Irreplaceable: Chapter sings the immortality blues

Can’t get enough of not getting enough of you all over the Internet?

Only in Kentucky would a horse collar make sense on a human.

Bush, Obama, Karl Marx, Adam Smith, and Ben Bernanke walked into a bar…and got drunk on their excessive successes.  Sorry, this isn’t a joke.

Food and water.  You decide when enough is enough.

Without living survivors of horror, we’ll repeat it.  I’ll repeat, I guarantee we’ll repeat the horrors of war.

Kick ’em out by not feeding their political habits.

Will they eat their words or have to eat their words to survive?

Ethics – it does a body good?

From tiny cubes do giant technology company entrepreneurs grow.

Is Chromium OS an element or elemental…or just plain mental?

God works in mysterious ways

Forwarded via email from my father:

Man attacks with spuds

By ELAINE ALLEN-EMRICH

NORTH PORT COMMUNITY NEWS EDITOR

NORTH PORT — As potato pieces smashed near her   head, Phyllis Crymes-Roma ducked behind her Walmart shopping cart and screamed for help. She tried to get away from the man claiming   he worked for God as he yelled obscenities at her.

Around 10 p.m. Tuesday, the 66-year-old went to the North Port Walmart to buy salad dressing. She was approached by Steven Renard Grant, 36, who told her he worked for God, a North Port police report shows.

“I said that’s an interesting perspective, but I don’t think so,” she said Friday. “He (Grant) told me that I was going to hell. Again, I told him that was an interesting perspective, but no, I don’t think so.”

Angered by Crymes-Roma’s quick wit, Grant, of Warm Mineral Springs, allegedly began cursing at her.

As the 11-year North Port resident tried to walk away from Grant, he allegedly punched her in the back of her shoulder. Grant then reportedly grabbed the woman’s shopping cart and pushed it into her.

“The cart spun (and) I gripped it tightly. I was trying to keep my distance from him,” she said. “It hurt my wrist and I have   a blister on my hand because I was holding onto it so tight. My whole body hurts. I went to the ER yesterday.”

Crymes-Roma said she shoved the cart into Grant to try to stop him from hitting her again as she yelled for help. That’s when Grant reportedly went to the nearby produce aisle and threw four Russet potatoes at her head.

“It was like rocks were being thrown at my head,” she said. “Pieces of potatoes were splattering everywhere, including my hair.”

As Crymes-Roma ducked behind her cart and screamed, a witness ran for help. Grant turned   around and walked toward the exit. Several shoppers then came to Crymes-Roma’s aid.

“I yelled for someone to stop him,” she said. “I   wanted him arrested.”

Police arrived and arrested Grant on a charge of battery on a person 65 years old or older.

Crymes-Roma said she’s upset because Walmart employees didn’t react quickly enough when she yelled for help as she was being assaulted by the spud-throwing suspect.

“The employee in the (nearby) meat department only yelled, ‘Hey!’ when he heard all of the yelling,” she said. “I think if (Grant) was closer to the meats instead of the produce department, I would have been pelted with ground beef.”

Walmart store manager Pat Hillard said Friday that store employees reacted   appropriately.

“A Walmart employee called 911,” she said. “Our night manager became fully involved. We have zero tolerance for violence   in our store. We have security. We work closely with the North Port police officers. It’s safe for our shoppers.”

Crymes-Roma said once the adrenaline wore off and she realized what happened, she began shaking and burst into tears.

“A friend and her daughters came into the store as I was filling out the (police) paperwork,” she said. “I was crying. They offered to follow me home because I didn’t feel safe.

“I didn’t know this man at all and he did this crazy thing to me. I’ve lived all over the United States and I’ve never had anything so weird happen to me in my life.”

Grant remained at the Sarasota County Jail Friday on $10,000 bond.

Email: eallen@sun-herald.com

William Howard Taft or Herbert Hoover?

Today, the Semi-U.S. accepted the offer to locate the alternate U.S. headquarters on Ted Turner’s property.

In recognition, the Semi-U.S. named the capitol Turnerville, Inc.

Although, at press release, there’s some evidence that, because of CNN’s perceived liberal bias, the Semi-U.S. may accept an offer from John Malone to establish the capitol on his property.

Neither Fox News nor the Murdoch family would not comment on this rumour.

However, rumour has it they started the rumour themselves, as well as triggered the London riots, to divert attention, Citizen Kane style, from Rupert’s and James’ media headline miasma.

Meanwhile, world stock markets begged Geithner to quit and Obama to quit talking.  Jesse Jackson has questioned his support of a man who’s not holy or wholly white.

Bomb ’em into the Stone Age!

I trust the Chinese government as far as I can throw it and that ain’t very much.

