1/25

My last two posts have been rants. While I typically enjoy 90% plus of my day, I find the remaining 10% fun to write about. I will be warm and fuzzy next time, I almost promise.

This afternoon I went to a reputably snooty department store to purchase a select few items. I am always open to see what else I may be tempted to buy and more often than not, I do. I'm a sucker for clothes and beauty products. I walked through the section from where I typically find essentials- quality cotton lounge-wear, versatile dresses that are appropriate for both day and night, jeans and such. The sales people just glanced and at me and continued on with their tasks- folding clothes, fixing displays, restocking the shelves with items left behind in dressing rooms- the sorts of things that are too demanding to do and greet someone at the same time. I was finally asked by a overly groomed man if I needed anything while in a quick stride- as if he knew that I did not. I would like to offer those at Neiman Marcus some sales tips.

-The best way to talk people out of money is to talk to them.

-That often people who dress comfortably do so because they are that- comfortable!

-That people who are less concerned by how others perceive their worth often have the most of it. They are worth approaching.

And a final note to think of while your sitting in traffic in your 2002 Grand Cherokee- you would make a great rent a cop, or VIP host, or one of the other professions in which they take their job's importance too seriously- they probably pay better than your current one. You, too, may then be able to purchase the items that you sell.

I walked out and went to Nordstrom where, as always, I had a pleasurable experience.

1/24

Yesterday I lunched at my regular vegetarian spot. No news there. I dined alone with a book which I often enjoy, but today I found myself distracted by the other patrons. The restaurant was packed- tables of women from my neighborhood and nearby ones; where dads bring in above average incomes and the once "cute" moms workout and lunch with each other during the day before they pick up their tots from school. Upon entering, some greeted other women at nearby tables before sitting down at their own with their pod of other mom friends. I watched them size each other up for any signs that the other's husband is doing more successfully than their own. They seemed to dole out compliments to one another so that they would receive one (just as put-on) in return. I wonder the purpose of these women. To pop out kids who vote republican?

After, I venture to Barnes and Noble. I was speaking to my mom on the phone and as not to disturb others, I moved to the children's section. I was sitting on a one foot mushroom stool under a cardboard tree, speaking quietly, when I heard, "SSSHHSHHHH!!!" from across the 25,000 square foot room.

Shshhhhhhhh??

I got up to see who brought me back to the 2nd grade. Which hairy lipped teacher was reprimanding me? Mrs. McMullen? It was a middle-aged woman looking at me with utmost disdain. She was sitting by the window with her legs crossed. I'm not good with judging weight but it would be fair to assume that she had about thirty pounds to lose before she could walk without her thighs rubbing together causing sparks to fly. My mom has said to equate one pound of fat with a hamburger patty. She had at least thirty of those squeezed into her jeans, so thirty pounds is accurate enough. "You're so loud! I can hear everything that comes out your mouth!" "You're rude and fat. And I can see everything that goes into yours."

I know now why I never "shhhh" anyone. It's castrating. Not even in a movie theater when the lumps of clay behind me are chewing their popcorn like cows grazing on bananas do I make such an offense. Well, once, when the guy a few seats over seemed to be digging in his popcorn so loud and frequent that I could barely hear the movie. When I turned to him, he was looking back at me and jacking off into a bag- so that is a different story. Nevertheless, I was disappointed by my matching her affront with one of my own.

I returned to Barnes and Noble today and apparently, so did my karma. Because of a babbling, countrified chatterbox, I (again) moved to the children's section where there seemed to be fewer disturbances. In comes a little shit head who is screaming, throwing books on the ground and ripping them up. Being the bibliophile that I am, this pisses me off. I don't care if it's The Big Bad Wolf or Virginia Wolfe, I would be bothered the same. I am having visions of hurling the brat across the store and I realize that this kid will probably grow into the kind of adult where again, if appropriate, I would gladly hurl across the Milky Way. OK, I'll stop.

12/31

Everyone is in a New Year's hype. I am too, though not in the horn blowing let's get wasted sense. This year marks the 2011 year on the Gregorian Calendar. I realized that the meaning of time or how I interpret it has changed. The numbers make great reference points but time is something real, felt, beyond measure. Infinite. How about we all resolve to evaluate, clear, reset, better ourselves- everyday, at various points forth and not just when the clock strikes 12 on January 1st. I'm loving the energy- the greetings- the anticipation of renewal- the optimism. Keep it goin! Have a magical New Year!! Abracadabra!!

