Belly – Feed The Tree

Children Left Unattended

Children Left Unattended

Dragnet

     Watched a Dragnet episode on Netflix yesterday.  LSD was just coming on the scene and they had no laws against it.  Fortunately, before the 25 minute episode was over, the legislature came through and passed a law declaring it a dangerous drug and therefore illegal so Joe and Friday could go round up the evil LSD users, one of whom had supposedly died from an LSD overdose.

     They don’t make entertainment like this any more, thank you very much.  It was right up there with Reefer Madness.

Awake

I am awake now, managed a bloodless shave.  Always nice when there is no morning blood letting.

Our Daily Bread, a daily devotional I use (started reading in a paper form while in prison, now online, and they’ve just recently discontinued the paper version which I think is unfortunate as prisoners don’t have access to the Internet), had these verses for me to read this morning:

John 1:1-9King James Version (KJV)

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

The same was in the beginning with God.

All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.

In him was life; and the life was the light of men.

And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

There was a man sent from God, whose name was John.

The same came for a witness, to bear witness of the Light, that all men through him might believe.

He was not that Light, but was sent to bear witness of that Light.

That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.

 

Verse 3 is one of the reasons I have problems with creationists who believe that anything they can’t explain, dinosaurs, aliens, are made by Satan to deceive us, are wrong because the Bible is very clear on this point, All things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made.  The dinosaurs, aliens, not anything was made by Satan.

Strange Dream

     I know that last night, particularly during the last few hours of sleep, I kept waking up out of all sorts of strange dreams, but I only remember the last one.  I was a kid, with a group of kids, being chased by some character that resembled an Elvis impersonator, you know with the overly big hair and all.  We were running across peoples yards, for several blocks, and then with the Elvis character more than a block behind us, we arrived at a water front road, it kind of resembled Alki in a vague way but bigger, like an Aurora on Alki.  Somewhere there was a boat that one of the kids had access to.  We were trying to find it, then we could escape the Elvis character via water.  I woke up at that point.

     I just woke up, a good time to record dreams before they’re gone.  Anyway, haven’t shaved or showered yet, but need to wake-up all the way before they do that or I’ll cut more skin than hair.  I’ve learned this from unpleasant past shaving experiences.

     I need to clean up my office.  So much paper everywhere.  My thinking tends to reflect my environment.  If it’s clean and organized, so is my thinking.  If it’s cluttered and disorganized, so go my thoughts and I become unproductive.

18 Days

18 days to go until the end of my community custody, three years it’s been.  Won’t miss going to the office and sitting an hour waiting for the officer.

Tonight, my oldest son Carl, who kept Eskimo going in my absence, will be coming over and we’ll be watching some movies we rented at ScarecrowAmong them is The Grand Budapest Hotel, which my wife and I have seen but my son hasn’t.  It’s a good enough film to see twice.  The Wiki describes it as a comedy film, and certainly there is a lot of comedy in it, but it is more than that, it is a story film, well written and illustrated.  It is one of those films with a lot of detail which makes it worth watching several times.

This head scuz, 2-1/2 months into it, is still not entirely gone although it’s now down to an intermittent runny nose which is a lot easier to deal with than sinus and bronchial congestion.  At least I can sleep and mostly breath now.

It seems like computers are not being nice to me recently, the failure with the kernel upgrades, a problem with VNC on shellx, and now a problem with KDE Desktop on Mint and Ubuntu.  Solutions to all of these problems elude me thus far.

Meeting Interesting People

     I had to go down the co-location facility to reboot the old shell server, eskimo.com.  After doing that I stopped at a Jack In The Box about a block away, both because I needed to use a rest room and there are none provided in the co-location facility (you would think that a place where people occasionally might have to work for hours would provide such things) and I was hungry.

     I’m sitting at a table eating my Jack’s Spicy Chicken sandwich when this man comes in.  He is well dressed and groomed, gives all the appearances of a functional person, until he takes a position more or less at the centre of the restaurant, and starts announcing that all the Starbucks within walking distance have bombs in their telephones.  He further announces that the FBI and CIA are in on it.  They’ve killed tens of thousands, no hundreds of thousands.  He then started to mutter about the drugs they make him take (and he obviously hadn’t taken).

     At this point one of the store employees threatens to call the police and then pulled out a cell phone and started to dial, and then the man left.

     Too bad, I wanted to hear the rest of the story…  Not to dismiss the serious of this man’s condition, but he’s not the first schizophrenic I’ve encountered, but I do find it interesting how the stories they tell are so much like a dream, jumping from subject to subject without any logical constraints that normally apply to every day reality.

     Well anyway, that’s been the highlight of my day, so far..

20 Days

     Had to leave my men’s accountability group today because another member brought their baby daughter in.  My community custody conditions, as defined by the DOC, forbids me contact with minors, even though the courts did not order that as part of my sentence, so I had to leave the group.

     I’m sure there is a constitutional issue there because it should be the courts and not some agency that determines ones sentence, but I haven’t the money nor the will to fight it, I’ve seen enough court to last me a lifetime, and in twenty days it will be moot.  I think it’s an issue that society should address because it’s overall harmful and not helpful.

     But for me, in twenty days it will be moot.

Auntie Grizelda

     Come on folks, nobody has even taken a poke at Auntie Grizelda, and those lyrics, the whole song for that matter, kept going through my brain as I tried to go to sleep last night.  Google hasn’t been helpful, even though they know where I am, where I’ve been, and pretty much what I’m thinking.

     Here is the quandary for me, no bird of prey has ever lit on me or anyone that I know.  Hence, it isn’t obvious to me how Anti Grizelda is different in this respect or what possible qualities that it these lyrics may be inferring about her.

Auntie Grizelda?

In the Monkees song, Auntie Grizelda, what is meant by, “no bird of prey has ever lit on auntie Grizelda”?