Bandit Notions

[stilltrucking]

I always liked the Navajo quote from a Tony Hillerman novel about bad actors.

"He acts like he has no family"
that is from memory but I think it is right.

In the meantime I been posting on FaceBook, all of a sudden I got all these family members I never knew I had. Makes me nervous, I think I prefer the company of strangers.

Oh well, what do you think of this as a title to a book about zen

"The zen of teddy roosevelt:
Chop Wood and Carry... a Big Stick."

[the mingo]

I was on facebook for awhile last year but it all got to be a bit much. I couldn't keep track of all the shit goin' on. way too much of too much. I said fuck this and tried to take my page down but never did accomplish that. So the page is still up I just don't go there. Creeped me out I couldn't erase myself from the place. I always felt guilty wanting friends or even strangers over family but that's the way it is so help me God. Not that I never found friends among blood relations. There's been more than one.

Your title gave me chuckle. I always liked the koan that asked the question, "If the One is not the Many what are three birds on a wire?" It always cracked me up and it was the one I took to work on. Drove me up on that wire myself for years and i just sat there singing with the birds while I waited on enlightenment to show up and join in. Took me awhile to learn how to wrap my toes around that wire so's not to come off a damn fool. While I was still in the process of learning proper wire perching technique enlightenment did show up and after that surprise I began laughing so hard I fell off my perch.

[the mingo]

PS - you're right about the Hillerman quote.

[the mingo]

Ever open a textbox and have all the words thoughts notions etc flee like rabbits at a forest fire?
Never happened to me - there is always something to spit out.

Everybody is always saying something even if they aren't speaking but let the body do the talking - course that option taint available in a textbox.
I read recently that plants make sounds with their roots - they can talk to other plants this way and they can talk to themselves - that last surprised me. Think about it.

Also from another source came across the phrase "unconsciously aware" - man, human beings are never alone - we always have the brain - this is both blessing & terror.
Notcha potcha kim lo koo. Two way street there - you can fuck with the brain & the brain can fuck with you. I take things with lotsa salt because of this fact - no matter what you see or hear or read it's everything difficult to distinguish if it's a brain fuck or a fuck brain that is going on.

Remember that notion from the '60's that went "Free Your Mind" ? Yeah, right.
Whee.

There are things in the water
there are things underground
there are things in the air
hey look around ...

Hey, what are you looking at?

My hound spends much time licking his front feet. If a human did that - flopped out on the floor sleeping then suddenly waking up to begin licking your hands all the way up to your elbows for ten or fifteen minutes - people would talk, ya know.

[stilltrucking]

A feminist joke I heard a long time ago.
Why does a dog lick his balls? Because he can.

I was going to say a girl friend told me that joke. But she was not really my girl friend. Just a friend. I thought I was in love with her. She knew better. Long time ago, I needed to be in love. Now it doesn't mattter any more. I can live without it almost.

What is new under the sun? The old folks favorite question on greeting each other, said with a yiddish accent. "So vasis new?"

[the mingo]

Just ran across for new an article for " Save an Endangered Language Project" or some such, Jack...how the hell do we even manage to survive like this?

Save an endangered language - a "project" no less...
HOW ABOUT SAVING THE ENDANGERED PEOPLE? THE ENDANGERED LANGUAGE WILL THE HELL TAKE CARE OF ITSELF ! Shake in my shoes that I even had to say it.

[stilltrucking]

We live in endangered times.
I think you are right about dead lanquages not dead people.
I been thinking about the good old days
I wonder if Latin is stil a dead language.


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In the second century of the Christian Aera, the empire of Rome comprehended the fairest part of the earth, and the most civilized portion of mankind. The frontiers of that extensive monarchy were guarded by ancient renown and disciplined valor. The gentle but powerful influence of laws and manners had gradually cemented the union of the provinces. Their peaceful inhabitants enjoyed and abused the advantages of wealth and luxury. The image of a free constitution was preserved with decent reverence: the Roman senate appeared to possess the sovereign authority, and devolved on the emperors all the executive powers of government. During a happy period of more than fourscore years, the public administration was conducted by the virtue and abilities of Nerva, Trajan, Hadrian, and the two Antonines. It is the design of this, and of the two succeeding chapters, to describe the prosperous condition of their empire; and after wards, from the death of Marcus Antoninus, to deduce the most important circumstances of its decline and fall; a revolution which will ever be remembered, and is still felt by the nations of the earth.

