A møøse once bit my sister.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by …

Everybody sing along now!

MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
HEY… SOUL MAKOSSA!

(cue killer horn section)

Manu Dibango my man!

Gag me with a spoon!

That’s early-80s, Valley Girlspeak.

My mom? She’s like a total space cadet.
She makes me do the dishes aaand clean the catbox…?!!
Gross! Barf out! Like I’m sure…! …totally…!

In the 1981 film Excalibur, adapted from “Le Morte d’Arthur” by Sir Thomas Malory.

When after years and years lost to an evil spell, King Arthur is free and strong and purposeful once more, he pays Queen Guinevere a visit, at the convent where she had retreated from the world and had become a nun.

In her chamber, Guinevere reaches under her bed and produces what seems like a miracle: Excalibur itself, which Arthur had regarded as utterly lost. As Arthur takes and wields Excalibur in a mixture of disbelief and delight, Guinevere whispers happily, “I kept it”.

Then Arthur reels off these parting words, which I shall try to reconstruct from pure memory:

I have often dreamt, that in the hereafter of our lives,
when I am just a man, and owe no more to the future,
you will come to me, and claim me yours,
and know that I am your husband. It is a dream I have…

Then Arthur turns, wielding Excalibur, and leaves, en route to fulfill his destiny for one final time.

Like in Goodfellas, cannibalizing their own community. Embezzle and steal everything you can, then torch the place for the insurance.

But in Goodfellas, the owner of the restaurant approaches the mafia and asks Paulie to “be a partner”, so he can get Tommy to stop terrorizing the place AND running up tabs he has no intention of paying.

Imagine some short mafia type with a Napoleon complex walking around the Toys R Us aisles, knocking merchandise off the shelves while harassing kids and their mothers.

I betcha the equity firms approach with a silk tongue and Wall St technobabble jabberwocky. I know those CEO business types, the read their CEO magazines chock full of pseudoscience articles like, for example, determining a personality type via their handwriting style, the hooks and curves of their calligraphy. Corporate astrology, just as gullible to fancy jargon as the proverbial Man Down The Street.

I’ll take the XL Pancit Canton, please.

I have a hard time wrapping my head around the concept of how an observer is inextricably intertwined with the object/particle being observed, as part of the framework for the equations to flow, so to speak.

Then there’s the fact that Newton’s equations assume an infinite speed of light, until physicists of the 19th century that pinned it down, then Einstein established it as a constant.
If you try and use lightspeed at the atomic level, many values blow up to infinity, the math stops working, the answers become like static noise.

Recently I found out that Schrödinger’s famous equation is written in the framework of classical, newtonian physics, not in quantum terms. Like using a star screwdriver to flat screws, yet it seems to do an admirable job up to a point. And you have a whole lot of infinities to sweep under the rug and ignore, what is it called, Normalization or Renormalization? One of the two.

It’s all incredibly complex and abstract, the numbers being measured by the guys in the lab were strange to the point of absurd, and if you think it’s weird for us now, imagine how they saw it then.

So yeah, the math says that the observer is not passive from afar, the observer is part of the equation itself of what is trying to be measured.
Then the closer you look, the blurrier things get, like a greased pig you can’t get it to hold still, not even for an instant, particularly at the smaller scales, things don’t behave the way they do at our sensory and mental level. Things behaving as if going backwards through time. Particles and anti-particles popping in and out of existence. Particles transforming into other particles. Particles going through walls. The list goes on and on and on.

Weird stuff has to be conjured up to try and make any sense of this.
Light or electrons as amplitudes of probability waves. Axes of imaginary numbers, eigenvalues in Hilbert spaces, wave-particle duality, etc.

Reality is extraordinary, it will keep on always surpassing our expectations and imaginations. It just keeps on happening this way, wherever we poke at.

I wake up, feed the cats, take my supplements including a concentrated CBD paste, then stretch and meditate in my darkened room with a sleep mask, sitting in a relaxed but yoga-like position, with knees bent and the soles touching, hands nested on my belly, my back straight but with support.
Then I stay there, watching my breath, getting distracted, returning to my breath, getting distracted again, etc., for around seventy minutes!

When I come back out, I make my morning coffee.
I have been meditating every day for the past seven years. I used to do forty minutes, but right now I’m really enjoying the really long sessions, so I go with it.

It gets to a point that if I move my arms, even with eyes closed and a sleep mask on, I can perceive the movements like the ghostly shadow of the change, as if the body is also “seen” by another movement-based sense, and it manages to imprint itself a bit into the optical system. I don’t know quite how to put it into words, and it happens every single time, it’s happened hundreds of times.

