Metaphysic Storm

This has been my month, my friends! There won’t be another 1-08 for a century. I started out this month on an insomniac greyhound, spent the middle of it in the pchyc ward and the end on pirates alley. Last night I watched the King of California: now officially my movie. Michael Douglas plays an idiot genius who forces his daughter (Evan Rachel Wood) to search for the long-lost Spanish treasure. Last night I told my love that I was about to kick ass and take names in Hollywood, painting.

“Mis en place” is a French term used in the brigade system of cooking. It means, in it’s place. It is the most important element in line cooking. When a chef has 20 plates to make in the next 10 minutes everything must be in it’s place or he’ll be destined to sink in the weeds.

Kicking ass and taking names was a term my father used. He stopped talking to me recently after I told him I was the messiah. He knows I wasn’t talking about the walking on water type but rather a teacher and writer of clean words. I always found it odd that he used the term “kicking ass and taking names” because the only ass I saw him kick was us-kids. And he already new our names.

One of the last things he told me was that he was done kicking ass and taking names. It looks like it is my turn to start taking names. My kids are only going to get kisses. Maybe soap in the potty mouth though

If one starts looking for signs one is bound to find them. From hurricanes to mud slides it’s easy to attribute Natural disasters as acts from an evil force or warnings from God. Every time I see the letter N on someones shoes the word Naturalist plays in my mind; what is New Balance anyway? Two years ago I almost joined the Army.

I’ve been contemplating joining the Army. I have been in Hollywood working out, going to the recruiter every other day. I smoked pot with my ex a month ago. I have been taking piss tests waiting for it to clear. The test has been showing 99% clear. Then yesterday I took another one and it showed a complete positive result. I haven’t smoked all year except once, over a month ago. It has me perplexed. I don’t believe in a God but it looks like something is trying to tell me to stay out of the Army. Even if it an actual physical element in my body that is trying to sabotage my opportunity. I felt like an ass at the recruiters as it obviously looked like I was a liar. I am not lying.

Then I hiked Mount Runyon. I was almost to the top and picked up a smooth rock and held it in my hand. The first word in my head, “Projectile” I thought about the first weapons man used. I had a debate with myself. “Was it the rock or the stick?” No one will know for sure. Then I started wondering if the first person that used a rock to fight did they through it, drop it or use it in there hand. Then I started to wonder why I can’t stop wondering about things, especially weapons. I guess it’s part of having testosterone.

At the top I was out of wind. I was bummed because I hadn’t run across any reptiles as I love chatting with my friends. There was a small bird perched in some shrubs. It went tweet tweet. Being polite I tweeted back. I love talking to my friends. They usually don’t understand this English thing so I try my best speaking there language. I aaakkkkk at squirrels, meeeoooww at cats, and whistle at birds. Well something very strange happened when I started talking with this bird. It jumped to flight and started flying around my head in 30 yard ellipses. I thought it might be a nest issue but there was no nest or little ones to be seen. This was a tiny bird and had short parrot like wings. It made incredible sharp banks at an alarming speed. I would guess around 40 miles an hour. Then it started making maneuvers around my head. I’m not exaggerating. This bird was dive bombing my skull, literally coming a foot from my face at 40 miles an hour. I could hear the swoosh which was strange from anything that small. Why was it doing this? Continue Reading »

I’m sick and tired of hearing that education is the key to eradicating poverty. The more people that have degrees and are thus are qualified for positions, only saturates the job market with potential employees. The free market law of supply and demand equates to more competition for the positions and decreases the wage that can be offered for the same labor. This is ten fold for United State citizens when the open job market and new communication systems allows people in foreign nations the positions that used to be dictated by geography. I bares mentioning communist nations totally disregarding intellectual property rights for the good of “the people.”

Post high school education has it’s place and should be a requisite for some jobs, such as brain surgeons and moon rovers. But for the most part college education does only one main thing, supports the economy by making more debt and thus the ability to print more money. It also may be detrimental to those people who thrive off of self education. I wouldn’t be half the artist I am today had I the influence of masters of arts. My culinary degree might have meant something if the market wasn’t flooded with wanna be bambers. Thanks E, you’ve made me “a dime a dozen.” (actual quote from Susan Spicer about me (celebrity chef)).

The cure to poverty comes in maintaining a balance of human population and a restructuring of physical property right. We the people own the planet, not, they the corporations. And some things should be totally funded by the state, and thus owned by the people. Like the cure for cancer.

From dust to ashes to dust
The fire is you and me
It’s easy with a little trust
Belief will set you free

Your program has run
And no one has to see
Latch onto your fun
And let others just be

When I entered church today I was greeted with, “we’re to see Jesus in everyone.” That’s easy enough for me because Jesus was just a man, just like me and you. During the service we praised the Father, the sun and the holy spirit. At last I’ve found a church that I feel part of the flock. I simply replaced the father for infinity, the sun for you and me and the holy spirit for zero. My mind began to wonder as I played a personal 801 service in my mind. Silence you be the reverence for zero, screaming chaotic fits for the father and everyone singing for One.

On the way out the father said that Jesus was among us. I noodled and winked. I would love to live in a world were everyone had an equality nice protocol.