miscellaneous musings

i don't know why i jumped on this page, it's so far the only entry in the dictionary that would have only one line defining the word.  if you know of another word that could be explained away with only the bare essentials, let me know.  common sense is of course, is, by merriam-webster, more an idea than anything else.   

anyway, MW defines common sense as a sound and prudent judgment based on a simple perception of the situation or facts.  period.  what constitutes sound, and prudent?  once those factors are known, i'm sure the rest will glide right on in.  to only have one line defining you is a great feat imho.  i wonder what the man on the street would say about common sense.  that would be interesting.  maybe there's a pollster out there that could put it together.

we all go somewhere in our minds when things happen to us.  losing a job can cause an emotional upheaval.  losing your house could be suicidal.  i'm not saying that if you're losing your house that you'll automagically get suicidal.  no. being suicidal is a personal thing.  it has to be defined with that in mind.  i'm not saying that i lost my house, no.  but such an event would certainly alter the balance of things.  i couldn't begin to say that i could understand what some of you are going through.  i try my best at spending money in the community (rather than all online).  but damn, a house, i would find myself very suicidal.  hands down.

a house.  damn.  anyway, common sense to me is something you get by living a life of balance.  i've pretty much lived a life with that in mind.  coming from iowa, one would expect to have 'common sense', and they're usually right.  i can hear it already ...  die, death, suicide, zombie, reincarnation,  common sense.  common sense tells me that there really are no zombies. die/death is basically the same thing. that leaves reincarnation.  

reincarnation.  ya, i believe in reincarnation.  i definitely believe in the life after my death.  i think what guides us is our conscience.  whether we come back to 'earth' is another story.  is there even death out there?  but i think when we die, we transform ourselves to another realm.  the moment of death is the transference of energy.  from one state, to another state.  i'd like to think that there's something so wonderful, no wonder they call it heaven.  

when people ask me what is my religion, i tell them i was born catholic, went to catholic school in mason city, iowa, and 6 months after parents moved to manly, i was sent away to a boy's farm school.  it was then when i first came into contact with edgar casey.  i only know that edgar was a prophet.  there are some who have that ability - to transend the limitations of our environment.  i'm sure there are a lot of such people out there, and especially now with the internet, they simply become more visible.

so, i'll close it up with this thought for you.  do something nice for someone.  without them knowing your actions/intentions.  it would be great if they didn't even know you or what you're doing.  to do something nice for someone is really a great feeling.  i'm sure there are times when feeling so social is called for, but there are times that will not be so tolerant.  the stranger they are, the better.  there are some people out there that could literally give you a heart attack.  i was happy to have lived with people that were rejected elsewhere.   anyway, that would call for a 'nother post.  more tomorrow.

happy new year

well, it's a brand new year.  and i'm anxious to be done with it already.  i think the coast is clear to do the deed and not put anybody out over it.  i was just thinkin the other day, the 1 5 i saw in my vision.  that could mean 1/5.  so that puts it at monday next.  which is fine with me.  i'll have to see what happens between now and then.  this is going to be a short post.  i'm really cold in here.  the thermostat is set to 70, and the heat is currently on.  but my fingers are numb from the cold.  oh well.

for future reference

1970's, late, @ nyc's les mouches.  kitty, who ended up being my roommate.  140 7th ave.  1D.  prime 2 bedroom space.  we had this architecture that modern architecture noticed in late 70's.  i wish i knew what late 70's meant.  75? gah, that's a long ass time ago, but i was in nyc then, no?  76 i know i had touched new york city.  in between florida/nyc run of the mill.  fire island really.  tho, i never did care for the island's politics.

but les mouches was this restaurant and bar/nightclub on 25th street and 10th or 11th.  11th, because it was across teh street from that other palace?  oh 25th?  i cant recall the name of that place right now, but it was where junior broke out.  and madonna.  had to do with the circus didn't it?  i cant remember much about it other than it was there, and a place to be.  but les mouches was quite the place, both in the restaurant, and in the nightclub scene.  managed by bill mcginty.  and run by a band of brothers, i cant remmeber their names right now either.  but i remember bill mcginty.  anyway, back to les mouches.

situated in two buildings, the restuarant and bar/nightclub would take in a loit of money when they would open.  staying open beyond hours was also their moneyticket, i'm sure.  les mouches.  the fly in french.  don't ask.  i had one of their t-shirts.  nice design.  it was the place to be in 75/76 i think.  i was only 19-20.  hot son of a bitch i was.  and i played it up at les mouches.  fucking everybody in sight.  heh.  that was back in the day of cocaine being fresh.  pre-krak.  the drugs were so rampant, we, servers @ les mouches, had these crystal plates made with grooves in them for the coke.  came with a cigarette, or straw, holder.  back when such things were still celebrated.

oh ya, les mouches.  one of the reasons i'm alive today was due to bill mcginty, one of the managers/owners?...  he acted like he owned the place tho.  i wish i could remember who else was part of that klan.   some jewish guy i remember, but i dont recall the name.

