Posted 9:45 AM by robert d

Y

I'm the dude who put the "y" in quirky.

I watched part of a TV program on genetics last night. The factoid that really took me for a whirl was that for the first six weeks of fetus development we are all female (XX). The fetus evolves as if the entity that will manifest will be female(XX). It is not until somewhere between the 7th and 9th week that those fetuses with an Y chromosome start to be flooded with the hormone testosterone and the differentiation between female (XX) and male (XY) commences.


QuirkY

Perhaps the story of Adam and Eve is slightly errant. Maybe it was Eve who pined in the garden for another. Perhaps God in a moment of pity, took one of Eve's ribs, one of her X chromosomes, and broke off a piece, fashioning an X chromosome into a Y?

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Posted 9:20 AM by robert d

Distractions

The success of any enterprise is determined by your ability to banish the unnecessary and superfluous. The success of any enterprise is determined by your ability to banish distractions.

The banishing of distractions is a root fundamental and was well known by the adepts of old – The Magick Circle. That which was within The Circle was The Work, all else demons and thus to the pit.

Try and do anything and watch how your mind pulls you elsewhere. Try and do anything and watch how your mind wanders. You have been programmed to wander the wasteland. You have been programmed to distraction.

There is no easy way out. But some are doing and some are done. And above all else we proclaim that the magick is always in the doing.

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Posted 7:08 AM by robert d

Well Hung Revisited - Blue

She's done a lot of gigs. She has done it about 52,000,000,018 times, and she is getting ready to do it again. It is a big display and lots of people are going to be watching. But there is no dress rehearsal for this kind of thing. She just puts it out and lets it hang.

Saturday, July 31st, the moon will be full again. It will be a blue moon. Erstwhile, the full moon came in the beginning of the month, but after Friday it will beckon towards the end of the month. All this and heaven too and I love it.

Current theory holds that the moon was once part of the Earth. I got the 52,000,000,018, in the above, by assuming that this separation occurred a bit less than 4 1/2 billion years ago and then added 18 for phun.


Enchanted Still

A full pack
but one match.
Flit or flitter.
What a bitch.

And a bitch she was,
as she rode high,
a very, "My daddy is the best daddy!",
proud.

If not today,
tomorrow.

And when I was fresh,
when I was young,
I never thought
I would need her so much.

In my sky,
and the sky of others,
she is faithful.
In my sky,
and the sky of others,
she shines,
brightly and
proud.

I more than ever
need the shine
need the bright
need the proud
need the light.

And I was bad
and I was very bad.
I ran as fast as I could
and then I jumped high
way past tomorrow
and then I
claw to hand
did
catch the moon
and
I did ride her.

And with spur
she to buck,
and I did
ride again.

I did ride again,
the moon
and her
splendor.


I used to write poems to the full moon. And then I lost it. All I really wanted was to have 12 good full moon poems. I have 10. I owed the sparkle and the shine 2. This is my offering. 2-1=1. I owe her one more, and being ever faithful, still I will pine.

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Posted 7:29 AM by robert d

Hummers Gone Wild

I am sitting at my desk with my ten digits on the keys waiting for the ride, waiting for the Nantucket. I am waiting for an idea to witch my soul and have its way with me. I am waiting to go far and yet stay near. I am waiting for something to write about.

And as always, it isn’t that I don’t have anything to write about. It is exactly the opposite, there is just too much, too much magick bus.

There was a good strong rain last night and perhaps there is a correlation between a strong rain and appetite, because all the creatures of The Kingdom were up early this morning on the hunt.

Trudy, my female yellow finch, her mate’s name is Howard, was out there stuck to the thistle bag. Fred Astaire, the resident squirrel, was out there being, you know, squirrelly. Buzz Aldrine and Chuck Yeager, my hummers, were all juiced up and on the flit. My menage a trios, the three cardinals, 2 males and a female, you go girl, were out there being pretty red. And every now and then, Mr. Jones, my chipmunk, could be seen scurrying here and there. This and more, much more, was out there willing with their hearts and souls another blissful day in The Kingdom.


Howard The Thistle Man

I am a bit concerned about Buzz and Chuck, the hummers. As of late my humming bird feeder was not being well utilized. Only every now and then, if I had been extra good, would I catch a humming bird doing its thing. To remedy my lack I purchased some new feeder solution. This stuff had all kinds of vitamins in it and extra special hummer stuff. I tasted it. It was sort of like a weak orange cool aid. So I juiced it up with some extra, not a lot but extra, sugar.

