Saturday 28 A
Just when the pity party reaches near-fever pitch, a cursory albeit careful scan of ‘news’ slaps one back to reality with the proven message … ‘Things COULD BE WORSE’
The following links brought me back quickly to my fine life and stark reality.
and this … RIDICULOUS ‘prediction’.
Guess what … NEWSFLASH … WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE … !!!’
I KNOW this because my Mom TOLD me.
HOW IS YOUR MOM ?
Not now Nancy por favor I AM ROLLING ...
More ‘unintended benefits' of fb and social media in general.
Shouldn’t we have ‘dream police’ monitoring these things strictly & specifically for such crazies ?
Hello Big Brother ? … are YOU listening ?
https://www.yahoo.com/news/toronto-attackers-chilling-facebook-message-minutes-mowing-pedestrians-070501487.html
Let’s recalibrate AND RETOOL here for a moment. What the masses are being ‘fed’ is not ‘news’. It is PROPAGANDA pure & simple. Oh sure, YOU can or could CHOOSE to deny it but FIRST & BEFORE YOU DO such a thing, ask or see who or WHAT organization is ‘sponsoring’ the add, commercial or program. In short, ‘follow the money’. Once again.
AND, the 'propaganda' feeding formula isn't even a 'NEW' concept. NEWSFLASH: Ben Franklin was a MASTER at it ... Thomas Jefferson experienced it from BOTH SIDES of the fence. But I digress.
Somebody WANTS you to BUY SOMETHING they are trying to sell. IOW, pick your pocket.
Busy day here for a Saturday. Range time practicing striking (golf) balls, I would like to do a longer training ride like two (2) hours but at the moment it is below 16 & too much of a chill. As the day wears on things grow more condensed and compacted. Mass at 5 and a spaghetti dinner after that.
S1 sends an invitation to watch Stanley cup playoff games today at his place.
Last night or yesterday I prepares a King’s meal. I withdrew from the deep freeze two large lobster tails and after thawing & cooking both used one for the pasta dish and the second for later. Perhaps a lobster seafood salad for Sunday brunch.
The salad however was the show stopper. Using six (6) kinds of fresh spring lettuce & greens from the container jardin harvested earlier just off the back deck, dressing from scratch which I’ll get to in a second, and using minimal other items refraining in the smaller bowl from tossing everything but the kitchen sink.
I chopped up a remaining small carrot, a thin slice of red onion, half a roma tomato that was well-ripened. Chopped onion green (stalk) and tossed in some of the walnuts from the 5 pound bag that FB told me to take as they had ‘passed their expiration date.’ Sometimes they take things to the extreme.
The dressing was off the chart crazy good. I started with the basic Thomas Jefferson balsamic-olive oil NaCl frsh ground pepper then started the deviations. Using my common & favorite estate herbs, whisked in a tablespoon of the quac leftover from the Stanley cup watching party last weekend which was still green & good.
I assembled the greens and other items in the bowl, added the walnuts and over the top poured about ¼ cup of the cucumber juice I squeezed out from the cuke salad made for the pot luck at Saint Michael’s Tuesday night.
Earlier in the day I purchased from Sprouts an advertised special two (2) six-pack bags of Parmesian bread sticks.
I topped off the meal with the LAST glass from the LAST gallon of Chablis purchased for the MAST event in November. Room temperature and slowly savored each delectable bite chewing slowly watching a dvd from PBS & McK PL on the building of the Panama Canal.
The workers moved very quickly in those days. No one standing around holding shovels perpendicular like today ‘waiting for directions.’
I dropped in a second dvd after dinner but it didn’t hold my interest so I started burning feathers in the next red knot. It was a Scarlett Johannson vehicle where she played some kind of cyborg robotic-type creature that kept getting her mind ‘hacked’ and turned into a complete & total bloody mess. Literally.
Then I got tired of burning feathers and started nodding out, drifting off and falling asleep so I flossed & climbed upstairs to get me to where I am now.
I have coffee, spotify and the Dandy Warhol radio station playing thru the blu-tooth speaker, sun starting to peek thru the blinds from Venice, which brings me to the end, the image for today and FINAL message w/ thoughts.
How many times can I proclaim that ‘Life is Grande’?
Emma, I KNOW 'I oh you' a private Platinum-level reply but know you are keeping up here so stay patient. Famous last words from the cloud.
Next I am going to (just) start the epic story of Winston, the Lost little duckling. Just a start & intro mind you.
The image is from the King’s media center at the cloud castle taken last night before the first learning A-V feature.
Complete & IN COLOR.
Bill out & to the studio to work on the next red knot and moving very well & smoothly onto the Imperial angelfish commission.
This one is SOLD !!
