511 and counting

 

    2,110,233,600 seconds

    35,170,560 minutes

    586,176 hours

    24,424 days

    3489 weeks and 1 day

    6691.51% of a common year (365 days)

Watching short reels again and this wanker tells me that an average life is 4000 weeks which I thought sounder about right

76.923 years give or take a few weeks

I was always impressed 40 years ago by this preacher trying to impress on you the shortness of life and counting it in weeks

If you re 60 and you expect to live to 75 you have 750 weeks left

considering HOW FAST a week goes by and next thing you know it's Monday again AKA Bin Day here.

BLA BLA BLA the usual fear sermon on hell and damnation.

Was looking at the word Save today meaning

To save (someone) from danger or difficulty and I thought

How practical it is  to invent some fictitious danger
like hell to imply the need of a saviour

Anyway I keep joking about that to my massage therapist and my psychologist that I see more or less fortnightly. 

If I live to 72 I have 250 weeks left that is ONLY 125 massages.

Anyhow this wanker who was banking on the catchy preacher sentence used 40 years ago ( used for eons in fact your life is but a vapor etc etc) and then proceeding that YOU were wasting YOUR TIME and HE was gonna tell YOU how to make a better use of YOUR TIME and this is pretty well when I went:

GO FUCK YOURSELF WANKER!

I had another blog brewing after listening to
Don Henley's  Wasted Time that went a bit like this

That TECHNICALLY it is ALL WASTED TIME.

Time is only a short concept while we are alive.
Technically there was no time before we were born
and there will be no time after we die

or at least for all intents and purposes 
NO TIME KEEPING.

Like Roy Batty once famously said:
Our Time, Our Memories will all have vanished 
LIKE TEARS IN RAIN
give it just a few years and nobody NOBODY will remember what we did with our time.

So I got 3489 weeks done and dusted

24K days plus way more than Nick Cave's 22K anyway :P 

Got a long long long 28 weeks to wait
til I leave for Montreal
to spend a short 5 weeks there
if and if and if

But yeah! With 8 billion coming soon if you were to live one week with each individual on the planet you would have to live

153,846,153 YEARS  considering the population is growing exponentially these days you might have to live forever at least an eternity and a half! 

Well if I make it to 4000 weeks and fuck knows I like ROUND numbers I will be happy with that

511 to go and counting 

The lengths that people will go to aka For a Few Dollars More

 

I can't seem to do anything else these days but browse the internet since it seems I have lost my gaming mojo again despite being given some nice privilege I can't even talk about LOL
NDA involved and what not.

And I used to feel guilty browsing one short reel after another but now I don't feel guilty so much anymore, dirty maybe, but not guilty.

Dirty a bit like when I open Firefox and browse the Microsoft / MSN page: so much crap on there.

Anyway last trigger apparently is Neil Oliver joining the conspiracists pages out of spite I suppose since no one is interested anymore in his gambling rambling speculations on what may or MAY NOT have happened 1000 years ago: some people find it so so hard just to say

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW"

as it doesn't fill the time slot of your program or your book
and it wouldn't sell SHIT.

BUT NOT ONLY HIM THOUGH! 

EVERYBODY! 

EVERYBODY is a fucking GURU
and a fucking KNOW-IT-ALL on all subjects.

Welcome to the Internet.

• You're doing this wrong,
• you're doing that wrong,
• you're breathing wrong,
• sleeping wrong,
• drinking wrong,
• eating wrong,
• pissing wrong
• and shitting wrong. 

Listen to ME and for a small fee I will show you
how to
do, breathe, sleep, drink, eat, piss and shit RIGHT!

Barnum and Bailey on an exponential catalyst where everyone with a web cam and an internet connection is trying to sell you 
some snake oil / tripe / shite!  Click baits for a few dollars more.

And that is when they're cheap only fan type follow me is not just absolutely ridiculous or plain boring.

O well if I had any brains left I would surely find a better occupation for sure.. reading Dostoyevsky for instance might be more rewarding but I find myself exhausted every day not able to even finish that interesting link I just click on. 

Huxley Overload Syndrome maybe.

Too tired to study it all and too old to bother.  I don't have the energy anymore to pretend that I know better and that I am in the loop of all the secrets of the earth.  This gnostic bullshit has been going on and on and on for eons anyway.

As far as I know and as far as I am concerned
I WILL GET ALL my vaccines,
hope for the best
and QUE SERA SERA!
Trust the science kind of
not trying to be a rebel without a clue.

