I Think

Can you imagine what it'll look like 20 years from now? All packed into a wristwatch.

I figure we will have a central chip implanted in us and everything we ever dreamed of will be there for us as long as we pay the premiums.

Which is something to ponder ed. Not whether it would be done but if it was done and a futurist writer, allowing some reasonable poetic licence, described a society in which it had been running 100 years and was just as taken for granted as we take for granted the less efficient system of programming we have had to put up with.

If it was me I would first have to work out whether everybody was chipped or whether certain people were denied it, celibates obviously, in the production of the leadership roles. The Alphas.

With a few more minutes it is even more interesting.

It could happen, spendi. I don't have the know-how to make a novel of it, however.

It has been thought of before but I don't recall seeing one that raised the issue of the "premium". We actually already have such a "chip". And it is getting a bit overactive by the look of things.

You just take some characters in the projected society and get them making fools of themselves and of each other. The Jane Austen procedure.

One might begin with a summit of Alphas, say.

Go, spendi. Write it out and submit.

It's "Work In Progress" ed.

I promise to buy a copy of the finished work.

It's free ed.

That I might can afford.

My newest work companion has a different philosophy than me. I believe in tossing junk. He believes in keeping it running with baling wire and scotch tape. Yesterday he was off in the morning. During that time I was obliged to replace an evaporator motor on an A/C. The moorings had busted loose and the fan was binding and not able to turn. It was my considered opinion that since that motor is old and has been in a bind, it needs replaced, since it has to come out for the repair anyway. After I got the new one running, replete with new capacitor, I hauled my tools and trash to the shop, where said coworker just arrived. When I explained what and why I handled the job, he looks at the motor and says, "So this is a good motor?" I says, "You could get it to turn, but I wouldn't call it good. It likely wobbles and does not run at full capacity. It's too hard a task to take a chance with it." He reluctantly allowed me to put it in the trash.

I would not use "replete" where you do ed. The word has a voluptuous sound. It creates onomatopoeic resonances along the preferred pathways. Especially for someone who has been conditioned in a certain manner. It is out of place in a scientific context.

I would have considered saying--"After I got the new one running, I thought it best to fit a new capacitor while I was at it, I hauled my tools and trash to the shop, where I found my new colleage had just arrived yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You're not going to throw away that motor are you ed", he said,---and take it from there with a couple of pages of thrust and counter thrust on the subject of the fate of the motor and how a young man brought up in a throwaway society could possibly take a 'make do and mend' attitude to all this crap and you brought up in a 'cobble and patch' society and casually sling away a possibly serviceable motor.

How do you think it comes about that two blokes who have been exposed to an American socialization can have such diametrically opposed views on such an important subject? And surprising ones too.

Although your age might have made you cynical about these things and he still has youthful idealism.

It was not my intent to create literature exactly, spendi. I just write this stuff out and give it a cursory once over before posting.

My word processor will only allow me to keep a work in progress open for a few days before it closes. It's aggravating to scroll to the last page repeatedly. I plan to save for a better computer when its time to replace this sprigging emachine.

I got a CD of Sun Records, a sort of history. Sixty songs to commemorate sixty years. Lots of Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins and Elvis. I noticed BB King is on there. Mild surprise.

Well I will shortly be off. Going to work off a ladder today. More exterior light fixtures to replace. There should be only one of the smaller left for next month and then about seven higher, bigger ones. There is one fixture that appears to be a sodium light that my lead man installed sixteen to seventeen years ago. The original bulb burns in it these nights. I hope I haven't jinxed it by mentioning it.

There is a mix of DMSO (70%, 30% water) with raw honey that I decided to put on my knees. Last night saw the first application. Four times per day, it reads. I think it is a tad better today, but it is much too early to know for sure.

I saw a very old Bob Cummings movie last night. He was charged as a saboteur in WWII, but innocent. In one of the final scenes, one of the bad guys has slipped over the edge at the base of the Statue of Liberty's torch. Cummings tries to help him, but the man falls anyway, screaming all the way down. I've never thought about screaming when falling, or otherwise being hurt. I wonder how the situation divides among potential screamers? I doubt there are statistics to show.

I hate it when you restart Word Processor and spend all the effort to scroll to the end page, then a few hours later the computer installs automatic updates and closes Word Processor for you. I get tired of pushing buttons and scrolling.

We had bit of fright out of my wife's bosses yesterday. The school board called a mandatory meeting of all staff for in the after hours, when everybody should be at home, preparing dinner. Rumor had it three persons would get laid off. Turned out, the layoffs were of church staff and not day care workers. We are still sighing our relief.

Well, I had started a DMSO based protocol, but the same day it seemed to be beginning to make headway, I learned that I had acquired an offensive body odor from it. But I knew in advance of the possibility, because that often is the case. I abandoned the protocol because I could not be around people on the job. There seems always a superficial reason why I cannot pursue any protocol enough to see it work - or not. Dmso - body odor. Apricot kernels - shortage of product, priced beyond my pocketbook. MMS - rigorous 10 hours per day schedule, impossible for me to stay on. etc. I still am using DMSO on my knees. There is enough improvement, my wife has started it too. So now I am into wheat grass juicing. My first seeds have already developed root systems and should soon be ready to get some sun.

I had to hide the dog's latest squeaky toy. All day long, "squeak squeak squeak squeak," while me being swabbed all over with it and lots of dog spit.

Hopefully we can keep out of another of the endless succession of wars of recent years. I certainly hope so. It seems that, if the nations felt so strongly about preserving innocent life, they would shut down the international arms trade before any other action.

I went down and back up the steps without discomfort this morning. Hopefully, by tomorrow, I will be able to work without favoring the right knee the whole time.

Wheat grass juice.

I'm actually quite convinced some of that stuff actually works.

The best I ever felt is when I changed to eating "everything" bar a small bit of meat or fish, green... Good luck Edgar hope it helps.