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In this story, the 14th Entry begins at the beginning of the story. I can do this because I am the author of said story. So there you have it. 14 comes first in this story. What do you think of that? My only request is that you reserve judgement until you have read to the end. Otherwise, just skip away and no harm done betwixt you and I. ____________________________now, on to the STORY!!!!!!!!! Hey, I have the painting above in my possession -- do you think it has any value?....I do. Actually the complete painting no longer exists - it was torn a long time ago (as documented on eleven uno oh hour-glass..2:25 pm EST to put a fine tooth on it...). Still, I enjoyed making it and I remember it fondly. Plus, I still have most of it and I still think all of the things that I say in this story. Some of its a shame, but you reap what you sow and whats got to happen is gonna happen - don't you think? It happens and then well what are the options? Also, may I humbly suggest that you visit http://kjh-es.com/index.html or http://www.2-trees.info/. Peace. Ken. Plus, let me put out a love notice to all the P's out there.....you know i love you.....
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Another Update (279): So DC has a "new man", but the new man has been busy surrounding himself with the same old same old......in my mind, this does not bode well for us. He must not be that different after all. He says "change" but his actions are of the "status quo". I don't think he knows. Oh yeah, just yesterday or so (020609 - 269) they put down some hay to grow some grass in the empty lot discussed below, but otherwise it all remains the same except that a crack in the wall is growing. Hold onto your hats cause the wind is gonna be blowing......And please remember this, I said a long time ago in this very story that I wouldn't want to be "leveraged". Time has shown that I know "my stuff". I was correct then, and sadly, all signs suggest I've been correct about DC being a "made-up city" in the minds of a few who refuse to learn. It seems to me that time has run out for DC. Good riddance because there are so many better ways, and those of genuine humility can sense-em. Karma never forgets. Real change is on the way - and it is coming exponentially. Wait and see, or if you can, get into the wave and ride it with joy. DC is broke because DC remains DisConnected from "The People". The FED is DEAD, but don't fret....better times are on the way. But first: Justice must be served. Some Law transcends humanity and this Law is inviolate. Don't you know? Nobody is above the Law. Don't shoot me. I'm just a humble messenger and there are many of us out here. Update: So here it is to oh six ho 8 and such, and not much has changed. I still have no idea where it is going to go. I know what I would like for the property discussed below, but I also know that just because I want it doesn't make it so....nonetheless, i suggest you read this story with your hands near your chest. Close to your heart. That is what I try to do......Ken, or Ben, or whatever has been.......its all the same to me, or at least it is in this story...... The Editors Speak: Please be aware. This is a story. It is only a story. You can read it however you want to and interpret it however you want to. So can others. Prologue: UPDATE 2: 9:00 am March 7, 2008: So let me tell you. Three houses have been torn down. A bunch of stuff hauled off to the dump. A bunch of mud moved around. A wall has been put up. But that is it. No new houses yet, and let me say, I hope for these developers sake that they aren't too leveraged. When it comes to stinking money, I sure wouldn't want to be too leveraged just now....debts are starting to be called in. What comes around goes around and just remember - Karma does NOT forget. UPDATE: 11:22 May 24, 2007: Well the house discussed below has indeed been torn down. Or at least it is now in shambles. The little unfinished shed with pink siding remains. (Actually, now, six uno acht oh 7, the little shed is gone too, what you gonna do - not to worry though, better times are on the way......nov16_07 or at least so it