Part I Record Collection

I am updating and doing the upkeep for my site. This is pretty much a migration from the Yahoo Blog at 360. So I am posting stuff from a year ago.

I am excited about Rhapsody. My half-brother had a rather large collection of albums spanning from the early sixties till about 1987. After that, the girl who came into his life convinced him to part with that collection; they married. Realistically, I did not think I would ever forgive him. I listened to music from his collection when ever I visited (every summer). Now there is rhapsody on the internet. It is like the record collection I learned so much about as a child. The site is really easy, just type the album and it plays streaming sound; nothing to download except a plug-in at the beginning. After the trial period I signed up. I don’t know how to say this but if my half-brother thought he would get it all back, well his thinking sorta came true. I mean I am satisfied– Rhapsody is it! I am not in touch with my half brother hardly at all. My father who had favored him for many years doesn’t know that I resolved with an Internet service instead. Without making any sense at all, I guess my father is looking through him to the degree he is expecting a fan. Is that me? My half brother is probably going to get the family money; I just wonder what he will do with it. It isn’t very much. It is probably debts if I think about it for a second. I am the rotten son, but because of Rhapsody I am not the needed Fan.

Part II Deserved Attention

You know it is an effort to think rationally; but on making the thoughts on purpose is usually a little bit out of the way since really all we can expect is the possibility. So, I want to focus on a thought. How did you get that thought? Was it a thought from just before? And here it is; and, I realize that just because you made a change of focus and I’m alone and possibly in a different place I need a little context. You have changed you perspective and it makes sense to me. Oh how troubling is this given that I’m an easy mover. I guess the best way to explain is by calling it a fortress. So you know what? I don’t really care if my stability is a variance. You especially should not worry about me they are your thoughts. All I can expect is that you are rational. As we will discover by the end of this posting it will literally be about you! But now, I’ve assured people enough, and now from a management perspective I look like a risk of safety. I have given trials and tribulations; I have learned to trust my inner voice and most about my self governance I have learned to trust my feelings; about ideas I am responsible. All of this just to keep my place in line. So, there is really no surprise that I have deserved, by reassurance to those people who could apply a therapeutic outcome for me, to in fact cause me to have a therapeutic outcome.

I have the responsibility to a smaller degree that if even my father has decided that I am his rotten son, I have the honor of enjoying the benefits of a relationship with him, about which he has no idea. For my dad; there is no hiding places. Or if there is a hiding place, it is everywhere. So my thinking which you might say is your thinking, is the arrangement agreeably rational. The candid relationship with my father is a benefit requiring responsibility. I have re-assured people a lot; I have proved my place in my community even if I discern my adversaries. If you haven’t noticed I get practically every social disease imaginable; and , before that I was waking enough in a consistent sort of way to have gotten all my curtain calls. By about this time there is another level about to be exposed.

Part III Boy Girl: Girl boy

There is a Girl. She got one from both her parents. As a condition for her to live she had to marry. I was the chosen person. I am responsible for her childhood now that we are both adults. If the childhood is checking out right, you think you may be someone who’s childhood is passing away; it is more and more about you. Yea, you may be a person like me. Well, there is another level even deeper. The amazing part about my situation is that I have a voracious ability to learn. Assuming I am ready as it should be a possibility I learn by discernment. Yes these are thoughts, however, concerning me I am quite adapt at understanding people so far as to say that everything I learn, the various instances of the girl is mostly upkeep if that could be said about someone who is quite serious in intent to resolve. And I Forgive! Put me in the recessive crowd. The most remarkable things become apparent to me, and as I grow older I am finding it is getting easier to forgive.

Part IV The Dynamic Relationships

I can take it. Genesis, the first book in the bible explains the passage of time. It is not perhaps for someone else; and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone; who might not handle it the same way. I have said what, and I will not suffer. The book of Daniel is much clearer. It spells out the enigma of conscience. That is only half the story. Some people are assertive about themselves; the girl is. She has my promise of transcendence into heaven. I work on this daily. It is only through the knowledge I gain. Who could have become an obstacle in this relationship which I have with the girl. If this person knows so much, is this girl whom I speak of a person with a disability? Is she deformed? If I have said, “I rest;” I know this much is true, there is a level of knowledge expected of me I will never reach; such is the depth of this girl and which I am expected to have on the basis that she wants me to know. So, do I ever really rest? Not so long as there is a possibility I could release a person from knowing facts about me. I do this to their satisfaction that they are perceived as an adversary and I am discerning. And, the girl is happy. Think of this as if the girl is too assertive and there is a congregation of people (perhaps only one) all taking the The Roman Catholic Communion (the body and blood of Jesus). She relaxes!

About the girl, I will say that she chooses rightly. I fear the crush worthy wrath, the fullness of understanding, a religious tradition, the simple fact of name; I will release everything I have if I realize myself as suffering. Is this just the emotion of anger that I am willing to acknowledge? The pictures of Cezanne, and he should be taken as a great artist, show the suffering a person should never have to endure. Yes, I know I have within myself sympathy for Cézanne. And he was the last person to be getting caught in the loop where there was no hiding. He painted. This context I must use. I will use my resources to save a life but not a life if I thought by voting I could prevent a person from suffering as Cézanne did. I could be in contradiction with him, but it has been proven, all things must work for the betterment of human kind. And I have said I am not suffering. Why should this matter to anyone. Who is telling me I must know all this. Is it not well enough understood that everything works in a good way. And I have been brought to yet another level of depth.