Too many of my Chinese friends have told me horror stories about the Orwellian/Kafkaesque nightmares of the Communist state, no matter how modern it may be making itself out to be.

Therefore, I have full confidence that the Chinese government, like all governments, denies what it does by default.

Instead of denying the truth, why doesn’t the government prove it has tracked down, captured and killed hackers for the sake of humanity?

Otherwise, there might be a bit of sabotage that causes a few problems with their space program.  Oops!  Did I just say that out loud?  😉

Need another train wreck to prove the point?  I hope not.  Their economy is already overheating as it is.

I sure wouldn’t want to hear about chaos in the western provinces leading to the overthrow of a missile base somewhere while the military and police were occupied with quelling the unhappy masses and then, sadly, a Chinese missile “accidentally” launched toward a Russian city and causing WWIII.

But this is just fiction, right?  After all, there are also knowledge economy saboteurs at work showing communism’s true side – destroying villages, disrupting the ecology, brewing huge sandstorms and starving millions very soon – and those are just the citizen journalists.

Wait until the professionals get going.

The gods must be are angry.

The next phase of the revolution is going to be fun!

Off With ‘is ‘ead!

In mob news today, the English-speaking world tracked, followed, stalked and captured the head of a large media empire.

The media empire provided 24/7 news coverage of the downfall of their emperour.

At last report, the mob was deciding whether to spread the parts of the head to the ends of the earth, or…

…put the whole head on display and increase tourism to only one spot on the planet.

Meanwhile, the World Court declared that email/text messaging is a public utility and thus subject to no rights of privacy, opening the door for a complete transparent exposure of all transactions – business, personal or political – to every citizen of Earth.

Thanks to Kamil at DQ in Guntersville, Houlihan’s in ATL airport, Shatandra at ATL news stand, Kathy at Alabama welcome center, Lacey at VF Outlet in Boaz, Outlaw Steakhouse, and Charles at McDonald’s in Douglasville, GA.

I’m taking a break from blogging to concentrate on writing a book the rest of this summer in the Northern Hemisphere.

Y’all have a good one, y’hear?

Fourteen thousand, two hundred and three days left

Talked with my agent today.

She told me that sales of my e-books have varied, depending on market.

Because of my aliases, this blog has no direct effect on my e-book sales.

However, my agent wants to change that.

She says that I should promote myself more, either through blogs/websites with distinct personalities or through this blog and my company website to promote my ability to display multiple personalities in one person.

I had dusted off my old 8mm camera, a Kodak Instamatic M6 movie camera, made in U.S.A., to shoot a new promotional film about my e-book business.

Before I could get an old film cartridge loaded, my agent reminded me that kids today expect to see jerky, digitally-hazy, electronic video shot on a mobile phone.

Is it not enough compromise to convert my longhand novels into electronic format?

Must I reduce all my creative output to nibbles and bits and pieces?

Would my favourite racecar drivers or wrestlers reduce themselves to sitting in a chair, strapped to electronic devices, or wearing a suit rigged with electronic sensors?

NO-O-O-O!!!!

Just 14,203 days until I get what I really want.

This waiting is excruciating.

Think I’ll start a limited theatre war and watch diplomats fly back and forth trying to keep it from going global.

Lights! Action! Camera! Shoot!

Lean, mean and green

Interesting opinion piece about renewable energy.

I’ll sit in a car and drive ten or twelve miles to visit an assisted living facility today.

I sit here now and tap my fingers on plastic keys that translate my thoughts into these black symbols, all attached to the TVA power grid through an AC-DC transformer and electrical cord.

I’m surrounded by plastic boxes, cardboard boxes, furniture and manufactured sunroom components that required fossil fuel based energy consumption.

My only compromise about living a modern suburban life is having no lawn to mow, fertilise or spray with insect repellant.

Otherwise, I’m a full-fledged member of Mass Consumer Consumption, Inc.

Could I have gotten up earlier and started walking to the assisted living facility?

Or pushed a bike up over an Alabama mountain and ridden down the other side to get to the facility?

Sure.

But I won’t.

And if I won’t, who will?

In the current news cycle of natural disasters, can we attribute any of our modern conveniences to creating weather extremes?

Is sustainable engineering achievable and if so, where does it start?

Less blogging, more walking?

Shut up and get on my feet, in other word.

My prayers and sympathies to the families in Joplin, Missouri, bomb-ravaged areas of Afghanistan, Pakistan, Sudan and other places where families and communities face havoc.

Time for me to make another platelet donation to the Red Cross.

A Bumper Crop of Birds Next Year

The start of a warm day.  Retelling thoughts to myself of previous moments.

Noting the difference between a public persona and the private self, no matter how in/famous one may be (or imagine one is).

Allowing that some will control their selves with drugs – the so-called modern life – crafting states of energy like a microscopic logic board designer or chainsaw-wielding ice carver.