seems....) The events in this prologue transpired after the events from the rest of the story. It (that is, the prologue) speaks to where the story could go....... 10:46 am 4/26/07 Just talked with a crew amongst which were several trucks from piedmont natural gas. Presumably the crew was working for the gas company. They were cutting a substantial chunk of Old Providence road in front of the house -- the one with the pool, immense concrete driveway, & recently "not-completed" shed that still had pink siding on it. This same house is the one that is supposedly being torn down. Note: This house is NOT one of the two houses discussed in the following sections, but it is adjacent to the house for which plans had been made... When I asked what they were doing, the apparent crew foreman (the one sitting up high, not doing any physical labor, and with a smirk on his face) responded that they were "cutting gas to the house". I knew someone wanted to tear this house down, and they probably will, but why do you have to cut a big hole in the road to turn off the gas. There ought to be a valve going into the house, or at least, there ought to be a better way. Why not just turn the valve, or do something simple like that? Why does a big hole need to be dug in the ground with a crew of about 10 that are sort of working, when all that is necessary is for one person to go shut off the valve and make sure whomever is going to tear the house down knows. Simple. Anyhow it should probably be apparent that something else is going on. 10:51 a.m 4/26/07 Just after wrapping around the crew, I then encountered an Ecklenburg county inspector's truck. The apparent inspector was within and I flagged him down. He said he was looking for a house being torn down --- he was mainly checking for rats. I said to him: "I just want to know whats going on in my own neighborhood". Obviously it affects me, so I got the RIGHT to know, or at least I ought to know. I am going to learn as much as I can. I won't be LEFT behind. Ya know? I need to know. Ken here live (or at one time it was so -- ?!!): OK, the moment has arrived. Ya know? So here is where I see the story going. Ah let me just say this..i do not know where "MI-RE" will go. I have some ideas. I have my sensibilities. I have my intuitions. It seems to me, we - all of us - need to see the sea to shining sea & sense peacefully (& vice versa) --- then choose. Choose Life. I just don't know. If I did, whoa......I know this though, I want PEACE or at least, I want the military conflict to end. Then, so much can happen and it can happen fast.......and you know what - this can happen all over the place......small, big, and all.... Second UPDATE: 9:22 May 31, 2007: Well now they have torn down two houses. The one with the pool is down and so is the one that they were going to burn. At least they didn't burn it, but you know, it was still a useful house. It could have been kept up. Nonetheless, its gone, and only one remains. I suspect its days are numbered (111607-indeed this is so as the third did also go down - the rubbish remains, but nothing to recover there, but i can say proudly my daughter and i did get a pine-cone from the home before it was torn down) . If I remember correctly, the house they were going to burn had slate steps and a slate foyer. I hope someone makes use of the slate. You know ---- a clean slate. Thats what we need. Ken Here on six 1 seven Oh seven: I got the slate. The decent fella demolishing it all told me -- get what you want, its all going to the landfill anyhow. Now I got some, not all mind you, but I got some and it is going to good use in my yard. Peace everyone. Peace with both hands. Peace to all.... I'll admit one more thing TO. Imagine these houses were like the houses in DC. You know - the house of reps, the white house, and the courthouse. They have been so disappointing lately. So separated from the People. Maybe it is for the best that they have been torn down. Maybe we really do need a clean slate. Maybe. Oh, by the way, please take all of the statements made by the editors seriously. These editors are incredible, but if things get edited too many times, well then, makes ya wonder, doesn't it?
