Late Bloomer

If Fame Then Famine

2011-07-29T18:38:00.001-04:00

1930--IF - equal increase in the decaying vigor of our own uncreative epoch; then--
"Mediocre artist in a mediocre time
Problem can never be solved by conscious deliberation and decision collective social basis
"What is it" if not religious; genius-religion: Sex, drugs and Rock n' Roll
Electronic reality porn
Dating unburdened - no face 2 face
Science- bit by bit
Social Media is a farce?
Individualization into collective: studies from 1905 world outlook 1930 to Present
Girl with vase 1930- blogspot surf
Art of 1930's in answer to out pouring of ideologies of 1899-1911 put into practice
(first attempt)
Refined 1990's -2000 (1900 "Birth of the Ologies" psychology, sociology, anthropology,
geology, ) as a whole "funeral oration" stream on tumblr- expression of particular form of
life(chthonic) Ideal vs. Real Art not to express himself/herself, but to get to know
himself/herself by it(art); Art as confession- baby boomer's children tell all; whereas,
baby boomer himself/herself kept inner parts hidden in contrast to outer parts not hidden;
"Simply lacks the collective and social ideology which might make expression of his/her
personality Artistic in the sense of earlier epochs" pg 390; Otto Rank
Ibsen-- elaboration on destructive problem more confess more self discovery less can
he/she create or even live since illusions are necessary for both-- 60's an illusion? Or,
loss of it?
New structures of Personality 2000 on ; filled with tattoos; piercing, nudity, trans gender,
vulva envy, push of Gay Rights 1975-2011/after 9/11/01; trillions on war, tolerance
religion sexuality ideology has taken on (individualism in Art) the form very like that of
a neurosis.
Complex now-- Artist must be business man success and fame are the problem of how the
artist can separate the two.
Totality tendency diluted intensify conflict; create more neurosis, interaction of
individual and society-- cocoon-- collective phenomenon group or community opposes
individual-- mass exodus to Face book at the cost o9f privacy-- still not Face 2 Face
URA Brand- Artist- individual to groups fan pages contact lists friends? How many friends
does it take to change a light bulb?
Naked women attracts followers; i.e. Primitive body ornament; social pleasure; but social
media driven by transparency- transgender à Shift from Fraternal Artist to Maternal Artist
Fame-- rough schematization-- personal motives-- fashionable generalizations-- Artists
exhibiti8onism leads to monetizationàPay Per View; Behind the scene, behind the camera?
Now it is possible to Be the Artist and the Subject with the telephone and a mirror;
Secrecy? Face Value=False
The true Art of the Day is in the CODE; App*; and not what is exhibited(html;xml;path;x-path
;java;python;ruby;rubyonrails;)
But this is science or engineering at the very least; a break away from ART? EZPause dot
interlude replaced until something better-- the secrete? GIVE IT AWAY FOR FREE!!!
Open source Vs. Goog.ezon; copy left; share; hero-worship(Jobs)ing public demands; Porn
stars?
Conflict between social popularity Vs. Art: is the app* Art? Language; computer language;
Art;
Because of the supply and demand it has value; reap contacts FOAF
Developer gains credibility and becomes SUCCESSFUL…
Artist Creative Guild in the twenty first century persists in the inner folds of the
CODE
But unlike daze gone by, where there was a counter religious submissiveness, where artist
could work out conflicts and create anew, and grow personally, today faltering religious
conviction finds artist filled with guilt feelings unchecked leading towards a downward
mobility; a backlash of online exhibitionism to pump up popularity to increase the logic of
the Ant Theory