Buzz and Chuck really seem to be enjoying the morning but I suspect that they are a little buzzed out. I guess it happens to everything – Hummers Gone Wild.

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Posted 2:25 PM by robert d

Help Line

"Hello. You have reached the psychiatric helpline.

If you are suffering from multiple personality disorder please press 1, 2, and 3.

If you are suffering from obsessive/compulsive disorder, please press 4 repeatedly.

If you suffer from poor impulse control, hit 5 violently.

If you suffer from sexual addiction, press 6 and 9.

If you are schizophrenic, listen very carefully and the voices will tell you which button to push.

If you are paranoid, don't bother pressing any buttons - we already know who you are and where you are and have dispatched someone to get you."

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Posted 2:30 PM by robert d

Things to Do with A Woman While She Is Sleeping

I was bored to the bone last night, cabin fever. My skin yearned to feel the scratch of the night. I needed some stars and moon and swirling black with beckonings from the shadows. And just maybe if I was lucky, some golden locks to caress, some hair to run my fingers through.

It was about 8:45 pm est, and my stomach was growling because I had been such a, hadn't fixed dinner yet, slacker. Part of me probably knew when I woke up in the morning, or that afternoon when I did the mall at lunch, or waiting at a red light on the way home, or the moment I slide the key in the lock after a hard day at work - but at that moment I was clueless. All that was hitting on my synapses was that I was, like a wolf, hungry, and needed to spread my wings and stretch my legs, and get my ass out of the house.

I took my shoes off, then my shirt and ditched it on the floor, and finally - they'll have to come off sir if you want to do it right - one leg at a time, I took my pants off and chucked them on a heap of jeans and causal slacks, that was growing on the sofa. Heading in the right direction but still several states away.


Tori Amos - Strange Little Girls - still wanted some dizzy, so I popped her in the little Sony CD player and kicked the volume up about half way, as I went to see what was cooking in the frig. Eureka! I still had about half of a 1.75 litre bottle of Finlandia Vodka ($24.99) slowing down in the freezer. The crest for the Dia is 3 reindeer with a big red dot over the antlers. I call going down, bucking up.

With a lucky Vegas shot glass in hand, I, pow! pow! pow!, bucked up a bit. I was aiming for the prefrontal lobe. My 3 shot pattern was a little scattered, left of center, but when you are shooting buck, God cuts you some slack.

I could tell you about taking a shower, and getting dressed, and chilling a bit more with the roe, and dancing with Tori to Heart of Au - but I thought I just did that.

I am a strong, May 20th, creature of habit. I was going to play it safe and head to Whiskers, my little neighborhood bar, for some wings and night stuff. But the moment I opened the door, I felt the magic of the night and the need to be elsewhere. Perhaps the neighbors wouldn't understand. Perhaps no one would. Not even the many I's that dwelt inside had it all together. Not until much, much, later would it occur to me that I was hunting for something different, maybe even a little strange.


With the crickets baying at the half moon, I did a boogie check to make sure I had my wallet, cigarettes, and lighter, turned the key, and vanished into the thrill of the night.

Well, vanished isn't exactly right, I had to drive. But I had one of the best de's ever, Talk Is Cheap - Keith Richards, coming out of my speakers, and with a little fancy right foot work - gas, brake, gas - and a few lefts and rights, I found myself about 15 miles away at Dugan's, another quaint and curious, neighborhood bar. But not my, "Yeah, I have seen him around.", neighborhood bar.

It was early Monday night, and I wasn't expecting a crowd, but I could tell from the cars in the parking lot, that I wasn't the only one feeling the itch. I was a little disappointed though when I sailed in, all couples and groups, no strays. But I was already there and still, like a wolf, hungry.

I took a seat at an isolated area of the bar. I ordered 10 wings medium, a vodka shooter, and a Rolling Rock with a frosted mug. The chick behind the bar brought the rock and the shot. I lit a cigarette and waited for the foul.

It was only a little before 10 and people were still meandering in - a couple, two unrelated guys, another couple, two chicks, another guy, two more couples, and then there she was, perhaps an angel.

Well perhaps the angel of another. On an scale of 1-10, she was a high 5 or a low six. She was maybe 35, 5'4, and a little overweight. She was casually dressed - jeans, tank top, and sandals. But the thing that got me was her hair. She was a blond and she had her hair pulled back in a big floppy bun - "With perfumed hair, that came undone." But the thing that made the 10-7 split, was that she smiled, came right over to where I was holding reign, and said, "Hi, my name is Lea. Is anyone sitting next to you?"