a milestone

after 7 years of providing stats for #mindvox and #interport, the two channels on EFnet that i hang out at, on IRC.  internet relay chat.  it's the original chat "room" that you hear about from aol'rs.  but today was my last day of providing them.  tomwhore, who's also another voxxer [one who hangs out on #mindvox], will be taking over these duties, hopefully.  i sent him the history .log files and the stats program is at http://krak.farpoint.org/stats.zip.  or you can register your copy with http://www.mirc.com.  

and i'm kinda sad about the thing really.  this is the one thing i had going for me, and now we're at the end of a long long relationship.  i've gotten to know log files pretty well doing these.  you can tweak almost anything you could think of with this program.  i would rate it a 9 out of 10.

happy new year

is that happy new year or happy new years?  i think i've heard it both ways.  yup, google has both of them and they point to a different lineup of pages.  kinda funny that one is.  we depend on google so much these days.  it acts authoritative.  i think a simple page is still the best page.

in years past, i've attended the party in times square for years.  then after my hospital visit on the  millenium new year(s) wave, i've succumbed to not going out for new years.  it jus duznt hold the reverence it used to.  maybe it's just me getting old.  but it jus duznt have that lustre it had while i was there.  for all of the 80's and most of the 90's, i went to times square for new years.  i think a million or more went with me.  :)

i would hate to spoil whatever reverence my friends hold for new years. i would hate to have them remember new years as the day david died.  so that's the why not answer for the day.  i'm sure i'll have a why not every day.  maybe not.  maybe the why will win out some day this week.  i think i've got linda pared and ready for me on tuesdays.  so oince again, tuesdays become that changeover day.

hrm, as bix would say.

so was santa good to you?

i would have to answer that with a so so.  i got a nice cologn thingy that's got a bunch of different colognes by calvin klein.  i'm not a klein fan so much as i think obsession smells good.  but he's got another one that smelled great, i cant remmeber teh name right now and i'm not going to get up and go look.  if you need toknow, you can EMAIL ME.

I'm still around, which kinda astonishs me.  i seriously thought it was a decenber 15 timeframe that was guiding things along.  surprise.  december 15 came and gone already, and i'm still here.  but i smell it so i know it's in the air.  i'm working on getting comfortable with the onset of knowing it'll be hours.  i think i can do hours.  i know i can do days.  or i thought so anyway.  maybe it was january 15.  it had a 1 and a 5 in it.  

anyway, so i'm still around.  still going off to the store and shop.  i've gotten a lot of joy out of shopping, especially when i was buying for someone else.  in this case, linda was the brunt of my philanthropic endeavors lately.  she's gotten gas and lunch.  next thing ya know i'll be buying her groceries.  not really.  but i felt good when i gave them a 32" lcd and a bluray player - bitches are $300 in wal-mart.  i think it was wal-mart.  no it was best buy.  ya, best buy had the dynex 32".  and it's been great.  it's the cheapest they had for the 32".  but enough of that.

why you say.  why am i still around one would ask.  one should ask it.  i'm here because it's not yet my time.  that's all i can say.  it cant be because of the reality of it.  i've had the pills in my hand at one point.  but i got pulled out of it.  so i know there's a force at work here.  i wonder what it wants.

i dunno.  i think, confidently think, that there is a way of knowing when it's the right time.  i believe that to a t.  (what's a t?)  but it'll be a voice that tells me.  i'll hear it loud and clear.  not that it says a whole lot, but i will recognize the authority.  my biggest problem thus far is diva.  i don't know how i'm going to leave her.  every time i try telling her, i kinda choke up, and dismiss the need.  but it always has a way of creeping back up where you least expect it.  

so did you celebrate christmas?  or chanukah?  i think that's the proper way of spelling it.  i think my friend void spelled it that way.  one n.  i took one out. so no, i aint so smart that i can spell right all the time.  most of the time.  always had a knack for that sorta thing.  but i didn't really celebrate for christmas.  i stayed home that day.  and i'm glad because linda got soused ... i think both nights.  oh well.  i aint gonna judge her at all for what she does.  but she's getting everything when i go, so i'm trusting her a lot to do what i want.  and that's a good place for diva.  i don't care so much about the other cats - maybe someone can trap them and take them to the shelter.

anyway, i'm ending this in a sideways vote.  i'm looking at life through these special glasses.  it makes everything look so much more real.  funny how i just looked up and saw dave in glasses. funny huh.  it's a sign i tell ya.  it's a sign.  :)

i'll try and do a new years post.  tomorrow.  i've got stats to do.   if you're not familiar with my stats, take a look at #mindvox and #interport chat sessions.  i'm doing 2 actually tomorrow for each channel.  one for the month, which is normally done, but being the end of the year, i'll do a year end one that'll analyze logs from all year. should prove interesting wouldnt you say?

so until tomorrow, i bid adieu.