You can now see me in my Mystery Hunters programme on Discovery Kids on Youtube
There was a little more at the start of the programme but it was easier to show the main clip without any more fiddling around.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
Spiritual progress
The current theme is theory and practice. Someone finally noticed what I knew already, I can answer most people's questions about life. If they ask me anything technical that's another matter, but situations that affect us all I do know. But they also mean that I realise our limits. Understanding also means recognising what we can't do, and so far it appears most of life is damage limitation once it starts to unwind. But when other people only have one or two specific problems in an otherwise OK life I can probably fix it. Just what I do. The next step, the one beyond this is the spiritual. Feeling good despite the outside shite. Plenty of that, no shortage, and we need to become immune. I know the general view which was really born with the Buddha's enlightenment. But in fact since then a handful of individuals ever reach such a point, the rest devote their lives to that aim with some or no progress. Their answer uses reincarnation but that is a naive way to fix an equation when the true answer is it's almost impossible to achieve whatever you do.
There are two spiritual paths, the peak and the trough. They do not rule each other out, as the peaks often precede the trough, the same as a normal orgasm and a tantric orgasm. Now these are real as I can attest, and put the others to shame. Much harder to repeat though. The normal meditation can produce temporary highs but true enlightenment is a constant peace. Apparently. Now whether the teachers used the methods they recommend to reach their own is debatable except for Nick Roach, but all recommend one thing, focus on the now. Whichever aspect they choose it all involves altering your awareness to the present and the rest gradually wears away. But that can take a lifetime even if you follow it religiously. It took Nick 17 years and he's probably one of the few who made it at all. But Tony Parsons did suddenly with no practice at all, but recommends one very similar which he slipped into spontaneously. For peak experiences Maharaji did what he teaches, but we get random results despite identical practice, and even the peaks last for minutes so far, so I understand the limitations of that type of process. But I've got a million times more from that than the other sort which barely does anything. We can all switch our awareness from normal to witnessing where we are and what we're feeling, but little usually comes of it.
Buddha does describe stages of enlightenment, and this would mean if you practice presence you ought to work your way through these stages, some going all the way to the end. I appear to be going backwards in mine, but at least know there are no better ways to improve. Slow appears to be the word, whatever you are going to do, even if something happens quickly as it may it isn't easy to repeat. But what's the alternative? There isn't one. The effort I've put in alone should have shown some results, but I'm very dubious if there are any. But I'll carry on practicing as the alternative is not even trying.
There are two spiritual paths, the peak and the trough. They do not rule each other out, as the peaks often precede the trough, the same as a normal orgasm and a tantric orgasm. Now these are real as I can attest, and put the others to shame. Much harder to repeat though. The normal meditation can produce temporary highs but true enlightenment is a constant peace. Apparently. Now whether the teachers used the methods they recommend to reach their own is debatable except for Nick Roach, but all recommend one thing, focus on the now. Whichever aspect they choose it all involves altering your awareness to the present and the rest gradually wears away. But that can take a lifetime even if you follow it religiously. It took Nick 17 years and he's probably one of the few who made it at all. But Tony Parsons did suddenly with no practice at all, but recommends one very similar which he slipped into spontaneously. For peak experiences Maharaji did what he teaches, but we get random results despite identical practice, and even the peaks last for minutes so far, so I understand the limitations of that type of process. But I've got a million times more from that than the other sort which barely does anything. We can all switch our awareness from normal to witnessing where we are and what we're feeling, but little usually comes of it.
Buddha does describe stages of enlightenment, and this would mean if you practice presence you ought to work your way through these stages, some going all the way to the end. I appear to be going backwards in mine, but at least know there are no better ways to improve. Slow appears to be the word, whatever you are going to do, even if something happens quickly as it may it isn't easy to repeat. But what's the alternative? There isn't one. The effort I've put in alone should have shown some results, but I'm very dubious if there are any. But I'll carry on practicing as the alternative is not even trying.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Do we have the power?
I am still working on understanding how life turns out like a TV script. So much seems arranged, good or bad but similar phases. If the theory is true I am dreaming it all then I'm not writing this for anyone else as there's only me here. As god. I create everything, but not as the bible but hell, chaos. All is random and uncontrolled, until I learn to control it (possibly with the law of attraction, if it works) and become an adept. And whatever the mind conceives the control and awareness of the true situation is better than before, as that is in the messages.
Why it would be arranged to start with so much, lose it all gradually and end up with a house, qualifications and sod all is a mystery. I have family but have to make the effort to see them/vice versa, none live with me, and anyone who's read this will know my last regularly seen friend went away in 2002. One good thing about the internet is I've discovered there's no shortage of decent friend material, but obviously few I meet online live close enough to see, at least no more than once so far. But I can explain success in every aspect of life as I did before, it's like meditation. We all do the same thing but the results vary dramatically. We can only start success, others finish it, hence my predicament. I know exactly where I could be but can't buy a ticket there. Like the past. As my friend Gabriel says, if we want something whose fault is it? Who gave us that desire? No one. It is there already, it's how we are designed. We have no say in it so no blame, only over what we choose to do with said desire, ie pay or steal. But the desire has a life of its own and is no more under our control as any other feeling. Every method I learnt to change our feelings is hit and miss and at best works at random. Often if I meditate for an hour I feel one or two ticks better than before but it probably doesn't last that long.
But it removes the blame and responsibility as well, as we start everything but can't finish it. Even if I paint the best painting in the world I may never sell it. That happens all the time. There's more decent art and music around that will never be seen or heard by many or paid for that's as good or better than what is, and we can only do our best. And whatever we are not doing that we feel guilty about most are doing something else of equal value, and we can't do both. Don't ever feel if it doesn't hurt it can't win, that's oppression, like the twits in the gym who push too far. I stop when it's an effort and as a result have nearly 5 years with no injuries. Well, there are the facts, I haven't had time to read many blogs this week but will do, and with most comments I gain a reader. We'll get the network going again now it's been repaired, I just wonder why it was off for so long. And is Carla still reading I wonder?
Well the net froze but I managed to copy and save it and this is my second try. And had it decided not to keep it then I couldn't. A good example.
Why it would be arranged to start with so much, lose it all gradually and end up with a house, qualifications and sod all is a mystery. I have family but have to make the effort to see them/vice versa, none live with me, and anyone who's read this will know my last regularly seen friend went away in 2002. One good thing about the internet is I've discovered there's no shortage of decent friend material, but obviously few I meet online live close enough to see, at least no more than once so far. But I can explain success in every aspect of life as I did before, it's like meditation. We all do the same thing but the results vary dramatically. We can only start success, others finish it, hence my predicament. I know exactly where I could be but can't buy a ticket there. Like the past. As my friend Gabriel says, if we want something whose fault is it? Who gave us that desire? No one. It is there already, it's how we are designed. We have no say in it so no blame, only over what we choose to do with said desire, ie pay or steal. But the desire has a life of its own and is no more under our control as any other feeling. Every method I learnt to change our feelings is hit and miss and at best works at random. Often if I meditate for an hour I feel one or two ticks better than before but it probably doesn't last that long.
But it removes the blame and responsibility as well, as we start everything but can't finish it. Even if I paint the best painting in the world I may never sell it. That happens all the time. There's more decent art and music around that will never be seen or heard by many or paid for that's as good or better than what is, and we can only do our best. And whatever we are not doing that we feel guilty about most are doing something else of equal value, and we can't do both. Don't ever feel if it doesn't hurt it can't win, that's oppression, like the twits in the gym who push too far. I stop when it's an effort and as a result have nearly 5 years with no injuries. Well, there are the facts, I haven't had time to read many blogs this week but will do, and with most comments I gain a reader. We'll get the network going again now it's been repaired, I just wonder why it was off for so long. And is Carla still reading I wonder?
Well the net froze but I managed to copy and save it and this is my second try. And had it decided not to keep it then I couldn't. A good example.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Energy shifts?
Besides reporting a week of average proportions, I am moved to describe a possible energy shift, from almost impossible to opening up. No actual clues besides a feeling, for ages now whatever I want to do seems almost like the dreams where you can hardly walk, and whatever I have got seemed to be with the maximum effort and delay. I don't believe this is chance, you seem to get into energy currents and unless there's a trick I don't know, leave them at random. I can't really say what made me start feeling this is about to happen. Nothing's really happened to point me to this view except one little female success, I have just gone about the normal sort of stuff with the normal sort of results.
Examples of past situations was the long drawn out plan of my friend to live abroad, the years of visa applications where each step was finally approved, the date announced and despite disasters on arrival the 7 year plan being fulfilled regardless. Hurricanes, financial problems and who knows what else were not enough to make them flee, worst of all he said he wanted to come back and then changed his mind. That represents probably the last few years of my life. Then my Sky TV filming. First it turned out it wasn't for TV (search me) and then when they were choosing how they were going to show it the constant delays over choosing the date which is no closer to a decision than a year ago. Remember I don't get paid for these, my payment is being seen. The crew got paid whatever happens but we didn't besides the presenter. That's fine but basically another example of the same energy in action/inaction.
Of course (until the recent example) all the women went the same way, the last exception having taken 12 years to reach that point which wasn't very far on the scale believe me. Work was the same (although I get enough to pay my bills which is all I need), and really every project beyond the most trivial have gone that way. The odd exception was getting filmed meeting the Big Brother finalists a few years ago today (I couldn't be bothered to drive there from Finchley where I was tonight), a rare high point in a sea of mediocrity. We all need patience but being unmarried still at my age, as well as many other missed landmarks, it seems time is running out. Meditation is another example. You learn how, all do the same thing and all get different results. We do our half in life and life does the other. How it works. Unless I discover I can manipulate the possibly bogus 'law of attraction' those are the rules I experienced all my life. I'm not saying the other is wrong as it may also explain how phases are so consistent, but so far have not had any control over any results, just been a witness.
Why I have started feeling a shift now I can't explain but hope it comes soon, and not just for one time.
Examples of past situations was the long drawn out plan of my friend to live abroad, the years of visa applications where each step was finally approved, the date announced and despite disasters on arrival the 7 year plan being fulfilled regardless. Hurricanes, financial problems and who knows what else were not enough to make them flee, worst of all he said he wanted to come back and then changed his mind. That represents probably the last few years of my life. Then my Sky TV filming. First it turned out it wasn't for TV (search me) and then when they were choosing how they were going to show it the constant delays over choosing the date which is no closer to a decision than a year ago. Remember I don't get paid for these, my payment is being seen. The crew got paid whatever happens but we didn't besides the presenter. That's fine but basically another example of the same energy in action/inaction.
Of course (until the recent example) all the women went the same way, the last exception having taken 12 years to reach that point which wasn't very far on the scale believe me. Work was the same (although I get enough to pay my bills which is all I need), and really every project beyond the most trivial have gone that way. The odd exception was getting filmed meeting the Big Brother finalists a few years ago today (I couldn't be bothered to drive there from Finchley where I was tonight), a rare high point in a sea of mediocrity. We all need patience but being unmarried still at my age, as well as many other missed landmarks, it seems time is running out. Meditation is another example. You learn how, all do the same thing and all get different results. We do our half in life and life does the other. How it works. Unless I discover I can manipulate the possibly bogus 'law of attraction' those are the rules I experienced all my life. I'm not saying the other is wrong as it may also explain how phases are so consistent, but so far have not had any control over any results, just been a witness.