I am not going to bore you with all the details of how cool I was, or that I bought - all the guys dig Lea because she knows onomatopoeia - several drinks, and shared my fair with her, and complimented Lee a hundred times on her hair, and made her laugh, and how I was going to pay the check with a credit card but somehow ended up using cash, or how I said, "Do you mine if we go to your place?"

Now a woman is a creature of many surprises. Instead of being put off by going to her place, Lea was relieved. She told me she liked me and everything, but she was a little worried and she would actually feel much safer with all her things and stuff and knowing where she was in the morning. And then she gave me a hot hug. I don't even think she even considered that we would probably trash her place and she would have to clean up the phun after I split.

I followed Lea home. She only lived about 2 miles from Dugan's. She had a neat, 2 bedroom apartment, and her roommate was elsewhere.

Lea told me to sit on the sofa. Then she put on some bitch in heat, lite a candle and some incense, and then went into the kitchen. Lickety split, she was back with some chilled chardonnay and the perfect pear.

Did we have phun?? Sure we did. The whole thing got started with me undoing Lea's bun, running my fingers through her hair over and over again, then pulling her beautiful blond hair to the side, taking a slurp of the wine, and squeezing some of the sweet, sticky, pear juice on her neck. We did it on the sofa, and in the kitchen, and we finally ended up in the room with a bed in it.

Everything is still cool and I think I will get away with it. I have before. But on the advice of council, I have been advised not to go into too much detail here.

Lee and I did make a mess and had lots of phun. Shortly after, she fell fast asleep, I didn't. I went into the kitchen looking for a distraction and I spied some scissors. I went back to see how my little princess was doing with her beautiful, beautiful, hair. Just a snip, she will never miss it. But once I started, I just couldn't stop. It was too perfect. Before I had finished, I had already filled up half of a Kroger sack. I wanted to shave the stubble but I was afraid that I would disturb my princess as she sweetly slumbered. Some discoveries are best made alone.



I haven't gone back to Dugan's or seen Lea since the scalping, but I have thought about her a million times. I wonder how she took it?

She probably woke up the next morning feeling a little different, you know, lighter and fresh. She probably attributed this to, bless her heart, me. And then perhaps she went to scratch her head and that is probably when the panic first started to set in, must have been a rush. One hand, then two, trembling, shaking, freaking out. And then stumbling to the - mirror, mirror, on the wall - who is the baldest of them all? Blood curdling came next, a scream, and then a gushing of fast hot tears down both cheeks, sobbing.

When I think about Lea and our time together, I always feel a little bit bad. I should have left a note, "If you don't like the new do, you can always wear a wig."


PS - Yeah, I know you wanted to see a pix of the bald headed chick and everything. It would certainly be a top 10 for me if I had it. But I violated the first principle of a gonzo photographer. I left my camera at home.

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Posted 7:43 AM by robert d

Mirror on a Stick

I am excited. I just ordered mine, amazon.com. I think I will be the first in my neighborhood to have one. Everyone will be jealous. $29.95 + shipping and handling. Use it over and over and over again. Amaze your friends. Mirror on a Stick.

I know you think you're cool, but you ain't shit, unless you've got a mirror on a stick.

Jack it up. Get over. Extend your sphere. He was only 5'11" but he seemed so much taller. Wow I didn't know there was so much out there. Makes the perfect gift. See it before it happens.

Get stuck with the stick and shine bright.

Brought to you by The Glimmer Twins.

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Posted 10:31 AM by robert d

A Whole Lot of Holes

It is interesting to observe that there are seven passageways into the body, seven holes.

If you hit on the link above, after doing 777, scroll up and do Were Bitch. The Bitch is one of my favorites.

In its infancy, my blog was titled Worm Whole Sigma. My thought was to create a new type of blog - a worm hole. With a worm hole being a path of internal links, referencing a body of work, a corpus, a self referencing blog.


Somewhere Near Worm Whole Sigma

Laconically, we are all a repertoire of mind sets and phrases that reoccur in a myriad of permutations. Using cross links to prior blogs, I wanted to try and capture and play with this unity.

To be interesting though, this methodology requires a critical mass, a sufficient number of entries. Since I was just starting to blog I dropped the idea and went on to other things.

Fresh Fish has now though achieved cm - critical mass. Fresh Fish is actually self sustaining. I could actually just go back in the archives everyday and cut and paste some prior blog. Few would know because we are all so memento.

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Posted 10:37 AM by robert d

Bag Man

I'm a bag man. Everybody seems to know. Well it is kinda hard to hide.