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(Note: Above photo posted here on this day: 3210....and now, back to the story) Story: 2nd Entry Hi, my name is Ben. I live in Providence Woods in Sholottaka, North Carolina. So anyhow, I work out of my house. I have now for over 10 years. I know a thing or two about a thing or two. Or at least I think I do. So this story is mainly going to be about my neighborhood. The people's lives and such. To be honest, I don't really know, but boy can I imagine! [Ken's Editor's Note: Henceforth all written material in this story might as well be considered fictional. In fact, it is my personal opinion that it is. So if anything here offends you, please don't complain to the Editor or to Ken for that matter, and please take this note seriously. The note is not a joke.] So the name of the women I married is Michelle [Editor's Note: The editors feel compelled to interject again because it must be stated that Michelle is a fictional character created in his own -- that is Ken's -- mind. For the purposes of this story, this women Michelle could be anybody, but in our opinion based on what we know she is an outstanding women of good inwit. We sure hope that we don't later learn otherwise]. Michelle is the apple of my eyes (both of them). Plus she has so many other good attributes. Anyhow, we do a lot of things together and if I could say, most of the time we enjoy each other and almost all the time we love each other one way or the other. Now I didn't say ALL the time, but who could? We have lived in Providence Woods for heck almost 13 years I think. We have been here awhile, and for the most part, I like it here and I think Michelle does to, but sometimes it is hard to be sure. When we moved here, we said to each other: "We could live the rest of our lives here", and we were happy with this possibility. Anyhow (I like to say that), enough of this "boring" family stuff. What I do in the neighborhood is try to be aware. Some people might think I'm a bit kooky, but I don't think I am, and even if I am, I'd like to say that I am a harmless kook. Of course, that was only if I am, and I think the probability of this is slim, so thats why I don't think I am -- kooky that is. Maybe quirky but not kooky. Now, if you think those last few sentances (was it two or three?) were kooky, well that is nothing next to the kind of things that happen in the neighborhood. Let me tell you. 4th Entry - (not anymore, but it should still make sense this way) OK, I am minding my own business, but something happens and now I feel -- no, sense -- that I must change my business. Something more sustaining for me and my family as we live in our little house. I used to work as an environmental consultant mainly for smaller manufacturing facilities ("little plants") making their merchandise. The plants were within a day's ride. I was a one-man outfit and I liked it that way. The name of my company was BAH Environmental Services. Then I get word from folks at a plant that I have worked with for many years. They say they have gotten a letter basically requiring them to sign a consent order from the state agency. When I find out why they got the letter, it seems to me that it is just another meaningless annoyance from some state agency individuals who apparently have nothing better to do. This makes no sense but it sure wastes a lot of time, and I gotta say, it has slowly but surely been getting on my nerves over the years. I think to myself, this is not fair and I'm gonna tell it like I see it, and smell it, and hear it, and feel it, and taste it, and THINK it for that matter. I'm going to tell it. So I contact the state agency and then we have a conference call during which I respectfully but forcefully express my views. I don't hold back, because I just kinda let you know that I'm tired of holding back. The conference call ends, and it seems to me things have been resolved as best as possible. Ya know? In fact, I send an e-mail to Michelle saying as much. Then out of seemingly no-where, I get this e-mail from a fellow named Wilbur Willkuf. He is some big-wig in the agency, but he didn't even participate in the conference call. Anyhow, he basically challenges -- publicly mind you because the plant folks are copied on the message -- my INTEGRITY. "What da f**", is my gut reaction. Old "Will Will" is lucky he wasn't at my house when I first read the spew of his slander. I could'a spit it back in his face so hard he wouldn't have known what transpired -- I could of befuddled his small mind. I could a, but what good would that have done? Anyhow, what is really going on is that I'm so tired of all this B.S. I calm down, and then I think, and then I decide......this is an opportunity. I'm gonna drop out of this rat race. I will have more time to spend in the neighborhood and in my own backyard for that matter. Thanks "WW" you prick. I need to add here, that I have since talked with WW, and I suppose he isn't a prick all the time. I don't really even know the fella, but he sure pissed me off good. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I'm used to getting pricked and even pierced by things anyhow - they just stick to me or pass through harmlessly. Like just the other day I was working on the floor at my Mom's house with a drill and moving pretty fast -- too fast -- my heal slammed right into the drill bit. A bit of the bit broke and a bit of the bit bit into my heal and stayed there! This bit hurt, but I just pulled it out and I think it was nothing but a small flesh wound. No real harm done and in fact, now I'm even better at keeping on my toes because it does take a heel a while to heal, but now I'm healed at least in my heel. The bottom line is I'm ready for new business and it feels GOOD. The 15th Entry, 12710 This entry is unrelated to all the others....other than it is the 15th, so I suppose it came after the 14th - timewise. Anyhow, if you take the number 15, you get a 5 and a 3, and if you played the game of Cribbage or even ever looked at a deck of cards, then you would know that this in not trivial. Now if you want my opinion, as a Cribbage player, neither is this story. This story is not trivial to me. I should know because I am the author of said story, and my name is indicated within. I have nothing to hide - not even nothing. OK, so on and so forth for this "15th" interruption....as you were friend......
