his skin. His features are like carved alabaster: beautifully formed and perfect. His eyes are most beautiful and reflect the sky. His chest is chiseled and manly, yet his actions are wonderfully boyish. The little tom girl in me loves him to death, but he needs to teach me balance so that I too may walk on fallen trees that lie across the stream in the forest. His balance is so amazing.
Can this all be a dream? If it is, I don't want to wake up. My head and heart are elevated to a higher stratosphere of beauty and appreciation. I slumber while awake in pillows of fantasy that are puffed high in the clouds upon a mountain top. I can kiss the sky, but I prefer to kiss him.
If I am mad as a hatter, then let me be and let my insanity reign supreme.
Oh glorious man god of supreme proportions
Grant me audience
This poor lowly servant girl
That I may look upon you and glorify you
You who walks on water
You who fears not
You who instills courage where there was fear
I pay homage to your graciousness
Thank you for kissing my tears
Delusional? No. Obsessed? No. Conscious and conscientious? Yes. I acknowledge all that I feel and it is like a high wire balancing act. The pain of separation and the joy of memory and/or reunion. I can't say that I would want to feel any other way.
A thought ignites sightings of wonderment
Childish and childlike aspirations bring lightness of heart
And rounds of flying as high as a kite
Only a small gust of wind is needed to take flight
The wings of an eagle are mighty
Yet so too are the wings of imagination
Extended and flexible
Each memory is like a feather
Bind the feathers and wings create flight
Zipping and soaring high above the tallest trees
Extraordinary and delectable are the trappings ~ Arachne ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on May 1, 2007
After spending almost two days crying, I realize that there is reason to smile. Time played a trick on me and made me forget the flip side of love and that flip side is hurt. The hurt is not one of a broken heart or ill feelings: it is a good hurt of missing and longing. Therefore it is a driving force. A force that will hopefully reunite us. It warms my heart that he is out there and thinking of me as well.
My Prince climbs the highest mountains and walks the longest trails. He captures wild things and is gentle with them and returns them to their natural habitat. His touch is gentle yet strong. His kisses are passionate and sweet and his body is warm and loving. His eyes sparkle like magick stones and his hands are large and cover mine. When placed on my hips, I feel like he has all of me.
The greatest part of my Prince is that he is ALL THAT! He is not a pretender and is more REAL than anyone that I have ever met. The childlike qualities that I thought he had were surpassed in reality and he was able to capture my child as well. We played well together and without any friction. There was a humorous thing about pizza and because of my lack of cooperation, I missed out on his favorite pizza in Vancouver. From now on he has my total cooperation as he has not steered me wrong. Even grass juice was good! Yup, it tasted like fresh cut lawn. Without him, I would not have done much of what he had me experience. He gave me bigger balls than I already had. So what that I fell on my face and ass while I was with him. There can be joy in black and blue.
Adventure and exploration = experiencing, learning, loving, laughing, sharing, caring, smiling and crying. Yeah, I am owned.
I feel his bite on my neck and the sensations that it brings. The slight touch on the small of my back that winds me up. The gentle touch or nibble on my ear.
There are so many things that I can say about my Prince, however, words alone can never truly express everything I feel, think, and know about him.
Today brings doofy smiles and tears. The smiles are brought about from thinking about him and the tears are brought about from wanting him. Okay, so I am a wha wha baby. Am I a Barbie or Pink because I am romantic at heart? Hell NO! As mushy as I can be, I can also be a hard ass. However, I would never be a hard ass with him. He did see my hard ass side with others and he laughed. I did not need the disguise of makeup or done up hair. My nails are now tattered and my body is black and blue from my boyish adventures in pants, boots, and a hat sporting the drowned rat look and yet I felt beautiful.
I guess it is who you are with that can make you feel great about being alive. He made me feel alive and aware. He educated me in beauty of the natural kind...his kind and he is kind. I don't know if a fairer Prince can exist. It is highly doubted that anyone can even stand in his shadow.
Another great thing is that he let me be me yet encouraged me to overcome my fears. He did not treat me like a Barbie at all as he left me to strive for myself which was beneficial to me as he gave me strength. Nope, I was not babied and that was sooooo cool! That is equality! Shit man, he is the best.
Sure I would feel bad if he never wanted to see me again, but I would have to look at all the great things we experienced and shared and say it was beautiful and unforgettable nonetheless. There are no regrets as I am glowing!
Comfort is leaving the bathroom door open. Comfort is telling how something feels in detail. Comfort is sharing a mirror, cig, or some food. Comfort is falling asleep in someone's arms and waking the same way. Comfort is falling on your face and ass and not being embarrassed. Comfort is knowing we can be ourselves without criticism or argument. Comfort is acceptance.
Love is smiling and crying. Love is daydreams of beautiful things that money can't buy. Love is time spent by two. Love is holding hands in the rain. Love is touching his face and studying it. Love is Nathan my darling Prince.
I can't stop thinking about him and I am glad that I absorbed him. It seems that I am lost in my own thoughts. My mind spins backwards to him.
A man/boy and a woman/girl ~ A romance in the garden of Eden and the most beautiful falls. Our place is in the forest with the pixies, fairies, elves, dwarves, gnomes, wood sprites, and other magickal creatures.