Why I have started feeling a shift now I can't explain but hope it comes soon, and not just for one time.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Wednesday, just
Wednesday, 12.19am. My activities have been more mental than physical recently, planning the next ones but only getting the one trip to Belsize Park for some photos, and then after thinking I'd run out working out a few new places to go next.
Now the blogs are alive again I can read and link and comment like I used to. How long it'll take to get the numbers up remains to be seen but in the meantime I'm learning new tricks to add to my current method of releasing emotions as a barrier to peace and enlightenment. Whether or not we're designed like that, they say our emotions cover the peace below and only by dissolving or releasing them can we escape their effect on our lives. The good ones are still not as good as the alternative, we are told, and I believe it. They last such a short time anyway there really isn't much point in having them again once we know what they're like, and they are all energy, whether good or bad. And that energy is blocking something better apparently.
The old method which I have used a little for a few years seems to rarely have an effect, the new method which I have added may help faster and is actually aiming at the identical thing so they don't conflict.
Meanwhile I'm on a mission to prove whether or not oven chips are potato or man made stuff as my grandma doesn't believe they cobble them up from scrapings. I just discovered Pringles are so shaped as they are sawn off a block of potato cement, although they still taste pretty good unlike the inedible dreck produced by the company that isn't MacDonald's but just as awful. Since my own chip fryer died I don't make them and rarely buy them, but my waist is a few inches smaller so have made a profit. But I remember when oven chips first came out they said they had to make them from powder and chemicals otherwise they wouldn't cook properly in the oven. Well guess what, they don't. If you want a chip that has a texture like it's come out of someone's arse, then be a lazy sod and cook them in the oven, or almost as bad, in the microwave. But if you actually want a proper one you have to fry potatoes. That's the only way and always was. It's nigh on impossible to find this stuff online so I had to put out an appeal on my usual site.
Otherwise I am carrying on day by day, my albums will arrive this week and when I can be bothered will show them to the library in case they want more. Then 200 prints looking for an album, so off to Woolworth's whose are a third of the price of the rest. Various bits of plans for the week similar to the last few, but they turned out OK more or less. Of course the planned TV release online for August has been and almost gone, and I doubt the next few months will show any more. Next trip is to be Crouch End and hopefully on Thursday. What an exciting life I lead! But the results, in the form of albums as well as many station pictures used in a London guide site (unpaid but happy to be used) do mean they have a future use once taken. Despite every person on earth with a couple of fingers can equally take a good photo from day one not everyone does. I've no idea why but my only talent is knowing what to take rather than taking it. I see potential places waiting to be taken and just collect them. Some of my best recently were even people who got into the shot and when I blew them up afterwards found they looked really interesting. Now I take people I see deliberately but none have been quite as weird as the accidental ones, besides a dog. One woman today turned round before I could get her and I didn't have time to zoom in either. The others looked very ordinary and random photos of people are just that, random, good and bad photographically. So now I snap them almost at random and collect the good ones, as the places can all become used up but you'll never see the same people there together. Now whether any of these pursuits will make me famous or enlightened I have yet to see but they are better than not.
Now the blogs are alive again I can read and link and comment like I used to. How long it'll take to get the numbers up remains to be seen but in the meantime I'm learning new tricks to add to my current method of releasing emotions as a barrier to peace and enlightenment. Whether or not we're designed like that, they say our emotions cover the peace below and only by dissolving or releasing them can we escape their effect on our lives. The good ones are still not as good as the alternative, we are told, and I believe it. They last such a short time anyway there really isn't much point in having them again once we know what they're like, and they are all energy, whether good or bad. And that energy is blocking something better apparently.
The old method which I have used a little for a few years seems to rarely have an effect, the new method which I have added may help faster and is actually aiming at the identical thing so they don't conflict.
Meanwhile I'm on a mission to prove whether or not oven chips are potato or man made stuff as my grandma doesn't believe they cobble them up from scrapings. I just discovered Pringles are so shaped as they are sawn off a block of potato cement, although they still taste pretty good unlike the inedible dreck produced by the company that isn't MacDonald's but just as awful. Since my own chip fryer died I don't make them and rarely buy them, but my waist is a few inches smaller so have made a profit. But I remember when oven chips first came out they said they had to make them from powder and chemicals otherwise they wouldn't cook properly in the oven. Well guess what, they don't. If you want a chip that has a texture like it's come out of someone's arse, then be a lazy sod and cook them in the oven, or almost as bad, in the microwave. But if you actually want a proper one you have to fry potatoes. That's the only way and always was. It's nigh on impossible to find this stuff online so I had to put out an appeal on my usual site.
Otherwise I am carrying on day by day, my albums will arrive this week and when I can be bothered will show them to the library in case they want more. Then 200 prints looking for an album, so off to Woolworth's whose are a third of the price of the rest. Various bits of plans for the week similar to the last few, but they turned out OK more or less. Of course the planned TV release online for August has been and almost gone, and I doubt the next few months will show any more. Next trip is to be Crouch End and hopefully on Thursday. What an exciting life I lead! But the results, in the form of albums as well as many station pictures used in a London guide site (unpaid but happy to be used) do mean they have a future use once taken. Despite every person on earth with a couple of fingers can equally take a good photo from day one not everyone does. I've no idea why but my only talent is knowing what to take rather than taking it. I see potential places waiting to be taken and just collect them. Some of my best recently were even people who got into the shot and when I blew them up afterwards found they looked really interesting. Now I take people I see deliberately but none have been quite as weird as the accidental ones, besides a dog. One woman today turned round before I could get her and I didn't have time to zoom in either. The others looked very ordinary and random photos of people are just that, random, good and bad photographically. So now I snap them almost at random and collect the good ones, as the places can all become used up but you'll never see the same people there together. Now whether any of these pursuits will make me famous or enlightened I have yet to see but they are better than not.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Entertainment
Back again, I've been too busy till now to read many blogs or comment on them but glad to see hundreds active and many are new. Today was warm for the first time in weeks, although I spent it indoors playing a live quiz and ordering my 2nd photo album to get a two for one offer before next month. I managed to get enough new photos this week to pad it out as getting 100 plus photos worth immortalising in a book is not that easy. I made the second of mainly people, most who had accidentally crept into view when I took somewhere else and turned up when I uploaded them. I've started doing a few choice ones deliberately but the main ones didn't show up till I got them on the computer and I blew them up.
I've been consistently busy this week although nothing in particular was done it was all done well. It's a relief having a mobile phone working again, I really rely on it and am waiting to pick up someone's spare one when he bothers to bring it so I have a reserve. The unexpected highlight of the week was being told I look like Manfred Mann. Now if you compare any Jewish guy with dark hair and glasses we all look like relatives, David Baddiel, Ian Broudie and the not quite Jewish Ben Elton, so hardly a surprise I suppose, I'll need to ask a few other people to decide as well. There is clearly a basic similarity we all share but I'll be interested to see if there's more than that- another reason to grow that beard again, although mine would now be fairly hard to define as not much colour is left in it. At least it would give my grandma something to moan about every time I saw here, 'Oh no, you're growing a beard, what do you want a beard for?', 'Why do you keep that beard, you look homeless' etc etc. All I need. But I will see. 4 weeks is all it takes for the full rabbi or just a goatee. And 5 minutes to get rid. I am approaching 50 so looking old is hardly something worth trying to avoid any more, and Manfred seems to have had his since it started growing and no one complained then, although till the mid 70s beards were a lot more popular. No more moustaches for me though, I had them for years and the photos are embarrassing, I just looked like Manuel from Fawlty Towers.
A few other people have finally tuned into my 60s pop videos, I posted them all over Funtrivia but only weeks later have a couple of people responded, both Manfred fans, and although my own musical abilities are going to need at least a year of work to play well enough to get 3 minutes without a mistake at least I feel more the part now. I played in practice bands for years, most were shit and one was OK but boring, and we never played in public, they just seemed to want me to practice the songs with as I could play them all by ear. I think I only ever played in a real group playing folk songs for someone's leaving party at work a couple of times (the room was too small for one party). That was me on keyboard/drum machine, a rhythm guitarist and three singers. Great fun actually, I must listen to the tape again now if I can find it, that was 22 years ago!
I did however play a number of solos, besides the only other time when I was 20 and my musician grandpa asked a bar band in our hotel in Washington if I could play with them, and I spent about 15 minutes playing blues piano with about three others on drums and guitars. That was pretty amazing although there weren't many people there to listen. My usual performances were boring routines as background for parties, although once I played in a comedy evening interval (OK, I've told this one before) when the main act didn't turn up and they let me fill in, where I sang Ivor Bigun songs (I'm a wanker, I've farted and My Brother's got Piles...). It went down pretty well except my friend's mother didn't speak to me for 6 months. Her problem. Jenny Eclair topped the bill talking about periods so I reckoned I was only continuing the theme.
Since then I've rarely played at jewish functions, the last being about 6 years ago. I was fed up playing the same bloody routine to many people who didn't care or listen, and am now branching off into other related areas, but youtube at least gave me the chance to try out some new ideas which I did totally unrehearsed and often improvised, just for the fun of it. Just look up user satguru and you will see them. Had I got a digital video (not a still camera with a few seconds of extra movies) I would polish them a lot better, but they are purely experimental. But I think I've proved it's not how old you were in the 60s that counts but whether it left an impression on you. I was formed then and am now being reformed in that image regardless of the decade around me. Like a time slip, an oasis of 1967 in permanent existence, growing more and more into the authentic person I would have been had I been this age then, until it becomes my total being and affects those around me. Already just the memories that have come flooding back from my own efforts finding material to remind them has set the ball rolling, and if I end up looking the full part then it'll finish the job.
I was relieved Jonty lasted the eviction in Big Brother last night (by 0.1%). Sadly looking around people think he's mental so is unlikely to win, but he's not mental, just too interesting and intelligent for the plebs to understand him. He is easily the most entertaining member since Eugene and Jon Tickle and deserves to win for that reason alone. You can't put on a character like his, it's pure realism. If you're in the UK give him a chance, stop the evil twins from shitforbrains land winning. That'll be the lowest point in BB ever. Class not banality or curiosity (Nadia) should win for a change. I got on TV myself as I told Jason in 2004 I voted for him 5 times and he shook my hand, which was shown on C4 in winner's week. I spent £1 and got my reward 100 times over. I didn't even remember them filming that bit but they were follwing him the whole time he was with us.
I've been consistently busy this week although nothing in particular was done it was all done well. It's a relief having a mobile phone working again, I really rely on it and am waiting to pick up someone's spare one when he bothers to bring it so I have a reserve. The unexpected highlight of the week was being told I look like Manfred Mann. Now if you compare any Jewish guy with dark hair and glasses we all look like relatives, David Baddiel, Ian Broudie and the not quite Jewish Ben Elton, so hardly a surprise I suppose, I'll need to ask a few other people to decide as well. There is clearly a basic similarity we all share but I'll be interested to see if there's more than that- another reason to grow that beard again, although mine would now be fairly hard to define as not much colour is left in it. At least it would give my grandma something to moan about every time I saw here, 'Oh no, you're growing a beard, what do you want a beard for?', 'Why do you keep that beard, you look homeless' etc etc. All I need. But I will see. 4 weeks is all it takes for the full rabbi or just a goatee. And 5 minutes to get rid. I am approaching 50 so looking old is hardly something worth trying to avoid any more, and Manfred seems to have had his since it started growing and no one complained then, although till the mid 70s beards were a lot more popular. No more moustaches for me though, I had them for years and the photos are embarrassing, I just looked like Manuel from Fawlty Towers.