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(Note: The above is a similar image as the other, but of course, not exactly, and to be honest I'm not sure how I saved this into a smaller file size because I think I actually prefer this image - at least I do just now today 3210). Story -- 3rd Entry So this comes directly from the book "The Great Turning", by David Korten: Starting @ Bottom of Page 327: These are the values of the true political center most everywhere in the world. That center is composed of people who, irrespective of party affiliation, want a politics based on principle, seek real solutions to real problems, and believe government should be accountable and serve the common good. Now, I don't know about that "believe" word (I prefer "recognize"), but the rest of it makes a lot of sense to me. Who could be against it, and if someone was, why, I mean why? What could you possibly get that is better? Not only for everyone, but even for yourself. At least it seems this way to me, but what do I know. I suppose it all starts depending on definitions, and there is nothing wrong with that, but we don't need the lawyers to tell us how to define. It almost seems like a conflict of interest to me. Well OK, I'm interested, no in fact, I want to help foster the "common good". So, in my neighborhood where it seems lately nobody was talking to any of their neighbors -- nobody talking to anybody not even any body -- I figured, I'm going to try to change this for my own sake. I'd like to live somewhere where we don't all necessarily agree, but at least we talk, or even lesser, at least we are all aware of each other and recognize that we all live in the same neighborhood. You know what I mean. It seemed that way when I was a kid living in Buffalo, NY. I miss it. Anyhow in my neighborhood there are many different types of folks. But I'd bet ya that just about all of us would choose life. So I get a bit annoyed when I hear this argument that supposedly is between the RIGHT to choose and the RIGHT to life. Excuse me, but these two things are inexticably linked -- they are like the roots of a tree below and the branches of a tree above. You got to have both to even have the tree. Does this make any sense? Anyhow, its a goofy argument because no one is going to be able to convince the other. I think the argument only continues because a bunch of individuals like to preach more than they care about life or about choice. Now I admit sometimes I suppose it seems like I'm preaching, but I recognize that we need both life and choice. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I CHOOSE LIFE, and let me also say i sense life all around and all about.
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4th Entry (continued) What happened with the state agency is not really what started this all for me in the first place. No, there was something else and it has to do with that word "believer". You see there was this company, and I think they literally thought they owned the folks that worked for them. I mean they tried to tell them how to think and what to believe, but even worse, if you didn't believe it then they were going to fire your ass. I mean this just rubs me the wrong way. Well here I am just some "jo-blo" consultant -- you know all consultants are basically like prostitutes; just give them the funds and they will get the job done -- and this company has hired me. Actually I was first hired when I was in a previous job one time removed by the previous company that previously owned this company, but heck that is a story unto itself. Anyhow, I start out working with them like any other job, but then they start trying to preach dogma onto me. Plus they send me these contracts to sign that would take me a week to read, and even if I read it, I'd probably need formal legal educating to fully comprehend it. You know what I mean. What I mean is they just assumed that because I was a consultant (remember consultant = prostitute), that I'd sign it without reading it. Either that or they just assumed I had a legal staff on the side to read this kind a foolishness. Or maybe they just figured its fun to write stuff and nobody will probably ever read it unless the doo-doo hits the fan and then when it does they will already have covered thier arses. Maybe. Maybe I could of kept working for them and probably would have kept making money, but I would of felt like I had sold part of my integrity to do it becuase I just didn't believe in the dogma they were preaching, and so I knew I'd really rather not have their money or do thier bidding. I didn't renew the contract with them. Plus the individuals in this company were so freaking demanding. It was almost as if no one else even existed. The company was definitely a machine and I think some of "the cogs" sort of knew this, but they liked to play "the game" and some of them maybe even thought by being part of the machine they were superior to you. It seems to me that