Part V Closing with the Self Doubt

I am at the point that my stories are like a Twig whose careful conditioning has caused the twig to straighten. I release them into service. Yea; I am proud. There is improvement and it has satisfied me. What again is it, am I thinking here? I am using thoughts– is this a bad trip? I am not broken; I am in Doubt. I have self doubt. And, it no-longer is about my father, or a girl that is close to me, it is about you. I am sharing. Did you realize something I could never know? And I am doubting. I doubt I could ever go the Harvard. It is a technicality. The people who go to Harvard have no need for practicality and different bits of knowledge just underneath the surface, they are people who work for success. I am astonished. Harvard students will ascend to the top of their field. And I am doubting, isn’t that great. Now you know something which I have told you, and in return I want you to make sure I never go to Harvard. You will wake those staff educators of this news because I have doubted there is a technicality which will bring controversy and shame to the various generations of Harvard Alumni. What is being asked of these few who go to Harvard is by no means of mine a concern but an issue of name. I am satisfied, I am equipped, I am in a stable context, and I hope I am not a burden for these scholars. I only doubt myself. I concede there are better ways. I ask only for forgiveness. Throughout history there have been people who are great, let me say that you are great. And it has not been always that easy to achieve greatness. Some instances have ended badly. There is treason, and crimes, and faults all are instances of how I have observed that History ends badly. I have no needs and even as I doubt myself; I forgive. It is just another chapter in time. I will rest now.
Thank you.
goodnight.

Hugh

Intrinsic Value of the Computer Media

From my experience, the only feedback I am able to get is News. The correctly manifested status of Return is applied to a mature adult. I guess you can get the truth about Return by trying to characterize it. I imagine myself aged and living in a convalescent Hospital. But Nobody goes to those places; even though a family member is there. So, how do these people talk about Return. It is: Libel, class action, recall, law Suit, side-effect, wrongful, and defect.

So, that does it! Somebody uses my Return they are not going to be a happy camper. So, I do not in the least expect anyone to comment on my journal. It is sufficient to say that I am a redeemer. Have you bed-Rocked your Religion? That’s OKay for right now. You just keep thinking about Jesus. The theme in this context is FORGIVENESS.

I have been giving presentations. I am taking a prerogative. This media’s natural intrinsic value predicates a therapeutic process; does anyone object to this? I hope not; I can pay the bills. It sounds like I have been thinking about my pass time. I am willing to consider the merits of my experiences as good regardless of the lack of feedback. And, I have concluded that I do not need it. I sound as if I’m an author.

Patina or Mold

I have been focusing my attention on the visual arts such as the fundamentals and functions of Color Theory. My primary artist and point from which I begin is from the work of Cezanne. But I also think color theory could be applied to movies such as The Dick Tracy Movie with Madonna (1990): Link to Dick Tracy Movie. I recall that color was relevant theoretically from one scene to the next. It is no accident that I should mention these examples. I do so because they effectively do the same function.

The resultant meta-social and deconstruction tendency in relation to color appears to have broadened the boundaries of sustainability in today’s American Culture. I know the inclination of a normal person would say, (one) that there must be some Record which sufficiently gathers substance is interpreted as if it were something you should know about, (two) or else something you couldn’t possibility know about but still persistent in your perceptions. I believe there are sufficient sources in place for the particular problem epitomized in the biographical data of Cezanne and not so much his paintings unless they were the subject of historical context, his paintings were for the time Crushingly Beautiful. The theories are still within us because as we have modernized they have taken root institutionally like a can of soup or an ink blot. The problem Cezanne had is happening less frequently. For people who have heard of him know that he did suffer and that painting was his pastime. We have Dick Tracy to thank for his contribution for at least three-quarters of the last century.

We would say even by general terms that suffering should not exist. I still manage these theories although it seems better to live while practicing them. It is not much different than normal life; a religion such as practicing Roman Catholic is recognized through out. Not only is “Jesus” known for his forgiveness, but the practice of religion is therapeutic. Such a study has been rigorous and it is rather pleasant for the solution to be a “way of life” popular in today’s culture.

The Piano is being Tuned

Quite Well; Thank you. I did mention ten already as In/2019m sure you know. Something like that; yes. Or else. Never mind it’s just snobbery. What was it exactly that has the therapeutic value. NO; that means finger pointing, eyebrows low, mouth shaped in the letter “O” you cannot pitch this thing. You are getting me down, this is the riddle of equal temperment. It is too late now. So? I think you are supposed to off set the local “empire builder.” Go somewhere else so it doesn’t interfere. That totaled; I am going to Portland. This is a note. Are you hearing me correctly? What was that? It’s that what got all wet. It quit! I think my Blog is getting messy. Just so I keep dry; you probably do this every day; I have to bare witness to the fact that should I relax here, I can tell you for sure there is going to be a profit. Yea baby! I would like to see that. Fewer and fewer are there for my word soup; Peddle due come from Digital? The Supreme Court gave out their prerogative; and why not this country is ruined. There is a sight of action: let the cat go! I was wondering where they wanted the King Tut thing ta go now that it was packed and gone from L.A. Just down to the middle “C” if I get all happy about a international thing like a plug or something to stop the king from killing those space invaders. I was just kind of wanting to tell you I was thinking they had a good effect. Did King Tut say anything like that? I got ta go now. I will talk to ya later. A thousand is a good amount if this is Kelly. Clearly I am using the water to get a pill down. Do you need something? Do you need help? Hang-up SVP

Change of the Blog Name

Many of my readers remember when this Blog was called CQ1010. The name is from my childhood when I visited a Ham Radio Hobbyist. We used the moon to transmit an analog signal to Hawaii; “Cq, Cq, Cq-1010. This is KCZZ. Anyone out there from Hawaii.” We waited for a response. My friend had a Bulletin Board of Post Cards from people he had reached from all across the country. I guess the Internet has improved things a little bit since then. Antennas, power radio transceivers, and morse codes. I got a call from the Ancient Octiva!