Monday, May 22, 2017

Russians Are Laughing at the U.S., Not Just at Trump - Bloomberg

In Saudi Arabia, Trump Reaches Out to Sunni Nations, at Iran’s Expense - The New York Times

Stop playing in the Ocean! Sharks don´t come on land!

Deep breath, America: Donald Trump and the law | The Economist

Sunday, May 21, 2017

'One orb to rule them all': image of Trump and glowing globe perplexes internet | US news | The Guardian

Conquering the Great Wall | Euronews

The question is... Who is good and who is bad?

I saw them come to town (Tucson, Arizona) in 1946. This from a train, Elephants and horses pulling wagons!

American Pathology!

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For us older bodies… It´s important to identify now, not with the ego-body, but with the INFINITE CREATIVE LIGHT OF THE DIVINE!  WE ALL LOSE THE EGO-BODY,  you call death, but we call ´shedding the body!´ 
This, dual reality… if a beginning (birth), must end (`shedding the body´), but this is only in Duality. Life in a different form (Spirit), never born, never dies (Singularity). 
Most people `shed their bodies,´in a hospital drugged out, to not notice the DOOR OPENING.  Note, birth is when the DOOR CLOSES! 
What did you accomplish while you had a body?  Did you just indulge your senses, without evolving to a higher state of mind?  If so, what a waste, as having a body (with name) a great opportunity to evolve (to understanding via consciousness)! 

H. 

First wars over land. Second, wars over water. Finally wars over air!

On the Road to the Summer of Love - in pictures | Culture | The Guardian

Part of Mount Everest has collapsed, mountaineers confirm | World news | The Guardian

US Interventions Worst Disgrace to Humanity: Bolivia's Morales | News | teleSUR English

American Pathology!

The Fall of Jean-Luc Godard Gets a Comic Makeover in Le Redoutable | Vanity Fair

VR: Now starring Hollywood actors under your control - CNET

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Radioactivity found on workers clothing week after tunnel collapse in Washington - UPI.com

There’s a new moon in our solar system – BGR

American Pathology!

Distance at which supernova would spark mass extinctions on Earth -- ScienceDaily

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Re:  Men Mad…
The character, Dick nee
Draper Don,
What a wick
In the female thick!
Burned it at both ends,
Yet amends!
Out of the ashes
Come flashes of sanity
Even consciouisness
As you can´t have ´won,´
Without loss,
Via tos!
Comprende?
H.

P.S.  Bravo Weiner, a hot dog creator! 

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The impulse to create
In English words,
The BIG BANG,
God´s orgasm,
The chasm,
The other, 
Life, strife
Those who don´t ´no,´
Destroy,
To create
Isn´t that great!
As above, so
Below!
Singularity
Duality
Cycling,
Pedaling along,
Sound the gong!

H. 

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Why do most people like blooming flowers?
They are a divine expression of consciousness.
Yet, humankind is killing off the bees!
If no bees, no flowers!
If no flowers, no fruit!
If no fruit, no life!
Now, tell me how intelligent we are?
Not very,
Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow
Without bees?

H. 

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Wood, madera (in Es.), just seeing it, looking at it, warms my heart!  Why is this?  Nature, natural.
On the otherhand, concrete (sub. o for e in Es.) leaves me cold!  Why is this?  Manmade, human.
I wonder how much people are aware of, when it comes to themselves?

H. 

The true history of fake news | 1843

Shame on Israel for this!

If You Want to Glimpse the Power of AI, Play These Games | WIRED

How can you ever know your parents? You missed the best bit of their lives | Life and style | The Guardian

I watched them construct Lincoln Center, way back in the 1960s. I´ve attended many concerts there! GIVE MY REGARDS TO BROADWAY as well!

If you visit La Paz, Bolivia, be aware of scams, people dressed as policia! They ripped me off for $200U.S., plus...

Nothing the U.S. Gov. does ever makes any practical sense!

Friday, May 19, 2017

Sweden drops rape investigation against Julian Assange- BBC News

They´re all the same, scum!

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I had a wonderful greeting this morning (20 Mary, 2017C.E.) from the planet VENUS (the Goddess of love)!  It rose just over the east horizon about 0600, dazingly me, LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS! 
I attempt to draw it here (explaining only), A CENTER DOT, SURROUNDED BY ELONGATED REFLECTIONS OR FACETS, FLASHING ON AND OFF — communicating love! 
What´s love anyway, but a form of communication, one ´thing,´ to another ´thing!´
Later, our own star (the sun) became brighter and brighter, until Venus lessened.  But, I don´t have to ´sea´it to know it´s there, pulsating love!
H.