A few other people have finally tuned into my 60s pop videos, I posted them all over Funtrivia but only weeks later have a couple of people responded, both Manfred fans, and although my own musical abilities are going to need at least a year of work to play well enough to get 3 minutes without a mistake at least I feel more the part now. I played in practice bands for years, most were shit and one was OK but boring, and we never played in public, they just seemed to want me to practice the songs with as I could play them all by ear. I think I only ever played in a real group playing folk songs for someone's leaving party at work a couple of times (the room was too small for one party). That was me on keyboard/drum machine, a rhythm guitarist and three singers. Great fun actually, I must listen to the tape again now if I can find it, that was 22 years ago!
I did however play a number of solos, besides the only other time when I was 20 and my musician grandpa asked a bar band in our hotel in Washington if I could play with them, and I spent about 15 minutes playing blues piano with about three others on drums and guitars. That was pretty amazing although there weren't many people there to listen. My usual performances were boring routines as background for parties, although once I played in a comedy evening interval (OK, I've told this one before) when the main act didn't turn up and they let me fill in, where I sang Ivor Bigun songs (I'm a wanker, I've farted and My Brother's got Piles...). It went down pretty well except my friend's mother didn't speak to me for 6 months. Her problem. Jenny Eclair topped the bill talking about periods so I reckoned I was only continuing the theme.
Since then I've rarely played at jewish functions, the last being about 6 years ago. I was fed up playing the same bloody routine to many people who didn't care or listen, and am now branching off into other related areas, but youtube at least gave me the chance to try out some new ideas which I did totally unrehearsed and often improvised, just for the fun of it. Just look up user satguru and you will see them. Had I got a digital video (not a still camera with a few seconds of extra movies) I would polish them a lot better, but they are purely experimental. But I think I've proved it's not how old you were in the 60s that counts but whether it left an impression on you. I was formed then and am now being reformed in that image regardless of the decade around me. Like a time slip, an oasis of 1967 in permanent existence, growing more and more into the authentic person I would have been had I been this age then, until it becomes my total being and affects those around me. Already just the memories that have come flooding back from my own efforts finding material to remind them has set the ball rolling, and if I end up looking the full part then it'll finish the job.
I was relieved Jonty lasted the eviction in Big Brother last night (by 0.1%). Sadly looking around people think he's mental so is unlikely to win, but he's not mental, just too interesting and intelligent for the plebs to understand him. He is easily the most entertaining member since Eugene and Jon Tickle and deserves to win for that reason alone. You can't put on a character like his, it's pure realism. If you're in the UK give him a chance, stop the evil twins from shitforbrains land winning. That'll be the lowest point in BB ever. Class not banality or curiosity (Nadia) should win for a change. I got on TV myself as I told Jason in 2004 I voted for him 5 times and he shook my hand, which was shown on C4 in winner's week. I spent £1 and got my reward 100 times over. I didn't even remember them filming that bit but they were follwing him the whole time he was with us.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Blogging revival
Well blogging is alive and well, fuck knows how any others actually found the thousands of active new blogs (and one from 2001) I am coming across now we can search again. So I will be writing like a dervish again as I know people may read it. It was raining most of today although I got half an hour on my bike for some exercise and photos, and then ordered 220 photos as there's a free offer, and will order a second photo book next for a two for one offer.
Not that amazingly I can't remember what I did yesterday, although I know I was busy. If I work it out now I'll get it, but straight off the day is a blank until I went to grandma. It's because there really isn't any reason to remember yesterday or any other unless something happened worth remembering, otherwise you should move on and stick in the present. Oh, of course. I stayed in until a friend from Manchester arrived for a quick trip here before she had to get the train home. I knew I did something. First time for a couple of years as well but it's not a big deal.
The rest of the week is free, I have kept a list going to make sure I'm not stranded with nothing to do, depending on the rain. The optician is away this week but have just thought of a new photo trip to Belsize Park which is one I can exploit for a few decent shots. Other than that routine shopping and indoors order the next photo album. No work this week but no great loss. A friend just said how much better it would be if I worked instead of went out and took pictures and I thought no way thank you, it's a privilege to be able to go out and take photos and as long as I pay my bills who cares about the detail. Once I run out of photos I'd like something new to keep me busy but it needn't be work.
I just read a psychotherapist who was admitting to personality faults. I think in fact they weren't faults, just things other people don't like. Selfish and cynical? Well we have to look after ourselves first, so guilty, and cynical? Well spend 47 years in London and the UK and who wouldn't be? So I can't see either of these as faults. I've been accused of being arrogant and childish. I'll analyse these, firstly the alternative to arrogance is false modesty, which is far worse if you are actually able to do things better than most. And being childish is the way Jesus said would get you to heaven, so I'll keep that one as well and laugh at farts, bottoms, toilets, holes, incontinence, sanitary protection, Basil Brush, fanny batter, foreigners, mucus and enemas. If that's childish I'll literally have the last laugh as at least there's plenty left to laugh at when most people claim not to. Anyway, it's quiz time, the only reason I stayed up, so I'd better get on or it'll be another late one. I'm watching the stats closely now to see if the hits start rising again. Fame is approaching at last? My arse...
Not that amazingly I can't remember what I did yesterday, although I know I was busy. If I work it out now I'll get it, but straight off the day is a blank until I went to grandma. It's because there really isn't any reason to remember yesterday or any other unless something happened worth remembering, otherwise you should move on and stick in the present. Oh, of course. I stayed in until a friend from Manchester arrived for a quick trip here before she had to get the train home. I knew I did something. First time for a couple of years as well but it's not a big deal.
The rest of the week is free, I have kept a list going to make sure I'm not stranded with nothing to do, depending on the rain. The optician is away this week but have just thought of a new photo trip to Belsize Park which is one I can exploit for a few decent shots. Other than that routine shopping and indoors order the next photo album. No work this week but no great loss. A friend just said how much better it would be if I worked instead of went out and took pictures and I thought no way thank you, it's a privilege to be able to go out and take photos and as long as I pay my bills who cares about the detail. Once I run out of photos I'd like something new to keep me busy but it needn't be work.
I just read a psychotherapist who was admitting to personality faults. I think in fact they weren't faults, just things other people don't like. Selfish and cynical? Well we have to look after ourselves first, so guilty, and cynical? Well spend 47 years in London and the UK and who wouldn't be? So I can't see either of these as faults. I've been accused of being arrogant and childish. I'll analyse these, firstly the alternative to arrogance is false modesty, which is far worse if you are actually able to do things better than most. And being childish is the way Jesus said would get you to heaven, so I'll keep that one as well and laugh at farts, bottoms, toilets, holes, incontinence, sanitary protection, Basil Brush, fanny batter, foreigners, mucus and enemas. If that's childish I'll literally have the last laugh as at least there's plenty left to laugh at when most people claim not to. Anyway, it's quiz time, the only reason I stayed up, so I'd better get on or it'll be another late one. I'm watching the stats closely now to see if the hits start rising again. Fame is approaching at last? My arse...
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Blogging is back
Well I think now blogger have set our profile links this medium will soon be revived, maybe even busier than 'old blogger' which was 100 times better than the new one, like most modern transformations. Where simplify means ripoff and streamline means abolish. Labour bollockspeak.
Anyway, it's been a mixture of weddings and funerals, metaphorically speaking, in Kingsbury at the moment. Women of various types are coming and going, with none providing all my needs and few providing more than a bare minimum. More than usual anyway. I'm also running out of places to take photos, inevitable really, although I have to order some prints soon while there's a free offer and 2 books for the price of one. Otherwise business as usual, no work at all at the moment which doesn't really matter, and little else. Back to planning no more than the next day if possible, but today not at all in advance as there was nothing to do besides a couple of things either stopped by the rain or a person's holiday absence. None more than routine trips, although at least my mobile phone was quickly and easily replaced yesterday so my 100s of customers (both of them, one who seems to have finished) can call me.
But hopefully I can now write expecting people to read it, and remind the new arrivals I've been blogging for the last year with no links so may be worth doing a bit of searching back for anything you would have missed. There's plenty there if there's nothing on TV. Like right now. Or the radio or really the internet. Hard with no one here to talk to. The seeds of insanity, stress and depression there. Anyway, I hope I find many more blogs to read now I can and it'll soon be like the old times or better. No comments for months till then.
Anyway, it's been a mixture of weddings and funerals, metaphorically speaking, in Kingsbury at the moment. Women of various types are coming and going, with none providing all my needs and few providing more than a bare minimum. More than usual anyway. I'm also running out of places to take photos, inevitable really, although I have to order some prints soon while there's a free offer and 2 books for the price of one. Otherwise business as usual, no work at all at the moment which doesn't really matter, and little else. Back to planning no more than the next day if possible, but today not at all in advance as there was nothing to do besides a couple of things either stopped by the rain or a person's holiday absence. None more than routine trips, although at least my mobile phone was quickly and easily replaced yesterday so my 100s of customers (both of them, one who seems to have finished) can call me.
But hopefully I can now write expecting people to read it, and remind the new arrivals I've been blogging for the last year with no links so may be worth doing a bit of searching back for anything you would have missed. There's plenty there if there's nothing on TV. Like right now. Or the radio or really the internet. Hard with no one here to talk to. The seeds of insanity, stress and depression there. Anyway, I hope I find many more blogs to read now I can and it'll soon be like the old times or better. No comments for months till then.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Randomly speaking
As I had a bit of time to spare I just wondered what would happen. Watching the hurricane approach Jamaica on TV, it wouldn't really bother me much now but as my friends in Florida had none last year I wonder if any will hit them now, but it's a big state and needn't pass their part. Maybe if it does they may wonder if they should have come back or not. I have no idea what is going on there now as I'm not told. Big deal, it's thousands of miles away and doesn't change whether they stay or not so fuck it.
Otherwise a little progress in a few areas although after 2 weeks the charger on the new made in China not Finland mobile phone packed up, and I just hope the shop can replace it on its own. I don't want to reset another one already. It seems my 3rd (web) TV appearance could drag on indefinitely. August will move to October ad infinitum. A magazine I wrote an article for a couple of years ago they put online now say it won't be published for 2 more years. That's a fuck up of real proportions, as they aren't funded by Murdoch as my programme is. I can't ever see it happening, a real one man show and I've seen his work over a couple of years which I can only compare with an honest version of Nick Leeson.
I have also seen just now they are linking our profiles here again. I will check, I assume it isn't a lie and wonder why they stopped them for so long. If true I should bump up my hits again, at last. I think it's 3 months since I had a comment although I still get 10 hits a day (from 50).
Otherwise a productive week, possible woman on the scene although far from perfect but adequate where required to be. That makes a change believe me. Photos as usual all over the place, although hard to think where next. If the weather stays crap it'll be indoor work, writing or drawing. Can't produce too many creations and all articles have been published so far. One day if I was paid I could have a real job, or at least the makings of one. That pays well. Well it's late and bedtime so better stop before I say anything even more banal, not banana as it appeared to start to say. I have already gone bananas but only from stresss not insanity. Plenty of that in my life over the years. And sadly I'm not one to exaggerate. More than anyone's fair share.