Boomerism

2011-07-29T18:36:00.001-04:00

New Lifestyles: Boomerisims-- Self Determinism Is A Crock Of Shit
What is the latest liberating Product? Up The Ladder -- Gone to the Basement; Where is the
sense of Style
They liberated your livelihood
Tick Tock; Tick Tock
Airbrush the last two decades of your life;
Quite Real; Quite damaging to your Post EZPause Paradox;
Paradox sounds like Palliated Wood Pecker;
Pecker Woods in the Halls of Government;
Emotional fall out : Eye Could-a had it all!
Backlash: Sanitize the electorate! It won't take care of itself; America Identity Crisis:
Empty Set!
Five minutes before Midnight Trend: Propensity to repeat one another; falling to the
lowest level ever!
Media Whale Shit: Murdox, Murdox!
News media moving to mold and even direct public opinion in the Dumper-- Blogger Backlash;
Powerful tool, blogging. Shaking hands with the corporate moguls in the 2-11's [scalpel in
the hand of a child]
Coal walking style- another mine disaster in Kiev; counting the dead; Global energy crisis
and Political events vs. Social pressuresà Industry corner cut leads to disaster;
Management bonus vs. worker cutbacksà now you R dead!
Single women; educated single women struggling in the city squares in Cairo, Egypt, Bahrain,
Middle Eastern Countries; All on their cell phones and on 4 square; Your Trending Story;
Just might not be an Undeclared War;
Extreme Islam brought that War to the USA on 9/11 à What is the price of Freedom, now? Is
freedom separable ; I.e. Freedom(s) ; We can select which we want and witch we don't want?
à New Religious Freedoms- New China Republic; New and improved Styles, packaging, return to
gender trademark: New Abstinence; New Morality; New Famine Denial; Burn out Cocooning
Epidemic;
Storm the City Centers! Assert your Democratic Rights! Or,
Continue your ambitious and "selfish pursuit of Equality"
That was trended down the crapper with tracking widgets imbedded in your favorite electronic
devise;
Today for Breakfast: Porridge
High winds and thunder storm in the forecast this after noon; BBQ NOW! Chicken and pork and
potatoes with Brussel Sprouts flavored with Apple vinegar;
Food moods over soul incarnate;
Former UVM Prez gets 27 thousand dollars a week for hardship leave; return to work as
English professor next semester at 80 thousand dollars above the highest paid dept. head!
Good Lord? What does one need all that money for anyway? Fast track to the top!
A mother of two makes 50,000 dollars a year- her choice- her importance of a balanced life
between family and work- a tangled lifestyle!
What is the role of the significant other regarding her/his kids? Morality Tale à guilt,
anger, exhaustion.
Is the American Way of Life Over? 401K, Gone! Social Security, going, going, Gone! Medicare,
Medicaid, Gone! Stocks, bonds, Gone! Now, there is going to be the biggest Social Movement
since the Sixties à Dramatic Shift of Wealth; Fantasizim: Leaving Work;
The New Old Age: A Thrill A Minute; "my own time on my own terms; Is it too late for
Romance?
At what cost; Relationships?
New Geriatrics: High Cost of Independence: SINGLE SHOCK! Where are the grandchildren?
Child Free Communities; Out fighting for financial freedom;
From workaholic to time alone and looking for occasional dinner or a date; Just a simple
hobby would be great! Something, anything other that just my pet; Meet your Meet-Up
Old PPL are more likely to be killed by terrorist than to get hooked up; an old person is
not worth giving up space in your closet is a consequence of [their] actions begins to set
in; The Clock is Striking Midnight;
Strong relationships with the kids? Grandkids? Old PPL R the newest warriors on the front
lines of the War On Terror; more afraid of being alone than being Dead! Some way to meet
new people besides the front line on the War On Loneliness; The front line on the War
against terror, or is the war on terror becoming more like the war on drugs? Sooner or later
old people will become the Khagan Khazars of the War On Loneliness, if they haven't already;
Tidy up your act right now; stop pretending; learn how to learn new skills; paint; dance;
photography; music; knitting; sex; BE FOREWARNED! It will overcome loneliness, depression,
and even the empty nest! U might even get laid!

