I was Thinking, or Not

Winging it Again Well now I am trying again to make it on my own, so to speak. I have been let go from my previous employment, at which I served as a construction manager. Oh, well it was alright, but to be honest, I could not keep up appearances. My former employer is to say, a less than noble landlord. I had problems with his ethics and let us just leave it at that. So here I am again trying to hawk my services as a contractor, again. What I need is a silent partner. Someone who will fund a few initial startup cost, and provide me with the means to obtain the actual working capital I need to get and keep the operation rolling. I am looking for someone who understands craftsmanship, understands opportunity, and recognizes value, with out a lot of MBA bullshit. I am a simple kind of operator, I do good quality work, for fair prices, and all I really want is a little take home pay, and maybe some appreciation for a job well done. So that's about it for now, will think about ...

I have three basic plans in the works, all of which could be solved with one great plan. What I need is some enterprising people to come in and provide me with the financial assistance to get out of my hole and obtain the resources necessary to put my plans in action. The first plan build a small eco-contracting business, this will provide a regular inflow of capital to the operations, no matter what else happens. The key thing to the trades is that they are always in demand. Someone somewhere is always in need of repair of some type, and that is what this plan is all about, providing trade services to people who need them, affordable, and with a conscious. It is simple in application and cheap in financing, so it should be easy enough to implement. A side benefit is that it works to also provide additional educational opportunities to people who are interested in learning about the trades, as built into the plan is the plan to offer training to interested individuals who are will...

I am now the new Priest of the next Generation of Accolades of Abyssinian Obsidian Or so it is told by the last Priest of some other pathetic version of the truth, and given to me, then as a babe, the wisdom to screw up the truth, with the perversion of the words used to deceive the populace, while providing in clear doctrine the way that will point directly at the deception, only to be overlooked because like the sand it is far to simple to be seen for what it really is. Inside the dark crystal of ignorance there in lies the wisdom of ages, passed over for its crooked dementia, which has only existed in the post industrial environment. It is not an environmental problem, but a manufactured one, and the environment is but one part of the whole that is obscured by the clouds of rusting iron that dot the landscape of the new post megatropolis that is already in place and the architects that have over the last few centuries demonstrated their willingness to boldly blaze new paths through ...

Public debate on Public Education Sometime around 1635 the American public embraced their first public school. For all the noble reasons that upon first scan may induce from this humble beginning Public Education has never been about educating the public. I don't expect that this will be an agreeable point for most individuals to see, although there are some that may have touched on the subject, the basis for the rationale is particularly dull, considering the true vision that is projected by a ill society. As I grew up through the public school doctrine the matriculation into mediocrity became the banner fro which I would continue to uphold that it was not I, but the doctrine of public policy that demonstrated the deviation from real value in education. At which point did I fully realize this perversion, is hard to tell, but it certainly is evident in my earlier works, where I demonstrate the need for a more compliant society, not just in the British colony of United States of A...

Yesterday the clutch went on the Mercedes, so I had to fix it. It was just the low pressure line, so it was no big deal, but just adds to my frustration. Currently still working the same job as before. I am not sure what Casey wants, but it certainly is not to help people. Oh yea he has helped me, in some fashion, but to the extent that I work for him to pa for the house I am buying from him. I am still looking for a better type of job. What I want is to run my own business, doing what I am doing now, only for myself. I might have stumbled upon this, but that remains to be seen.

I don't remember what I last wrote about, but today I am writing for my own sanity. This particular post has nothing to do with anyone in particular, but with my particular situation, which is to say the least interesting to me. When I started with my current job it seemed to be the break I had been looking for. At last I was in a position to use what I knew and help people through my knowledge of the construction industry. Things started to unravel and I was suddenly caught in a condition I was no longer comfortable with. So I had to assert myself, but I was unable to do so, so it only got worse. The person I work for is not the nicest person, but rarely are the wealthy really all that cordial to others, at least those that are not their people. I am not them, I am a lowly soldier in the fight to survive this thing they call life. I am a horrible wage slave, I don't live to work, I work to live, and that makes my wage earning potential tenuous at best. I am always cer...

