On a bicycle?

I'm guessing there's a motor under the lab coat.


The music is great. I wish I could hear the entire piece.

may the fuerza be with you

...and also with you. (A little Catholic humor)
Why, oh why do people use information like a weapon? I have had a few recent outstanding encounters with people that have withheld information until an opportune moment. Then brought up a topic of discussion that should have been talked about with compassion, and understanding, rather than using it as a tool to gain leverage. It's interesting how every situation has the potential for a myriad of outcomes. Knowing this and being aware of how these moments are like trying to hold on to water as it is being poured through your hands. Some people approach these situations as if they are laying concrete, a foundation for a platform to base their next move. I'm tired of holding a bookmark for something that has lost it's relevance for me, namely; dealing with people on that level.

Yesterday I was talking to someone on the phone. Someone else over hears my conversation and starts commenting on the half of the conversation they are hearing. The person on the phone over hears them and starts saying I agree with them, you are being stupid. I'm thinking...this isn't even the conversation we are having... I say: "Shut up and we can argue about this later". I finish my phone conversation without having to discuss my thought process with two people that really just want to dissect me into bite sized chunks so I can be chewed up and spit out. I generally take this sort of situation very personally, because I am keenly aware of the odds stacked against me by revealing too much. I however know deep inside of my being what I think, believe and feel, I stand my ground, because that is all I have. I went to work (my job) and was confront with another situation. Someone wanted to discuss a controversial topic with me, but it really was just a brain picking session. I heard myself say more than once: "I'm sure I sound cold and heartless, but I really don't care." As I was finishing my work I remembered when I was in High School, I refused to read the books that were required reading in the English class. I didn't make a protest type stand, and march to the school administration office or the office of education. What I did was I wrote BS nonsense on my assignments so the teacher would think I was incompetent, trying to make it obvious I didn't read a word of the book I was given. I knew I would get a failing grade, I didn't care. I thought if I'm here to learn, why should I have to read someone's words that I have no possible way of identifying myself with. Someone I have nothing in common with something that went against all the life lessons I had encountered up to that point and I took a stand. I went to that school in my worn out clothes, and my worn out shoes, and made the best of it. I took a sewing class and made a few items to wear. I later met a guy that told me he loved me. I can only assume he thought that buying me nice clothes he would become my hero, without having to make any real emotional investment in a relationship. I had been a raggedy-ann type for so long it was comfortable, but he tried to change me. The weirdest thing was when I would dress up he would always do something to undermine me, in front of other people. He needed to humiliate me. It always made him look satisfied and happy, under the guise of being accidental. Everyone thought he was a great guy, most were shocked when I left him. I took a stand. It doesn't matter that I doubted myself. It doesn't matter that I never read those recommended books.
I have something that serves as a constant reminder for me of what happens when you follow another person blindly, without question, and do what you are told.
Besides that; Who is going to say Jack LaLanne is wrong?

I Love You

I took a picture of this creepy looking koala on the side of a van.

The H1N1 virus was raised to a level 6 pandemic. I am wondering if under these circumstances do all people who die get tested for possible infection?

I clipped this out of a newspaper in Jan. 25, 2000. I found it yesterday when I was looking through a box.
It still makes me wonder about desperation and why it creates visions of God?
Is it because people find what they seek?
Is it because it is inherent in us?

This morning I responded to an email and I want to share it with this picture because it is dealing with the same sort of concept.
What happens during times of desperation.

Bill, Thank You for this great response. I've been intrigued by the use of the term 'infomercial' and O'Bama. The 'infomercial' is an effective use of TV time for selling products. Even if the people buying the products are using credit cards. I have had people come to where I work saying I saw this product advertised do you carry it? This is business and makes sense for retail to operate this way. Something I've noticed is people are spending money in this 'economic down turn' corporations that are used to telling us what we need are now getting an elegant view of what people buy in a crisis. We can know they are taking copious notes! Advertising has a profound effect on consumers. Especially if they have plenty of unrestrained data to set up their advertising campaigns. If you've ever taken a telephone survey, or a written survey. That is another way they try to get a pulse on what consumers are thinking because that is the nature of retail.
For the President of the United States to use an infomercial type format it becomes obvious the Government is trying to sell us something.
What is it they are selling?
Who is their target market?
Within those answers is the strategy.

Awhile back I was talking with a friend about what is common place on television today was relegated to the Jerry Springer show 10+ years ago.