Faith in someone is hard to come across and yet I trust him with my life. As his eyes closed behind the wheel, I did not panic or get angry. Regardless of the surroundings that could have led us to the grave, I had faith in him. As his copilot, I talked to him and helped to keep him alert, but I never feared that we would crash. Even if we had crashed and a marker of two crosses were put up for us (there were many death site markers along the way), I think that we would have died happy.
Touching his head felt like the softest velvet and I kept petting him. I studied his features with all my might so that in his absence, he would still be seen as three dimensional. Sure I have pictures of him, however, they are only two dimensional. I need to be able to see him and feel him even while we are apart and I have done a good job at drinking him up.
Creamy white delicious and soft as the finest silk is the tone of his skin. His features are like carved alabaster: beautifully formed and perfect. His eyes are most beautiful and reflect the sky. His chest is chiseled and manly, yet his actions are wonderfully boyish. The little tom girl in me loves him to death, but he needs to teach me balance so that I too may walk on fallen trees that lie across the stream in the forest. His balance is so amazing.
Can this all be a dream? If it is, I don't want to wake up. My head and heart are elevated to a higher stratosphere of beauty and appreciation. I slumber while awake in pillows of fantasy that are puffed high in the clouds upon a mountain top. I can kiss the sky, but I prefer to kiss him.
If I am mad as a hatter, then let me be and let my insanity reign supreme.
Oh glorious man god of supreme proportions
Grant me audience
This poor lowly servant girl
That I may look upon you and glorify you
You who walks on water
You who fears not
You who instills courage where there was fear
I pay homage to your graciousness
Thank you for kissing my tears
Delusional? No. Obsessed? No. Conscious and conscientious? Yes. I acknowledge all that I feel and it is like a high wire balancing act. The pain of separation and the joy of memory and/or reunion. I can't say that I would want to feel any other way.
A thought ignites sightings of wonderment
Childish and childlike aspirations bring lightness of heart
And rounds of flying as high as a kite
Only a small gust of wind is needed to take flight
The wings of an eagle are mighty
Yet so too are the wings of imagination
Extended and flexible
Each memory is like a feather
Bind the feathers and wings create flight
Zipping and soaring high above the tallest trees
Extraordinary and delectable are the trappings ~ Arachne ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on May 1, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
IN TUNE:
You can tell when you are in tune with someone when your e-mail is zooming to their e-mailbox as their e-mail is zooming through cyberspace and your e-mailbox. This is called being in sync. Now let's take this a bit further...imagine this if you will...the beginning subject matter is the same ex: 911. So you have two people thinking about each other at the very same moment and thinking about a similar subject. Let's go even further. Not only were we in sync, but the e-mail to me from him dealt with synchronicity. Thinking of a person at the same time they are thinking of you and then receiving something that deals with synchronicity and 9/11 makes me wonder if in fact telepathy is possible between two of like minds.
BTW, one e-mail went through at 9:11 p.m. and one was returned 7:11 p.m (two hour time difference). As numbers were discussed it was wondered why 911, an emergency number and known even to children would also never be forgotten as the DATE 9/11: the day the WTC fell. As 7/11 is a convenience store, I would probably want a chimmichanga (sp?) As 411 is information, I want it before I require 911 emergency assistance.
Going to bed now... April 12, 2007 11:47
Note: As I typed my date in, I made a slip up to note April 21, 2007 @ 11:47 p.m. I wonder if that will be the exact time we meet on that date. The plane does arrive at 11:32 p.m. Sync?
BTW, one e-mail went through at 9:11 p.m. and one was returned 7:11 p.m (two hour time difference). As numbers were discussed it was wondered why 911, an emergency number and known even to children would also never be forgotten as the DATE 9/11: the day the WTC fell. As 7/11 is a convenience store, I would probably want a chimmichanga (sp?) As 411 is information, I want it before I require 911 emergency assistance.
Going to bed now... April 12, 2007 11:47
Note: As I typed my date in, I made a slip up to note April 21, 2007 @ 11:47 p.m. I wonder if that will be the exact time we meet on that date. The plane does arrive at 11:32 p.m. Sync?
Friday, April 20, 2007
Pissed:
If a person is consistent in not keeping their word, the law of averages/probability will indicate that the same pattern will reoccur. This is happening now. After two screaming matches on the phone (me doing all the screaming as he was pissing me the fuck off) and me telling him "you don’t even have a foundation or leg to stand on so you best get your ass in gear if you even expect the title friend or at minimal associate." I don’t want a lame ass bitch man who verges on friendship hoping for more when his word is worth shit. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck nor a rat’s ass either way.
To even have the audacity to say I was needy? WTF? My direct quoted answer to that was:
Arachne says (8:51 PM):
I don't need you or any cock sucker. You know?
Arachne says (8:52 PM):
w/e
Arachne says (8:53 PM):
Clean your ears and when you have enough REASON in your head, talk to me then. Otherwise, bug off.
Arachne says (8:59 PM):
I would have to love you first. I don't even trust you as far as I could throw you. With not too much effort, I could throw your ass pretty damn far.
Arachne says (9:01 PM):
Well, you best get yourself a lap dog.
