consider this... if i announced i was going to burn a bible to protest christianity because "fill in the blank reason" what would the christian reaction be? odds are unless it was a slow news day maybe a mention on the news, maybe ministers would write strongly worded letters, maybe just maybe, there would be a dozen people with signs in front of my house. if on the other hand i chose to burn a koran...? they are rioting in afghanistan and indonesia, the president of the usa is speechifying about it, talk radio (all sides) is foaming at the mouth, thousands of death threats, etc. etc. etc. south park mocks jesus and bhudda...nada, south park mocks mohamad... rage around the world! what conclusion would you draw from this?

Reagen cut fdr's top tax rate which removed the incentive to reinvest in ones own company and made money hoarding the sport of the robber barons. clinton (as fortold by h.ross perot) signed nafta and sent american jobs to china by way of mexico, AND gave china most favored nation status. w cut the top tax rate again and made investing other peoples money into hoarding-on-meth. obama is a great orator, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. feels like france, russia, and exodus all over again. left-wing corporate ho's, right-wing corporate ho's, and no-wings for the rest of us.

time to stop paying the chinese to poison us and start making our own

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looking at iris's pictures i saw paul smyres remembers me as an "interesting" person. i think that an explanation of myself is in order (finally). i'm 58, i have suffered from extream pain, near-lethal depression, near-continuous panic attacks, and almost no short term or long term memory since birth. i'm very good at both sucking-it-up, faking-it, and blinding with bull shit. about 10 years ago i had my last and worst breakdown and went for better living thru chemistry. depression and panic are now 95% controlled. the pain and physical damage gets ibuprofen and sometimes vodka, but the memory is still non-existent. i remember my dreams and nightmares far, far better than i remember woodstock and india. with work i can usually figure out what i did yesterday but anything earlier than that is a blurred muddle. i can only remember what people look like by a photograph of them. i have a great talent for machines and physical design but i cannot remember the names of the parts. everything else is foggy colored blur of feelings and emotions and very much a mystery to me. this may explain why i have avoided woodstock reunions and other forms of contact. 10 years of meds and FB is what it has taken to get to where i am now. i'm open for questions.looking at iris's pictures i saw paul smyres remembers me as an "interesting" person. i think that an explanation of myself is in order (finally). i'm 58, i have suffered from extream pain, near-lethal depression, near-continuous panic attacks, and almost no short term or long term memory since birth. i'm very good at both sucking-it-up, faking-it, and blinding with bull shit. about 10 years ago i had my last and worst breakdown and went for better living thru chemistry. depression and panic are now 95% controlled. the pain and physical damage gets ibuprofen and sometimes vodka, but the memory is still non-existent. i remember my dreams and nightmares far, far better than i remember woodstock and india. with work i can usually figure out what i did yesterday but anything earlier than that is a blurred muddle. i can only remember what people look like by a photograph of them. i have a great talent for machines and physical design but i cannot remember the names of the parts. everything else is foggy colored blur of feelings and emotions and very much a mystery to me. this may explain why i have avoided woodstock reunions and other forms of contact. 10 years of meds and FB is what it has taken to get to where i am now. i'm open for questions.looking at iris's pictures i saw paul smyres remembers me as an "interesting" person. i think that an explanation of myself is in order (finally). i'm 58, i have suffered from extream pain, near-lethal depression, near-continuous panic attacks, and almost no short term or long term memory since birth. i'm very good at both sucking-it-up, faking-it, and blinding with bull shit. about 10 years ago i had my last and worst breakdown and went for better living thru chemistry. depression and panic are now 95% controlled. the pain and physical damage gets ibuprofen and sometimes vodka, but the memory is still non-existent. i remember my dreams and nightmares far, far better than i remember woodstock and india. with work i can usually figure out what i did yesterday but anything earlier than that is a blurred muddle. i can only remember what people look like by a photograph of them. i have a great talent for machines and physical design but i cannot remember the names of the parts. everything else is foggy colored blur of feelings and emotions and very much a mystery to me. this may explain why i have avoided woodstock reunions and other forms of contact. 10 years of meds and FB is what it has taken to get to where i am now. i'm open for questions.

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new use for a rub-a-dub

i was given a rub-a-dub machine a while back. i have to keep it because ronni uses it to wake up her but when she's been doing art to long. so i've been thinking up uses. tell you what, it can shake up a can of spray paint! 3 minutes of shaking in 30 seconds! i'm designing a jig so i can shake up more than one at a time and not have to hold it.

cr 914 FLAMINGO goes...

finally got FLAMINGO in the water.   found two lakes within 5 miles of me and they are perfect for sailing.

i'm still working on reshaping the figureheads right breast and trying to figure out how to attach the helmsman.