I wasted enough years in a cult like mind already and I am tired of it.

So here it is in a nutshell more of my babbling,
my empty sounds,
my kenophony!

More wasted zeros and ones among so many other wasted zeros and ones. Well unless you are an hexadecimal believer that is! :)

P.S. 16 blogs this year so far what I would call a slow year

1988

I was wondering why the album Hysteria brought back such sweet memories to me.

10th of June 1988 (my 10th wedding anniversary) 

I "LIBERATED" myself from the grip of the cult I had been in since oct 12, 1976.

Threw my things in one bag in the back of the company pickup truck, left to a hotel with my last paycheck and muster the courage to go back to my house 2 days later.

The house was totally empty,
They left me one couch to sleep on,
one fork, one knife, one spoon.

Gave my 2weeks notice at work (in Toronto) and rented a tv to save my sanity in this long 2 weeks in this lonely house.
I didn't know where my kids were or my wife or anybody. I was completely OSTRACISED as it was the norm in any cult.

So went back to Montreal, pleaded my case with unemployment insurance and got spared from the 6 weeks penalty for quitting your job.
Got my cheques coming in two weeks and tried to recover from the stunning trauma.

Bought myself a sofa bed a tv and settle in the hottest apartment ever.  Went to bed at daybreak when exhausted. Went shopping at the depanneur across the street late in the afternoon early in the evening rarely saw the light of day.

Didn't see my kids for 9 months in fact first time I saw them was on TV.

After a few months of that again in order to save my sanity I went to work for my old boss, the locksmith I had left in a hurry 1o years back when we fled to Manitoba via Tennessee.

Not for the money as I was not making much more than on UI but just to get back to some sort of normal life.

But I can say that MTV or Musique Plus as we called it has saved my life, It was the days when Pour Some Sugar on Me won every video battle every week and I spent hours and hours watching Evening at the Improv Comedy on A & E.

So here is that bit of memory log all coming back to me now.

Them were the days.

HERD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE

 

Some woke archaeologist is trying to warn us that we are being herded.

Well as an archaeologist he should KNOW that we have always ALWAYS been herded.

We are the sheep, the sheeple, herd/mob mentality IS in our DNA.

Every time one is conscripted or drafted one is herded.

We are HERDED every single day by everything that surrounds us: parents, society, school, media and now ALGORITHMS.

In one of my old blogs I was quoting Oscar Wilde:

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation" - 

What part of 'us' is "us' is one of those sempiternal questions:
Free Will and What Not, Nature vs Nurture etc etc

And then there are those illuminated who THINK they are not herded, they are not the sheeple, they are holier-than-thou, wiser-than-thou, woke, illuminated smart asses of the world who have just fallen in their own little herd.

Some sort of self-righteous cult among all the other self-righteous cults.

WE for sure have fences and boundaries and so many CHAINS we CANNOT see.

As S & G said again:

A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound
Its saddest sound

We are tied by socio-economic chains, geographical chains (closely related to religious chains as well) educational chains

For instance it is nearly impossible nowadays to get the classical education one had in the past with extensive knowledge of past Greek and Latin writers.  It is nearly impossible even now to get a university education that is not TAINTED  by a billion political agendas and this joke only leads most students CHAINED to enormous debts to repay where they are going to HAVE to resort to slaving away and sell out somewhere to another form of slavery. 

So much for free will and free thinking,

PLUS PLUS PLUS nowadays we are completely inundated in this Huxleyan Algorithm which drives most of us insane on the borderline of ADHD.

It always reminds me of one of Ani DiFranco's Song:

In a coffee shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop
In every city
On a day which is every day
I picked up a magazine
Which is every magazine
Read a story then I forgot it right away
And they say goldfish have no memory
I guess their lives are much like mine
And the little plastic castle
Is a surprise every time
And it's hard to say if they're happy
But they don't seem much to mind
(Yee-haw)
WE ARE A HERD.

A herd that rapes and pillages in every war.
A herd that foams at the mouth and gets outraged 
and stones and lynches at the smallest occasion 
when our self-righteousness 
and our hypocritical man-made morality are "offended"

A herd that cannot think, that doesn't have the capacity 
to get beyond war and destruction or even the wisdom
to get above self-destruction

8 billion of engineeringly defective beings not as far above
the other animals as we think.