Arachne says (9:01 PM):
In addition, I don't NEED squat. I hope that is quite clear.
His responses were left out so not to embarrass him.
- Maggie ~ Nov. 20, 2007 @ 10:36 p.m. EST.
P.S.: His ass shouldn't be worrying about which male friends I hang with. If he is not man enough to hang out as a human being, then I don't know.
ADDENDUM: Some guys DESERVE the title of DICK!
To even have the audacity to say I was needy? WTF? My direct quoted answer to that was:
Arachne says (8:51 PM):
I don't need you or any cock sucker. You know?
Arachne says (8:52 PM):
w/e
Arachne says (8:53 PM):
Clean your ears and when you have enough REASON in your head, talk to me then. Otherwise, bug off.
Arachne says (8:59 PM):
I would have to love you first. I don't even trust you as far as I could throw you. With not too much effort, I could throw your ass pretty damn far.
Arachne says (9:01 PM):
Well, you best get yourself a lap dog.
Arachne says (9:01 PM):
In addition, I don't NEED squat. I hope that is quite clear.
His responses were left out so not to embarrass him.
- Maggie ~ Nov. 20, 2007 @ 10:36 p.m. EST.
P.S.: His ass shouldn't be worrying about which male friends I hang with. If he is not man enough to hang out as a human being, then I don't know.
ADDENDUM: Some guys DESERVE the title of DICK!
Beauty Off the Charts~
Encapsulated in timeless beauty, is a wonderful Prince who lives in the evergreen forest. From atop a mountain, the mighty Prince holds the world in one hand and a bolt of lightening in the other. The hand that holds the world does so in a manner that allows the sphere to rotate correctly on its axis ensuring life's continuance. The hand that holds the lightening bolt, clutches fiercely at it knowing the power the bolt possesses to create and destroy. However, there is equilibrium in his poise.
Elves whisper and pixies dances to a tune played by wood sprites' wings. His domain is lushly populated by large old trees and green moss carpet. The fragrant smell of pine, cedar, and fresh rain fill the air with a magickal mist that sprays its youth giving properties to all that enter within the realm. However, the entrance is limited. In the distance, water rolls around on rock beautifully draping the mountain side like a bride's veil blowing in the wind. Using the power of his mind, his striking and piercing blue eyes hold the sphere and bolt in place while his hands fill two vessels with fluid. His moves are graceful and balanced as is his spirit. The two could not be more intertwined and majestic.
Ever magickal, I can only look up in awe of his rare and un-daunting beauty and wonder how? Yet, for everything, there is a purpose...
Purple flowers picked and pressed
Wood from a beaver's mouth
Waters from the veil
Gloves from a mighty hand
The gift of fire
Sharing of food from dish to dish
A bracelet from another's wrist
A half blind raccoon almost bite
A small black bear just in sight
Some deer, goat, and geese...
A snail. A crab. A little fish...
Boyish grin and sleepy eyes
Tasteful and healthy
Encouraging words spoken and I hopped the rocks to the island
Magickal hands laid on my body
Sprinkled with love, time, understanding, silence, and touch...
What a recipe for beauty!!!
Dedicated to Nathan! ~ Arachne ~ April 30, 2007 @ 2:46 p.m.
Elves whisper and pixies dances to a tune played by wood sprites' wings. His domain is lushly populated by large old trees and green moss carpet. The fragrant smell of pine, cedar, and fresh rain fill the air with a magickal mist that sprays its youth giving properties to all that enter within the realm. However, the entrance is limited. In the distance, water rolls around on rock beautifully draping the mountain side like a bride's veil blowing in the wind. Using the power of his mind, his striking and piercing blue eyes hold the sphere and bolt in place while his hands fill two vessels with fluid. His moves are graceful and balanced as is his spirit. The two could not be more intertwined and majestic.
Ever magickal, I can only look up in awe of his rare and un-daunting beauty and wonder how? Yet, for everything, there is a purpose...
Purple flowers picked and pressed
Wood from a beaver's mouth
Waters from the veil
Gloves from a mighty hand
The gift of fire
Sharing of food from dish to dish
A bracelet from another's wrist
A half blind raccoon almost bite
A small black bear just in sight
Some deer, goat, and geese...
A snail. A crab. A little fish...
Boyish grin and sleepy eyes
Tasteful and healthy
Encouraging words spoken and I hopped the rocks to the island
Magickal hands laid on my body
Sprinkled with love, time, understanding, silence, and touch...
What a recipe for beauty!!!
Dedicated to Nathan! ~ Arachne ~ April 30, 2007 @ 2:46 p.m.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Entangled Breath of an Angel
In exhale, an entangled angel breathes speech
A breath of mild linguistics
Is caught in a wisp of wind
Obscurely sailing off
Hark! Silence draws upon the hallow souls
Tis naught themselves that they seek
But that of the entangled dying cherub
Alas, the hallow are left to die
Rather bleak outlook huh? Well, the words may be formed by me, however, my belief system strays from the norm. ~ Arachne ~ 4/18/07 @ 7:56 p.m.