New Age Intelligence

2011-07-17T04:09:00.001-04:00

In the Age of the Soul knightsublime would mount the rail out of the Green Mountains,
Skim the Hudson River and ride into the Greatest city on earth~ New York City! Slowly he
turns, step by step, around homeless and multitudes of seething flesh whom barley notice;
Our hero boards the Cresent to travel across the borders of the Alegany Mountains, down
The Blue Ridge into the Heart of the Deep South, and the Great City of Atlanta; There,
Purchase a fifteen day rail pass with eight stops anywhere along the way; follow up with
A short Overnight run into the French Quarter at New Orleans; across the expanse of the Lone
Star State of Texas for a meal of Tex-Mex Espanol for the masses, and the smell of the Alpine
Alamo border lands, around the Big Bend on to the floor Of the desert into Tuscon Arizona,
And family with eight Daze on the road still left to the ticket; over to the left coast into
The land of Angels, where perhaps, due to the stimulus package a rail pass for the entire
Left coast from San Diego to the top of Seattle goes for a song; catch a ride north to where
It's freezing cold, And you know this living on the road is getting mighty old, to find the
Coastal trail of the Cascades, the great Sequoia, and Eureka! I found it-- four twenty;
The land of Olympia and Mt. Ranier;, Wash off the grunge from the trek, still six days left
On the rail pass ticket, finish off the coastal rail pass song, and onto a bus; a little
cheezy if you ask me, but nobody did, before Crossing into the magical world of Victoria, it's
No secrete canooks have branded a Overnight With a Rocky Mountain Canadian high; before
Catching a cross contenential express for the Great Divide, Banff, where a rodeo Cowboy from
Calgary is looking for a woman sitting on a bar stool drinking a beer and who just so happens
To go by the name of Regina; knightsublime is on Canadian time, and no longer on the mighty
US rail pass, so mind your peas and Q's, A yeah-a, he is on a one time only, one way ticket
To the Capital City Ottawa, A yeah-a, then onto the cosmopolitan city of Montreal, a visit
With St. Catherine, and Queen Elisebeth where knightsublime goes back on US Eastern Standard
Time with four days left on the US Amtrak rail pass; swithching back into US New York Empire
State, back into the Green Mountains again; pays all the accumulated bills and catchs another
Rail with just two daze left on the original fifteen day rail pass remaining, Slowly knightsublime
Turns, leaving the Green Mountain Boys behind, and returns to the City; catchs the Local Regional
train number Eighty three--Mid-Atlantico, Chesapeak Bay, in reach of the Beach in Virginia.
OF course, this is not the Age of the Soul, but Rather the Age of Sexuality where all great
heros of the epic sort find nothing but utter failure: Miss the connecting train, have to wait
in line for twenty minutes to buy a ticket for another five hour ride back the way he came;
Loose self confidence as well as ten percent of the cost of the ticket, and still have to
Wait another two and a half hours for this particular train, because on this particular day
Of the week rail schedule for the Eathan Allen Express changes to a different time, leaving
New York City; Slowly knightsublime turns, Step By step, agonizing inch by agonizing inch, to
Reach the Capital City of Albany, Schenectedy, Saratoga Springs, Fort Edwards, finally,
To dead head, end of the line and summer, the Green Mountain Boys and Mont Verd.

Doesn't Make Sense

2011-07-15T18:42:00.001-04:00

I gave a wonderful five hour seminar on digital photography to an English teacher from Springfield, Vt., on the Amtrak train down to New York City. The train was on time. Scan my reservation at the kiosk Quick Ticket was sweet. The waiting room Penn Central was packed. I listened attentively as I waited the thirty minutes (twenty for the call for track number) Got restless after munching a small lunch of nuts then made my way to the Arrive Depart board. Looked at the time and I was four minutes late. I missed my train to Atlanta, Ga. Funny how four minutes can radically change the texture of your day.

Here I sit on my way north for another five hours. This time, though they said the train was booked, I have the entire seat to myself. The woman across the isle also has the entire seat and is lying across it aslee[p. I should follow her lead the way I feel :<( Man I was really looking forward to visiting my pal Rick, his wife Shawnee and the two kids. Had it all going on when I left Vermont. I am so depressed right now. The up side is that my neighbor Ted, who kindly took me to the train this monring is going to make the trek down the Mountain to pick up my sorry ass tonight at eleven thirty when I arrive. Truely non sensical day.

Regional #95

2011-05-25T11:32:00.001-04:00

How do tourists from forgein countries do it I'll never know.

Wn the track # was called I was there, early, waiting on baited breath. The announcer called the track and people started moving quickly towards ....

I really couldn't make out where exactly the track was, or the track signage. I guess I just haven't done this very much. I ended up on the right ramp, but was confused with the directions of east and west. Poor signage here. Everytime I entered the ramp I saw a NJ Transit train. Not what I wanted.

I ran back up the stairs to the Amtrack police desk where a uniformed US military soldier gave me directions. Whew. There was even a US military soldier at the boarding gate. remember, this is still NYC.

