Saturday, August 25, 2012

EW2: Diary of an Alchemist

EW2: Diary of a Alchemist

If I were a rich man, I would buy stupid things, like a 
Bodum French Press, 12 oz. (Google Affiliate Ad) coffee maker, and a Bodum Bistro Black Burr Grinder (Google Affiliate Ad).  I don’t like the grinders I have had in the past, always trying to grind the coffee too fast.  This generates heat, and burns the grind before it even touches the heat of the water.  Is this too much to ask.  If I were a wealthy man, like a sultan or a king, or better still like a priest, I would make coffee every morning for myself and anyone who stopped by, as long as they brought some sort of treat.

I would buy my coffee in large sacks, 50 lbs at least, a 100 kilo or so most often, and in the green, and roast it myself, in a roasting house.  The smoky flavors would waft upon the wind, calling out to princes and peasants and bakers of all sorts.  I would blend my coffee as I pleased for the moment, although more often than not, it would be a dark rich blend of Columbia born beans.  I would grind my coffee and boil fresh spring water, enough for all the people who would come bearing fruit turnovers, scones, and pastries.

And we would talk of politics of the local lords, and the court of the crimson kings.  I would listen to their woes and wonder how is that they are so certain of their slight.  With my pipe slowly smoldering and my coffee, I would wait for their tongues to tire before I began to preach.

“My good men, and friends all in attendance, your plights are so raucous and rare as to be one in the same.  Your sight is short, your lives are of misery and pains, and you woe the nature of your lives in vain.  How is this when abundance surrounds you, on side to side, all these measure of friends and neighbors, who come to this coffee house, to partake in my generosity, and that of yourselves.  Everyone ask for that which the other has, and each has what is desired, so what is it that you would want more of, if you already have an abundance of that which is most prized already.”  I would say, which would spark another good bit of debate, lasting long into the mid morning, when obligations elsewhere would break the crowd, and they would disperse, mostly for their own directions.


This would leave me with my own, and none too soon, as the sun would be high upon the horizon and I would be in need of shelter from its burning heat.  No better repast from the will of the sun than to stroll through the wooded paths seeking horticulturals and talking with youthful agents, who still had light left in their eyes and ears that worked.

Smoke tendrils would swirl about my head in the lazy manner of a low lying cloud, giving me the air of a giant I suppose to these youthful attenders.  They would follow in my wake, hanging on the statements I made of cultivars and botanicals, and tinctures and infusions, and the converting of metals.  As the afternoon would lengthen they would have been charged with various task, from collecting plant materials, to cleaning stables, or milking cattle, until all that was needed doing was done, and it was time to learn of edibles.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Experimental Writing 1

Experimental Writing 1

I am starting a new series I am calling experimental writing.  The number at the end indicates the edition.  Since this is the introduction, it contains this bit at the beginning, but future editions will not, they will just be the writing.  What I am attempting to do here is produce some experimental works that I think might work out later into something more polished.  They also might be just character development, or plot development, it is all experimental.

On With the Show
I have been having trouble with this lately, it seems I have more self imposed obstacles than I should have, and they are all very difficult to break.  Sometimes it is time, that seems to be in the way, sometimes its space.  The closer I get to the beginning the more it seems I cannot find the time or the space to complete what I want to start.  It does leave one wondering why does this not seem to work, the way it used to.

There was a time when I was much younger, it was relatively easy, sit down, think about something, and off and running.  The details seemed to flow and produce a well form project, no matter what I did.  Soon though the obstacles began.  It wasn’t long and I kept building them in until I was no longer able to function short of a shot of something.  At first it was easy, a shot of something and I was right back into the swing.  Soon though that did not do it, so it became more and more, and before I knew it I was deep in the darkness of addiction.  

Nicotine stains on my fingers, coffee stains on my desk, empty bottles on the floor, all the signs that I should have seen, but I overlooked because I was without boundaries.  Or so it seemed anyway.  There were things, I could not drive very well, I could not hold a job, I had no life outside my work room, and in there, there was no light.  The downward spiral was nearly complete, and even then I knew it, but I just didn’t want to admit to it.

I began this life with a spark, and through years of self indulgence and self destruction I had tried to extinguish that fire as it grew, until all that surrounded me was darkness.  Sometimes you can be in room full of people, and still be lonely.  It was on a particular day, that what remained of my humanity slipped away from me.