I know what I've stated is obvious and clear to people in this group.
I'm wondering what others thoughts our on this matter:
The nature of what it is we are facing.
Patricia

I have copy #77 of 100 of a reprinted book from the year 1808. It is compilation of journal entries and narratives of people captured by Indian Tribes. One of the writers gained their trust, and documented usable land that he encountered in his travels. He may or may not have known he was destroying a way of life he at many times revealed he was enjoying while living with his Indian captures. Other stories document incidents and perspectives into the Indians tribe culture, warfare tactics, and laws they lived by. The book fascinates me endlessly, and I am most drawn to the realization, through this and other books I've read, that the Indian people had an understanding of belonging, and could have negotiated the terms of their lives without the need of 100% subjugation. Because of the hierarchy within their culture. It seems humankind has been lulled into a mindset, or tricked into a comfort zone, far from reality, people in desperate need of being snapped out of their poisoned apple sleep.

a brief report about the recent R.C.U.C meeting
'the costs to Sheriff Department, Riverside County and taxpayer of
incarceration and deportation of illegal criminals'

I am probably not the best person to do the reporting on the Riverside
County Sheriff, or any police agency since.
I have the highest respect for our judicial system on all levels.
Because of what I have seen personally. They are in, my opinion, (Law
Enforcement) the most efficient running Government Agency we have in
Riverside County. I will repeat this is
"MY OPINION"!

If I understood this correctly the I.C.E team deals only with persons
that are in the prison system they have to be in custody to be
interviewed.
O'Bama is trying to eliminate these funds:
State Criminal Alien Assistance Program (SCAAP)

California's prison system is governed by regulations that mandate how
many prisoners are allowed to be in each facility, and a variety of
other criteria set up to give the inmate rights. The County/State? can
apply to be reimbursed by the Federal Government if criminals meet a
certain criteria such as:
what they are charged with
how long they stayed in custody

91% of the male prisoners that are illegal immigrants are from Mexico.

It was interesting to note the speakers said: white women make up the
majority of women inmates in Riverside County.

Riverside County will be implementing a new finger printing system in
Oct. 09

Sorry I don't have more to report but I didn't take very good notes, and
the questions from the audience opened up a variety of discussions that
went in a bunch of different directions.

Patricia

After the Guest Speaker finished there was a discussion about the situation that has been brewing in Menifee about the voting and the districts. People aren't happy with the leadership being isolated to one area. Some are questioning if there is a conflict of interest with Darcy Kuenzi.

I saw a picture on a blog this morning that reminded of Wacky Packages, the parody stickers. I have a few from when I was a kid. I made this one awhile back to send to a friend, we call each other wanton woman. A guy told us all American women are half dressed whores, and talk shamelessly like wanton women. He even said all American men go to other countries to marry virgins.

In business, when someone is getting paid to screw people over they don't make mistakes. They don't accidentally send emails to people.
They use that as bait.
Lay of the Land? You want to get to know the lay of the land?
How much are you paying the Druid, to introduce you to the Genius Loci?
Let me restate that: How much are the taxpayers paying the Druid you've hired?

A few days ago exchanging emails with my Aunt, got me musing. She asked about my son. I told her:
"Since I homeschool him it's hard to talk about him in the customary way that many people are used to. I mean how do you describe the process of life, and the developing human spirit? There are so many levels it's hard to focus on one this or that."

I realized how far away from my own family I had grown, the years that had gone by from the unresolved conflicts. I know it's a matter of time and things resolve themselves. That night I lit a candle at church. It was magical, circumstances worked out that I had to drive to my parents house. Something I had been avoiding for years, but there I was on the street from my childhood. Back to the gateway of expectations, pecking order, hand me downs, waiting my turn, living in the shadow of my brilliantly intelligent sisters, and my brothers who were exalted by gender. The little house that hadn't changed with the fads of the times. There I stood at the curb feeling like an outsider. I could see how my mom's expectations for me were matched by my expectations for her. My mom, aside from her mother, is the hardest working woman I know. She'll never get an award, her own talk show, in the Guinness Book of World Records, which is okay because I don't want to share her. I want her to focus all that energy onto my son. Like a grandma should.
When my grandma, the matriarch of our family died, I lost focus. When my grandpa died it had a soul searching effect on me. That invisible force that holds a family together.
People that try to impose themselves on you, feeling they have the right. I've learned to keep my mouth shut and let them figure out where they've crossed the line, which most never do. Some say they want to know, but they only get offended by honesty. The truth is you can never enslave the human spirit. You can try and you will fail.



What the? How did Miss Cleo know about the little trees and the cul-de-sac...amazing
ha ha
Whadda ya waiting fee