Train was boarded and left the station on time!

First stop was Newark. Fantastic city sky line. Bright, clean, new,

Tickets were taken and punched by a pleasant conductor.

The track from there to Trenton very Bumpy.

Calling for empty seats and being reparmanded by the announcer to make all seats available by removing stuff that isn't yours from the seat next to you. There You Go.

Stay tuned for further adventures on the Amtrak.

Over Nite Under A Red Roof

2011-05-25T11:20:00.001-04:00

So, it didn't go off with out a hitch. Hind site is always 20/20. It was all in the
email and I claim not to be fluent in email client. Or, that's the reason I got D's in school!
I never could get past the details.
Arrival in NYC was sweet. Then things began to fall apart. The departure board was late putting up the gate #
and when it did and I got to a conductor he told me the train I was booked for was to leave two days hence. I was
therefore in NYC without a roof over my head.
The conductor was quite blunt. He made it clear thAT HE couldn't change the ticket on the train. Wa?
I had to either buy a new ticket at the kiosk upstairs to be able to catch that train on time, or I had to be
reticketed at the ticket counter, an one just knew that at the mid day hour there was going to be aline and I was
going to miss that train.
In line at the ticketing windows my optionsw were to wait until the next train at 3am a 14hr wait, or book for the next
day at 10am-- what to do?
Round and round I went. I found a tourist counter and found a hotel starting at 299.00 a nite.
Then I just went to the NJ Transit window and purchased a ticket for the ole home town.
It takes about an hour and a half, and when I arrived I got a cab to a motel. Round trip over nite 120.00 and I'm
back in NYC waiting two hours for my departing train.
All in all, it was kind of like driving-- six hours to NJ-- same motel-- six hour drive to Va.; except that I had
another 1 1/2 hr train ride back to NYC then onto Va. nine more hours.
That's how it goes with public transportation in the good ole USA.
Sorta like the old Yankee saying: Can't get there from here!

All Aboard!

2011-05-24T10:05:00.001-04:00

There you have it... Ethan Allen and those green mountain boys did it AOK. Out of the station on time. Passed lock #9 on time. Albany; if not already, then not much longer. Hey, and guess what? The coach has got electric hook up! A real plus for the laptop. I can browse or email, watch slide shows and every litt thing without using battery life. If this keeps up I may never get off. As the ole song goes~ leaving on a slow train; don't know when I'll be back again. Well, maybe that's not the way it goes (no es verdad), but so far this is great!

BUY LOCAL REVOLUTION AT FARMERS MARKETS USA~ 2012

2011-05-14T19:36:00.001-04:00

BUY LOCAL~ BUY LOCAL REVOLUTION AT FARMERS MARKETS USA~ 2012 REVOLUTION HGH~ home grown habitat~ If it was grown near your home it just tastes better~ support your local growers~ U know~ every thing U grow comes from a seed~ certified grower~ BAH! it is a weed! Stupid! U don't have to be certified to grow a weed! Stupid! It is just that that is the path, the only path? to legalize recreational maijuana? Legislation is the key~ two thirds quarum by state~ medical maijuana vs recreational marijuana and money is the key~ Presidential candidates on the payroll of Fox News~ now I ask you~~ Revolution in the air? Buy Local~ BUY LOCAL REVOLUTION AT FARMERS MARKETS USA~ 2012 REVOLUTION HGH~

GOOGLEZON vs. Telcos

2011-05-14T19:35:00.001-04:00

GOOGLEZON vs Vtel~ the perdiction was google teaming up with amazon dot com to make up the corprate giant googlezon~ they didn't for see verizon getting into the picture~ it was only a matter of time for the telcos to see the writing on the wall~ the only barrier was net neutrality~ NET NEUTRALITY is dead~ my local telco provider over POTS has sent me a flyer that measures the legal limit for mail to be sent to homes, informing me of the launch of their tiered system for phone, internet, mobile net, and tv~ they call it the QUAD~ what it really is? The death of net neutrality~ Pay service and tiered subscription deployment~ death of net neutrality~ and google has a phone~ DROID~ is a hot spot~ and is teaming up with telco provider verizon~ making it googlezon~ also the death nell of net neutrality~ it is all bandwidth~ the fight for bandwidth~ faster is better~ giant corpirate giants~ telcos~ into the fray~ end of the internet as we know it~ googlezon 2012! it's a reality!