A breath of mild linguistics
Is caught in a wisp of wind
Obscurely sailing off
Hark! Silence draws upon the hallow souls
Tis naught themselves that they seek
But that of the entangled dying cherub
Alas, the hallow are left to die
Rather bleak outlook huh? Well, the words may be formed by me, however, my belief system strays from the norm. ~ Arachne ~ 4/18/07 @ 7:56 p.m.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Border Crossing
On Friday, April 13th at approximately 4:45 p.m. I was at U.S. Customs. As is customary, I gave my band card and was readying my car registration for view and verification by the officer.
The first question he asked was the purpose of my trip so I told him that I was going to visit my daughter in Brooklyn.
He then asked what my citizenship was. Being the sly fox that I am, I stated that I was born in Brooklyn thereby letting him assume, but I did not claim citizenship. He questioned if I was claiming American citizenship and I said: Nah. He then asked if I was claiming native citizenship and I said: Yup. He then asked for a run down on my clan and family tree which I was more than happy to provide. After all the jabber, I told him that I had beer and blah blah blah in the car to which he replied: "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" He did not even bother to check into the car. Hell, could have had automatic weapons or nuclear bombs, but he didn't give a shit.
His line of questioning, leds me to believe that perhaps a leg to stand on could be had if more people claim independence from citizenship to either country (U.S. / Canada). As our homeland and people exist on both sides of THEIR border, the issue of citizenship to any country should be MOOT. Our problems are not theirs and we should not be forced to claim one or the other in order to see our loved ones.
Can government divide families as was done in the civil war? Can we be made to pick sides? The answer is NO. We must choose to stand tall, strong, and united as a people. We are of this continent and claim no ownership of land as ownership of land is not our way. Ownership of land is a white concept and not a native one.
Don't be fooled by your council chief(s) into believing that you must get a passport and claim citizenship as that is a ploy to gain more U.S./Canadian citizens and to decrease the sovereign people of the Haudenosaunee. Once again this is a land grab issue as once there are no more native people occupying the territory, the territory reverts back to the crown.
Your council does not act in your best interest and they never have. It is time to stand up for your rights. Speak up and out for what you believe and then act upon it. Know that united we stand strong and divided we fall. They are looking for division so we need to surprise them. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on April 17, 2007
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The first question he asked was the purpose of my trip so I told him that I was going to visit my daughter in Brooklyn.
He then asked what my citizenship was. Being the sly fox that I am, I stated that I was born in Brooklyn thereby letting him assume, but I did not claim citizenship. He questioned if I was claiming American citizenship and I said: Nah. He then asked if I was claiming native citizenship and I said: Yup. He then asked for a run down on my clan and family tree which I was more than happy to provide. After all the jabber, I told him that I had beer and blah blah blah in the car to which he replied: "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" He did not even bother to check into the car. Hell, could have had automatic weapons or nuclear bombs, but he didn't give a shit.
His line of questioning, leds me to believe that perhaps a leg to stand on could be had if more people claim independence from citizenship to either country (U.S. / Canada). As our homeland and people exist on both sides of THEIR border, the issue of citizenship to any country should be MOOT. Our problems are not theirs and we should not be forced to claim one or the other in order to see our loved ones.
Can government divide families as was done in the civil war? Can we be made to pick sides? The answer is NO. We must choose to stand tall, strong, and united as a people. We are of this continent and claim no ownership of land as ownership of land is not our way. Ownership of land is a white concept and not a native one.
Don't be fooled by your council chief(s) into believing that you must get a passport and claim citizenship as that is a ploy to gain more U.S./Canadian citizens and to decrease the sovereign people of the Haudenosaunee. Once again this is a land grab issue as once there are no more native people occupying the territory, the territory reverts back to the crown.
Your council does not act in your best interest and they never have. It is time to stand up for your rights. Speak up and out for what you believe and then act upon it. Know that united we stand strong and divided we fall. They are looking for division so we need to surprise them. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on April 17, 2007
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Monday, April 16, 2007
Friday the 13th Meets Nightmare on Elm Street
People, driving through this storm was no joke. Check out the last article below to see that it was a rain record breaker!
Although I left ½ hour later than I had expected, I arrived in Saratoga in 3 hours and 15 minutes. That is pretty good since the road was crawling with state troopers. After hanging with my friend and his family and having the DAMNED BEST HOME MADE PIZZA EVER, I attempted to continue my trip to Brooklyn. As the exit to Saratoga is 26 miles from the NYS Thruway ticket toll plaza which is approximately where Albany is, I was half way through my trip. I was approximately 30 miles from the city limits at the payment toll plaza in Harriman, NY, when I realized that I did not have my wallet. In order for me to reach someone, I had to drive to Ramapo to see if I could reach anyone. As I did not have any money, ID, license, or bank card , I tried to called folks collect and everyone's phone did not accept collect calls...except mom's, however, she was on the phone and could not be reached. Although I did try emergency interrupt, they don't do that through the Verison payphone system. By this time I was almost crying out of frustration as I was not sure what to do next. Ah ha! I shall call a cop. 911 was dialed and the details of the problem were relayed to the officer who was real sweet and connected me with the state police. After reiterating my problem with the state police, the officer called my friend who said YES, the wallet was there. The officer was nice enough to give my friend the number where I was at and he called me back. After speaking with him, I advised him that I would be returning to get it and should be there in a few hours. I headed to exit 15 (Suffern, NY) to turn around and head back.