It is spring, I should be planting leaf plants right now. What phase is the moon in, not digging in the ground phase, this I am certain, it doesn't feel that way. I lose the connection here in this collection of tin boxes. I just sit here looking at the ground, it is an ugly greenish brown, with no heart and no soul, sucked dry of its primary purpose, to make way for lawns and the occasional patch of window box flowers gone astray. The tarmac a stark contrast, broken in so many places, waiting to depart, hungry for demise, to empty horizons and fresh new earth, turned gently to expose the new seeds of germination. Release the carbons of ages, and the gases of the underworld to heat the atmosphere with its hot temperance. Thin bladed stuff this grass, not holding much and producing even less, kept short so it will be pretty to the uncultured eye.Do you not see this as a common trait, an ancestor of the late and nearly forgotten fruits of the forest that once thrived before the...

Buying the Farm Owning a farm is harder than it seems. First there is the purchase of the land. In most areas this is prohibitive for most people looking to get into farming. One of the primary reasons for this is that most farms are being sold at developer prices. That is they are being sold as if they were being sold to developers, which should and will pay much higher prices for land than a farmer, especially new or beginning farmers can afford. Besides the land there are all the other parts that have to be purchased. To operate a fair family sized dairy, one that would be profitable enough to provide sufficient income to support the operations of the dairy, and produce a small profit to the farmers, would require more land and equipment than most farmers can afford. At prices like $1,000.00 to $2,500.00 or better an acre, the need for about 200 acres for a decent multi-discipline farm that includes a profitable dairy operation, would cost $300,000.00 alone for land, and that...

Blog about Blogging My Style I have been at this since blogger was in beta, not a new beta, but when it was the first beta. I hop all around this blog sphere and see these blog babies who have been here for maybe like a few months, and they are nearly famous. What's the secret? Don't answer that, I know what the secret is, but I ain't buying it. I am here at least now to just write my shit and ask the hard questions. If anyone listens in, hey that's their problem not mine. So sit back and enjoy the ride, because it is going to get fun around here and I don't make any promises that it will always be pretty. Peace James

Brewerton man accused of death threat - News from The Post-Standard on Syracuse.com I want to keep my eye on this story, it is stories like this that only get local press, that lead to weird occurrences happening that never make the news.

What do you Believe part 1 The key thing is that we don't know. That we are unable to know, either in science or in religion, for we have no way to verify the history. The past disappears with each day, and decays with alarming speed. That which we do discover about the past is our perception of the past, not the facts. We can only guess at what is provable, and with that, the religious text also are but accounts of what is subjective perceptions of a past that was before the authors of the religious text. It may be that man developed through intervention by others, as it is sometimes suggested. The gods, as it is actually written in the bible, until at some point the managers of the christen religion decided that having more than one god would complicate things. They did their best to re-write the passages, but some still exist today, and are evident in older versions of the bible that persisted. At one time it was deadly to have an older version of the bible, because that...

Ever say or do something you wish you hadn't. Try to ignore the post about the kids on drugs, that's not me, that's me reacting to some emotional bullshit, and that's just not me. I would remove it, but that is against the gypsy in me. Sometimes I just want to say some shit, and then I say naw, that ain't what I really feel, that's only the shit that gets me angry for the moment. Used to be I would hold onto it, wait and analyze it, and lately I have just been so fucking what. I guess I have been caught up in that shit and trying to be like someone I think I am not. So that's all folks... Sleep well James

When I started this blog I really didn't know what I was going to write about. I just figured it would work itself out. I started a few more in various places in order to experiment with various other directions, but they don't seem to be any better. I guess I really just need to put everything in a single blender and let it work its way out, but I don't know. I read a lot of blogs lately, some are really good, funny and relevant. I am rarely funny, and rarely relevant. I thought maybe I would just comment of stuff, there are tons of those blogs out there, but I can't seem to comment on most stuff i see on the web, it has already been done. Hell I don't even know what I am writing here, I sound like a whiny bitch. Forget it, move on and maybe next week I will figure it all out in my head. James