Otherwise a little progress in a few areas although after 2 weeks the charger on the new made in China not Finland mobile phone packed up, and I just hope the shop can replace it on its own. I don't want to reset another one already. It seems my 3rd (web) TV appearance could drag on indefinitely. August will move to October ad infinitum. A magazine I wrote an article for a couple of years ago they put online now say it won't be published for 2 more years. That's a fuck up of real proportions, as they aren't funded by Murdoch as my programme is. I can't ever see it happening, a real one man show and I've seen his work over a couple of years which I can only compare with an honest version of Nick Leeson.
I have also seen just now they are linking our profiles here again. I will check, I assume it isn't a lie and wonder why they stopped them for so long. If true I should bump up my hits again, at last. I think it's 3 months since I had a comment although I still get 10 hits a day (from 50).
Otherwise a productive week, possible woman on the scene although far from perfect but adequate where required to be. That makes a change believe me. Photos as usual all over the place, although hard to think where next. If the weather stays crap it'll be indoor work, writing or drawing. Can't produce too many creations and all articles have been published so far. One day if I was paid I could have a real job, or at least the makings of one. That pays well. Well it's late and bedtime so better stop before I say anything even more banal, not banana as it appeared to start to say. I have already gone bananas but only from stresss not insanity. Plenty of that in my life over the years. And sadly I'm not one to exaggerate. More than anyone's fair share.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Kundalini, God and siddhis
Sometimes it's better to wait than repeat the same daily dross which is life here. My friend in America said he wanted to come back, 2 weeks later he doesn't. Nothing new there. Meanwhile I'm being bombarded with arguments for and against God. No one can show god to others, if it's there we can only find it individually. No sense in the concept at all, if there's a gap in the wall I hope to find it, but although if you look you find a lot none are close to what god is supposed to be.
I have begun to poke around what they call kundalini (look it up guys!) and siddhis (ditto) and believe me many are real. I used methods known and secret which actually worked equally well for what they were meant to do, but either peak too soon or tail off very quickly. But what I've seen shows without a push we have latent powers within us all that in my case took minutes to release the first times I was given some help. People know how to do this and the easiest by far is clairvoyance. The stuff I pull in at random and when I tune in is as accurate as any film or photo when it works, and we are only simple 2 way transceivers of data. Tantra introduced me to the full power of sex, not even with anyone. Or anywhere 'downstairs' at all. That's just the 'usual' place to find it but it's everywhere once you open it up. No effort at all. And I've seen auras, coloured, grey and clear, but need to learn again on my own without the teacher's help.
But god? I don't think we can stray far from classical definitions. A power which is everywhere, created everything and knows everything. But what the fucking hell does he do once he's laid this enormous egg and left it to its own devices? Absolutely bugger all. If you buy a cat at least you feed it and clean after it, to him we'd be dumb animals and every mess we make we are left to tread in. No way Jose. It just doesn't fit together. Remember if god does exist it is within. Drugs release the closest experiences to god (apparently), of not then meditation as I do it. But it's not much and it doesn't really mean anything, just feels good. And god didn't make us all just to become hippies and drop out. Which is what I did in about 1997. Dropping out that is. I dropped in again in 2000 but the system spat me back onto the irresponsible pile where I remained, looking after my own needs rather than those of a greedy employer.
I'm virtually unemployable now, as my record confirms. I don't mind, I'm no longer used to work and use the time looking for god instead. And if I find clues, besides in me where were they? The 1960s. Youtube videos I often hadn't seen for 40 years, especially in black and white. I believe in 1967 something came into the world for a few years that took over many people between 5 and 35 and made them the closest to enlightened anyone has ever been before and since. All the slander of the hippies at the time and since has not been based on any more than contempt, as the real meaning was there for anyone to see and behind all the different faces of it at the time. So having confirmed the best route unfortunately as soon as the music stops I'm bac in 2007 and very little is left of it. So far. But it's a flame alive within me and now I know it was always there maybe it'll take me over and then spread to outside. It may not be god but at least it's real and accessible. Look at the faces of the singers in 1967. They were different. At peace. A deep happiness that came through everything they did regardless of any surface tension. Checkout Peter Paul and Mary or The mamas and the papas. They all had their ups and downs (especially when some died since) but they had it, whatever it was. Forget church, the Toronto experience, and LSD. Maharaji began his shtick at 14 in 1971, at the arse end of the hippy movement. I was lucky enough to find it (again, in 1971 I saw the posters but hadn't a clue what it was) in 1996, and is now my very weak route to inner success. No idea why at the moment it rarely has any power but it's the best I can do. And now and again it gets the voltage up, especially in a group.
So at the moment I see life as so. Everything we see is exactly all there is. No higher forces or intelligence, and any there are are what we can do when we try. We have hidden depths but life itself is random and cruel with no order or meaning. Coincidences show we must be connected at a level like telepathy, but aren't helpful, just evidential. All the ones I see just tell me they happen and not for any actual point. But people say they know god exists, you ask why and the answers you get are like the message you get in a dream. They are so weak they evaporate as soon as you wake up. Totally hopeless. I've never got a word of sense about why people are certain god exists besides they feel it. I feel a lot and the best way I've found to god isn't the way they find it. Unless they do. But that doesn't really last and you need something permanent which I have yet to get more than 1% towards if that isn't an illusion. Please add any new information as this is as far as I get.
I have begun to poke around what they call kundalini (look it up guys!) and siddhis (ditto) and believe me many are real. I used methods known and secret which actually worked equally well for what they were meant to do, but either peak too soon or tail off very quickly. But what I've seen shows without a push we have latent powers within us all that in my case took minutes to release the first times I was given some help. People know how to do this and the easiest by far is clairvoyance. The stuff I pull in at random and when I tune in is as accurate as any film or photo when it works, and we are only simple 2 way transceivers of data. Tantra introduced me to the full power of sex, not even with anyone. Or anywhere 'downstairs' at all. That's just the 'usual' place to find it but it's everywhere once you open it up. No effort at all. And I've seen auras, coloured, grey and clear, but need to learn again on my own without the teacher's help.
But god? I don't think we can stray far from classical definitions. A power which is everywhere, created everything and knows everything. But what the fucking hell does he do once he's laid this enormous egg and left it to its own devices? Absolutely bugger all. If you buy a cat at least you feed it and clean after it, to him we'd be dumb animals and every mess we make we are left to tread in. No way Jose. It just doesn't fit together. Remember if god does exist it is within. Drugs release the closest experiences to god (apparently), of not then meditation as I do it. But it's not much and it doesn't really mean anything, just feels good. And god didn't make us all just to become hippies and drop out. Which is what I did in about 1997. Dropping out that is. I dropped in again in 2000 but the system spat me back onto the irresponsible pile where I remained, looking after my own needs rather than those of a greedy employer.
I'm virtually unemployable now, as my record confirms. I don't mind, I'm no longer used to work and use the time looking for god instead. And if I find clues, besides in me where were they? The 1960s. Youtube videos I often hadn't seen for 40 years, especially in black and white. I believe in 1967 something came into the world for a few years that took over many people between 5 and 35 and made them the closest to enlightened anyone has ever been before and since. All the slander of the hippies at the time and since has not been based on any more than contempt, as the real meaning was there for anyone to see and behind all the different faces of it at the time. So having confirmed the best route unfortunately as soon as the music stops I'm bac in 2007 and very little is left of it. So far. But it's a flame alive within me and now I know it was always there maybe it'll take me over and then spread to outside. It may not be god but at least it's real and accessible. Look at the faces of the singers in 1967. They were different. At peace. A deep happiness that came through everything they did regardless of any surface tension. Checkout Peter Paul and Mary or The mamas and the papas. They all had their ups and downs (especially when some died since) but they had it, whatever it was. Forget church, the Toronto experience, and LSD. Maharaji began his shtick at 14 in 1971, at the arse end of the hippy movement. I was lucky enough to find it (again, in 1971 I saw the posters but hadn't a clue what it was) in 1996, and is now my very weak route to inner success. No idea why at the moment it rarely has any power but it's the best I can do. And now and again it gets the voltage up, especially in a group.
So at the moment I see life as so. Everything we see is exactly all there is. No higher forces or intelligence, and any there are are what we can do when we try. We have hidden depths but life itself is random and cruel with no order or meaning. Coincidences show we must be connected at a level like telepathy, but aren't helpful, just evidential. All the ones I see just tell me they happen and not for any actual point. But people say they know god exists, you ask why and the answers you get are like the message you get in a dream. They are so weak they evaporate as soon as you wake up. Totally hopeless. I've never got a word of sense about why people are certain god exists besides they feel it. I feel a lot and the best way I've found to god isn't the way they find it. Unless they do. But that doesn't really last and you need something permanent which I have yet to get more than 1% towards if that isn't an illusion. Please add any new information as this is as far as I get.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Running out
How long can you have no job, friends as such or girlfriend and not run out of material? I've taken photos of every area besides Swiss Cottage and besides people in the street that travel opportunity is now running out as well. The new mobile phone's nice at least and have ordered the usual extras for it as it's pretty hard to find them in shops. Otherwise I am struggling for ideas.
The blogger scene has dried up more than a dead woman's fanny, I still can't understand how removing links from members is an 'improvement'? I used to both get regular comments and read new entries and now if any on my links get one a month besides the two busy ones it's a miracle. My hits went down 80% at the same time and they make themselves virtually impossible to contact although before they were taken over they did help me with a bug by email, although I think it fixed itself before they said they knew nothing about it.
So there is a little too much space, people phone I don't want to see and am feeling guilty for not calling back but don't want to see them anyway, the ones I want to see do exactly the same to me so basically I end up talking to the fucking computer again as always. The highlight of the week was sitting at traffic lights taking photos of the centreof Golders green.Oddly the police were (still?) in the station itself, the reason I hadn't gone inside last time, and can only wonder with all the burglaries around how they manage to spend their time chasing coloured (can I use that word?) people who may not have paid for a ticket. Sod the poor people with cars with no windows or radios, or people whose houses have boarded up windows for £300 while they are off harrassing people so poor they can't afford to use a car. The fares are so high now they haven't worked out it's actually cheaper to drive than use public transport, but it's basically the plebs who use the train besides the commuters in the rush hour and that's why the police love to bother them all.
I sometimes wonder if I said the sort of things that would get me banned from ever going on TV again and prosecuted it might get a squeak out of my non regular readers? I comment on every blog that's worth a reply, and once people did on mine. But the only controversial ideas I have are not for the general public and the rest is only common sense and pointing out things we all think but few say in public. That's not controversial, just daring. I may even exagerrate in the hope it may get someone to disagree, which only happened once when I said women pretend they don't want sex as much as men (not an exaggeration and one of my old friends from school threw a wobbly. Feminists have as much insight as someone who's drunk 2 bottles of whisky plus a few barbiturates. Their emotions fog their intellects so totally it's like trying to take a photo into the sun. The light of the emotions obscures everything else which others can see. I'll say it again here. If women admitted they wanted sex as much as men the crime rates would halve (OK, reduce) instantly. And the mental health problems. Women see sex as an embarrassing irritation compared to men, and when they repress and divert that desire they become like my old friend. Sad indeed.
