Category: Story

This is my chance to share a personal insight. It is about me. There is a therapeutic value to blogging. And that’s a good thing.

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

Lithography and Sweet Water

This post is part of the Horsechestnut seed group; there are 6 in total. The directive is to use the Horsechestnut seed water in the Lithographic printing process.

I have truly a epic story to tell about my learning.  The seed was meant for the water.  I waited and was told it was ready; then I would drink it.  I was dynamic.

The sweet water was meant for the Limestone!  So, for the Lithographer those seeds are in the bottom of the water that keeps the printing stone functioning.  Adding the ink and the wet parts will get sweet water.  I am telling something about lithography.

So I sent some seeds to England maybe Donnelly Press that made invitations and announcements.  That worked pretty good but it was in England.  So in 2001 just a couple of months before the 911 attack I figured I was done with my drinking of fresh water. So, I sent all the seeds to the Lithography Studio at the University of California at Santa Cruz.

The TA that summer made the mistake of discarding the seeds.  So, they went to the land fill.  If there is a problem with that, the person should move away from the region.  Go to the Southwest and live healthy.

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!