P.S. Life is subjective, not objective! 

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Claudia,
Remember having lunch with Danny and Josie, the day we drove out to your cave hotel?  Near the end of the discussion about yoga, someone asked me what kind of yoga I practiced.  I replied, SHAKTI yoga.  You asked, what is Shakti Yoga, and I explained, simply, that it is worshiping female energy!  
I´ve found a more elaborate explaination from:
TANTRA ILLUMINATED by Christopher D. Wallis:
pp. 49:
¨The immanent (available via our senses) aspect of the divine is called SAKTI and is personalized as female divinity (Goddess).  That is, the entire manifest Universe is the Goddess, and therefore ought to be reverenced as such.  Now, Siva (transcendant aspect, sometimes called God) and Sakti are actually one, not two, but are represented as two because they correspond to two interdependent aspects of reality, one of which is predominant in any give moment.  The two idfferent experiences of the Divine are the enstatic, in which we turn inward, surrendering everything, and reach a quiescent and trascendent ground of our very being.  The ecstatic (Sakti) is when we express our divine nature in creative, dynamic, outward-giving, the embodiment of such.  Both are necessary to fully know the Divine, and the harmonious balance of both is the only true spiritual liberation
pp.56:
¨To make it personal, we are not separate from God/dess (Note, this author, whenever he refers to GOD, writes SHE!).  We are not separate from the Divine, and never have been.  Indeed, we are the very means by which She knows Herself
Hutch

www.tantrictaoism.org

American Pathology!

American Pathology, explained!

It is my thought and hope that an egoless AI (a cyborg, android, or robot) will save humanity from itself (the ego out of control)!

Apple’s New Campus: An Exclusive Look Inside the Mothership | WIRED

Seventy years of red carpet fun at Cannes - BBC News

The age of “post-truth” in politics and media!

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Chelsea Manning shares first picture of herself since release | Reuters

We teach them how to kill, and when they do we´re surprised!

Preparing for the domestic rise of the robots | Euronews

Our democracy is crumbling — and Putin is smiling | TheHill

American Pathology!

Would you carry something abroad for a stranger? Maybe if I could see it, know that it´s not contraband.

Bicycle riding roboHow to contact Mr. Masahiko Yamaguchi, as we need a life-size robot, riding a bicycle, for a video in Scotland?

Impeachment seemed impossible a few days ago. Not anymore | Lawrence Douglas | Opinion | The Guardian

