What goes up must come down.

What goes around comes around.

What goes quack quack bonk?

What a wicked web we weave.... right?  Why is it one of the most important rules in human society to refrain from deception?  If we simply tell the truth and stick to it, what is the worst that could happen.  The trust involved in sharing the intimate or essential details about a person's life could be that person's downfall.  But how far is down?  If the ladder is set so high against a building, and a person has ascended so many steps only to find the ladder is leaning against the wrong building, what can be done?  When do we first practice to deceive?  Is there some thrill to it?  Do you remember the first time you lied?  Who did you lie to?  What was the lie?  Why remember a lie anyway, if it was never true to begin with.  On this roaring road, quickly constructed, hastily assembled, can we find a wide enough area to turn around?  A Stairway to Heaven like warning about two roads only makes me remember a true word I heard once, that between the two roads lies a third.  The two are the most obvious, and so many people dread spreading themselves thin by trying to tread both.  

Lying in the way along

 I heard a whistle song

Up to arms and gear

Fortunate to hear

That more than two

a bitter few

Can coast a merry way.

Happiness cloaked in 

Outer garment rags,

seeing unseen lines 

guiding me through the day.

Not quite calculus, nor 

rambling bus, boring drudgery.

But subtle as the sunrise,

Hiden birds announce the darkness gloom

bid adieu.

And Haste the quickening morn.  Reborn with thought anew to plan an afterthought.  This too quick life has taught that between the two is a true, tight fit, with no room for baggage, empty handed grasping for puffs of air lighter than heat, as strong as feet.  A hold up, somehow seeing this, not that nor the other, but a third way lightly seen.  Not a lie but truth of truth, no man's invention but image borne brought here by fire and water, borne of light, and before all things, the thin blade slicing through shroud and day, cloud and bay, fish and fowl.  Let's not try for the sun, nor the moon, but point the craft to land just beyond yonder stars.  My harbor lies yonder, and I'm eager to greet the dawn treader, knowing what's on my mind is a saved memory thanks to that third path that few deem acceptable truth, way, life.

The first two are true, right.  The third sentence, what in the world is that?

getting there is 1/2 the fun

Inspector Gadget's theme song has no lyrics.

Transformers theme song was written by the same songster.

The Smurfs were a Spanish creation.

Half the motivation for perfecting a post is finding that perfect photo, the right medium to enhance this post Shakesperian pentameter.  I'm 1/2 tempted to photo my self typing this page, wouldn't that be Escheresque; or I could wait till tomorrow and have someone photo me walking a narrow path, arms outstreached to maintain balance, dignity and form like the comely trees.  However, Why should this focus so much on me.  Oh, I know you love me, in spite of all my flaws, and sure I left you high and dry up there in the Rockies or Andes or whatever hills you find yourself in.  But c'mon, you'll get along fine without me, and hey, I'm sure you'd actually like to be here too, right?  Be truthful, you're jealous, and secretly inwardly you're craving this experience.  Okay, I've gone too far, there's no going back now.  I cannot turn this ship around and insert some serious high minded societal critique.  Just stop reading, I'll stop typing, and I'll try to find some silly photograph to insert.  But seriously (as if I could get serious at this juncture), there was only one man in the Garden, ya know?  How slow and dull was that compared to bustling hustlers out here on the main?  These towers are taller than trees, each of them filled to the brim with little Adam replicas.  I've really been thinking, to tell you the truth, about food.  Remember how they ate the apple?  Remember how later they craved leeks and melons?  Samson and Jonathan both had a weakness for honey.  We've all gotta eat.  But what is it about 40 day and nights that starves that craving?  Flesh counts for nothing means something... Something that can't be learned in a garden.  Switching from petrol to rocket fuel is taking a while, but I'll get off this rock sooner or later, just wait and see.  You know the weird thing about vampires?  Especially in the 19th century version, the assistant turned lunatic kept saying, "The blood is the life."  There's truth to that.  It's in Leviticus 17.   And I think that when we turned away from savoring the eternal Bread, we began to eat each other (spiritually speaking), which is what evil spirits do, too.  If we insist on this, like Paul in Galatians says, we'll just devour each other up.   A mad scientist should always experiment on himself first before trying it on others.  So my hypothesis is that we need more than bread for life.  We need words that will never pass away.  My initial contest is to spend less "me time", less time with "friends", and more time with someone closer than a brother.  I'll let you know how it works out.

