This ominous portent from California last week: Giant oarfish washed up on the beach. Second one since I-don’t-know-when.
“Beware the feafhoref and tremble in your homef when ferpentf of the deep emerge with their mouthf miffing.” Josephus Minimus
I was fairly certain this was written down somewhere. Maybe the Bible, or Nostradamas, or Mother Shipley, or some other trustworthy source. Turned out it was Josephus Minimus. Or would be Josephus Minimus once I post this.
Old Jules
At least don’t trust them more than you’d trust anyone else. Josephus Minimus
Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Free Mason who didn’t look a day older than me sidled up to me in the hardware store parking lot yesterday. “I want to sell you a ticket to a fish fry. I hope you’ll come join us for a while.” He gestured with a packet of tickets. “We’ll have a lot of prizes to give away in drawings.”
Respectable enough looking guy, but too damned young to be a Free Mason, thinks I. For something to say courteous to him, “What’s the cost?”
He told me and I’d run spang out of conversation pieces. There’s a fish fry I might attend for the Harper Fire Department in a week or so, but I didn’t figure I’d care to drive to Kerrville for one. “So when is it?”
“Ah. That’s the catch. It’s in March.”
“March? I figure I’ll be dead or somewhere else in March.”
He shrugged. “I wish I could join you.”
Two things seem clear to me.
Anyway, having deftly sidestepped the Free Mason Conspiracy I had a good trip to town, generally. Got me a water pump to get water from a container on the ground up into the RV tank. Impeller with hose bibs on each side, shaft to turn it fits into the chuck of an electric drill. Moves 250 gallons an hour. That thing’s going to save me some heavy lifting in the future. $6.95 US. 2013 dollars.
Also picked up a set of fancydancy 21st Century screwdriver heads of all different shapes and sizes to foil the efforts of engineers everywhere. And a damned cheapass volt meter.
Then down at the Dollar Tree store picked up all manner of things a person needs to get by in this life, each for a dollar. A person can spend a $20 bill in there and come away with $100 worth of groceries anywhere else. [32 oz box-like containers of MSG-free beef or chicken broth for $1 US each. I bought 128 oz, two of each. Stocking up for The End of Life as We Know It – TEOLAWKI. MSG free TEOLAWKI won’t bring back telephones, computers and radiation levels people can survive in, but it beats boiling 2-headed mutant horses to add flavor.]
Stopped on the way home to talk to the guy up the hill. He told me about the Marfa Lights, which I’ve heard of over the years, but never seen. Came away entertaining the thought I might swing out that way and have a look when I get out of here.
Lessons in life, flashes of insight about things I haven’t done yet, and busted a Free Mason conspiracy. All in one day.
Life is good.
Old Jules
Posted in 2013, America, Human Behavior, Texas
Tagged conspiracy, culture, Education, Free Masons, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, philosophy, psychology, senior citizens, society, sociology, technology
Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
A lot of you have probably been wondering how you can identify the space aliens who have been selectively breeding human beings to create more palatable cuisine for so many generations. And the people who’s minds are controlled by space aliens to assist them in their husbandry efforts.
This morning I’m going to take a few minutes to explain for those who haven’t figured it out yet.
I hope this helps.
[If you missed the earlier posts explaining about selective breeding humans by space aliens you can search the blog using the bar in the lower right side-bar. ‘Space aliens’ ought to do the trick.]
Old Jules
Posted in 2013, America, Government, UFOs
Tagged aliens, animal husbandry, culture, Education, extra terrestrials, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, NASA, philosophy, politics, psychology, science, society, sociology, space aliens, space invaders, space program, UFO
Hi readers. I’ve been planning to share this with you a while but keep forgetting.
Back when David McCreary and I got bounced out of Peace Corps India X training at Hilo, then jumped the plane to seek our destinies in Honolulu we were dirt poor. Sharing a room at a rooming house up on East Manoa Road. Him working as a drink waiter at the Kohala Hilton, me busboying down at the Makahiki of the Hilton Hawaiian Village.
Dirt poor, so we ate a lot of Saimen. Something I’ve never heard of since, but a person could get a bowl for a quarter at any food joint in Honolulu.
So I began a while back experimenting, trying to recreate Saimen using Ramen. Bought green onion, chopped it all the way back to the tips of the green, all the way forward to the root. Threw in minced garlic, ginger, fish, or chicken, or meat if I had some. Sometimes a dash of curry, habenero, whatever comes to hand.
Boiled down all the other ingredients a considerable while to make a strong flavored broth. Then at the last minutes of the just-right tastehood, added Ramen noodles, or small diameter pasta sticks.
This stuff’s as good today as it was in 1964 in Honolulu. It would even be good if 1964 never happened and had to get replaced with some other year.
Just saying.
