little Huxleyan Smorgasborg

Was watching a nice concert on YouTube set in an open (Roman?) Theatre in Ephesus and thinking how nice would it have been to be there and then how nice would have have been to visit it 1000 years ago and 2000 years ago even a few years before the arrival of St-Paul to all mess it up. Mind you now it is just messed up by another religion that's all.

And then I was thinking one could visit Paris in the 19th and even 18th century back to Vercingetorix if one is so inclined.

Let's also remember that the TARDIS is not limited to earth.

The problem though with a TARDIS without a Time Lord is that one has a very short time to use it.

Sure there is a million scenarios one can write and imagine but but but there are also a million constraints physical and political and geographical not to mention mental.

It would be sad to miss a whole "day" on the TARDIS because I am feeling a little deflated today and CBF really.

Anyway the mind is an open field if one is so inclined and this is why to me writing would be the best job ever. Mind you writing something that will be good enough to make a living is another story. I guess one who is retired should not be concerned about that now.

Back to a more practical time machine now the H.G. Wells engine would occupy one for quite some time alone, pun intended.

No different location, no different space in there, but just a shift in time in the time space continuum.

ALSO I don't know about others but here the past seems to be fading away a little fast, at an alarming rate sometimes.

I have been to Paris and to England and to Canada and to the USA many a times but it all seems like a distant dream, fading memories with some part totally gone.

And moreover it is not NOW because NOW is all what counts really. Past is gone Future is not here yet and blah blah blah.


There is also a feeling that not all times and places ought to be enjoyed. I cringed at manifestation of ignorance especially in a large group of people whatever century it is.

Like this H.G. Wells contraption bombs and geological nightmares are bound to surround you at times.

Plus it would also be a little Huxleyan Smorgasborg of way too many choices causing mental paralysis.

Funny how the mind (or my mind anyway at least) escapes to a gazillion impossibilities instead of facing the possible whatever that is: less and less if I am to extrapolate the decline and entropy of this old body that was never great to begin with.

Space Time Continuum

Tom Waits

‘Festival International de Jazz de Montréal’
Expo-Théâtre, Montréal
July 3, 1981

Wish I had a Time Machine now

Where Was I?

In Manitoba for sure, 
the summer before Phoebe was born 
(16-01-1982)
I would not be in Montreal til mid 1983 where Priscilla was born at Santa Cabrini (04-09-1983)

In dreadful bootcamp Ste-Elizabeth for sure working my ass off at Superior Bus Mfg
prolly still a welder by then???

in the strange 4 years I was there I went from Welder to Painter to Punch Press Operator. 

( My very first job in 1972? (16 years old) was punch press operator  after the gruesome 6 months of 70 hours a week for $20 working for my dad as a carpet layer assistant.
I was making $1.65 an hour at the metal shop 

$66 a week
$55? after taxes
and then my mum started charging me room and board at $15 a week
so I had a whole $40 to spend:
double the money for half the time.  

My first Xmas party they had to walk me home very early LOL (home was like 3 doors down)
I might or might not have abused that Gordon's Dry Gin a little.

I always think of Manitoba as 5 years of Siberian gulag 
but it was more like 4 years I think 

considering Gerry was born on the way there
 (01-05-79)
and Priscilla was definitely born in Montreal in Sept 1983.

For a long time I could never remember what years my daughters were born me and my space cadet mind and Sue gave me the best mnemonic ever
My 2nd child was born in 82
and my 3rd child in 83

Anyway I lost most of the 80s somehow.

I often joke that I was in JAIL in the 80s lol

unlike my uncle who was REALLY in jail but said he was in college until I was 12 years old when he resurfaced.

just a short "early morning" reminiscing
between coffee and brekkie
at nearly noon
38 years later

Two "landmarks" are still around. 
One is gone.  
Some people tattoo their kids's birthdays on them.

Track list:
1. The One That Got Away2. Annie’s Back in Town / I Wish I Was in New Orleans3. $29.004. Pasties and a G-String5. Empty Pockets6. Broken Bicycles7. The Tango8. Invitation to the Blues / Eggs and Sausage9. On the Nickel10. Mr. Siegal11. Tom Traubert’s Blues

Listening to it now most of my fav songs are there

WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE NAKED?

To speak of just or unjust in itself is quite senseless; in itself, of course, no injury, assault, exploitation, destruction can be 'unjust,' since life operates essentially, that is in its basic functions, through injury, assault, exploitation, destruction and simply cannot be thought of at all without this character. ~ Nietzsche

In the desert you can remember your name, 
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. 

I always HEARD here: (Freudian ear slip)

In the desert you can remember your name, 
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no 

BLAME

you see

BLAME IS PAIN

La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la ♫♪♫

il n'y a pas de coupables, pas de honte
~ André Fortin

there are no culprits, no shame

Shame and Blame it seems was one of the first thing imposed on us as soon as we left the animal world and were endowed with consciousness.

WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE NAKED?

A phrase I am much certain horribly abused by too many preachers trying to impose curse and condemnation and shame and blame on us in order and for no other purpose than to control us with a power they don't have being under the same human condition as we are,

and I was afraid because I was naked;

The question should have been:

WHO THE FUCK PUT FEAR INTO YOU?

That name and shame and blame hysteria has been the source of countless foaming at the mouth crimes by an ignorant mob usually pushed by a power hungry control freak religious leader or just slowly ingrained into mass brainwashing.

Considering we all end up at the same place "good" or "bad" or out-rightly just fucking horrible one would wonder.

Of course I still "feel" it is so much better to live under the negative golden rule:

DON'T DO UNTO OTHERS
WHAT YOU DON'T WANT THEM
TO DO UNTO YOU.

Otherwise we go back to a short life of terror and anxiety and a jungle of great magnitude.

But that Inhibition should ideally come from the inside of us not from the outside.

Mob hysteria has never ever in the whole mankind history done any fucking good at all.  If there was ever one original sin, one original missing of the mark it would be SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS.

I wonder if any other animal has that? 

They might play the shame and blame game at some level but the self-righteousness game seems to require 
a higher level of consciousness,
 of CON SCIENCE :
With Knowledge.

Plus every one has a different game with different rules too that is what makes it so complicated. I am not saying that one dictatorial set of rules would be better but you know.

The injury, assault, exploitation, destruction that we humans inflict are let say somewhat fucking REFINED compared to your average cat.  
One day maybe I will try to delve deeper in this man made so-called morality thingie but one thing for sure with just one look there is something utterly fucking wrong about it.

Our frail hubristic construct is too weak to know;
too useless, inefficient, and stupid to comprehend.

When the highest IQs in this world build a fucking atomic bomb you know there is something profoundly wrong. 

Here is that word again: WRONG.

As if I was better qualified to interpret it but still there is a deeper understanding that we did miss the fucking mark by more than a few light-years and as a consequence are getting further and further off target if you extrapolate the angle.

For those how have never read me before the very word sin, original or not, is Hamartia which is nothing short of an archer missing his target, missing the mark, the mark usually invented and established by someone else for ulterior dark purposes.

Anyway my posthumous readers can maybe one day add to this morality dilemma of advanced apes.