12/28

First the disclaimer.. I almost always try to make people feel good, at least treat them fairly. Ok, I must admit that there is a certain type of male that I enjoy emasculating. I was reminded of this when a middle-aged man was on my ass (driving), and mind you, I don't travel slowly. He got around me and we checked each other out. After, I gave him the I pity the pathetic pu**y that you are look. He zoomed off and ironically, he hit the red light that I eased through. This type of middle-aged man usually drives a smaller or mid-sized model of a luxury make of car that he thinks is/runs like a Ferrari. This one had pursed lips and ugly reflective shades on. I have no problem with middle-aged men, nor do I with just nicer than average cars- just ones who act like they have little penises and it is somehow my problem. Ok, I'm done. Also, random question.. Do certain women speak like "valley girls" for a reason? Kind of sort of like a gay male? Anyway, I am listening to one near by (who happens to be speaking to a gay male friend of hers) and wondering why she does this.. It sounds forced. Does it make her feel more high-style? Pretty? What do you think?

Balcony (Pardon the morning voice) 12/10/10

12/06

My thoughts on today- I went to the dentist today to find that I have a hefty amount of dental work that is needed. (Though I take impeccably good care of my teeth.) This is bothersome in that it is money spent in not the most fun way but more so because I hate the thought of having my one and only set of teeth drilled on. This proves to be a valuable lesson in several ways. The future always arrives; that saving money is just as fun in spending it- you may need it for events that you didn't anticipate, good and bad, a minor set back or an investment opportunity that can set you forward. Also, to invest in tangibles and assets like gold, silver, physical and intellectual properties. With a fiat money system that can be inflated and deflated and controlled at will by the Monopoly issuers, have your own, enough so that you ain't going anywhere. Also, I was speaking to my mom about age and such and how my 30th year of life is approaching. Turning 30 doesn't bother me as it seems to do most. Maybe because I'm not still trying to do what I did ten years ago; maybe because I'm "aging" and advancing on the inside faster than I am on the outside.

11/14

Just posted on my facebook, "Ok, Cowboy fans, I am reading all of your words of praise. It is quite possible and in fact true that the Giants are playing like shit today and has nothing to do with Dallas's fire crotch of a coach. We'll see in the upcoming weeks that they are the same disappointment I so enjoy them being." This lead me to recall a conversation I had the other day about being a "hater" and the overuse and improper use of that term. Can you no longer dislike something or someone without being a "hater". I don't purposely go against the grain, but a team who refers to themselves as "America's team" especially when they have just as many rings as 'my' 49ers, is great fun to see lose. Back to my Thai food in bed!

10/31

I went to Piedmont park yesterday to run. I nearly ran into everyone's backseat on my way there as I was focused intently on what what was happening above- a massive spray day. After my run I went to throw my plastic water bottle in the recycling bin which was placed inches from an open trash bin. I noticed that the bulk of what was in the trash bin were plastic bottles like mine. Why wouldn't someone just as easily put their plastic bottle in the one clearly marked "Recyclables" "No trash"? I suppose they are the same people who when looking up don't think it is strange or even worth pondering as to why there are a grid-like lines throughout the sky. Time to up the awareness.

09/21

Just left the nail salon. I was talking to my nail tech, her sister and fellow nail tech and her client. The salon's walls are covered in mirrors I suppose to make the limited space appear roomier. We were speaking of nail colors, nutritional supplements, etc., when two girls, one of which I know walked in. The girl I know, an acquaintance, may be one of the most gorgeous people I've ever seen. I mean, gorgeous. She is with a South American looking girl who my acquaintance says needs a pedicure before bossing her to sit down. They both sit down. The girl next to me, a corporate type, happy to have her nails done, feeling pretty and smiling now looks insecure. She keeps staring at who I'll call Megan in the mirror. Soon her look becomes bitter. I sit and imagine all that is going through her head, probably comparisons and unkind thoughts, not a lot of self love. I feel bad that women do that to themselves. I now look at Megan and her friend. Mind you, I at no point look at anyone directly, all through mirrors. Megan is put together as always, fashionable, perfect. Her friend looks like she has seen better days. She looks like a pre-revolutionary Cuban prostitute. She is wearing a long skirt and a peach cropped spaghetti strapped shirt with a slit between her breasts, which given her immodesty I can tell that they once were probably small perky ones but now go southeast and southwest. Her long hair is in a white clip and looks like she has not washed it after several customers, excuse me, days. She wears a long face as she flips through US Magazine, probably comparing her life to those pictured in it as the girl next to me did earlier to Megan. Megan is, I wouldn't call a prostitute... She is sweet and lovely, and I cant stress enough, GORGEOUS. She definitely uses her femininity to get things from very rich men. She usually hangs out with them for months at a time and I must say, lives a pretty lavish lifestyle. She is a shopaholic and one of the most materialistically driven person I know. Actually, driven and "Megan" don't go in the same sentence but you know what I mean. She has a cocaine and tequila problem and not long ago spoke of wanting to commit suicide. Still, she could pretty much convince anyone that if looking so good meant feeling so bad, they'd do it.