Mind you, my exit to go to Brooklyn was 13 S. Yup, I was ½ hour away from Brooklyn.
By the time I arrived at his house, it was around 1:30 a.m. and I was flustered beyond belief. After two more helpings of delicious pizza, I crashed out.
Around 8:30 a.m. I woke and gave thanks to my friend for being so wonderful and headed out once again. Even though there was traffic heading into Manhattan and Brooklyn, Saturday April 14, 2007 was a gorgeous day full of warmth and sunshine.
Nix and I did some shopping in Brooklyn for a bit and then headed out to the Village for dinner and some shopping. In an effort to save time, I opted for a parking lot rather than look for a spot (which could take hours). Nix and I went to Panchito's for the finest Mexican food around. As we did not want to walk with the food, we went back to the parking lot and asked if we could put it in the car. The guy said sure and had us get into a another car that was being parked and we road the gauntlet of the gutted building which used to house a stable downstairs which was probably was a livery or other type of business. Let me just say, that it was a scary drive inside that building.
After the dump off of the food was made, Nix and I walked toward W8th and met Rico Fonesca and I bought a copy of his painting which he so sweetly signed. Rico is as much a part of the Village as the very streets themselves. He is against what he sees and what he portrays in paint speaks for itself. I would have loved to buy his poster entitled RICH/POOR as it spoke a thousand words. Rico has been on MacDougal Street near Washington Square for as long as I can remember. It is always a pleasure to stop and talk with him for awhile.
Although we did not get to hit everyplace we wanted to hit that night, we did get a few things and decided I would be cool to get tattooed together so we headed to back to Brooklyn. However, we had to get the car from the parking lot. When I went to pay, I almost shit as 3 hours cost me $45. Therefore, dinner cost me $120.
Anyway, we went to Michael Angelo's tattoo parlor and saw that there were people standing outside. Nix yelled out to them "is there a lot of people inside?" One of the guys answered back "uh huh" so Nix said "a lot lot?" and he replied "uh huh." Mikey is a great artist, however it is first come first serve and if your name is not on the board early enough, you just may sit there all night and never get seen. Nix suggested that we go to Brooklyn Ink so I went for it. After getting there and looking at all the sucky tatts that were available, I saw two that I figured could be incorporated. However, that major ass of an artist who is UNKNOWN to me wanted to charge $60 for a 1 ½ inch black widow. As far as I am concerned, he could go fuck himself as he would have to ink me in GOLD for that price. That schmuck is a NOBODY and I hope he goes out of business.
Upon getting back to Nix's apartment, I called Nathan and we spoke for a bit, but Gracie came to the door looking for me so I had to hang up and go hang out. At around 1:00 a.m. I went back to Nix's place to finally get some sleep and just as I closed my eyes, I saw a car accident. Mind you, I was not sleeping yet.
When I awoke at 8:30 a.m. a heavy rain was coming down and I tried to wake Nix to tell her that we better get done what needs to get done right now. As she was not ready to get up, I went downstairs to have a smoke and my head started to spin and I was starting to feel faint. As I got back upstairs, I just made it to the couch, and I passed out for 3 hours.
Nix woke me around 11:30 a.m. and I was very anxious to leave as I saw that we were experiencing a storm. She checked the internet and sure enough, a Nor-Easter was bogging down the a number of states with floods and snow. For sure I had to leave ASAP, however, Nix had things that NEEDED to be done before I left. Therefore, my ass was not on the road home until 2:20 p.m.
The FDR was like a river and the traffic was bad. There were times when I could not see as my windshield was flooded with water and my wipers were on high. People were hydroplaning out of control and it was a complete mess trying to get out of the city. I had thought the open road would offer some relief, but I was wrong. As I entered the Palisades Parkway, it started to snow and the roads were a mix of snow, ice, and water. Visibility was about 50 feet. Not very good driving conditions. However, I at least had the benefit of light. I wish the same could be said about Interstate 87 as I was driving in the dark with snow blowing straight onto me as I watched accident upon accident and people going out of control. Although most were doing about 35 miles per hour, it was very hazardous driving conditions.
My nerves were totally shot even before I reached Glens Falls. As I needed a break and wanted someone to know where I was, I called mom and told her in case I don't make it back, I love you and I hung up.
I stopped caring and started to drive faster as I so much wanted to get home one way or the other so I passed every sucker on the road and thought it is better to drive into the mountain than off of it. There was no road to be seen and it was a fake out drive with hope to live to see tomorrow. I was in charge of me and I did not want to be near other cars. I know and rely on my driving ability, but I don't know and can't rely on theirs. There were so many people in ditches and so many accidents, I had to stay alert and have eyes in back of my head.
Although it was a bitch driving blind on the I87, it was worse driving in Quebec. I thought that the land of ice and snow would have cleared the roads, but NOOOOOOOOO. It was a fucking mess. A single lane was kind of cleared and the single file was doing 25 mph. I did try to pass, but the passing lane was too snow covered to get into.