The Drugging of Our Children by: Gary Null Have you seen this? My first reaction... Have you seen this, are you a parent, do you want to be, can you believe this shit. Even if only half of it is true, which I believe that more than that is, it is completely unbelievable. Are you all fucking asleep, are you really that fucking dense, is your pathetic excuse of a life worth that much. Watch this, get pissed, and do something, now. I will be posting this everywhere, and writing letters, and making sure that everyone sees this. Maybe it is not too late, maybe we won't have to live in a "Brave New World". I really hope this does not let you... Sleep well; James

Used Book Stores Independent Book Stores in Rochester, NY I am a huge fan of books, and especially used books. As much as I am a web user, even to the point of reading books on the web on such sites as Project Gutenberg and others, but I still like the feel of a book. I collect some older books, and even on occasion I sell them on eBay . Well since I moved up to Rochester this May, I don't know where any of the book stores are, except the ones i used to go to in far away places. So I am doing a search for good independent book stores, especially the ones that have used and old books. I will also be looking to list the local Libraries where often you can find good deals on used books. I often find good books for sale there, and maybe even a gem or two that I keep for my personal collection. I need to find a bigger house, so I can buy more books. I started my search with the big dog Google and this is the result . Then I opened up my search to the other puppies, here's Ya...

Ages of Consent Of drinking, of driving, of consent, where does it end. At which age is the appropriate age for whatever activity. How do we judge maturity is a better question. This leads directly in the idealistic concept of prostitution, or even marriage. While historical basis provides examples for all sides, as there are not two clear cut sides here, so does the the bleak pronouncement of the future if current trends persist. This is not to say I do not agree with ages of consent, in a respect of what privileges are allowed, but that I am uncertain that age is a sufficient factor for the determination of culpability of consent. Whereby I might agree that at 14 years of age no one, not even myself has enough culpability to be consensual in any true sense, I cannot say that is exclusive. Even in modern cultures there are examples where "children: as young as 14 were more culpable than some "adults" in their 30's. In Americas especially we are resigned to t...

I have often seen art presented on the web, and not being one that is a stranger to art, I appreciate it well. However on occasion I come across a site that demonstrates my preference for artist more so than some others. I am not speaking of the actual work here on display, as I regard the nude to be of such a subject that for the most part most people could not appreciate it, except that it has erotic or sexual contamination. I appreciate this site for the understanding of the artist themselves of their own part in that field of creation. And for that I post here my recommendation that sometime in your life you take a look at this site Univers d"Artistes (http://universdartistes.blogspot.com/). I can not give more than this, even if you were to ignore the photography, the content would be worth the look, but please check it out, because without art we are but empty flesh, and that does not matter the subject, as I have discovered that the subject is subjective. I really wi...

Not the Usual Crap Now I might be a bit cynical here, and I am certain that I am, but I have had quite enough of all the bull shit. People need to get over themselves, in oh so many ways. I am no advocate for socialism, fuck that, I think the bastards that decided to use that term to mean communist, or some other form of government, didn't understand what a society is. I am not a liberal, not a republican, or conservative, or any of those other fucking useless terms people use to find disorder in their lives. No I am apolitical, not against government, shit even if I was what the fuck good would it do, there are too many of them, and more just waiting in the wings to take over when the current ones fail to entertain the current crop of blithering idiots that seem to feel the need to have some form of organized institution control at least 99% of their pathetically simple lives. So that established, I'm listening to Bob Dylan singing "Lay Lady Lay" and wondering if ...

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I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round... John Lennon I don't know why I happen to be thinking about that particular song today, but there are many times I really identify with that particular line. Very often I feel like all I can do is just sit here watching the world from a slight distance. Whenever I try to immerse myself in the goings on, I only get frustrated. Now I could go about being frustrated and ranting to whomever would listen, and maybe that is what I should do, it certainly worked in the past, but I can't think that being negative is going to help any. So I guess I will just sit here watching the ships roll in, and then I will watch them roll away again... for a while anyways. Sleep well, James