One does not kill by anger but by laughter. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra
I saw the new Allied trailer last night and immediately, I thought of Ralph Fiennes.
Who is “channeling” whom? I loved The English Patient folks. Still do.
I also can still quote the screenplay for Interview with the Vampire.
Something is sketchy film goers, let us all ponder.
Where is Ralph, as his brother asked in Shakespeare in Love some 16 sweet years ago?
Do I detect a wee bit of Marxism from Aristocratic quarters with Dear Tilda Swintons return from Narnia?
We, I at least, did get thrown by Baby Joseph’s descent into cable television as Merlin. A witty choice but we all knew better didn’t we?
I can’t explain why the sight of Pitt in Allied and a creepy line uttered by his co-star struck me in some strange way.
I want to say be careful for some reason myth makers, ideologues and gossips. And I’m taking my own advice and turning off my TV for the time being.
I don’t even feel comfortable playing cards but I just recalled that Robert Jordan penned a character that had a thing about Dice. I don’t play and certainly not for money. But I bought a set from Brian Vessel Cargo.
Captain Jack Sparrow?
or Captain Harkness?
Nope. Not today. No.
I have a nephew who will have his drivers permit next year and while he does remain his mommy’s problem – he is not yet old enough to use Aunt Heidi’s LIBRARY.
I’ve been working for Massage Envy just shy of two years. Massage Envy uses Murad skin and body care products exclusively and so far, the only Murad product line I’ve tried is Environmental Shield.
Why only one?
Because it’s that good.
I rely on public transportation. This means that I am exposed to harsher elements of nature than those who only drive and don’t exercise outdoors.
Here’s the fly in the ointment of what I just said: the sample size of the average Nashvillian is too small to be statistically significant.
Be that as it may, I noticed results after only 72 hours of applying Murad’s Active Radiance Serum morning and night.
Here are the details:
1. I used approximately a quarter sized amount each time.
2. I am 41, fair complexion with blue eyes.
3. I am a heavy smoker.
4. I eat healthy on average 2-3 times a week and I don’t drink 8 oz of water a day. I do however typically consume that amount in soda and coffee.
72 HOURS AND THE RESULTS WERE NOTICEABLE.
Try it. Today ladies.
The 2016 election is just beginning as I create the first draft of this post.The contenders are Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Some States opened their polls a scant 13 minutes ago.
I am not registered to vote. And I am not alone. I will not throw my unregistered voter status in the faces of my fellow citizens like gas on a bonfire, by requesting to volunteer for either campaign, just to sneak in a ballot. I have no inclination to pander to anyone.
I have made a anti-intellectual move. I’m abdicating my civic responsibility. I’m relying on millions of strangers to make a crucial decision on my behalf. I’m a cracked bit of pottery folks. I live with occasional flashbacks of violence from my childhood. Until I turned 35 I didn’t have this problem. Occasionally it is distressing enough that I need anxiety medication.
It’s never a good idea to put your life in another’s hands. Especially in my experience. However I’m of the opinion that at present I am personally too fragile to get into the trenches and vote.
Which is the reason in fact, that I’m not voting today.
“Trust. The word has always made me apprehensive. Like wine whenever I’ve tried it, the after effects have not been good. So I’ve given up wine. And trusting.” ~ Julius Caesar (Cleopatra 1963)
“Louie! Louie….still whining Louie? Have you heard enough? I’ve had to listen to that for centuries.” ~ Lestat (Interview with the Vampire)
I have no reason to not err on the side of Meritorious virtue and allow others to pilot our shared future.
I live in a near state of perpetual shock 24-7. Its been argued that I am the poster-child of a insidious kind of dysfunctional Fascism.
I’ll awake to find out what choice my fellow citizens made on November 9th, in spite of the purely aesthetic choice that “we the people” have been bludgeoned with. I pray that someone, somewhere in America also sees the irony of this current election cycle. To me, the current election is a bit of a logic puzzle and propaganda.
Look at this picture and what do you see?
This is the same geometric form below.
Notice how flat the blue one appears to be? Marx and Hegel young idealists.
Marx and Hegel? With a war on?
My decision to not vote, is a choice and a vote of sorts. The message of responsibility remains. I would almost like to think that somewhere in America, in temples, churches, synagogues, and mosques, that an accounting of negatively rendered votes like mine will be tallied, with the awareness of the Bene Gesuit ala Frank Herbert.
First came Bush the Second.
Then came A CONSTITUTIONAL LAWYER PEOPLE…NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS….
And now we have Trump. A self made man who has won and lost fortunes big enough to power small countries. It fits.
It fits. Susswerzel.
Tonight’s bedtime crossword puzzle contained the term “susswerzel.” I was tickled enough to add it to my phone dictionary.
Suss is a term that means “to discover by thinking.” To me it’s an emotive term but I’m not 100% on why. It’s something simple but my brain is tired.
Wurzel is a term that means “root” however, in it’s German origin, it comprises appendages like “hand” and “feet.” Foundation therefore makes more sense to me and makes me batty about why I find ‘suss’ to be emotive.
It’s election night 2016. Susswerzel my fellow Americans!!
“Ask questions, start bands, start revolutions, write novels, feed others, draw on everything, show up for people, pay attention, live your life, fight for the rights of others to live theirs, and never stop playing your favorite songs.”
— Automne Zingg
I just turned on the final debate.