And to think we are not a herd or just realised we are herded
well it is to think that the shadows in the cave are real. 
We have been herded in myths for thousands of years and
WE STILL ARE. 

To think there is such a thing as a HOLY WAR is
just HERD mentality to begin with.
To think we are the good guys is herd mentality.
To think Us vs Them is herd mentality.

O well I could go on and on and let's not forget 
that I am part of the herd too.

It is funny how we are quick to call others stupid when
we are not too high on the intelligence scale ourselves.

Maybe in the end we are all lost souls swinging in a fish bowl
YEAR after YEAR.

So maybe we are not a HERD, Just a Shoal or a School or a 
WhatNot of Fishes 


Funny how in the old days your herd was always the best and
your god was always the strongest
the good old my daddy is stronger than your daddy

After all the original Hebrew God was called

Yahweh Sabaoth:
The Lord of Hosts
The Lord of the Armies

And then when you got your ass whipped 
you had to find some poor excuse why Daddy let you down

So to conclude 
We are HERDED from Day One
and constantly after that Day after Day
oh we may transfer herd here and then but
A HERD IS A HERD IS A HERD







 

TIME IS TIGHT

Déchéance:

here is another French word that gets lost in translation

Bing tranlates it as: DECAY which is kind of lame

Google says FORFEITURE but also offers DEGRADATION which is better IMHO

Anyway that is the word that came to mind lately as I have been in the habit of watching this "new" chapters on Facebook called Reels and now on YouTube called Shorts.

And I feel the déchéance not only of the world in general
but also of my own soul when I watch them too long.

Thousands and Thousands out there if not MILLIONS trying to get your attention, trying to sell you some TRIPE as Van the Man would say.

And even though my attention span is getting shorter and shorter sometimes it is not short enough as
ALL I NEED is 5 seconds out the of 15 seconds short
to move on to the next one with some thoughts
like Fuck off you try hard or Get fucked you loser.  

(One of the most offensive to me being the cunt who uses a spray bottle on some stranger and pretends to sneeze as a prank: 

get a fucking life you losing wanker. Grow the FUCK UP.)

So many wannabe GURUS, SO LITTLE TIME.

It always reminds me of one of my fav Ani DiFranco song:

EVERYONE IS A FUCKING NAPOLEON.

There sure is a lot of "ink" time, or zeros and ones as I call them out there INCLUDING MINE.

DECADENCE might be a better word exactly
as in the decadence of an empire or of a generation.

You can't cancel YouTube or Facebook or even better TikTok out there. 
The market goes where it is wanted and way too often to the LCD unfortunately,
the Lowest Common Denominator.

P.T. Barnum was fully aware of that now.

I am sure there are excellent informative, educational wonders on the internet, pearls one might say, but like everything in life a bit à la Huxley they are utterly buried in a fuckton of manure making it nearly impossible to find, making the digging completely exhausting and the stench unbearable.

Anyway it seems to be a "new" trend from my POV and not one in the right direction if you ask me but then again I IS NO GURU either! 

People vying for their 15 seconds of fame in a pandemic world void of real contact and even real jobs these days.  

Easy money street aka the oldest profession in the world.

Mind you the oldest profession in the world gets more respect in my book.

So here is my two bits to throw on top the fuckton of existing manure already.

As Booker T. & the M.G.'s once said:

TIME IS TIGHT! :)

but that was FIFTY THREE years ago way way before the days of the internet

If I can dream

 Who you are!
Who you think you are! and
Who you would like to be!

Sometimes I think I was born too early and then again the future does not look so promising except maybe for a few medical advances but what would be the point of living a long life then?

At other times I think I may have been born too early.

I missed by a smidgeon a totally different system of education which I may or probably would not have enjoyed but could fantasize on or dream of.  (never finish a sentence with a preposition) 

When I was in primary school just before they opened the very first new "polyvalente" school my options for the future were thus:

1. Classical 

for the great brains who wanted to study humanities and languages and all the great classics, who wanted to read all Cicero or Plato  in their original languages: Latin and Greek respectively.

For the "bolés" as we called them in Quebec back then.

2. Scientific

for the other kind of "bolés" who liked maths more than english or french and liked to study maths, physics, chemistry etc

3. General

for the hoi polloi the riff raff and the rest of them that didn't quit after high school or go to a trade school

Classical studies has always been a dream of mine but then again it was never to happen for many reason a) they quit that system the very year I entered high school and b) I wasn't cut out for it having been ruined much earlier. 