I'm really going out on a limb here.  I.G.'s lyrics are "do do do do do, Inspector Gadget.... Go, Gadget, Go!"  I'm lying about the authorship of the two songs, I really don't know.  And as far as I know, Smurfs creator's name is Payayo or something like that, so maybe he is from Spain : ?

For the joy set before him

With mine hip forsaken, it crosses the line,

a mad dash to finish first.

Upset the battle within to spurn

a thousand shards of twisted scar.

I am the nail, and none can snatch from Your hand.

Belated Eternity, mops your brow,

sweaty moans in pains understood;

My mother relates, but is not related.

Unless, like a criminal's last breath,

Acknowledge justice's wrath,

and share with me

this broken cup.

Why this course such a challenge to my fragile pride.  First point:  Inside I am torn between silent attention and clamourous cacaphony.  More time to study would be a perfect excuse to avoid the daily tongue in ear dance.  More exposure to tongue lashing would only remind me of the precious time needed in solutidinal study.  There's more to life than finding balance, but I'm becoming mentally imbalanced trying to hear what they say, and saying what they need to hear.  Second point:  I just need to relax a little.  "Calgon, take me away!"  

Today's 2taal is really just a matter of word displacement, and any dislexic unfortunate enough to amble through these ramblings might not win immediate I.Q. points upon finding said slip up. 

1.  Traditionally, insanity or madness is the behavior whereby a person flouts societal norms and may become a danger to themselves and others.

2.  "Deaf and dumb" (or even just "dumb", when applied to deaf people who do not speak) is an fairly recent term that is generally considered inoffensive.

3.  Culture shock isn't a clinical term or medical condition. It's simply a common way to describe the confusing and nervous feelings a person may have after leaving a familiar culture to live in a new and different culture.

Techna-Logos

1:  I bought and used my first cell phone only 3 months ago.

2:  I've never bought my own computer.

3:  I still have no real use for all these gizmos.

Check it out, so cool!  The screen flips around, it's only got 3 buttons, it doesn't make a bulge or weigh too much; who thinks up these things?  I was waiting for the in-skull head-set with fingertip-identification function.  I've seen too many science fiction movies to settle for anything less than a built in credit-card in my hand and wi-fi capability for my head.  But for now I have made the plunge.  Credit card was a must for on-line shopping.  Cell phone has just become plain necessary.  But why the i-Touch, you ask?  I was actually kicking myself for not getting an iphone in the states - I love that all in one stuff (camera, phone, PDA, mp4, WWW), but thinking about it, what if I lose this very precious doo-dad?  It might be better to just have separate machines according to their various functions; a more democratic approach to technology, though in my heart I am a staunch monarchist.  But the question remains, "Why have all these gizmos?  Does anyone really boast about their lives improvement, souls satisfied with silicon's savory skills?  Of course not!  Oh, shy and timid soul, surfing wireless waves, look out yonder window and ponder the generations gone by.  Did they not feast upon life, making the most of dirt, wind, heat and cold, market smells and sounds, dinner tables, roadways, stares, grimaces, sighs, wanderings and wailing.  Why then, settle for this dim light?  I'm not addressing you, dear wonder, who only rides this mad horse to catch distance friends posts.  I'm addressing our own fear that place drives us, blind, deaf, and dumb in cryptic cyber cipher.  Be that as it may, this little doo hickey is so cool!  I'll post again when the glimmer fades.

The third is more an opinion than fact (but it's true).  The second is true.  The first is false (I bought a cell 8 years ago, used it for 2 weeks, and returned it for a full refund).

Safer in the Gym

Safer in the Gym
Originally uploaded by HiHoSilverAway

1..... Exercicio es muy mal para el cuerpo.

2..... Beber mucho cafe es mal para el cuerpo.