Old Jules
Hi Readers:
I’ve got this box of US Archives microfilm of all the US Army Civil War correspondence for the Department of New Mexico and Arizona staring at me. Wasted a phone call to the Arizona State Archives, talked to a clerk who’d have her boss get back to me if they wanted them.
Microfilm of Yankee Army Civil War correspondence
No joy. I suppose I might yet find a university, or the NM or Texans might want them for their State Archives. It’s got the California Volunteers activities, and the Union perspectives on what all those Texas troops were doing raising hell up the Rio Grande. Nice description of how, when the last Texans had retreated to Fort Davis, left their wounded in the hospital there for the Union to treat when they arrived.
Apache got there between the exit of the Texans and the arrival of the Union troops. Slaughtered them all in their beds, mutilated the corpses.
We’re talking good stuff here. Somebody sure as hell ought to want it.
Maybe I can swing up by Ruidoso and blackmail the Mescalero with it.
Or maybe it’s time for all that stuff to go into the burn pile.
Old Jules
Posted in 2013, America, History
Tagged apache, Civil War, culture, Events, fort davis, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, microfilm, Native Americans, New Mexico, society, sociology, us archives
Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
I’d imagine most of you will agree the dew has just about fallen from the lily with all these quotations flying around the Internet. Pick any subject, do a quickie websearch, and someone somewhere said a wise inspiring soul shattering sentence about it in some context.
Pop it up and give the world a thrill. Make their day. You don’t even have to know who the person was who said it, nor why they said it, nor to whom. Just shoot it out there and everyone who reads it will suddenly possess a new and enlightened viewpoint on the subject.
One suggested means of making sure everyone toes the line has been put forward by some other folks who’ve about got a belly full of what Talouse le Trec said about rock and roll. It involves putting a “INSERT QUOTE FROM FAMOUS PERSON HERE” button on all Internet posts.
Scans the rest of the words by the person making the post, searches the web for anything someone who once lived said on the subject, and inserts a poignant touching few words with a name someone might recognize.
Seems to me that’s a bit too macho robbing. The way to get humanity back on track is for Internet posters to contemplate what famous people might have said, whether they said it or not. Or probably would have said if they’d thought about it. Or sort of said when they were playing the part of someone else in a movie.
But the main thing is, someone has to do something before this thing wears so thin it won’t hold water. Otherwise people might quit coming to the Internet to get their thoughts to make their day.
Old Jules
Tagged culture, Human Behavior, humor, Inspiration, philosophy, psychology, quotations, Reflections, society, sociology, technology
Hi readers. Nice calm little world we’ve got here this morning. Nothing much happening anywhere now that the US government’s gone back to work.
Yesterday I was working on the Communist trailer door trying to get it to close despite having bolt-heads obstructing closure. They were ramming up against a bumper-like surface between the hole the door fits into and the rest of the Universe.
Dug out the angle grinder and plugged it in, thought about how an angle grinder could solve so many problems of the world. Not much 20,000 rpms of abrasive wheel won’t fix when it starts making a nuisance of itself.
In fact, if you readers are like me you’re probably always looking for ways to rid yourself of some of those extra appendages on your body your DNA provided you with. I’d suggest you look into getting yourself an angle grinder, take the guard off, and put an oversized wheel on it, then go to work on losing some of those ugly pounds you’re carrying around.
Nothing much on the human body that thing won’t go through quicker than the human mind can catch up to events. And absolutely painless, briefly. During the space of time between it happening and the mind registering the event there’s no sensation at all.
But I’ve digressed. I was going to tell you about some ideas I had yesterday about how to get regular people back producing things in this country by reinstating the Homesteading laws of the late 1800s. People who can’t find jobs, who’d consider subsistence farms an improvement over drawing government food stamps and out-of-work benefits.
But I’m going to have to save that for another time.
Old Jules
Tagged culture, economy, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, philosophy, psychology, society, sociology
Hi readers.
I spent a lot of time on the phone with a guy I barely know last night. He called me to talk about the chronic determination he has to kill this body he lives in. Old guy, mutual friends with some friends of mine who are concerned about him, suggested we talk.
The guy lives in California, seems to occupy a situation so similar to my own it’s unsettling to me, hearing how unhappy he is with it, how much he thinks he hasn’t got that he wishes he had. Me listening as he describes it, thinking, wow, that sounds cool. Sheeze, I could stand some of THAT.
But I was lucky enough to have been where he is long enough ago so’s when he tells me about the abyss he’s looking into I know what he’s speaking of. Even though it’s foreign country to me.
I know how I climbed out of it, probably even understand why I managed it. And telling him doesn’t help him a bit so far as I can discern. The only help I can be is listening to him, same as the friends who arranged for us to talk listen to him and can’t actually help.