There was a kind teacher in year 7,
Mr St-Onge (my mother's maiden name strangely enough) who tried to rescue me but he came a little too late.
The damage that the other St-Onge had done was irremediable.

Anyway 

I could of ;) done my own education and read all the great books but history says I didn't. 

Chose the Drugs and Rock and Roll road instead and look where that led me now :P

Speaking of that Mr. St-Onge I bawl my eyes
out every time I hear this song from
 Alexandre Poulin: L'écrivain.

I am always reminded of this story of this French Canadian girl who was trying to use this expression once I bawled my eyes out and said instead:

I cried my balls out! LOL

Over and Out

 

Chains We Cannot See

 

 

Holy Lord spirit, set us free

From chains we cannot see

~ Keith Green

Always loved this expression:

CHAINS WE CANNOT SEE!

How many CHAINS WE CANNOT SEE do we have?

We don't know because WE CANNOT SEE!

There are countless chains of the mind, innumerable.

All of Freud's defence mechanisms
plus the numerous logical fallacies we believe,
all the confirmation BIASES we have
and great lacunas we have in epistemology.  

IQ is never enough to overcome all of these.

Another big one seems to be
not as much socio-economical sometimes
(even though this one is a big one too)
as GEOGRAPHICAL.

Americans all fall in the same holes,
so do French and Italians and the whole world. 

Strangely enough the best religion always seems to be the one you're in where you are.
More than often the best political party is the one your father was in and all your ancestors.

Children are bound early by extreme cultural pressure and don't dare to fly on their own. 
Especially that flying on your own in many different culture will just get you KILLED.

Ostracization ALSO plays a huge role in controlling your peers.

Basically we ALL are horses with blinders
 to keep us away from being distracted or separated from the holy flock,
the holiest flock there is, if one likes being a sheep.

Our vision, our understanding is awfully limited and even more limited by the fact we don't know we have these blinders we're a bit like Plato's cave dwellers aren't we?

The most intelligent of us know nothing. 
They can't save us.

While I am on this subject

My next blog should be titled:

ALGORITHMS? Good or pure Evil?

I realised as I was watching an enlightening video on nutrition on YouTube that I was going to be inundated now with every charlatan on the planet trying to sell me his tripe.

Hard to decipher anything to start with but even harder when 

THE GAME IS RIGGED and you are spoon-fed partial information for the only purpose again to sell you MORE TRIPE.

The bowling alley is NOT levelled
and you ALWAYS end up in the gutter.
It's like trying to win at these claws machine
or beat the house at the casino.
THE HOUSE ALWAYS WIN.

So if no one can't see a thing why am I trying to see through the mud and darkness now?

Maybe even the belief that there is an answer (a truth) is a delusion itself
another chain that keeps us down
a bit like the matrix,
we need the challenge to feel important
but we are not important:

WE ARE INSIGNIFICANT all of us.

The word seeker and searcher being mirages to keep us going in this desert.

Mind you the blue pill of delusion seems tempting sometimes because who knows what reality really is?

MORPHEUS (cont’d): What you know you can’t explain, but you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life—that there’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking about?

NEO: What truth?

MORPHEUS: That you are a slave, Neo. 

Like everyone else, you were born into bondage.

 

Born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch.

 

A prison for your mind.

So like Creed and Scott Stapp I ask?

Have I created my own prison?

Or was it created for me?

Or are we born a slave , a serf, like Morpheus says?

Are we born in a prison?

And the only Great Escape / Freedom is Death Itself?

Give me freedom or give me death?

Give me freedom BY giving me death?

From my poor limited POV no one was ever free.

Not Einstein, not Oppenheimer, not Proust, not Oscar Wilde, 

no poet, no scientist , no one ever.

(funnily enough the Creed song is now followed by Don't Fear the Reaper lol funny algorithms again)

Shit tons of ink has been poured

 a gazillion of zeros and ones have been wasted 

(digital communications)   including mine

and still we will never know.

I will never ever know but I will keep asking 'til my last breath.

The pursuit of knowledge and wisdom is probably the most futile waste of energy while this planet exists.

Because after all the short passage of consciousness in this universe in infinitesimal in cosmic time
and prophet Farrokh Bulsara was right once again and came the closest to the ultimate wisdom and knowledge:

Nothing really matters, 

anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows ♫♪♫

on a last controversial note one of the biggest blinding prison ever is RELIGION