[the mingo]

Been keeping up with with your thread on fathers & sons. Got me thinking about my own father.

[the mingo]

read yesterday that Assad of Syria says that the nation is at war. Ya think? 16 months so far. Bloodshed to the right & to the left & Assad finally says it's war. The man is right on top of things there - mind like a steel trap.

The American "Revolution" was fought for words. Freedom was one of those words.
The words were all written down to be read. Declarations, Constitutions, Bills of Rights - in the Bill of Rights there is one right that is not listed, not spoken of, not declared. It is the one right that would make all the others true. Without it all the others are meaningless, mere words, matters of degree only & not matters of absolute realities. Without it the rest are only words on paper, not worth the ink they are written with or the breath to say them. It is not listed as one of the endowments coming from the Creator to mankind and it certainly is not implied as "inalienable" - if, in any American war, just one man fought and died for this right then our all wars would be righteous, but... no one has ever fought or died for this right therefore our wars have never risen above the level of bloodbaths & never will.

The standing government calls this right a crime - names it treason or sedition.
I call it the Right of Refusal.
The right to recognize that no man or group of men has the right to tell another what to do with the one life any one is given from the hand of God.

Hello, Mr. Assad - from one tyrannous form of government to another - ain't it a hell of a grand day?

[short timer]

. Creepy picture of him somewhere I saw, smiling surrounded by happy people and lots of flags. I remember how much I admired the suit he was wearing. Had English tailoring all over it, how many thousands of dollors it must have cost. Them English will sell you the rope they are going to hang you with.

Syria and the seven pillars of wisdom world war one and dirty deeds done quick by the victorious allies. I want to puke when I see some us president praised as "Wilsonian".

Nothing special about my dad, he was smart, brilliant chess player, a father he lived to see his grandchildren, he stuck around his Rose of Agudas Achiem, she was just sixteen when he saw her standing there down on Lombard street down in Jewtown, he supported her and her children, not too many feminists in the 1930's and forties, Rose was in resentment of her mother for letting her marry a man like that... Family, my first friends, I found a friend in Crazy Mike, I should unlock it but it feels so private right now I can't.

Crazy Mike that is what he called himself. Many dread years I lived in being his son. Never to late for compassion, life goes on.
Rose an american rose, born in the usa,
Mike a newbie to amerika, got off the boat in Glaveston 1915, got his citizenship papers during world war one, he was in the merchant marines with Eugene O'Neill and the hairy apes. Tattoo of an achor on one arm I forget which. Tattoo still had good muscle tone anc color when he died at sixty three, spooky feeling outliving Mike.

[the mingo]

No need to unlock your thread, Jack, I've just been reading it as ya go along.

[stilltrucking]

Thanks for reading along
I changed the title to Riding on that New Jhana Express

talking or writing about changing titles I liked that googlebots thread, I liked the mile marker zion thread too.

I play Googlebots and solitaire a lot, anything that keeps me on my diet my new life style.

most of all I been writing which is as close to feeling free as I can get right now.

random thoughts of junkes and crosses

Thought about jimboloco remembered a thread back in may wishing him a happy birthday, hester too, they born on the same day.

Jim is 66 now I hope it is a good year for him, I think it will be.

[the mingo]

i can't remember any more why i changed the name on the googlebots thread...i liked the mile marker zion thread too - that one got rollin' didn't it? Got to get on in to work so catch ya later Jack. Thanks for the mention of Jimbo.

[stilltrucking]

I remember why you changed it, doesn't matter.
We had a good roll on it.


Work been slow for me the past couple weeks , I am trying not to worry about money. Still getting by but tight, I need a bandit notion to get me out of a bind.

[SadLuckDame]

What every photographer needs is a still life. Still to be born, still dying, still making what and what out of food just to be still, still trucking.
I need a bandit, too.

If I wrestle crocodiles, maybe then.