A lot on my plate…

I could write details of the continuing story of a mother’s lament at her daughter joining the ones contributing to the “end of the world” — the entitlement seekers, transgender musician patronisers, etc. — but I want to spend time on my storyline, instead.

Besides, we have to live within our conscious conscience our own way.

The daughter thinks helping people is coercively redistributing the wealth of others for politically-advantageous charities. The mother thinks helping others is deciding how to spend one’s wealth wisely on personal charities. Their thoughts are the same but different, both having built careers in the field of publicly funded primary education, one who felt most helpful guiding the intellectually gifted, the other feeling most helpful guiding the socioeconomically disadvantaged.

Mine is relating the events of a universe much like ours in linked short stories and stop-action videos for the entertaining enlightenment of others.

Right now, however, the warmth of egg nog soothes my stomach and eases my thoughts toward sleep.

Until tomorrow, then!

Brennschluss

The speed of satellite-based Internet — in opposition to gravity’s rainbow — means losing a game of chess to Charlie in the Explorations Cafe, not far from Emily and Philip, Tarigan and Ganda…

…or dancing to the sounds of the HALCats.

Thanks to many, including Tika, Hendra, Evelyn, Ann-Marie, Jasmin the barista, Pratansh, Diana F., Andry, Ami, Ruther, I GDE Ryan, Rhia, Siva, Joshua, Tresna, and more when time permits.

Seeing ice calve from a glacier is entertaining, if not enlightening, in the bright light of a late July sun amidst Aussie accents, Indian smiles, Filipino food lovers and sounds of a cruise ship at sea.

Thanks to a few more, such as Red Onion Saloon, Liz and Mark during the Golden Glassblowing glass at Jewell Gardens; Courtney of Temsco.

The writing slips through cold, icy fjords of the Inner Passage not far from Glacier National Park, landslides smearing black streaks on snow fields, bird droppings on railings, bananas and apples in metal baskets accenting staterooms where one relaxes, eating breakfast while history writes itself around you.

Time for a full body massage.

Au revoir, Mt. Cooper, Lamplugh and Margarie glaciers.

Adios.

Auf wiedersehen.

You CAN Change the World

Here’s to the people on the streets in Russia and everywhere around the world seeking to make positive change in their [sub]/subba/culture:

The Mighty, Mighty Young at Heart

Meanwhile, the Committee meeting this afternoon will give me the impetus to comment on the future of our global society due to influence of the likes of Kim Jong Il and Vaclav Havel and their inheritable replacements, both real and imagined.

Thanks to the folks at Colonial Heights Presbyterian Church last night for putting on a great show — very moving, deeply touching and a wonderful start to the end of this year taking us into the hope and promise of 2012.

Glad 2011 is behind us!!!

The Rhonda Vincent music video…

more like a slideshow.

Limited time on the computer this weekend.  A more complicated video next week (I promise (kinda like a politician’s promise (maybe))).

Next music video in the works

Here is a hint about a new “stop action” music video in the works:

While Rhonda’s in the studio finishing up the work on her new album, I’ll use her paper doll set and a song of hers to create an animated, “stop action” music video.

Happy Holidays, everyone…Winter Solstice, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, New Year, etc.

A little break before returning to the story of your lives currently in progress.  Have you ordered your suborbital test flight tickets yet?

From a friend on facebook…

The 12 Days of Christmas Cutbacks

Effective immediately, the following economizing measures are being implemented in the “Twelve Days of Christmas” subsidiary:

1. The partridge will be retained, but the pear tree, which never produced the cash crop forecasted, will be replaced by a plastic hanging plant, providing considerable savings in maintenance;

2. Two turtle doves represent a redundancy that is simply not cost effective. In addition, their romance during working hours could not be condoned. The positions are, therefore, eliminated;

3. The three French hens will remain intact. After all, everyone loves the French;

4. The four calling birds will be replaced by an automated voice mail system, with a call waiting option. An analysis is underway to determine who the birds have been calling, how often and how long they talked;

5. The five golden rings have been put on hold by the Board of Directors. Maintaining a portfolio based on one commodity could have negative implications for institutional investors. Diversification into other precious metals, as well as a mix of T-Bills and high technology stocks, appear to be in order;

6. The six geese-a-laying constitutes a luxury which can no longer be afforded. It has long been felt that the production rate of one egg per goose per day was an example of the general decline in productivity. Three geese will be let go, and an upgrading in the selection procedure by personnel will assure management that, from now on, every goose it gets will be a good one;

7. The seven swans-a-swimming is obviously a number chosen in better times. The function is primarily decorative. Mechanical swans are on order. The current swans will be retrained to learn some new strokes, thereby enhancing their outplacement;

8. As you know, the eight maids-a-milking concept has been under heavy scrutiny by the EEOC. A male/female balance in the workforce is being sought. The more militant maids consider this a dead-end job with no upward mobility. Automation of the process may permit the maids to try a-mending, a-mentoring or a-mulching;

9. Nine ladies dancing has always been an odd number. This function will be phased out as these individuals grow older and can no longer do the steps;

10. Ten Lords-a-leaping is overkill. The high cost of Lords, plus the expense of international air travel, prompted the Compensation Committee to suggest replacing this group with ten out-of-work congressmen. While leaping ability may be somewhat sacrificed, the savings are significant as we expect an oversupply of unemployed congressmen this year;

11. Eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming is a simple case of the band getting too big. A substitution with a string quartet, a cutback on new music, and no uniforms, will produce savings which will drop right to the bottom line;

Overall we can expect a substantial reduction in assorted people, fowl, animals and related expenses. Though incomplete, studies indicate that stretching deliveries over twelve days is inefficient. If we can drop ship in one day, service levels will be improved.