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

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Yesterday, my last full day in Baza, and interesting as always… Best of all this short trip accomplished much in the way of moving here eventually.  I got good information.  Seems July the month, as the teachers depart as school out for summer vacation and everyone shifting.  So, I´ll return in one month (beginning of July)!  Additionally, I passed out my flyer.  I stopped by Rusticon (Colors of Granada) and said hello to Nick (gave him a flyer).   I passed out two flyers in Imobilaria offices, taped one to the only bullentin board I saw in all of Baza, this just outside Mercadona (large Spanish food market chain).
Now, all I have to do is cure myself of Candidiasis, which is driving me crazy!  But, the good news about, Eduardo has come through with the proper Nystantin (the safe medicine) that helps to kill the fungus amongst us!  In the meantime, Saturn is having me for lunch!  Dear Saturn, please stop!
First thing yesterday off to partake of the Wednesday Market, held up on the old RR tracks and Baza Terminal (now concreto).  
This once-a-week mercado is huge, with selling everything (live rabbits included), plus every kind kind of food, clothing (I bought a t-shirt and some calcetines-socks), zapatas (shoes), actually slippers I guess you would call them.  Note, everything in the world has a name, it´s just a matter of knowing the proper one.  These`shoes´ are for the house only, but have an non-slipping sole.  I spent time trying on several to get the right fit.  But, interesting, as there was always only one, and they had to hunt through many boxes to get the other.  We never purchase just one shoe!  And my left foot is slightly larger than my right, so I have to try on both.  I finally ended up with size 40CM, slightly smaller than my normal 42.  
Buying clothing, sloes, etc. is tricky business as sizes have changed (not as accurate as in the 1940s).  For example,  I´ve grown in size, and the t-shirt I bought for sleeping in, is XXXL. 
Now, my lament for the lost Baza RR.  People so automobile crazed, and manipulated by the oil and rubber companies, so stupid just to eliminate the service entirely!  Now, with only buses in and out of Baza, I´ll bet they wish they hadn´t killed the trains in and out. 
Baza has no aero puerto either.
Back at Calle Mesto, #9 (Claudia´s house) I picked up her bicycle and was off to check out a housing development on the way to Caniles (small village south).  Claudia´s bicycle had a small problem needing attention, the right thumb-shifter didn´t work, so challenging to crank up hill as you couldn´t access the lower gears.  But, going toward Caniles was all down hill, except for one, and I stood up for cranking leverage.
On the careterra (highway) to Caniles, I managed easily as the weather perfect, and little traffic.
I hadn´t gone tht far when I noticed the CLUB DE ZAHEIME (`Zaheime,´ the name that Claudia had give me for the `Neighborhood´).  There was no sign about housing, so I continued south on the highway.  Then, in a couple of kilometers I decided, the Club must be where the housing development located.  Right again!  Note, I´ve been able to cycle around the world, because of my ability to find things — have a Sixth Sense about such. 
The Zaheime `neighborhood,´ turns out is a tennis-club-housing development.  Claudia thought it was a good place to look for a vacant house to rent.  But, I saw none, and was soon cranking north and back into Baza.
On the way, I stopped to take a foto. of the perfect house to rent.  It was here I discovered one of Claudia´s bicycle locks missing.  The steel-bar kind, the safest and most expensive. Just like me to lose something off a bicycle, as I´m almost famous for being careless about such.  I looked for it on the way back, but not sure if I´d lost it the day before.  Later, I told Claudia I´d replace it. 
Yesterday, I´d gone to OCIO Bici. taller and had Claudia´s bici. `tuned up,´ this to be able to ride it at all. The tires were soft, and it didn´t shift well.  Two Espanoles, Sergio and Miguel the principals at OCIO Desportes.    Note, when you don´t ride a bicycle regularly, entrophy (or enantiodromia) comes into play, and mechanical things go wrong.  Machines, like automobiles, bicycles, computers, etc., require constant mainenance!  While waiting for Miguel to finish working on Claudia´s bici. I wondered around checking out the store. I met the owner, Sergio, who can speak some English.  I educated him about Masa Critical (Critical Mass in Ingles), We discussed starting one for Baza. 
On the way back up the hill, back to Claudia´s, I stopped at two Imobilaria´s (real estate agencies) and gave each of the women a flyer.  Then, after leaving the bicycle at Claudia´s, I started down the hill on foot.  I had to idea to deposit more QUEMA GRASA!  NO GASOLINA!  stickers with Miguel, on the way saying `Olla!´ to Nick (at Rusticon, his R.E. agency). Both ideas paid off!  You gotta meet and greet the people when moving to a new community. 
Next, off to Mercadona, to eat my favorie sandwich, hungry now.  I´d gotten up at 0500, and it was now 11.00.  My appetite is still good in my older age!  And… I´ve got to feed the fungus!  Ugh!!!