After 10 hours of shit and hell, I made it home in one piece and without a dent. However, I did resemble a chiwawa(sp?) in the back of a low rider as I was shaking so much.
So much for my weekend! Pish. ~ Arachne ~ April 16, 2007 at 10:23 p.m.
Although I left ½ hour later than I had expected, I arrived in Saratoga in 3 hours and 15 minutes. That is pretty good since the road was crawling with state troopers. After hanging with my friend and his family and having the DAMNED BEST HOME MADE PIZZA EVER, I attempted to continue my trip to Brooklyn. As the exit to Saratoga is 26 miles from the NYS Thruway ticket toll plaza which is approximately where Albany is, I was half way through my trip. I was approximately 30 miles from the city limits at the payment toll plaza in Harriman, NY, when I realized that I did not have my wallet. In order for me to reach someone, I had to drive to Ramapo to see if I could reach anyone. As I did not have any money, ID, license, or bank card , I tried to called folks collect and everyone's phone did not accept collect calls...except mom's, however, she was on the phone and could not be reached. Although I did try emergency interrupt, they don't do that through the Verison payphone system. By this time I was almost crying out of frustration as I was not sure what to do next. Ah ha! I shall call a cop. 911 was dialed and the details of the problem were relayed to the officer who was real sweet and connected me with the state police. After reiterating my problem with the state police, the officer called my friend who said YES, the wallet was there. The officer was nice enough to give my friend the number where I was at and he called me back. After speaking with him, I advised him that I would be returning to get it and should be there in a few hours. I headed to exit 15 (Suffern, NY) to turn around and head back.
Mind you, my exit to go to Brooklyn was 13 S. Yup, I was ½ hour away from Brooklyn.
By the time I arrived at his house, it was around 1:30 a.m. and I was flustered beyond belief. After two more helpings of delicious pizza, I crashed out.
Around 8:30 a.m. I woke and gave thanks to my friend for being so wonderful and headed out once again. Even though there was traffic heading into Manhattan and Brooklyn, Saturday April 14, 2007 was a gorgeous day full of warmth and sunshine.
Nix and I did some shopping in Brooklyn for a bit and then headed out to the Village for dinner and some shopping. In an effort to save time, I opted for a parking lot rather than look for a spot (which could take hours). Nix and I went to Panchito's for the finest Mexican food around. As we did not want to walk with the food, we went back to the parking lot and asked if we could put it in the car. The guy said sure and had us get into a another car that was being parked and we road the gauntlet of the gutted building which used to house a stable downstairs which was probably was a livery or other type of business. Let me just say, that it was a scary drive inside that building.
After the dump off of the food was made, Nix and I walked toward W8th and met Rico Fonesca and I bought a copy of his painting which he so sweetly signed. Rico is as much a part of the Village as the very streets themselves. He is against what he sees and what he portrays in paint speaks for itself. I would have loved to buy his poster entitled RICH/POOR as it spoke a thousand words. Rico has been on MacDougal Street near Washington Square for as long as I can remember. It is always a pleasure to stop and talk with him for awhile.
Although we did not get to hit everyplace we wanted to hit that night, we did get a few things and decided I would be cool to get tattooed together so we headed to back to Brooklyn. However, we had to get the car from the parking lot. When I went to pay, I almost shit as 3 hours cost me $45. Therefore, dinner cost me $120.
Anyway, we went to Michael Angelo's tattoo parlor and saw that there were people standing outside. Nix yelled out to them "is there a lot of people inside?" One of the guys answered back "uh huh" so Nix said "a lot lot?" and he replied "uh huh." Mikey is a great artist, however it is first come first serve and if your name is not on the board early enough, you just may sit there all night and never get seen. Nix suggested that we go to Brooklyn Ink so I went for it. After getting there and looking at all the sucky tatts that were available, I saw two that I figured could be incorporated. However, that major ass of an artist who is UNKNOWN to me wanted to charge $60 for a 1 ½ inch black widow. As far as I am concerned, he could go fuck himself as he would have to ink me in GOLD for that price. That schmuck is a NOBODY and I hope he goes out of business.
Upon getting back to Nix's apartment, I called Nathan and we spoke for a bit, but Gracie came to the door looking for me so I had to hang up and go hang out. At around 1:00 a.m. I went back to Nix's place to finally get some sleep and just as I closed my eyes, I saw a car accident. Mind you, I was not sleeping yet.
When I awoke at 8:30 a.m. a heavy rain was coming down and I tried to wake Nix to tell her that we better get done what needs to get done right now. As she was not ready to get up, I went downstairs to have a smoke and my head started to spin and I was starting to feel faint. As I got back upstairs, I just made it to the couch, and I passed out for 3 hours.
Nix woke me around 11:30 a.m. and I was very anxious to leave as I saw that we were experiencing a storm. She checked the internet and sure enough, a Nor-Easter was bogging down the a number of states with floods and snow. For sure I had to leave ASAP, however, Nix had things that NEEDED to be done before I left. Therefore, my ass was not on the road home until 2:20 p.m.