09/21

"Give me control of a nation's currency, and I care not who makes its laws." - Rothschild

"I'm often asked why I left politics and went to Halliburton and I explain that I reached the point where I was mean-spirited, short-tempered and intolerant of those who disagreed with me and they said 'Hell, you'd make a great CEO', so I went to Texas and joined the private sector."
-Dick Cheney, before The Institute of Petroleum in the U.K., 1999

The entire world is in the process of privatization. The private sector has taken over the government and is now in the process of controlling every natural resource. Woodrow Wilson got the ball rolling when he signed The Federal Reserve Act and authorizing the 16th Amendment. Congressman Lindbergh warned, “This Act establishes the most gigantic trust on earth. When the President signs this bill, the invisible government by the Monetary Power will be legalized. The people may not know it immediately, but the day of reckoning is only a few years removed. The worst legislative crime of the ages is perpetrated by this banking bill.” Recently the Supreme Court’s Citizens United decision now allows corporations to give unlimited amounts of money to politicians and judges. Doesn’t sound too “Citizen” friendly to me. Excuse me, aren’t we, the “Citizens” the ones who elected you in the first place and who you are supposed to represent?

I recently learned of "dead peasant" policies, when a company buys a life insurance policy on a low-level employee -- usually without the employee's knowledge -- and claims the company as the beneficiary should the employee die. The company retains the policy even after the employee leaves, and if the employee dies, the company receives a large, tax-free payout, which they then refuse to share with the family of the deceased.

Bogus wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, election frauds, financial robberies, and poison medicines almost pale in comparison to the fact that our natural resources are being poisoned and privatized.

Bees are disappearing, trees are dying, the PH of the soil is 10 times the alkalinity of decades prior (forests, fields and farm ecologies thrive in acidic soil), even the snow on top of Mt. Shasta contained 61,100 ug/I or parts per billion of aluminum and 83/I of barium. That means that the snow on Mt. Shasta has tested at 1200 times more poisonous than water standards allow for aluminum. Dramatic increases of aluminum, barium and strontium are believed to be from stratospheric aerosol geo-engineering programs, spraying aerosol aluminum, barium and other particles into the sky. If levels are this high in one of the more remote areas in America, what are conditions for the rest of us. The same? Worse? Add fluoride into the equation. No wonder we have to pay money to Coke, Pepsi and such (privatization) to drink "safe" water.

Three billion years of evolution is in the hands of scientists and corporations. Our food supply has become an industrial commodity with transgenic organisms and GMOs on every shelf. The lifespan of a ladybug was reduced to half when they ate aphids that had fed on genetically altered potatoes in Scotland, according to a London Times article (10/22/97) by science editor, Nigel Hawkes. The lady bugs also laid fewer eggs. Note that the ladybugs did not even eat the genetically modified food directly. They ate something else that had eaten the GMOs. German Agriculture Minister Ilse Aigner banned the cultivation of GM corn in Germany stating that it posed “a danger to the environment.” The AAEM states, "GM foods pose a serious health risk and calls for a moratorium on GMO foods. Citing several animal studies, the AAEM concludes ‘there is more than a casual association between GMO foods and adverse health effects’ and that ‘GM foods pose a serious health risk in the areas of toxicology, allergy and immune function, reproductive health, and metabolic, physiologic and genetic health." A Monsanto official told the New York Times, October 25, 1998, that, "Monsanto should not have to vouch the safety of biotech food," said Phil Angell, Monsanto's director of corporate communications. "Our interest is in selling as much of it as possible. Assuring its safety is the FDA's job." Nice considering that former Monsanto employees currently hold positions in US government agencies such as the FDA, United States Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) and the Supreme Court . These include Clarence Thomas, Michael R. Taylor, Ann Veneman, Linda Fisher, Michael Friedman, William D. Ruckelshaus, and Mickey Kantor. Linda Fisher has been back and forth between positions at Monsanto and the EPA. Barlett, Donald L. (2008). Monsanto's Harvest of Fear. Vanity Fair. Copyrights on crops' genes=big bucks+health problems from ingestion=need for pharmaceuticals=more health problems=bigger bucks!!!

P.S. http://chemtrailsnorthnz.wordpress.com/2010/08/30/gates-foundation-invests-in-monsanto-could-aluminium-resisitant-seeds-and-geo-engineering-be-the-motive%E2%80%8F/