Afterwards, with a couple hours to wait to take Claudia to lunch, I walked to a park I´d seen on the way down.  Here, I sat on a bench, wrote some of this, answered nature hidden in the bushes, and dozed off in the sun. The great attraction to a smaller community, for me at least being older, is less people, and less noise! 
I watched a puppy go crazy free off his leach, dashing about, the image of pure sniffing joy !  How simply good life can be when there´s no ego involved — just smelling enough! 
I thought about Rusel, the dog I´d taken care of while living in Cochabamba.  I hoped someone was taking care of him now.  Bolivians more primitive than Espanoles, dogs running wild on the streets uncared for by the humans — how Rusel had come to me.  Cruel, the word that comes to me, when I think of how humans abuse animals!  We assume mistakely they´re less than us!  I think they´re actually more than us, better than us, as they aren´t on the brink of destroying everything, like we are (Trump and Mr. N. Korea-Un nee nuclear war).
Then, time to walk back up the hill.  Note, Baza City, built on a slight incline, the east foothills of the Baza Mountain.  Note: fotos. in Gallery at www.cyclingpeace.org as always! 
In Claudia´s van we´re off to the caves (cuevas in Es.) to have lunch.  She asked me if I´d ever eaten in a cave restaurant, and I responded no, not remembering.  Then later it came to me, eating turtle sopa in THE CAVE restaurant in Nogales, Sonora, Mexico.  We used to drive down the 100KM to Nogales, to eat, and purchase Barcadi Rum.  This Mexican border town, years later, was where I lost my virginity tin a whore house.  THREE DOLLARS FOR ROOM, FUCKI FOR LOVE!  I´ll never forget the old and fat prostitute´s sales pitch.  I was drunk, of course!  Three dollars, by the way, a lot of money in 1956!  Also, about the naive and primitive () era in the U.S. — you didn´t have sexual intercourse until you were married.  Wow, have things ever changed!   Now, kids 14-years of age, know more about sex, drugs, rocknroll than I did at age 30 (1970)! 
We drove east through what they call the Alti Plano (higher than the Almaria Desert to the south — ancient sea bed).  It, the entire Baza area, reminds me of southern Arizona, I guess that´s why I´m interested in moving there (from Monachillout).  it must be something unconcious returning to something familar?
We arrived at some low slung cliffs, full of white dwellings, a sure sign of cave dwellings. Again see fotos. in the Gallery at www.cyclingpeace.org 
We parked, and then Claudia dashed off to take a foto. of some red poppies (in bloom).  I followed her through, a furrowed fallow field, then up a precarious hillside. I suppose it was the macho male still in me, that I wouldn´t be left behind, just because it was difficult (slippery).  I have attached the foto. I took of Claudia, sitting amongst her poppies!
The restaurant turned out to be closed, but Claudia, showed me the cave hotel accomodations.  I was slightly amazed, as this isn´t what you expect when you think, `cave,´ dirt, rock walls, dripping water, bats, rodents, a generally unsavory, dark and dank environment.  You need to partake of the fotos. I took of these cave rooms, as elegant as a five-star hotel in Granada City!  Of course, it´s the novelty that draws the tourists, staying in a cave overnight.  I don´t know the rates for the best I´m describing, but I remember Claudia, who works at this hotel, saying the smaller one for a couple goes for 73€ per or about $80U.S.  All the accomodations have TV and WIFI!  I took a foto. of the exterior sign, the name of the place, if you ever get the urge.  I´m sure they have a website.
Then we drove back to Baza, in search of a restaurant.  We stopped at the first one we saw, Claudia spying someone she knew, while parking.  She said she´d never eaten there, but it turned out to be good, and the couple we met interesting… From nearly eating in a cave, to meeting a mermaid this luncheon (almuerzo in Es.) turned out to be!
The woman she saw from the van, she´d met as part of a yoga class that very moring.  Josie and her husband Danny, from the U.K., via The Bahamas, they turned out to be.  Talk about a jumpcut, this couple from operating a scuba-diving school nee guiding such underwater, to living in a cave in southern Spain under the earth. I guess, where I´m an `above´ type person, they are the `under´ type (Claudia called it ´grounding.´).  Danny the scuba teacher, Josie, the mermaid!  What are the odds of meeting these kinds of people in Baza, Spain?  They own an automobile purchased in the U.K. (rightside steering wheel), and are driving it on `bear right´ streets!  Danny said this wasn´t a difficult adjustment. 
I drank zumo de manzana (apple juice) ate a Russian ensalada, while Claudia drank cervesa and ate the plato de dia, which included cold tomato sopa (soup in Es.) and a pasta dish.  She had coffee afterwards.  The tab was but 16€, certainly Baza less expensive that the Granada City area.
What a day!  A day like all days, `filled with the events that alter and illuminate our times!´ (from a 1950s TV series opening text)!
Stay tuned!
H. 