When I want to get a lot of attention I wear a paper bag over my head. I am partial to Kroger paper sacks. I have tried lots of others but a Kroger paper bag fits just right and has a unique fragrance.

"Paper or plastic? Oh paper. You can see through plastic."

I cheat a little when I go Krogering. I roll up the end of the bag so I can just see the ends of my feet. That way I can slowly get around without causing to much damage. But driving is still a bitch.

I don't have car insurance anymore. Yeah, I have had a few accidents. I thought I had it worked out. Only bag on the expressway. You don't have to worry about turning or lights or anything. You can't bag and listen to music too loud. It helps to roll the windows all the way down. If you hear desperate car horns honking from the left - veer right. If you hear a bewildering sound from the right - try easing to the left. But as I found out last time, if you hear horns everywhere you are fucked.

I'm trying to cut back on bagging, especially the driving part, but it's hard. There's something about the crinkle/crackling of new paper as I bag up that still has a hold on me.

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Posted 8:21 AM by robert d

The Magick is in the Doing

I am a little behind in my reading and have just gotten around to perusing The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. Dan has done a good job of taking the quaint and curious and arranging it in a very interesting fashion. The Code is not literature but it is an entertaining romp and I do recommend it. Like with many things, I was a bit disappointed by the ending, but what is one to do after the secrets of another have been revealed?

Many were taken by the novelty of the story line of The Code. I could only knowingly smile.

"For those about to rock we salute you."

(From Jamais Perdu - 2/8/95 - 3:04 pm)

"My eyes have seen them. They walk amongst us - once again. Come oh come - I am numb - with the lone lust of devildom. The legend - one comes asplendor with circle and stick - ring and string - to taunt and tease - please.

The story is somewhat removed, having started about thirty years ago. However, there are still some amongst us who have bore witness to the events and can partially validate what is to come.

It is a tale of the strange - Athens, GA, drugs, & the occult. This was in no way unusually for the time and place. Most, in some form or fashion dabbled and pretended. However, a chosen few played the game with some skill.

There was an old school house about 15 miles outside of Athens. It had been the dwelling of several bands of gypsies who had made Athens home. In 1972, a group of five people, four males and a female, moved into the school house. They couldn't believe it. The place was perfect. There were four large rooms, two each, on the sides of an auditorium with a stage. They were trying to get a band together and the stage was just too much.

The school house was somewhat in the country. Along the back roads were older make shift houses and shacks. Some were abandoned but still possessed some of the effects of their prior tenants. It was in one of these recently abandoned shacks that one of the five found a cipher manuscript. It was a most unusual 72 page document bound in leather. The beginning of the manuscript was written in Latin. It also appeared to contain commentaries in different hands and languages. The last several pages were covered with names, dates, and x's and y's.

Much could be written about the find but suffice is to say that it contained the detail workings of what might be described as a Trangenerational Ritual. Much was made of sections of the Old Testament. The claim was that The Bible was to be understood on the genetic level - beget - beget - beget - e.g. - The Flood - two of each - interesting metaphor for meiosis.

There was a physical and mental part to the rituals. Certain physical mating combinations were described and definitive mental exercises were prescribed for the mating participants. The ultimate outcome of all this was the manifestation of advanced entities.

Much of The Work is still debated. Most is written in tongues other than English. It took two of the five several years to even begin to understand what had been found. To date, a select few are still working on the implications of what has been revealed.

Remarkable as the above appears, further mystery is added by the discovery that some of the most renown men of science have been initiated into the workings of the ritual. Some in a practical fashion and others in the metaphysical implications of the doctrine."

(Another entry from Jamais Perdu - 2/9/95 - 12:36 pm)

"Although drugs & sex & the occult have been mentioned, these rituals make no appeal to other entities - either demonic or angelic. They were perhaps originally received in this fashion, but study and practice have shown the rituals to be nondenominational. They can be used by any and all. The only requirements are diligence and time.

The Work is just a way of providing for replacements superior to oneself. The traits or powers to be enhanced are determined a prior by the participants. The resulting offspring cannot fly or turn straw into gold. They are just superior representatives of certain existing human traits. They exploit the human potential inherent since the beginning.

One cannot help but be impressed by the conservative factor represented by time. Change is allowed but only after the passage of many years. As mentioned, these are Transgenerational Rituals. Something that must be performed by many generations before the results manifest.

