Maybe they are going on vacation to the land down under.
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Maybe they are going on vacation to the land down under.
So, buckin' the Eagles. . . . . back to Karen Carpenter. . . .
here's a song that has a little appeal. Except my favoritie days are rainy days. And Mondays are a huge plus in my book. Seeing the wageslaves migrating off, back to the cities and to their jobs. . . .. makes the day in the country probably the very best there is. . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPmbT5XC-q0
and to heck with this dependency/victim attitude in this song. I go find someone I love if I have some reason to.
here's a song that has a little appeal. Except my favoritie days are rainy days. And Mondays are a huge plus in my book. Seeing the wageslaves migrating off, back to the cities and to their jobs. . . .. makes the day in the country probably the very best there is. . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPmbT5XC-q0
and to heck with this dependency/victim attitude in this song. I go find someone I love if I have some reason to.
Wouldn't it be nice if Ty got a job coaching some Aussie soccer team. . . . .
I wanted to post a video clip of the Eagles singing that, but the only one I could find was a virtual ad for the Thunder or Eagles. . . . .
So here's a song from Glen Campbell. . . . . I remember it when I was young. It didn't reflect any reality in me.
One of the few men who ever actually coached me very much called me "Old Man":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=og8dVo2WY1U
well, besides having someone who loved me just die when I was young. . . . I got pretty sick. . . . . used to say that my twenties were like my grandpa's nineties.. . . .
now, if ya'll wanna know, "young" is an attitude, and one that isn't necessarily stupid, irresponsible, or grasping for the pleasures, glory, or thrills.. . . . . If you want to be productively young, find work that you actually enjoy, learn stuff that actually has meaning to your hopes and goals, or is actually just fun. And with whatever life abilities you have, do what is important to you.
One of the few men who ever actually coached me very much called me "Old Man":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=og8dVo2WY1U
well, besides having someone who loved me just die when I was young. . . . I got pretty sick. . . . . used to say that my twenties were like my grandpa's nineties.. . . .
now, if ya'll wanna know, "young" is an attitude, and one that isn't necessarily stupid, irresponsible, or grasping for the pleasures, glory, or thrills.. . . . . If you want to be productively young, find work that you actually enjoy, learn stuff that actually has meaning to your hopes and goals, or is actually just fun. And with whatever life abilities you have, do what is important to you.
how does anyone "know" anything?????
Philosophers are classed under two great headings. . . . those who have some kind of reasoned belief in human understanding.. . . . . and those who deny any kind of reasoned belief in human understanding. One Brow belongs the the first group while claiming all the axioms of the second. . . . . just to show you an example of how mushy the whole subject of subjective beliefs can be. . . . .
From the dawn of the twentieth Century, most philosophers of note have denied all the systematic belief systems. Well, not consistently perhaps. Let's say the rationale of disbelief is understood to apply only to the religious realm, and denied as applicable to the "scientific" or logical or factual realm. . . . . well we don't have to actually give place for any belief or reason unless we actually want to, and actually feel a need to explain our wishes accordingly. . . . .
Philosophers are classed under two great headings. . . . those who have some kind of reasoned belief in human understanding.. . . . . and those who deny any kind of reasoned belief in human understanding. One Brow belongs the the first group while claiming all the axioms of the second. . . . . just to show you an example of how mushy the whole subject of subjective beliefs can be. . . . .
From the dawn of the twentieth Century, most philosophers of note have denied all the systematic belief systems. Well, not consistently perhaps. Let's say the rationale of disbelief is understood to apply only to the religious realm, and denied as applicable to the "scientific" or logical or factual realm. . . . . well we don't have to actually give place for any belief or reason unless we actually want to, and actually feel a need to explain our wishes accordingly. . . . .
but the governing fact of human understanding is it's bounded domain. . . . .. it lies entirely within a finite skull. . . . or even if we may wish to allow it. . . . within our conscious identity, whatever that may be...... and that quickly can be made out to include the human essence being an integral element of the universal whole, with possible perceptions "in tune with it all".. . . . hmmmmm....... sorta like karma, new age mysticism, or Christians with their ideas of inspiration. . . . .
In One Brow's Universe, there is no connection with the infinite except neural processes correlating to ideas of what the Universe "out there" can be proven to be. . . . well, proven that is, by a special priestly class of professionals whose role it is to know it all, and who may deign to construct some definitions the lesser humans must just accept on faith. But faith like that is just what socialism, progressivism, and communism and other such "world view theories" deem necessary for world management.
In One Brow's Universe, there is no connection with the infinite except neural processes correlating to ideas of what the Universe "out there" can be proven to be. . . . well, proven that is, by a special priestly class of professionals whose role it is to know it all, and who may deign to construct some definitions the lesser humans must just accept on faith. But faith like that is just what socialism, progressivism, and communism and other such "world view theories" deem necessary for world management.