once you think you are superior to anyone, you are going to be trouble because you will do things to other people and say things about other people that you wouldn't want them doing/saying onto you. Ya know what I mean? And really this company was no different than the rest -- at the top, the only dogma that mattered was M-O-N-E-Y, but that ain't what they were preaching. Hypocrites. So anyhow all this leads to my decision to give up my old business and start something new -- something better. One final thing that I've been thinking lately. It has to do with Jesus, who I should add is a pretty big deal around these parts because lots of people spend lots of time talking about him. Didn't Jesus say something like, "whatever you do to the least of my brothers/sisters that you do onto me". This sounds to me like Jesus knew we are all connected. Didn't he also say something about money and the eye of a needle? I think if I was a preacher, which I'm NOT, this would be the kind of thing I would preach. I could say lots more about Jesus, but this story is going to be about my neighborhood, not about him. Anyhow, if we are all connected, doesn't this mean we can all "sit at the table and talk" -- and then we can all work together without anyone trying to dominate anyone else? Doesn't this mean that things can get better? Not just for us -- mind you -- but for all of life. I think so and I hope so because time is of the essence. 5th Entry - The burning plan. OK, I said this story was going to be about the neighborhood, and I meant it. Most of the houses in the neighborhood including the one I live in were built ~40 years ago. These houses aren't like the new ones popping up all over the place. No, these houses are stout. In the southeast corner of the neighborhood two adjacent homes had been on the market for some time. The one on the corner had already had its property subdivided into four lots each of which was presumably for sale. The other one next to it (I'll call this the "2nd house") as you head north on Old Providence road had a for sale sign that said "acreage". You know what this means don't you. They were selling it assuming that whoever bought it was going to tear down the house and put in some "new development". Remember this neighborhood is in Sholottaka, NC and let me tell you in Sholottaka they are tearing it down and developing just about everything. There is MONEY to be made. Anyhow, these two good old houses were each on a lots over 1 acre, and both were set down from the road with a deep gully running along thier front. When it rained hard, this gully drained a substantial part of the whole neighborhhod. Rumor has it that the folks who owned these two houses talked about selling them and the associated property (as defined on the legal books) together. But, as often happens, they couldn't come to terms, and so each was on the market individually. Well, one day about a year or so ago my dog Chester and I are walking around the block. The for sale sign at the 2nd house (the one that said "acreage") had been taken down for awhile and so I knew something had changed. It turns out that on this day there was a big pickup truck in the 2nd house's driveway, and I saw the fellow there and figured I'd find out if he knew anything. So I walk up to him and ask "do you know what is going on with this house". He told me and I couldn't believe it. I thought to myself, the rest of the neighborhood needs to know about this..... (TO BE CONTINUED...) (Continuation......OK, so what he said is that they are going to burn the house down in two days or something like that. He might of said more, but I suppose I wasn't really paying attention because I was looking at the house and thinking to myself "where will the smoke go when this burns?". Of course it depends on the weather (or "meteorological conditions" if you prefer), but there were some other factors: 1. The house was essentially in the middle of a forest that included many other houses (like the one me and my family live in for instance). 2. Remember what I said before -- gully in the front yard -- well, this house was partially in the gully. It was at a low elevation with respect to the surrounding terrain. What this means is, if this house was burning given the "right" conditions the smoke could go up and then disperse down to the ground relatively close by. Or in other words, the stinking smoke could land right in the neighborhood. You know. 3. Why wasn't the neigborhood informed about this well in advance. This just didn't seem fair to me. On top of all that, the planned burn day was a school holiday - the kids were going to be all around the neighborhood. So this is why I thought my neighbors ought to know. I mean this was a serious amount of smoke - even if most of it didn't land in the neighborhood, I can just about guarantee you that some would, or at least it would sure smell like it. Its not like someone was smoking a cigarette - no, somebody wanted to burn down a whole freakin house sitting in a gully in the middle of a forested neighborhood without telling anyone. Holy Moly! Oh yeah, I just remembered who he said was going to burn the house down. It was the city fire department for heaven's sake. Didn't the city fire department employees know that this wasn't a good house to burn? They should of. Now I suppose the fire department didn't OWN the house, but they were sure willling to burn it. Anyhow, I sent out an e-mail to folks in the neighborhood. 