The blogger scene has dried up more than a dead woman's fanny, I still can't understand how removing links from members is an 'improvement'? I used to both get regular comments and read new entries and now if any on my links get one a month besides the two busy ones it's a miracle. My hits went down 80% at the same time and they make themselves virtually impossible to contact although before they were taken over they did help me with a bug by email, although I think it fixed itself before they said they knew nothing about it.
So there is a little too much space, people phone I don't want to see and am feeling guilty for not calling back but don't want to see them anyway, the ones I want to see do exactly the same to me so basically I end up talking to the fucking computer again as always. The highlight of the week was sitting at traffic lights taking photos of the centreof Golders green.Oddly the police were (still?) in the station itself, the reason I hadn't gone inside last time, and can only wonder with all the burglaries around how they manage to spend their time chasing coloured (can I use that word?) people who may not have paid for a ticket. Sod the poor people with cars with no windows or radios, or people whose houses have boarded up windows for £300 while they are off harrassing people so poor they can't afford to use a car. The fares are so high now they haven't worked out it's actually cheaper to drive than use public transport, but it's basically the plebs who use the train besides the commuters in the rush hour and that's why the police love to bother them all.
I sometimes wonder if I said the sort of things that would get me banned from ever going on TV again and prosecuted it might get a squeak out of my non regular readers? I comment on every blog that's worth a reply, and once people did on mine. But the only controversial ideas I have are not for the general public and the rest is only common sense and pointing out things we all think but few say in public. That's not controversial, just daring. I may even exagerrate in the hope it may get someone to disagree, which only happened once when I said women pretend they don't want sex as much as men (not an exaggeration and one of my old friends from school threw a wobbly. Feminists have as much insight as someone who's drunk 2 bottles of whisky plus a few barbiturates. Their emotions fog their intellects so totally it's like trying to take a photo into the sun. The light of the emotions obscures everything else which others can see. I'll say it again here. If women admitted they wanted sex as much as men the crime rates would halve (OK, reduce) instantly. And the mental health problems. Women see sex as an embarrassing irritation compared to men, and when they repress and divert that desire they become like my old friend. Sad indeed.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Time and wind pass
Another day, another bottom dollar. I always prefer to think of these as dollars that come from your bottom than anything else, and for all I know they really are. I've had a usual week of many, highlight so far being stopped at lights in Golders Green long enough to take a complete view of the centre including people passing by. I also had to get a new mobile after dropping the other one one last time, although it did last nearly 4 years as besides not having a radio it did all I needed one to. This is half the weight and does the job, and costed next to nothing so little lost. So life goes on, no plans and the only client cancelled, stopping two others who wanted to come the same evening. They'll be back.
There's little point having many ideas now, I seem to be able to conjure activities each day from nowhere, and the next when I can be bothered is a photo trip to Swiss Cottage to complete the Finchley Road coverage. Fascinating. Meanwhile I wait like a twat for my TV programme #3 to be shown- on the fucking internet. Guess who's going to promote it if it is? Me. I doubt anyone else will bother. Imagine getting a £50 note and hiding it in a library book without telling anyone. Someone will find it eventually but if they don't know it's there they won't even look. Piss up and brewery situation here.
I seem to have almost reached the quota of 60s pop videos on Youtube from trawling the old charts, and my favourite (to watch) is Manfred Mann's 'My name is Jack'. They look just as I remember them when I saw it on Top if the Pops in 1967. That is my main link to the 60s now, and I will gradually revert back to a being of that era as I watch each time. Thank goodness for the internet.
Let's hope if and when my photos stop being inspired I get something else to keep me busy, no idea what until it happens, but it has kept me going for almost 2 years and can't see it lasting that much longer as there are only so many things to take. Meanwhile I just heard (while in the car) Alex Jones uncovered two US documents admitting global warming was a way to raise taxes and control the masses as I always knew. There's just no direct experience of it and only believed as people are told it's happening and fall for whatever they hear from the experts who are paid to lie. I was told of proof of councils and governments being paid off to accept developments, change policies and basically anything you can imagine just to do the bidding of the corporations. That's who they represent and at our expense. Anyway, I can't yet find these documents but if I do I'll make sure everyone knows. With oil at a record high all we need is more tax to stop us going further than the local shops.
There's little point having many ideas now, I seem to be able to conjure activities each day from nowhere, and the next when I can be bothered is a photo trip to Swiss Cottage to complete the Finchley Road coverage. Fascinating. Meanwhile I wait like a twat for my TV programme #3 to be shown- on the fucking internet. Guess who's going to promote it if it is? Me. I doubt anyone else will bother. Imagine getting a £50 note and hiding it in a library book without telling anyone. Someone will find it eventually but if they don't know it's there they won't even look. Piss up and brewery situation here.
I seem to have almost reached the quota of 60s pop videos on Youtube from trawling the old charts, and my favourite (to watch) is Manfred Mann's 'My name is Jack'. They look just as I remember them when I saw it on Top if the Pops in 1967. That is my main link to the 60s now, and I will gradually revert back to a being of that era as I watch each time. Thank goodness for the internet.
Let's hope if and when my photos stop being inspired I get something else to keep me busy, no idea what until it happens, but it has kept me going for almost 2 years and can't see it lasting that much longer as there are only so many things to take. Meanwhile I just heard (while in the car) Alex Jones uncovered two US documents admitting global warming was a way to raise taxes and control the masses as I always knew. There's just no direct experience of it and only believed as people are told it's happening and fall for whatever they hear from the experts who are paid to lie. I was told of proof of councils and governments being paid off to accept developments, change policies and basically anything you can imagine just to do the bidding of the corporations. That's who they represent and at our expense. Anyway, I can't yet find these documents but if I do I'll make sure everyone knows. With oil at a record high all we need is more tax to stop us going further than the local shops.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Back to 1968 for me
It's been an almost interesting week. I've finally found the 60s music videos on Youtube, returning at last to the scenes of my childhood I watched on Top of the Pops and am now seeing again, sometimes after a 40 year gap. Nothing links me with true happiness more than the atmosphere of that era, and best shown through the actual people and music as if happening now.
Two days found me in due to rain plus a total gridlock half of Wednesday I was lucky enough to miss. I had a few friends over and got some good photos today from a 4th floor balcony in Finchley. I have also finally eliminated the concept of peak experiences from enlightenment, and realised they are irrelevant to it as unconnected. It was explained clearly in a book I read parts of again and has removed one more barrier from my progress. And to tie it all in my idea now is to use something from bridging the time gap in those videos to bring that era back within me, and whatever's outside I'll be in 1968. But consciously. Life peaked then, wherever you were. Everything was as it should be. I was only 8 but we went on our first holiday of around 26 to Devon, and I was exposed to the reality of intelligentsia through a music school. I stayed with a German film star to be, one of the best looking girls I've met even then (and saw her naked), was surrounded by the best buildings and scenery I knew and met many people who would become friends for years ahead.
That was behind me, half the buildings are derelict and half the facilities gone by 1990, time to stop going as all the people I knew had left by then. I miss it but the vibe was the same in London then so still can be. For me it was in Hampstead as that was where all the money and style was, we went there many weekends, the coffee bars and Heath, boutiques with psychedelic clothes, posters and music playing. Furniture with curves and lights that looked like spaceships. It isn't as different as many places have become but due to parking restrictions I rarely bother now. And fucking expensive. You pay more in Oxfam than many things cost new elsewhere. And no hippies there either except if you count Rainbow George.
Apart from a photo trip ahead in the southern half of the capital, I have few plans. I did see my 3rd TV appearance on DVD and was pretty good and had me in a minute longer than the first two. One day everyone else may see it but I am going grey waiting.
I'd also like to take the register again, if anyone I know is still reading please say hello, I know I get a few visits a day but no idea who any more. It's bloggers fault for removing the links and if they use adsense they won't sell many clicks if no one can find them.
Anyway, I'm now born again. Back in 1968.I may see the same outside (for now) but I have my link and that was the one that was missing till now. It reminded me and proved I was always right. There is treasure back there and the videos don't change with time. You may not understand and many people didn't get it then either, but for the ones that did, you'll never lose it, even in this century.
Two days found me in due to rain plus a total gridlock half of Wednesday I was lucky enough to miss. I had a few friends over and got some good photos today from a 4th floor balcony in Finchley. I have also finally eliminated the concept of peak experiences from enlightenment, and realised they are irrelevant to it as unconnected. It was explained clearly in a book I read parts of again and has removed one more barrier from my progress. And to tie it all in my idea now is to use something from bridging the time gap in those videos to bring that era back within me, and whatever's outside I'll be in 1968. But consciously. Life peaked then, wherever you were. Everything was as it should be. I was only 8 but we went on our first holiday of around 26 to Devon, and I was exposed to the reality of intelligentsia through a music school. I stayed with a German film star to be, one of the best looking girls I've met even then (and saw her naked), was surrounded by the best buildings and scenery I knew and met many people who would become friends for years ahead.
That was behind me, half the buildings are derelict and half the facilities gone by 1990, time to stop going as all the people I knew had left by then. I miss it but the vibe was the same in London then so still can be. For me it was in Hampstead as that was where all the money and style was, we went there many weekends, the coffee bars and Heath, boutiques with psychedelic clothes, posters and music playing. Furniture with curves and lights that looked like spaceships. It isn't as different as many places have become but due to parking restrictions I rarely bother now. And fucking expensive. You pay more in Oxfam than many things cost new elsewhere. And no hippies there either except if you count Rainbow George.
Apart from a photo trip ahead in the southern half of the capital, I have few plans. I did see my 3rd TV appearance on DVD and was pretty good and had me in a minute longer than the first two. One day everyone else may see it but I am going grey waiting.
I'd also like to take the register again, if anyone I know is still reading please say hello, I know I get a few visits a day but no idea who any more. It's bloggers fault for removing the links and if they use adsense they won't sell many clicks if no one can find them.
Anyway, I'm now born again. Back in 1968.I may see the same outside (for now) but I have my link and that was the one that was missing till now. It reminded me and proved I was always right. There is treasure back there and the videos don't change with time. You may not understand and many people didn't get it then either, but for the ones that did, you'll never lose it, even in this century.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Celebrity rectums
Error on page, using HTML. Never mind, at least I'm used to it. Well some time and wind have passed, my routine has continued more or less, photos most days although not today, I was about to despite the rain but my front tyre packed up and ended up with two as the wheels were crooked and wore them out. At least they did it in record time and with discount. I got some nice ones yesterday though, including a typical British station, without a train.
Since the laptop was reset I couldn't get the firewall open and the new one banned a quiz from entering the scores today, I think a trojan horse would do less damage than the programs designed to protect them. And there was no crap on the machine a month after running it with no protection at all. A moral there.
I think it could have been 3 months since anyone commented here but I do know 10 people a day come in on average so someone must like my description of a repetitive life with reactionary opinions and toilet words thrown in. I'd like to hear or read news that mentioned farts, mucus, enemas, suppositories, vaginal douches and skid marks I'd buy a paper every day. I suspect a few others would as well. Meanwhile I am still waiting to see my 3rd TV showing as the delays are stacking up and the latest is it's going on the internet probably next month but with free access which I call a monumental compromise. Better than a kick in the arse and that's as far as it goes.
This week only has a little work booked in, the rest who knows. I may go and buy a second pair of glasses as my only spares are for distance and if I knacker these I won't be able to read without using my old ones instead. The cost is the issue as I was told the discount place is unlikely to make them as they are so complex. I'll take the camera if I go but won't take the optician's. And I've taken more photos round there than anywhere, although one I took on Friday got the first Flickr award in over 2000 entries. It was a good one which I had decided already.