Like any other day, like them all, it started with a cigarette and coffee.  It went on from there into the silence of forgetfulness.  Washing away the memories of the recent past, with alcohol and cannabis.  Even now it is hard to remember, although it comes and goes in flashes.

Well that’s all for today.  Life intervened, and so I must go out and tend to the animals, and work on other things.  I may post another one later, but for now that is all I have, and it seems to be going nowhere, so it may remain just memories.  Mostly I just wanted to get this ball rolling and see what came of it.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

G+ comment on Moan Lisa Fan Club post

This is from a G+ post that I am commenting on, it would seem that one of the people in my stream is having their "art" censored by G+ stating it is pornography.  I do not know how long this debate will continue, but I thought I would capture some of it here as well.

Interesting as I have yet to be given a definition of pornography.  I note that it always comes with a derogatory connotation  but other than that, what the hell is pornography.

I actually haven't really noticed your art much on the stream, as there is so much nudity, it really doesn't seem to matter much to me.  I can filter it if I want, but I generally just ignore it, unless it is interesting.  With minor exceptions, I do not term it pornography, as I am not able to define that term easily.

I could go into a bunch of limits, evocative pictures depicting children in a sexual manner, would be my limit, I am not of that ilk, but I suppose for some that is their thing, and I am not so innocent to say that I could make that judgement.  I would say that I would take offense to it, but that is me, not someone else.  Again we could go into the whole innocence of the child thing, and that is a question for society to decide, for me, it is not an issue, as I believe in individual choice.  This does mean that I to some degree condone such, but I also condone the right of the child, and for that matter of the child's protectors to prosecute the offender if they are deemed to be in the wrong according to the mores of the society in which they choose to participate in.  As you can see this is a moral dilemma, and not one I myself can debate, lacking most of the moral principals that are needed to enter into such debates.

I do however feel that many people would find any nudity to be considered pornography, even though for them, I believe that they are mostly driven by religious zeal.

I will look into the sites that you mention, and if they seem like art to me, for that is something entirely different.  For I determine that which is art to my eye, and be dammed any that debate that, it is my eye.  If it is art to me, I deem it art, and the subject is immaterial.  So if what you do is art to me, then we are in agreement, and I will support that.  If what you do is not art to me, I will support your position, for it most certainly is art to you, and the nature of our relationship is based on my accepting your opinions as yours, and mine as mine.

To be honest I am not certain what they are censoring, as I do not understand the need for censorship, it seems that one should be able to censor ones own stream, or life for that matter.  If you do not want that don't eat it, should not equate to I can't consume vast quantities of the stuff just because you or someone else thinks it is not good for me.

I am a writer (can you tell) and I sometimes write stories I would not tell to my children, never mind my grandchildren, but that does not mean I am any less compelled to write them, they are the stories I deem necessary to write.  I feel it is not necessary to censor my children, they are all over the age of consent you might say (although I do not consider their maturity, just chronological age :) so I would not prevent them from reading some of my more evocative stories, I certainly would not suggest them, and most certainly would not encourage their children read them, at least with me watching them.

What I am trying to say here, is that for me, and I think for most people (or at least it should be) art is in the eye of the beholder, and so is pornography.  How does a company or entity, or computer know what that is.

Deep Drought Continues

Well the USDA farm report continues to look bad for corn and soybean crops. The outlook for rain continues to be dismal. This combined with this years grain crops, and you have all the makings of a very tough winter ahead.

I am sitting here watching the drought watch, and the prediction continues to be bad. The dairy industry had been downgraded, with the rise in feed prices being cited as the main reason. If the current trends continue, especially through the winter, we may see many dairy operations selling off, contributing to the increase in dairy prices.

While the increase in. dairy prices at the gate would be good for the farmer, it would seem, it means the cost at the store will increase dramatically, meaning a decrease in demand. This downward spiral may be exasperated by what is predicted to be a light snow load, meaning a continuation the drought. If this does carry, feed prices, food prices, fuel prices, will go to heights not previously seen. This could mean massive good shortages globally, as our imports are cut, and many other producer countries also suffer from the same or worse drought conditions.

To compound this the only place that is getting rain is the primary rice producer countries, too much rain in fact, damaging the annual rice yield dramatically. This could be devastating to the global food markets.

The only winners here are the CBOT speculators, provided they have bet against the crop numbers, and in that way, against humanity. If everything maintains, the farm bill may be moot at best.

Well that's my look on the drought report this week.

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