3..... Montar bicicleta en la calle es peligroso!

So this is me working up an appetite before lunch. Don't get the impression that this is me all the time, because it's not. Oh no! I'm very busy doing all kinds of things all day, believe you me. First thing in the morning, I have coffee and oatmeal with a banana and peanut butter. Then I devote a little time. Brush teeth, grab wallet, books, and I hop down the stairs to class. Then I listen, absorb, challenge and change my brain waves to become attuned with my immediate surroundings, it's all very scientific. Then, to top it off, I hop on my bike (a lot of hopping so far) and pedal up to the ol' gym. And it really is an old gym, none of this 24 hours stuff, oh no! Then after my tummy turns and I'm feeling weak and dizzy, I stumble out (notice, no hopping here) to pedal around to the cafeteria for a delightful delectable assortment of varied veggies and meat stuffs. It gets a little hazy after that. Some days I walk around to the shops (notice, no biking involved), to talk to the shopkeepers, or ask strangers for directions or ride a bus for a couple stops, seeing who I can aquest (is that a word?) When 2 rolls around I must, oh, I must, return to class, but only certain days. So back to the bike (I promise a video of a real bike ride), and sit at a desk til four, at which point I head out for food again. Okay, by now you're wondering if you haven't already asked yourself, but with whom speaketh I? I will tell thee; florists, taxi and bus drivers, students, street sweepers, random strollers and stragglers, restaurant attendees, indeed, any and all who might venture to meet with my meek and lowly presence. And believe me, I'm pretty meek and low right now, what will little or no serious language acquisition, it seriously must be like talking to a two year old. Hopefully it won't depend on my wisdom but on Someone's seeming foolishness. Exercise yourself to _______, for physical exercise is of some value, butt _________ exercise is good for this life and ______ ____________.

Breakfast of More than Conquerors

3.  I have never had coffee from Starbucks.

2.  My favorite coffee has come from machines.

1.  I like to munch on coffee beans at the grocery store.

New fruit makes a perfect juice,

a better sweet promise believe,

poured by grace in sin's old skin,

Dead Adam, begins to stretch and leak.

Power has left me he sometime said,

That bent woman's blood suddenly ceased.

That night with agony wrestled,

Sweet mourning, whine darkened eyes,

Stretching the cracked sack of flesh

in great trouble, doubled with agony.

a message strong enough with might.

To remind his strength continue on,

wrestling the terrors within and without,

His whining forces stronger became

and great drops thick as blood

Fell falling to the earth.

His followers slept to the ground,

drunk with fear and warned.  He kept on

Grappled foul with darkened powers,

His brow feeling wrath's weight,

surrounding devil's mighty bands

their force and malice excercised all

to chase and hound his distracted soul,

wounded he prayed more earnestly

with stronger cries and tears and sweat

in such cold night, his brow bubbled

thick, gruesome drops, even falling, groaned.

Arising the sun, and crowed a cock, lifted eyes,

they lifted his skin above the crowd

and earth shifted, sky dark grew

and pierced his rib, the sack spewed dark

and light upon the rebel race.

Unless you eat this broken bread 

and drink this strange alien work,

you have no life, but dank rotting gut

old juice forbidden and death.

But this bread and cup he gives anew

fresh and lively bursting both

the gardens and wilds where we have

Slain container, the spirit anew

refreshes the face and earth supple

gives again what we cannot 

ever 

lose.

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Who on this planet has not had Starbucks, really.  Of course I have.  But I do prefer the machine (powder, syrup, I dunno, I just like it).  And yes, the cashier has told me I had grounds in my smile.

Violin

I can play the piano.

I can play the guitar.

I can play the violin.

Tucked away in a storage garage somewhere is a man's workshop.  He spends the day with small saws, clamps, and very brittle wood.  The wood needs to be cut, shaped, formed, and polished.  The man works for a businessman who scolds him if he comes in late.  The businessman takes the violin to his store front where practicing musicians come.  Some tunes are very famous, classics.  Others just scale major and minor appeggios.  I wish I could play better.  I do play.  When I play I struggle sometimes with a warbly voice, cold fingers, off tempo.  I just give up sometimes.  Really, I would like to just play pretty.  But I play for someone who loves to listen to the soul of the song.  That keeps me smiling when I play.  I don't know who made my instrument, I don't know where it was bought.  I know who hears me when I play it.