You just wait and see.

It is said that this is journaling, and by this I mean writing in this blog. After all the note-books I have filled, writing the

2011-05-09T19:41:00.001-04:00

This is what I think. These blogs are the impression on the metrix. Personalities germinated into the mix. Doesn't matter how much, or how little, just that it has been germinated into the petre dish of the metrix. After that, who knows? The future.

I guess I feel this way now because I just finished Greg Bear, "EON", which was written in 1985. I must say, those were the years for SF. Issac Asimov, Octavia Butler, Ray Bradbury. Today? Post 911. And this blog is nothing more than a big SF in cyber space. Braided chains of data waiting to mature into a living "Personality" somewhere in the "Metrix". C? Know?

While unregistered aliens around the country took a day to celebrate workers' paradise, the first of May marked the begining of

2011-05-09T19:40:00.001-04:00

While unregistered aliens around the country took a day to celebrate "workers'" paradise, the first of May marked the begining of radiation treatment for my face. This treatment is to last three weeks. I plan on posting a before, during, and after picture of my face during the treatment, on flickr. It should show up in my flickr stream on 360. That way, all of my wonderful subscribers can watch the metamorpisis occur as it happens. BTW, the name of the ointment for the treatment is...Efudex-40(fluorouracil). The Doctor says it is good to go for ten years after treatment. My Primary says it hurts about as much a face peel. I am sure that my face is going to look like a rotting Orange Peel for the next month. But, ten years? I'll do it. Damn cancers! Here come the sun...what'd I say..it's alright. Keep an eye out for the next installment.

One Armed Bandit and the Poetry Contest

2011-05-09T19:39:00.001-04:00

One Armed Bandit and the Poetry Contest

Upon smoking cesation, I quickly became irritated while standing in line at a quick check waiting for the employee to seek out some off name-brand cigrette pack for the patron I was standing behind. I only had to pay for my gas fill-up; exact change if you please. This irritation escalated even more rapidly when standing behind some Power Ball gambler--and then thoes scratch tickets--two of those, one of those, four of those--grrrrrr....

I have no patience for people who gamble. Even when they win they loose, because they will take their meager winnings and throw it away on another scratch ticket, or Power Ball, only to loose, yet again. Better odds at Vagas, Reno, or Atlantic City, betting on the slots.

Recently, the leader for my writing workshop suggested that I enter my poetry in a contest. Ironicly, on a blog through a more recent addition on my contact list at Yahoo 360, just such a poetry contest was promoted from a hot link. In each case, the contest reading fee was over ten dollars, under tewnty dollars, for no more than three poems, not more than five pages in length. The prize money for each contest was one thousand dollars. And of course, there is the prestige of being published in the next poetry publication, and the winners' list online.

My dilema, then, is do I send in my one poem, that I think worthy of a blue ribbon, and slap down my fifteen dollar bet that it is? OR, do I go to the local quick check looking to hit the big jackpot, and buy fifteen dollars of scratch tickets?

Either way, in my estimation, both are a form of gambling with my hard earned dollar. Yes, the poetry contest uses the money to finance the winner payout, as well as other logistical expenses. Where as, scratch tickets and Power Ball are a little less high brow.

Still, I feel I would do better, and be more entertained, spending my hard earned fifteen dollars in quarters if I stood at a One Armed Bandit in a gambling hall inside one of the more local Indian Reservation with a bunch of cowboys,than I would in some poetry contest where even the judges are strangers. Besides, I might just hit three sevens! Or, keep my money, and stand in a line with my rhyme, and pay the high price of gas til I pass.

Burly Burlesque Trending UK Face Book

2011-02-18T20:49:00.001-05:00

Spanish for burlesque is parodia. The English translation for parodia is what you might expect, parody; a parody on life? Burly comes right after burlesque in the English Spanish dictionary I bought at the thrift store for ninety nine cents, and it's

Spanish translation is 'fornido', and 'membrudo' respectively. Now I gotta ask you. As far as adjectives for the noun burlesque goes, don't you think 'fornido' and 'membrudo' need little if any in the way of crossing the translation barrier. Although, fornido and membrudo are English translations for 'Burly'. So, if I were trending in the United Kingdom this summer, I'm sure I would have little difficulty finding burlesque quite main stream entertainment throughout the greater London Metro area. It's the new wave post feminist epoch.