* Hillary’s makeup artist and hairstylist are doing their job. Thumbs up folks. Eyeliner is excellent, shadow is on target and foundation appears airbrushed and diminishes smile lines. Eyeliner style does make her eyes appear smaller tho.
* The Donald: His hair appears so fine at the front that from some angles it makes my 1 yr old flat screen TV appear to be low on pixels. Fuzzy is good description.
Substance of the debate: I tuned in during the gun control segment. Secretary Clinton quoted the figure of 3,300 preventable deaths a year. I honestly blanked out the upshot of Trumps response. My mind shifted to the “survival of the fittest” argument that both candidates have previously struggled with.
More thoughts to come.
I finally found a continuing education class for my current Tennessee license cycle. Living Sabai will be providing Thai Table and Thai Foot courses on December 8th 2016 at The Cumberland Institute of Massage.
Eve Griffin my roommate in massage school, took a Thai class not long after we graduated. Thai massage ranks securely in the top five of my desired modalities I would like to study. I’m excited!
I am somewhat beside myself having found the above book by Laura Harris Hales.
History has long been touted as having a “redemptive” quality. It’s often the immediacy of our everyday lives that allows such a view point to flower long after we’ve turned out the lights at bedtime. The book A Reason for Faith, provided the footnotes and suggested readings go beyond the scope of the faith based subject matter, may be MY (non-Mormon) answer to prayer on a personal level. If this subconsciously desired “antidote” is indeed contained within even thru citations (footnotes) and recommended readings, I may yet at even this date, find a second sunrise.
Below are photographs of the inside cover flaps.
The Complimentary and Alternative Wellness Professions occupy a position in American society that like Mormon history and faith practice, often finds common ground with literary Romanticism. Navigating this intersection within Modernism is sometimes over simplified. When cultural practice that supports partial Church, State and economic separations is not defined, “pseudo science” often purports to “educate and inform” in the absence of information. The “cultural customs” of privacy Americans share can be both anti-intellectual as well as a blessing and curse.
While I’m not certain, this may be the first book of it’s kind. Wow!
Almost all 51 States now require licensure to practice Massage Therapy. I started my professional wellness career working for Marriott International, a company with Mormon roots and cultural investment. Hi y’all!! Thank you Laura Harris Hales.
Over at Jason Colavito’s blog, he, as usual is bemoaning the Age of Balkanization. A recent target of his may be of note to practitioners and consumers of reflexology.
Colavito’s target is not a teacher or continuing education provider for reflexology in the United States. I have not researched her or the father in law whom Colavito took historical issue with. However, Mr. Colavito made her reflexology background part of his article headline.
The topic and subject matter clearly begs for a reply, which is why I refuse to not laugh.
That noted, CAM practitioners and consumers of reflexology and it’s history may find Mr. Colavito’s blog noteworthy as I have.
Several years ago, I blew a gasket with both Massage Warehouse and news outlet AlterNet over poorly chosen advertising venues and articles on fringe history and pseudo science, tied to CAM therapies in general. I have trolled Mr. Colavito’s blog ever since like a faithful drone overcome with unrequited affection.
While Mr. Colavito’s objections are independent from my own and his academic background in this regard does trump mine, I chose to voice my opinion and then mind my own business professionally since then.
I begin my paralegal associates studies later this month. I have indeed decided to forgo Graduate School in favor of something more personally meaningful and cost effective.
Please do stop by to visit Mr. Colavito. There is more to his subject matter than many of his critics will admit too in public and vice versa.
I recently discovered that Nashville City Council voted to permit the entrance of a small scale “decriminalization and possession” of Marijuana measure into the committee proceedings.
If like me, the inner workings of government are unknown to you my readers, do note that the “first round” yes vote has not been reported as a victory. Yet. It’s a formality that moves the bill forward only.
Max Webers critics and his supporters may begrudgingly recall as I do, the national uproar that followed the advent of The Patriot Act and the resulting proliferation of the term “quagmire.”
A neighboring municipality (Clarksville) reported that the Nashville City Council will be exploring the decriminalization of one half ounce or less of Marijuana with civil fines of $50.00 or ten days of community service.
The only caveat mentioned is a linguistic issue. A “mere” matter of verb agreement with TELEOLOGICAL implications. The presumed “engine”, the “rub”, the “grain of sand”, the “hidden or occult” pea under the mattress my dears, is the five letter word SHALL.
Whom, DARE ANYONE ASK has had a MONOPOLY on this term for the last 2,000 years?
That’s right. SHALL.
The Clarksville paper stated that an objection was noted into the Council’s proceedings of the bill as written. The terminology was purported to POSSESS an ability (however latent or even INNATE) to HINDER THE DISCRETION OF LAW ENFORCEMENT.
You just noted the obvious.
The FUTURE Free Will (of uncontrolled variables ~ city employees) is subject to an abstraction that has no epistemological foundations.
Oh my. Is the public to presume that “progress is a myth” and why? Should we be shocked by the Council’s seeming deference to future wellbeing of recipients of the as yet nonexistent civil violation and those public servants who act for the law?
At present the bill would lower Marijuana possession penalties in small amounts to nothing more significant than a parking or traffic ticket. Should we presume any LESS courtesy given the Old South’s historical association with “archaic” customs, manners and all around gentility?
My paralegal education officially begins October 19th, 2016. Informally, it began less than an hour ago.
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