I've tried, but can't play the violin.

heaven square, earth round

Well, ain't this a geographical oddity!

1... Heaven is a cube, the earth is a sphere.

2... Heaven is a sphere, so is the earth.

3... Earth is the proper domain of humans.

 In ancient times, they thought that the heavens were round and the earth was square.  What is more real, the things above or the things we can see here and now?  I was talking with a new friend.  He tells me his people have things backwards, and don't realize that if there is more than meets the eye, then that life is more important that this current one, and only a fool would loose the eternal for the things that are passing.  We're not sure why more people don't see this, why they keep driving 90mph towards an unfinished bridge.  If they could see this, it wouldn't be due to our fancy arguments, but a movement of the waters where people are healed.  "But we're not sick," they say.  But who's missing the boat?  If they could only see, or dream, but Jacob's ladder is a dream for the elect.

Extra...1st Xtian in NJ Works at Apple Store

Uno...I used to write a lot of poetry.

Dos...I used to draw a lot of sketchings.

Tres...I used to play sports every day.

Left or Right Wing, Near or Far East,Up or Down Town, Lover or Po’ Boy.

Aims and guiding Sliding to suffer Another daily grind Coffee mug, bread

Smiles, sorrows, angst, That peculiar longing To fly, to lose touch...

Call me Ichabod, Call me anytime To guide and show The Way, the Truth,

The Life style Always wanted to Disjointed midnight mumbling A loving father if I can only

Dig through the center of this rock. But a bird doesn't dig...

Three, of course.  C'mon, how moody I am.  I was E-Mo before there ever was such.  Whatever, Not that emos can't play sports.  I bought a soccer ball today and had two offers to play basketball.  I can't weight for the gym to open, I brought my bag gloves, and jogged today, realizing the heart is also a muscle.  Joga, Bolivia!

1... I have been to the moon.

2... I don't really like shopping with friends.

3... I don't really like shopping at all.

This one's easy. I much prefer sitting on a park bench watching two barges scooping pond scum while trying to tell the Truth to a total stranger in a twister of a tongue, than shopping, whether alone or with someone. I like to take my time and try to get the best deal, but with friends, I feel like I'm wasting time. Alone, I can get lost in the dizziness of decision making, and just wish they only made one type of the thing I'm after. Either way, I usually regret the purchase later, and would rather just live a simple life like A & E in the Garden. Silly shopping. And sorry for complaining. I'm really just mimicking the style of blog my friends tend to write. Moon!

Up, up, and The Way.

1st.. I love climbing trees, poles, rocks, mountains, building, fences, etc.
2nd.. I once fell out of a tree 20 feet, landed upright, but chipped my bottom front teeth.
3rd.. My friends and I once pulled down a telephone pole with kite string, then climbed it.

How can you tell who someone really is? Word tells us certain formula, which is helpful and trustworthy. Wind also lets us feel certain about people, and prompts us to question. Who are you, is a bold but basic inquiry, so might bring about a wrinkling of the lips, meaning, "I'm not sure how to respond." That is a understandable motive beneath the response, and correlates to the equally awkward question. "Who are you, really?" Today I climbed a pole. So did the two men with me. As we cling contrasted against sky, not earth, how do we seem to each other? Why did we climb the pole? It wasn't my impulse, I promise you. But the question rings in my soul regarding my today companions, "Who are you, really?" Their character is clear; all around is blur. Tomorrow I will ask one of them.

Language Corners of the World

1... Detecting a lie by hearing is easier than by reading.

2... It's hard to talk while eating peanut butter sandwiches.

3...  I know this language like the back of my hand.