From King Of Punk

2011-01-29T23:00:00.001-05:00

SLAMDANCE??

Punk: I can show you...

King Of Punk: U can show me how?

Punk: how two die...

King Of Punk: We are not expendable, yet.

Punk: We cry SpOcK!

SpOcK: We enter into knee-gotiations--Punk?

King Of Punk:On pressing Enter we submit...

Punk: I cnnit hear(flips the burd). I am weak, U say?

King Of Punk: The burd is the word- (look at Punk)Submit!

SpOcK: Money alone cannot buy you blissful existence. You

must....

Punk: Must wha-?

SpOcK: You must die.

Punk: How shall we die? Huh?

King Of Punk: Let us die free!

Y.O.U.R Brand

2009-08-27T11:59:00.001-04:00

Ten years ago, around 1999, there was little participation on the internet.

Here, participation is the key word.

Ten years ago, the perception of someone using the internet was this three hundred pound hairy ape in his underwear, tapping the keyboard of his computer in front of a glowing monitor down in his dark basement, watching porn. ICK! Double ICK!

That was the perception, then. Before blogs; before file sharing; before fast internet; before RSS and Flickr, Viddler, Vimeo, YouTube, and FaceBook, MySpace, and a host of other social networked internet portals. This was the perception BEFORE...

Now, with the ease of uploads over an expanded bandwidth, either Plain Old Telephone lines, or over fiber optic cable, and the proliferation of cellular connectivity, comes the explosion of Second Generation Web applications, or what is now commonly called Web2.0.

These new networking sites are fast filling up. More, and more people are signing on like never before. And the more these sites become popular, the more the names of these sites show up in mainstream media. The more these sites names are exposed to the main stream of the population, the more access to these sites people want. People want to share their experience; share their photos, or story, or friends of friends stories, pictures, videos, jokes, trials and tribulations. These people, more and more, now want to "participate". The internet, and the wide world web has finally shed the perception that participation and social networking electronically is something strange, perverted, or weird. Now, people want to Participate!

The question is: What are they participating in?

Most people don't know how these new networking sites work. Nor do they want to know. They know only that it works, is popular, and is the new contemporary Smoke and Mirrors. They have got to keep up with the times, or so they might well perceive; Or, be left out of the proverbial loop.

So, what is it that these new up and comers are participating in? A new way to make a living? Or just a fad... Tune in next post to find out.

This is KnightSublime wishing you a very pleasant virtual reality.

A Trained Man

2009-05-16T09:54:00.001-04:00

Stringers are hounding their publishers for column space and dollars for their latest and greatest train story they haven't written to date. Of course, these stories may only be for decoration only. But, what;s the story behind the 'real' story is what eye want to know....

Ant Hill Theory

2008-07-24T21:29:00.001-04:00

Early in the science of internet technologies engineers discovered what they called "The Ant Hill Theory". Simply, this theory states that everyone entering the internet is sort of like a colony of individuals trying to move through a maze with all of the other individuals present, arriving and departing and trying to do it as fast as they can, and are using an ant-based computer model to help you get to your destination faster.

How do ants find the route to a food source? All each ant does is to follow the strongest pheromone (chemical) trail left by other ants. If this process is repeated frequently enough, they will find the best route through trial and error. If ants become isolated from their group, they end up running around in circles, following their own pheromone trail until they die of exhaustion. This behavior, called "swarm intelligence" describes how complex behavior can arise from a large number of individuals each following very simple rules. Bees use swarm intelligence to cluster and disperse about the hive.

All this means is that the "FIRST" node on the internet grows larger simply because it was the first. Out of this is the "next" largest node, or site, then another. The largest ones soon become the "A" list, not because what they offer in content is the best, but because it is the "Biggest" node, or site.

Gone are the daze of BlogStreet, Crimson Blog, or Weblog dot com where every few hours new blog postings were updated on their list, and a lurker could Dig way down to the bottom to find really interesting stuff that different ppl were blogging about.