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i want an OCR /TRANSLATOR program for sanskrit. there are hundreds of thousands of untranslated documents in south india. who knows, there could be copies of texts that were lost at alexandria.

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mr. jingles...the world is his toilet

oh...he only looks like he's dead.  he's really a sleeping tummy slut.

blue is the color of the phenominalogical...

what i post here is no longer going to be solely of misery.  yup, screw misery!

evils of drink...

there are these bushes in my backyard with large red berries which ripen and ferment.  robins love them...sometimes to much.  robins like to skim over things when flying, bear that in mind.   so this robin was snacking on the berries and, having his fill, decided to fly  up and over the garage roof as usual.  down from the shed he goes, skimming over the grass and then a vertical swoop over the roof.  except he was 3 inches off and nailed the bottom of the gutter with his head BANG!  flat-spin to a foot above the ground and a crazed flutter to the ash tree where he sat weaving sided to side for 5 minutes.  the next time i saw him he flew AROUND the garage!

another dip in the art swamp...

here's one of the owed 10.  it took three weeks of leaving and returning until i knew what to do with the image.
this is "AYE NOW".








                                   

WHY! well why not.  i cut the card out of a mushy get well card and was trying to do BAD ART on the front but i ended up liking it.



















 

here's the third one
also BAD ART reformed.

i still can't quite figure out how to post and arrange stuff.  sucks!

way beyond mere depression...

april was bad.  i have become used to the level of effexor in my current dose and spent the month feeling hopelessly sad and buried in a pit of almost irresistible inertia.  i was constantly thinking of things i wanted to do and even made reminder notes but hours would pass while i sat blankly surfing stumble upon or brushing the cats.  now THEY like it when i'm immobilized by misery because there is a constant lap.  one leaves, the next one plops down and i, feeling the way i was, found it almost impossible to budge them off my lap.
easy to tell how much better i'm feeling, i can't blog when i'm wrapped up in the blue-black blanket of despair.  even with better-living-thru-chemistry i still get the shakes leaning out over the void.
i am so tired of pain.
i stopped drinking every evening.  i loved it, i loved the sensation of warm numbness like body and brain being lowered slowly into a pool of anesthetic.  everything became gentle and amusing, i loved life, the universe, everything.  having a couple shots of vodka every afternoon was like hitting the reset button on my life.  i'd wake up in the morning ready to start over from square one but not drinking feels like the day never ends.  sleep doesnot feel like a reset but rather like short break in an endless confusing and exhausting day.   even not working, it still feel like i never get a break or a reset.
  i've never been a mean drunk or violent but when i am already depressed i get snotty and sarcastic and cruel even tho i don't mean to be.  the alcohol lets the bitterness and misery escape.  so i let myself have a bomber of some craft beer friday and saturday night.
i am even cutting that down to only on friday night because i weighed myself last week and i'm up to 213 pounds.  i spent 90% of my adult life floating between 155 and 170 so everything from my waist down is screaming.   so no more flan or pudding, tortillas and peanut butter, butterfingers, or sody-pop until i break 175.  losing 38 pounds shouldn't be hard as long as my knees and feet are ganging up on me.
 

more stuff i've made

i've been making these little catapults off and on for 5 years.  sold some but mostly given them away.  you can paint on the face of the disc and clip the whole thing onto your shirt or hat which disguises its true nature.  i was including a bag of dried chick-peas as ammo, being good skwirrul food, range is about 12' up and 25' forward.  small but deadly!

clematis fix

i did not realize when i planted four clematis two years ago that they need lots of full sun to grow.  i planted them on the north side of the garden shed so they could be seen from the porch.  they would look lovely if they had grown.

but i'm not as stupid as i look and here's my solution.  the mirror came from the shower, pulled out when we first moved in and saved because i was sure that i would find a use for it someday.  now all i have to do is adjust the angle every hour or so.  we'll see if it works. 

UPDATE 22-XI-11:  actually it fried the clematis!   looking at the reflected sunlight on the shed you can see that the mirror is slightly concave.   just that much concentrated the rays and SMOKIN' !  i potted the clematis and just move them around now.

latest creation

this is a lamp.  plastic translucent silverware, a stainless bowl, and a half-silvered vanity bulb.