Ham

If you don't mind me adding.. just being born into this existence gives one wounds which cannot possibly be healed..

What if, what if. You woke up one morning, and found EVERYTHING you ever believed, or hoped for, was just plain wrong.. so what happens.. the only thing I am looking, for, step by step is the next step.. if it isn't there, I am done for, so to speak.. the next step might bring me far, far north.. I'm at a cusp (or sharp edge) at the moment.. a cusp is a sharp edge.. it demands one to be on one side or the other.

maybe.. it is a matter of having a conscience seared with a hot iron..

It seems most of the citizens have abandoned Paradise City.. this is such a sad end for some individual's hopes..

Seared, means cauterized. A seared injury would then display no open wounds. Searing pretty much seals the matter.. is that the problem of the soul for some.. I dunno.

I understand this. Well, at least I think so.. It's kind of like.. if one is a bank robber, one might go lightly and try to identify with or justify another persons behavior in strong-arming bank tellers and the like.. maybe a child abuser could "go easy" on a similar soul.. and unsuccessful or "busted" false prophets just might go easy on others of their kind.. maybe they are robbed of the intellectual freedom which just might allow them to point any kind of incriminating finger, since it points back at their own miserable selves..

deleted, double post :) Me too.

Kit, I hope you remember this music, before losing a lot of your hearing..

Heh.. as screwed up as it is.. it is a beautiful life..

it was a dream, or vision, that only others could regard as sold. The Dream still lives within me.. even if it is or were a false dream, or false vision. Tell me that it isn't so..

Fifth of August, last request of info.. It's now a month later. Is Mr. Geero Miraculously barely holding on to the present reality? Inquiring Squirrels would like to know.

Maybe that is what saved me from heroin, or the like.. needles. I had about 100 or so shots of whatever to save me from an extreme poisin ivy reaction when I was young, dull, sterilized and partially re-sharpened needles. I thought anyone who would voluntarily stick a needle in their arm, to be insane.. now when I get a blood draw, only once has the technician hit a nerve. I guess now you don't even need a needle.. there are chemicals which allow the substance to pass directly through the skin.. on contact..

I would say largely blame the British for this nonsense.. http://www.china-mike.com/chinese-history-timeline/part-11-qing-dynasty/ Its not too long of a read. It would require an effective Navy to fix the problem..

Pasteurized. That was the word I was looking for..

The last seven gallons, I have no idea what I am going to do with. Well.. they are brought to boiling. What is the scientific word.. it alludes me at the moment..

that is the Last Resort. I like the idea of expending a little energy, if necessary. Cook the little varmints.. put them in jars.. and the deed is done. No further energy or technology necessary to keep them frozen, or whateve.. drying is a good idea, but the Michigan sun is not entirely cooperating at the moment.

The current count is over twenty-five gallons of pure, tomato bliss. and they all were free.. well. except for the cost for natural gas, boiling the said miscreants.. Now I have about twenty pounds or rapidly maturing miniature tomatoes. I plan on converting them to juice. but there is only about a gallon and a half that I can accommodate in jars.

Every decade I think I've learned a new language. In the seventies, I learned wayspeak.. In the eighties.. well, maybe I hung around too long.. The nineties, I learned ham speak.. ham radio terminology.. and computer speak. I still speak it here, and most seem to not be able to understand it.. then there is math speak. Basic and Intermediate students WILL learn it.. I mean.. that is what they sign on the program to begin with, isn't it?

No, I've physically been at these locations.. false memory.. I don't think so. the two previous dreams were pre-memories. There is only one left. It just hasn't happened yet.. All I know is: we are in a hexagonal building. The walls are windows which extend up about thirty feet. The people inside the glass walls are clothed in white..

Well.. it was a weird dream a long time ago.. maybe it doesn't mean anything at all.. somehow, I was in it.. It is the last weird dream that I haven't figured out what in the hell it means.. All of the rest have revealed themselves.. Everybody wears white in the dream..

It has to be in Michigan, or does it? It is an already assembled geometric structure. The glass windows surrounding the facility are at least ten meters tall (about thirty feet), give or take a few meters.. maybe I'm exaggerating. If such a place was on Mackinac Island, it would at the least "blow my mind"

I don't know if this is more a question, or an invitation to discussion. A neighbor gave me a slightly older computer, and IBM type with pentium 4 and Windows XP Pro (legally) installed (whoo hoo!) I was looking for a second system that would run more modern scanning software. And maybe Linux. It was ready for the landfill.. but apparently the previous owner tried to save it. What I found inside: a gig of memory, and 500 Gig SATA drive. The original was an IDE.. the cord for it was still intact (minus hard drive). And bad capacitors inside. I assume with the attempt to recover the machine, the owner found anomalies during the boot process, and "hiccups" at various inopportune times. So I broke out the soldering apparatus, and replaced the capacitors. The machine was then stable, after letting it run for several days. So for the dual boot idea: I didn't want to mess with the partitions on the SATA drive, so, I installed an 80 gig IDE drive, using the cable that was left in the machine, disabled the SATA drive in CMOS and then booted up with Ubuntu CD and installed it on the IDE drive. Now to boot from Linux or XP, all I have to do is disable the one drive in setup and enable the other one right after hitting the power button.. and one system cannot "mess with" the other.

One day I would like to attend the one in Valencia http://www.latomatinatours.com/ After last night, the count is now twenty-two gallons..

Put them in jars.. turn them into sauce.. I have about eight jars left with lids.. maybe nine.. Don't suggest drying them. The Michigan Sun is not going to cooperate at the moment..

At the bare minimum, requires learning the language.