Now there is nothing demonic about the rituals described. However, they do possess several occult elements. There are required sounds and movements, song and dance, name and direction. However, they are not a prior. The rituals described can take many forms as long as all agree and perpetuate such. Due to the abstract nature of The Work, there is also a hidden element. Things best left unknown to the uninitiated.

The fundamentals of The Work are not unique and it appears that The Work has been attempted by many different groups at many different times. What is somewhat unique is the current manifestation.

When The Athens Manuscript was discovered it caused excitement. Drugs, sex, the occult, and a cipher manuscript. However, much of the discovered work was not in English. The obscurity of The Work lost its sway on 3 of the original 5. However, 2 of the group, one going to UGA and the other having gone to Emory, were convinced by the sheer beauty and the attention to detail, that they had found something of value. Eventually, they initiated a correspondence with over a hundred authorities, being careful not to reveal too much of what they were doing to any one party. They both took Latin, genetics, several history courses, number theory, and physics, in an attempt to understand what they had discovered. Fortunately they were very methodical in this undertaking and there is now upwards of several thousand pages of commentary notes and correspondences. From these initial contacts, a small group was initiated into the existence of the manuscript. There is now a body of individuals, mostly affiliated with academic and research institutions, currently devoting time and energy to the metaphysics of the doctrine.

To any such endeavor there is a Practice and a Theory. The above group have spent much time on the Theory. More important to The Work is The Practice for the magick is always in the doing."

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Posted 8:12 AM by robert d

Not/Naught/Knot

I am not sure if not/naught/knot is a trip or not. But why not?

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I deCant Therefore I Am

Last night was a Cellar 8 night. We came, we saw, and then all became a blur. I’m pretty sure I had a good time but then again I am not absolutely certain. Cellar 8 kicks butt.

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Posted 6:34 AM by robert d

You are going to India Dude

A very large portion of Dell's customer service has been outsourced to India. Dell's stuff may look inexpensive on the internet, but if you ever need any customer assistance, the cost of doing business with Dell goes way up.

There is a hidden cost of doing business with Dell. This hidden cost of doing business with a company that has outsourced its customer service to India is called a negative externality. A negative externality is an additional cost that you pay that is not recognized by the provider of the good or service. Without being initially aware of it, consumers pay a higher price for a good or service that generates a negative externality.

The negative externality associated with doing business with a company that has outsourced its customer service function to India is the frustration and ineptness you will encounter in trying to resolve a problem.

It will be difficult to understand the entity in India. Unless it is the most straight forward of topics, the entity in India will not quite comprehend your situation. While talking to someone in India, it is quite common to be disconnected. Speculation has it that the person in India just hangs up. Wow! Then dude you get to call India again and start all over. The answer to almost any problem is to reformat your hard drive and reinstall the operating system and then call back if your dilemma is still not resolved. Delivery promises made are not kept and then you get to go to India again Dude. And then of course after all this frustration and wasted personal time, are you really going to be able to do your best today Dude?

Dell is actually aware that there is a major problem with outsourcing customer service jobs to India. Earlier this year, after spending tens of millions of dollars to set up an enterprise call center in India to handle enterprise or business accounts, Dell abruptly closed down this operation after in had been up and running for less than 2 months. Business customers, for whom time is money, with direct contacts within Dell, howled. The business backlash was so intense that Dell had no other option than to switch back to the much more reliable service provided by call centers in the good old USA.

However, when Dell was asked if they planned to repatriate there consumer service operations back to the United States, the answer was no. Since most of Dell's customer service agents in India have never engaged in customer service, especially on the phone, Dell needs to provide them with lots and lots of real time training and the American consumer is the guinea pig in this experiment. You are getting stuck and roasted Dude and Dell apparently could care less.

Outsourcing customer service jobs to India is costing the American economy tens if not hundreds of billions of dollars in frustration and ineptness. Although very simplistic economic models predict that in the long run outsourcing is the optimal way to do business, these simple models are not capturing the negative externalities of trying to resolve a problem through foreigners who posses a different expectational mind set. Slowly but surely, more and more vitality is being sucked out of the American economy, as we all become complaisant and just accept that poor customer service is the norm.

The skinny here is that face to face customer service jobs that are outsourced abroad incur a negative externality, an extra cost. The extra cost is the frustration and inconvenience of dealing with an entity that does not think or speak like you do. Slow but surely the outsourcing of more and more face to face customer service jobs abroad is sapping the vitality of the United States. Why should one strive to be a high achiever when substandard behavior is pervasive and rewarded?

When mediocrity is legitimized, rats will scurry upon the ruins of the righteous.

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