No, today everone is just another Ant in the Ant farm, and soon the internet will be packaged in such a way that computer users will buy packaged farms just like they do cable TV. If only ppl could have taken the time to follow the path less traveled(Robert Frost), and learned to dig way deep. Then maybe they could have discovered a pound of gold on their way to virtual reality.

Slice The Cake Anyway You Want It's Still The Same

2008-04-29T16:44:00.001-04:00

All done trying to post through flickr. Google has gotten it's tallins into everything. Trying to stay retro is getting really difficult. So difficult, in fact, that I'm still going to try to access this post through the back door-- email. Now, if that isn't retro, then I don't know what is.

Trance Pimp

2007-02-28T07:49:00.000-05:00

If a person allows themselves to enter a trance, they are responsible for the decision to do so. One should be acutely aware of what decisions the hypnotist has made, or may make, with respect to the session. If that's no the case--then 'caveat emptor' prevails. If you play with strangers online you are lookin for trouble. Remember: No one can steal your soul if it's not held out for display.

ASL? Why? Bottom Line is F2F

2007-02-02T19:37:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I don't know where I come up with these ideas. When you go fisshing on the internet,

be prepared for the catch of the day. Throw it back? Or take it home for dinner? I mean, I don't even Know

you.....who are you anyway? Catch me up so I can make a educated guess, at least.

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I just don't know what to make of Vermont.
I feel , at times, that I am on a vacation and that
someday there will be a knock at the door and
a person will say OK, you've had your vacation now
go home. Well, there is no home to go to, I don't
even have any relatives left.
When I think I will settle down and be part of this
place I end up having a spill and ending up in the hospital.
But, I find that the people here are friendly but not welcoming.
I have given out tons of business cards, but, no one ever calls
back. I am thinking that the Internet is the only way to make
friends. But, as far as the Meet-up thing I looked at the
track record and it is sad. The last time they had a Writers
meeting was Sept which i did not know about and only one person
attended. I read my poetry at B & N in Burlington but only 10 people were there and the woman who runs the event said that was a good showing because it was sunny and nice out and Vermonters would prefer to be outdoors. Sure, I like to be outside too but it would not stop me from going
to a lecture or some event.
In NYC there was no need for meet-ups but they had then anyway.
It was just an excuse to meet people, and I don't think there is anything wrong with that at all. I don't like American Soap Operas but I do like
the ones from the Brits, like coronation Street, East Enders, and Emmerdale.
The reason being that they are more realistic with all sorts of people from
pig farmers to pub owners.   They don't all look perfect and dress up all the time and they shoot real outdoors scenes.
In NYC I joined Brit lovers who were into East Enders and they would talk about their favorite characters and then get together (Brit style) in a pub and have a few laughs and of course, EE was not the only topic of conversation.
New York draws all kinds of people and there are many bars and restaurants that famous people once went to like Walt Whitman, Dylan Thomas, Miguel Pinero, and on and on. Plus, if you are really star struck you might find Billy Crystal ,on line at Rizzoli's book store, right next to you. I don't really care and it did nothing for me that Cher went to the same supermarket I did or that Monica Lewinski was one of my neighbors.

I have lived in many places but I just can't fit in here and I am mostly having to go out alone.
I was just thinking about New Years Eve and Grace Potter and the Nocturnals will be at Higher Ground but I don't know anyone who can go or wants to. I don't have to go out for NYE but I used to always work on this holiday, reading cards in bars that now I'd like to do what everyone else does.
However, I can't even have a few drinks because I have to drive back home and I don't do well on these dark roads at night.
Last year I went to Rosalia's, which has since closed, with my real estate dealer. She is so disoriented that the place closed, oh my ! where will we go she says?   So big deal, I never go to the same place twice unless they are really great. It was nice and they had a live Salsa band but I'm not devastated that they have closed.
I recently drove to NYC and I stopped in Rut land, it looked like a very busy place but difficult to park.
I am still trying to recover from having several falls in the last two years.
I go for PT but I don't like to give in to thinking of myself has handicapped.
I belong to the Key Sunday Cinema club in Burlington , the films are great but no one talks to you . They are so insular, ususally in couples or two friends together and even if you try to talk to them they act as if you are bothering them. I don't get it.
Any suggestions???
What is your name are you a man or a woman?"""

So there it is ASL...does it really matter at all?