I am what I’d call an expert on me being happy, damned good at the job. But I do recall having a nest of demons living in my head, a self-sustaining fluctuating feed-on-itself hell that seemed to leave self-destruction as the only alternative that made sense.
Listening to the echo of that so long ago in my past from an old guy who lives so nearly to the way I live today skates along the edge of bizarre. And as nearly as I can tell there’s not one thing I can tell him that will provide a means for him to escape.
Because I came away with the feeling he’s in love with that nest of demons or gives them more room to talk with him listening than he gives anyone else who’s talking to him, cares about him. And they’re telling him the only escape is killing the body he lives in.
After we finished talking I was lying there scratching a cat behind the ears awed how he and I managed to get to opposite ends of the spectrum, how the Universe can manage having room for both of us.
Old Jules
Posted in America, Human Behavior
Tagged clinical depression, culture, depression, environment, Human Behavior, Life, lifestyle, philosophy, psychology, society, sociology, suicide
Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
It’s almost a shame we humans tend to be such liars, hoaxes and flimflam artists on the one hand, and gullible fools on the other. Almost a shame, because if we weren’t life would be a lot less entertaining.
And, of course there’s the wild cards in the deck to spice things up. The wild-assed claims that come along that spang turn out to be legitimate and [at least] seeds opening whole new doors.
The temptation is to just kneejerk a protective wall, discount it out of hand so’s to be elevated into the position of not being a gullible fool. And usually we can come out the other end patting ourselves on the back with what savvy SOBs we are.
I’ve been following the Bedini Monopole generator groups for several years on those Yahoo groups, watching hundreds of people going to a lot of trouble to build and test and post their projects sharing their testing and methods with others working on the same goal. Been following it enough years so I can’t remember when I began doing it. Hundreds of people spending their not-watching-tv time building mechanisms, machines intended to generate more energy than it required to run them.
And posting it, sharing it. On John Bedini group sites. I’m betting if Bedini’s actually come up with something that works he got a lot of help seeing what all those others were building, testing, changing, testing, throwing aside or changing again.
I hope he’s got it. Because at the back of it all I always had a faint suspicion John Bedini’s a flimflam man who might just be onto something anyway.
Old Jules
Energy Times Newsletter
From: energytimes@aweber.com on behalf of Energy Times Newsletter (info@save-on-home-energy.com)
Sent: Fri 10/18/13 3:42 AM
To: Jack Purcell
Hello Jack,
If you’ve been following John Bedini’s work, you may be familiar with the 14 foot high energizer he was demonstrating at a conference a couple years ago. That machine had a COP of 3.0, which means there was 3 times as much work done compared to what left the input battery.
In front of hundreds of people, this ran all weekend and the front batteries never went down. The output of the machine charge up capacitors with a very tricky circuit that has come to be known as his inverted comparator capacitor discharge circuit.
Many people have wanted access to this circuit so they can use it on their own Bedini SG’s – that moment is finally here!
Get all the details here: http://www.teslachargers.com/bedinisg.html#cap
John is doing a production run on these right now so get yours while you can because we can’t guarantee when the next production run will be. This is probably the most highly anticipated circuit/device in the Free Energy world that people can actually get their hands on besides the Bedini SG.
Sincerely,
A & P Electronic Media
POB 713, Liberty Lake, WA 99019
Posted in 2013, America, Human Behavior
Tagged Bedini SG, culture, Human Behavior, humor, John Bedini, Life, philosophy, psychology, science, society, sociology, technology
Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
That cargo trailer’s being a Communist. Not a Joseph Stalin, more on the order of, say, Fidel Castro. But enough to force me to think up all the ways I’m grateful for having it, repeating them to myself.
That rear door, the first time I fixed it, decided to show me why it had a problem in the first place. Explained to me that the bottom frame member and the bottoms of the two vertical side frame members were rotted badly. Not rotted enough to make them easy to remove once the bottom piece fell off when I opened the door after the first fix. Just rotten enough to justify another fix.
Been working on that, trying to do it without pulling the door off to make it easier because I figure getting it back on will be a bear if I do. Lots of hours and needs to remind myself how grateful I am to have that trailer.
Meanwhile the earth reached the place on its circuit around Old Sol, started throwing rain at me. I’m not one to ever complain about rain, but I do enjoy avoiding working with extension cords and power tools when I’m likely to fry myself.
I’m still thinking I’ll make my self-imposed deadline to get out of here before October takes a bow to the audience, but time’s squeezing up on me, conspiring to make it more a challenge than I figured on.
Old Jules
Posted in 2013, America, Transportation
Tagged country life, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, personal, senior citizens, society, sociology
74 years old, a resident of Leavenworth, KS, in an apartment located on the VA campus. Partnered with a black shorthaired cat named Mister Midnight. (1943-2020)
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