I'd like to see stories about celebrity clitorises, incontinence, nose picking and other more interesting items than who they're shagging and how rude they are to the people around them. Not Helen Mirren's Russian family but the fact she struggled with stress incontinence throughout portraying the queen. How Dame Judi Dench is determined to get the word 'smegma' into her latest role. Masturbation secrets of the greats. That's another fascinating one. Nasal secrets of the stars. Do they lick, roll, flick or wipe it under the chair. If they have to keep going on about many people with less talent than anyone with 5 O levels (it girls, models, Paris Hilton etc) at least tell us stuff about them we may find interesting. I think there may be an untapped source of wealth for anyone with the right connections. And they could always make a film of it. It wouldn't get an Oscar but would probably make more than the ones that did. Just a theory.
Since the laptop was reset I couldn't get the firewall open and the new one banned a quiz from entering the scores today, I think a trojan horse would do less damage than the programs designed to protect them. And there was no crap on the machine a month after running it with no protection at all. A moral there.
I think it could have been 3 months since anyone commented here but I do know 10 people a day come in on average so someone must like my description of a repetitive life with reactionary opinions and toilet words thrown in. I'd like to hear or read news that mentioned farts, mucus, enemas, suppositories, vaginal douches and skid marks I'd buy a paper every day. I suspect a few others would as well. Meanwhile I am still waiting to see my 3rd TV showing as the delays are stacking up and the latest is it's going on the internet probably next month but with free access which I call a monumental compromise. Better than a kick in the arse and that's as far as it goes.
This week only has a little work booked in, the rest who knows. I may go and buy a second pair of glasses as my only spares are for distance and if I knacker these I won't be able to read without using my old ones instead. The cost is the issue as I was told the discount place is unlikely to make them as they are so complex. I'll take the camera if I go but won't take the optician's. And I've taken more photos round there than anywhere, although one I took on Friday got the first Flickr award in over 2000 entries. It was a good one which I had decided already.
I'd like to see stories about celebrity clitorises, incontinence, nose picking and other more interesting items than who they're shagging and how rude they are to the people around them. Not Helen Mirren's Russian family but the fact she struggled with stress incontinence throughout portraying the queen. How Dame Judi Dench is determined to get the word 'smegma' into her latest role. Masturbation secrets of the greats. That's another fascinating one. Nasal secrets of the stars. Do they lick, roll, flick or wipe it under the chair. If they have to keep going on about many people with less talent than anyone with 5 O levels (it girls, models, Paris Hilton etc) at least tell us stuff about them we may find interesting. I think there may be an untapped source of wealth for anyone with the right connections. And they could always make a film of it. It wouldn't get an Oscar but would probably make more than the ones that did. Just a theory.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Analingus
Now I've hopefully got your attention, there's not a lot to tell, I need a valve for the bike front tyre before I can use that again, someone yet again didn't turn up as they seem to need a confirmation even though the date was arranged. I may have been tired but not the way to find out after the non-event. So I was hanging about for a while before my sole late booking of the day (I'm not a prostitute but it could sound like it), and was then on the phone for ages.
I'm still waiting to hear about the TV non-showing, I've now emailed the producer who hasn't returned my phone calls as it's becoming more and more of an abortion as each day goes by. If these fuckers want people to watch TV on demand then for Christ's sake advertise it. You get the worst tripe imaginable on Channel 4 on hoardings every few yards on the North Circular although every paper in the country has the listings, but some crack between the channels that doesn't appear in any newspaper can't be arsed to advertise despite launching a totally new service.
Maybe they want it to fail.
Meanwhile after waiting many years I believe the Guernsey UFO sighting has beaten the disinformation system at last. Multiple witnesses from official vehicles, double position sightings, meaning size could be worked out, and radar confirmation. Plus the object passed the test being beyond human capability to create, being a mile long. I've never come across a sighting with every box ticked before so each could have been something else. You can't fake a lit object hanging in the sky a mile long. As and when other people realise this is not possible to dismiss the long awaited discovery may slowly dawn on them, it's apparently been made. If nothing else non-earth origin objects have to be here as that bugger was definitely man made, unless they both mocked it up as a balloon and wanted to hoax everyone, but why?
Hopefully as with this story (3 months old) more will leak out over time. Like with an old woman on a long walk. Excuse me.
Anyway, having attempted to offend as many people as possible in as few words as possible, I could probably disgust a few more unfortunates and minorities, but I tend to do it far better when trying not to than looking for trouble. And leaking 0ld women quite turns me on actually, if they were attractive and under 75...
I think that must have offended a few more people. Bernard Manning? He was a proper comedian, only people with existing chips on their shoulders were offended, he didn't mean a word of it I believe, he just exploited the humour in people's stereotypes and had he been any of those groups himself (he had Jewish relatives) it wouldn't have stopped him saying a word of it. He represented freedom of speech and was the example I follow myself against the thought nazis of political correctness.
I however couldn't give a damn who I offend as if they can't see I'm trying to be funny they have no sense of humour. Feminists, Muslims, Common people etc will just have to take it, as I have for all my own clear and obvious shortcomings and personal ethnicity. I know the difference between funny and nasty and I never try to be nasty. I think had I been a Nigerian I'd still piss myself laughing about the permanent students in their 30s who study accounts in Britain while driving a minicab and tell everyone they're royalty and will join the government when they pass their exams the 4th attempt. They take themselves so seriously and have absolutely no sense of humour and that alone (besides what could be the most musical accent on the planet) makes them hilarious. Having worked with them since I was in the 6th form these stereotypes are deadly accurate and totally positive. Just as I piss myself with Jewish stereotypes. How morons (normally not Jewish) can call me anti semitic for doing them, while being Jewish, is an example how the 'Haringey mentality' has brainwashed so many half witted sheep who think by imitating someone you want to commit genocide. Imitation is surely the highest compliment assuming it's accurate and the thing that makes me laugh the most is when people take me off. When someone did me eating I nearly got a hernia.
So the day (once I perfect the accent) I make a Nigerian laugh with my impersonations of their compatriates I will have proved my points. While the white liberals are squirming with embarrassment hopefully the Africans will see the funny side I have observed in their own people just as Felix Dexter did, who is also not Nigerian, although admittedly the same colour. And Linda Smith had an identical stereotype on her radio show while she was alive, who was actually Nigerian but happy to play the exact character I do. Why? Because they are the most visible Nigerians in the country. But if I work for years on the accent and say exactly what he does I get accused of all sorts and would be banned from television for life, like Jim Davidson was as far as his comedy was concerned at least. Big deal. I was going for a walk but was on the phone so long I stayed in and wrote this instead. Besides hearing something I wanted to on the radio by pure chance I don't know which would have been preferable. Maybe I should go to Speaker's Corner, except I'd get shot by a Muslim within 10 minutes. Guaranteed.
I'm still waiting to hear about the TV non-showing, I've now emailed the producer who hasn't returned my phone calls as it's becoming more and more of an abortion as each day goes by. If these fuckers want people to watch TV on demand then for Christ's sake advertise it. You get the worst tripe imaginable on Channel 4 on hoardings every few yards on the North Circular although every paper in the country has the listings, but some crack between the channels that doesn't appear in any newspaper can't be arsed to advertise despite launching a totally new service.
Maybe they want it to fail.
Meanwhile after waiting many years I believe the Guernsey UFO sighting has beaten the disinformation system at last. Multiple witnesses from official vehicles, double position sightings, meaning size could be worked out, and radar confirmation. Plus the object passed the test being beyond human capability to create, being a mile long. I've never come across a sighting with every box ticked before so each could have been something else. You can't fake a lit object hanging in the sky a mile long. As and when other people realise this is not possible to dismiss the long awaited discovery may slowly dawn on them, it's apparently been made. If nothing else non-earth origin objects have to be here as that bugger was definitely man made, unless they both mocked it up as a balloon and wanted to hoax everyone, but why?
Hopefully as with this story (3 months old) more will leak out over time. Like with an old woman on a long walk. Excuse me.
Anyway, having attempted to offend as many people as possible in as few words as possible, I could probably disgust a few more unfortunates and minorities, but I tend to do it far better when trying not to than looking for trouble. And leaking 0ld women quite turns me on actually, if they were attractive and under 75...
I think that must have offended a few more people. Bernard Manning? He was a proper comedian, only people with existing chips on their shoulders were offended, he didn't mean a word of it I believe, he just exploited the humour in people's stereotypes and had he been any of those groups himself (he had Jewish relatives) it wouldn't have stopped him saying a word of it. He represented freedom of speech and was the example I follow myself against the thought nazis of political correctness.
I however couldn't give a damn who I offend as if they can't see I'm trying to be funny they have no sense of humour. Feminists, Muslims, Common people etc will just have to take it, as I have for all my own clear and obvious shortcomings and personal ethnicity. I know the difference between funny and nasty and I never try to be nasty. I think had I been a Nigerian I'd still piss myself laughing about the permanent students in their 30s who study accounts in Britain while driving a minicab and tell everyone they're royalty and will join the government when they pass their exams the 4th attempt. They take themselves so seriously and have absolutely no sense of humour and that alone (besides what could be the most musical accent on the planet) makes them hilarious. Having worked with them since I was in the 6th form these stereotypes are deadly accurate and totally positive. Just as I piss myself with Jewish stereotypes. How morons (normally not Jewish) can call me anti semitic for doing them, while being Jewish, is an example how the 'Haringey mentality' has brainwashed so many half witted sheep who think by imitating someone you want to commit genocide. Imitation is surely the highest compliment assuming it's accurate and the thing that makes me laugh the most is when people take me off. When someone did me eating I nearly got a hernia.
So the day (once I perfect the accent) I make a Nigerian laugh with my impersonations of their compatriates I will have proved my points. While the white liberals are squirming with embarrassment hopefully the Africans will see the funny side I have observed in their own people just as Felix Dexter did, who is also not Nigerian, although admittedly the same colour. And Linda Smith had an identical stereotype on her radio show while she was alive, who was actually Nigerian but happy to play the exact character I do. Why? Because they are the most visible Nigerians in the country. But if I work for years on the accent and say exactly what he does I get accused of all sorts and would be banned from television for life, like Jim Davidson was as far as his comedy was concerned at least. Big deal. I was going for a walk but was on the phone so long I stayed in and wrote this instead. Besides hearing something I wanted to on the radio by pure chance I don't know which would have been preferable. Maybe I should go to Speaker's Corner, except I'd get shot by a Muslim within 10 minutes. Guaranteed.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Nostalgia
It doesn't take much to start me off. Someone mentioned Brenda Blethyn, and when I looked up Chance in a Million, saw a photo of her with Simon Callow just as when I fell for her in the first episode. Then Fresh Fields, Sally Thomsett and Linda Bellingham. I should be so lucky. I did get a packet of Newcastle Metro tickets last week sent to me, the last traditional tickets in regular UK train usage. It's a shame it's so far otherwise I'd be up there for a few hours and collect as many as possible, even though they only have one station like the old Tube tickets, and some even have numbers instead of names. But they are real tickets, not the toys they provide on every other service. I could always fly there but as always the journey to the airport takes longer than the flight and I expect very few flights there from anywhere on earth.