6th Entry - The neighborhood my house resides in..... Now, I must admit, this is where I'm not totally sure what to do. How should this story go. How it "really" went, or how it should have gone? Well, I've already told you that I don't think it went the way it should have gone, but I haven't said anything else. Hm. I have to think about this. You know what. This is what I'm going to do. I'm going to put it all out on the table the best I can do. Hey, if you have a problem with what I'm saying, talk to me face-to-face.......so anyhow...I sent out the e-mail. I heard back from a few who expressed concerns, but were not sure what to do. I know how I felt, so I decided to do something myself. Remember, I said I had been a consultant. I knew a thing or two about this & that. So I called the county air quality chief. I communicated to this chief, my concerns. This chief apparently had influence because THE HOUSE DID NOT BURN. Before this all ended this way, I got a call or two and had a conversation or two. See the fire department wanted to use the house to "train", and so some folks thought - Hey, let them train. But the thing is ---- it was just training, NOT the real thing. When you are training, can't you pick and choose where? So because my neighborhood was not a good place to pick and choose, the burning did not happen. As far as I know, that is what most of the folks in the neighborhood wanted. As much as we appreciated the fire department for all of their courage, and this was communicated in numerous e-mails, they needed to go elsewhere to get their training. They did (or so I was told), and in the end, all who cared enough to express their sentiment had an opportunity to do so. You know, the good ole US way. The way it used to be when neighbors talked to each other and helped each other out. "I help you - You help me, we help each other". Its the neighborly thing to do. The way it needs to be again. The way it can be again. The way it will be if the people make it so. People, lets make it so. (NOTE: See Update 2 in the Prologue - the house did not burn, but it has been torn down presumably for some development, but let me say this ---- i'm getting the feeling the developing plans are going to change.... I say this: The sensible People have HAD IT with the status quo....we don't want to go....and we won't go unless we want to... 7th Entry - The neighborhood floozy..bully....... Forget it. This story is NOW over. 8th Entry - This morning was an amber dawn moment for me.... (Sorry - this text that used to be here has been deleted by editors who felt it was too speculative and not helpful to the story). I looked into some eyes and i know what i saw - shame and fear. I didn't like it (text deleted). But for now, I will keep it bottled up for good measure. (Editors speak again metaphorically: "What the Hell is He "talking" about - just ignore it would be the editor's advice) Incidently, nothing new has happened where the 3 houses used to be. Now its nothing but a bunch of dirt and a wall and a sign but with no community and none seemingly on the way. I think they should just give up and the rest of us here could turn the land into a fine local farm - maybe there could even be a nice little neighborhood grocery store that is built there. Just about anything will be better than whats there now. This is all so ridiculous and so obvious that you shouldn't need me to even write this. ********************************************************************* The editors wish to inform you that the author of this story, Ken, has decided to move on (however we should also add he has an annoying habit of returning and making little changes....) He says he will be working on other stories. Check-m out. What do you have to lose? Send Comments to the attention of the editors at: buffalo_ken@kjh-es.com
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9th Entry (9139 with edit on 10119) - So despite what was said.... OK - so despite what was said in the 7th entry, this story is NOT over yet. Oh, here is an update: - The crack in the wall continues to grow.
- A tree fell and knocked out power for awhile and there are many more dead ones on the periphery that will fall sooner or later if nothing is done.
- No home construction has commenced.
- The weeds grow well there and the place is a blight with some unused equipment scattered about.
- A pit is in the middle.
- A clay pit it is or a mud puddle depending on the rain or lack thereof.