The FDR was like a river and the traffic was bad. There were times when I could not see as my windshield was flooded with water and my wipers were on high. People were hydroplaning out of control and it was a complete mess trying to get out of the city. I had thought the open road would offer some relief, but I was wrong. As I entered the Palisades Parkway, it started to snow and the roads were a mix of snow, ice, and water. Visibility was about 50 feet. Not very good driving conditions. However, I at least had the benefit of light. I wish the same could be said about Interstate 87 as I was driving in the dark with snow blowing straight onto me as I watched accident upon accident and people going out of control. Although most were doing about 35 miles per hour, it was very hazardous driving conditions.
My nerves were totally shot even before I reached Glens Falls. As I needed a break and wanted someone to know where I was, I called mom and told her in case I don't make it back, I love you and I hung up.
I stopped caring and started to drive faster as I so much wanted to get home one way or the other so I passed every sucker on the road and thought it is better to drive into the mountain than off of it. There was no road to be seen and it was a fake out drive with hope to live to see tomorrow. I was in charge of me and I did not want to be near other cars. I know and rely on my driving ability, but I don't know and can't rely on theirs. There were so many people in ditches and so many accidents, I had to stay alert and have eyes in back of my head.
Although it was a bitch driving blind on the I87, it was worse driving in Quebec. I thought that the land of ice and snow would have cleared the roads, but NOOOOOOOOO. It was a fucking mess. A single lane was kind of cleared and the single file was doing 25 mph. I did try to pass, but the passing lane was too snow covered to get into.
After 10 hours of shit and hell, I made it home in one piece and without a dent. However, I did resemble a chiwawa(sp?) in the back of a low rider as I was shaking so much.
So much for my weekend! Pish. ~ Arachne ~ April 16, 2007 at 10:23 p.m.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Thinking of my MA once again...
As much as I want my MA in history, it does seem wasteful to have to get a second BA to do so. Perhaps I can find a program that is willing to test my knowledge of history and give credit for previously acquired knowledge. If it is a paper they want, a paper is what they will get. If it is a matter of multiple choice or an interview with a professor, so be it. However, the want and need to acquire more knowledge is irking me.
It is not that I wish to make money with my degree as that is not what I seek from my credentials. More so, I seek satisfaction via self fulfillment and the sharing of knowledge. My goal has always been my Ph.D. and as I am not yet dead, that dream could and may be fulfilled.
A master's proposal was written for my alma mater Goddard College last year, however, I think I would much prefer the structure of another private institution in the United States (NY or VT) that will offer me small night classes with student participation and interaction. What I seek is not so much a boring lecture, but more at artful presentation of history and the WHYs behind the occurrences. If thought upon correctly, I would need to major in history and minor in interdisciplinary studies to see the full picture.
Call me a buffoon if you will, but I like to learn for the sake of doing so. ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 5:08 p.m.
It is not that I wish to make money with my degree as that is not what I seek from my credentials. More so, I seek satisfaction via self fulfillment and the sharing of knowledge. My goal has always been my Ph.D. and as I am not yet dead, that dream could and may be fulfilled.
A master's proposal was written for my alma mater Goddard College last year, however, I think I would much prefer the structure of another private institution in the United States (NY or VT) that will offer me small night classes with student participation and interaction. What I seek is not so much a boring lecture, but more at artful presentation of history and the WHYs behind the occurrences. If thought upon correctly, I would need to major in history and minor in interdisciplinary studies to see the full picture.
Call me a buffoon if you will, but I like to learn for the sake of doing so. ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 5:08 p.m.
CLIT ~vs~ PENIS and PENIS ~vs~ CLIT
Women, you know that your clit is special to you right? Maybe guys are not too sure what to do with it huh? Maybe? Now I don’t know how many of you think like me or have thought about this before, but take a nice up close and personal look at your clit or your friend’s and describe it. Does it look familiar to you even if real small? It swells when excited and twitches right? It has a hood? Are you catching on yet?
Men, you guys worry too much about dick size. That shit between a woman’s legs that you are not too sure what to do with is just a TEENY TINY PENIS. Yup. Look at it again boys. Granted we don’t have BALLS, but as we have estrogen, so do you. As you have testosterone, so do we. Guess, what? If a woman were to have a sex change, the hormones would enlarge her clit to be a penis.
So, when you are down there rug munching and she is FAKING orgasm, pretend to suck cock and make her really cum!!! At least you don’t have to deep throat it as your lips will do just fine!!
Before I head to Calgary, I will be doing some plumbing in my house as I am bringing my DIAL-O-MATIC shower massage with me. Ah, don’t worry I have the okay to bring it. Do I have a water fetish? NAH ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 2:27 a.m.
Men, you guys worry too much about dick size. That shit between a woman’s legs that you are not too sure what to do with is just a TEENY TINY PENIS. Yup. Look at it again boys. Granted we don’t have BALLS, but as we have estrogen, so do you. As you have testosterone, so do we. Guess, what? If a woman were to have a sex change, the hormones would enlarge her clit to be a penis.
So, when you are down there rug munching and she is FAKING orgasm, pretend to suck cock and make her really cum!!! At least you don’t have to deep throat it as your lips will do just fine!!
Before I head to Calgary, I will be doing some plumbing in my house as I am bringing my DIAL-O-MATIC shower massage with me. Ah, don’t worry I have the okay to bring it. Do I have a water fetish? NAH ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 2:27 a.m.