Sleeping all day is so strange, like having lost money somewhere, or missed a turn, it feels like something valuable has gone astray.  Last night was good, though.  I went to "English Corner", that internationally renowned salon wherein are plumbed the deep concepts.  Our topical lesson described an American Indian in N.Y.C. who heard a cricket.  Nobody else heard it, but the clever chap demonstrated his moral point; people hear what they're listening for.  He dropped a handful of change on the sidewalk and every head within a block turned.  In class, the natives had trouble with the words cement and concrete.  I don't blame them.  And I can't understand first and fourth.  Also, it is much easier to define a foreign term using one's first language, rather than piecing the definition together with more foreign words.  I likely sound like a loose loon.

I'm nervous about beginning language study, oh yes.  It will be a challenge for me, years away from study halls and book shelves.  The last thing I learned was bus.  Before that, I learned how to manage high school students with visual aids and physical proximity.  But now, I must master the most misfitted tongue ever devised to bedevil the days of men.  Funny thing, too.  I live quite near the tallest tower in the province.  Here they can make a name for themselves and not be scattered throughout the earth.

Many are being scattered, and believe it or not, Ripley, many of these crazy characters have headed west to whoop it up in Tucacas.  I seen 'em!  So maybe in less than a decade I can go there too, talk up a storm and see what brews.  But for now, where them books at?

Bouncing Bumpy Bus (5x real fast)

#1... So, happily riding a double decker bus, the driver let me sit in the seat and pull forward about 10 feet.  Exhilterating!

#2... The drive from the airport seemed much slower than the ride to it.

#3... We pulled over for McDonald's, where I befriended the luggage boy, though he refused my fries and burger.

I must say that other nations have remarkable ideas in governing a troublesome populace. Capacity doubled! Fuel economized! Fun times a'rollin'! The only scary issue is the speed limit. There is none. The only other scary issue is the gaping chasm and steep stairs between level 1 and level 2 (sounds like a dungeon battle video game). The only other additional scary issue... But scary issues aside, so much can be learned by incorporating old world styles with new world smiles. But that's someone else's job.  (numero uno es la mentira!)

That's a Lotta Watta, Lottie!

Water Water Everywhere, and not a drip to drink!

Unless I can call the right number, say the right words, be there at the right time, and pay the correct amount. Plenty of empty water jugs, and fast friendly efficient service. Someone told me city life is easy - compared to country life. One day I might live in the country, but life is challenging enough without worrying about these basic necessities.

1...  The Flood was a local deluge.

2...  We're all related.

3...  Sin is real.

GO!!

1... Everyone will be saved.

2... The Maker will be praised for everything.

3... All this is really difficult to understand.

It's funny how one word, or even how one sound can have two totally different meanings for two different people. At the same time, waiting for meaningful events to happen is happier when two people share the same hope. We both long for a location located high above our reach at this time. We both come from places pleasant enough on their own. But why wait, some people ask, and they fall flat on their face. How horrible! Wait, it's worth the wait. Face to face with the One. How nice will that be!

Get set...

1... Seinfeld is no longer running except in sindication.

2... The moon is made of silica dust.

3... I have a great idea for this blog.

Wow, they really let people do this. I don't know what to say, give me a little time, and ready access to the backspace (delete) for some fine fanangling of serious fiction. I'm so intimidated by the super wonderful blogs I've just perused (2) that I am at a loss, temporary, for subject matter. Is it possible to have a blog about nothing, a seinfeldian experiential experiment of merriment, wonder, and mayhem. Maybe call it what it is, a blab. O for an original arrangment in an ocean of cross eyed oxen. Maybe it'll eventually make sense. Just give it time.

On your marks...

Testing Testing One Two Three. Learning appropiate ways of expression is not so much of a challenge when it is a mode of survival. Not to worry, hunger and thirst will drive a man to wild gesturing and furious head shaking. Learning to recognize acceptable pricing is only a matter of trial and error. Depending on the region, is it an area of notorious liars, are the people infamous in smuggling rings? Or are they honest and fair? That is the question to be resolved in the following situations. You be the judge.

#1... This is my first blog, ever.

#2... The sun is about 92 million miles away.

#3... The moon is much closer than that.

(These hints are too easy.  If you want to read my previous blog, good luck, I don't remember it's name.)