- Why not just start up some pottery production there is what I think! Or possibly a small store could move in - that would be nice - a small neighborhood store within walking distance selling useful day-to-day items.
- So obvious all of this IS almost not even worth writing about.
- Not sure what more there is to say these days - some things are just so sad especially when I feel inside that so much suffering is needless.
- I want things to improve, but this is gonna require REAL change - not just more of the same.......
10th Entry (December 3, 2009, 3:47 pm EST) - This may not seem connected to you but it is to me.... OK - Here is some investment advice which is directly (and I mean directly) related to the events which transpired today in my neighborhood (the same one as described in the rest of this page - LITERALLY) today that I will not elaborate upon here in this story. - Construction of large-scale coal-fired power plants should be ended world-wide and power monopolies must be placed in check - I'm sick of centralized power and I plan on doing something about this - do you doubt me?
- Natural gas is the power of the soon to be tomorrow and its price now is "oh so tasty"....
- DYODD.
So ends this story's tenth entry. ps - NO institution is too big too fail. Don't you know anything about history? This conclusion seems simple to me. pss - Live in a tent if you must, but get you a house if you can. (space) + (more space) and now an 11th entry follows:
11th Entry (December 6, 2009, 7:32 am EST) - Here is an update on the property discussed in this story. Nothing has changed there since the last update (entry #9 I think), but this is so indicative to me. It is so emblematic. For example, consider Dubai - it is basically the same thing but on a larger-scale, and as I said a long time ago in this very story: "I wouldn't want to be leveraged just now"........leverage based on false presumptions regarding future price actions is actually a HUGE liability. This is why I spoke about "shorting" certain financial entities, but the "editors" decided to delete the specifics and this makes sense to me because I don't want this story to get off track. Know what I mean? Anyhow, here in Sholatokka (is that how I spelled it before), we are fixing to head into what I think is gonna be a hard winter. I've gone on record with this sentiment as well. Sometimes what has to happen, has to happen. I'm always trying to consider "what are the options", but I tend to consider this with an open mind and an open heart. Both of them because each individual has both. If you want, you could consider this story a "math problem" - put it in sequence of the dates as best you can. It might make more sense that way if you like to think linearly in time. No matter to me because this is just a story. A story, a story, and nothing but a story. Interpret it as you desire. That is the real beauty of integrity. We each have it and we also each have free will. Thank the heavens above and the ground below for that! Signed, Ken or Ben or the editors or whatever you want to think.....it matters not to this story. ps - it is good to be inwit..... 12th Entry (December 6, 2009, 2:09 pm EST) - If there is an 11th entry, then there must be a 12th and I can prove this. Do you doubt my proof? Cause I have already provided said proof elsewhere. Elsewhere erstwhilely done. By me. Ken Hausle. Nothing has changed......or so nothing "says"....not me. I know that changes happen every moment of the day. Edgar Allen Poe knew this as well, and man, that fella could write a story. Don't you think so? I do. With that typed, so ends the 12th entry, and I suspect there will be a 13th, but what do I know? I know this, I respect chance, plus I know it when I sense it. Hope you do as well. The 13th entry will be below unless I am not the one to post it - then it will be an imposter posted entry, that is not me, but I doubt this will happen. I doubt this highly. Glad this is settled for now..., and the editors who came by here for a short visit (12'79), wish to declare that this is probably the last edit of this story. Good, cause those pesky editors have been getting on my nerves of late - (as added by Ken in good faith on this day December (12') 7 in the year of 9 - didn't something big happen today around 68 years ago! - A Pearl in the Harbor?) Peace amigos! 