Communism, and it's kissing cousins of all styles of socialism and fascism, are clearly philosophies that do in fact have concrete assertions of "faith". . . . projecting a defined notion of reality upon the universe in terms of human concepts deemed absolute, as absolute as any theory any believer in God has ever invented. So they not only originated in the nineteenth century, but they are like all other belief systems of that era, philosophically asserting a "right way" for human belief.
Philosophers recognizing the inconsistencies and incongruities of these belief systems comprise the second class of philosophers, who basically conclude that humans "don't know anything" or "don't know anything for sure". Some of these go on to say that since there is no superior authority or actual human "truth", it is merely natural and right for anyone who has the power to assert it, to so order society and construct the beliefs system for the poor dumb human sheep who just need to be managed.
This is actually the over-arching philosophy of the New World Order, and the kind of uber-fascism/uber-corporatism that is at the leading edge of the United Nations and the truly significant "elites" of the world. Of course, they won't tell you that. They want you to be a dedicated, manipulable moron who believes something. Yep. something that makes you predictable and easily managed. Socialism or Progressivism is the major useful belief system today. It functions in every respect the same as any state-controlled religion ever did.
It is wholly man-made, and wholly adapted for public management.
This is actually the over-arching philosophy of the New World Order, and the kind of uber-fascism/uber-corporatism that is at the leading edge of the United Nations and the truly significant "elites" of the world. Of course, they won't tell you that. They want you to be a dedicated, manipulable moron who believes something. Yep. something that makes you predictable and easily managed. Socialism or Progressivism is the major useful belief system today. It functions in every respect the same as any state-controlled religion ever did.
It is wholly man-made, and wholly adapted for public management.
Well, I have a few items to clear up. UGLI found my recital of the demise of one of my best friends ever a pretty heavy downer. Well, it wasn't like that for me. Yah she lived life pretty much like the full of life and happy person she was. She knew my family better than I understood on account of my sister being her chief baby sitter growing up, stuff like that. My aunt was her neighbor, my older brother her classmate. I ran into her on account of being in some advanced placement classes, and she figured I was smart or something, and just made herself my friend by sitting by me all the time, talking to me all the time, and letting me help her with her homework. . . . I might have just fallen in love or something. . . . well, I did, actually. I idealized that trashy song about a one-night-stand to have something like the fresh wonder of true love beyond explanation. I made up an interpretation to fit my ideal. She was in fact an angel, in the early time of my life. . . . but I never ever actually asked her out on a date.
The "Old Man" coach Brooks saw in me was in the saddle. At the point where I might have accepted going into the romance thing. . . . .well, I told her some of my stories. I had a lot of stories even then. . . . Something beyond the natural happened one day when we were talking, and she understood something about me, and I understood something about her. We both accepted that new understanding, and it didn't diminish the friendship at all. Somehow, I just saw her life pass before my eyes, and I knew she would not live very long. She saw that I had something else I needed to do. And that was that.
a few days after she died in the car crash, I went to see the guy who had been driving the car, still sorta banged up but obviously hurting more from knowing she had died. . . . I had a long talk with him, and centered my remarks on the reason why I knew this tragic accident was not totally something to beat himself up about.
A few years later, when visiting St. George, I was in a gospel doctrine class in our ward where my aunt was teaching, and her mom and dad were there. Her mother took the occasion to relate how they had been traveling to Israel, and how when they were on their way home, they stopped in Athens, Greece. While they walked out to the plane, they heard her voice, clearly. . . . "Mom, don't get on that plane". They stopped, looked at one another, not saying a word. . . and took a few more steps. . . .. and heard her voice once again. . . "Don't get on that plane". This time they turned around and went back. . . . got another flight home. . . ..
that plane was blown up less than an hour later at about 30,000 ft by a terrorist bomb.
yep. I knew an angel. In the early years of my life.
The "Old Man" coach Brooks saw in me was in the saddle. At the point where I might have accepted going into the romance thing. . . . .well, I told her some of my stories. I had a lot of stories even then. . . . Something beyond the natural happened one day when we were talking, and she understood something about me, and I understood something about her. We both accepted that new understanding, and it didn't diminish the friendship at all. Somehow, I just saw her life pass before my eyes, and I knew she would not live very long. She saw that I had something else I needed to do. And that was that.
a few days after she died in the car crash, I went to see the guy who had been driving the car, still sorta banged up but obviously hurting more from knowing she had died. . . . I had a long talk with him, and centered my remarks on the reason why I knew this tragic accident was not totally something to beat himself up about.
A few years later, when visiting St. George, I was in a gospel doctrine class in our ward where my aunt was teaching, and her mom and dad were there. Her mother took the occasion to relate how they had been traveling to Israel, and how when they were on their way home, they stopped in Athens, Greece. While they walked out to the plane, they heard her voice, clearly. . . . "Mom, don't get on that plane". They stopped, looked at one another, not saying a word. . . and took a few more steps. . . .. and heard her voice once again. . . "Don't get on that plane". This time they turned around and went back. . . . got another flight home. . . ..
that plane was blown up less than an hour later at about 30,000 ft by a terrorist bomb.
yep. I knew an angel. In the early years of my life.