Meditation is like a low-key, healthy and daily psychedelic experience. It’s beautiful, one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life.

Potential voters were warned about this shit - among many other things - in 2016 and the sabotage of Merrick Garland’s nomination, the blatant republican disdain for the democratic process, the enabling of fascist frenzy already whistling at full boil.
But vote for a woman?!! When pigs fly!!!

Potential voters were warned about this shit - among many other things - in 2024, the blatant republican disdain for the democratic process, how the fascist frenzy had stormed the Capitol four years prior and people getting killed in the process, the supreme court revoking women’s right to choose, many MANY other things.
But vote for a woman?!! When pigs fly!!!

Non-voters didn’t just shit on their own drinking water, they shat on ALL our water supply. Stubbornly ignorant, erratic, impatient and petty, oh-so-precious-and-pure deadweights that they are.

Then the person behind the counter looks like Larry “Bud” Melman aka Calvert DeForest, from David Letterman’s late nite era.
One face blurred out, the other a Late Nite copy-paste.

This, like so many other cruel unnecessary things, could have been easily avoided.
“But… but… muh puriteh! bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe”
vOtE fOr A wOmAn? mE?!! wHeN PIGS FLY!!!

The mental gymnastics so many non-voters use to convince themselves that their lazy mediocrity is not a HUGE part of the problem. They exert a hundred times the energy to stab themselves in the chest with a rusty knife, and as gangrene sets in, they fancy themselves as hero martyrs, because they so bravely did nothing of value to stop this. Useless deadweight flakes that they are.

Pray with me.

boolean root beer float

Back in the early 00s, I had the supreme pleasure of discovering Alec Guinness as George Smiley in the BBC’s miniseries masterpiece Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy from 1979, then the sequel and conclusion three years later, Smiley’s People, not as transcendent but then again, how could it equal, let alone surpass, perfection.

Around 2010, my first reaction upon hearing of a remake was of complete disdain - “here is an already perfect miniseries, what is it with this incessant compulsion to remake everything?”
So I didn’t watch the Gary Oldman movie until a couple of years after it came out, it was playing on TV and decided to give it a try.

To my utter astonishment, I realized I was watching what was to become my favorite film of the entire decade. What an achievement!
Now I love the film and the miniseries equally, as separate mountaintops.

He’s got that ol’ New York City Metropolitan Area Transit Authority Blues again, momma!

SEA and Astrum

Can confirm. The one thing that bugs me about Astrum is the clickbaity titles (along the lines of “The Image That Shocked NASA Scientists!”, that sort of thing), but don’t let that turn you off and away, the content is solid and the tone is much more grounded than those stupid faux-populist titles, which I’m sure the author chooses to gain traction with YouTube’s skewed algorithmic tyranny.

Another channel I’d love to add here is ParallaxNick, who does astronomy and science history videos, this man is a poet and a scholar, deserves a million subscribers and more.

Sauerkraut acidhead… sounds like any of the members of Can, Amon Düül or Neu!

I’d like to try that on a crunchy baguette.

This one might be a little different.

I eat only once a day, but it’s a big one, right before bed.
When I order takeout from… say my favorite burger place in town, usually a double cheeseburger, I ask that they apply no mayo, mustard nor ketchup, as I will reheat it all on the air fryer/toaster oven then apply condiments, don’t want the bread to be getting soggy for hours before dinner.

I also tell them to put the lettuce, tomato, onion and pickles on the side, for the same reason. I bring my own reusable containers for the separate things, to create no plastic/styrofoam waste. That includes tiny ones for the dressing and for the runny cheese for the fries.

Which reminds me of the fries - back home, hours later, I will refry them for a minute or two, they come out almost as good as new.

But this all being home, I can also play around with the burger. Such as stuffing it with a full onion, thinly sliced and caramelized on low heat with olive oil, pepper and a dash of Lawry’s seasoned salt. Maybe also sliced mushrooms sautéed in butter. I’ll also add a few extra slices of yellow heirloom tomato.

One last thing: while the onions are caramelizing on the toaster oven, I’ll also put another tray with a handful of asparagus in olive oil, pepper and garlic salt.

Like a friend described it, I like tuning the burger!
As in “car tuning”, custom burger mods.

When our classmate stood at the front and read it from a piece of paper the following day, we were all already tuned out of that class for the rest of the semester, I wasn’t paying attention. In fact, I might be remembering the name wrong, I can’t be certain.