Some subcultures maintaining a separation of gender roles.

Others going with the flow, allowing people to assume they know best what they want to learn/do best.

Is monogamy innate or learned?

And if innate, is it gender-specific?

And if gender-specific, how does one gender teach the other the perceived importance of monogamy?

As our population continues to crowd in, how many other innate behaviours become commonplace in place of the formerly common behaviour of lifetime monogamy?

How do we signal zygotes to become antisocial and will RNA independence later wreak more havoc in one’s genetic tendencies?

Does the sound of a lawnmower influence the mating behaviour of cicadas?

What about an old B-17 flying overhead?

Will cosmic rays change space travelers into a distinct sub/super species due to changes in our copassengers: bacteria in our guts and pores?

The following was going to be part of this blog entry but I’ve decided to challenge myself to stop blogging about politics as a unique category of our human behaviour…

[Someone told me that if my culture eliminated Glenn Beck it would also eliminate the usefulness of a person named Jon Stewart because of the duality present in our cultural subconsciousness.

What if I don’t believe in duality?

Could Tina Fey then complete against Sarah Palin for mass media supremacy and have more real nonviolent power than anyone in the U.S. government?]

Seven billion people, no matter how unimportant or unempowered they may feel, lead this planet but rarely do we act like wise leaders.

We play at competing against each other while ignoring our effects on the states of energy around us that aren’t our species.

Is this a 100% redeemable quality?

Can I lose myself in the fun of the moment and yet be aware of my effect on the environment and the future?

On the dance floor last night, looking into the beautiful eyes of a stranger, having a brief conversation, and then changing dance partners, I felt the concept of opportunity costs and sunk costs as it pertained to social relationships rather than business management.

Soon, I will celebrate 25 years of marriage, my first and only marriage.  According to statistics, less than 50% of my local culture has households with two people being married as the single head of household.

How those statistics account for widows/widowers, young people buying a first house or renting a first flat before finding a marriage partner, or others who believe in marriage but are unmarried at the time of the statistics-taking, I don’t know.

The statistics do not imply, and we cannot infer from the statistics, that monogamy is no longer a preferred innate trait of our species.

Marriage and monogamy are not synonymous.  Neither is marriage and compatibility or monogamy and harmony.

For the most part, our species reproduces by sexual intercourse between the male and the female and subsequent fertilisation of egg by sperm.

We can prevent the fertilisation through contraception and we can fertilise eggs without sexual intercourse.

If contraception and artificial insemination were universally available for subcultures that accept these modern conveniences (and gently encouraged for subcultures that don’t), would we in those subcultures naturally breed monogamy out of our genetic trait set?

If we removed headlines that say overpopulation is an inevitable fatal train wreck for our species and started noting that we had solved the problem of overpopulation and are now managing resources for our population, would our bodies’ reproduction systems adjust accordingly and stop producing antisocial types?

In other words, when we see natural changes of other species in population sizes that peak and shrink, can we honestly tell ourselves we’re just as susceptible to these changes, including nonmonogamous relationships?

My thoughts are clouded by a stressful family situation right now so I can’t be sure if I’m looking at today’s blog as if I’m staring at us outside our species and/or applying [non]relativistic moral/ethical constraints on my suppositions.

We talk about the birth and death of civilisations and cultures as if we’re not the same as any other social species on this planet.

Take away the labels “civilisation” and “culture” and look at simple population growth statistics.

Certainly, as a population grows, the social interconnections grow and thus the population’s interface with the surrounding environment grows more complicated.

The birds in these woods are fattening up on cicadas this year.  Next year, assuming no major environmental disasters in the next nine months, we should have a bumper crop of birds born of this year’s wellfed avian breeders.

Eliminating all our innerspecies squawking and carrying on, I observe our change in population growth.

In previous overpopulation studies I’ve read, not knowing the mindset or intent of the researchers or the sponsors/producers of the studies, a species that contains a supermajority of paired-off male/female breeders will start producing offspring that do not exhibit male/female breeding preferences.

Of course, we say we’re the only species that can objectively observe the behaviour of other species (we are not the only organisms that can control the behaviour of other organisms), which makes us believe we may be similar to other species but we have a great advantage over them because we don’t have to just react to environmental changes.

In fact, we can create our own environmental success or destruction stories!

If marriage, as a cultural example of monogamous behaviour, is no longer necessary for species survival in our current global civilisation’s modern condition, is it just a temporary reaction to our population growth or a permanent change in our genetic makeup?

Concluding this train of thought, if a sudden environmental megadisaster reduced our population dramatically, how would we view marriage and/or monogamy?

And finally, as a test of my mental state, has this blog entry indicated a family crisis fogged my usual rational yet humourous reasoning?