Regarding the lawsuit filed by the attorney’s association seeking expansion to include the legal profession (“thirteen lawyers-a-suing”), a decision is pending.

Deeper cuts may be necessary in the future to remain competitive. Should that happen, the Board will request management to scrutinize the Snow White Division to see if seven dwarfs is the right number.

Theatre of the Absurdists

Choices of entertainment for one evening:

In an ode to Newt’s passion for adultery, here is the choice that was made:

Entertaining, indeed.

Contrast this with the Rockettes show we saw a while back and it tells us much.

First of all, humour is flavoured varietally.  If there is a supreme being, then we can safely assume that every variation on a theme has been concocted and projected by the being in one form or another.

We can easily say that every subculture has a means of positive reinforcement of its living standards.

Those who praise a supreme being, which may or may not actively participate in their lives, will find a way to center their thoughts and actions on positive reinforcement of their praise and beliefs.

Those who find no justification for beings in any form, seen or unseen, creative or destructive, will find a way to center their thoughts and actions on positive reinforcement of their beliefs.

It was at summer church camp that I learned from listening to camp counselors about five years older than me about a Saturday evening program called Saturday Night Live.

Thus, while my parents taught me the values of moral and ethical training found within their Christian belief system, I learned not only from them but also from those within that system who sought other forms of enlightenment to feed their desire for intellectual stimulation not readily available in the repeated, steady diet of annual Christian rites and rituals.

College football games.  MAD magazine.  Television shows (minus coverage of the Vietnam War, which my father expressly forbid us from viewing nightly news footage of such).

Of the list of choices at the top of this blog, I have seen them all in one form or another, in this or a previous year.

Constant learning.  Continuous improvement.  Infinite curiosity.  Stoking my imagination.

What did I learn last night?

Well, the level of talent in Huntsville and the surrounding area varies.  I saw an absurdist theatre production of “Cabaret” crossed with “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas,” both which I first observed in my youth.

If you claim a Christian background and current practice schedule, when your children go to bed on the 24th of December, will you have put into their thoughts a prayer toward Santa Claus or Jesus for the gifts they hope to receive in the morning?

For the rest of the world, what do the next few weeks of your exposure to frantic holiday shopping and bright light displays mean to you and your family?

The Cameron and Clegg Show

A friend’s facebook status* easily sums up the Cameron screwup at the EU conference, with Sarkozy making the following comment, you can imagine:

“Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries”…Watching the French taunting of the silly English k-niggits. Gotta love me some Python!

Life imitating art, or something like that.

Tonight, while sitting with Chuck, Sharon, Janet, Steve and my wife at my wife’s office Christmas party, I pondered the universe and my place as reluctant leader of the Committee…

When my wife is too tired to dance and the room is full of lovely ladies willing to dance, why am I sitting at the table writing in my pocket Moleskine?

When senior leaders walk the crowd to show off their ties in hopes of winning the ugliest tie contest, why is the latest supercomputer output sitting unread in my home office?

Do you have your finger on the pressure valve of your subculture?  Are you citizens easily placated?

Can you tell the difference between the two clones, Cameron and Clegg, the Yin and Yang of British politics?

Thanks to AC and Rachel at Walmart, the staff at the Huntsville Marriott, the Huntsville police on patrol, and the coordinator(s) of the Torch Technologies Christmas party.

A group of my work colleagues are happily celebrating the official receipt of their U.S. patent number.  I’ll help them with specifications and marketing docs because I believe in their faith in themselves.

As Richard Branson said, helping others is what we do best.  Profit is the aftereffect of a life well lived.

Sorry I missed Christabel and the Jons last night — my wife was too ill to dance so I stayed with her, watching a college football game while she make homemade holiday gifts for friends.

Back to the supercomputer output — time waits for no report that feeds on the report that fed on itself iteratively.  Should I buy a [Flash] Gordon style supercomputer to put in the attic and displace the raccoons?

Is it just me or are the Nobel Peace Prize winners getting younger and younger?  When will a newborn child, the result of genetic reengineering, receive the Nobel Peace Prize and Time IoT Object of the Year award within days of birth?

Thanks to Coleen Monroe, *Kimberly Lewis, Elexa Rose, all the new friends on facebook, and the guy at Walmart who plans to raise a flooded houseboat tomorrow (the whole thing about 12/20/2011, though, will pass in a little over a year, and society will move on to the next great prediction of doomsday, as it always has and always will, because of the need to feed our survival traits when things are generally going well for some but not others (i.e., all the time), a favourite subject for those in public (e.g., politicians) who want your attention AND your money/time/investments/labour credits).

Ever wonder why no one seems to talks about acid rain anymore?