NEO
Abstract in structure so much so that visuals can be made upon verbiage. Spirals of notions play in the synapse causing playfulness and creativity. Mind open enormous to data spoken or viewed is captured and all is understood. NEO NEO NEO!!! ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 12:05 a.m.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Spidey Senses
My spidey senses are tingling. They scream WARNING WARNING!!! The eyes that are in back of my head are wide open and scoping with magnification. My ears are listening to every little blip and beep looking for error. My spine is in relaxed mode until the need to strike is necessary. Maybe I won't have to wind the coil part of my noose all the way if I am wrong. Perhaps I can just leave it partially constructed until the platform is complete as the floor needs to drop out for the body to swing. ~ MAX a/k/a Maggie ~ April 9, 2007 @ 8:26 p.m.
For OrpheusObject~ Celebrating Your Death In Regard to the Stiff:
When seeking a body double, you would need someone who is similar in height, weight, and body type. The blood type would need to be the same. The DNA would have to be similar (family member). Pull the teeth of your victim so that dental records can't be matched and cut off fingertips to ensure that fingerprints can't be lifted. Think about whether you have any broken bones or other medical data (i.e., diabetes, hepatitis, arthritis) as that would help to prove/disprove identity. Think forensically.
Murder & Arson:
After you murder your body double and remove internal organs, teeth, and fingertips (it has to look like the work of a psycho), fill the abdominal cavity with gasoline or other flammable liquid. Pour the same flammable liquid all over the crime scene as well and in other rooms to heat the place up. Take some gun powder and create a small line that leads to your exit and then strike a match and let it rip. You should hear a WHOOSH sound.
What is left of your body double can then be cremated so that we may celebrate and be merry at your death party!
That is called having your cake and eating too. *snicker ~ Maggie ~ April 9, 2007 @ 5:00 p.m.
Murder & Arson:
After you murder your body double and remove internal organs, teeth, and fingertips (it has to look like the work of a psycho), fill the abdominal cavity with gasoline or other flammable liquid. Pour the same flammable liquid all over the crime scene as well and in other rooms to heat the place up. Take some gun powder and create a small line that leads to your exit and then strike a match and let it rip. You should hear a WHOOSH sound.
What is left of your body double can then be cremated so that we may celebrate and be merry at your death party!
That is called having your cake and eating too. *snicker ~ Maggie ~ April 9, 2007 @ 5:00 p.m.
Friday, April 6, 2007
A Conversation With My Mother
Mom called and we were talking bullshit and then she starts talking about getting life insurance for her burial. So I asked her what do you care, you'll be dead. This part of the conversation really got me going especially when she said that she wants to make sure that everyone has sandwiches. I was like WTF? When I asked her why she cared if they ate or not and she got real mad and said that people ate sandwiches at her mother's and her grandmother's funeral. She knows that I don't give a rat's ass if anyone eats at the funeral or not. I told her it is a funeral and not a picnic. Funerals are so bogus. When I asked if she wanted the crusts cut off the bread, she hung up on me and I was rolling on the floor laughing. ~ Maggie ~ April 6, 2007 @ 8:37 p.m.
I forgot to include the part where she said: It is my funeral and I want sandwiches. Isn't that a retarded thought that she is still going to be worried about what others think even after she is dead. BIZARRE!!!!
I forgot to include the part where she said: It is my funeral and I want sandwiches. Isn't that a retarded thought that she is still going to be worried about what others think even after she is dead. BIZARRE!!!!
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
DIVISIONS:
We are all members of the human race
And shouldn't look at color to judge a face
When we bleed, we bleed the same
Divisions come by giving names
Are you black, white, red, or yellow?
Aren't we all of the same fellow?
If we were all literally blind
Perhaps we would judge based on mind
Liking a person for who they are
And not what is VIEWED would ban the bar
The elderly are OLD, but have much to give
In the stories they tell of the life they have lived
Yet more oft than not, they are cast aside
As who has time for the old if not wise?
What if our brother or sister were gay?
Would we throw our relationship away?
Really we are not all so different from them
As one loves women and the other men
If looked at real close, we are all the same
Unfortunately, most of us are not humane ~ Maggie 4/3/07 @ 4:54 p.m.
Can prejudice be put aside in any sense of the word? Does everything have to be superficial and conformed? Political correctness does not equate with equality on any level.
And shouldn't look at color to judge a face
When we bleed, we bleed the same
Divisions come by giving names
Are you black, white, red, or yellow?
Aren't we all of the same fellow?
If we were all literally blind
Perhaps we would judge based on mind
Liking a person for who they are
And not what is VIEWED would ban the bar
The elderly are OLD, but have much to give
In the stories they tell of the life they have lived
Yet more oft than not, they are cast aside
As who has time for the old if not wise?
What if our brother or sister were gay?
Would we throw our relationship away?
Really we are not all so different from them
As one loves women and the other men
If looked at real close, we are all the same
Unfortunately, most of us are not humane ~ Maggie 4/3/07 @ 4:54 p.m.
Can prejudice be put aside in any sense of the word? Does everything have to be superficial and conformed? Political correctness does not equate with equality on any level.
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