Food for Thought

 

We pass in clusters.  The mass of us you see here were all born and live on this planet at the same time.  Of course, we each depart on our own schedule, but the cluster of us is, for the most part, a specific collection of people.  There are X number of doctors, engineers, schoolteachers, bums, muggers and factory workers.  Sprinkled into the mix are firemen, policemen, con men, the rich, the struggling and the middle class.

But for now, it’s the collection I wish to focus on.  Our particular cluster doesn’t have Henry Ford, or Lewis & Clark.  Our cluster has Neil deGrasse Tyson, The Beatles and you and I to name a few.

The point of this is to assist us in examining our own function.  The question of, why are we here, can never be answered until we first examine the general function of our particular cluster.

A key aspect of the cluster is its starting and ending point.  I’m sure you can see where this would be a very debatable issue.  It cannot be a solid line, identifying a specific division, but rather an abstract blur of time and events, with some events experiencing abrupt endings, while others festering in memories, leaving confusion as to their exact reality.

Think of it this way; you take a standard #2 pencil and one sheet of typing paper.  You draw a sketch upon the page.  We can all see the sketch.  We all heard the dry scraping sound of the pencil lead across the paper, and although each of us may see the drawing as something different, none of us knows exactly how many pieces of typing paper there were in the stack.  This page has this sketch, seen by these people.  Human knowledge has built-in limitations, whereby none of us is privy to that cluster of paper, whose partial function has now been to accommodate the theoretical sketch. 

Okay, you just lost me.  I was with you right up to the 

guy drawing something on the page, but you follow that

up by saying it was a "theoretical sketch."

How am I supposed to deal with that?  What's real

and what isn't?  And how does something not end,

but simply fester in someone's memory?

I don't think this is food for thought at all.

I think it's a recipe for indigestion.

Sometimes in Nature

 

Strange things Grow.

Just like, sometimes people

grow strange.

So what is Art

 

and what is simply a mess?

The 100 Acre Wood

 

There is no telling where

 

the Christmas spirit will show up.

FIVE STAR RATING

 

There are a great number of products on the market that get a five-star rating - as long as you never use them.  They are clever, fun to look at and absolutely useless. 

Do yourself a favor.  Before you buy, read the reviews.  Hear what the people have to say that have already spent their money and tried these products.

The DVD rewinder is a good example, also the yard catapult, if you look closely, just below the picture, you’ll see the words, Actual Size.

Advertisers walk a fine line, and leave even a finer print.  They sell you on an idea, that may or may not be ready for market.  These ads are always in high gloss, with brilliant colors and are shown being used by smiling morons, jumping up and down.  Give me a break.

If the Energizer Bunny keeps breaking through the base drum, then it isn’t a stronger battery, it is a defective toy.

Wake-up People.

 

This is ZC with your Holliday review.

Seasons Greetings

In the News

"Catch a falling star

and put it in your pocket

save it for a rainy day -

Catch a falling star

and put it in your pocket

never let it fade away..."

 Tragedy struck Muncy Indiana last Thursday when Mr. Nelson Heymeyer, of 714 N. Loyola Street, attempted a romantic gesture for his estranged wife, Wanda Heymeyer.

Spurred on by the lyrics of an old Perry Como song, Nelson positioned himself directly into the path of a falling star.  

Onlookers said he just stood there, holding his pants pocket open.

The glowing projectile traveling at some 30,000 miles per second…

 

Story continued on 3C, below the fold.  (Nelson’s, not the papers)