May Ole Aquaintence

2006-12-30T22:15:00.000-05:00

Chug-a-lug--chug-a-lug. Chugging right along with the paradox of the Age. They say that the reason there is such little snow in the NorthEast is because of global warming. The say that the global warming is due to emissions from automobiles and other fossil fuel hungry machines. It is also said that the two cycle engine is a very large reason for pollutaints. So, why do all of the residents here in the NE all run out and use their snowblowers--for a mere three inches of snow--instead of using a plain snowshovel?

Walk the walk, not talk the talk.

Then there is the skier. They all want to ski, and the only way is on man-made snow. How do you get man-made snow? By running compressors run on electricity and diesl fuel--to pump the air and water mix, as well as, operate the lifts to the upper elevations; there isn't any snow at the lower elevations, that's for sure.

And how does the skier get to the Mountain? In a gas guzzling SUV, that's how!

All of this, and more, is not, as the politician affirms, a cause and affect of global warming. It is a cycle. A natural, muther frickin' earth cycle.

So, as the world turns into another year of the new Millennium, hoist the elbow and chug-a-lug! Live for today, because there isn't any tomorrow.

Another One Bites the Dust

2006-12-08T14:43:00.000-05:00

So there you have it. Gmail does save my user name in its contact list. Oh well, can't fight city hall. Now, let's see if there is an advert include...Man must be left ad free some time.

Glitch after Glitch

2006-12-08T14:24:00.000-05:00

And that, below, was from my hotmail account. It had to be added to my contacts list first. Yahoo adds a music banner to emails which post here. Hotmail keeps a record of who is a contact, which defeats the confidentiality of my secret pswd here; where Yahoo doesn't do that. While, gmail is the best for posting from email...So, I guess Google wins hands down!

Publish This!

2006-12-08T14:23:00.000-05:00

One never knows does one. New tricks for old dogs---TBC

Inquire within

2006-11-11T07:24:00.000-05:00

Just a small note sent by email to this blog. WebRing sent me an email and while doing the home work, I found that google has it's virtual finger in this pie. Blogspot was a WebRing nemisis, so it included it into the panarama of hosting ring hubs. Hubbvb. HooHoo! There was a time that these emails came from Yahoo, but they embed ads into the email packet and it messes with the css layout on the blogspot blog. Don't want to use that one anymore. Nothing is relyable anymore. They just keep messing with it so that the adverts are right in your face. Well, here I am thinking about getting my GoogleZon passport! Go figure...

Iris

2006-10-27T08:21:00.000-04:00

Iris
Originally uploaded by knightsublime.

Once U get into cleaning cabnets, or long lost boxes, U might just find little nuggets of treasure. This is one such find. A delight to meditate on and a curious look at global culture. I must write my thoughts about this type of Tantra.

Puppet4

2006-10-12T10:24:00.000-04:00

Puppet4
Originally uploaded by knightsublime.

This Aint no Foolin' 'Round! Jest a little Tom Foolery as the season temps drive this day-tripper indoors until knight!

OZ Flashback

2006-07-30T08:28:00.000-04:00

Spent a wonderful day touring Groton State Forest.
Nestled between the lakes is a wonder Lily Farm, and
can be found at Vermont Flower Farm(all one word)dot
com slash index dot HTML. George and his wife are
great lily farmers, but they also have a wonderful
hasta collection. You can find George and his blog at
thevermontgardener dot blogspot dot com.
After the lily farm the day progressed into the Green
Mountain wilds. Wondering, I stopped at a road side
red barn to ask the only human being within miles,
where there might be a good place to get a feed on. He
mentioned a place called The Creamery. Ten miles up
the road I stopped at a curios shop to ask for more
directions, and the sales woman had that delightful
accent I came to adore while visiting Perth,
Australia, during the America's Cup Race in
Freemantle, back in 1984.
Gawd, was that a long-long-long time ago.
Diner at The Creamery was delightful. The food was
good, and the ambiance better than pub. And I ate
downstairs in their Pub! Upstairs is the restaurant
proper. Must give it a try in the near future. Then,
maybe I'll get the chance to again revisit the
enchanted land of OZ, even if only through casual
conversation, listening to the enchanted lilt of a
blue eyed Shelia who has transplanted here in the
Green Mountains of the USA.