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Exploiting the natives, in poor taste! But, money is God, what would you expect?

It´s the story that´s interesting... Not whether literally true or not!

Money is God, what would you expect! People will kill to get it!

The U.S., imploding!

A teen chugged a latte, a Mountain Dew and an energy drink. The caffeine binge led to his death. - The Washington Post

Beyond the water's edge in Ireland's Ancient East

UFOs, of course. I´ve seen one!

The Trumpster is in the Dumpster!

Nothing new here!

The shit never ends! American Pathology!

Dictators getting together, as strength in numbers!

And the same will happen in the U.S., with Trump!

Interesting how the world has changed, since 1969. On a BOAC-VC-10 flight from N.Y.C. to London, the pilot left the cockpit door open, so passengers, like me, could watch them fly the aircraft across the Atlantic Ocean!

Humans, trashing out the world!

Edward Snowden and others urge Trump to drop case against Assange | Media | The Guardian

Dershowitz: 'This is the most serious charge ever made against a sitting president' | TheHill

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Every task and move perfecto, travelling to Baza yesterday.  
I take no chances travelling, as older and have mucho experiencia.  I don´t miss buses, trains, or flights, like in the old TV days!  I I plan ahead, I organize, not waiting for the last moment!  But, to each his own!
Two busses were involved, and one taxi (to get to Baza some 100+KM to the northeast of Granada City).  The local bus (#183) from Monchil to Granada City, departs every hour at :45 minutes after.  My ALSA bus to Baza departed at 10:15, so I took the 08:45 from Monachil, waiting by 08:15.  But, being early, beyond getting the worm, affords you time to observe life.  In this case, observing insects while sitting on a bench (in the morning sun) inside the children´s playground.  And since I had to piss, I fertized a tree. OMG, and out there in public!
The total € (Euro, for you Norte Americanos, is European currency) was 20€.
The ride from Granada City to Baza, only takes 90+ minutes, but I like the views, as initially, the carretera (A-92) winds through a mountain range and Parque de Natural.  In the distance to the south Veleta and Mulhacen, two of the highest peaks in all of Espana.  I´ve cycled up to the top of Veleta, some 3,400mts. ASL.
I love observing the world, when most are glued to their small screens. 
Just arrived in the parking spot in the Baza terminal, I spied Claudia out my window, who had come to meet me (my hostess and place to stay for three nights).  
Claudia is a German woman who´s lived in Baza for 11 years.  We met via Gabriele, who I was introduced to by Claudia (in Cochabamba).  
There´s always one thing or person, leading to the next person, thing, or place in life.  I wouldn´t know about Baza, Andalucia, Spain, without having met Claudia (a German woman) in Cochabamba, and this via Paula Lujan, who was a part of Anna´s (and Carlos´) Friday luncheon gatherings.  And I could go back from them to Edgar, the Swiss couple staying with me via www.warmshowers.org.  Life is a bunch of connections……………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Anyway…
Claudia (of Baza) had her vehicle, so we drove all of a few blocks to her house. 
I paid her 70€ ($77) for three nights, while she ate her asparagus (espárragos in Es.) almuerzo (lunch in Ingles). We chatted about plans, as I´m here in Baza to find a house (on the ground) to rent and move to (from Monachil).  I preprinted some `flyers´ to hand out or tack to bullentin boards. 
I deposited my things in my room, and then was off walking to Mercadona, a large food chain.  I wanted to check it out, plus hungry as hadn´t eaten anything since 0630, some six hours ago.  Note,    I´d gotten up that morning at 0500. 
I discovered the Mercadona in Baza valuable, with wide aisles and few shoppers!  But, no bullentin board.  More importantly the food items that I need. 
I went up and down every aisle checking out what they offered.  I was pleased to discover, bebedas vegetal almendros (sin azucar), as not even at El Encinar (eco. tienda) in Granada City (where I shop).  Also, other health-food oriented items. Best of all, my pre-make sandwich on whole wheat bread (pan de integral in Es.).  All of it cost €15, seemingly less than what you pay for food in Granada City. 
I sat outside on a concreto bench and ate my lunch, including black garlic.  Black garlic is new to me as I´ve found nowhere in the world, but Andalucia.  Here´s about BLACK Garlic, thanks to Googleski:
How does garlic become black? They are usually surprised to hear that the unique color, taste, and texture of our product are accomplished without any additives! Black garlic is produced by fermentation, a technique that has been around for many thousands of years.
Garlic contains sugars and amino acids. When garlic undergoes fermentation, these elements produce melanoidin, a dark-colored substance that is responsible for the color of black garlic.
In front of me the covered parking log (What does that tell you?) with automobiles coming and going, enough to drive you bonkers!  Thus the following poem:
Automobiles!
Automobiles!
Automobiles!
Families!
Families!
Families!
Automobiles!
Automobiles!
Automobiles!
Money, money, money!
The modern way,
They have no say,
Working for the man!
The modern way!
Automobiles!
Automobiles!
Automobiles!
Families!
Families!
Families!
They have to pay
As don´t know any other way!
On the walk back up the hill, and just outside Mercadona I found an outside bullentin board.  With Claudia´s cellophane tape, I put up my first flyer:  GRINGO LOOKING TO RENT HOUSE ON THE GROUND. 
Later I inserted a flyer along with my postcard and sticker (QUEMA GRASA, NO GASOLINA!! on the door of a bicycle shop (closed for siesta).  Then even further, under the door of can eco. market.
A good start I thought, for the first day in Baza.
Total expenses, 105€  Plus, resting on a bench near Claudia´s house i was hustled out of an additional 2€ by an overweight beggar woman.  I gave it to her of course, but declined a kiss on the check.

H.