In 20 years time I can't see much nostalgia in 2007. Hardly. Even though there's no mileage in it I've thought about moving, but a flat in NW11 (Golders Green) would be 25% higher than I'd get and the service charges on top of that. And how can a cat get in and out? Meanwhile the term 'In the can' now means something else to me. Two TV programmes. I haven't heard about the late one yet, and wonder when I will, and the other will be sent on DVD about January with any luck. The other was due last week, my arse.
This week besides a couple of client bookings is clear. I haven't really even got any jobs left to do. Nothing special really. The garden had it's regular seeing to last week and the house is even up to scratch besides some filing, although the drawers and cupboards could do with some emptying. The details are mainly irrelevant as it's doing all this alone that takes most of the fun out of it. Now if I get any TV news this week that will improve things greatly. I don't get paid for it, allow them to so deserve the respect any other workers would get. Like fuck.
Last week was OK, after the filming I had the odd visitor, went to Hampstead Heath and took loads of photos. The usual bike rides, gardening as mentioned and a few more calls to the radio. With or without a job I'd do the same things in my spare time but be judged less for them as we can't be expected to do much after a hard week at work which I haven't done since 1989, full time anyhow. Or even part time, some years later. Of course I've done many things for nothing since then and know at least the people I did them for value them and was more important than earning profits for an employer.
When life was good I still had plenty of problems, exams, no girlfriend for months on end, family problems, and loads of time being left on my own while my parents were working. But besides the exams which were the worst things I ever had to do they were good times. Now I have little left, paper qualifications only get you work if you're lucky, and respect, houses shelter, and money relative security. But without people you may as well be dead and in the coffin already. Just as much conversation and excitement. The source of most of my problems and without a miracle the rest of my life. God forbid.
In 20 years time I can't see much nostalgia in 2007. Hardly. Even though there's no mileage in it I've thought about moving, but a flat in NW11 (Golders Green) would be 25% higher than I'd get and the service charges on top of that. And how can a cat get in and out? Meanwhile the term 'In the can' now means something else to me. Two TV programmes. I haven't heard about the late one yet, and wonder when I will, and the other will be sent on DVD about January with any luck. The other was due last week, my arse.
This week besides a couple of client bookings is clear. I haven't really even got any jobs left to do. Nothing special really. The garden had it's regular seeing to last week and the house is even up to scratch besides some filing, although the drawers and cupboards could do with some emptying. The details are mainly irrelevant as it's doing all this alone that takes most of the fun out of it. Now if I get any TV news this week that will improve things greatly. I don't get paid for it, allow them to so deserve the respect any other workers would get. Like fuck.
Last week was OK, after the filming I had the odd visitor, went to Hampstead Heath and took loads of photos. The usual bike rides, gardening as mentioned and a few more calls to the radio. With or without a job I'd do the same things in my spare time but be judged less for them as we can't be expected to do much after a hard week at work which I haven't done since 1989, full time anyhow. Or even part time, some years later. Of course I've done many things for nothing since then and know at least the people I did them for value them and was more important than earning profits for an employer.
When life was good I still had plenty of problems, exams, no girlfriend for months on end, family problems, and loads of time being left on my own while my parents were working. But besides the exams which were the worst things I ever had to do they were good times. Now I have little left, paper qualifications only get you work if you're lucky, and respect, houses shelter, and money relative security. But without people you may as well be dead and in the coffin already. Just as much conversation and excitement. The source of most of my problems and without a miracle the rest of my life. God forbid.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Race riots
While I'm here, I suppose the more I write the more my few readers will have a reason to check in. I took over 30 pretty good photos yesterday round Golders Green mainly by finding new subjects to take, like people in the street. Always popular but will never meet the heights of a London Transport sign apparently. I have most of those already as well as enough buses to fill a garage. But no two shots of people will be the same so I have a new avenue.
Last week was the busiest for a while, punctuated by two nice walks on Hampstead Heath with the camera. No plans left now and I also called the producer of the TV programme twice to ask why it wasn't on and left 2 messages but no reply as yet. Anyone who remembers the Hutchison Rabbit, the earliest type of mobile phone will see the same elements in the Sky TV on demand system. No demand, no TV. End of.
Meanwhile little snippets of news creep in, the multiple witness UFO seen in Guernsey is the first I remember being reported plus with pictures and enough data to measure and locate, about a mile long. Can anyone tell me that could be man made? The lack of official answers is no surprise, and the truth is the ones who don't know can't, and the ones that do won't say. But we've seen it now so they can't say they aren't out there. I'm sorry it appears to only have been reported locally and online, but maybe some clever reporter will realise the significance and write about it again saying what I just did. You can't put that one back in the box. Judging by the apparent communication powers of aliens by telepathy, being telepathic myself I wonder how they work with me and can only communicate through others? I was trained to receive and when I try I get nothing. Others get scientifically valid diagrams, teaching and other information beyond earth's science and I have to hear it through them. Maybe it's something wrong with me?
Otherwise things are clear for a while and I need a week off to recover from all the work last week. I was given the advice to sell my house and buy a flat so I could live near or in Golders Green and I am checking places out online to see if I can afford them. I've realised (besides getting a cat door) it may well be viable and living in a flat isn't so bad once you're indoors. I'd prefer to walk straight out to Golders Green Road and have some decent people and activities on the doorstep besides the parks here. I'm nowhere near the shops and most of the people may as well be from another planet. I talk to everyone but they don't and many, almost all the old timers here feel the same way and are moving out. As it's my blog and it's not breaking the law I will point out not only white people are racists. I think that speaks for itself. Other races may be the minority here but their attitudes are the same as any other group among the less enlightened members. Africans and Indians lower the status of darker members and India still has the caste system whatever they say. Based partly on colour, the Brahmins are the lightest and have blue eyes. Thank goodness for that, as if I ever got there I'd be a darkie but my blue eyes qualify me as the top caste! I do not and never have passed for English despite my parents' appearance I appear to have fled from a Middle Eastern desert and many people are still surprised when I speak such good English. I couldn't care less any more as I'm more concerned about my height, not my colour. You can be of any race but if 6 foot people will not take the piss. That is far more important than race for me. How many people will go up to an Asian and make a rude remark? Nowadays hardly any. But if you're below average height it's open season. They think it's affectionate and funny but no different from calling someone a wog as you are different to them and seen as inferior. As for being Jewish I realised yesterday had I not been and still lived where I had I'd be fascinated and probably want to become Jewish. There's not a thing I can find to say about the Jews that is derogatory despite being naturally biased. The holocaust set back science by hundreds of years as most scientists were killed and we had to manage with the bare minimum since. We may catch up but are decades if not much more behind.
So, maybe if I'm a little contraversial at least the odd reader may care to argue with me, it seems so often compared to the old days I may be talking to the wall here, and when I can be arsed intend to turn the best posts into a book. To be frank it's taken me 47 years to form my views and are based on testing assumptions and finding the truth behind them. It may not be possible to use facts and figures to support much but I know when I crack a problem and I believe I have with many so far. Truth isn't politically correct, some people are better at one thing than another so why not just leave it at that and accept we are all different and hate everyone not like we are? OK, it's not that bad but reflects the worst of the world from one end to the other. But only the middle class whites get the blame for any attitude despite easily being able to find them in every society in the world except maybe a few so inbred there are no differences...
Last week was the busiest for a while, punctuated by two nice walks on Hampstead Heath with the camera. No plans left now and I also called the producer of the TV programme twice to ask why it wasn't on and left 2 messages but no reply as yet. Anyone who remembers the Hutchison Rabbit, the earliest type of mobile phone will see the same elements in the Sky TV on demand system. No demand, no TV. End of.
Meanwhile little snippets of news creep in, the multiple witness UFO seen in Guernsey is the first I remember being reported plus with pictures and enough data to measure and locate, about a mile long. Can anyone tell me that could be man made? The lack of official answers is no surprise, and the truth is the ones who don't know can't, and the ones that do won't say. But we've seen it now so they can't say they aren't out there. I'm sorry it appears to only have been reported locally and online, but maybe some clever reporter will realise the significance and write about it again saying what I just did. You can't put that one back in the box. Judging by the apparent communication powers of aliens by telepathy, being telepathic myself I wonder how they work with me and can only communicate through others? I was trained to receive and when I try I get nothing. Others get scientifically valid diagrams, teaching and other information beyond earth's science and I have to hear it through them. Maybe it's something wrong with me?
Otherwise things are clear for a while and I need a week off to recover from all the work last week. I was given the advice to sell my house and buy a flat so I could live near or in Golders Green and I am checking places out online to see if I can afford them. I've realised (besides getting a cat door) it may well be viable and living in a flat isn't so bad once you're indoors. I'd prefer to walk straight out to Golders Green Road and have some decent people and activities on the doorstep besides the parks here. I'm nowhere near the shops and most of the people may as well be from another planet. I talk to everyone but they don't and many, almost all the old timers here feel the same way and are moving out. As it's my blog and it's not breaking the law I will point out not only white people are racists. I think that speaks for itself. Other races may be the minority here but their attitudes are the same as any other group among the less enlightened members. Africans and Indians lower the status of darker members and India still has the caste system whatever they say. Based partly on colour, the Brahmins are the lightest and have blue eyes. Thank goodness for that, as if I ever got there I'd be a darkie but my blue eyes qualify me as the top caste! I do not and never have passed for English despite my parents' appearance I appear to have fled from a Middle Eastern desert and many people are still surprised when I speak such good English. I couldn't care less any more as I'm more concerned about my height, not my colour. You can be of any race but if 6 foot people will not take the piss. That is far more important than race for me. How many people will go up to an Asian and make a rude remark? Nowadays hardly any. But if you're below average height it's open season. They think it's affectionate and funny but no different from calling someone a wog as you are different to them and seen as inferior. As for being Jewish I realised yesterday had I not been and still lived where I had I'd be fascinated and probably want to become Jewish. There's not a thing I can find to say about the Jews that is derogatory despite being naturally biased. The holocaust set back science by hundreds of years as most scientists were killed and we had to manage with the bare minimum since. We may catch up but are decades if not much more behind.
So, maybe if I'm a little contraversial at least the odd reader may care to argue with me, it seems so often compared to the old days I may be talking to the wall here, and when I can be arsed intend to turn the best posts into a book. To be frank it's taken me 47 years to form my views and are based on testing assumptions and finding the truth behind them. It may not be possible to use facts and figures to support much but I know when I crack a problem and I believe I have with many so far. Truth isn't politically correct, some people are better at one thing than another so why not just leave it at that and accept we are all different and hate everyone not like we are? OK, it's not that bad but reflects the worst of the world from one end to the other. But only the middle class whites get the blame for any attitude despite easily being able to find them in every society in the world except maybe a few so inbred there are no differences...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Busy city Arizona
Well more than usual. I spent Monday filming my 4th TV scene, this time part of a whole 30 minute episode for 'Confessions of alien abductees', due to be shown on WETV in America at the end of the year. Meanwhile despite my 3rd scene being due last weekend, having finally found someone with Sky Anytime I hear it's absent from the menu. Fucking bloody wankers. That's better. Anyway, I'm phoning the producer tomorrow as it's supposed to coincide with The 4400 (whatever shite that may be) which started yesterday. What a fucking fiasco.