13th entry - started around 12:12 on the day of today, 11410. Nuf said bout the time. OK - so I don't even know what I'm gonna type just now. At first, I had an idea in my head, but that idea has just slipped away...... So, I'll say this instead: Took a drive today, went to a club. A club for which I am a member. You know - I'm a member of said club. Anyhow, this club is fixing to make some enhancements, and us members are gonna have to pay an extra fee to make this happen. So I went there today, and I looked around. I did this to help me make up my mind, and now I have made up my mind. I want to continue to be a member of this club. I think it looks sweet where it is and how it might be....and this is compelling to me. So, we will send in our extra fee....just give me a bit of time please. But to elaborate, the fee (it) will come in in time. OK. No harm in that. Might even pay it all upfront. This reminds me of an idea I had today. I have a current loan that is at 3.25%. Anybody want to buy it from me? I'll offer good terms. Just let me know. I'm out there. Ken Hausle, signing off now at 12:17 of the same day. No doubt. 16th Entry (22610 - 32 divisors and so, but anyhow) - I practically can't believe I have made it to the 16th entry with the way my heart has been feeling lately, but anyhow, I made it, so let me provide an update that I think matters. This is ironic in a way, this 16th entry, because now almost every day I hear frogs (or are they toads?) making their noise in the place where the three houses used to be - in what I had referred to as the "muddy clay pit". On top of this, at my home which is nearby, I have been providing some most excellent bird seed, so there have been so many birds around, that I am enthralled. I admit it. I am enthralled. I think we have a healthy ecosystem in this neighborhood by virtue of all the diverse wildlife, and for this I am thankful. One day about a week ago or so, I walked down to where the three homes used to be to get a better look of what I was hearing and I saw an owl there just listening to the frogs (or are they toads?) making their frog-toad-noises......and the owl didn't mind my presence...the owl let me get close.....that is until I got too close for comfort, at which point the owl decided to fly away. Now that is something that I can understand, and I suspect you can as well. Sometimes, with a stranger, if you don't keep your distance, then the outcome can get risky, and so I understand why the owl flew. I'm sure I will see it again because we see owls around here all the time. As well as hawks. Know what? I think there are so many little birds around that the hawks decided to setup a nest closeby to our home in the neighborhood - in fact, a few days ago, I saw two of them doing what needs to be done before the nest is made (if you know what I mean). It was quite the ritual with all the birdy flying foreplay and such, and I suspect I have a few feathers of one or both of these specific hawks. This is the first time I had ever seen such a thing and this sort of thing keeps my heart strong. Anyhow, I honestly think there are going to be so many bird babies in the neighborhood this Spring that it will just be amazing to watch them in action. So, to get back to the very beginning of this column, in this story, that can be interpreted in many ways, I said something about "a new man in town" - Best I can tell just now, I haven't seen much in the way of any "newness", nor any honest recognition of the fiscal distortions that the country is suffering from (the world for that matter), nor any legitimate efforts towards finding solutions and restoring some prudent balance, so it is hard not to be disappointed. He might be new and he might not, and if I was betting now, I know where I would place my bet, but I'm not. I suppose only time will tell, but I think nature has a way of implementing solutions on its own accord and I hope we can get over the fiscal troubles and be part of a better future. Hope does spring eternal, and this is good, but idignancy does not go away until justice is served. Simple really. Sixteen is also so simple. 16 is perhaps my favorite two-digit number for it is 2 raised to the power of 4, and this is not trivial. It takes two to tango........don't you know? Really. It takes 2. In closing let me say this: Hold onto to your integrity; don't be a bully; and don't let the bullies push you around. Together we can strive towards better times for all because it is better if done together, and those few who continue to cause so much suffering of innocence are on their way out per my reckoning of things.......Justified retribution is on the way for these few and peace is just around the corner for the rest of us......ain't life grand! And now in the fair color of green (same as the flash that took a picture of my eyes recently), I will bid you adieu. Adios my amigos and farewell to all who are reading this now. I care for you and I hope you care for me. Of course "love" and "care" are not the same thing, but loving care sure is nurturing, and what could be better than that given and received...?... : .....well......perhaps maybe a baby suckling on a momma's nipple for nourishment and sustenance is even better. Giving and receiving. Yeah, I suspect it is, but I can't remember now just for sure, but it seems obvious. Ain't it good to be alive?
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