Besides that I went to Hampstead Heath with my dad today and took some nice pictures, had people over yesterday and more work than usual this week in the spaces. I haven't checked my stats for this site yet, the average has settled at 10 hits a day from the original 50, which I blame totally on the site stopping our linked profiles. My other site, which had 9000 hits before the counter was pulled, now gets 1-2 a day, but rarely updates so little reason to visit very often. The latest BBC lot of photos was only the 2nd without one of mine, but as the next lot will be the last, getting 8 on is pretty good and I hope they make a book of them, with mine in it of course.
Tomorrow I have no plans till my late appointments, and hopefully that will end up as a holiday despite being on my own and having little worth doing in advance. Maybe (especially if wet) I'll blitz the quiz site and see how many points I can score. Of course I learn so much as a result I scored 255 points (my 2nd best ever) in University Challenge's first of the series on Monday. Believe me that is good. 10 for a starter, 5 for a bonus. And before they get it. Tough.
I will end with a picture (says 1000 words) from today's trip,
Besides that I went to Hampstead Heath with my dad today and took some nice pictures, had people over yesterday and more work than usual this week in the spaces. I haven't checked my stats for this site yet, the average has settled at 10 hits a day from the original 50, which I blame totally on the site stopping our linked profiles. My other site, which had 9000 hits before the counter was pulled, now gets 1-2 a day, but rarely updates so little reason to visit very often. The latest BBC lot of photos was only the 2nd without one of mine, but as the next lot will be the last, getting 8 on is pretty good and I hope they make a book of them, with mine in it of course.
Tomorrow I have no plans till my late appointments, and hopefully that will end up as a holiday despite being on my own and having little worth doing in advance. Maybe (especially if wet) I'll blitz the quiz site and see how many points I can score. Of course I learn so much as a result I scored 255 points (my 2nd best ever) in University Challenge's first of the series on Monday. Believe me that is good. 10 for a starter, 5 for a bonus. And before they get it. Tough.
I will end with a picture (says 1000 words) from today's trip,
I see the system posts these at the top now for some reason but I moved it. This is Wildwood Road from Hampstead Heath and one of those houses will cost around £5 million. I think if I was that rich I'd spend a portion of it on prostitutes. Bought to order has to be better than the random freebies I get from time to time...
Sunday, July 08, 2007
That week went fast
Blimey, I've been away for a week! Not by any plan, I just clearly had sod all to say. Today my 3rd TV programme was launched only on Sky Anytime. I now discover it is only on Sky Plus for people with the latest boxes and only with a software download. Ie nobody. Fuck that for a lark. Launch a new programme before anyone can watch it. Stupid bastards.
Otherwise I went out on Friday without my camera and by the time I realised it was too late to take them, so I'll have to return a mile or two away to retake them in the week. Work has picked up and I'm filming another alien abduction session with a client tomorrow but only to be shown in America. And I don't get paid, only in publicity. I'm about to check the stats and see if not posting for a week affected the visits or people check in regardless. Maybe google want to kill blogger since they got involved as I can't read any new blogs and neither can anyone else. Most of my links are to other companies and I have to join most so I can leave comments. What a joke. Blogger is the best presented and run site and they've totally fucked up by losing links to other bloggers. How the hell are we supposed to read them if they don't let us?
After the TV programme tomorrow I have little ahead, mainly peace I hope, and will start to get to know my neighbours as I'm asking them all whether they have Sky Plus. Otherwise I just have some more photos from round Hampstead Heath to show for a week, the weather was so bad I didn't even get out for a walk there. My friend in India returned for his annual visit on Wednesday so got to see a few people and talk about philosophy until next year when he returns. My friend in America couldn't afford to come for a holiday so won't be back now for 2 more years unless those plans go west and he stays even longer. The cat caught two mice, assuming one was the one in the house already so that would have been dealt with. Yech. So overall a really average and pretty typical week at the moment. I know there's little more I can do about it, I am starting another article and another quiz for Funtrivia, and again all I produce isn't paid for. All for pleasure or career and not a penny for me. I do manage but one day it would be nice to get paid for my abilities more than currently. And in the media it's all or nothing, they get more than most and for what I wonder? But if I get any I won't be complaining.
Anyway, at least if anyone's been wondering where I am now you know. Driving round Colindale looking for places to take photos. And anyone who's been to Colindale will know what that's like.
Otherwise I went out on Friday without my camera and by the time I realised it was too late to take them, so I'll have to return a mile or two away to retake them in the week. Work has picked up and I'm filming another alien abduction session with a client tomorrow but only to be shown in America. And I don't get paid, only in publicity. I'm about to check the stats and see if not posting for a week affected the visits or people check in regardless. Maybe google want to kill blogger since they got involved as I can't read any new blogs and neither can anyone else. Most of my links are to other companies and I have to join most so I can leave comments. What a joke. Blogger is the best presented and run site and they've totally fucked up by losing links to other bloggers. How the hell are we supposed to read them if they don't let us?
After the TV programme tomorrow I have little ahead, mainly peace I hope, and will start to get to know my neighbours as I'm asking them all whether they have Sky Plus. Otherwise I just have some more photos from round Hampstead Heath to show for a week, the weather was so bad I didn't even get out for a walk there. My friend in India returned for his annual visit on Wednesday so got to see a few people and talk about philosophy until next year when he returns. My friend in America couldn't afford to come for a holiday so won't be back now for 2 more years unless those plans go west and he stays even longer. The cat caught two mice, assuming one was the one in the house already so that would have been dealt with. Yech. So overall a really average and pretty typical week at the moment. I know there's little more I can do about it, I am starting another article and another quiz for Funtrivia, and again all I produce isn't paid for. All for pleasure or career and not a penny for me. I do manage but one day it would be nice to get paid for my abilities more than currently. And in the media it's all or nothing, they get more than most and for what I wonder? But if I get any I won't be complaining.
Anyway, at least if anyone's been wondering where I am now you know. Driving round Colindale looking for places to take photos. And anyone who's been to Colindale will know what that's like.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Bollocks, winkles and a horse's hangdown
It's got a bit dull round here, I may avoid trouble a bit more recently but also avoid fun. Or it avoids me. I was just reading about the judgemental attitude of the new agers, unlike therapists, who blame cancer on the victim. Crap. I suppose there is always order in coincidences, I've said a few new quiz answers would be heard recently and after a few were learnt at least 3 were then heard on the radio or TV as expected, and these questions were years old and randomly selected.
So one more week till my TV series starts, although there are 7 short episodes so I may need to wait and if each is only available for a week sod all people will see it. What a record. Like the first person to shit their pants on TV. Not a clever thing to be known for, the first ever TV programme not made for scheduled TV. I'm confused and I'm in it! I have been roughly told by the boss where it is and I am uncertain, heaven knows what the people who can watch it would do. They have hidden a TV programme under such a pile of hoops to jump through, links and buttons I doubt the series will reach double figures. If that forces them to show it on Sky all the better but I will soon find out.
But it's boring. I've had the time to do some housework and it rained so no gardening, but still took loads of photos the couple of trips I made this week. 6 on TV now on BBC interactive, and I just sent one of my friend's old house which would be pretty amazing to get on TV. Despite 4 1/2 years at the gym and 60 kilo bench pressing my chest is stuck at the same size. Arms big, shoulders reasonable, legs able to shift the whole stack of weights but the chest remains the same. I have at least 4 of a 6 pack, I think the rest is hiding behind the inch or two of fat remaining, but when you look at the big guys of all heights I am not like that.
If I have to make my own entertainment it's similar to here, except it's real and even if I wanted to I couldn't make it up. Nothing here is made up, what's the point? So rather than be boring I use nursery words. Always have. Manure, piles, turds, droppings, suppository, rectum, always reliable as a last resort, I hope. Now if I really have any mental illness it's only stress related and half would go instantly if I moved in with a family. Currently any problem is mine. Mine alone. If I don't fix it and need someone else to I have to wait and often pay as well. Crap. And nothing in my power to change. That's the worst thing, when you are totally reliant on others. My friend in America couldn't afford the trip here this summer so is now due in 2 more years. And then probably 40 miles away. Typical example. And the things I can influence are so trivial they are just survival, no more than that. So I go online and talk about farts and guano as there's nothing better to do. And if I even entertain one person with it it's worth it. I made someone laugh with a Uranus last week, so it is still possible.
While I'm at it, if anyone remember the Wombles, can you imagine my version of it? Bungo brings in a used condom and the French chef asks if he wants her to cook it. Great Uncle Bulgaria keeps them all in until they admit who farted. And could you imagine Bernard Cribbins saying "'Well if you don't like it they can fuck off' said Wellington". Classic. And they'd all make use of the toilet, announcing they need to look around before they run out of paper, and Orinoco saying 'you don't want to go in there for 10 minutes'. I suppose you could call it 'Carry On Wombling', except they never actually swore in that series of films. That would make a bloody good series actually. And that, I'm sorry to say, is how my mind works. Not a penny in it for me.
So one more week till my TV series starts, although there are 7 short episodes so I may need to wait and if each is only available for a week sod all people will see it. What a record. Like the first person to shit their pants on TV. Not a clever thing to be known for, the first ever TV programme not made for scheduled TV. I'm confused and I'm in it! I have been roughly told by the boss where it is and I am uncertain, heaven knows what the people who can watch it would do. They have hidden a TV programme under such a pile of hoops to jump through, links and buttons I doubt the series will reach double figures. If that forces them to show it on Sky all the better but I will soon find out.
But it's boring. I've had the time to do some housework and it rained so no gardening, but still took loads of photos the couple of trips I made this week. 6 on TV now on BBC interactive, and I just sent one of my friend's old house which would be pretty amazing to get on TV. Despite 4 1/2 years at the gym and 60 kilo bench pressing my chest is stuck at the same size. Arms big, shoulders reasonable, legs able to shift the whole stack of weights but the chest remains the same. I have at least 4 of a 6 pack, I think the rest is hiding behind the inch or two of fat remaining, but when you look at the big guys of all heights I am not like that.
If I have to make my own entertainment it's similar to here, except it's real and even if I wanted to I couldn't make it up. Nothing here is made up, what's the point? So rather than be boring I use nursery words. Always have. Manure, piles, turds, droppings, suppository, rectum, always reliable as a last resort, I hope. Now if I really have any mental illness it's only stress related and half would go instantly if I moved in with a family. Currently any problem is mine. Mine alone. If I don't fix it and need someone else to I have to wait and often pay as well. Crap. And nothing in my power to change. That's the worst thing, when you are totally reliant on others. My friend in America couldn't afford the trip here this summer so is now due in 2 more years. And then probably 40 miles away. Typical example. And the things I can influence are so trivial they are just survival, no more than that. So I go online and talk about farts and guano as there's nothing better to do. And if I even entertain one person with it it's worth it. I made someone laugh with a Uranus last week, so it is still possible.
While I'm at it, if anyone remember the Wombles, can you imagine my version of it? Bungo brings in a used condom and the French chef asks if he wants her to cook it. Great Uncle Bulgaria keeps them all in until they admit who farted. And could you imagine Bernard Cribbins saying "'Well if you don't like it they can fuck off' said Wellington". Classic. And they'd all make use of the toilet, announcing they need to look around before they run out of paper, and Orinoco saying 'you don't want to go in there for 10 minutes'. I suppose you could call it 'Carry On Wombling', except they never actually swore in that series of films. That would make a bloody good series actually. And that, I'm sorry to say, is how my mind works. Not a penny in it for me.
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